I’m a pretty happy go lucky kind of gal. I’m outgoing, I’m friendly, I give strangers directions, and I hug my friends.  People would say I’m cheery…and quirky.

But sometimes, I have a dark place I go.  It’s not quite to the depression I faced my first two years of college. No, it’s more of a aimless, lost questioning place.

What qualifies me to be a “Best Sex Blogger?” Goodness knows I don’t have that much sex. Why do people bother reading me; I’m awkward, silly, odd, and always questioning myself.  Why do people ask me for advice; what if I mess up and tell them something wrong? What if I fuck someone up?

Sometimes, I wonder if I’m in the wrong field.  I have a Master’s in Sex.  And no job. Not enough income to pay my rent for the month. I’m flat broke - I can’t even pay my medical bills. A Master’s degree, and I am over qualified for $10/hr jobs, and even though it’s a bloody graduate degree, no one wants to hire me with it for a “real” job with benefits.  I’m trying to piece together little bits; an article here, some sales there, a class on oral sex, possibly some phone sex operating.  I’ve been asked to speak next month to a class on feminism and pornography.  I don’t know how I’m going to make it. Sex is my passion, but is it worth being evicted, and not being able to feed my cats over? Sometimes I wonder if I made the right choice, going the direction I did.  Why didn’t I get a degree in English, or Social Work, or hell, Engineering. I mean, even a lock smith has better job opportunities (and better pay) than I do.

My bank account is below $200, with bills sitting on my table. My insurance runs out at the end of the month. No one will hire me because I’m a cripple with a degree in sex.

And what am I doing? I’m writing my blog (and the other blogs I write for), working on an article for $pread, coming up with ideas for my oral sex class, re-reading Whipping Girl, and giving free advice to my friends on their sex lives. Looking into phone sex. Trying to figure out how to get paid to beat people up.

Sex is my passion, and while sometimes I wonder if I’m being an idiot…I realize that I’d rather be poor and do what I love than hate myself everyday for working at the local mall.

What can you do? You do what you can.

-Essin’ Em

Tags: broke, lost, scared, Sex Education, Sexuality, thoughts, wonder

We met playing online backgammon and four hours later my white cotton panties were balled up on the floor, my feet were on the desk and I was having a colossal orgasm. I need to tell you right now that I am not that type of girl, or rather, was not that type of girl. I didn’t start having sex until I was almost twenty, I’d only managed to have the occasional small orgasm by masturbating and I didn’t really see what the big deal was.

That was before Paul. For the next two weeks my days revolved around emails, chatting online for hours and of course cybersex. But it wasn’t just the sex. He asked me questions and listened to what I had to say. He was interested in my opinions and ideas and he was able to express how he felt about more things than any man I’d ever met. He also gave the most incredible virtual massages. He’d start at my feet and by the time he got to my butt, I’d be soaked. I’d usually cum before he even got to my neck.

During one particularly hot session, I just had to hear his voice and I gave him my phone number. If I thought cyber sex was hot then phone sex was scorching. Paul’s voice was directly connected to my pussy. He could be telling me about the weather and I’d be wet. For the next month we talked each other into countless orgasms. It was a safe yet exciting way to explore a huge range of fantasies. I was very inexperienced and he seemed so knowledgeable that I was quite content to let him take the lead. Paul would introduce the fantasy and I’d try to jump in and play my part. He was good at being able to judge what was working for me and what wasn’t. Though in the safety of my apartment, there wasn’t much that didn’t get me going.

One topic that came up on a regular basis was girl on girl action. He had this theory that all women have an inner lesbian, sometimes they just need the right person to help discover her. It always made me a bit uncomfortable, but whenever we introduced another girl into our fantasy, he’d just explode. I decided it was just a harmless guy thing and didn’t really mind playing along.

