Every Time We Fuck, You Kick My Ass

Dressed for the afternoon.  A turtleneck, black jeans, boots, and a little somethin’ – somethin’ underneath…just for my baby.  I don’t usually tell Hubby stories about where I’m going…especially, when it comes to Stephen.  But I did today. Why?  Not sure…but I did.  So I hid my lingerie under my street clothes.

Long, black, wool, winter coat  – it was chilly today – covering the clothes I was wearing.  Before I showed up at Stephen’s office, I went to a local grocery store and pulled my jeans and turtleneck off and left my nightie and underbritches on with my naughty boots…wrapped myself up in my coat and off I went.  I got out of the car (after waiting for my chronically, delightfully tardy lover) and walked into the office, dropped my things on the filing cabinet and propped my happy ass up on the desk, with legs crossed and coat still on. 

“Hello, baby,” he said as he kissed me sweetly.  I promptly unbuttoned my coat and slowly slipped it off and dropped it back on the desk.   “I have to get my camera and capture  you right there.”  I sat still and looked into the camera as if I was looking at him – wait…I was and was looking at him like I always do – with great affection.  He took lots of pictures of my tits, my back, my smile…and the two of us kissing.

We moved to the futon…and he made a video of us kissing and touching…”I think it’s important to take video of us kissing…it shows us how sexy it can be.”  I couldn’t agree more.  I loved watching us connecting.

I rolled over onto my tummy and he started at the top of my boots and licked to the back of my knees.  It is amazing how this man can find the one place, at any given moment, that can send me into a tailspin.  He, orally, made love to the backs of my knees.  I could hardly contain myself.  I had to look back to watch him doing it.  He caught my gaze and our eyes locked.  Connection, indeed.

This man, made sure that I knew that he is my boy…he licked and fucked me like a champ.  “You make me feel like no one else has…,” I said.  “I’m glad to hear that,” he said.    He slid my legs together, closely and slid his cock into me from behind…he held my hands and kissed me deeply.  (I secretly started to cry…I didn’t want him to see.) 

As he came, he gripped my shoulders hard and groaned as he blew deep inside of me.  I live for that shit.  I live for his shit.  I turned my head and realized that he saw my tears.  He wiped them away as I said, “I didn’t want you to see that.  It was just a rush of emotion.  I’m sorry.”  “Never worry about that, baby,” Stephen said. 

Dammit.  Every time we fuck, he kicks my ass.  I’m smitten.

That’s Right – I Fucked A Girl This Week

On Friday, I got together with Gina.  She’s so beautiful.  Light red hair.  Fair skinned.  Killer smile.  Yum. 

We  met at her house for “lunch.”  Sweet thing had sandwiches and mimosas made for us.  We were smooching over bites of  ham and turkey, then decided to take our champagne cocktails upstairs for playtime.  She dropped the beautiful robe, that she chose to wear for me, on the floor.  There was this beautiful woman standing in front of me.  Dang.  How did I get so lucky?

She swiftly undressed me and asked me to put my naughty boots back on – just for fun!  “I want to have you for dessert, baby,” she said, pushing me back on the bed.  Her soft lips began kissing the inside of my legs, just above the tops of my boots.  Each smooch went higher and higher and each one was slightly wetter than the one before it.  Her hands reached up to hold mine as she inched closer to my warm, waiting pussy.  Oh, that mouth.  She is new to the girl thing, but she has learned so much in such a short period of time.  She didn’t do the flicking of my clit – right out of  the gate (which I can’t stand).  She licked and ate my pussy like a piece of fruit, savoring every drop.  It was so sensuous.  Yum!

She reached over to the night stand and grabbed her Rabbit.  I have never used one of these, nor was I interested…it’s just too big and mechanical.  Gina assured me that she was an expert and that I would be pleased.  She slipped it in my dripping snatch and turned it on.  I don’t know what she did, but, by God, it rocked me HARD.  I swear that I leapt off of the bed. (I gotta get one of those things.)

I wanted to explore her body and taste every inch of her, but I was stopped. “YOU are the only thing on the menu, for lunch.”  Hooooweeee!  This woman shook me for two more hours.  I had to go pick up the kids from the bus stop with freshly fucked hair and no makeup – it was all over the sheets.

“Wow.  You look like you just came from the gym,” said “Uber Mommy.” 

“Yep.  Quite a work out!”

“I Don’t Want You Going Out And Picking Up Some Guy In A Bar While I’m Working. I’m Not That Guy From Ft. Lauderdale.”

Several months back, I had been dating this heavy-hitter who owns a bizzillion companies, acres and acres of land all over the country, a yacht in the Bahamas, houses all over the place and a private jet.  He invited me to fly down to Fort Lauderdale, with him for the day and overnight.  I could play on the beach or at the pool while he worked, during the day, and we would go have supper and go out to a club in the evening.  Great!  I’m in!

