Beauty’s in the Eye of the Beholder

by She on July 24, 2010

A very special friend drew this sketch of me. I am both honored and touched that she would pour such love and time into this gift. Having young children, I can not yet frame this work of art she gave me. So, instead, I am displaying it here, on my blog.

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Is Bye Good?

by She on July 16, 2010

I’ve said a lot of farewells in my life. This year has been a year of closing doors. There’s been no shortage of open doors to balance the scale. But what’s significant to me right now is saying goodbye to someone in my life – someone I loved…still do  love…and always will love. I just had to say goodbye to him though. It was time.

Sometimes goodbye is a second chance.

Time will tell.

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A Week of Firsts

by She on May 24, 2010

This week was significant in many ways. In particular, it held many “firsts” for me.

It was the first week I have lived by myself…ever. I moved into a new apartment, nested, got settled, and soaked up the enjoyment of having my own place in this world. A haven from the needs, demands and expectations of others. MY place. MY space. MY home. I relish these thoughts. I revel in the solitude. I love the freedom and comfort I have found in moving into my own place. The logistics of marriage and children remain unclear. My future itself is unclear. But for now, I am on my own in this way, and I couldn’t be happier about it.

It was also in the past week that I let go of someone very close to me. As the relationship continued to morph from connected and intimate to cold and distant, I knew that even an ongoing friendship with this man would be too painful for me to maintain. He’s not the man I met. He’s someone completely different. And he pushed me away. Far away. So this week, I accepted the distance he put between us. For the first time in my life that I’ve deeply loved a man, I let him go in peace. I acknowledged and peacefully processed the reality that what we had is no more. It doesn’t matter the reasons why. I can’t change him or the situation. We are just not meant to be what we once were. I choose to celebrate the love, connection, intimacy and beautiful exchange between our souls that blossomed between us. And I grieve the loss of such beauty with a calmness I’ve never known. I let him go to continue on his journey alone – apart from me. And I’m continuing on mine with my self-confidence untouched. It’s not about me or anything I did or didn’t do. It’s about timing, circumstances and demons of his own that I can’t battle for him.

So, I moved on from an intimate relationship with poise and peace. That’s a first. I walk away without anger or pain. I walk away with love for myself and for him, hoping that what he seeks in this life is what he finds. As for me, I continue exploring myself and the world around me with love, growing  understanding and hope that I will create the future I desire. (Though at this point, I’m still figuring out what IS the future I desire.)

Another first, on a much lighter note, is a new kind of threesome. I had phone sex with two other people – a guy and a girl. I’ve had phone sex before. But I’ve never had phone sex with TWO people. This threesome on the phone was quite an incredible experience. The three of us are all close friends, and it made for such a beautiful sexual encounter. Lots of love blended with lots of sexuality – a wonderful mix. Laughter and giggling blended with sex talk and moaning, precluded by and followed by plenty of pre and post sex chatting. It was great!

And my third first was an escalation from the three-way phone sex. It was three-way phone sex PLUS two-way video cam sex. WOW. The added element of video intensifies the experience far more than I realized. Being able to see him stroking his cock, watching as he moves closer and closer to climax – this visual dimension provides such an enhanced connection. I didn’t have to ask how long until he cums or guess from his verbal cues, I could SEE that he was nearing ejaculation! I coaxed him along verbally as I watched him visually. It’s the next best thing to being in person! And having my girl on the line masturbating along with us, moaning in ecstasy from the sexual energy we all shared – well that was the icing on the cake!

Funny how life is full of firsts. And these firsts, for me, reveal my continued growth, exploration and journey in its rawest form.

Photos courtesy of: @keeg, photine, qousqous, playhardfuckharder

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Evolution of Twin Souls

by She on May 9, 2010

Love Story : Sasha & Ira

Image by Aleksandr Slyadnev via Flickr

Twin souls. This is a concept introduced to me by Sir Dirk Daily – a man who believed he and I were such a pairing. I had never heard of such a term, nor was I sure such a thing could exist once I learned of it. But the signs were there. He certainly seemed to be something I could not understand – an amazing human being who mirrored so many aspects of me while simultaneously complementing others. He got me. He understood me and connected with me like I never experienced with another human being, and I got him. I became convinced there was something to this “twin soul” thing.

