Yes, blogging so wasted..I even went back to read it because I didn't even remember writing it! I had the most amazing time with my girlfriend. As you know, I don't party like that but three nights of going out to 5AM has now paid its toll. I am beyond exhausted but wow, what a weekend.
Hard problems getting in last night so I am heading to sleep right now. I think I still have the alcohol floating around my body. All I can say is I am amazed that people live like that on a day to day basis. I mean I met men that had houses all over the world and all they did was hang out in these houses. A crazy concept. They basically don't work..insane!
Okay, fun weekend, great stories to tell you! Will be back..

Beware the Ides of March, you might get fucked, literally. Today is the 30th anniversary of TW first riding the baloney pony. Okay, she didn’t do all that much riding, it was almost exclusively Missionary that first time out. I was gentle and caring and made damn sure she was ready. We’d already been dating almost a year and had been working our way up to it for a while. It was smooth, it was erotic and it was hot as hell. There’s nothing like that first, official fuck. TW was so hot and wet I had to be very careful not to cum too soon. Hell, I almost came right away anyway, she was so hot and slippery. It was a great start to a lifetime of fucking and sucking and coming. We kind of celebrated yesterday. I had a server crash on ...

After the light-hearted silliness of last week, I thought it was time for something a bit darker. Your challenge for this Friday, 3-19-10, is to use the photo above to write a flash fiction of no less than 100 and no more than 300 words. As usual, nobody's checking word counts, but you only cheat yourself if you break the rules. Unless you're breaking them to earn a spanking....in which case, see me after class.
As always, if you're planning on joining in the fun, please email me (insatiabear (AT) gmail [DOT] com) or leave a comment here. I am out of town this week and will not be around to collect the participant list until after the 19th, but on Monday the 22nd when I post next week's challenge, I'll be providing a list of the participants ...

Emma read yesterday’s post, in which I very briefly mentioned my reluctance to taste her breast-milk when she was feeding daughter Eva. “Like father, like son,” she said. Seeing the horrified expression on my face, she quickly reminded me of a story my father used to tell. As a nipper of six or seven, he was travelling on a tramcar, and was fascinated by a woman breastfeeding her baby - not an uncommon sight in those far-off days. “Would you like a drink?” the woman asked, with a mischievous smile. “Only if you put it in a cup,” he replied in disgust. Whatever it was in my case, I said, it certainly wasn’t disgust. Last night, with little else on television, we watched a repeat of Little Britain, which included a sketch in which a ...

I like the idea of sex as service. The problem with the reality, however, is that I almost never don’t want to have sex with my MDP. If I’m feeling hale, in body even if not in mind, and he’s around, I pretty much want his hands on me, his cock in me, and to give him anything his heart desires. Which is not, by any means, a complaint, but it’s hard to conceive of sex as service when you want it so very, very much. It’s easier to feel submissive when the choices are difficult. Choosing to take pain, even when I don’t like it. Choosing to debase myself in a way I wouldn’t choose for someone else. These are active choices. When what my MDP wants is exactly what I want to give him then it’s easy to wonder ...

This has been an incredible week so far and I've got some good posts written describing what we've been up to. We've got something else planned for tonight but it's quite a bit tamer than some of the things we've done over the past few days (but you won't get to read about it for well over a week given what I've already got written).Back to Wednesday morning though - when I was feeling rather fragile...---Jen didn’t feel too bad the following morning, but I was rather hung over didn’t feel too good all morning. Jen had gone off to a lecture at 10 so I had time to recover and once I had showered and eaten I felt much better. I considered preparing myself for Jen’s return by either getting dressed up in a nice outfit or arranging myself naked on ...

Just an average Thursday in my life -- nothing notable, nothing major. Just a day.
Then the text: "I want to bury my cock in your ass while I pinch your titties."
Well Now.
Nothing gets my attention faster than being direct. Not only was this direct, but it was just what I was needing.
Even better -- my calendar was free and he was headed here. We've not had sex in a couple years but his cock was memorable both for its length (9") and girth (ridiculous) -- not to mention his willingness to be my bitch in bed.
For such a tall, strong man, you'd never guess that I'm getting all mine before he even gets started. It is how he likes it -- and who am I to argue when he worships my pussy, ass, titties and body so ...

Nearly a month later I am brave enough to go onto the Agent Provocateur website to get the pictures of my present, and almost certainly find out how much my present cost.  It’s not like I want to know, but it’s a by-product of blogging about my pressie. This is what I was bought by my lovely man: with the matching briefs.  They are incredibly sumptuous, and lovely to wear as the silk feels so soft and, well, silky against the skin.  And they came perfectly gift-wrapped! I’ve just totted up the price in my head. *Dies* I know I shouldn’t have looked, but I wanted to share what fabulous lingerie I’d been bought!  I truly am lucky. And it just means I’ll make it up to him for peeking at the price tonight, most ...

1. I am a bisexual woman, although some days I feel more straight and some I feel completely like a lesbian.
2. I would like to be able to identify as pansexual, but while I am attracted to men, women, and anyone in between, I am attracted to them in different ways. My brain still acknowledges the gender difference, even if it likes both.
3. I am coming up on 20, and am still technically a virgin. I have given fellatio and received cunnilingus, but never given cunnilingus.
4. I want to give cunnilingus, but I have not yet had a relationship with a woman that has progressed that far.
5. I feel guilty about it, but the times I performed/received oral sex, we did not use a condom or a dental dam. I am ...

