Saturday, May 20, 2017

Joe

This town and it's hot musicians y'all. I can't even stand it sometimes. Just when my cynicism about the state of the open/poly/non-monogamous male population reaches a peak, along comes a total sweetheart like Joe. It's been several months ago that we met on OKC and I honestly can't even remember what our first conversation was like but I think I'm the one who messaged him first. Maybe. Even that's foggy. He just seems to have always been around. 

I do remember our first meeting however. Lunch at a local bar. I walked in and there he was, in all his blue-eyed, bearded glory. Sometimes you just get a good feeling about someone and I liked Joe immediately. I do remember that rush of nervous awkwardness within the first few minutes of introductions and initial conversation*. Then food arrived and maybe a beer but I don't remember. We talked about our jobs, relationships, our open/poly marriages and how different experiencing that and being that in the South versus "out West" can be. 

There's always this pause after a meal or a drink when you wonder if the connection is mutual, what happens next, etc. All these thoughts happen in a matter of seconds. In this case the next step was an obvious "I'd like to see you again, how about a walk right now?" And so we did. We walked around a nearby park, peeked through a fence at a guitar shaped pool (it was on Music Row, after all), and then got snuggly on a park bench for the next half hour. After it was obvious that we both wanted this to go further, Joe was openly affectionate. As my tweet says, he is a hand-holding, back-rubbing, arm-around-your-shoulders, hand-on-the-small-of-your-back, kissing kind of guy. That kind of physicality in public is not really Mr. Man's style, so I welcomed the refreshing intimacy of it. 

Since that first meeting many months ago, we've seen each other semi-regularly but not nearly as much as either of us would like. There have been several hot and heavy make-out sessions in the car, blowjobs, sexting, sweet dinner and lunch dates, and I even played groupie and went to one of his shows. Due to logistical circumstances, we didn't have sex for what seemed like forever. It was glorious torture. Finally schedules and stars aligned and we got a hotel room for a night. Whew. There's nothing like sex for the first time with a new person. Does that sounds slutty? Fuck it. I own my sexuality and I love it. 

He spent the winter months in a state far away but we texted throughout. I'm happy to report that we reconnected when he got back and have since enjoyed each others company several times. Ahem. He's good. Very good. He takes his time and knows what he's doing. For the record, vaginal massage is a thing....that he knows how to do.

So that's Joe. Here's to nice guys with beards who enjoy sex as much as I do.

*Meeting someone new for the first time in this capacity is scary, and a rush. It just is. I'm holding that thought for another post about the psychology of that event.

Sunday, April 2, 2017

Wednesday, March 15, 2017

Number 13

On the 100 things about me on the sidebar over there...check. Fantasy fulfilled and ongoing.


I need to tell you about LL.

We met on okc and eventually met for lunch at a local dive. He was visibly nervous, incredibly shy, polite, and beautiful. I kissed him on the sidewalk.

Built like a tree or a linebacker...solid muscle...he could crush me...beard...African American...delicious, big, lovely, cock. 

He got over the shyness and now throws me around at will, or treats me like fine china, depending on our mood. We have fucked in parks, parking lots, the woods, on his boat, in the back of his truck, in another person's house, on the railroad tracks...

That's LL. I'm seeing him again tomorrow. 

Xoxo, 
Bella

Sunday, January 8, 2017

luminous

I've been perusing my blog archives lately trying to summon inspiration.

So close.

I'm almost there.

xoxo,
Bella

Friday, August 12, 2016

placeholders

note to self to post about sexy vacation..long overdue....and lunchtime tryst in the park with the coolest guy today....beard, tattoos, bald, single.

UPDATE: Single guy mentioned above? NOT SINGLE. Ugh.

Sunday, July 31, 2016

Sleeping in

Lazy Sunday between the sheets

Saturday, July 9, 2016

Thursday night possessions

Cash's hand on my leg after messy and frantic lovemaking is especially special tonight. I'd brought him dinner and we ate and talked in his shop before going up the stairs and collapsing into bed. He's tired and not feeling well but our playtime is a momentary escape and afterward the cuddling and laughing resume. He sings to me.

His hands had been everywhere on my body just moments before I took this photo. Hands on my ass, giving me proper spankings; the kind that make me first gasp, then cry out, writhe, and turn bright red. Hands around my neck squeezing just enough yet not too much. Hands in my hair forcing my head back and then forward to pull my mouth onto his hardness, taking in all of him. Hands slapping my face, owning me. Hands grasping my breasts and fingers pulling at my nipples while I lay back and use my favorite toy.

I let him film me while I worked his thickness with my lips and tongue, then at his request placed his cock between my breasts, and then back again to my mouth. Knowing he'll use that video later when he's in bed alone turns me on immensely.

His hand on my leg though. That's my favorite part.

xoxo,
Bella