hot nights and rum cake

He asked me to dress up, so I left my house in black lace hugging every curve and stockings pulled over silky smooth legs.

I got to his place at 10:30pm and he met me at my car and pulled me into a tight hug followed by frenzied deep kisses. His hands ran under my soft cotton dress to find the lace hidden underneath. Hands flew over bodies and clothes were removed and thrown onto the concrete patio. He drew me into the closest doorway which happened to be the guesthouse bedroom. He sat in a chair by the window and I knelt between his legs, he grabbed a handful of my hair and I gave him one of the many things he'd been waiting for since I told him I was coming over that night.

It had been a few weeks and we couldn't get to the fucking part fast enough. We moved to the bed and it was hot in every meaning of the word. Sexy hot and no air conditioning in the South hot. Sweaty, steamy, slick, primal-like fucking. I'd missed him and he me.

Our initial urges sated, we followed the trail of clothes back outside and got caught up on each others regular life happenings. The rest of the night followed a similar pattern of sexual activity, cuddling, conversation, and repeating. We also finally got around to that cliche over-the-bathroom-counter-hang-onto-the-faucet-and-look-into-the-mirror-fuck. And then there was rum cake. 

A night with Cash is like a mini-vacation for my brain and body. We have great fun together and I like him a lot on all the levels. Which means it will probably end soon and I should brace myself. Haha, I'm kidding. Sort of. #cynicalbella #rumcakeisyummy

Xoxo,
Bella

classic booty call and blogging boundaries

Or is it called a booty text these days?

"So, are you open this week? I could use some great dick sucking and hot sex."

That's one of the things I like about ol' Dave, he doesn't beat around the bush. Straight to the point that one. As it happened, I was open this week and accepted his booty text. It was an interesting encounter.

But first...Over the past week I've learned some things about Dave that I didn't know. He's quite "bi-friendly" (is that a legit term?) and jonesin' for a MFM and/or MFF threesome thang. We've had some colorful discussions about that over the past few days. I don't know that anything will come of it, or if I will even be involved, but it's quite fun to talk about for now. So there's that.

And then there was today. I've cried a couple of times during sex with him and I think it freaks him out a little bit, poor guy. It's not a bad crying, but rather an emotional release crying of the good sort that only happens when a Dominant partner is able to tap into that part of me that craves to be submissive and trusting and vulnerable. Today my emotional outburst was a result of anal. (I know this is a sex blog but sometimes I wonder if I get TMI on y'all.) He loves the booty and I rarely do the back door thing. I have no idea why I did it today except that he had me in that sub place with the combo of rough and gentle that works so well on me. He was great and gentle and patient and caring and I couldn't have assed (see what I did there? haha) for a better experience. However, he is, um, rather large so if I'm walking funny tomorrow there is a damn good reason.

Now we come to the part of the post where I hesitate. While this blog is anonymous and I feel like I try to be fastidious about the privacy of my partners, there are some things that give me pause and I wonder if I'm overstepping some invisible ethical boundary by sharing them here. Then I think, but this is MY blog dammit, I can write what I want. I wonder if I should use the guideline of...would I write about this if I knew my partner was going to be reading it? But then that brings me back to self-censoring, which I abhor. Something for me to think about I guess.

With that said, for now I'll skip a few details about the rest of my tryst and just say that it was great fun and ended with a very loud orgasm via vibrator by moi, and then Dave and I naked on the couch laughing hysterically at really bad porn. What a world huh?

Until next time.

xoxo,
Bella

meet Aaron

First, a couple of notes before I introduce you to Aaron.

• I had mentioned a few posts before regarding being unsure about the rules of Mr. Man and my relationship boundaries and I don't believe I gave any update on that situation. We had a really great talk a few weeks ago about how things were going and our expectations of each other. I came away feeling really good about that conversation and getting the clarification that I needed. We talked about many things but as far as what I want to share here, the bottom line is that we are each free to do what we want, as long as we practice safe sex and (for me especially), are physically safe and comfortable. I hate confinement and let's be honest, marriage can feel confining sometimes. So this level of freedom suits me to a T.

• Lest you think I am just running around town having sex willy-nilly, I assure you that I am not. Not that it would matter if I were, mind you. The action in an open relationship seems to be feast or famine. Right now, it's feast and I won't deny that I'm enjoying it. As it should be. Honestly though, while I don't want to limit myself, I don't know that I can handle more than a couple of regular partners outside my marriage at a time. Although I don't talk about it much here, believe it or not, I do have a life outside of sex. That said, Dave and I will be a regular thing for a while I think. And now...

Now enter, Aaron.

