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Insatiable

I really am insatiable.

MasterDoc made me come with the magic wand (while tied down and gagged). I came so hard that I looked like I was possessed by the devil. He teased me a bit with it, raising and lowering my arousal so that it would drop off a little, and then I would come again. And again.

Later, he fucked me from behind after having me play with the acuvibe mini for a while. He teased me so much I thought I would explode. Between his cock fucking me hard and the vibe pressed hard to my clit I was desperate to come. But at the same time it felt amazing so I didn’t know if I really wanted to come and end it. He let me come, shoved his dick in me a bit more and then when my muscles clenched too tightly he used his fingers. Again, possessed by the devil time. As I came and convulsed my body inched forward on the  bed until my head was against the wall. I could feel myself squirt all over my hand and the vibe.

And after all this, after the amazingness of these orgasms – I still want more sex. I can’t imagine not wanting to have sex.

Damn.

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On another note, MasterDoc has sometimes despaired that I’m not very good at getting him pussy. I’m shy. I’m a spazz. I can’t even get a woman in bed for myself. But, BUT he noted today that I have finally succeeded in helping him in this area. How did I finally manage this, you ask? Through writing this blog. DeeDee read it and was chomping at the bit to meet MasterDoc. It’s like a big, long, testimonial. I’m glad I could be of service.

Anniversary

Yesterday marked 2 years since the day MasterDoc and I first met in person. We didn’t get freaky that day but a couple of days later we did, and I blogged about him for the first time on August 2, 2007. One of the reasons I love having a blog is that I can read back and reminisce. If you read that old entry you’ll see that I said I wasn’t “wildly physically attracted to him” at first and he has never let me live that line down.

“There was that time you said I was fugly,” MasterDoc often brings up.

“I never said you were fugly! You’re not fugly!” I have since admitted that it wasn’t so much his looks not being for me but the fact that he was so much older than me. Yes, I realize that’s not much better. Ha ha. But I never thought he was fugly. Ever. And of course now that I love him dearly looking at him can turn me on something fierce. He is phenomenally sexy.

So you’d think we’d fuck like rabbits in commemoration of our first meeting, but he was tired and achy, and by the time we were naked and in bed I was tired as well. In the end, I went down on him for a while, and then he caressed me and “accessorized” while I masturbated with the Acuvibe Mini. I squirted on my Liberator Throe and was thankful I made sure to put it down under me first. Orgasms make me happy, and I was happy. Some nights full on sex just isn’t in the cards. And while I was really horny earlier in the day, I was totally content with how things went because, as I said, I was tired as well. We got in some quality cuddling time too.

Two happy years in my first D/s relationship. And hopefully there will be many more.

Brief Lull

If you follow my twitter, you’re aware that my laptop died on Sunday afternoon. It was working just fine Sunday morning, then I packed up and went home from MasterDoc’s and my computer would not start again when I got home. Davey and I had an adventure taking it apart as per the Dell website and it was surprisingly easy to do. That didn’t work so I called technical support (and paid for it as I’m past my warranty) and it was surmised that the motherboard went bad. Yup, the motherfucking motherboard. (Couldn’t resist that.)

So I ordered a new one but then realized that for just a bit more (motherboards are expensive, you see) I could have a whole new computer, especially if I purchased from the Dell outlet like I had before. By the end of Monday, I had ordered a new laptop. (I would have even bought one new, but I wouldn’t have gotten it until early August. Gasp!) It has shipped and I should get it Friday or Monday if all goes well. Right now, I’m taking over Davey’s computer while he’s not home.

So anyway, I’m very behind in blogging. And I will try to take some time tomorrow morning before work to catch up a little. I’ve missed out so far on telling you about a sybian ride Friday (followed by cleaning the kitchen floor, oh yes, there’s a method to MasterDoc’s madness!), hot sex Saturday night… hot anal sex Sunday afternoon… and a threesome last night. Just a typical week for your favorite kinky librarian.

Photo Shoot

My friend DivaSub came over to MasterDoc’s Thursday night to take pictures for me to feature on this blog. I now have HNT material for a while. The first time I hung out with DivaSub, she suggested that I should have more photos, and she offered to take them. I’m always up for a sexy woman taking half-naked and naked photos of me. I mean, duh, who would turn that down?