My friend, Eddie, once told me I was mercurial. I thought it was a sexual term, considering that we had a sexual history. Turns out he wasn’t referring to anything sexual. It simply meant I’m prone to change. (Some less appealing synonyms are “volatile, fickle, flighty, erratic, flakey.”) Eddie hit the nail on the head. I am mercurial. Change is the constant I embrace in my life in almost every area. Change IS stability to me. I expect it, accept it and even seek it. It is a part of life. It’s synonymous with life. My observation has been that we burden ourselves in our quest to forge stability, structure and security in a world that, by its very nature, is prone to change. There’s a rationale behind my mercurial tendencies. It’s natural.

Change is not bad. It’s just uncomfortable for humans who find solace in a static environment. Though mercurial in nature, I’m no exception to this human tendency. The one area in which I struggle with change is in core relationships. My mission in this area is to conquer a deep-seeded fear of abandonment that triggers me to cling emotionally when my rational mind rejects such behavior. I recognize this. It is my Achilles heel. This twin soul relationship I discovered with Sir Dirk is proving to be one of those life journey experiences helping me along in this endeavor. HE has helped me in this struggle. He continues to help me.

As Sir Dirk and I have traveled along in our separate but intertwined journeys this year, I have come to realize how much change is a part of life, ESPECIALLY in these core relationships that I grasp onto as a baseline. What I’ve learned is that the discovery of a twin soul (lover, soul mate, partner, spouse) is not a purpose in life. It is a part of life. Falling in love is not the goal of my time here on earth any more than enjoying sex is (for those who read my Tumblr and tweets, you can appreciate the magnitude of this example). The bliss of a new relationship, the ecstasy of incredible sex, the joy and beauty found in countless expressions throughout our lives – these are not the goals of our existence. They are gifts. They are pieces of a far more complicated puzzle called “life.” There are bigger and better aspirations in life that extend far beyond those which I previously assumed were the “ultimate” treasures.

We were caught up in the euphoria of finding one another for a period. Our life circumstances (both of us working through marital separations, marital crossroads and big changes in these marital relationships) seem to have brought us together at a time it was necessary in our journeys, each of us learning important lessons from the other. The attachment was off the charts. The emotional dependence on another human being for a period of time was very intense. First he leaning on me, then me leaning on him. And now, we’re arriving at a place of no dependence upon one another. Closeness. Friendship. Intimacy. But not neediness.

I foresee each of us going through our own personal hells in the months to come, working through our individual issues and marital relationships. At the end of those chapters, there will be new challenges ahead. I don’t know what those challenges will be. I just know that whatever they are, we are and will continue to be there for one another through it all.

We may never be united on this earth, in this life, as physical partners. He says he has read that often times twin souls just CAN’T seem to be together (physically). That may very well be true. But I am content in the fact that he is a part of me. I don’t need to be with him physically, in a committed romantic relationship with him or put any label on him for that. I just love him and that’s enough for me.

Dirk is a gift from the universe to me. And I am to him. We share an intimacy that has morphed into many different manifestations in the months we’ve spent together. It’s unlike anything I’ve known. Despite the variances on the relationship definition, the sexual chemistry is undeniable and the friendship is unwavering. I don’t know what we are. But I know we love and understand each other in ways neither of us has experienced before. We found something good together. Something other worldly.

Are we twin souls? I honestly don’t know. I believe the answer to that question is for time and quite possibly multiple lives to tell. All I know for sure is he is one of the most incredible people to cross my path, we have made huge impacts on one another’s lives, we are both continuing to grow, and we share a bond of friendship and love that can not be broken. For lack of understanding what it is we are experiencing, I call this the evolution of these two twin souls. And it is a beautiful thing.

