Mr. and Mrs. Kink (dot com)

[Posted Originally At Thursday's Child - He sets my slut free.]

Taken with my iPhone at the moment of orgasm…for him, for her, for all three of them.

I was having the most awful day. But somehow, he knew what I needed. He sent me a message, telling me

“Your day sucks because you’ve forgotten you are a slut. Go CUM now! If you want me to take you THERE, you must obey. Free will surrendered.”

I sat there for a moment, cheeks burning, reading those words over and over, feeling the heat between my legs grow from an ember to an out of control forest fire. I squeezed my thighs together, enjoying the desire shooting through me, feeling my nipples harden into obvious points beneath the thin fabric of my shirt. His order went against everything I’d ever told myself, about separating my sex life and work persona, about never crossing that line.

I forced myself to get up, to shut off every single, coherent, logical thought in my head. To silence the little voice asking me what I was doing, telling me to sit back down in my cubicle and shut my phone off. I slipped my phone into my pocket, walked calmly to the office bathroom, and locked the door behind me.
My lust, my desire, my need, it all overflowed in one wonderful moment, and I was up against the wall, pants unbuttoned, panties pushed down, and my fingers between my wet lips, thrusting into me, fucking me. I could hear the voices of my coworkers as they passed outside the door, not five feet from where I masturbated myself. Hearing them going about their mundane office tasks turned me on even more, and I was so close, right on the edge.

Thinking about them, spending every day working with me, and yet having no idea of what a whore I could be, ohmygod, it was sofuckinghot, and I started to come, so hard that I had to bite into my lip to stop any sound, any groan or whimper from escaping and giving me away and exposing my secrets.

I stayed there for a while, leaning against the wall, trying to steady my breaths from ragged pants back to normal. I snapped a few pic to send to him, to his wife, to my husband. I wanted them all to know what I’d done for him.

Walking back to my desk, I wondered if everyone was watching me, if they could somehow tell what I had just done. I wondered if my slightly disheveled hair gave me away, or maybe they could smell my musky scent on the tips of my fingers, see the glassy look in my eyes as my body recovered from orgasm. I texted him, told him what I’d done. And he was proud of me, writing back

“Good girl. I’m very proud of you. See how sexy you are? D loves a very sexy slut. Integrating your Slut can be liberating…

Alright. Enough. Sit at your desk and think of Catalina in cumslut mode, sitting next to her as she sucks me off, right there in your office, in front of everyone. Think of the sounds, the smell, as I pump my cum down her throat. All eyes are on YOU. Your coworkers. Peers, friends, and enemies.

Kiss her, Thursday. Taste my cum on the lips of this woman, in front of everyone.”

I cannot begin to articulate how badly I want to be that for him, for both of them, and for my D…

Thursday Looks Yummier Than Ever In Her New Corset!

…at least over the phone…

So yesterday D told me that he wanted me to masturbate and come for him on his voicemail so he could listen to it whenever and wherever he wanted to.  So I waited for the golden hour when kids are either gone or napping and took Mr. Kink and my phone into my bedroom, laid down on the bed, and dialed the phone with one hand while using my Magic Wand with the other.

I laid there, trying not to come too quickly whie I went through all the “You have reached the mailbox of…”  bullshit and then finally it was my time to leave a message.  MDS told me I had to tell him what I was doing, and that I wanted him to fuck me, and all sorts of naughty things and as I was spewing out filth from my lips, I began to come.

An hour or so later, my phone rings.  I let it go to voicemail.  I’m on my union smoke break!  It rings again, okay, clearly someone is trying to get in touch, not leave a message.  It’s D, so I answer.

“Hello?”

And on the other end, all I can hear is Thursday’s little whimpers and moans as she’s obviously being fucked by D.  Mr. Kink and I sat there on the other end, sharing the phone ear-to-ear, listening as D was getting her off and then suddenly he (MDS) picked me up and threw me down on the bed, stripped off my pants (no panties) and fucked me.  So as they were fucking, so were we.

I came not once, not twice, but thrice.  (Inside joke for MDS)  I came once just being fucked and twice with his tongue, all while listening to D and Thursday doing the same on the other end.