We hung out, had takeout delivered and enjoyed something to make us mellow. (Completely legal. Uh huh. No, really. What do you mean you don’t believe me?) I took a camera phone shot of her ample cleavage to share with my twitter followers, and we got down to business. (Was going to provide a link but I managed to get my twitpic account suspended. Oops, forgot that my naked boobies could upset people so.) I took my shirt off, and she liked that but hadn’t gotten a good shot. So I ended up taking my shirt off three times. Hee hee. I felt a little like some innocent being coerced into pornography – only there was absolutely no coercion needed. “Yeah baby, take your shirt off. Like that. Oh yeah, do it again!” (<-not really what she said)

Soon I was in underwear, and we were taking shots on my Liberator Scoop and Escape. They’re both black, and provided a nice background. I had a couple of costume changes. Mostly it was sexy underwear I pretty much never wear because it’s not all that comfortable (Including a sexy sheer bra that’s horrendously uncomfortable to wear). I got out my Lelo toys at one point (Nea and Liv), because they’re pretty and also because I really want to angle for a Gigi to review. Below is one of the photos featuring my Lelo toys.

Lelo

During the photo shoot, I felt a little like a porn model. I really enjoyed it a great deal. DivaSub is happily in a monogamous relationship, so I didn’t try to get her clothes off like I would have liked to. Man, the trouble the two of us would get up to if she was a free agent!

DivaSub was a great choice for photographer, because like me she’s a tall, voluptuous woman. She knew all the tricks to make the photos as flattering as possible. My fat is well hidden!

For something that contained practically no physical contact, the photo shoot was hot. I had such a blast. As I reveal photos, you’ll see some where you can tell I was smiling pretty much the whole time. I got some nice photos with my collar on, and some nice photos showing my face, which sadly I can’t share here. (I didn’t wear any makeup since I figured the shots would have to be faceless.) It was a very fun evening indeed.

Not Another Play-by-Play

As I sit down tonight to write about the fantastic sex I had last night, I think of how some days I get bored writing about sex. Mind you, I don’t get bored having sex. But some days it feels like I say the same thing over and over here, “Blah blah blah, penis in vagina, blah blah blah, moan, writhe, pant, gasp, blah blah blah, not allowed to come for a while, blah blah blah, amazing orgasm.”

Again, I repeat that doing all this isn’t the least bit boring. Oh no. It’s fantastically exciting. But writing about it some days makes me wanna snooze.

So instead of a play-by-play, I’m going to reflect here on some thoughts I had last night and some moments that were particularly hot/intense. We had sex twice, my collar was on, although even when we forget to put my collar on I fall into sub mode when we have sex. MasterDoc is pretty relaxed when my collar is off, but there’s the understanding that even without my collar sometimes there’s times where my added respect is warranted. For example, when he gives me a direct order. Or when we’re getting down and dirty in bed. That’s when I either put in the “Sirs” myself or he reminds me. I know that some people always call their Dom or owner “Master” or “Sir” but I’m very happy to be in a more relaxed relationship. I do, however, have to work harder on making use I use the honorific “Sir” when my collar is on. As much as I love submitting to him, I can have a hard time with remembering “Sir.”

I’m only human, and some days/moments submitting is hard. I don’t feel like doing what he’s asking of me, or I’m cranky, or I’m feeling rebellious. But sometimes, things are just the opposite. Last night I was delighted to submit to him, delighted to wear the collar. Being his sub felt so right. I didn’t want to take the collar off. I felt so happy and thankful that my submissive side has been fulfilled by this relationship with MasterDoc. I’ve never had a D/s relationship before, I’ve only played prior to this, but it feels so good.

And not only does it fulfill a part of me, submitting is also incredibly hot. I kept thinking last night how the fact that whenever he wants a blow job, he can just tell me to do it and he gets one – this is really hot. Vanilla guys have to sometimes persuade their girlfriends to blow them, a Dom merely requests what he wants and get it. And that power is sexy. The fact that he controls my orgasms makes my arousal more intense. I had a blissful period of time last night, when I was on all fours, hugging a pillow and being fucked from behind, where I was in such ecstasy and yet such tension wanting to come. He really pushed me last night, and I bit my thumb, moaned, opened my eyes every now and then (and then they’d roll back into my head). He really kept me on the edge for an extended period of time. And when I came I worked hard to not let my muscles push him out – I did quite well although controlling that results in a strange sort of orgasm. I come, but it’s in fits and spurts.

Earlier, I rode him, my legs weary from exercise but my spirit being willing enough to propel me up and down on his cock.

After I’ve come, I’m speechless. The only speech I manage to regain quickly is the ability to say, “Thank you, Sir.” Then I lay down and bask in the afterglow – and catch my breath. As I cuddled up close to him last night I thought, “Life is good. I’m happy.”

(We used a new riding crop I got to review last night, and the pain was part of the pleasure for me. A review will come along shortly.)

