I browse other blogs from time to time, to give myself inspiration and I found myself looking at a blog that had a link to youporn.com.  I perused the offerings briefly and found myself incredibly tempted.

I wish I were brave!  There are pictures of mrb and I.  There are pictures of just me, but I don’t know that I would be brave enough to ever post them on the internet.  If youporn proves one thing, you don’t have to be conventionally beautiful to post pictures of yourself, or even videos of yourself, on the internet.  It looks to be incredibly erotic and liberating to post pictures and videos of your self doing incredibly intimate things.  Now, clearly being watched is fine with me :) 

What would it take for me to post those images on the internet??  A question to ponder….. I think I would enjoy knowing you are watching videos of me tormenting myself with toys.  I would enjoying knowing it turns you on to listen to me scream as I cum.  But how to do it all anonymously…….

I haven’t been posting much and I do apologize.  I owe you several posts, including the details of date.  It was, to leave you with a tease, magnificent!

 Today, though, I ponder the eroticism of giving a blow job.  I absolutely adore sucking cock.  I crave it, I yearn for it.  Feeling a cock grow hard in my mouth is so erotic.  I love to use my tongue as a tease; to feel my hair being gently pulled while I feast on that gorgeous erection.  I adore it when you are so excited you start pumping in and out of my mouth, moaning with pleasure.

Ahhhhh…. I do so love it.

MrB would like to go on a date tonight - to a movie.  I think you should be there to watch.  I have plans for MrB that you might enjoy watching - and I know how you love watching!

What are my plans? Ahhh, dear friend, I like to surprise MrB sometimes by going out in public wearing skirts with nothing underneath.  It gives him free access to play in secluded spots.

 Part of my plan for this evening is to sit at the very back of the theater and take my skirt off.  I’ll straddle his lap and give him one of his favorite toys - a vibe that lights up.  While I lean on the seats in front of us, I know he’ll be working  my pussy hard with his toy.

Can you imagine, in the dark theater, watching that vibe slide in and out, in and out? Hearing me try to control my moans - because you already know how loud I can be.

God, my clit is throbbing already and “date night” is hours away.

I’ll give you all the details……..later.

(C) 2008

It’s early morning and like with so many mornings, I am thoroughly aroused, yet seemingly alone.  I know I’m not, not really.  You like to watch, don’t you? I’ll open the curtains and the blinds wide for you. 

 In a nice suburban neighborhood, somewhere in middle America, I remove my silken robe slowly, letting is flutter down my body.  I stand before the window nude, still damp from a shower. 

I reach for my body lotion, because I know how much you enjoy watching. I close my eyes and tip my head back, caressing my throat and shoulders. I glide gently over my breasts, for if I give them too much attention now, things will go much too quickly.  I knead my stomach, feeling it tighten.  My whole body tightens in anticipation of what is to come! 

My hands move down to my legs, but to do a good job, I rest one foot, then the other on the windowsill.  My position has given you a glimpse hasn’t it?  You know what lies beneath the nest of dark curls. 

The back of my legs needs lotion so I turn around.  Gracious, now you have a prime view of my ass.  Each time I bend to rub my legs, you get glimpses, don’t you?  Perhaps I’ll give you a better glimps and spread my legs just a bit.  Should I tell you a secret?  No, I’ll wait.

Do you mind if I kneel on the bed?  I’m feeling a tad weak in the knees.  A long time ago, I met someone who helped me discover the beauty in submission and while I’m not technically a true submissive, I still find kneeling in the position of a trained submissive to be incredibly comfortable, yet erotic.

 With more lotion, I caress my breasts.  They are extremely sensitive and I have been known to orgasm from  playing with with them.  I stroke them, pulling firmly on my nipples.  Can you see them getting hard?  The more I roll them between my fingers, the more I pull on them, the hotter I am getting.  I can feel my legs spreading further apart, but I know you enjoy watching me play with my nipples.  I’ll try to hold on as long as I can, until I just can’t take it anymore and have to play with my clit

My breasts are swelling, my nipples getting harder.  I can’t control my moaning.  I’m afraid I’m rather vocal - I hope you don’t mind.  I’m getting so turned on knowing anyone can see me.  I’m pinching my nipples; squeezing them.  You know I can’t take much more, right?

I have to lay down; I have to spread myself open wide.  I can feel myself dripping I’m so wet.  My hands tremble as I reach down and open my lips wide; I feel cool air dance across my swollen clit, teasing it gently.  My middle finger dances around my clit ever so gently, stroking it.  I can feel my legs straining to spread futher apart; my hips lift up, reaching, craving fulfillment.

 Should I push myself over the edge? Screaming into ecstasy?   Should I wait and rebuild everything to an explosion that you will always remember?

 I wait……..

 ………………………. and wait…………..

………………………………………………………………………….and wait……………….

Would you like to know my secret now?  The one I mentioned earlier? I left my favorite toy on the bed earlier.  I hope you don’t mind if I use it.  It’s the perfect toy - a blue vibrator that vibrates at both my G-spot and clit……

With lips spread wide, I slide the vibe in, while still turned off.  It feels SO good, sliding in and out. I twist it, rotate it, move it around, just like the REAL thing.  I feel it stretch me, tease me and make me want more.

Should I turn it on???

…………………………………..maybe………………………

…………………………………………………………………………..Maybe YES!

I turn it on and grind it into myself.  I turn it up to high, grinding it hard.  My legs are straight up in the air and my hips are pumping while I fuck myself hard with this little toy; sliding it in and out; long strokes, short strokes.  I feel everything start to tighten, my entire body around this toy. I can’t think, I can’t breathe… and then release. I scream over and over as orgasm owns me.  I belong to the orgasm completely.

And as I lay on the bed, gasping for breath, knowing you’ve been watching me, I know you will leave my blog with this:  Any time you drive through some random neighborhood in suburbia and see shadows moving in a bedroom with open curtains, you’ll always wonder…. was it MrsB?  Keep your camera ready in case it is, I won’t mind.

(C) 2008

I have decided I would like to have a little blog to write about my fantasies.  I hope you enjoy reading them, and perhaps you’ll even leave me a comment or two - and let me know what you think