After Shiva knows how long, we said… pant, pant, pant… love you guys, talk to you later!

Hot, no?  YES!  We officially love Thursday and D, individually and as a couple.

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Yes, if I play my cards right, I get to fuck this man! And his wife!

I genuinely want D.  There are few men that I genuinely desire.  D is one of them.  I’m his goober, he’s my sexy attorneyman.  I miss him when I don’t talk to him during the day - we lost touch there for a few hours on Twitter and thought I was going to go through withdrawl.  Oh, and the hot pic in the suit - that’s for me - to feed my suit fetish.

Fortunately for me, his wife knows how much I want him.  In fact, she knows how much I want to own them both, just for a night.   Mr. Kink sent his wife a hot little email recently and so it looks like it’s my turn for a kinky little something from her husband.  I’ve always been a fan of threesomes, but I am a greedy little slut, and four seems better than three.  Anyway, here’s the email that made me gush.

I want you.  I want to feel your mouth on my cock.  Grasping your red hair and forcing you on myself.  Feel you gag, the drool soaking into my pubic hair.  I want to feel your throat close around me.  I want to possess every inch of you.  All while Mark watches.  Each time you look at him, he will tell me a new weakness of yours.  I want to force myself into you, skin on skin.  Want to feel your tightness, feel your back against my chest as I fuck your ass.  Reaching around and grasping your throat.  Forcing you into the bed.  I want to feel Mark’s cock in your cunt. I want to use you as a slut, both of us coming in you.  Then I want Thursday to punish you for taking her man’s seed.

Sorry, hard to type with the damn cat on the  laptop.  I owe you a better story, and I will get it too you quickly.

Night Goober.

…and in case you couldn’t tell, I want you.  I need to feel your body against mine.

Yep, this is really Thursday's Child!

So Mr. Kink and I are both looking forward to the day when Thursday’s Child, Narration by D, Catalina Loves, and Marky D. Sade are all in the same room together.  We’ve been talking for a while about it, and at some point in the near future it will happen, but until then we have email, text, Gchat, and Twitter.  Here is an email that Mr. Kink sent to Thursday.  The crazy hot thing to know about it - when I got home I had to call Thursday and she had to tell me about it herself and then tell me about how she went straight to D and told him that she had to cum…  and he helped her out with that!  Now that’s what I call love.

Oh Thursday, you’re beautiful. It warms my heart that my Catalina is an inspiration for you. I am so proud of her. I know the girl as well as the Icon. The fact that we both fell into this. I became a fetish writer, because I answered an ad. I jumped in b/c it was a job. Turns out I’m good at it, both in using it to earn money, but I’ve written under pseudonyms… I even had a naughty advice column. Catalina is a persona created by my wife as a means to flirt w/ me at work. Kaboom. Follow your bliss, and answer the door when opportunity knocks.

Yes, I will text you, assuming D is ok with it.

True love. We has it. And we move closer every day. We’re in our ninth year together, and all I want in life is in one pain in the ass redhead.  Now. I have your number. I know nothing of your life, aside from what Catalina tells me. D is a [censored - he's has a good guy job]. Yay for that. For real. I moved out to Oregon, from New Hampshire w/ my friend who went to Willamette Law School. It’s nice that he has a soul, a heart, and a great marriage. Testament to him.

On to you.
Yes.
Consider this.
You. At work. Wherever, whatever. Let’s say you’re an astronaut veterinarian tending to the space chimps. I don’t know. Fuck that. You’re not at work. You’re at the store. You’re in the canned foods aisle, your phone rings.