An Open Fan Letter to Sex Bloggers

While I am a sex blogger, I’m also an admirer of sex bloggers. I often lament that there’s not enough time in the day to follow all the excellent sex blogs out there. I have many in my feed reader but come across others all the time that I feel I should be following. I want to support the community by putting excellent blogs in my blogroll and by reading (and perhaps occasionally commenting although I’m not good about that) these quality blogs. Unfortunately, the more I put in my reader the less complete blog entries I manage to read. Being overwhelmed with sexy, informative, amusing, and moving posts tends to lead to more “quantity” and less “quality” in my sex blog reading life.

I sometimes find myself wishing that I lived or worked in New York City, because there’s all sorts of sexy events attended by sex bloggers on weekday evenings that are hard for me to get to. I’m sure they don’t realize this, but to an “outsider” (using the term loosely) the whole thing seems terribly glamorous. Who wouldn’t want to hang out with a bunch of sexy, sex-positive, smart and dynamic women? (Yes, there are guy bloggers too but I find myself mostly following women’s blogs.) I feel a bit like a groupie at times – wanting to be part of this glamorous grouping and yet feeling like I’m just dorky old me who doesn’t fit in.

Of course, all these sex bloggers (in NYC and elsewhere) who I admire probably think of themselves (at least some of the time) as “dorky old me” as well. I know that I certainly don’t think of myself as someone who’s part of the “cool crowd” but to someone on the outside I might seem that way. And that’s odd to think about. There’s a certain glamour to being a sex blogger, even if the blogger doesn’t feel that way about themselves. So I want to tell all you wonderful sex bloggers who I read: I look at you as the “cool kids” who I’d love to hang out with. And I appreciate that when it comes down to it, bloggers are regular people who welcome me to join them at these cool events. My only wish was that I was better able to get to them.

Fun – With My Clothes On!

I’ve been out on the town two nights in a row, but amazingly, I kept my clothes on the whole time! I know, shocking.

Wednesday I went to board game night at the LGBT Center with Michelle, the lovely lady I had a date with last Saturday (you know, the one I was spazzing about over twitter if you follow my twitter). As I walked up to her outside the center I did, finally, manage to kiss her. Yes, I can hear you all out there in the blogosphere saying, “Finally!” It was a pretty innocent sort of kiss but at least it’s a start. I had fun learning a new board game (El Grande) from some board-game-geek gay men. Whoo hoo! It was fun. Michelle and I were the only two women there. It wasn’t all gay men, as her boyfriend was also there.  Five of us sat at the El Grande table and I managed to come in third after the two guys who had played it before. Coolness. A few of us went out for some food afterwards. I had a great time but had to head home lest I miss one of the late trains and have to sit around the station for an hour. Michelle asked me to put in a good word in case any bi/lesbian women who love board games and live in New York might want to come around to Board Stiff one night. We need more women there!

Last night, I went to In The Flesh for the first time. A whole slew of sex bloggers were there – I got to hang out with Catalina, Diva, Tess, and Mina; I got to meet Natt Nightly (who is indeed the butch I was ogling at the sex blogger calendar party – Natt is very cute), Twanna from Funky Brown Chick and Jack of Writing Dirty plus a few other people I’m forgetting. The readings were fun, and the company was wonderful. I hope to hang out with them more in the future. Oh, and if you get a chance to go – there’s delicious mini cupcakes served. Get there early to get the cupcakes!

I managed to get to In the Flesh from MasterDoc’s place in the Bronx via subway and bus. First time doing that but luckily I was able to get trains that connected up and dropped me just about a block away from In the Flesh.

So as day two of my vacation goes on, I’m in a good mood and I’ve had some fun. I have a wedding to go to this weekend (urgh!). And hopefully MasterDoc will feel better when I head back to his place on Sunday.

Blogiversary – 2 Years Old

This blog is 2 years old as of today. It’s funny, when I started it I said it would probably be less sexual than my old one. Ha! If anything I think it’s moreso. My old blog ran from 8/28/04 to 9/12/05, so I’ve been a consistent blogger for a total of three years with a 2 year or so break in between. Groovy.

I’m going back on my word and taking on a third company to review toys from. Sextoy.com has offered that I become a reviewer and I can’t resist! I will try to keep the reviewing under control, but I’ve just become this total sex toys whore I can’t help it! Don’t worry, the tales of me and MasterDoc will certainly continue.

Thanks for reading. And if you’re a reader why not say hi and leave a comment? Just one, then you can go back to lurking.

More details at Best Sex Bloggers

I wasn’t happy with my last entry’s description of the sex, so I wrote up an alternate entry and put it up over at Best Sex Bloggers. Hope you enjoy!

NYC Sex Bloggers Calendar Party

Much name dropping lies ahead!

MasterDoc and I went to the calendar party last night. I have to give him a special thanks as he was so kind to get me there by the time the doors opened – despite horrific traffic. So we got gift bags from Babeland and were among the first people in the door. (And the people standing in line outside waiting for the doors to open.)