I was the one who had to talk him into meeting in person. He said he was worried I would be disappointed, but I was getting cauliflower ears and I was missing real dates. I was madly in lust and I didn’t want it to be with just a voice. So we met. And two hours thirty-seven minutes later we were in bed. I’ve heard that sexual attraction is all about pheromones. It doesn’t matter how well you’ve connected in other ways, if the chemistry isn’t right, forget it. I guess we were just lucky because his H2 was made for my O.

And O-O-O-O-O fuck was the sex good. Beyond anything either of us imagined it could be. In the beginning I don’t know how either of us managed to keep our jobs, or friends or even find time to eat. One way we squeezed extra sex time into our day was to continue using the phone and pc for erotic play. Sometimes one or the other or both of us would have orgasms, but mostly we just used it as foreplay; a little heavy breathing or a slutty email or some hot chat to get us through the day.

Another advantage of our virtual sex life was that we had a wealth of well-developed fantasies at our disposal. At first it was only trash talk while we made love. He’d talk like the teacher to my little schoolgirl, or the cop and me the speeding driver trying to beat the ticket, or the bad daughter needing to be punished, or the hooker and the john. The choices were endless, but I was always the submissive. It wasn’t something we had ever discussed, that’s just where our comfort zone was and I truly enjoyed being his sex slave.

One day Paul came home from work and I was wearing a little plaid skirt with knee high stockings and black loafers, a white shirt that was two sizes to small and my hair was in pigtails. He went absolutely crazy and our sex life had an entirely new dimension to explore. We would create ‘scenes’ that would usually involve costumes and some sort of preamble before we got to the sex. Like I would get home an hour after I said I would and be wearing my schoolgirl outfit and we’d have a big fight before he fucked me into submission. Or I’d get dressed all slutty and go to a bar. I’d flirt with guys, get them to buy me drinks and do some dirty dancing. He’d watch all this from a booth then make sure they saw him giving me money then taking me out to the car to have sex in the parking lot.

One fantasy that I hoped would always stay just that was the whole other woman, inner lesbian thing. He knew I was uncomfortable with it and he seemed to be content with just having it as part of our trash talk. That was until he found out his cousin Lisa was coming to town for her holidays. He’d told me about her before; a buyer for a high end clothing store, over achiever, gave him his first blow job, likes girls more then boys. The thought of the three of us together drove him to distraction and he insisted that I put every effort into making it happen. That was our first really big fight, but at the time I couldn’t say no to him.

We arranged to have dinner at the hotel she was staying at, he was driving in and I walked over from the office where I was temping. I knew who she was as soon as I saw her. They both have the same long straight nose, straight blond hair, pale blue eyes and flawless skin, but Lisa is seriously built. Now I understand where the expression “built like a brick shithouse” comes from. I was hooked from the moment our eyes met and she knew it. She introduced herself and I wanted to hold onto her soft cool hand forever. She kissed my cheek and I vowed never to wash it off. Her scent and her voice were intoxicating and by the time Paul arrived for dinner I was completely under her spell. I wanted her like I’ve never wanted anyone else. I was gushing above and below the table and I was sure the entire restaurant could smell my sex. Somehow I managed to get through dinner and we all went up to her room. Paul must have thought his greatest fantasy was about to come true, but after we’d had a drink she kissed him and told him she doesn’t do boy cousins anymore and sent him on his way. It must have been devastating to him to get so close then have the rug pulled out from him, but at the time I was barely aware that he’d left.

“I’ve never been with a woman before” I told her.

“I know. We don’t have to do anything…”

“It’s not like that at all” I stammered, “I want to do everything, I just don’t know if I’ll know how.”

She smiled, took my face in her hands and kissed me. My legs turned to rubber and I sank to the bed. She stood in front of me and slowly started to strip. She undid her blouse and the powder blue semi cup of her bra barely covered her nipples. Would they be a pale pink like Paul’s? She undid her skirt and it fell to the floor. She stepped out of it towards me, turned around and bent down to pick up her clothes. The thong of her panties a thin blue line through the centre of her perfect peach shaped ass. She stayed bent over for a moment and I caressed her, leaned in close and inhaled her musky scent. She walked over to the chair and carefully laid her folded clothes over the arm, took off her high heels and walked slowly back. She’s so perfect, I thought, even her stay up stockings stay up. Somehow the rest of our clothes melted away and my inner lesbian was discovered.

