TO CLEAN, OR NOT TO CLEAN (The Booty-Hole)

This is not a post on the cleanliness of my ass; I shower 2-3 times a day, so my ass is very-very clean. This is a post about going through an extra step to make sure my ass is exponentially spotless for whatever activities may lay ahead.  

A few weeks ago, I had a dick appointment with one of my partners. I was looking forward to having my pussy eaten and fucked in all my holes. But, as luck would have it, I was worried about my approaching period. It was slated to come that week, and although I knew he was ok with fucking me during my period, I didn’t want certain activities to be off-limits. When he had to push it a week back, I thought to myself, great. My period would arrive in a day or two and be gone, or in the very least, extremely light, by the time we planned to meet up.   

A week passed, and no period came. I was hoping it would be a scenario where my period would disappear for a month (or two or three), as it had in the past. But the day I was finally going to get some long-awaited dick, I used the bathroom before getting into the shower, and BOOM! There was my period. I was immediately annoyed. I messaged him to let him know that I just started my period, and to confirm if he still wanted me to come over; he didn’t respond.   

The day after he and I first had sex, when he stuck his tongue and thumb in my ass, I went to the Pleasure Chest, in Manhattan, and purchased an anal douche the following day. Sure, my booty was clean, but I know I wasn’t sticking my finger all the way up to make sure the canal was clear. The last thing I wanted to see was poop on the condom, or him to see poop on his finger. So, despite the fact he called my booty ‘spotless,’ I didn’t want to take any chances. 

If you’ve never used an anal douche, trust me when I say, it’s a fucking process. It’s also easiest to do in the shower. You fill up the bottle with room temperature water, guide the nozzle up you booty-hole, then squeeze the water into your ass. You then get out of the tub, walk to the toilet, and push out the water. You do this a few more times until all the water comes out clear, confirming that your ass and the tunnel are thoroughly clean. It’s a hassle, it’s sometimes uncomfortable, and it’s not a process you do if you don’t plan on anal-play.  

So, there I was about to shower, and there he was, not answering his text message. I had just gotten off the phone with him, and I needed an answer. I didn’t want to do the process for no reason, but I didn’t want to shower, get out, then have to go back into the shower, after the fact. So, I did something I usually never do; I called him. (LOL) He answered and said to still come over. So, I showered, cleaned my ass, put in a Softdisc™ then had him call my Uber.   

When I got to his apartment, he gave me a glass of wine, he had a few beers; then things got started. We started kissing then I removed his pants to suck his dick. As things heated up, we took it all to the bedroom. He removed my clothes, and I continued sucking. He changed positions and laid me on my back and slipped a butt-plug into my ass. He licked at my neck, sucked my breast, kissed down my navel, then began to lick my clit. I rubbed his head as he found his rhythm. He swirled his tongue in delicate tornadoes around my clit and savored my juices that his tongue produced. He brought me to a screaming orgasm, and my thighs gripped his head in response. When he kissed me, I could taste my sweetness on his lips.   

He got a condom, spread my legs, and slowly entered me. He felt great, but when he pulled my legs apart and rammed into me, I began to lose my mind. He flipped me over and fucked me doggy-style. With my decorated ass in the air, he hammered into my pussy, and I cried out with every thrust. When he began to slow down, he started pulling out and reinserting the butt-plug; with each motion, the sensation increased. When he pulled it all the way out and placed it on the bed, I knew exactly what he was about to do. He licked and poked his tongue into my, now opened, booty-hole. As he grabbed the lube, I grabbed my Liberty Womanizer®.   

He slid his dick into my ass as the sensations from the womanizer teased my clit. Once my ass was ready, I gave him the green light to fuck my ass as hard as he wished. The combined sensation drove me up the walls as I screamed in pleasure. I told him how good his dick felt in my ass, and how I wanted him to fuck me harder, and after a while, he came. I still had the Womanizer on my clit, and I told him to stay in my ass because he felt so good. Then, with a few thrusts from him, I came hard.   

We passed out on the bed for about an hour. When we woke up, I cleaned up, got dressed, and he called my Uber back home. When I got home, I removed my disc in the shower and swapped it with my Diva Cup® and went about the rest of my day.   

Over the year, it has become a routine of mine that, when I know I’m going to have sex, I always go the extra mile to clean my ass. Although it can be an annoying hassle, I wouldn’t have it any other way. 

CAN’T CLOSE THE FLOOD GATES

I don’t recall when I saw the first women squirt. But it seemed like overnight, the world was suddenly obsessed. Every time I searched for porn, my feed was bombarded with women gushing all over the screen. As squirting gained popularity, it became every man’s mission to make me squirt. From dating apps far and wide, once the topic changed to sex, every man would gloat about how he made this girl and that girl squirt. They all proclaimed to have the magic touch; however, when it came to me, they were never successful.  

