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July 4th Weekend

Published on July 5, 2011 in anal, bdsm, blow jobs, cunnilingus, cunt, D/s, drunk, exhibitionism, forced orgasm, masochism, masturbation, non-monogamy, orgasm on command, sex, sex parties, shio, slut, squirting, submissive, swinging, the wrestler and Uncategorized. 0 Comments

Yup, I’m the lame-ass sex blogger who keeps finding it hard to sit down and write. I’ve had adventures this past weekend and only now I’m sitting down to record it. The details are probably fuzzy, but I hope I’ll still manage to convey the fireworks I enjoyed – all of them indoors.

Sunday night I enjoyed a purely sexual, purely casual encounter. The wrestler came over for our first encounter without MasterDoc. MasterDoc was supposed to go out with DeeDee for the evening but they both stayed home after all so they were off in the living room while I was getting it on. I reveled in having a guy come over for hot fucking but without any other sort of relationship attached. (Don’t get me wrong, relationship sex is awesome too. This is just enjoyable for its own sake.) He’s still damn hot. I mentioned our sex toys as we went into the bedroom, he said, “I don’t need sex toys. I use my body, my hands, those are my sex toys.” Rawr.

We got naked and he quickly had me pinned to the bed. This simple act is enough to get me hot. I let him know that MasterDoc decided he didn’t want the wrestler spitting on me (something he did last time without negotiating, I enjoyed it but certainly MasterDoc’s directions on this will be followed). He grumbled a little, but he heeded the request.

He does a phenomenal job just taking me – the kind of sex I so often fantasize about. He straddled my chest and I flicked my tongue over his balls when they got near. I love playing with someone who likes that I’m a dirty slut. I lapped at his balls and cock. He uses his body to keep me still (not that I’m trying to get away, mind you) while doing nasty things to me. He wrapped his legs around one of mine and fingered me to orgasm over and over again. If I believed in god I’d thank it for such an awesome ability to orgasm.

He fucked me from behind and pretty much climbed on top of me. He pushes his cock in as far as it will go, and as he’s lean that’s pretty much to the base. I joked afterward that I didn’t know why I was so tired, all I did was lie there and orgasm. He fucked me from on top, pinning my arms down with his and my legs with his. It is quite an experience.

We took a break since it was hot and, well, he had certainly been exerting himself. We chatted a bit, kinda awkward with someone you don’t really know and don’t intend to have a relationship with. But sex often requires a bit of a rest break. (The kind I have does anyway.) During the break he thanked me for the “very flattering” post on him last time.

Then he said, “Ok, enough of this, why don’t you come over here and suck my cock.” Oh yeah.

There was lots of gagging, lots of rough stuff. At one point, I could feel the bile rise from my stomach as he kept his cock thrust down my throat and I gagged. I felt all subby. It’s nice to experience such physical, rough sex since not everyone is in shape for it. (Heh, I told the wrestler that it’s good I didn’t meet him 60 lbs ago – I don’t think I would have been able to handle the pounding.) He fucked me up the ass, plowing into me like no one has before. Jesus. It felt great but I kept worrying that I’d end up with a perforated bowel. (Ok, not really but the thought entered my mind.) I was body sore the next day like I often am from exercising. I know it’s from such physical sex Sunday night. My back was a bit sore, and for next time I need to tell him to be careful with my wrist since it’s been finicky since I sprained it a while back.

But it was fun. And I came so hard and for so long that I couldn’t help but shake the depression that had been hounding me all weekend.

The night before that, Saturday, I went out to the swing club with MasterDoc for the first time in a while. I had mixed feelings about going out. I had only just complained to him that it had been a while since we went out, (we stayed in the night before) but then I was struggling with a depression that made me a bit antisocial. Also, Saturday nights at the club are couples only (and single women, there actually was one there!) so I was concerned that I’d just feel like the lure to get MasterDoc pussy. (And he’d say, “What’s wrong with that?” He thinks it’s my duty as his sub to get him pussy. I am just not good at that sort of thing. Any other subs reading this responsible for helping get pussy (or cock) for your Dom?)

Despite my earlier mood, I managed to be fairly social. (Alcohol helped.) We chatted with a cute, young Australian couple, and then a sexy Colombian woman we had met at a private party a few years back. (I didn’t recognize her at first, but she remembered MasterDoc having the sybian!) Everyone was nice and friendly, but but no one seemed particularly interested in us. I was chatty and complimented MasterDoc often, but it didn’t help ultimately. Elusive Pussy 1, Nadia 0.