We didn’t leave the hotel for the next two weeks and when she asked me to move to Toronto with her I didn’t even say goodbye to Paul. I just took my clothes and a few cd’s and left. It was not one of my best decisions. It had been springtime in Vancouver, but it was most definitely still winter in Toronto. Lisa’s job involved long hours and lots of travel. I wasn’t working and didn’t know anyone else so I had far too much time on my hands. We tried phone sex when she was travelling and she liked me talking her into an orgasm, but she really couldn’t get the hang of talking trash to me. When she was home and we made love she only wanted to do the things she knew she liked and didn’t want to try new things even if it was just to give me pleasure. Once we were settled into a domestic routine I realized that sex did not have the same importance to her as it had to Paul and I.

Eventually out of boredom and frustration I found myself visiting the chat rooms, trolling for cybersex. It wasn’t a big surprise when Paul and I crossed paths again. We were both using different names, but I knew it was him almost right away. We both kept up the charade until we’d finished. He told me how much he missed me and then he asked me to marry him. I was bored and lonely and flattered and horny and most of my friends were married and now I know that these were all really lame reasons to get married, but it all made sense at the time. Six weeks later, with Lisa as my bridesmaid and a dozen friends looking on we tied the knot.

I discovered during my time with Lisa that I sometimes like taking the lead and being the dominate partner during sex, but it never seemed to work when I’d try it with Paul. He was willing enough to give up control; it’s just that the roles we had were so entrenched that we’d both end up feeling foolish. Then one day I told him to put on my panties, he did and Roxanne was conceived. Not that she had a name or personality or was anything at that point, just that if he was wearing a piece of women’s clothing, he was able to act submissive. It was a novelty at first. If one of us wanted to reverse our normal roles, he’d put on panties or stockings and we could do it. One day I came home from work and he was totally decked out in my clothes. He’d stuffed a bra and had on matching panties, garter and stockings, my clingy little black dress and heels. After the initial shock, I had to admit that he looked pretty hot. He’d obviously been practicing the walk and the wiggle. He even had a low sultry voice that he used when he introduced ‘Roxanne’.

After that we started buying clothes, lingerie and other accessories just for her. She still wore mine of course (she liked the smell of my sex) but it was nice for her to have some of her own. Our toy collection also grew and one of our favourite additions was a harness for a strap-on dildo. Not only did this satisfy Roxanne’s very horny ass, it was fun having a cock. I should also mention that soon after buying it we discovered Paul could wear it and fuck me with two cocks, satisfying even more fantasies.

Roxanne didn’t replace Paul; rather she became another partner. Sometimes just a voice mail from her, or an email for her, or reference to her while Paul and I made love. Usually she was the submissive partner in our old tried and true fantasies, but she also provided a way for both of us to express very different desires and I was almost always the one to initiate these. I gave the first golden shower and the first really hard spanking, though the nipple clamps and handcuffs went on me first. I’ve always enjoyed sex during my period, I get so horny and Paul’s cock feels so different. I introduced using it for play when I forced Roxanne to go down on me during a particularly heavy flow. The next month Paul scrawled “SLUT” across my chest in menstrual blood then fucked me hard and fast until I was screaming like a woman possessed. It was one of the rare times that I was able to orgasm with just intercourse.