“Hello?”  You’re not familiar w/ the number, but you answer.
“Thursday?”
“Yes. Who’s this?”
“Hi! It’s Marky.”
“Marky! Wow, this is so unexpected! It’s nice to finally put a voice to a name.”
“Likewise. Hey, What are you doing?”
“I am standing in the grocery store deciding between basmati or jasmine rice (you’re in the rice aisle, now slut. Yeah. Rice).
“Wrong.”
“No really (a little bit off balance) I am literally standing in front of the rice.”
“Wrong. Do you know why you’re wrong?” (not in any way mean, menacing or even intimidating. Just certain.)
“Um. Ok. Why?”
“I’ll ask you again, and this time ask if you don’t know what to say, ok? ”
“Sure…?”
“What are you doing?”
“I don’t know. What am I doing?”
“You’re being a slut. You, right now, standing in front of the rice and dried beans, are getting wet. If I were there, I could bend you over and slide my cock right into your pussy without the least resistance. That’s a slut.”
no response
“Am I wrong?”
“No.”
“Are you wet?”
“You have no idea.”
“That’s because you’re a slut. Your heart is pounding. Your blood is running hot, and your pussy, your wet slutty whore pussy is dripping. All because a stranger called you a slut.”
You’re breathless. You’re maintaining composure, because you’re smart and sexy… and you are a slut. You dig this. You can’t wait to tell D.
“I am a slut.”
“I know that. Do you know that?”
“I do. I want you to fuck me so badly. I want you to make me your slut”
“I know you do. I’m going to take you there, Thursday. The filth will pour from your mouth as you open your body to me… to us. D and I will fuck you. He’ll show me what a good whore you are. And then, as a consultant, I’ll advise him how to take you to that next level. You’re his wife. You love him. You love him. I’ll take you there, and he can watch, and cum, and fuck Catalina while it happens. When I take you, it will be as a thief in the night.”

You want D and I to cover you with cum. All over. Slutty. Whorish…. there’s no spin you can put on it. You’re a cum slut. D and I will fuck you at the same time. Catalina and I will fuck you. I’ll show you, between long sweet kisses, how to give Catalina the best oral. I know how she ticks. I’ll show you how to call her a whore. Imagine that, little slut angel. Imagine Catalina sucking your cock. Imagine my fingers pulling your beautiful nipples while she takes you all in. Wearing her strap on. The one you’re about to use on……

I will cum in your mouth. Your tongue will please me in that most intimate area. And mine will do the same to you. Show me how well you know your man. Show me how you can belong to him. Show me how he belongs to you. Nothing’s hotter than topping a domme. You’ll see.

D, Show me how to make Thursday lose her mind. Catalina and I can both top you… hard and soft. We can all just fuck. We can all just chill naked and just touch.

Cum for me. As soon as you can after reading this. I don’t care if it’s in the bathroom at your parent’s house.

Do it, Your interior monologue should be “I’m a slut I’m a slut” Put that energy into it. Let it become a mantra.

Ok. I’m exhausted. 4 hours sleep. I’m just rambling.
So.
Yes.
Let’s play.
:)
Marky

[photography by Altered Aperture]

“How much do you love me, John?” she asked. He answered, “How much do I love you? Count the stars in the sky. Measure the waters of the oceans with a teaspoon. Number the grains of sand on the seashore. Impossible, You Say?” - Marky On The Beach

I am so proud of you. You are breathtaking. You are a bombshell. You are a MILF. You are a sex goddess. You are Catalina. You are everything, because you’re amazing in your depth and complexity.

Being Marky D. Sade’s wife is the best. Not only is He my Husband and Best Friend, but also my Master. Our relationship has evolved from Daddy/Little Girl to Master/slut over time.

Last night I was instructed to find my (slut) collar, my dildo, and my Hitachi and have them on the bed waiting when He came upstairs. He knows that my Achilles’ heel is sucking His cock. The first taste of cum sends me soaring. He slid my collar around my neck as He stuffed His cock into my mouth. His fingers explored my body, His body, as I sucked His cock. He grabbed my nipples and pulled them, harder and fiercer than ever before. However, being more of a painslut than ever, and I only got wetter and wetter.

He reached down between my legs, spread me wide open, and examined me, stretching my pussy open to look at me closely, hurting me so good. He savagely finger fucked me, leaving me hurting for more, as He stuffed His cock down my throat, controlling my breathing with His cock. I gasped for air as He pulled His cock out of my throat only to stuff it into my pussy.

As He grabbed my throat with His hand He said to me, “Your ass is Mine tonight, little slut. You have been keeping it from Me, and I have been patient, but I am done waiting. Tonight I am going to remind you that you are not only a cockslut and a cumslut, but that you are also an assfuckslut.” I began to fade and He loosened his grip, leaving me panting and wanting more. “Now beg, little whore. Beg for My cock in your ass.” I did. I begged him. I begged to be fucked in the ass, to be fucked hard, to be hurt, to be used, to be treated like the assfuckslut that He knows that i am.