I convinced MasterDoc to go make our own fun. I was so horny by this point. Dancing and moving my body to salsa plus the alcohol in my bloodstream led me to rub my ass up against MasterDoc’s crotch. He took me into the room with the large bed and fucked me hard after I lavished oral love on his cock. A new couple came in and fucked nearby, enjoying themselves but mostly the guy was enjoying watching me. I came screaming and squirted all over the bed. After, MasterDoc went to bathroom telling me, “Don’t get into trouble while I’m gone young lady.” The couple moved over to the bed and I apologized for the wet spot. The woman said, “Oh it’s okay it just means you were enjoying yourself!” as they found a dry spot. I was still naked and I figured playing with myself wasn’t getting into trouble. The guy of the couple was digging it. When MasterDoc returned he made me squirt again via his tongue and fingers since the guy was eager to see it. Alas, the couple left because they were getting pelted with my squirt as I came and MasterDoc slapped my pussy. They didn’t seem offended by it, they just understandably didn’t want to get sprayed with a stranger’s bodily fluids.

Having had just a little too much to drink, I rested on a sofa while MasterDoc went off “perving.” (Seeing what else was going on in the club.) That couple from the bedroom showed up again. She was an enthusiastically sexual Latina and he was a very fit black guy. Dude was eager to see my pussy again, and he gently spread my legs while MasterDoc was there. Rowr. He played with my pussy for a bit while his girl sucked him off. Since it was getting late, I had to excuse myself and go use the bathroom before we headed out. But when I came back MasterDoc was fingering the Latina while she went down on her boyfriend. I made my pussy available again to try to “be a good submissive” and help prolong MasterDoc’s play. He decided to stop after a few moments since it was so late.

We got home 4 am and I crashed hard. But I had enjoyed myself thoroughly.

In the Meantime…

Published on May 29, 2011 in attraction, bdsm, blow jobs, cunnilingus, cunt, D/s, dating, dom, drunk, horny, humiliation play, kink, masturbation, non-monogamy, orgasm denial, orgasm on command, sex, sex toys, shio, slut, squirting, submissive and Uncategorized. 0 Comments

Yes my friends, I have been “the blogger who slacks off” for the past 10 days or so. I’ve written about having a bit of burnout after years of blogging, but I never seem to get to the point where I want to stop.

So what have you all missed in my sexual adventures? Well of course I’ve had the pleasure of sex with MasterDoc several times. Last Thursday evening, we were hanging out with DeeDee, her other boyfriend, MasterDoc’s (and my) friend Liz, who was visiting from across the country, and my friend DivaSub, when MasterDoc escaped into the bedroom for a while. The rest of us were still having fun socializing and DivaSub was about to tell a story about the horrific hoarder apartment she had been to recently, (She’s an opera singer, she’s quite theatrical in her storytelling.) when my phone rang. It was MasterDoc calling from the next room.

He wanted to know if I’d come into the bedroom and suck his cock. I found it simultaneously amusing and arousing to know he was beckoning his submissive into the bedroom to take care of his sexual desires. I wanted to hear DivaSub’s tale though, so I asked to do that, and he let me. Next thing I know he’s serving us all sorbet – probably to get dessert out of the way and bring the social evening to a close.

Sorbet finished, DivaSub’s story finished, and MasterDoc reminds me he wants me in the bedroom. I said goodnight to everyone and slipped off to him.

The main thing I remember, now that it’s days later, is that he fucked me silly even though I was pretty tired by that time. When doesn’t he fuck me silly? It’s a regular occurrence now for him to fuck me to the point where I very nearly ask him to stop. He takes me to the point where I don’t think I can come anymore and then he makes me do it again. When he’s finished with me I collapse onto the bed, exhausted.

I knew that since he had a full house this weekend, I’d end up spending time at my place for the first extended period of time in weeks. (I had to go grocery shopping Friday night after work since I had fuckall at my place.) His girlfriend J. was visiting, as was his friend Liz, and of course there was DeeDee and MasterDoc at home. I had a chance to see MasterDoc on Saturday when J and Liz went out for the afternoon.