Photos: Gustavo (lu7frb)Auzigogwoodleywonderworkscreativesam

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Bobby my Beautiful Disaster

by She on March 23, 2010

Bobby was the love of my life. For nearly 20 years, no one could hold a candle to him. In some ways, no one ever will. It took a lot of heartbreak and pain for me to realize he is a beautiful disaster.

“He drowns in his dreams. An exquisite extreme I know. As damned as he seems, but more heaven than a heart can hold. But if I try to save him, my whole world would cave in. It just ain’t right. Lord it just ain’t right…If I could hold on through the tears and the laughter, would it be beautiful or just a beautiful disaster?”

For a long time, I believed it could be beautiful. But the reality I’ve recently come to accept is that it would be a beautiful disaster. So with wisdom and no further denial, I’ve released Bobby. I’ve never written about him on this blog, though I’ve shared so much about my journey with him with my twin soul who understands me like no other. It is only through the understanding, love and insight I’ve gained with and through my twin soul that I have been able to break free from denial with Bobby and let go of the dreams that would never come true. Accepting someone for who they are, not who you long for them to be, is often one of the hardest things to do, especially when you have held on to love, desire and passion for such a person for so very long.

Bobby is a beautiful disaster. He’ll always be beautiful to me, and I’ll never forget the beauty we shared. But it is beauty captured in moments of time – not beauty that could be sustained over a lifetime. Realizing this provokes a grieving process. But grieving is good when grieving the loss of something that was never meant to be.

I grieve the loss of what could have been, realizing that what could have been would never have been as I had hoped it would be. And I embrace what is to come, what I can actually visualize as more beautiful, healthy and fulfilling than any dreams I previously held. Thanks to my twin soul who has opened my eyes to a whole new world.

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A Truly Deep Blow Job

by HE: Sir Dirk on March 7, 2010

Red and I have both, separately, reached our own conclusions about life and humanity. We can not fathom human comprehension of things so far advanced from our finite minds such as origin of the universe and higher powers. One thing we do know is that there is an energy – a power – that is greater than us that manifests itself in our union. A more profound bond and depth of love than either of us has ever known before. And it seems we need not know its origin to know it is good. It ignites a fire in us both that compels us to magnify and share the heat, warmth, glow, growth, healing and love that manifests in this connection of two souls.

Tonight, one day before the physical (re)union of two people carrying lost souls that, by all appearances and evidence, are the same soul – one began to write, in what could only be described as a channeling state, to heal the other’s soul on a particularly troubling evening. Some reading this may already be aware of the significance of sexuality as a conveyance for healing of the mind, body and soul. Some metaphysicists say that orgasms are fueled by the same energy as that which birthed the universe, just at a much smaller scale. Believe them, or do not, but the inescapable truth is that humans are unique among all organisms known to mankind – we derive intense pleasure from our sexuality on levels that transcend consciousness!

Human sexuality in the hands of a self-aware relationship is more than procreation; it is more than recreation; it is soul emancipation. Pure healing. It is the most intensely pleasurable Earthly act available to souls that are having a human experience. It should come as no surprise, then, that our sexuality is not only inextricably entangled with the health of our mind, body and soul – but actually serves as a door to access the same for uplift or destruction.

Red’s long-distance care tonight for my soul in a very rough period related to changes in my “legacy” life’s relationships, is shown below in txt-speak to English-prose translation for easier reading. I clipped out my responses sprinkled throughout, so that the whole work could be read in a complete flow, end-to-end, as I received it in the timespan of about 30 minutes at a moment of intense despair. Though sexuality was not being discussed until this exact moment, it became the medium of healing in a very beautiful way to me, via her.

