Friday, April 28, 2017

Girl smorgasbord

Since Elle and I transitioned from lovers to best friends a couple of years ago, I've been looking for a girlfriend. It's something I'll put sincere effort into sporadically, then I'll get frustrated and stop looking.

But I think perhaps I've found the solution to my girl woes.

Date guys who are swingers and let them find women for me.

"There's a girl from my past who may want to play," the new guy texted.

"With us or with you?" I asked.

"Us or just you," he responded and then sent a couple of sexy selfies from her.

She wouldn't be the first girl I've had thanks to the new guy. We recently went to a swingers club where I had an opportunity to play with multiple women.

"Did I play with three or four women tonight?" I asked as he drove me home at 2:30 AM after we shut the place down. The evening was a bit of a haze for me and I could remember three different girls whose pussy's I'd licked and figured there was one more I'd at least groped.

"I think it was four or five."

"Oh geeze, really?" I didn't know whether to feel proud or slutty. "The only guys I fucked were you and Frankie though, right?"


It was a valid question. For whatever reason, I seem to forget about cock when I have pussy in front of me. I'd tried to warn the Maestro about it before our first threesome. He'd even jokingly called himself "the sideshow."

And he really was. I was so focused on her that when he later recounted how he'd fucked me while I was going down on her, I honestly couldn't remember that at all.

During our second threesome, I did notice the Maestro fucking me while I went down on her. And I remember feeling almost annoyed that he was distracting me from the beautiful, yummy pussy in front of me.

The truth is, I actually prefer pussy to cock, even to cock as amazing as the Maestro's. I just do. I can't help it.

Luckily, I don't have to choose. And as long as the Maestro keeps bringing me girls as fun as the last one, a young, curvy, subby girl, I'm willing to let him try to distract me with his cock while I lick her.

And apparently I don't have to choose with the new guy either. He's also a voyeur and happy to watch me give and receive pleasure from other women. And men.

We'd spotted Frankie and Kelly as they walked into the swingers club. She was a delicious, tall, curvy blond and he was slim with wavy brown, medium length hair and looked European somehow. They were tourists from Phoenix, we found out as we cuddled as we took a break from playing. Although I knew we'd played with them longer than anyone else, I couldn't be sure how long we'd played. Time seemed to fly by that evening. We'd played for more than 2 hours straight, more than half of which was with Kelly and Frankie.

"You know we fucked the hottest couple there, right?"

"Yep," the new guy responded with a smirk. And then we fist bumped. In fact we'd ended up playing with a few of the hotter couples we'd spotted that night but Kelly and Frankie had been the hottest and the most fun. He had a thick cock that couldn't be classified as a sideshow, even to Kelly's sexiness, and was an amazing kisser. She was somehow both aggressive and submissive, pouncing on me, the first woman she'd ever been with, at one moment and melting as my hands wrapped around her throat the next.

That evening, my first visit to a swingers club, really had been a blur. As open minded and sexually adventurous as I am, I still surprised myself a little with how easily I jumped into play. I've never been one for public play in the kink scene and never really wanted to play with strangers. And yet I found myself smack dab in the middle of exactly that at the swingers club, enjoying myself immensely. Enjoying other women immensely.

"It was like a girl smorgasbord for you," the new guy said the next day.

Between the new guy and the Maestro, it's been quite the girl smorgasbord lately.

And they both seem to have plans to continue supplying me with girls.

I could get used to this.

Thursday, April 20, 2017

The most vanilla we've ever been

The Maestro had invited Hando to join him, two other women and me several weeks ago. Scheduling became complicated and like so many planned group sex events, life got in the way and it never happened.

Through some kind of cosmic miracle, the stars aligned and the Maestro, Hando and me happened to be available on the same night. The Maestro heated his magical hot tub and pool and Hando and I joined him.

