Mmmm...

Last night we tried something we haven't tried in a while. We had sex infront of the mirror. Often, I'll shy away from it, I hate the sight of my huge naked ass pointing in the air as he does me from behind. He loves it, he can see my boobs bouncing or bobbing in the mirror, but I often feel uncomfortable and even turned off.

Last night, though... wow...

I must write more about how much I enjoy Sean go down on me, as yesterday's post earnt me more fun in that department. Oh how I love being dragged down the bed by my ankle, only to sucumb to his wonderful tongue! Pretty soon it was time to lay back and have him enter me. He angled the mirror just right so I could see us both from a slightly-behind-to-the-side profile. This ment I could see my lover's bum. His shoulders, back, the curve of his waist... I have a fluttery feeling right now just thinking about it. And there wasn't much of me in the mirror; just him and his lovely thrusting hips and strong arms holding himself up on the bed. Yum.

Role reversal #2

This post will surprise Sean. What I'm about to write I'm willing to bet that he'd dismissed once the real fun for him started. What I'm going to write about is the thrills that grip a women's body when a man goes down on her with out her asking, and then does a fantastic job.

The moment he slipped down my body last night, I knew what was in store for me. Within minutes I was gasping and thrashing my head about, all wanton like, and I was ready for the wonderful build up to orgasm. At this point, it must be said that the conventional position for giving a woman head looks uncomfortable. I've never been on the giving side of the act (unfortunately) so I wouldn't know for sure; but having your head bent that way with your jaw open can't be that comfortable. So kudos to Sean for seeing it through. Last night I became so excited by his tongue probing my clit (mmmm) that my hands left my nipples and tangled in his hair. He seemed encouraged and carried on with increased liveliness. I became tuned in to my body's wants and forgot all about my self-consciousness. I held his head in place, pressed against my wet pussy, while I thrust into his face again and again. His tongue pounded against my swollen clit and I was in heaven. I reached higher and higher levels of pleasure, without actually being thrown off of the top. It was the most wonderful and fun thing in the whole wide world. I had momentary thoughts along the lines of Now I'm the one thrusting into him. I'm the one in charge, I'm the one controlling things... I'm the one holding his head still and thrusting into him, not caring if he chokes...

Bliss.

After maybe 10 more minutes I came with hushed sighs and moans. Immediately I felt that I wanted to roll over, kiss my lover, and sleep. A part of me giggled - not only did I thrust like a man, I also wanted to sleep straight after the act like a man. (Sean will want you all to know that he doesn't do that - he stays awake with me after sex to whisper sweet nothings and giggle about silly jokes.) Sean was having none of it. Sean wanted a shag.

So I dutifully got into position (we've had a lot of missionary lately, maybe I'm subconsciously protecting my cervix?) and we had sex. Perhaps if my first orgasm wasn't so mind-blowing, my subsequent three or four (I don't keep count) would have felt better. Who knows? What I do know is that soon I had the urge to experience my lover climaxing, so I encouraged him. Once again, I was taking his role. I was the one telling him to come. Was I even topping from the bottom? Well, maybe I didn't go that far. But it would be good to swap roles again when I'm in the mood, even if its just in my head like last night.

Thanks to Sugasm...

This weekend saw a first for our blog - I submitted this blog to Sugasm and was successful. And it was through that issue that Tara found us. Thanks Tara for your lovely comments!

This weekend saw us move back to my family home once again for the holidays (we don't go back to Uni until 24th April!) and once again we are enjoying the comfort of a double bed. It's so much easier on Sean, now that he doesn't have to walk home after our fun. It also means I get more fun...

Our first night at my home is always passionate. Friday night was no exception. Then Saturday morning, Sean wanted to play again. I'm not sure exactly when I woke up that morning. The first thing I was fully aware of, though, was a slick finger passing between my legs and the words "get a condom then". How long I had been dozing in my lover's arms, enjoying his touch and kisses, I have no idea. Sean reckons it was around an hour and a half. All I know is that by the time I was fully awake I was wonderfully wet and ready for him. Magic.

Sugasm #27

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Women aren't the only complex creatures.