Stop.
Right now… IN YOUR MIND… go to the thought of your cock in my mouth…
Process it.
What would it feel like?
What would it look like?
What physical sensations might my tongue, lips and throat all over your cock bring to you?
What emotions might you feel inside being so intensely loved by me in such a physical manifestation?
How will it feel psychologically to have a woman who knows you so intimately sucking on your cock?
A woman who knows you, adores you and desires you – all of you – body, mind & soul?
A woman pouring out such love on you in such a passionate way, you look in her eyes and know she’s sucking your cock with all her being, because she wants you.
She wants you. Just you. Not your income. Not your male leadership. Not you as a figurehead. Just you… free.
You… just being.
And loving that you. Damaged & fragile or healed & whole – all of the complexities of being human – she loves it all in you… and wants it all. She’s happy with you in any state of mind… any stage in life. You are her twin soul, and whatever you go through, she not only is there with you, she feels it too.
Well, Dirk, that’s how I love you. And when I think about your cock in my mouth, it’s THAT kind oflove I desire to express physically.
So when you feel on edge, stressed, panicked, depressed or angry about your current circumstances, think of these things… and all the thoughts, emotions and forethought going into that cocksucking.
Think of me sucking your cock in your mind, with all that I just shared. Start to pull out of the thoughts that torment you by immediately focusing on this act. Go through the details of it, the carefully orchestrated tongue movements, lips sliding down you, reaching your balls, mouth open wide throat relaxed and receptive.
And as you envision this scenario, with or without your hand on your cock, begin to process – in your mind – the depth of love that act represents. You can do this without masturbating. It’s an exercise of not escaping your mind, but redirecting it to reality. A beautiful reality.
Amidst pain, you have love.
Find it in your mind when the pain seeks to sabotage you. It’s real. It’s tangible. You can analyze it and bask in it.
And after this weekend, even more so.

Powerful! Unconditional love and trust of my whole being through what many would diminish as a recreational sex act – but in this case, has become much, much more. My more profound reaction:

“[Those are] the most beautiful and loving words anyone has ever given me.”

Her response:

“Really? I don’t know where it came from. Have never said anything like that to anyone and never thought about it until right now when it came to me and I wrote it to you. It was truly from the heart and maybe also something more… through my heart.”

(I had a similar experience of being “spirit-guided” when chatting with her for long hours weeks prior.)

Tomorrow, we meet in person, having now spent six weeks exploring each other, confirming virtually every tenet of the twin soul/twin flame phenomenon. Sometimes it is too easy to let the library of positive findings of six weeks become a new reality – the synchronicities, the cadences, the thoughts, the feelings, and the timings… all so spot-on in space and time, all so familiar internally, as if we have lived with them our entire lives. Indeed, it is possible we have!

To that end, tonight was a striking reminder of how rare, unique, and deep of a connection exists between us… Where the outwardly-straightforward act of an expert cocksucking, has now become not just a pleasurable diversion from an evening of emotional stress, but has also become a physical manifestation of pure love and acceptance of each others sexuality as the fuel for continued soul healing.

See you tomorrow, Red.

*Note: This post was written at an earlier date than the date it is being posted.

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Heart Coach

by HE: Sir Dirk on February 16, 2010

I am lucky. Well, that is what most people might say. I believe otherwise now – not luck, destiny.

I am blessed. Some may say that, too. I may be such, but I confess, I know not who or what is doing the blessing.

But I am definitely the receiver of something wonderful. Wonderful, as in absolutely positively amazing; and wonderful, as in striking me with wonder, wonder at how, wonder at why now, wonder at the pure beauty.

I’ve found my soul twin. How? Through an insanely improbable chain of events, accompanied by a frenzied probe of the mind, heart and soul of another who looks, feels, sees, lives, and lived as I have. It truly is as if the floodgates have been opened for a purpose, at the maximum rate permissable, at the times they needed to be.

Yet, built still on top of the similarities, in every strength the other has weakness to bouy, in every aptitude the other has thirst for the knowledge, and in every lust, the other provides promise of fulfillment. Each carries the signature of the other on their sleeves, in reception or fulfillment, positive or negative, as if two puzzles found were discovered, bit by bit, to also build one being greater than either apart.

