When he comes home to me, I’m going to undo his pants, and rub some flavored lube up the shaft of his cock with my hands. Then I’m going to slowly and delicately lick every inch of his cock right before I get really into it and start sucking hard, very deep and very hard. I want him to hold my head while he fucks my mouth and I want him to moan, while telling me how much he’s enjoying it. When I start tasting his cum, I’ll slow down.

I’m wearing my dominatrix gear right now; a patent leather corset, thin leopard print g-string and lace thigh highs. I want my baby to spank me and bend me over, play with me and fuck me hard until he cums deep inside my wet, warm pussy.

A hard days work should always end with a night of hard-core fucking. I’m waiting for you baby. Wet and horny.

I haven’t had much time to write lately, but now I am wound up and want to take it out by writing some erotica. It’s time to put in another Vegas tale where I was, as today, aroused in public.

A month ago we were in Vegas on our sex themed trip. My lover has arranged for a limo to come pick us up at the hotel and deliver us to a very large strip club. Now I have never had a girlfriend do something like this for me before, or even just go with me to strip club, so I am both excited and nervous. Will she freak out when she gets there, or will it fulfill every titty bar/lap dance fantasy I have ever had?

The girlfriend is nervous and knows it, so she says we have to go to the casino bar to get drinks to build up her courage. I happily oblige. The bars in Vegas are now pretty swank so when you actually pay for a drink they tend to be excellent. We get two superior vodka martini’s and pretty soon she is tipsy. Our hands on our each other’s legs as we chit-chat. I get a second drink which she sips off us to make sure her she gets her emboldened disposition.

The limo is arriving and it’s great! It’s a swanked out stretch limo with disco lighting on the inside  It swiftly delivers us to the club off strip. We are let out in the back as if we are VIP’s…no front door lines or cover charges for us. Inside it is a bit darker than I imagined. There are plenty of tables and we take one with a good view of the main stage and the two mini stages where topless women act more as go-go dancers. We order drinks and I am still a little nervous, wondering if she’ll find this strip club classy enough, or if a jealously streak will erupt. No such thing seems to happen. I relax a little and we start to watch the dances on stage remove their tops. They are beautiful, but with that artificial stripper look. My girlfriend asks about the men sitting at the stage, the etiquette of tipping the dancers, and the process of getting a lap dance. She watches a few guys getting them. She asks me which dancers I find hot.

I begin to suspect that I am going to get a lap dance, but we are a but far from the action and I think the strippers think it too bold of themselves to approach us. A very slender blond comes up to us and asks if one of us would like a dance. My girlfriend makes the decision for me and says, that I’ll be getting one. The blond is in a tiny bikini which my lover knows that I have a fetish for.

The blond begins her dance and I am a little stunned at this point, forgetting that I should open my stance so she can get to my lap. She bends over forward, puts one hand on each knew, and gently spreads my legs apart. I am instantly hard. It’s one thing to watch strippers drunk with your girlfriend while you cat, but it’s quite another when your girlfriend pays a woman to touch you.

My rod is bulging in my pants. Her skin is very soft…I can tell even through my expensive denim jeans. She leans for over and asks if I am shy because I am leaning way back in my chair. Actually I am in my way relaxed pose. Now I smell the baby oil, look at her tiny bikini top, and glance over to my girlfriend. I am still apprehensive that she will freak out with this much contact from another woman, but she is relaxed with her drink. I smile sheepishly at her.

I want my girlfriend to look at me. In my fantasy I want to be eroticized by another woman while she watches as if I am performing for her. I want my girlfriend’s eyes to consume me and my state of arousal. She seems to cool with the current situation so I try to slip into my fantasy.

The stripper takes of her top and I stare at her small, pert tits, my erection straining as she brings her erect nipples closer to me. I glance again at my girlfriend…am I checking with her, or am I trying to observer if she is sexually observing me?

The stripper turns around and grinds her mostly uncovered ass into my crotch…I love the feeling…I try to let my mind slip into the erotic performance, but it is hard to not second guess myself and steer my feelings towards wanting my girlfriend’s approval.

Now the stripper brings hips towards me, slides her fingers to her bikini bottom, under the small cloth triangle, and flicks it up for a tease. I fixate on her crotch and fantasize about removing her bottom and grabbing my girlfriend into a threeway.

The lapdance continues for another minute or so, and I continue my own mental dance of slipping between looking for assurance from my girlfriend, and looking to be sexually observed and consumed by her, to let myself completely fall into this performance.

We’re at the club for a while longer…get a few more drinks, and my girlfriend has me go to the stage to tip the dancers because she is too shy to do it herself. After a while, it’s sensory overload and we catch a cab back to our hotel where we engage in some inspired lovemaking.

