(I had fun making it; Daddy had fun jerking to it; & I'm now having fun with the editing software!)
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #138? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.
This Week’s Picks
I can only be what I am.
“It’s strangely refreshing, to really submit and give up that control, and not have to make decisions.”
Over the Edge
“He tells me to hold still, in that soft, controlling voice of his.”
A Story Told Out of Order and Out of Character - Part 4
“You thought you could just come to my room and tease me?”
Mr. Sugasm Himself
A former slut examined
Monday, June 23, 2008
It’s funny the things we think about, what we mull over. What we spend countless minutes (hours? days?) thinking about. And there’s something that I’ve been thinking about….friends. No, not in a which-one-of-my-girlfriends-would-I-eat-out kinda way (this has already been established…a long time ago). But I was thinking about them regarding the whole to be or not to be (vanilla).
As you all know from reading about me, I’m not (vanilla that is). But my friends are, well most of them. I’ll talk about 3 friends in particular, and I shall call them P, K & R. I met them all within the first couple of weeks at uni. P is a few years older than me, and has just moved out of home with her first boyfriend. She is fairly short, with olive-dark complexion and black hair. P is very pretty. K is a year older than me and gorgeous. Blonde, nice size boobs, and great body, but not your stereotypical blonde. She first had sex at 14 and now lives at the beach with her fiancée. R is the same age as me (few months younger). She has big boobs (I’m talking E size at one point…slightly smaller now that she’s lost some weight), and although she’s almost finished her degree, she really is a ditz.
Now, are they vanilla? I believe that P is. Given that the current boyfriend is the first man she’s been intimate with (and for less than a year), I think she is. Although we are open with one another (she is my best friend), I don’t know that she’d tell me if she got into or tried more ‘raunchy’ things in the bedroom. P was the first friend whom I confided in when I got my nipples pierced. Her reaction? “OMG. Are you fucking insane? Really?” I laughed my arse off when she said that to me. “Umm…yeah. Of course”. Which was followed by some more OMG’s on her part and then: “So what, you just went on holiday and decided to get your nipples pierced?” This I laughed at too. (This holiday was a visit to Daddy when we were still living apart). She even asked if she could see them (which hasn’t happened yet). I told her she could, if that’s what she wanted.
Now K is the type of friend that you could tell anything to and know that she wouldn’t tell a soul. She’s also the friend you can sit up with til the wee hours of the early morning discussing topics that are as far unrelated to each other as you could imagine i.e. how to do anal sex the right way, so it doesn’t hurt and being a personal carer for someone’s who is dying. See what I mean? Nothing is off-topic, nothing is too obscure. She is a woman of substance and so true. I can laugh with (and at) her, and we have cried together. K is the one I have a crush on. I have since I first met her. She is the second friend I told about having my nipples pierced. She was somewhat surprised, but mostly unphased (she has other friends that have it done).
Back when I first knew K, she seemed more sexually experienced than I ever thought I could be (more than one partner, experienced a threesome etc). I was in awe of her and looked up to her. She was honest and open and if you got her on the piss and she was as suggestive as you could imagine (and as sexy as hell). She was the first friend of mine who admitted she couldn’t do without her vibrators, even when her fiancée was home. It was refreshing (and who knew that I’d turn out just like that too?). Primarily, K would be vanilla, but she’s definitely willing to experience and experiment with new things (situations, toys, lovers). I think she could be either a sub or Domme; she’d do well with both. I can imagine her being both my sister sub and at other times dominating me.
Now on to R. Although ditzy most of the time, you can have a conversation with her. And during my first couple of years at uni R and I were quite close (no, not in a I-used-to-go-over-for-sleepovers-and-we’d-eat-each-other-out kind of way), we were good friends back then. Back in the days when she hadn’t slept with anyone. I saw her through her first sexual ‘relationship’ (and I use that term loosely). And I saw her start the second one (much better choice than the first). Now she’s set to marry the second one.
I remember one night we’d had a pizza and DVD night and were sitting on her bed chatting away, reading Cosmo (as we all do). And we got to the sealed section (“oooohhh”). It was a list of like 100 things to try with your sexual partner. We went through it and I was surprised that from those 100, there was only a handful that I hadn’t done. She was surprised. Now there wasn’t anything too raunchy in the list, quite tame actually (if my memory serves me correct). I believe a bit of tying to the bed was mentioned (who hasn’t done that?) as well as the standard things like anal etc. R has a naughty side, which is mostly spurred on by others. She doesn’t like to be anything but normal, she likes to do what other people do. In this respect, I think it’s safe to assume her orientation is generally vanilla. And then I remember those drunken parties over the years, and some where we pashed in front of others. And that leads me to think that maybe, just maybe she’s not as shy or unexperimental as she wants us to believe.