I’ve known of her for almost a month now. We’ve not met in person. We’ve exchanged written and spoken word of volumes on the order of the Library of Congress. Passions have flown high; emotions have run deep – both ways; and healing of wounds of the heart already decades in decay have begun healing in ways not thought possible.

Wounds healing in ways not thought possible – with the only source being the other. This connection we have found, nay!, that found us, makes this not only possible, but completes us.

Expect parlor tricks like this from your spiritual advisers that leave you questioning inherited faiths. Expect forced analyses like this from learned ones who profess to unravel your thoughts while being paid by the hour.

But by chance? By happenstance, finding the other half of our soul that holds the answers you need? Has this happened to you?

Well, it happened to me. To her. And now, to us.

A natural display of composure to stand by her side during darkest moments as proof of possession of the right puzzle piece of true loyalty. Her persistent knocking at his suddenly closed door as call-out for its demolition. A shared analysis of the resulting saved, and savored, connection to derail shared-soul spiraling default behaviors looking like double-negatives. She, giving decades-missing insight to him to break generations of cyclic destruction. He, providing her with a channeling of “express-route-to-the-soul” direction from sources not yet known, but known nonetheless to be true.

Through the volumes written in email, instant message, text messages, tweets, and voice… I have been sent to free her; but in heart-shocking revelation, she has been sent to free me, too. The revelation of such darkness in me, triggered by her own, and vice versa, with so much beauty and mutual love surrounding it all, was the true picture of the potential soul healing within our grasp – for the first time in our lifetimes.

We have availed of it – we have surrendered to it and its journey. To me, the half of our soul this world sees in space, she is my Heart Coach. Seems somewhere along the way, this life or prior, my mind was given priority over my heart and its messages outward. The cycle of destruction is being broken now, as only the true twin soul can enable. Just as she worries how much demon slaying she has left, I worry about slaying the demon in her. We share an epic battle together in time, split between us, in interlocking detail.

We are crawling now, my love. Picking the next puzzle piece to connect forever. We are slowly building toward a complete library of puzzle piece connections that cannot be removed now without taking away the magical insights and catalysis we need to keep growing.

We will fly together soon, there is not a doubt in my mind, but more importantly, not a doubt in my heart! Without these earthy weights, societal arrangements, space and distance, human misfires of fear from the mind across the bow of the heart – we WILL fly together, forever!

You are my Heart Coach, my hidden treasure, discovered. I need you now, I can not grow without you now. You’ve shown my mind the box it keeps my heart in, you’ve incanted its opening in a tongue only decipherable by my soul. Now, with the soft hands and caress of your own heart, at the direction of your own, lift up my heart from this box, destroy the empty vessel in its wake, and then join me, my heart reunited with yours, as we fly together, forever!

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How I Miss You

by She on February 15, 2010

It hasn’t been 24 hours since we talked, and I miss you as if it’s been a lifetime. We talk on the phone every minute possible, fulfilling desire of connection with each other that we both feel at the same level of intensity. We chat on IM all night long like teenagers, loving every minute of it as we tire but fight to stay awake because neither of us want to depart. I’m so in love with you. It’s more than that. I’m so connected to you. So attached to you. So completely aligned, free, understood, loved, safe, comforted and inspired by you. Not just by you, as a man, but by you as my twin soul. So much of our relationship is lost in this concept of being twin souls. And I really mean lost. We don’t understand it, but we’re experiencing it. We know nothing about this concept, yet we have both seen for ourselves the overwhelming, incomprehensible existence of such a pairing. And the beauty is, we found each other in this lifetime. And our lives will never be the same.

So as you travel and your ability to communicate has dwindled, I feel the longing for you more than ever. It was different when we could talk, IM, text and email all day and night. But when you’re cut off from communication to the extent you are now, all I can do is pour out my heart on our blog. I miss you terribly. But I’m comforted in the fact that you are with me, and I with you. I know this in my head and feel it in my heart. But both head and heart still long for you to be with me as much as possible until such time we can be together, sharing our lives.

