Melting Part 3: There it was...

I lay on my side in the hotel bed - sheet over my breasts, my back to him.

We lay there in the soft end of day light, a strangely warm end of winter breeze running over our skin, enjoying that ridiculous lust haze that envelops you in its embrace and pushes reality to the side.

He had missed me, he said. Missed being with me, missed talking to me, missed fucking me. Missed me in his life. I had initially melted at his words, but upon consideration I had rejected them - categorizing them as an over the top booty call, assuming it was the price he had felt he had to pay to get me to his hotel, to get my panties off.

I had viewed his words through the lens of my opinions about myself - categorizing his declaration as unbelievable, as a game. I am, after all, that girl you fuck, not that girl you miss.

He touched me softly as we lay there, hands on my arms, a light kiss on the back of my neck, a soft knuckle down my spine - creating a gentle and unexpected intimacy. He caressed me in a way that was not at all carnal and I marvelled with how good it felt to be touched without expectation, without agenda.

You scare me, he said softly.

I joked back at him: If you want me to stop jumping out at you from behind furniture, I will...

No, Kimberly, the way I feel about you scares me.

And there it was: both the thing I wanted the very most and the thing I wanted the very least.

There it was.

HNT: Save a Horse, Ride a Cowgirl...

This town ain't never gonna to be the same...

Well, well, well dirty darlings, giddy up! I am ready for spring: I feel playful this week, frisky, like I need a ride, or need someone to ride me...you know the email.

Don't forget to swing by on Osbasso...and don't forget the Other HNT!

Melting Part 2: More...

He stood behind me, holding my neck with his arm, his other hand rubbing me through my dress. I was his, completely his - at that point where you want to orgasm so desperately you will do anything to get there.

My hips pushed forward against his hand.

Tell me what you want, he smiled into my ear while he slid my dress up. Do you want more? He knew he had me at his mercy. He knew I was captured by lust, ready to beg.

Mmmm, yes, I half sighed and half moaned. He slid his fingers into my panties - finding heat and wet black lace. He started very softly rubbing my clit: like that?

Yes, oh god, just like that.

He slowly rubbed his fingers in circles, giving me more, but not quite enough. Teasing me with the possibility of letting me cum, but not giving me what I needed to get there.

Beyond coherence, I started making noises in my throat and pushing myself forward into his fingers. He laughed softly and paused his hands: more? He said. More, I moaned.

He led me to the bed, pulled my dress off over my head and lay me down. Leaving me clothed only in panties, bra, and frantic lust. He spread out beside me, lying on his side. Smiling at me he pushed the cup of my bra down and started playing with my nipples, pinching them with his fingers. He paused, smiled: more?

Mmm, please more. He lowered his head and gently flicked with his tongue. He ran his hand down my body and rested his fingers on top of my panties. Open your legs, he whispered.

I opened, immediately, not even a flicker of hesitation. Oh, God, did I ever want it.

Wider, he said, I want all of you. I obeyed instantly.

He pushed my panties aside, and slid one finger between my legs. I moaned and arched my body to push it deeper inside me. He stroked his finger in and out of me, then he smiled again arching his brow, more?

More, I managed to get out between gasps. He replaced the one finger with two and curved them up, hitting me exactly where I wanted it. Oh Oh Oh, Oh I gasped every time his fingers slid.

He stopped and turned my head to look at him. More? he asked again.

Oh god, yes more, please more.

He slid his fingers back in and brought his thumb up to play with my clit. He brought me right to the edge and then he stopped and looked at me, waiting for me to tell him what I wanted. He wanted to hear me say it.

More, I begged, oh please more. Give me more.

He started touching me again, turning my head to look him right in the eyes, slowing down if I looked away. Never breaking eye contact he lowered his head and gently licked my clit, flicking me back and forth with his tongue.

I came with an intensity that I found almost alarming. Looking in his eyes, riding his tongue.
...

I'll tell you a secret...I want more.

HNT: Just My Wedding Ring...

Do you like having nothing between us?

Just skin on skin, just you on me, nothing beyond the moment.