We "met" online and began a series of steamy, interesting and at times, intellectual conversations. I could tell this guy was different and y'all know how I like different. A coffee shop meeting was arranged and I busted in the door all breathless from the freezing temperatures and from being late, as is my modus operandi. I spotted him immediately, all handsome and charming, drinking his fancy coffee by the window. Remember when I mentioned that I couldn't find a tall guy? That streak is now broken as Aaron is much taller than I, a nice physical change from my norm.

We greeted each other with smiles and discreet sizing up (at least I did) and then I got in line to order some hot chocolate. While waiting to order, Aaron texted me from behind, "yes I am ogling". Ha. This was somewhat of an inside joke as I had made a reference to him ogling me in a scenario we had discussed previously. But anyway, the timely text made me giggle and say yay for tight sweater dresses and cute boots.

Hot chocolate obtained and Aaron and I talked about all kinds of things for a good while. I'm a sucker for a tall musician with wit and brains, so I knew within minutes that I was interested in taking things further. And when he slyly mentioned taking me on the table behind us, I knew he was as well. Its so nice when people see eye to eye on such things isn't it?

Alas, I had to get to work at some point that day so we headed to our respective vehicles and I asked if I could kiss him. I'm forward like that. Warm kisses in the middle of a freezing parking lot with the promise of more to come? Quite delicious. As was the dark chocolate bar he gifted me before we parted. Great kisser, a beard, physical height, an open mind, philosophical views that greatly match my own, musical talent, and chocolate? There was NO way he wasn't getting into my panties.

And the next day, he did just that.

We've seen each other a couple of times since then. Even had lunch together one day, fully clothed. He lives quite close to my workplace...convenient right? He reads this blog and although I have his blessing to post about our encounters, I'm never sure how much to kiss and tell when I know my partner is reading. It definitely makes me more conscious of what I write. That makes me think of an "ethics in sex blogging" post that I've been stewing about writing. But I'm getting off topic.

Aaron is drama free, extremely open minded, and sex with him is honestly, fucking great. He's more than happy to bring my toys into bed and thank god he doesn't have neighbors because, well, y'all know how loud I can be. We also share a love for um, webcams...being watched and watching others. And I have to mention, he has great hair. I know I'm a weirdo but I love this guy's hair. Thick and wavy and soft and I just really like to touch it. Another thing I like to touch is his cock. A lot. With my mouth. I can't get enough. As you can see from the photo here (edited) that Aaron took for me to show Mr. Man. Hot hot hot.

So that's Aaron. I hope to see him again as long as there is mutual interest. It's very cool to be able to have great sex with someone and not have to worry about drama, jealousy, possessiveness, or any of that shit that can make things complicated. As well, there is so much potential for fun with someone who is open to sharing, in all aspects of the word.

xoxo,
Bella

Dave, Poindexter, and faking it on a nooner

Ok, so I caved. Dave and I rescheduled because I'm quite weak, I like sex and he's really good at it, in that aggressive Alpha male kind of way. Its so interesting how different men have different natural styles of fucking. Same for women. Dave's style is confident, assertive, a bit rough, and damn bossy. And I crave those things sometimes but not always.

This encounter was to be a quickie on my lunch hour so I drove to his place and we wasted no time scattering clothing on his living room floor. He sat back on the couch and I sank to my knees in front of his hard and rather large cock. I pleasured him with a sloppy juicy blowjob for a while and then we got out some toys I'd brought. If my coworkers only knew what I carry around in my briefcase...

He commanded me to turn around, bend over, and spread my ass cheeks for him. Grrrrrrr. He has a thing for ass play, which has never been my favorite but I'm warming to it the more I experiment. He explored various parts of me with toy and fingers and then I asked to be fucked. I lay on my back and he mounted me (condom on of course). He still had my rotating dildo g-spot clit stimulator toy (let's just name it Poindexter for simplicity's sake) in his hand and decided to see what it felt like to insert Poindexter and his cock into me at the same time. Know what it felt like? DAMN GOOD that's what. He exploded inside me very soon afterwards and whew, good stuff.

We played around a bit more and while I didn't achieve you-know-what, I was satisfied and not at all disappointed. But I do have a confession...I totally faked it. I swear, I NEVER do that but dude was trying so very hard and I was in a hurry to go and I didn't want it to be a big thing. Sigh. Do not lecture me please. I'm not proud of it as I am of the mindset that I shouldn't have to fake it. Ever. A man has to be willing to get to know my body, work at it and not be afraid to accept a little help from me to witness The Event. And even with all that, his ego has to be able to take it if it just doesn't happen for me. In Dave's defense, he knows I'm not an easy cummer and would have been perfectly ok if I had just said it wasn't going to happen. So I'm not sure why I didn't just say that. I'm weird and broke one of my personal rules by faking it. It won't happen again. See, I just lectured myself so you don't have to.