For now, my love, I just wanted to give you my heart on Valentine’s Day. This post is my heart – in words for you – at this moment in time.

I love you with all of my heart…a heart you know all too well. :)

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Good night, love

by She on February 9, 2010

He: I so love you

Me: I so love you

He: Write beautifully, as always, I will dream of it!

Me: Yes sir. I will. You dream. And I’ll love you in your sleep.

What can I write more beautiful than our evening farewell? Nothing it seems. So that is my beautiful writing for tonight. Our love, in words — beautiful.

<3

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Last Night’s Orgasm

by admin on January 24, 2010

<—-It started like this. The way I always have orgasms…with my finger on my clit, fiercely rubbing this certain spot in the middle of my clit. A little to the right of center, my finger swirls in circles, rotating clockwise with just the right amount of pressure. This is how I come (or “cum” if you will), whether I’m fucking, being fucked, having phone sex, having cybersex or watching porn. This is what it takes for me to climax. My finger on my clit, doing its thing.

So last night, when my husband turned off the t.v. and prepared to go to sleep, I positioned myself at a bit of an angle so he could have a mere glimpse of my bare pussy. I spread my legs slightly, beginning my ritual. He likes to watch me masturbate. He always has. One of the few things we both like. He didn’t say anything. He just watched. I didn’t say anything. I just rubbed. After a little while, he asked if I was trying to get him aroused. I said all I was trying to do was rub my clit and let him watch if he wanted to. He said, “well I want to.” Then it was official. He’s in the mood. (This is a rare occasion – him being in the mood. If it ain’t Saturday night, he ain’t in the mood.) But it’s Friday night. So I didn’t expect to persuade him. I have pretty much given up on trying to persuade him. He surprised me last night.

Now that I know he’s game, I positioned myself into the “full view” angle, spreading my legs even wider, giving him a direct view of it all. I was just far enough away for his eyes to focus intently, yet close enough for him to reach out and touch it if he wanted to.  And he wanted to. After a good five minutes of teasing my clit, he started touching me. It was as if he were a scientist viewing a newly discovered organ. He seemed intrigued. Mesmerized. Almost in a trance. Staring at my pussy facing him, with my legs spread wide open, he touched my pussy lips, pulled them apart so he could see more, touched my hole, pulled it open, slid his finger inside just a little bit, pulled it out, went back to my lips, joined my finger on my clit. We were both enjoying the beauty and complexity of the female genitalia.

He was stroking his cock. One hand playing with all of the flesh between my legs, the other rhythmically rubbing his dick. I thought we were both going to come just like that. My eyes were closed, and I was in another world. Literally, I was in another world. I went in my mind to a fantasy I had created with Eddie, my friend and lover. I was in a taxicab, giving Eddie the blow job of his life, with the cab driver watching. I occasionally slipped out of my daydreaming to notice my husband still dazed with the pleasure of watching me masturbate while touching whatever he wanted. But I quickly left reality, returning to the backseat of the taxi where Eddie was dominating me…controlling me…grabbing my head, by my hair and making me suck his cock. I was about to climax when my husband said he wanted to get inside me. I had been so content just rubbing my clit in my fantasy world. I wanted him to get his too, but by his hand, like I was. Nevertheless, I was open to his request. It could have been worse. Wifely duties can be far worse than this scenario. So I let him in.

He climbed on top, missionary style. He entered slowly. I was wet and hot. He kept talking about how wet and hot I was, as if he’d never felt me that wet and hot. He was enjoying every second of this gradual penetration. He got into his groove, doing what he’s done with me hundreds of times. While he was thrusting into me, I was back in the taxi, sucking Eddie, slobbing all over his cock, deep throating, gagging, all the while with the cab driver staring through the rear-view mirror. Eddie watched him. He looked at the driver’s eyes in the rear-view mirror while this guy’s eyes were fixated on what he was witnessing. Eddie liked that. He liked having this power over me, having me smothering his cock so fucking good, and having this stranger longing for what Eddie had. I liked it too. I wanted to do whatever Eddie wanted. Just as the cab driver was hypnotized by the oral pleasure I was providing Eddie, I was hypnotized by Eddie. He captivates me when he takes control of me. I release myself to him. I fall under his spell.