I suspect you like the trespass of possessing another man's wife, if only just for that moment...should I say just you, me and my wedding ring?


Happy HNT, dirty darlings! Don't forget to drop by on Osbasso and see who else is playing...and don't forget the Other HNT!

Group Post: The Day...

The Day I Become Monogamous?

What I am about to say might shock you: but I am seriously considering monogamy.

I know, I know - this is probably the most daring, out there, wild and crazy thing I have typed on this blog - but there it is.

There were some years there where I didn't care, where it didn't matter - but I have, in a flurry of joy, rediscovered what it is that makes it worth it, what it is that makes a person want to commit to something.

I remember walking with a friend of mine and he said, on the topic of cheating: "I just like my life too much, it is comfortable. So it is really not worth it to me - I have too much to lose."

And at that point I realized, I didn't feel like I had anything to lose anymore. It was all gone.

Empty.

But lately, lately I have to say that I have realized that there is something worthwhile to work for. Although perhaps realized isn't really the right word, because it wasn't always here.

But, like I felt myself emerge from the cocoon of mothering young children, so has my relationship emerged from the bleak wilderness in which it lived.

All of a sudden there is a new spark, a tender delicate flame.

And so I look at my options, suddenly good options, and part of me is starting to realize, to my wonder and delight: there is something here to lose...


This is another one of our group posts, click on through to see what everyone else came up with... drop me an email if you want to play next time!
Petal http://secretlifeofaslummymummy.blogspot.com/
Kink Chronicles http://www.thekinkchronicles.blogspot.com/
Autumn http://www.autumnmistspeaks.blogspot.com/
Veronica http://anothersuburbanmom.blogspot.com/
Ronjazz http://www.ronjazz.blogspot.com/
Ms Scarlett http://msscarlettletter.blogspot.com/
Hubman http://hubmanshangout.wordpress.com/
Aurore http://dangerousliaisons-aurore.blogspot.com/
Mykeyman: http://www.outsidevanilla.blogspot.com/
Gray: http://mygrayline.blogspot.com/
Advizor advizortoall.blogspot.com
Duchess http://theduchessissexy.blogspot.com/
FG Sakes http://fgsakes.blogspot.com/
Topaz http://topaz-gemology.blogspot.com/
They Belong To Us http://theybelongtous.wordpress.com/
Panserbjorn http://insatiabear.blogspot.com/

Taboo Review: Rub My Clit, Won't You?

Now I am very delayed in writing this review – I have been working a ridiculous amount and just can’t get my blog on. Do they make a gel for that?

I am sure you have all been waiting with legs open and hands poised for the follow up to my Taboo: Getting There post. In case you don’t feel like clicking: I take drugs, sometimes I just can’t get in the mood and it is really working my nerves. Even when I am mentally interested sometimes I can’t get physically interested – so the good folks at Eden Fantasys sent me some delightful arousal lubes to try.

I bet you have been wondering: Does this stuff work? Did you enjoy it? Did it make you cum like a motherfucker?

Answers, in order, yes, yes and yes.

I wasn't sure that this stuff would work. I always thought that it probably had a placebo effect – you are thinking of sex, you are wanting to cum, you are in that psychological place - but I have been there mentally and just not been able to get there physically. I have wanted to connect physically, to make love, even if I wasn't in the mood - but I just can't get past a certain point if I can't get turned on, it feels invasive and I just do not want to be touched unless I am physically interested. I am not a close my eyes and think of England type of girl.

To my surprise and delight, these are no placebos, these have results.

Cleopatra's Secret Female Arousal Creme: Cherry Vanilla Flavour

$9.49

I gotta say , my initial reaction is that there is something that I find a little odd about flavoured products. I mean, really, I don’t need your junk to taste like a margarita. Generally if I like you I will like the way you taste, I think it is a pheromone/hormone thing. But, really, anything in the name of science…and by science I mean getting off.

