Maybe I really am masochist?

Last night, Sean stayed up late again on his laptop whilst I fell asleep next to him. There was a film on though that we were both trying to watch, so I tried to stay awake, but to no avail. By the time Sean came to bed, I was barely awake and indicated to him that we could do as we did a few nights ago.Things progressed a lot quicker this time and soon he had me on my front, taking me hard and deep. And while this was happening, it was... well, it was nice but it wasn't doing much for me. Don't get me wrong, I was enjoying it, but I wasn't going to come.

That changed when Sean started indulging his biting needs. He's been in a biting mood for roughly three months, and often indulges himself; biting my neck, my shoulders, my breasts, anything he can get his teeth into at the time. As I write, it's currently my back and waist. Last night, it was my shoulder under attack, and boy did it feel good! Suddenly I was coming and whispering words of encouragement to my lover. Funny how a little bit of pain did that to me. Maybe I am a masochist after all. I wonder whether many couples experience this change in response to pain?

Always Ready...

I think Mel's internal clock is about 3 hours out from mine. She seems to want to sleep before 11 whilst I am happy being up until 2. Anyway, last night I was very busy trying to fix a lot of problems that had cropped up related to some webhosting that I do, and so I was working hard away. When she turned in she read a book and said that she didn't mind if I was to continue working, so I opted to, thinking that I could probably fix it within an hour or so...

She fell asleep, and after a while started the type of breathing that suggested she was having a dream. And here I was coding. Well... she looked so peaceful, I continued to code, but the problem ran deeper than I first thought. In the end I reverted to a previous server where the problem didn't exist, by which time it was about 2 to 3 hours after Mel had fallen asleep.

I crept quietly under the covers, and squeezed her gently. She was sleeping with a t-shirt on, which was rare for her, she normally sleeps naked with me. I gently slipped my hand under her shirt and felt her breasts. I felt her waist, her tummy, her thighs, her bum. No response from her. I felt a little harder, getting horny at the feeling of her near-perfect body against my fingertips. Her legs were slightly apart, so my fingers moved gently down to her pussy, and I inserted one.

Her pussy was not wet with her juices, but it was not dry either. I licked my finger and reinserted it. I moved it gently around her opening, not wanting to go near her delicate clit for fear of waking her. I moved my finger in a circular motion, gently, fairly fast, and before long her vaginal juices made my finger's movement so much slicker.

It must be some kind of survival mechanism, but she didn't stir at all, even though her body was obviously preparing itself for penetration. I continued my gentle fingering until she was moist enough to my liking, and then put on a condom. Not having any lube to hand, I substituted saliva, and moistened the end of my cock before straddling one of her legs and gently pushing my way into her.

It was very awkward, but I did not want to wake her until I was fully in her. I pushed deeper and deeper, and still no response. None until I must have been a good few inches into her, and had started thrusting. I moved a leg to make it more comfortable for myself and she awoke. She did not seem to know what was going on at first, but she did not seem at all alarmed. I lowered myself onto her, repositioned her and my legs for comfort, and continued to thrust into her, but now harder. She seemed to be enjoying it, and soon she was making "I am very close" noises, whereupon she came, still fairly hushed, but the loudest she had been in her parents house for a long time!

From sleep to orgasm in 2 and a half minutes, I thought to myself! Thats not bad! I continued to thrust, deeper, harder, and I think she came another couple of times, myself coming with her the last time.

I think she really enjoyed it. She said afterwards that it shows that she is always ready for me, even when she is asleep! That's a nice thought to keep in mind, though I am not quite sure I could use it at a family dinner...

Have fun all, I had better get back to Mel as she has been sucking my cock whilst I wrote this, and is probably ripe for the taking by now!

Laters,

Sean.

xxx

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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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