I decide my girlfriend is trying to cement her status as best girlfriend ever….funny she keeps doing that.

Post Script: When I got home I found my baby reading the blog, getting herself hot, and in some really slutty lingerie, which kicked off a candle lit session of 69′ing.

The first day in Vegas was great. Our flight arrived on time, and the hotel let us check into our room early. We decided on a quick trip to the pool to check it out, and I have a fetish for bikinis so that would set the stage for later on. It was blistering hot, and since it was the Fourth of July, it was packed at the pool. Less than an hour later, we decided it was time to go back up to the room.

She pulled me on top of the bed and started to kiss me hard. My mouth glided over her soft, full lips, gently tugging on them at the end of each kiss. I felt the warmth of her body through the light fabric of her summer dress.

Creeping up her leg under her dress I caressed her bare thigh, exploring around to the curve of her ass. I could feel the roundness under her panties. Suddenly inspired I tugged them down and pushed her onto her back on the bed. Getting her panties off around her ankles I dove at her pussy with my mouth.

Now I know that sounds clichéd, but I really dove straight between her legs and started to lick her sex. Her lips were warm and getting most, her wispy pubic hair tickling my nose.  In my tongue went, parting her lips, sliding over her clit, exploring and pleasuring her. I took out the camera to take some shots. I could tell she got aroused at this, wanting me to document our sex, exposing and showing ourselves off. She wants you, the reader, to see her pussy get licked by me, hoping that it arouses you…that we may contribute to eroticizing you. Take a look.

She began to pull of my shorts and grasped at my erection trapped in my underwear. I could feel her hand brushing against my cock, making it prickle with arousal, and heightening its sense of touch. My cock sprung out of my underwear, and she wrapped her wet mouth around it.

She loves to masturbate while sucking me off. For me it is some sort of guy fantasy come true. A favorite way for her to get off is to suck my cock while playing with herself, usually with one of her vibrators. I get the greatest show while getting blown. I love to watch her fuck herself with her pink rabbit, gyrating her hips as she grinds her pussy onto the circulating cock while the vibrating ears tickle her clit.

She starts moaning…more like a muffled crying out because of my pulsating member filling her mount…her breathing quickens…the cries louder… and then she comes.

Sometimes I wonder if my sexual appetite is abnormal. Now, mind you, I am no sex addict but I am addicted to the idea of sex with my man. You would think that after a year and half, I would be over it, but I’m not. It just keeps getting better.

Being with my boyfriend is liberating. I can tell him exactly what I want and how I want it from him. My idea of the perfect night (or day) entails my seducing him with slutty clothes, a great blow job and some hard core thrusting. My absolute favorite is when we talk dirty to each other when he’s inside me…playing out our fantasies in explicit detail.

My favorite fantasy is one that has recently sprung up on me, probably over the last 6 months or so. Here it is: she (some anonymous hot suicide girl with tattoos and such) and I are lying on a bed, kissing and fondling each other. Our large, hard naked breasts are touching. She has her hands in my wet pussy, I have my hands caressing her bare, silky upper thigh. My boyfriend is standing at the edge of the bed, watching us, naked and stroking his cock. He is incredibly aroused. She starts slowly kissing her way down in between my thighs and I signal for my man to come over. I suck him off as she licks my wet pussy.

The part of the fantasy that strikes me as most erotic is my man’s reaction and the intense pleasure he receives from watching and then partaking in this, oh-so-indulgent scenario. It all comes down to pleasing my man…

My lady is quite indulgent of my sex fantasies and fetishes. I love that we can so comfortable in talking about anything with each other. I don’t remember, but we either started off with photos and lingerie, or revealing white t-shirts. In any case I got one session with a taste of both when she let me photograph her with this a-neck shirt on. Once when she was giving me a bath she wore this shirt. She got soaking wet, the shirt becoming transparent and wetly outlining her breasts, her nipples erect and straining against the fabric…I loved gently running my hands over them, feeling the wet cotton ridges, warm breast underneath, then stiff nipple…her hands ran under the water and between my legs, gently stroking my cock while we exchange soft kisses…..

Cotton drapping her curves...

I am off to go look for a slutty corset to find for our Vegas adventure. I think I am going to go fish for some terribly trashy dresses to wear for our club nights. I’m opting out of panties for hopes of a quicky in the nightclub. I can’t wait.

Now she already has a pretty decent array of the unmentionables, in quite a few styles: thigh high stockings, garters, g-strings, some sort of play suit that I can only describe as panties connected to a top by a band of fabric, teddies, boy shorts, crotch less panties, etc.. She has noted that my personal tastes run to the trashy, and I agree with this assessment. I am not too big into classy negligees that run the length of the body. Being made out of silk and with no underwires might feel good to slide around on, but I think the same arousal can be achieved by sliding over each others oiled and massaged bodies, or just by good ‘ol friction during making out while fully clothed, grinding my bulge into her crotch right through our denim jeans.