I asked him to come to my place, and somehow even though the whole maneuver wasn’t a secret, it felt illicit. It was strange but I enjoyed it too. I think knowing we had just a little time together made it all the more exciting. I was very horny and started off without him – reading male Dom/fem sub erotica. (Edited by the lovely Rachel Kramer Bussel who I’ve been fortunate to meet. I make no money off that link, I’m just sharing the book title.) I got out my Gigi vibe, lay on my purple Liberator fascinator throe (I got one for my place too) and made myself come. I think part of me worried that MasterDoc wouldn’t be able to make it, and I figured I should just go ahead and get off while thinking about him.

He came over a little later and I was so happy to see him you’d think I hadn’t seen him in weeks. He needed time to settle in but I tried to move things towards the bed as soon as possible. (Hey, when you live in a studio, you don’t need to change rooms.)

He asked about what toys I had in my place and he was interested to check out the Wahl massager. I keep a wedge-shaped attachment on it and he used that to place the vibe up against his perineum (or “taint” for those less technically inclined) while I sucked his cock. Ooh he loved that. I lavished affection on his cock and made him rock hard in no time. I took him deep into my throat – I wondered what it felt like on his cock head while my throat muscles convulsed a little from nearly gagging.

He used the Wahl on me next, and made me come so hard, so fast. This was not without a bit of teasing, but if you recall I had warmed myself up earlier. He had me kneel with my ass in the air. “I love seeing your pussy on display like that.” Even without contact my cunt felt like it had been caressed.

He fucked me. Again, until I was feeling exhausted. He teased me and then made me come when it sounded like I couldn’t take it anymore. I thought about how much I love being the hole he fucks until he’s satisfied. That bit of objectification made me hot.

I found myself thinking a little, but then the internal monologue would shut up entirely as I became the orgasm. Over and over again, I’d be lost in the high of coming. Thought became unnecessary.

It wasn’t until the second round that I told him about my love of being his hole. Since I was exhausted he got on top. Apparently I wasn’t too exhausted to come a whole bunch again.

He wears me out. He’s in his mid-50s and he wears me, a woman in her late 30s who has recently lost a lot of weight and has been exercising, out. If I were at all religious I’d be saying, “Praise Jesus!” right now. But I know that it’s not Jesus I have to thank for that cock.

Our time together was relatively brief but so very fulfilling I happily went about my day being a homebody after he left.

Besides my still being crazy for MasterDoc and the wonderful sex he provides, I had a date a week ago with a nice guy. We met up for drinks, then had dinner, and by the end were flirting shamelessly and he was trying to persuade me to head to New Jersey with him to his place, and he’d drive me home in the morning. After some thought, and some comments on how I’d rather save penetration for another time, he convinced me, and my drunken self got on a bus to New Jersey with him.

We had a damn good time rolling around, having oral sex and him rubbing his cock on me and between my ass cheeks. He made me come a whole bunch of times. I was quite happy to have gone home with him. I asked to sleep in the guest room since I was in a new place (I almost inevitably don’t sleep well in a new place) and I didn’t have earplugs on me since I hadn’t expected to go home with him. (I sleep every night, since college, with earplugs. I’m such a light sleeper.)

The next morning, we fooled around some more, and then got bagels on the way to dropping me off at MasterDoc’s. I really like the guy. I hope he comes back for more.

The one drawback? MasterDoc had been plotting with Blondie for her to come over and both of them to top me again. Doh. But I got home too late and was simply exhausted from not sleeping well. It will have to wait for another time.

Sex Worker Literati

Published on December 4, 2009 in blogs, D/s, dom, drunk, intellectual freedom, musings, sex, sex work, sex work awareness and Uncategorized. 1 Comment

Even when I’m not having sex, I’m often listening to stories about sex, talking about sex, or reading about sex. Last night I went to Sex Worker Literati in Manhattan, hosted by Audacia Ray and David Henry Sterry. If you live near NYC you really should go. I had a wonderful time.
I met up with Diva and Tess beforehand for some inexpensive food picked up at the cheap dumpling place down the street. ($3 for dinner and I didn’t even finish it!) and brought to one of their usual bars for drinks with dinner. I got to meet Lucy Vonne for the second time and overall had a wonderful bit of hanging out with everyone. Later on, Twisted Monk showed up, and I got to meet him this time whereas I had only seen him at the sex blogger calendar party. I felt kinda left out though, as I was the only one there without a smart phone/touch screen. I’ve always been really behind with my cell phones. It was only 1 or 2 years ago that I finally got a phone with a camera in it. Yup, call me the cell phone luddite. I’m lusting after an iPhone right about now, but not sure on my librarian salary if I can afford the monthly data charge. I got to hear from Diva about some new and exciting plans she and Tess have. (Of course, I will keep schtum about these until they unveil their ideas. But they’re good ideas as always.)