Back to reality. My husband’s sweating like crazy, fucking me good, trying to make me come. I don’t know how long he’d been fucking me, because I had escaped to my fantasy world and don’t know when I left. When I returned from my fantasy and saw him sweating profusely, I knew I had to take my fantasy to the next level to hurry up and come. So I did. I imagined that Eddie gave the cab driver permission to get in the back seat to watch and jerk himself off. While the driver was getting in the back with us, Eddie told me to undress, which I did. Then he grabbed my ass and positioned me up against his cock – me on my knees, facing the door through which the taxi driver was opening. As the driver entered the back of the cab, Eddie began thrusting into me with a painful pounding. I had to crunch my body into half its length, arching my back to allow Eddie the access he needed while making room for the cab driver to get in. The driver had to slide in under my arms and face while Eddie was fucking me hard from behind.

Then, Eddie told me to suck his cock – to suck the cab driver’s cock. Without hesitation, I obeyed. As the driver pulled out his cock, Eddie told him to stop. Eddie told the driver he had to put on a condom. The driver quickly complied. While Eddie’s banging me rough, he’s talking shit to the driver, telling him that only HE (Eddie) gets the privilege of my mouth on his bare cock. There’s something about Eddie using me and controlling me that turns me on, but it’s based in a trust that he’ll take care of me. I’m his property. He takes care of his property. So he wouldn’t let this guy have a taste of my passion without protecting me, literally. As soon as Eddie heard the snap of the rubber sealing on the driver’s dick, Eddie pushed my head down on the driver’s lap, and I sucked him through latex. Only a fraction of the ecstasy my mouth can provide.

With Eddie, I take it all – never a barrier of latex between his bare cock and my mouth. Skin, flesh, saliva, tongue, shaft, balls, throat, lips – it’s  one big oral cocktail. But the juices in my mouth are only for Eddie’s cock . The cab driver could only have the sensation of pressure from my oral skills, not the juices and suction that Eddie gets. I’m giving the driver a hooker blow job; Eddie’s fucking me like the slut I am for him. With his hands on my hips now, clinching the flesh of my ass, Eddie jammed my pussy with his rock hard cock as my juices flooded him with desire. After he had a good pounding going, he paused for a moment, grabbed me by my hair and thrust my head down on the cab driver’s cock hard. I had only been half-ass giving this guy head, so Eddie shoved my face so far down this guy’s dick that I couldn’t breath. And then Eddie pounded me harder, fucking me so I wouldn’t forget it. When he released my head, I gasped for air, then he pulled my head back, pulling me by a handful of hair. He had one hand on my hip, the other on my hair – my face now up, off the driver’s cock, moaning in pain and pleasure. I’m about to come, and so is Eddie. My back completely arched, my pussy completely soaking wet and sore, Eddie fucks the shit out of me. He doesn’t fuck me unless it’s gonna last for days. He wants me to remember that good fucking he gave me. And I always do.

Back to my husband. I’m about to come now. With Eddie on my mind, my finger on my clit and my husband in my pussy, I came. I came hard. Imagining Eddie coming inside of me, I squealed. As my orgasm was pulsating on my husband’s cock, he began to come. He felt my muscles contracting on his dick, and he gushed a huge load inside of me. He came hard. He moaned. His body quivered. He felt the heat, passion and desire within me, the juices and the contractions of pleasure, and it fueled the sensations he felt.

When we both caught our breath and entered into a relaxed state, he kissed me and said thank you as he rolled over. I leaned over and kissed him back, saying thank you as well. Although, in my head, I was saying it to Eddie.

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