The first time I squirted was after seven hours of masturbating, and several clitoral orgasms. I felt my body quiver, and then I released a steady stream of fluid. The release happened a few more times when I was having sex, but the amount never matched what I saw in porn. At the beginning of my sexual revolution, it caused me to question my abilities. But, as years passed, I learned that some women didn’t squirt; and I was ok being one of them. That all changed when I purchased my Liberty Womanizer.   

It’s true what they say; once you open the flood gates, they can never be closed again. Night after night, I would pleasure myself and, every time my sheets would end up soaked. I squirted at a sex party while sucking my man’s dick. I even squirted with another partner as we masturbated side by side. My Womanizer never failed me. And, when I started using my Womanizer during anal, it was no different. While my ass was being impaled, and my Womanizer sucked my clit, every orgasm was multiplied and liquified, at the same time.   

During my duo-partner threesome, I used my Womanizer; and like clockwork, I released a gush of fluid all over his bed when I reached my orgasm. My primary and I were used to it, but I could tell that he was a bit shocked (to say the least). It wasn’t the first time I used my Womanizer with him, but it was the first time I squirted with him. The surprise and excitement of it all must’ve been too much for him because he never finished. However, the next time we met he knew exactly what he wanted.  

I arrived at his apartment and immediately got comfortable. He poured me a glass of wine, and we sat down on the couch. We talked a little bit; then he put my glass down. He stood in front of me and pulled out his dick. I had told him over the phone that I was itching to suck his dick, so he wasted no time. As I sucked his dick, he massaged my breasts, and my pussy got soaking wet. I sucked, gagged, and slurped until he exploded in my mouth, but I didn’t stop there. I continued to play with his cum, and as it mixed with my saliva, I let it drip onto my breasts and the floor. When he couldn’t take anymore, he pushed me away, and I giggled as I fell back against the couch. He went to the bathroom, and when he returned, we went into the bedroom.   

He undressed me while delivering me passionate kisses, and once I was naked, he went down to devour my pussy. It was messy and intentional, and with his finger pleasing my ass, he brought me to a phenomenal orgasm. I was ready for him to fuck me, but he wanted to explore my pussy a bit more. He licked his left fingers and slowly inserted his middle, followed by his index finger into my pussy. As I responded to his fingers, he slipped his right index finger into my ass and finger-fucked me into submission. When he was satisfied, he turned me onto my side and ran his fingers up and down my moist openings. My pussy yearned for his dick, and I was eager to be fucked, but he was in bliss, teasing me. I started to grow sexually frustrated, then he whispered in my ear, “I want to fuck your ass.” — Say Less!  

He slid the condom onto his dick as I grabbed my Womanizer. I bent over on all fours and lifted my ass in the air. He delivered a few licks to my booty-hole, and when I placed my Womanizer on my clit, he slid right in. As he pushed passed the tightness of my opening, I bit my lip in response. He gripped my waist tighter and began to pick up his pace. Each thrust, combined with the stimulation on my clit, brought me closer and closer to orgasm. When I felt myself reaching the peak, I screamed at him, “Fuck my ass!” and he pounded into me repeatedly. I felt my ass clench around his dick, and with an exhale, my pussy exploded. He continued to fuck my ass as I continued to shower him with my juices. A mixture of screams and obscenities filled the room, then he delivered his final thrust and moaned, “Fuck!” When he was done, with my face still buried in the mattress and my gaping ass in the air, I turned to him and said, “That’s what you wanted all along, didn’t you?” He simply answered, “Yes.” I passed out onto the bed, and after he tossed the condom, he joined me. When we both woke up, about an hour later, I took a quick shower and headed home.   

During the Uber ride home, I thought to myself how surprised he was when I squirted on him during the threesome. But, the second time around, he pressed all the right buttons to make my body do precisely what he wanted. The first time, I apologized; but this time, it was all induced. So, when I got dressed and saw that his sheets were still wet, I knew that his mission was accomplished.   

CORSET. COLLAR. LINGERIE (Part 2)

I’ve always loved chokers. When they were a thing in the 90s I thought they were quite sexy. They had a resurgence a few years ago; but I decided to upgrade to a Collar.

COLLAR 

Last year when I decided to be more adventurous, I had joined a group on meetup. I was over meeting vanilla men on regular dating apps so I figured the men on an app for Swingers & Erotic Events, would be more up my alley. However, once I joined; the men that reached out to me dried up my juices quicker than the desert sun. Between the cornballs that were broke and just wanted to fuck and the grandpas looking for “a sweet young thang like me” YUCK! I removed myself from the group, with the quickness.  

