Morning company

I look down at him, running my hands the length of his body, stopping briefly at his midsection to dance my fingers in lazy circles across his belly.

"You're the most beautiful man," I say. And he is.

He's the color of the walnut armoire I admired in that one hotel room in New Orleans. I'm the shade of the lone ivory teacup we found on its top shelf.

Our fucking is...powerful...I've forgotten how virile he is. His strength makes me whimper.

We collapse onto rumpled gray sheets and tell each other good morning.

beer and bread

See what happens when I like you? I deliver beer, bread, and fucks right to your front door.

Last Saturday night was spent at Cash's. He's not well but is hanging in there and I was glad to get to hang out, talk, cuddle, nap, and fuck. We fit a lot of activities into a few short hours.

He has this dog y'all. A pervy little pimp of a dog that likes to get as close to my naked naughty bits as possible. It's probably because I'm in his bed with his human and he's like "get the hell out bitch", but really...this tiny dog is all up in our business so bad that I have to laugh but also have to be really careful not to crush the little shit. It is kind of cute afterwards though when we are all three cuddled up like one weird perverted family. Ha. Anyway, how did I get on that tangent? Whatever.

It was a fun night and I wasn't too tired the next day. Totally worth it. In my mind I keep seeing Cash's face when he was on top of me. I'm not sure why that image keeps popping up in my brain. It's not unpleasant at all, it's rather hot actually, but also strange. I'm a weirdo.

And now to get wet and soapy in the shower because I'm going out for sushi with Mr. Man on a mini-date-night!

xoxo,
Bella

wrestling

I got rid of Bella's Twitter account some time ago but it seems I'm missing out on some steamy tweets about me from my first extramarital playmate and one of my very favorite people and friends ever. I miss this, too.

Returning to Cash

Sleep is not a thing if you're choosing between it and good sex. That said, I'm exhausted today. As soon as I hit publish on this one, I am out.

I had a very last minute and unplanned "sleepover" with Cash last night. It had been about six months since I'd seen him. You might remember him from here and here. I wasn't at my smartest on my last visit to him so I knew that this time could not go down like that. Besides, it was that time of the month for me and I wasn't planning on dropping my panties anyway. My mouth to his cock, sure...but otherwise, not really in that mode. Now typing that just makes me laugh and shake my head. Oh Bella, will you never learn? Because sex did happen (protected sex of course because, play safe kids) as I am powerless to resist some men, of which he is one. I did resist the moonshine this time though, and only indulged in not even two glasses of Wild Turkey and Diet Coke.

As I told Frances...

I'd already sucked him at the beginning of the evening and the sex was this morning, at like 5am. We were cuddling and he started rubbing me...then he got on top and was grinding on me...and those blue eyes and that long hair and his scent...and we just kept looking at each other all sexy and not saying anything...and I lost my mind and wanted him sooooo bad....he got on top and held my legs up and just fucking pounded the shit out of me. I loooooove looking at him while he does that.

I seem to have a penchant for the repeating o.

He was more cuddly and "huggie" this time, and held my hand, which I love because I'm a girl. There was actually more conversation than sex, believe it or not, and my perception of him as a master storyteller with crazy tales to tell was left firmly intact. He's been and continues to go through a lot of hardship and has had some heart wrenching things happen to him. He's also very self-aware and I always have this feeling that he appreciates someone to just sit and listen to him. And I'm pretty good at that, if I do say so.

I've said this before but it always bears repeating. Mr. Man is so awesome for "allowing" me this freedom and I love him all the more for it. I hadn't planned to stay all night and felt badly about that, but when I came home around 6:30 he was all "Good Morning" and totally cool. I am a lucky lady. I am also a very tired lady and so, off to bed I go.

xoxo,
Bella

Hard times two. A wall against my back and a man against my front.

Morning texts...

Aaron: When?
Me: Yesterday you tease. Immediately. Right fucking now.
A: Where are you?
Me: In bed. Horny as fuck.
A: Me too.
Me: Have time today? I was about to masturbate but....
A: 11:30?
Me: Perfect. I'm going to attack you.
A: Straight here..no panties. I want you soaking wet.
Me: Yes.

I assaulted him upon entering. He pushed me up against the door and serious making out and groping ensued. I do so love a wall pressed against my back and a man pressed against my front. We made our way hurriedly to the bedroom and clothes quickly met the floor. I wanted to be fucked more than anything and he obliged. I don't even remember the order of events and it doesn't matter. He fucked me. I sucked him. He shot ropes of cum into my mouth. He tasted delicious as always. I cleaned his cock and chest (don't ask me how cum got on his chest, but it did) with my tongue. I brought out my toy while he finger fucked me and licked my pussy. His mouth and tongue felt so amazing between my legs. I asked him if I could scream. Finally I did and we collapsed onto sweaty sheets. Satisfying and exhausting.

A good day overall although I felt a little "off" this afternoon and I can't pinpoint the cause. Nothing major, just a bit unsettled or restless or something. I'm confident it will pass. It always does. Its just more annoying than anything. I'm thinking I should try meditation or yoga or something mind calming.

Or just more sex.

xoxo.
Bella

intensity

Intensity: the quality or state of being intense; especially: extreme degree of strength, force, energy, or feeling. Synonyms: ardency, emotion, enthusiasm, fervency, fervidness, fervor, fire, heat, intenseness, ardor, passion, passionateness, vehemence, violence, warmth, white heat

I met Aaron for lunch last week (at least I think it was last week...time and days are running together in my mind lately) at a new-to-me Greek restaurant. The food and company were delicious of course and afterwards, I went to his house for a bit. 

When I think about the sex we had, the word "intense" keeps coming to mind. I have occasionally had some very NON intense sex but I suppose what constitutes intense for some is quite different for others. This was just....GRRRRRR. Frantic and raw and wild.

Afterwards he said something to the effect of "now THAT is how it's supposed to be". And I agree wholeheartedly. An afternoon of letting your mind and body over to wild abandon in an environment of trust, free of drama or potential conflict. The absence of those last two things allow me to free my mind so much. As sex is such a mental thing for me, this lets me enjoy it that much more. Its a first-rate cycle of goodness.

I left his place sated and ready to return to my other life.

Intense, with a side of mental freedom.

xoxo,
Bella

some passing thoughts

• Why do people in Hollywood even bother getting married? Waste of time and massive amounts of money. Or maybe I'm just a cynic. Although we already knew that didn't we? Heh.
• If I didn't think some folks were assholes before, I sure as hell do now. Bullet dodged.
• Hubs and I had a fun date weekend and worked on list item number 2. Who am I lately with that anyway? Never say never. Also, while the quantity of sex may decrease this time of year, the quality is way up there. Maybe its because we appreciate that time together more when its less frequent?
• I had a very sexy afternoon with Aaron a couple of days ago. He has magic hands. Magic I say.
• I haven't talked to Dave in a couple of weeks. In our last conversation, we were both in a mood with real life stuff. I do hope he's ok though. I should check on him. 
• I realize how lucky I am to have the best of both worlds...intimacy and love at home, and independence and sexual freedom outside of home. It kind of blows my mind, in a good way. 
• Maybe someday relatively soon I'll write something thought provoking and/or erotic, instead of these quick-fire lists.