For me the sense of touch is more important when you are naked and getting some skin on skin action, or when you are concentrating on stimulating each others erogenous zones, and that might include the fully clothed crotch grinding activity described above. Sexy underwear, for me, stimulates the visual senses, either aiding a fantasy, or kicking off some brain stem primal mating urges. This is the function that it should fulfill first.

Back to my assignment. I like looking at women in lingerie for masturbation material. Hiding just a little of the naughty bits with carefully placed pieces of fabric, introducing just a little element of tease, is quite arousing for me. So now the pleasurable assignment: find something trashy I would like to see her in. It should be accentuated with stockings, that won’t be a surprise for her, and a g-string would be nice. Garters are optional, but I do like the way they frame the pussy. But what about something different from what she already has?

I was think along the lines of a corset.  Like the way they accentuate hips and this gets back to the brain stem thing. There’s something primal about wanting to those hips. As a contrast, going up the corset appeals to the higher brain functions. A corset signals a Victorian proper naughtiness and authority that is waiting to be subverted. Add a choker, and now the corset signals submissive constraint that is waiting to be controlled.  Here are a few of my suggestions for her…

Yummy hips

Naughty hiney

A lot of ink in this entry has been given to what I would like to see her in, but what about her? You’d never guess her fetish. A banana hammock? Speedos? Tighty whities? Try a professor’s sport coat with patches. I have to get one considering how many times she has brought this subject. The way she talks about it, grinning and closing her eyes daydreaming about it, you can tell she is getting wet right at that moment. I wonder if she wants me to wear it to a night club in Vegas?

This is supposed to be hot

]]> http://howyousaysexytime.wordpress.com/2009/06/26/homework-i-wish-i-had-in-high-school/feed/ 0 cnme Corset Suggestion #1 Corset Suggestion 2 SportsCoat http://howyousaysexytime.wordpress.com/2009/06/24/hello-world/ http://howyousaysexytime.wordpress.com/2009/06/24/hello-world/#comments Wed, 24 Jun 2009 05:27:46 +0000 cnme ]]> My girlfriend and I have been talking about doing a sex blog for several months and now with our upcoming Fourth of July trip to Las Vegas, which we have decided will have a sex theme, it seems like a good time to start one to record our journey. Originally the idea behind the blog was to use it as an anonymous location for us to be exhibitionists by describing our sexual experiences, talking about fantasies, and posting explicit photos. One of our many fantasies is to engage in some exhibitionism, and this seems like an excellent forum for it. We like the idea of showing ourselves off and hopefully arousing the reader. For now I thought I’d make a blog of our trip.

What exactly is a sex-themed trip to Las Vegas? It’s almost certainly different for different people. As a baseline, we are going to bone a lot. One impediment to the amount of sex we have is the constraints placed upon us by work and social engagements. Yes we have plenty of good sex, but we really want to indulge in it, and the time we have on vacation is a real enabler here. Certainly during our sessions we’ll dress up, play out fantasies, positions, and whatever else comes along with raunchy hotel sex. But what about beyond that?  Should we focus on edge play in the room, or taking advantage of the Vegas environment for things like night clubs and erotic revues?

For example we plan to go see the Zumanity show, which is Cirque du Solie’s R-rated sensual adult show. There are also a lot of other erotic offerings to see. My girlfriend has expressed interest in a wide range of activities in this space. We can easily span the classy to raunchy. I myself would like to follow an arc, if you will, from classy to smutty. Besides Zumanity, she has talked going to burlesque shows, classy topless shows like Crazy Horse, and strip clubs. As the amount of nudity goes up, her suggestiveness goes up.

At a show like Crazy horse, she’d like me to get aroused, give me a quick squeeze in public, and then go back to the hotel room in sensual frenzy. Her fantasies about being at a strip club involve getting lap dances, going to a private room and blowing me in front of a stripper. At the extreme end she’s talked about paying the stripper to help her.

My girlfriend is not shy about talking about these kinds of scenarios. But which will we have the guts to engage in, and which will we pass? Certainly sex workers are available in Vegas…my girlfriend has talked about going to the Bunny Ranch (Cat House is a favorite show of hers)…but will we be so indulgent to go to this end? I think your average couple wouldn’t go this far…but then again your average person wouldn’t post nude photos of himself or herself on the internet. I’ve got the OK, so here’s a little taste of our sexy time…

A lazy afternoon of sexy time...