J hears about my revelation

This morning, Sean's friend J picked Sean up early to go to Uni. After they left, I lay in bed snoozing and thinking about what would have happened if our relationship with J was a bit more open...

The doorbell rang. "That'll be J," Sean told me, "stay in bed, you look cute all snuggled up in the covers." I guessed that they were leaving for Uni straight away, but little did I know that they were going to skip their first few lectures to spend their time with me. He grabbed on a pair of jeans and a shirt and went to the door. I heard them talking, J laughing and then the dreaded phrase, "She's in there, go take a look."

J poked his head around the bedroom door and grinned before going back out to talk to Sean again. I heard their muffled talking. I didn't pay too much attention, thinking they were talking about assignments. Along the way, though, I heard "Are you sure she's up for it?" "Yes, she'll do whatever I say," I started to get out of bed then, but ended up keeping under the duvet because I was wearing nothing more than the black lingerie that Sean likes. The door was wide open, so I couldn't even make a run for some clothes. I then heard Sean take J into the kitchen and pour him a drink. Sean left him to it and came back in to see me.

"I think I forgot to mention, J has come round today to see you. He wants to find out just how much of a good girl you are." I sat up on my elbows, not sure exactly what Sean was suggesting. "I thought you had nine o' clock lectures today?" I asked, trying to avoid the issue of what he was actually asking me to do. He stroked my cheek, "Yes, we do, but we're skipping them. The lecturer's crap anyway - all he does is read his notes to us." I looked up at him, "So what are you two boys doing, should I get dressed and join you?" Sean smiled, "Come and join us, but dont bother getting dressed." He took me by the hand and pulled me out of bed, walking me to the kitchen. It was so cold, that already my nipples were visibly hard under my black satin vest. He left me at the kitchen door, allowing me to hover around the door frame as he walked back to J. J whispered something in Sean's ear, they both laughed and I could feel the red flush of embarrassment rising from my chest to my cheeks. "Come over here, cutie, J says his cock's hard." Sean told me. I looked at him in disbelief. Did he really just say that? "J read your post about how you're coming to realise that no hard-on should go without being seen to," he grinned, "and he's got one." I stayed by the door, wondering if I should just go back to the bedroom, get some clothes on and leave. Sure, I had wondered about times like these. Did I really want to do this though?

Sean held out his hand to me, and I found myself walking towards him despite being embarrassed about showing off bits that no-one but my lover should see. Once I was in his arms, he turned me round to face J and quietly encouraged me to kneel before his friend, unzip his fly and suck on his cock. All the while, I was looking at the floor, not sure what would happen if I refused. It sounded like both of them wanted this, though. He let me go and kissed my neck before nudging me in J's direction...

TV sex tips actually work...

Last night Sean tried out a tip we saw on the tele. It worked like a dream. The tip is detailed here, but it basically involves spelling out the alphabet with your tongue when you give a woman head. I've heard of it before and thought it sounded silly... but... wow! It's really worth trying, especially when the flat of the tongue is used instead of the point. Yummy.

Very quickly, I lusted for Sean's cock inside me, and he indulged me. Once again, I had that sense of there being "nothing more right in the whole world", first mentioned here. That feeling overwhelms me, and I often wonder why so many sane people decree that sex between unmarried, but committed, people is wrong. Sex isn't a vice; it's the most wonderful, forfilling, beautiful thing in the whole world. Nothing is more right.

Our love making last night was very simple, no ropes or spoons in sight. It was just plain, loving sex with lots of noise, kisses and cuddles. I realise that for a blog called "S&M Blog", ours has been very 'vanilla' recently. Hopefully we will get back to the chains and spoons sometime soon...

Easily distracted

When we came home from camp (link) we had roughly 45 minutes until the bus came, which would take us to the union cinema. I had my orders, I was to run a bath for us both. So I did, we're both stinky after a weekend camp. The actual bath itself was shared due to time constraints and we spent all our time washing each other instead of relaxing. I couldn't help but notice his hard-on bobbing about in the water, though. When it was time for us to get out, he stood first and I stayed on my knees to give him room. Which put me just at the right height to be distracted by his cock. Yummy. "What are you doing?" he asked me as I gave his cock a couple of kisses. "Giving him what he wants" I replied. And with that I sucked his cock all the way till the time came for Sean to come deep in my mouth. I only meant to acknowledge the fact that I knew his cock was hard, I didn't mean to see it all the way through to completion... honest...

The good thing now is that hopefully our love making session tonight will be longer than it would have been. Lucky me.

Yes, it snowed.

We went camping over the weekend. Yes, it was freezing cold. Yes, it snowed. Yes, we're mad. The things you do for the love of children...

Any way, we shared a tent with Sally, mentioned here, and her boyfriend Mark. It was one of those ones that has separate compartments- one for us, one for them and one for our kit. Through-out the whole weekend, Sally kept mentioning that she a) wanted to sleep with me and b) wanted to sleep with Sean. Thing is, if we ever took her up on the offer she'd back out. I like it that way though, I don't want to sleep with a girl who's been my best friend for over 15 years.

On Saturday, Sally told us off because she heard us kissing the night before. Thing was, last night we really were horny. I offered to give Sean a hand-job and in return he could give me one too. I had wanted us to 'perform' at the same time, but Sean pointed out that I'd easily come quicker than he would and that once I've come I'd be too tired. So I went to see to him first. As I've said before, I still have a thing about having his cock in my mouth (link) and I ended up giving him a blow-job... Well, there was nowhere else for his come to go in the dark tent...