So, in thinking about my friends and whether they are vanilla or not, I would say that primarily they are, but experimental also. I think about the type of relationship that I’m in now and wonder if I could ever tell them. I wouldn’t tell P, I don’t think. Why? Did you read her reaction to getting my nipples pierced? Well, imagine her reaction to me telling her that I prefer plastic cock to real cock. Or if I told her I love to be hurt and bruised, my ears tortured so much that the next day they are constantly throbbing (even if only a little). Or that when He has His cock in me, He’s not making love to me, or having sex with me, He’s not even fucking me….He’s masturbating in me. Somehow, I don’t think it’s probably the best idea to disclose that all to P.
Would I tell K? I don’t know how much I would tell her. To be honest, if I was drunk enough I’d probably think ‘fuck it’ and tell her everything (although that hasn’t happened yet). But I believe there would be parts that I would disclose and others I wouldn’t (at least until I knew what her reaction was to the other, more tame things I’m into). Would I tell R, no. She doesn’t even know I have my nipples pierced (a purposeful choice on my behalf not to tell her). Everyone would know if I told her. And we’ve since had a falling out and no longer talk. So no, I wouldn’t tell her. (Funny how not long after I started writing this, she contacted me.)
So where are all my kinky friends?
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Daddy and I couldn't keep our hands off each other yesterday afternoon and last night. From kisses and hugs to Him feeling my hairy legs (and much more). We couldn't get enough of one another. Dinner even almost got ruined!! But then, as soon as dinner was over we were back into it (grins cheekily). I'm thinking I should go away more often, just to have this happen again!
Daddy decided to take some photos of me last night and this was the one we specifically took for today's HNT. Enjoy! (and let me know if you enjoy it).
Monday, June 16, 2008
So, I'm away from Him. And have been since Friday. I didn't want to come back, but loved doing so. As soon as I got on the road and into the swing of things, I was enjoying myself. I was driving alone, with the road ahead of me and the cd player turned up quite loud.
So picture this: I'm alone in my car, air conditioning on as the sun tries to make me sweat, the music playing loudly, and me singing at the top of my lungs. And I couldn't help but think to myself "This is great! Back travelling again, nothing but my thoughts and my music to keep me company". And as I'm singing along to Pink's I'm Not Dead album I wonder what it would be like to take a road trip with my girlfriends. Have I missed out on something because I haven't done this? Would a road trip with them be as much fun as I imagine it would be? Would we all be laughing, singing along, loving one another's company as I imagine we would be, or would it be different? I didn't care, the picture of us taking a road trip was satisfying. Truth be told, it probably won't happen, but in that moment I didn't care.
Now I'm getting off topic. It's been 3 days since I've seen Him. But only a few hours since we spoke. Friday night I was horny. I was back in my old bedroom and things were familiar. And what's the one thing I wanted to do more than anything Friday night??? I wanted to have phone sex with Him, just like we used to when we were living apart. It didn't happen. Daddy had stayed home from work because He wasn't feeling well, and He just didn't feel up to it :-(
This little nymph couldn't stop herself though. After she said goodnight to Daddy and went to bed, she pulled out her faithful friend, the large dildo and couldn't stop from fucking herself with it.
Yes, I brought it back with me. Before I even left, I wanted to have phone sex with Daddy! (grins). Can you blame me? I mean, what's hotter than hearing that background noise, knowing He's jerking? (Okay, so watching it live is better, but I had to make do with what I had available). But this little slut got her wish last night.
We had a particularly hot session masturbating (and cumming) for one another last night. I know Daddy so well. At one point I described to Him exactly what I suspected He was doing. How He was jerking, and what kind of video He was watching while doing so. Was I right? Of course. You can't spend as much time as I do watching a man's masturbation sessions without getting to know His routines and rituals. What He likes to watch most, whether He's jerking slow or fast etc.
I loved having phone sex with Daddy. I always have. I even woke up many times through the night with my hand between my legs. My cunt was wet all night. And that's how I woke up this morning, with my hand between my legs, playing with my cunt, my fingers coated in my juices from finger-fucking myself while sleeping.