A year later, riding the wave of my first successful sex party, I decided to rejoin the group and see what they had to offer. Through the app, I ended up speaking to a guy we’ll call “J”, and we agreed to meet up at the party. The event was promoted as BDSM, fetish, and kink. So, when I RSVPd, I expected a night of whips and chains, hot wax and bondage. I even went to Pleasure Chest and got a leather spiked collar for the occasion. The dress I made was similar to the first, but longer and the zipper was in the back. I learned my lesson from the first party to not wear full tights. So, over my lime green thong I donned garter style thigh-high fishnets, for easier access. 

I took an uber to the venue and I arrived a little after 9pm. I ascended the stairs and luckily for females, the price, when I arrived was free… ALL HAIL THE PUSSY! I checked my coat and went up the next flight of stairs to the main level. My dress was already a hit with the bouncers, as they told asked me to “walk slowly” up the stairs, which I happily and enticingly did. Entering the room, I immediately saw the NO CELL PHONES signs posted everywhere. I chatted it up with the bartender for a bit, as it was still quit early and only a handful of people were present. I stepped into the bathroom to snap a picture of my outfit where green lighting did wonders. The combination of my cleavage and collar looked fabulous. I returned to the main room; there was a random arrangement of couches, love-seats, and on the wall was outdated porn. Seeing to action going on, I sat on the sofa and watched the porn.  

I started a conversation with a female next to me on the sofa. She worked in hospitality, traveled often, and attended parties to be a voyeur. She had relationships with a DOM and was a SUB; and with certain men she would be DOM. A little into our conversation, a guy came and sat in between us. We later learned that he was from Italy, and he had attended other sex clubs in the city. So, I asked him how he ended up here and his response was, he was out and was bored- Ok, I guess? I picked his brain as to why on a Saturday night, he would choose to spend $140 to attend a sex club; especially since this one was looking to be a less than eventful; to which he really had no answer. We continued talking and watched the outdated porn. When the BDSM exhibition opened at 11:30pm, he went upstairs and the girl and I continued to talk. We talked a little more then, we decided to go upstairs and check out the show as well.  

Once upstairs we walked into the room where a man was getting whipped on an X-board and a female “DOM” was giving massage orders to her male subjects to rub her feet, and such. We watched the scene for a while then grew disinterested. We started conversations with male partygoers and when I lost interest, I went back downstairs. I had to remove my shoes to go down the stairs because they were, once again, narrow deathtraps. What was it with sex clubs and death-defying staircases? Once I got back to the main level I sat back down and watched some more porn. It was around 1pm when I called it quits. I went to the bathroom and saw that J had messaged me. I told him I was leaving and to meet me at Ampersand, because I was hungry. 

I retrieved my coat and walked outside; only to find it was raining. Ampersand was only a few blocks away but I was in 5” platform heels and the concept of walking in the rain was not a sexy scene, so I took an Uber 6 blocks. When I walked in a lady, who was beyond intoxicated, drowned me with compliments; and I happily accepted every last one of them. After the party being such a bore, I needed something, anything to pick me up. From my hair, to my glasses, my coat, and down to my shoes; she noticed and called out every detail of my ensemble. I sat down at the bar and took of my coat and I immediately felt like a high-priced escort. If a patron had approached me at the bar he might have went home with a sexy-chocolate surprise on his arm. I ordered a drink with the bartender while I waited for J to arrive.  

When J finally arrived, he looked nothing of what I expected; but he was still good looking. The conversation flowed like water on a river as we joked about the party. He had attended a few before in Connecticut and New Jersey; but this was his first in New York- huge let down! In conversation I disclosed to him that I had herpes and we talked about his sexual escapades over the years. By the time I was on by the third tequila cocktail on the list I was intoxicated and my hunger grew to starvation. We paid our respected bills, he walked me out, waited for my Uber to arrive, then kissed me on my cheek goodbye.  

I took an Uber to Cafeteria, because I knew they would be open and I was starved beyond logic; and I needed food in me with the quickness. But, of course, when I arrived at 3am, there was a line around the corner. Thank god for being a single female, I walked past the crowd, and was told I could sit at the bar; which is exactly what I did. I ordered my food, ate, and when I was finished, I took an Uber back home. I undressed, and passed out in bed. 

The next day J reached out to me and we talked some more. We exchanged Instagrams and we’ve been in contact since. He wants to “play” someday in the future and explore some things both he and I have been wanting to do sexually, and I’m totally looking forward to it. 

In the end, I guess the party wasn’t a total bust. I got a sexy collar for BDSM play, I have a new bar to add to my list, and I met a new potential partner. It was explained to me early on that, not every party was going to be a total sex scene, and I was ok with that.  

So, what! I didn’t get to explore that night; I had a date with BDE Sunday afternoon and I was certain he wouldn’t disappoint. 

PART 3 Lingerie (Next Week)