He then gave me my first orgasm for over a week. Then we slept, both in that deep post orgasm slumber. Well, I say it was deep; I guess that's writer's license for you - we were constantly woken up by the blustering wind pushing around our tent. And when I woke I couldn't sleep again for ages due to the cold. So I use the term 'deep' very loosely...

A good, sticky morning to you too

This morning I woke up too early for Sean, and insisted on watching a bit of TV before getting up. I woke at around 7 and lasted until 9, which was when I asked him. Considering we weren't asleep until gone 1 this morning, he wasnt that impressed. I then went up and ran the water for a bath and whilst that was going I went back into the bedroom to see Sean. Who seemed rather pissed, to tell the truth. He was complaining that he couldn't sleep any more. I lay next to him, in such a way that let him rest his head on my boobs, and ran my fingers through his hair. I felt so-very maternal. Soon, though, my hand travelled down his chest to find his stiffening cock and couldn't resist touching it and caressing it. A quick look in at the bathroom let me turn off the running water and I could resume giving my man the attention he needed. I'm quickly starting to realise that no hard-on should go without being seen to. Why should I not see to him if we both get pleasure out of it? So, with his come sliding down my neck, I went to have my bath. Good morning, every one!

Sean's story, just for you

Dear readers, what follows is the beginning of Sean's story (link 1 2 3), just for you.

You are lying naked, cramped in a suspended cage. You've been there for a good 36 hours, and you still don't really know why you're there. You do know, or at least you think, it's for fun; you have your collar on.

Restraint UK (e-bay shop)

All around you are screens playing porn, everywhere you look are pictures and films of people having fun. The sound is on loud, so even when you sleep the porn is in your dreams. I've come to see you twice. Once to give you food, I didn't stay long and I sure didn't stay to chat. The other time I came in you were asleep. I used you for my pleasure, entering you and finishing quickly. By the time you were fully awake I was zipping up and leaving.

This time I enter the dungeon, you can tell by the look in my eyes that you are in for some fun. I open the cage and drag you out, you all but fall the distance to the floor. I blindfold you and walk you over to another area of the room. I stop you, and before words are said I bend you over our pommel horse and tie down all four of your limbs. I enter you roughly, giving you no time to prepare, and as I thrust deeper and deeper I comment that you are a dirty whore after all - who else would be wet after such treatment? You know that it's to do with the non-stop porn, but you don't comment. I thrust into you deeper, harder, rougher, faster and you can' t stop yourself from squirming and eventually coming. I grunt and pull out, hot come spurts over your back. Then I leave you.

You wonder what will happen next, you're still tied to the pommel horse ready to be taken. The porn is still on, you can hear it. Eventually you doze in a fitful, but well earned sleep.

You awaken to the sound of footsteps coming towards you. You know that I must be hungry for your pussy again. A cock pushes its way into you, and you quickly realise that it's not me. It's not Sean? This guys cock is shorter and he pushes it into you, taking you faster and faster and you realise he can go all the way into you like this without it hurting. Very quickly, you come. It must be too much for this stranger, he comes too and leaves you just like I did. You squirm, unsatisfied, with the stranger's juices dripping down your thigh...

Beacuse he's worth it

Last night I made Sean dinner. I guess this is nothing new, I've made Sean's dinner every night this week so far; but last night I tried out a few new things and cooked a proper dinner with roast potatoes. I made them for me really - I currently seem to live on pasta and I miss potatoes a lot. May I say that they were the yummiest potatoes I have had in ages. I hope Sean noticed my feelings of domestic-ness.

Yesterday we also paid a deposit on a student house for next (academic) year. This almost definitely means that we will be living together next year. A new experience I can't wait for.

Anyway, in all the excitement of today, my excitement rose. Even amidst my PMS (which is still around, damn coil, and has been around for over a week) I wanted to make my man happy. So when he came into the bedroom with his cock hanging out of his jeans, I couldn't help but look longingly at it. He must have sensed my wanting, "Do you want to give me head?" he asked. I nodded. He lay back on the bed, all relaxed and reclining and waiting for me. I sat at the foot of the bed, looking down, glancing at him. "Are you going to give me head?" he asked. I sheepishly looked at his cock, then at his face. "You want me to force you?" he asked. Aware I hadn't said anything yet, I looked at him feeling guilty. He lent forward and grabbed at my neck, pulled me to him and kissed me, tongue probing my mouth. Now, this is what I wanted, what I craved!

Within minutes I had been placed at his cock, and I took delight in glancing my tongue over it and around it, taking as much as I could into my mouth. I wanted him so bad. I was in such a position that I could steal glances at his face to watch his enjoyment of me. That's the first time I've managed to look up at him like that, whilst giving him head, without being uncomfortable. He opened his eyes from time to time, and if I could've I would have smiled back. Then within seconds of his looking into my eyes I would close mine and concentrate on what I was doing. I hoped he got a lovely feeling in his belly like I do when he looks at me when he's giving me head.

Soon, though, his lust for orgasm rose to overtake his shear enjoyment of the act and he started to quicken the pace. He greedily thrust into my mouth and several times I gagged, wondering if I could see it all the way through to his orgasm. His hands were in my hair, holding me in place and he thrust into me and I couldn't move my head either to help or hinder him. And then, suddenly, he's saying my name again (link), telling me not to stop, telling me he is going to come and oh-god-dont-stop-now-Mel... He came hard and drool and come slimed down my hands as he lay back to let me take the last few drops from him. His satisfaction is most definitely worth it.