Up until this point, Roxanne was confined to our home. Some of our fantasies involved her being out and about, but Paul made it clear that’s as far as he wanted to go with it. I admit that I was responsible for Roxanne coming out when she did, but maybe it would have happened anyway. For his birthday, I sent him an e-card telling him he had to go to a certain address to get his present at 1pm and that I’d pick him up there at 6pm. The place I had sent him was a salon that specializes in transformations. I bought fake breasts that attached to his chest and were claimed to be so realistic he could go swimming with them. I also bought all new clothes and lingerie designed specifically for cross-dressers, a long blonde wig and new three inch heels. Enricho would spend the next five hours shaving, waxing, fitting, doing make-up and nails (toes and fingers) and completely transforming my husband Paul into my girlfriend Roxanne.

When I picked her up Enricho was giving her some pointers on how to act more feminine and she was doing a fine job of it. She looked beautiful and classy and I caught myself thinking that I could look that good if I’d had someone give me a five-hour makeover.

The big surprise of the night was our dinner companion. Roxanne didn’t know Lisa was going to be there and Lisa didn’t know anything about Roxanne. I had this perfect evening planned in my head. Lisa would be totally impressed and cool with the whole thing and Paul would finally have the fantasy of having sex with his cousin and I fulfilled. Things did not go according to plan. They looked like sisters and Lisa freaked. She thought we were making fun of her and after making a huge scene in the restaurant she marched out. In an attempt to salvage the evening (I had after all spent a bundle on the make over) we went to another restaurant for dinner then to a club and danced the night away.

That night changed everything. There was more and more Roxanne and less and less Paul. Eventually she decided she was going to be a fulltime she-male and got breast implants and hair extensions. She assured me she wasn’t going to get gender reassignment surgery so anytime I needed a cock, Paul could visit. She really wanted to stay married and couldn’t understand why I had a problem with that. She had absolutely no desire to have sex with men, her orientation wasn’t changing only her outward appearance and since I had been instrumental in that change and I’d lived with a woman who looked very similar why the hell was I being so stubborn now?

She sent me a letter before I got the divorce papers and explained it was just a formality. She was going to have her name legally changed to Roxanne and was just tying up all Paul’s loose ends. She said that she was still loved me and hoped that we could still be friends. She’d started dating again and encouraged me to do the same. She made a little joke about both of us finding our inner lesbian. She sounded happy.

Download Episode #20 of Bedroom Radio (15MB, 24 minutes)

In this episode, I interview the amazing, prolific Rachel Kramer Bussel about her new book Spanked. We talk about our favorite ways to give and get spankings and she reads a very hot excerpt from the book.

Be sure to listen to learn about your chance to win a copy of Spanked for yourself! You have to hear the show to know the rules for the contest, but I’ll give you a hint. This picture of my tushy after a spanking is an important clue:

Other links of note for this episode:
The rest of the Spanked virtual book tour
The Spanked blog
Dark Odyssey Summer Camp

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Buy A Raffle Ticket To Win A Limited, Edition, Museum Signed Print From Lochai

I’ve never discussed this on my blog before, but recent developments have prompted me to discuss the reason why I’m no longer a teacher. Being Catalina isn’t always a good thing. I separated early this year with my school as a peaceful way to avoid a public scandal that would ultimately affect my teenage daughter, who attended said school.

Part of my agreement I cannot legally discuss - specifically the reasons and terms of my separation - but use your imaginations. I can say that I agreed to leave quietly and peacefully under the condition that my (straight-a’s, honors courses, award-winning, athlete, without a discipline record) child be allowed to attend her last year of middle school just as if I had resigned at the end of the year. Let me spell this out for you. Faculty receive a substantial tuition discount. I pay 10% of the tuition. This roughly amounts to $1,100. After leaving, all faculty are offered one more year for their children at the faculty tuition discount as a way to avoid disrupting their children’s lives too much.

A few days ago the head of my former school called me to tell me that had rescinded his offer and that she was no longer welcome to attend. In the same phone conversation, he changed his mind and decided to honor our agreement. Well, kind of. I came in with the tuition and they refused to accept my payment.

Later I received an email that stated that on top of the faculty tuition, I am also expected to pay student fees, which are not covered under the faculty discount. Okay, so throw in another $900. I can come up with that, even if it means the car payment doesn’t get paid.