Any kind of awkwardness that might have existed melted into a fun conversation where, among other things, the Maestro regaled Hando, at my request, with his recount of my interlude with the BBC and our three/foursome with the couple. And that melted into me sucking the Maestro's cock.

"Watching you suck cock might be my new favorite thing," declared Hando from his vantage point on the edge of the hot tub.

"It's hot, right?" the Maestro added. Even with my mouth full of his substantial cock, I smiled.

"Do you look that hot sucking MY cock? Now I want to watch that, you know, like I can see this now." I had to laugh a little at Hando's wonder. I also marveled at my own arousal over being watched.

Although the Maestro and I had engaged in group sex on multiple occasions during our short relationship, Hando and I had not had the opportunity. It wasn't that one or both of us weren't ready. We both love to share and are both practiced in it. We just hadn't made it happen.

Once the Maestro confirmed, I spent some time carefully considering the dilemma of Hando. Not that I for a moment doubted either of us could go through with a MMF without any jealousy or performance issues. I was worried about our default D/s setting being something that could be squelched enough to engage in group sex without triggering his subbiness.

Neither Hando nor I were comfortable with him being subby in front of the Maestro. Perhaps with someone else well versed in the lifestyle or as part of our own D/s scene where his submission was an integral part of it, but neither of us were comfortable with him being subby around another guy I'm dating.

I've used the term pseudo-vanilla to describe vanilla sex with a sub. I say pseudo-vanilla because once I know how to trigger someone's subbiness, my instinct is to do so in every sexual interaction. It's damn near impossible not to and it makes damn near all sex with a sub a little less than vanilla, even when I'm not intentionally domming someone.

You can take the girl out of the leather catsuit but you can't take the dominance out of the girl.

Not that I've ever worn a leather catsuit, but you get the point.

So my challenge in this MMF would be to somehow manage not to trigger Hando's subbiness in the middle of the MMF. To not let my Domme instinct engage.

"Can I fuck Hando without triggering his submissive side?" I texted my Domme friend.

She responded immediately with the kind of pep talk I'd only ask for or accept from her: "*my hands on your shoulders looking you in the eye* Of course you can! You are "the" Mistress Lilyana and you can order Hando not to sub out and the Maestro to DP you."

We moved the party from the hot tub to the Maestro's bed. There was a lot of cock sucking and some fucking. The positions changed but there seemed to be two cocks in me at all times.

My hands slid down Hando's shoulders but each time, I managed to catch myself before my fingertips found his nipples. It was easier than I thought to avoid touching Hando's neck - another trigger - and to curtail the dirty talk, probably because of the Maestro's energy in the mix.

Still, good boy that Hando is, he twice managed to find a Maestro-free moment to lean down and whisper in my ear.

"Mistress," he breathed. "I just want you to know that I'm still your good boy."

His admission made me smile.

As Hando and I discussed the MMF highlights the next day, Hando declared, "You know, I think that's the most vanilla we've ever been."

I had to laugh. It was true.

Tuesday, April 11, 2017

Anniversary trip of 129 orgasms

It had been a year since Hando's nearly vanilla self stumbled into my life and as I looked at him pressed against the wall, my rope secured around his wrists, wearing my collar and lacy crotchless panties, I marveled at how rapidly we'd progressed in a year.

After some debate about how we'd celebrate our anniversary, we'd gotten a little casita near a gorgeous national park off AirBnB for the occasion. We wanted to get away but we didn't want to go somewhere too touristy knowing that we really just wanted to hole up and fuck and play the whole weekend. And we wanted to choose something nearby because we knew better than to plan for extended periods of time where fucking is not an options. Long car trips were out. The casita was only a couple of hours away. Perfect.

We'd chosen this "casita" thinking it was detached from the home and feeling like privacy was important. I didn't want some innocent family to hear his screams and moans as I thrust my cock into him. So when we arrived, we were surprised to find it attached to the family home. And to find a framed picture of Jesus by the bed.

I'd brought my giant toy bag, of course, and I was ready to try new things.