All of this reminds me that I've been meaning to write a post about the mysteriousness of Bella's Big O, as it is a tricky and elusive bitch. I almost feel like men need to read a user's manual before attempting. Some assembly required and please read all instructions, etc. I shall write such a manual and post it here for reference purposes. You're welcome.

But back to Dave. He had a riding crop and wooden paddle that we tried out. On me of course because I have a spanking thing. This was after playtime and we were just being silly but I did come away with quite the red ass from our little testing session. We then dressed, chatted a bit and I made my way back to the office, sex hair and all. I plan to see him again. Yay, sex!

xoxo,
Bella

lessons from a drunken sleepover

I figured I need to write about the "sleepover" at Cash's if I'm ever going to, so here we go.

The short version, if you're pressed for time or something is that I had fun but my ass got too drunk and didn't have as much control of the situation as I should've, I think he had fun, and we may see each other again at some point, or we may not. Is that too vague? 

Here's the longer, but still somewhat edited, version if you prefer...Cash was running a bit behind so when I got to his place I let myself in, grabbed a beer and settled on the couch. His place is super cozy and comfortable, very manly but not in a gross bachelor pad kind of way. I mean, there were scented candles out y'all. Scented.Candles.

He came downstairs smelling all yummy and we chatted a bit. I had brought some toys and he strongly suggested that I grab my favorite and sit in the chair by the fireplace and use it while he built a fire. From like, real wood. By hand. Built.A.Fire. While I masturbated in the chair. For real.

So he built his sexy fire and then smoked a cigarette and watched me while I played with myself. If you know me and my sexual quirks at all, you know that I am not an easy cummer. And yet, in a bit I was able to let loose and get it done in my usual loud, squirmy, exhausting way. Something about Mr. Cool Cucumber sitting there on the hearth smoking a cigarette in front of the fire he'd just built watching me as if he does this shit with the ladies every day (and hell, maybe he does), worked for me.

I recovered and proceeded to get on my knees and suck his cock. I do love pleasing a man this way. He grabbed my head and made me gag on his length and tear up, which I love. I think he came in my mouth or on my face or hell if I know, but I do remember licking his fingers clean. FYI: I was not drunk at this point, I just honestly don't remember, ha!

We hung out in the living room for a while after that, listening to music and talking a lot. Cash seems to like to talk. I don't mean that in a bad way, just that he has a lot to tell and its genuinely interesting. He should write a book or something. Its funny because later on I remember thinking that I came away feeling like I knew a lot about things that had happened to him, but he knew virtually nothing about me. Hmmmmm.

And oh yes, I drank. Beer and moonshine. I'm a bad Southern girl because I'd never had moonshine before until that night. And probably never will again because holy fuck, that stuff is evil. By now, I am pretty wasted. There was a shower and pissing incident, which I can't even write about because, what the hell? Also shock when I looked at my face in the mirror and realized that Cash had been having a serious conversation for the past hour with a girl with a face blackened by horribly scary running mascara/makeup. I looked like a Day of the Dead mask. Yikes. It was not cute.

We ventured upstairs and proceeded to fuck. And I think we played with a dildo and then passed out for a couple of hours. As badly as I wanted sex that night, I wish I remembered it better. Drunken whore. Sheesh. Luckily I had had the presence of mind to set my cell phone alarm earlier and managed to get up in time to get dressed and get home before Mr. Man had to go to work. 

The moral of this story is that while I had a fun "sleepover"...next time I will not get trashed out of my mind because I would prefer to have more control over my body and the situation in general than I did. And getting drunk off your ass and the subsequent hangover is for young people without children. Be smart kids, be smart.

Onward.

xoxo,
Bella

What I need is...

A rebound. What a double entendre that is, eh?

I have come to the conclusion that I need a rebound/reentry (snicker) fuck to help me get off this mental hamster wheel I'm spinning in regarding our/my last relationship. No strings attached slam bam thank you ma'am now please go home and don't bug me. A good clear my head and reset my brain kind of fuck, ya know? It doesn't even have to involve any sort of BDSM, just a good ol' solid vanilla bangin'.

Its not even that I want/need to "get over" him because I'll always love him (cue cheesy music), but it's more like I need to get past him in my head. If that makes any sense.

I texted a bit with the wife of our new couple friends today but I can't decide if that's going anywhere or not. Honestly, this whole thing is just a matter of putting more effort into a search and I haven't really done that wholeheartedly yet. It's like looking for a new job. You gotta be picky because its kind of a big deal. And it takes time and effort and I'm lazy. What I need is to fuck someone I already know. Ahem. You know who you are. Wink wink. Call me.

For now, I'm off to jump Mr. Man and oh, here's a couple of new pics.

This post filed under "good god I'm such a whore". Heh.

xoxo,
Bella