The straw that broke this camel’s back? The additional $1,000 expense account that is being demanded by the 18th of August to cover her lunch account (which was roughly $750 last year) and field trip expenses (which are roughly $250). I requested that she not be allowed to charge a lunch in the cafeteria and that she will bring her lunch, which is an option available to (other) parents, to have this fee waived. The field trip charges, I can’t really object to, that seems fair, so mental tab up to $2,200.

I’ve just been informed that the school is unwilling to waive the expense account fee for her lunch account and demands the entire amount be paid. If it is unused it will be refunded to me at the end of the year. Nice of them to at least offer that. This brings up my new grand total to $3,200 in 8 days.

I went from having her tuition paid to being a mile away.

I have never been as upset as I am right now. For a “Christian” educator to use a child as a pawn in a moral battle against me, and what I represent, is unethical - it’s beyond unethical - it’s reprehensible.

So I’ve played all of my cards, my hands are tied. He wins right now. Because I have been judged a whore, my child loses.

I refuse to allow that to happen. For the first time ever, I am asking my readers to help me. I’ve asked my readers to support the arts (artists, photographers, and other bloggers) but never asked for financial support on my blogs for myself or my family. Today that changes because my child is involved. Today I ask for your support for my daughter’s education and future.

Similar to the project I did for Lochai, I am asking for donations towards my daughter’s education fund. I spoke to Lochai this afternoon, and he has offered to donate three 5×7 museum signed prints from his recent exhibit at the World Erotic Art Museum, two of them are not only museum signed prints, but are also very limited editions.

Alley Bound and Curves are a limited edition of 10 museum signed prints. If you win, you will receive either 6/10 or 7/10. Beach Bound is Lochai’s iconic World’s Most Erotic Photograph winning piece, and is a signed museum print. (Sold normally at $75/print)

On top of Lochai’s unbelievably generous offer, several people have contacted me since posting this and asked to donate items to be raffled off as well. Now, from Ellie Lumpesse we have three books:

The Straight Girl’s Guide to Sleeping With Chicks by Jen Sincero
Aqua Erotica by Mary Anne Mohanraj
The Ultimate Guide to Fellatio by Violet Blue

Ellie is also offering a 30-minute private phone session (that can include her amazingly sexy man) if you win.

And one of Janice’s friends left a comment in my blog that she would donate custom, hand made jewelry (a necklace and earring set) to a runner up.

“It’s not a kinky prize, but pretty,” she said. Pretty indeed! Take a look: http://quem98.livejournal.com/306470.html

Thursday and D have also offered a signed 8×10 print of any one of their photographs and a copy of the book, The Mammoth Book of Illustrated Erotic Women. And Thursday has also offered one of her sexy (orgasmic) voicemails to a lucky winner. Let me tell you, that is one hot prize.

Then I got an email from a total stranger, the writer of Between My Sheets, who offered:

A brand new, still in the package, never been used Silver Bullet Vibe.

And just now I heard from my Naughty Secretary who offered:

Her services as a graphic designer and artist. She is looking into which painting(s) she is going to donate, but she has committed to two separate prizes - each being two hours of graphic design time (normally charged at $120/hr).

Edward, from Exjinn.net, the company that hosts all of our blogs and provides us without outstanding support and service, has offered:

A 50 gig hosting plan from Exjinn.net with 1-year of service.

Thank you, so much! I cannot tell you how moved I am by the random kindness of the community. Lochai’s the one who started the commUNITY concept, but I get it better than ever now.

Essin’ Em, the pansexual feminist sexpert on her way up, just donated a copy of the book, Wetter, with her story signed personally for you. As if that weren’t generous enough, she has also offered an 8×10 print!

Sabrina Fox - does the name ring a bell?