The Roommate of Easy Virtue and I had some trepidations about it, expecting that it might be a little icky – along the lines of the toothpaste they use at the dentist or the fake fruitiness of a banana Popsicle or watermelon bubblegum (all of which I loathe). But let me tell you, we pulled this stuff out of the box and had a taste and seriously, I could eat it on ice cream. It is sweet and fruity and delicious. It doesn't taste "fake" - it tastes more like a cheesecake, or as my husband said: "it is the Ben and Jerry's of clit gel - rich, creamy, full of flavour" (He also added "surprisingly filling" and "a flavourful explosion with each lick" but I think he may have delved into a tinge of sarcasm with the last two.)

But more seriously, the husband agreed that it tasted good. I only tasted it more briefly, but he found that the...um, prolonged exposure, didn't make his tongue feel particularly weird - I was worried he would get numb and talk funny, but apparently not.

In terms of the feeling of it on the body: it doesn't feel overly oily - the texture is more like a hand cream and not an oil, which I quite liked. You don't feel like you want to wipe it off, it won't make you feel greasy. The husband said he was aware that there was a product in play, but it didn't bother him.

The bottom line: this stuff works. I wasn't expecting much, but rubbing a little in before we started to play put me in the mood. I wasn't trying to force myself to get turned on, which is frankly way to much pressure to deal with, but it got me tingly which made getting really turned on easier, which made cumming easier. It gets you past that first step of initial physical response - it makes it happen - and then it makes everything that follows more intense.

When you first apply it the feeling is, for lack of a better word, minty. It doesn't taste that way, but the tingle has a cool feeling and that is the word that comes to mind. It is delightful. It doesn't overwhelm you, but it gives you a boost.

The Cleopatra's Secret also made the rest of the experience more intense. In my opinion it does actually, as it claims, "enhance clitoral excitement" - I was able to maintain a higher level of arousal than I have in recent months, which was surprising and most welcome. AND, I also think it made my orgasm more intense.

Much to my surprise and delight this stuff actually works - it gave me the experience I had been looking for. I will definitely by buying it again. Highly recommended.

Jo Clitoral Stimulation Gel:
15.99
This one was my least favourite of the two, it just did not have the pow that the Cleopatra's Secret did. It did give me the same initial minty feeling, but it didn't have the intensity that I was looking for. If you were looking for something more subtle, just a slight edge up, it might give it to you, because I definitely felt something. This wasn't a case of it having no effect - it just wasn't the intensity I needed.

I needed something to take me beyond the initial twinkle of arousal and this did not deliver what I was looking for.

It has no taste - but it isn't one of those products that are 'tasteless' in an icky or medicinal way - it genuinely is neutral on the tongue, which I think is a huge plus. In terms of texture, although this one is an oil it isn't oily in an icky way - that being said, I preferred the texture of the cream.

To make sure I was thorough, I tried this one with hubby and on my own, thinking that maybe I just wasn't in the mood for company - it didn't give me what I was looking for either with him or solo. For my money the Cleopatra's Secret is a much more effective product.

Now, if you will excuse me, I have a hankering for some tingling...

HNT: Release

This week I am desperate for release. To writhe in sheets and bite my lip. To push someone down and have my naughty, naughty way with them. To partake in sweet sweet chaos for just a few moments...

Release in bed, emotional release and release from life - or, more accurately, release back to my life. 15 hour work days, a wedding this weekend, and the chaos of reality has just been a little too much. I have not seen my husband, my kids, my dog. I have not done a single dish or any laundry. I have not blogged and I have now gone into the multiple hundreds of unanswered emails (no really, I will get back to you...promise!)

So, dirty darlings...I will be back - I have reviews, I have stories, I have plans. But for now I have miles to go before I sleep...

Chaos aside, I will be sending out an email for this month's group post, which will be on the 15th - if you want to play along just drop me an email and let me know.

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HNT: Good Girl Gone Bad?

The Roommate of Easy Virtue claims that really she is a sweet innocent girl and keeps happening across men who seduce her into trouble. My feeling? There is a common denominator here....


Happy HNT, dirty darlings. Don't forget to swing by Osbasso's and see who else is playing and also to hit up the other HNT!