I pack my cutest bikini and dress like a rich girl and hop on the plane at our local muni airport.  We fly down to Ft. Lauderdale – we check in – he settles me in – he gives me a time and location to meet him for supper and off he goes to his meetings.  After hanging out at the spa all afternoon, I get ready for supper, wearing my cutest little short shorts and a low necked top.  I thought I looked pretty cute!  We hop a cab to a killer restaurant and he announces to me that he has a business partner meeting him for supper and I should eat at the bar and not let on that we know each other…his partner wouldn’t understand.  Ok.  I can do that.  I didn’t plan on eating alone, but ok. (Now I know how a “kept” woman feels.)

After having a couple of glasses of expensive wine and some light food at the bar, I finally settled into the fact that I was going to be alone all night.  This sucks.  Thank God there was a gorgeous man sitting next to me, who finally got the nerve to talk to me.  Long story short…we trade numbers and I explain that I am with my “friend” (who is ignoring me) and I need to be cool.  We agree to stay in touch and hug quickly before my friend comes to gather me up and drag me out to a club.

The night goes on…not exactly a stellar evening, but I got drunk…that was FOR SURE.  We go to sleep…blah, blah, blah.

He gets up in the morning, gets in the shower, kisses my forehead and bolts.  Asks me to contact the pilot and tell him to be at the airport, ready to go, at 3:00.  Ok.  Again.  I did what I was told…I was being “kept” at this point.  I didn’t like it, but I guess it is what these types of women do, huh?

I grew up in South Florida so I called my cousin (who is also my best friend) to see if she wanted to hang out at the pool with me for the day.  She had too much going on so I was on my own.  Wait.  No I’m not.  I have the cute-boy-from-the-bar’s phone number.  Hmmm….   I called him to see if he wanted to join me at the pool for awhile.  Yep.  He did and yep, he showed up.  A little chatting, a little flirting, a little lunch and up to the room.  Yes.  The room I had with the money-man….but hey, he was working and this guy was actually interested in what I had to say (and what I could do).  A nice little romp later….back on the plane and back to Atlanta.

I told Stephen about this story, when we first started seeing each other back in July.  He found it amusing that I found someone to occupy my time when money-man wasn’t giving a shit.

Fast forward to this week.  Stephen and I were talking about his business trip to Miami (coming up in February) and how he wanted me to join him down there.  I would love to!  We discussed a couple of little things about the trip then Stephen said, “I don’t want you picking up some guy in a bar while I’m working.  I’m not that guy from Ft. Lauderdale.”  I thought my smile was going to bust out of my face.  I was so excited that he didn’t want me to go out and pick up other guys.  I know that sounds stupid coming from Southern Vixen, but it’s true.  I hadn’t planned on it, anyway.  I’m in such a different place with Stephen.  I can’t wait to go down to Miami and spend some time with him…JUST him.  Even if I was approached by someone while I was out with my cousin or even on my own, I wouldn’t hesitate to tell them that I was with someone.  But I digress…

I said, “I wouldn’t do that.  I’m there with you – for you.  That is the whole point of the trip.  To be with you.”

“Good,” Stephen said…with a smile, in the cool, suscinct, sexy tone that he uses when he wants to let me know he likes what I have to say but doesn’t want to let loose exactly how pleased he is. 

I don’t see money-man anymore.  I guess I wasn’t enough fun for him.  Or compliant enough…and, no.  He never found out about the guy in the room.  He’s the kind of guy that would have confronted me about it, immediately.  We talked for a few months afterwards and saw each other once, during that time.  But nothing since.  Some of my friends ask why I “let him go”.  Just because a man has money, doesn’t mean he is a good fit for you – sexually or otherwise.  Admittedly, I was, initally, intrigued by his wealth.  But there was no connection between us. 

If I’m going to spend time with someone, I need to have a connection.  I can’t manufacture a connection just because he might have some cash in his pocket. 

I want a little more.

HNT – Gettin’ Back In Fucking Shape (and a bonus boob)

Working hard on getting back into fighting or fucking shape.  Watching what I eat (who I eat  , how much I eat, how much I drink, how much I exercise.  I’ve been doing so much more cardio…and I HATE cardio.  But I know it’s the only thing that I wasn’t doing at the gym, before.  Hopefully, it will make a difference…I think it already has…but there is a bonus boob, below, just for fun!

Damn, It Was A Dream

Hubby was telling me about something that happened to him when he got into bed last night.  He said that I immediately cuddled up on him and started rubbing his head, his back, his arms…snuggled up against him, wrapped my arms around him, then abruptly woke up a little surprised to find him there.