It wasn't so much of a blow job as me jacking off with my cock in her mouth. As this difficult pregnancy goes deeper, her desire dwindles. And who can blame her.
Anyway, after showing her my freshly shaved cock, she licked it a little bit. Then sucked it as it grew in her mouth. Pushed for time, I pulled it out and jacked it as she toyed the tip. Before long I was shooting into the wastebasket by the bed.

Lounging on the sofa, on a Sunday afternoon. It’s just a shame there was nobody with me to share a lazy couple of hours with wandering hands. Any volunteers?
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When I unwound the bondage tape from around her eyes, I thought for a second she might have been crying. The mascara had smudged under the improvised waterproof blindfold.
Jessica blinked until she could see properly, then looked down at her chest. The white cum dripping down her cleavage was going to leave a stain on her black corset.
She looked at my cock just in front of her face. I stroked myself for her.
"Damn. I was hoping you'd come in my pussy."
"Yeah," I said, still stroking. "That was pretty selfish of me."

As I crawled into bed, she was already there watching the news. I was ready for the quick kiss goodnight and surely just minutes away from falling asleep to the sound of a lame late night monologue. She casually mentioned that our friend had traded naughty text messages earlier in the afternoon.
At first, I smiled but pretended to show little interest. But she wouldn't give up. She provided more details of their exchange, saying he described it as a 2:30-dirty - I guess a break in the afternoon to think horny thoughts.
She described how his wife has health issues that doesn't allow him to do some of the freaky things he enjoys and that how he would love to visit - soon.
That was about all it took; my underwear were off and she ...

I am finding it hard to stay away from my blog these days.
I want to fill it up.
When I am feeling sexually inspired, I feel creatively inspired. At least lately. It wasn't always that way. When I first started getting laid on the regular, I sort of gave up writing altogether. And I lost a few pounds. Sex was sort of fulfilling both my desire to create and my desire to fill up my body.
(Cock is filling. It's like grape nuts. Or kale.)
Along with feeling creative, I am also feeling calmer. And all the things that were stressing me out before, while they still exist and many of them are still out of my control, well, they're not as unmanageable anymore. I know this has something to do with getting back ...

over at http://www.52-weeks-a-year.blogspot.com
Its the post I promised where Lili...aka Fierybitch...gets punished for missing her deadline.

Hey, long time no see ;)
I apologize that this post is all screwed up, but I wrote it on my Iphone and it looked okay there, but when I transfered it to Blogger and posted, I noticed that it looked craptacular. Apologies!!
So, there is no way that I could be expected to write when such fabulousness on the tv. I am not ashamed to say it. I was engulfed by the Olympics these last few weeks.   For 17 days, I was glued to the tv. It was awesome and now that it is all over, however, I am feeling some post Olympics depression. I call it POD, for short :P 
So, what is new in my life since I last wrote?

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Recently my slave received an email from a reader who inquired about me "B" and how the hell did I become such a bastard to dominate my slut......I must be getting carried away but I do apologize since its been two days since I last fucked her.
"Hi. I am a new reader to your blog and I wanted to tell you how much I appreciate your writings. i am in a very similar situation, to a point. I was married when I met the man I am involved with now. I have since moved out and filed for divorce.....he has not. I love to be dominated - i crave it, i need it, i love it. He has a dominant personality, but has never been in a Ds relationship so he is learning. I am so thankful that i found a man that will help me fulfill my desires. I am ...

They crawl wordlessly toward each other. The winter sun beams the late afternoon in through the blinds and they each seek the glow in the center of the bed.
As she slides in toward him, he turns and slips his arm around her thigh. Smiling, she mimics his movement and bends over, nuzzling his hard cock against her cheek.
It is the scent that drives them, claiming them to one another. She buries her nose against his lower belly and breathes deeply; the heady musk makes her involuntarily moan.
He lifts his mouth from her hip and gently rolls her onto her back, spreading her velvet thighs as he does.
"Good girl, baby..." he whispers to her and the words move electrically from her ears to her clit, where they pool and pulse.
He ...

Film was a lot more monetarily precious than a digital image is today so it was very important that my model was ready before I fired the first frame. Cheap red wine helped. A great deal. After she had a glass she reapplied her lipstick and we started making pictures.
For the first third or so Mona was in bra, panties, and boots-- all black. Through the next third she lost the bra and then the panties. Thinking that I might actually be able to use some of these shots for a future photography class I took about ten of her nude. They were sufficiently arty. And then I was out of black and white film. Which meant we were in an over-bright bedroom with me in my clothes and Mona naked-- there was only one thing to do.
I kept my clothes ...

Dear Isabella,
I have been with the same woman since high school and we are now in our early 30s. We stopped having sex a few years ago and I've been ok with it (well, as much as I can be; I love her and am willing to masturbate daily if need be) but last week she told me she's getting bored and wants an open marriage and wants to see other men and have sex with them. She says I can do the same and it would be ok. I don't really have time to go out looking for other women because I work for my family's business round the clock to pay for our rather expensive lifestyle, but she has so many hobbies and free time that she's already met men she wants to do this with. I've read about open marriages and some people really seem to like them. What is ...