I've been such a good girl today. I haven't masturbated, although I've really, really wanted to. Maybe, if I'm good, Daddy will let me masturbate tonight. At least I hope He will ;-)
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
I know it's been a little while since I updated. Life has been busy with study for my exam this afternoon. I'm confident-ish, given that I'm sitting on a Distinction (80%) so far with what results I've got back for my assessment. Still waiting on the mark for the main paper I submitted which should hopefully arrive in my letterbox sometime next week. (Keep your fingers crossed for me getting a good mark).
Heading back home to the family in a couple of days for almost a week. Time to clear out some old shit and try and get rid of it in a garage sale. And it's time to spend some quality girly time with my mum! God it's going to be so weird being away from Him for that long. It's been about 3 and a half months since I moved in here, and the only time we're not together or around each other is when He's at work. I guess those free phone calls that I have to Him will come in handy while I'm away.
And to top it all off, woke up yesterday and today feeling nauseous (as well throwing up this morning). Hope it goes away soon.
So I suspect that it will be a little while again until I post. Sorry. Hope everyone is doing well, and I shall still be checking in on your blogs and commenting, even if I'm not posting.
Wednesday, June 04, 2008
Through the day I was home alone. Got a few phone calls and texts from family and friends, but mostly just chilled out. I got a new cookbook as one of my presents, plus other kitchen stuff (you definitely know you've moved out of home when your birthday presents are now related to the kitchen somehow...lol). So I figured, "It's my birthday. I have a new cookbook. Let's bake a cake." And by let's bake a cake I mean me dancing to the music on my laptop. So that's what I did. I baked a chocolate cake (what you didn't think I was going to have anything other than chocolate did you? Self-confessed choc-a-holic here.)
Then, while the cake was cooling down I read quite a bit of the latest novel that's taken my fancy. Then it was time to ice the cake. I was debating whether whip up some cream to put on it, but decided that I wanted to ice it instead. So just after I'd finished that and sat down to do some more reading, Daddy comes home from work. And guess what He had bought for me? Yep, you guessed it....a lovely chocolate mud cake with cream on top.
I didn't bake my own cake because I assumed that He wouldn't buy me one. To be honest, it didn't even enter my mind whether He would or not. It was just a "I've got a new cookbook and it's my birthday. I'm going to bake myself a cake." And that's all there was to it. I believe I hurt His feelings by making one myself; that was not my intention. And as I told Him after He'd had a sleep, regardless of whether the cake I made was a birthday cake or just a cake, I enjoyed spending that time baking. So which was the better out of the two? The one Daddy brought home. Mine could have done with a bit more milk, but it was still nice. In fact, Daddy's cake is now all gone, while the one I made has hardly been touched. (No, I'm not a bad cook). It will get eaten. I guess you could say I got to have my cake, and eat it too :-D
Following dinner and watching some tv, it was time to get dirty. Sitting on my recliner, Daddy came over and I was lucky enough to show Him just how much I appreciated His nice, hard, cock. I sucked and licked His hard cock, taking Him deeper than I have before. And I would have spent longer if Daddy hadn't suggested we move to the bedroom. (I really wanted to try and deep throat Him...oh well, there's always another time.) After some playtime, I was treated to watching Daddy jerk as He came. (smiles)
Now it was my turn to play. I pulled out my big dildo/vibrator (only the vibe part doesn't work now, so it's really only a dildo), lay down on my back next to Him and started masturbating. Daddy helped by running His hands over my body, forcefully grabbing the inside of my thighs (which I LOVE), playing with my nipples (both gentle and hard), and kissing me. Mmm...how I love to kiss Him while I'm masturbating. Because I had spent quite a fair amount of time jerking Daddy earlier, my arm was sore. So every time I got close, my arm cramped up (Bloody uncooperative body parts!!). I pushed on through the pain and pumped my cunt for all I was worth. (Now it was a matter of principle as well). I looked at Daddy*, smiled and had my birthday orgasm (followed by a few more). He lightly touched my cheek with His hand and whispered: "You're so beautiful." My heart melted.
*I used to hate looking Daddy in the eye as I had an orgasm. For some reason, there was just something about it. Like it was too personal or something. I don't know. I can't really explain it, I just didn't feel totally comfortable with it. Of late though, it's a different story. Now I'm absolutely loving it. I love looking deep into His eyes while I moan and wiggle. And I want to do it again.