From the tub

I'm writing this while in the bath. If it never gets posted it means I dropped my phone. But I guess there's really no need to state that since you'd never see it anyway. Whatever.

Right now Mr. Man and C-Man are laughing at some sitcom together in the living room. Hello Bizarro World. It's just one of many things that have happened over the last few days that strike me as only happening in someone else's reality, not my own.

I'm not complaining mind you, just reporting events. I've made some sexual discoveries this week. There has been some heavy collar and leash play for instance. I.Loved.This. I thought I would but you never know. My submissive self is intoxicating. Meaning, I went to another place in my mind and there was nothing but being dominated and losing myself to the sensations of being "taken" and pleasing someone I trust and care about. It was phenomenal. We had experimented a bit with the sub/dom stuff at the hotel during C-Man's last visit, but nothing like this. I am still processing how I feel about it and what it means but for now, suffice it to say, I'm into it.

Another thing that happened in Crazytown was this...C-Man is sleeping upstairs in a guestroom. I went to say "goodnight", we had amazing sex and I came downstairs to join Mr. Man in bed and we fucked as well. I felt like such a whore, in the most favorable and hottest sense of the word.

My bathwater is getting chilly. Time to dry off and see what the men are up to.

Xoxo,
Bella

Perhaps

Today's activities may or may not have included steaming up the windows of my car with C-Man in the short term parking garage at the airport, being fucked over the kitchen island, as well as in a couple of places in the living room, and of course, in bed.

Tomorrow we're shooting for the bathroom and the park.

G'night.

Xoxo,
Bella

From Bella, With Lust

Happy Valentine's Day!

This is my card to you all.

That is, if you "celebrate" or acknowledge the day. If you don't, then I guess here's just some cold nips in a wifebeater and one of my favorite ties from Mr. Man's closet.

xoxo,

Bella

Part Two, Bella's Elusive O

Now where was I? Oh yes, it was time for C-Man to witness "the event". He had heard me climax over the phone but in person is altogether a different matter of course. Even with a vibe I have to be in the right frame of mind, suffiiciently stimulated and turned on. Not that this was a problem given that C-Man had just fucked me crazy. Don't get me wrong about my issue with climaxing, I love love love a cock inside of me. I love the feeling of fullness and of being entered over and over again. I just need a lil extra somethin' somethin' to take me over the edge.

The first time happened just as C-Man described. What he can't tell you about is what was going on in my head. Cumming with someone new is kind of a big deal for me, but actually this first time with C-Man was  easier than the times afterwards in the hotel (but thats another post).

So I reached over and opened the "sexy drawer" of my nightstand. By the way, if you don't have a sexy drawer, you totally should. Another motto of mine is to "keep all things erotic within easy reach of the bed". Not as catchy as "cum big or go home" but just as wise. My sexy drawer has my favorite vibe, batteries, some erotica, lube, a couple of my favorite pornos, and a glass dildo (from our lovely friends I might add). Stock it as you please but by all means, get yourself a sexy drawer! You can thank me later.

C-Man says "what are you doing?"...I tell him "I'm about to use my vibrator"....he gets a twinkle in his eye and a devilish grin and replies "And I'm about to pay very close attention"....  That guy makes me laugh.

My vibe is a purple bullet with nubby things on it. In case you were wondering or anything. I get a new one every so often but this is my latest favorite. You know what? I should name it...ohhhhh, next post will be "Name Bella's Vibe"...I'll have to come up with a cool giveaway for the winner or something. Ok, anyway, focus Bella focus.

Cumming with Mr. Purple Bullet (nah, not original enough) is always good. But cumming with the Lavender Lover (oh, that has possibilities, what do you think?) while your playmate expertly fingers your g-spot? Fucking amazingly intense and deeply satisfying. As in skin-tingling-body-glistening-breath-taking-fist-clenching-toe-curling-break-your-partners-neck-and-then-roll-yourself-into-a-ball-and-see-jesus kind of intense. Poor guy, I should have warned him that I might attack him while riding the wave and then of the aftermath where I withdraw into myself and need time to recenter and come back to earth.

And then what do I do after the sex is over and we begin to drift off to sleep all cuddled up? I grab my pillow and a blanket and leave him alone in my and my husband's bed. What? He was breathing really loudly and was kindof snoring a little. Sue me. Sometimes I am such a bitch.

G'night.

xoxo,
Bella

heat

Bella's Elusive O, Part I

My brain is a weird place. But you know that already. Its also weird when it comes to sex, the climaxing part at least. As sexy and erotic as the physical aspect of Mr. Man"s and my relationship is with C-Man and M, from my perspective the mental aspect is just as intriguing.

As I may have mentioned before, I am not the easiest girl for a lover to bring to climax. As a matter of fact, it is damn near impossible without the aid of a vibrator. This is no fault of the other party, it is a factor of someone knowing my body, how and where I like to be touched, what turns me on, as well as my own mentality and focus at the time. That last one is probably the most difficult one. (For the record, I can masturbate myself to the Big Finish with no problems if my head is in it).

Although my climaxes may be somewhat elusive for most partners (I can cum with Mr. Man EVERY time, dude has got it down y'all), the reward for patience and persistence is this....I am not a mini-orgasm girl nor a quiet cummer. My motto is "cum big or go home". When I orgasm, I orgasm with my entire body and the neighbors will probably hear it as it is happening. It is a big loud raucous deal, an event if you will. Angels sing and fairies dance. Or something like that. Bottom line, its fucking fabulous and I should charge admission for this shit.Gawd, I want to masturbate right NOW. Wait, am I digressing? Because I feel like I'm digressing...a little bit.

Anywho.

I had warned C-Man about this little quirk of mine a long time ago. I just don't want a guy to think "oh I got this" and then have his ego crushed when it doesn't happen. Because here's another thing about me, I will NOT fake it for anyone. If it ain't working, it ain't working and can we please go eat some chocolate cake or watch The Sound of Music or something?

I think the act of me cumming was something of a mystery to C-Man that he wanted to solve, wanted to witness, to figure out, discover. He told me that he wanted to see me cum at some point and to learn what makes it happen for me, and if that meant we use a vibe, by all means, we use a vibe. I mean really, who's gonna say no to that?

And so, it was time...