Last night me and Sean had an argument. It was nothing major, in the end, but it did show up my total inability to talk openly. That seems to be a skill I'm losing. Which is worrying. The problem revolved around the fact that we don't plan when we're going to do the deed and so we end up leaving it to the last moment when it's too late and too cold for Sean to walk home (we have to come to mine to do anything - long story)

It started when Sean asked if I wanted to watch another episode of Dark Angel or go to bed. When I asked for claification of "go to bed" he told me that he meant sleep, he didn't feel in the mood for anything else. I felt hurt, but I said we might as well watch more of the sexy girl on TV (left, from Celebs Heaven). Did I mention that I was trying, and failing, to hide my disappointment? It felt that recently any time I tried to show I had an interest in engaging in sexual activities I was knocked back. He was too tired. He had too much work to do. He was too stressed. Can't sex help cure two of those three? After our problems of not wanting / having sex often enough, finally realising the fact and then even setting up a blog to try to monitor how well we actually are doing, he just knocks me back everytime. And I thought it was my fault that all of these problems arose: two years ago-ish I started feeling bad. Infact, I've posted about it before. Along with alienating myself from my friends and watching over 6 hours of TV a night, I also let our sex life disappear. We still did it now and then. But Sean felt guilty for asking for more, so didn't... he pretended that he was okay with once a fortnight...

Anyway, most of that is solved now - for a start I got off of the hormones. So there I was, trying to tell him that I wanted to make love to him, and he said no. I know I'm meant to be the submissive one, that I see to his needs and when he says no he means no. I couldn't help but show my disappointment though.

He asks me what it is that I want to do. I don't want to answer, partly because of my difficulty of saying rude things out loud. I finally manage to string a sentence together, "I want to take advantage of the fact that I'm not on..." A lame answer, I know. But that was mostly what I felt like. He sighs, "Well, I guess that's the best I'm going to get out of you. Come on then."I look at him. What?

After some prompting, I'm suddenly getting my coat on and walking with him to mine. I'm confused. He doesn't want to: he's too tired... but now he does? Even though its close to midnight. I say as much. He gets angry, or at least frustrated, and wonders out loud if he's ever allowed to change his mind. I think I shed some tears, and more probably fell after he changed his mind as then I wasn't concentrating on holding them back any more. He's totally exasperated about the fact that I seem more upset now he's agreed. I just wish that I could be less of a sissy-cry-pants. Less of a brat that needs to get her own way, and will cry until she's manipulated whoever it is who's keeping her from getting what she wants. That brat needs a real hard spank.

So, yes, in the end I did get my way. And he was rough with me, because he was angry. Rough was just the way I wanted it, too.

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Lucky there's a family guy...

Today I offered Sean a blow job. I just let a little comment slip during an IM chat along the lines of "and then I can give you head?" and he all but turned me down. So when I went round his later I didn't mention it. After an hour or so of TV-watching and my hand resting innocently on his groin, and after my looking up at him with (possibly) greedy looking eyes, he told me "oh, go on then!"

I wasn't sure to proceed or not, he didn't seem enthsisatic and if he didn't want it then why should I insist on doing it? After a couple of encouraging comments from him and a few hand gestures, I went and did the deed anyway. I cannot tell you how hard it is to give a guy head when Family Guy is on in the background.

Especially when he's laughing.

Anyway, I rather enjoyed myself and in the end Sean enjoyed me too. It turns out he didn't want head because he felt he'd have to give something in return. I'm flattered (perhaps the wrong word) that he seems to be... um... so well trained, but I didn't suggest giving him pleasure so that he'd give me something in return. All I wanted to do was to please my man and have him come in my mouth. Which he did and then I was happy and content. And he called me his 'Good Girl'. What is more satisfying than that?

Oops! hehehe!

Last weekend we went to stay at Sean's family home. Things were going rather well Saturday night until we realised we had no condoms. Oops. I had been looking forward to sex followed by snuggles - rather than sex followed by goodbyes as we normally have. I couldn't help but feel disappointed that we couldn't do the deed after all.

That is, until Sean suggested we ask his 18 year old brother. He insisted that I ask! Fortunately, he was logged on to an IM, so I asked him over the 'net. On Sean's account.

Sean: Hey
Sean: Erm. Do you have any condoms
Sean: ?
Brother: ffs
Brother: I think so, hang on
Brother: yea

So, after one short walk down the corridor (which Sean, thankfully, made) we were set for the night. A few passionate kisses and powerful orgasms later we were both able to sleep in eachothers arms (metaphorically - we usually end up facing back to back...).

And now I know the use of younger brothers.