Sabrina Fox, as in the redhead hot as fuck bondage and fetish model, Sabrina Fox, was chatting with me today and mentioned that she has a few pairs of latex panties that she recently wore for a photoshoot that would offer as prizes. Latex panties worn by Sabrina Fox, anyone? Oh wait until I tell W about this when she is older.

Jeff Mach commented: (THANK YOU, JEFF!)

Prize donations, a few: - I am running a New Year’s Eve fetish event in New Jersey at the end of this year (on NYE itself). Tickets are probably going to be something along the lines of $250 per couple - we were actually finalizing that this week. I’ll offer a ticket (that is, admission for two people, including gourmet meal and champagne) for the raffle, if you’d like.

and

I run the Wicked Winter Renaissance Faire, now entering its fourth year, every February - again, in Jersey. We’re going to three days this year, and tickets for all three days would usually be at $40; I can donate two pairs of those, as well, if it will assist you.

I feel like George from “It’s a Wonderful Life”. Graydancer, who posted a very insightful post about the society that we live in, just twittered me (it sounds dirtier than it is) and said:

I didn’t realize you were adding prizes. Throw in an audiobook version of my novel, “Nawashi“.

Thanks, Graydancer! I appreciate it! I didn’t know I was going to add prizes either, until people started offering. The outpouring of support in the various ways people have shown it is very moving. Some people can afford to show their support by purchasing a ticket, some people are supporting us by crossposting, some are offering prizes, some are doing all of the above and then some. I even consider it supportive just to see comments from people who happened upon it and have shown emotional support.

In the comments this morning, from a total stranger, Rose Fox, was this offer, which is generous and naughty — a very good combination for this crowd!:

I’m here via the person who donated the jewelry. I used to review DVDs for AVN, and I’m still on Vivid’s mailing list, so now I have a closet full of unopened Vivid porn DVDs. I’ve been trying to figure out how to donate them someplace and would be delighted to offer them for your cause.

There are too many to catalog, so perhaps 10 “grab bags” of ten DVD’s? I’d do my best to include a varied selection so that the winner is fairly likely to get at least a few titles that suit their tastes.

Thank you, Rose — I don’t know anybody, personally, who would turn down a handful of DVD’s. And you’re really giving away 10 prizes, not just one, so thank you x 10! You’re right, there’s got to be something in there that turns that key in the lock. (Just a note on this: because of the laws regarding the selling of pornography, the winners would need to submit a copy of their ID to Rose in order for her to be able to send them to you.)

Also in the comments this morning was a message from Beautiful Rebecca offering a piece of original sensual art:

I have an original piece of sensual art from the artist I live with I would like to donate. It was scheduled for a gallery show next year but we would much rather have it go to your cause as it hit home.

I believe most of my readers know Ms. Nikki Nefarious. She’s not only an award-winning rigger, but an award-winning photographer as well (http://alteredaperture.com). She is also a very close, personal friend of mine and although she is going through her own crisis after leaving her own job, she has offered to donate some of her prints as well as a rope kit. Here are the details:

Collette for TABU Magazine 8 x 12
Jamie in Latex 8 x 12
Girl’s Best Friend 8 x 12
Scream 8 x 10
GarGirl Bound 8 x 10
The Enforcer 8 x 10
Sarah Sealed 8 x 10
Red Hood 8 x 10

and then A Starter Rope Package (4-pack of multi-colored ropes in different lengths and hemp rope cuffs)

Lily, who calls herself Lily (the rope ho) in her comment below offered:

3 x 30ft hand-dyed, processed 6mm hemp kit to add to the prize box

Radical Vixen, who most of you know as the editor of the weekly sex blog digest, Sugasm, is a very active political advocate. She has offered two books for the raffle: (Thanks, Vix!!)