Have you ever remembered a dream – a day or so later – that you really couldn’t put your finger on, at the time, but it made complete sense, once someone brought it to your attention?  That’s what happened to me.

Last night, I had a dream that I was in bed and Stephen got in with me and I was rubbing on his head and his body.  I remembered how wonderful I felt having him next to me and how excited I was to have him in my bed.  I remembered wrapping my arm around his belly and loving on him – feeling so warm and wonderful…pulling myself closer to him, melting into his body and how I wanted this to be the way it felt every night.

Then I woke up.

Damn. It was just a dream.

I Think He Likes Me

He’s not that open with exactly how he feels about me (what man is, right?) but it’s the subtle little things that he says that reassures me that he cares.

“We have a good thing here and I don’t want to screw it up.” – said at dinner after shopping for camping stuff.

“Don’t worry baby.  We’re going to have fun for a loooong time.” – said on the phone when I had expressed my concern about him taking off on me, now that I really had started to enjoy his company.

“You know what I like about you?  You get me.” – said many times.

“I don’t want you to go away.” – said when I suggested that I step out of the way so he could focus on work and family.

“We are still going to Miami in February, right?” – said after I mentioned that I needed to trim down before I go down to see my cousin and put on a bikini, this Spring.  I didn’t want to assume that I was still invited – looking 3 1/2 months out.  But I am!

If You Don’t Fuck Me Today, I Will Never Speak To You Again

“If you don’t fuck me today, I will never speak to you again, ” I said with only a SMALL ring of truth.

“Meet me at my office.”

After quick bite of food, I cuddled up on the bean bag.  He climbed in with me and wrapped himself around me keeping me warm.  I turned my head to face him and he kissed me with the softest, sexiest kiss we had shared in a long time.  I kissed his face – his neck – his ears – listening to his breath in my ear.  His hands slip down between my legs, “you are so warm down here.”  See what he does to me?

He unzips my pants and slides his hand down inside my panties, reaching my warm, wet pussy.  He is staring me down while he plays with my pussy lips – gently flicking them between his fingers.  This shit is goooood.  He takes my pants off and immediately buries his gorgeous face in my crotch, kissing my thighs, licking my belly…working his way to my already soaked pussy.  His mouth envelops my entire snatch.  The moistness of his mouth on the moistness of my pussy makes my head roll back and my hips to rise to meet his mouth.  “That’s my girl….”  I want his body on mine, NOW!

I unzip his pants and snap them down, underbritches and all…allowing his cock to spring free and greet me.  I open my mouth and take him in.  He holds my face, under my chin, while I look up at him. “I want to cum in your mouth, while you look up at me.”  I say nothing.  I continue to lick him while we stare at each other.  He prefers if I suck him slowly and deliberately instead of fast and furious, so I gulp down his beautiful cock and slide it back out slowly.  I look up at him and he has this look of delight on his face.  Damn this man turns me on.

The rest of our clothes, magically, fly off and he is kneeling down in front of me ready for his cock to inspect the inside of my body.  He slides his beautiful cock into me, slowly at first, then firmly, causing me to let out a light yelp.  Damn, this feels good.  We both have a perfect view of how his cock is swallowed by my large pussy lips – in and out.  Yum. 

“I want to fuck your ass.”  (Some of you know that I’m not all that big on anal sex…it hasn’t been that pleasurable for me.  But he promised to be patient with me and not rush me along.) He had a cigar tube in his bag.  We decided to start with that while I got comfortable with the feeling.  I sit on the office chair with  my feet on his shoulders.  He licks my pussy with wild abandon, getting me relaxed and moist.  He slipped the tip of the cigar tube in my ass, very gently while he had two fingers in my cunt.  So far so good.  I was completely relaxed.  He gently slid the tube in and out while he licked my pussy.  I was very turned on, but I didn’t want to cum as so not to tense up my anal muscles.  “Baby, I don’t want to cum…”  “Too bad,” he said as he is slurping away at my snatch.  “I’m taking it!”  Wave after wave of orgasm rolled over my body, my feet digging into his shoulders as I lurched up.  Fuck.  I didn’t want to cum.  But I did and did and did.

What an amazing sensation!  Here’s to more investigation “back there”!

HNT – Comfort Catching Up

Due to my feeding frenzy and comfortable nature, I have gained some weight.  I’m not happy about it and am VERY self conscious about it.  So I decided to get back into my old routine of going to the gym at least 4 days a week, cutting out the crap and reducing the adult beverages a bit.

To motivate me, I have decided to show you all just how gross my bod is right now.  I have measured my waist (which was never very small) and documented it below.  This way, I have no excuses…my belly is out there and I have to get back into shape. 