So ready. I'd held back for a year with him and I needed to let loose. I needed to push him a bit.

"I'm not holding back anymore," I told him after I gifted him with his very own play collar. "This means you're ready."

There were many firsts that weekend - panties, rope around the neck, smothering, using my cock and ball leash and impact play. And some of my favorites with him occurred again, like him sleeping in my rope.

I'd brought the counter and we used it for every orgasm he gave me those two days in the casita. 129. Seriously. Yes, I'm that orgasmic and he's that good.

And I didn't count the orgasms he gave me in Vegas before we left or after we came back.

Believe it or not, we actually did leave the casita.

"You know I'm going to make you hike, right?"

"Yes, Ma'am," said Hando, not exactly an outdoorsy kind of guy but always my good boy and willing to do something that will put a smile on my face or an orgasm on my counter.

We also ventured out for food and fell a little bit in love with a little diner with handmade signs and gigantic muffins. I ordered for him for the first time as he sat next to me, the cock and ball leash peeking out of his waistband. I'd tug it periodically just to watch the expression on his face.

As it turns out, Jesus is a bit of a voyeur. We didn't put the framed picture of Jesus away but we did "decorate" the bedside table where he sat and watched.

"This place will not see this much sex for the next year," Hando commented as we packed. "Maybe 6 years," he added with a laugh.

And as I packed away the counter with 129 displayed in the window, I had to agree.

Wednesday, April 5, 2017

Christmas bondage

Hando was working abroad during Christmas. We managed to exchange Christmas gifts via FaceTime but it wasn't until recently that we were able to celebrate Christmas together properly.

I wanted to spend the day watching Christmas movies and listening to Christmas music. I'd left my Christmas decorations up for the occasion. I had planned to make him dinner, eat on the good china and drink from the good crystal. He called them my "adorable plans" and was such a good boy to indulge me.

The night before our Christmas, we'd had a lot of intense play that culminated in rope and strap-on play. I'd tied him in a chest harness so he'd have handles, just as I had before. And as we decompressed, I contemplated removing the rope and was a little sad about the idea.

"I wish I could sleep in your rope," Hando said, reading my mind. I couldn't help but moan at the idea.

I've always wanted to have a sub tied up while they slept but had never executed the idea primarily because I rather enjoy being spooned while I sleep. However, cuddling and sleeping with Hando usually means he's in my arms with his head on my chest - a position more conducive to bedtime bondage.

I tied cuffs on each wrist and joined them about 14" apart. I wanted him to be able to move just enough to be fairly comfortable but not so comfortable that he was able to forget he was in my rope. And I left him in the chest harness.

As soon as I had his wrists tied, he curled up into an adorable ball of hotness, I wrapped my arms around him and well fell asleep.

The next morning, he awoke with a sleepy smile looking hotter than ever still in my rope and still in sub space. I held him and gently squeezed the rope around his wrists thinking about the delicious ligature marks he'd have when I untied him.

I'm not sure at what point I decided not to untie him. We had no plans to leave the house, only to celebrate Christmas, so I kept him naked in nothing but my rope. All. Day. Long.

We played. We snuggled on the sofa and watched White Christmas. He knelt on a pillow on the kitchen floor while I cooked.  We ate a delicious dinner off my Waterford china and sipped a crisp Riesling from crystal goblets. And all of the while he was wrapped in my scarlet hemp rope, deep in sub space.

Watching a sub experience the high of sub space is so hot for me. I love how their faces relax. I love the blissful smile. I love the soft tone they use to speak to me. I love knowing I put them there.

Hando was in sub space for more than 24 hours and it was so fucking hot. He was deliciously deeper than he'd ever been before and certainly much longer. Of all of the D/s play I've experienced, it felt the most immersive, even to me.

But, alas, it came time to unwrap the gift that was Hando. And as I traced the marks my scarlet rope left on his skin with my tongue, I smiled. It was a Christmas I'll never forget.