Twisted Monk is nice, funny, sexy and cute. Damn. No wonder the man can make a living as a pro Dom. (He talked about this for his part of the readings last night.) Of course, his main claim to fame is his popular bondage rope company.

The readings were funny, enlightening and made me really think about why I support sex worker rights. We’re fed stereotypes by the media, but people aren’t stereotypes – they’re people. Sex workers are multi-dimensional human beings, regardless of what you think about the “morality” of sex work. I am happy and proud to have known a variety of sex workers in my life – they’ve been intelligent, (and often quite educated), nice and fun people to be around. When I first had the pleasure of meeting Audacia Ray she was doing sex work and working on her master’s degree. (I was working on my master’s degree at the time too, and wishing I had the cojones and business acumen to get into sex work. It would have paid much, much better than my part-time paraprofessional library jobs alone. But yes, there was the whole illegality thing to consider.) Heck, a while back I realized that MasterDoc and I getting paid to do our bdsm shows makes us sex workers. While we are among the privileged ones, (not all sex workers are middle to upper-middle-class and college educated) I still think the point must be made that sex workers are human beings, and as such they should not be treated like so much trash left out on the street. (It might even be helpful to remember that sex worker clients are human beings as well. And as all the political/religious sex “scandals” have shown, they are often people you already know.)

Making prostitution illegal has never stopped prostitution from going on. The only thing it really manages to do is make prostitutes more vulnerable. They become easy targets for the dregs of society as they can’t exactly go to the police when they’ve been blackmailed, assaulted, raped, and possibly someone has tried to kill them. I think the whole illegality of prostitution is rooted in sexism, homophobia and transphobia – after all, most sex workers are women, men who sell themselves to men, and transgender people. They are part of groups of people already marginalized by society and already vulnerable. If heterosexual men could make a living by selling their sexual favors, do you think that prostitution would be illegal? It’s just an opinion, but I don’t.

While I’m not a libertarian, I think I tend to like them since they’re usually quite supportive of all sex work being legal. (I’m kinda politically unaffiliated, having come from an extreme left/liberal ideology and was once fond of socialism (not anymore) and anarchy (still to a certain extent).)

So while having a fab time last night I was tweeting up a storm. As always, tweeting from my luddite’s phone is one-sided. After tweeting about the joys of chocolate martinis I received a text from MasterDoc saying, “not TOO much booze babe.” Darn. I had planned on one more drink, but I got a soda instead. It was cute when I told Monk about this as he tried to help me think of a loophole, “What if someone else bought you a drink?” Nothing like a Dom trying to help you circumvent your Dom. Hee hee. I said no, he would still be unhappy if I drank too much.

Now on the outside, it looks like I simply submitted to MasterDoc and did as he wished. But in my head went a whole thought process:

“Aw man! I wanted another drink! How much is too much alcohol? I’m not feeling all that drunk. Could I justify one more drink as not being too much? I think MasterDoc would be unhappy with me having four martinis in one night though. And I could never lie to him. Damn. Ok, I won’t have another.” It’s a struggle. In the end, however, I thought MasterDoc’s point of view was right. I was perfectly happy that I didn’t go for one more drink. He was watching out for me. Granted, one more drink probably wouldn’t have made a HUGE difference, but I really did not need another.

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Coming up is the International Day to End Violence Against Sex Workers on December 17th. Please, let’s promote the idea of sexual freedom for all and safety for ALL workers. And to support the work of Sex Work Awareness, please buy a NYC Sex Blogger Calendar (there’s a special offer there for the month of December from Audacia Ray).

Drunken Post at 4 a.m.

Published on May 31, 2008 in drunk. 3 Comments

It’s 4:15 in the morning, I’m drunk and I had a great time at karaoke. However, B. did not even so much as try to kiss or cuddle me. Now of course perhaps she’s like me and not prone to making the first move. Or perhaps it was just awkward with her boyfriend around. I dunno. But at any rate I had a good time dancing and singing although I’m upset that the song I programmed in (“I’m No Good” by Amy Winehouse) didn’t come up. *pout*

I wish I had something more interesting to say. I’m drunk you’d think I’d talk about all sorts of things, but alas, I’m boring. Soon I’ll crawl into bed and hopefully I’ll sleep late. Really late.