So Happy HNT and here’s to dropping some poundage!

Seeing An Old Friend

On Friday, I met an old friend, whom I had recently caught up with on Facebook, for lunch on his way out of Atlanta back to Charlotte.  He was the first guy I dated when I moved to Atlanta from South Florida.  My friend, Carolyn, and I had gone out to a club to dance, in Charlotte.  We were dancing on a very crowded stage, when this GORGEOUS man stood right in front of me and stared at me.  I kept dancing.  He smiled at me.  I kept dancing.  He held his hand up to me, to help me down off of the stage.  I kept dancing.  I turned my back to him and would look back occasionally to see him still standing there smiling at me.  I gave in.  I let him help me down from the stage.  We introduced ourselves, over the loud music and decided to go sit outside and talk.  His name is Keith.  He is tall, smart, sexy and just a few years older than me (I was 21 at the time).  We chatted for a bit when he asked me to dance.  When most guys ask you to dance, you always think, “he’s probably going to dance like shit - hey, but at least he’s hot.”  Wrong.  This man could DANCE.  So much so that we didn’t get off of the dance floor for over an hour.

Sweaty and tired, he offered to drive me back to my girlfriend’s house – hint, hint…meaning AFTER we went to his house.  I can promise you the man could fuck as well as he danced.  Good gracious! We had such a good time that we decided to see each other every day/night that I was up in Charlotte.  My girlfriend was pissed-off.  Oh, well.  Back then, boys came first.

We dated off and on for over 4 years.  I would drive up there – he would drive down here.  We always had fun.  One day after we had rockin’ phone sex, we decided that if we weren’t married or seriously involved with someone when he turned 30, we would get together and make babies.  We even signed a “contract.”  Weird, I know.  Needless to say, when he turned 30, I was living with Hubby…so the contract was null and void.  We didn’t talk all that frequently after that, but when we did, it was like I had never left.  But then life went on…

Sitting at the bar, with my back to the door, I feel this hand slip around my waist.  I turned my head and there is this gorgeous man who I had remembered so fondly, except now he was totally gray.  It suits him well.  All the emotions and fun memories came flooding back.  “Remember the time we went to Fat Tuesday (a bar in Charlotte) and on the way home, you dared me to take off all of my clothes in the car and ride home naked?” 

“How could I forget!  You are the only girl who would ever do that with me.”  (Surprised?  I think not.)

“Remember the bachelor party that you came to Atlanta for – with 25 of your fraternity brothers?  Remember how you and I went back to the hotel and fucked like rabbits in the suite and didn’t even notice that the guys were on the balcony watching every move we made?”

“Only you, SoVix.  Only you!”

We finished our lunch and we walked out to the car.  I hugged him very tightly and is was reciprocated.  “I want to kiss you,” he said.  And I said, “Go for it!”  That kiss brought back so many wonderful memories of my good friend and all the silly things that went along with our friendship.  The lunch crowd on the patio of the restaurant started clapping when we were finished smooching.  That was perfect.

What I Can’t Wait To Do To You

When you get home from your trip, I want to…

Kiss your beautiful mouth and lick those amazing lips.  I want to reach up and touch your gorgeous smile.  Run my hands down your back and put my hands on your hips.  I want to kiss you softly, at first, then deeply, reminding you of how it feels to have me in front of you.  Lick your neck, your chest, your nipples.  Run my hands down your sexy chest, down to your belly.  I want to kiss every inch of you on the way down.  I want to run my flat, wet tongue inside the crook of your arm as if I were licking a pussy, enjoying the gentle gasps from your mouth.  I want to run my tongue along the top of your pants, teasing you, slightly.  Undo the button and the zipper with my mouth and slide your pants down your legs, pulling your sexy, dark-gray under-britches down with them.  Kissing your inner thigh, the back of your leg, licking behind your knee, using my entire mouth to show you how much I’ve missed your body.  I want to take your cock into my mouth and feel it grow to its full size in moments.  I want to take the entire thing into my mouth while looking up at your big blue eyes.  I want to sit you down, kiss the entire length of your legs and softly lick your toes.  Smooching each little inch of your beautiful body, I want to stand up in front of  you and have you remove my shirt and pants.    I want you to hold my face as you kiss me whispering that you love everything that I’m doing.  I want you to run your hands over my breasts and grasp one in each hand, placing my nipple in your mouth, licking it with a full, flat tongue, looking up at me, making sure  that I’m watching the amazing magic that you are making happen.  I want to gasp when you gaze at me…when you look deep into my soul.  I want to perch my pussy just above your steamy, hot cock, while you beg me to sit on you.  I want to make you wait…

…until I’m ready for you to fuck me.