I had been in touch with Lilly before the party and I knew she’d be just inside the door handing out bags with Bad Bad Girl. So even though I’ve scarcely seen a picture of her before I recognized her as I came in. The gift bags went fast and the place was packed throughout the night.

Diva came over and introduced herself to me. I’ve been chatting with her on twitter so it was nice to put a face to the name. I bought some raffle tix from her in the hopes of winning something like the rolling toy trunk from For Your Nymphomation or the Njoy Eleven, or the Njoy Pure Wand. *sigh* I didn’t win any of those but later walked out with a NaughtiNano, a vibrator which plugs into your iPod. I soon got to meet Tess as well and even got to touch her tits as promised in the promotion for the party.

MasterDoc and I had drinks and relaxed while the party got started. I went off in search of where to pick up my calendar, as well as saying hi to Audacia Ray and have her introduce me to Vera from For Your Nymphomation. (I will be reviewing something from them shortly. Can’t let you know about it yet, though!) I wanted to meet Vera because, if you follow my twitter feed you know, we had a misunderstanding via twitter. It is impossible to get the tone of a message through the internet and I took her message to be snarky in tone, when that’s not what she meant at all. We have long since made up and she was kind enough to give me a prototype necklace they’re working on. I’ll wait to tell you all about it when Vera says they’ll become available. But it’s very nice (just like something I wanted from Tiffany’s) and will be reasonably priced (unlike the necklace from Tiffany’s).

I had loads of stuff and bags in my arms by this time, and the place was getting very crowded, so MasterDoc and I took a walk to his car to put things away and to get some air. It was a lovely night in NYC last night – unseasonably warm. We shared a falafel at the place next door to the party and then went back in. I asked Lilly to introduce me to Catalina, as I hadn’t recognized her as of yet. It’s fun to walk up to someone, have them look at you wondering who you are and then reach out a hand and say, “I’m Nadia, the kinky librarian,” and have them smile and know just who you are. It was great to meet Catalina too (she of the oh so many blogs). She introduced me to Dimitri from Vibe Review, who I started being an affiliate with a short while back. (Between them and Babeland I don’t think I need to look around for more places to buy my sex toys.) Social spaz that I am it took me a moment or two before I introduced MasterDoc. Catalina said, “Ohh,” took one look at him and said, “You don’t look kinky!” I think that works to his advantage. He looks like a nice Jewish doctor you can take home to mother, but really he’s a very perverted man. (I’m so lucky to have him for my Dom!)

So yes, it was a busy night meeting a lot of people, with some time spent hanging out with MasterDoc as I’m not always the most sociable person in a room. My friend Mina was supposed to be there but I missed her if she was. I kept an eye open for divasub and her boyfriend/Dom but if they were there I didn’t see them either. I saw Rachel Kramer Bussel, who I’ve met once or twice before but I doubted she would remember me. (One time she was working the door at an all-women play party I went to. And I’m not sure I met her more than that one time. I once, a few years back, had a sexual dream with her in it, and she caught wind of my blog entry saying so and she mentioned it on her blog. Between her and Essin’ Em I’ve had two sex blogger sexual dreams. lol)

We also ran into the bartender from the swing club we visited on Wednesday night. She grabbed my butt and I turned around to see who had done it. I was happy to see it was a cute woman but it took me a second to recognize her out of the context of the club. MasterDoc and I were going to go to the other swing club last night, but we opted to go back to the one where the bartender worked. We had a nice time hanging out there after the party, but we didn’t do a lot of playing. We had a couple of drinks when we got there and MasterDoc, who doesn’t drink much at all, felt the alcohol so we had to hang out until he felt sobered up again before playing.

We ended up in the back S&M room as usual. We spooned and he slid his hand under my tights into my panties to play with my pussy. It’s funny how even though you couldn’t see anything with his hand down my pants, there were still single guys who were eager to watch. He had me take my tights and panties off and he played with me some more. He slapped my thighs, and again my pain tolerance was pretty decent thankfully. He had me suck his cock for a while, which I really enjoyed. He asked me which would I prefer – being beaten or getting fucked. I think I surprised both of us when I said I’d rather have the beating. (I wasn’t really feeling horny last night, I think MasterDoc wasn’t either.) He had me lay on my stomach and he spanked me a little bit, then he had me get up on the spanking bench.

He went to town on my butt, using slapper, flogger(s), and his hand. He told me to play with myself and kept asking if I was wet. Unfortunately I just wasn’t getting wet last night. I think he planned to fuck me on the bench but ultimately that didn’t happen. We soon got dressed and hung out some more before deciding to leave for the night.