She’s on Top: Erotic Stories of Female Dominance and Male Submission
Sex and Bacon: Why I Love Things That Are Very, Very Bad For Me

I’m officially launching the “Catalina’s Emergency Tuition Fund Raffle”, here is the link to buy your virtual ticket. Tickets are $10.00 each, you can buy as many as you’d like (if you’d like to donate $50.00, for example, I’ll enter your name 5 times). I really will write down names and put them in a hat, and my daughter can pick the winners (of course I’ll come up with some vanilla reason why she’s doing it). We’ll choose the winners on August 17th at 10 pm. You will be notified by 10:30 pm.

**I wanted to mention that any money in excess of need will be donated to the National Coalition for Sexual Freedom. At the end of the year when this ridiculous expense account is refunded to me, I will also donate that money to the NCSF. This is more than one parent’s experience/nightmare. It’s the bigger cause that we are ultimately fighting for. If you’re not familiar with the mission of the NCSF, this is copied from their page:

The National Coalition for Sexual Freedom is a national organization committed to creating a political, legal, and social environment in the United States that advances equal rights of consenting adults who practice forms of alternative sexual expression. NCSF is primarily focused on the rights of consenting adults in the SM-leather-fetish, swing, and polyamory communities, who often face discrimination because of their sexual expression.

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Anyone that has been following my Twitter lately knows that I’ve got a pretty serious crush on Thursday’s Child. Sure, all of us flirt on there, but this one is real. I am so lucky to have met Thursday and D and to count them as close friends. I’ve watched them go through struggles and growth over the last few months and I’ve been honored to be a friend to them. Jay and I hope to meet them very soon - plane tickets will be ordered one of these days and we will have them to ourselves.

Lately, Thursday and I have been leaving each other fun little voicemails to titillate and amuse. I’ve mostly been playful, sexy, and tried to have fun. This morning, though, I woke up and had a message from her. It had come in the middle of the night and I had a feeling it would be special. I was right. I knew I couldn’t do the sexiness of this message justice by just describing it. No, my dear audiophiles, you deserve to hear it. Grab the headphones!

Thursday’s Voicemail to Me

You back? Shaking like I was? When I first met Thursday I was instantly attracted to her, we are so similar in so many ways and she felt like the sister I never had. Except, I suppose most people don’t want to do to their sisters what I want to do to her. I have the same curiosities about her skin and her body. We have already warned the boys that they may have to sit calmly in the corner as we focus on each other. They might whine but it will be worth it.

Originally posted at Ellie Lumpesse: Pretentious Pervert

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Thursday Looks Yummier Than Ever In Her New Corset!

…at least over the phone…

So yesterday D told me that he wanted me to masturbate and come for him on his voicemail so he could listen to it whenever and wherever he wanted to.  So I waited for the golden hour when kids are either gone or napping and took Mr. Kink and my phone into my bedroom, laid down on the bed, and dialed the phone with one hand while using my Magic Wand with the other.

I laid there, trying not to come too quickly whie I went through all the “You have reached the mailbox of…”  bullshit and then finally it was my time to leave a message.  MDS told me I had to tell him what I was doing, and that I wanted him to fuck me, and all sorts of naughty things and as I was spewing out filth from my lips, I began to come.

An hour or so later, my phone rings.  I let it go to voicemail.  I’m on my union smoke break!  It rings again, okay, clearly someone is trying to get in touch, not leave a message.  It’s D, so I answer.

“Hello?”

And on the other end, all I can hear is Thursday’s little whimpers and moans as she’s obviously being fucked by D.  Mr. Kink and I sat there on the other end, sharing the phone ear-to-ear, listening as D was getting her off and then suddenly he (MDS) picked me up and threw me down on the bed, stripped off my pants (no panties) and fucked me.  So as they were fucking, so were we.

I came not once, not twice, but thrice.  (Inside joke for MDS)  I came once just being fucked and twice with his tongue, all while listening to D and Thursday doing the same on the other end.

After Shiva knows how long, we said… pant, pant, pant… love you guys, talk to you later!

Hot, no?  YES!  We officially love Thursday and D, individually and as a couple.

[Cross-posted from MrandMrsKink.com]

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