He turned His back on me for a moment to grab the wedges from the closet and threw them on the bed.

“Assume the position.”

I laid across it on my tummy with my ass and pussy open at the end of the bed for Him to do with as He pleased. He grabbed my dildo and plunged it into my dripping wet cunt. He taunted me for a while and then pulled it out and stuffed it into my ass with one thrust. “Even your ass is wet. You’re such a slut that you can take a cock without even being lubed. What does that say about you?”

He pulled it out and stuck his fingers inside of me, stretching me open further. “Your ass is gaping, little slut,” He said, as he pulled out His fingers and slid His cock in their place. “See? You denied Me this? You will regret that. You will be fucked in the ass every time I choose to. You have no say in that. Do you understand that? You have no say in the matter.” I answered, obediently, “Yes, Master. As You wish. My body is Yours, for Your pleasure at Your discretion, of course.”

As He fucked my ass, He began to count backwards from 20. I have been trained by Him to cum on command, but He is generous enough to give me 20 seconds this time. He reached around me to place the Hitachi on my clit and the problem wasn’t whether or not I could cum in 20 seconds, but whether or not I could wait the 20 seconds until allowed to. 15… 10…. 5… “Cum, little slut.” And I did, leaving me completely shattered only to be put back together by Him.

I laid there, in His arms, crying. “Let it all out, all that stress, all that tension, all that fear, all that anxiety. Just let it go and let Me wash over you,” He said to me as I sobbed. Catharsis. It’s uncontrollable, the tears. It’s nothing more than the physical manifestation of a very spiritual release, yet it bothers me. He comforts me, snuggles me, lets me come down a little and then says to me, “Now I’m going to go jump in the shower, and when I come back, I want you in a state of near orgasmic arousal. Do not cum, little slut. When I come back, you will suck Me off. I will cum all over your pretty little face and mouth. You will drink Me in like love nectar.”

Hours later, after serving Him as He had instructed, I curled up next to Him, snuggled into my spot on His chest, and fell safely into dreamland. I woke up this morning before He did and wrapped my lips, again, around His cock, feeling Him swell and grow in my mouth before His eyes opened. He awakened. “Good morning, little slut. What a good little slut you are already today. I am proud of you. There may be hope for you yet.”

I will clamp you, with cuffs on your arms and legs, to an X frame. You will be naked. I will take the coarsest hemp rope and bind your tits until they throb. I’ll wrap the rope around your neck in a nice bit of predicament bondage, so that if you raise your head too far, you’ll tighten the ropes around your perfect tits. Then I’ll use a crop on your nipples until they’re hard and purple. I’ll slap your pretty face too. You’re My whore. You exist for My pleasure.

I will often check your pussy and see how wet you are, slut. Then I’ll use a nice flogger to pummel your torso and cunt. Five minutes with the magic wand on your swollen clit, while repeating, “I’m a slut” over and over, will leave you completely defenseless.

I take you down and lay you across My knee. I beat your ass with a wooden paddle until it glows red like a coal. Occasionally I’ll fist your wet cunt, ignoring any cries of discomfort. You need to hurt. You need this.

I put clamps on your nipples (still bound) and bend you over a chair, the weights hanging painfully. I fuck you roughly, alternating ass and cunt, deep and hard, pulling your hair and choking you. Drool hangs from your mouth, and you can’t catch your breath, but… you would let Me take you away. You are mine. Lucky girl.

You’re still sobbing out what a whore you are, how you’re My fuck toy, My property, but you hear me whispering something, in time with the thrusts of my cock.

“You’re beautiful.” I repeat with each thrust. Nothing else changes. I’m still pulling your hair, slapping your ass, completely owning you, but… “You’re beautiful.”

You shatter into a million diamonds. The hot throb of My cum in your pussy is the gravity pulling you back together. You don’t know if you’re crying or laughing. You’re just in my arms as I unbind you, and release your poor nipples.

I carry you, like a little girl, to bed, and rock you to the best sleep of your life.  In the morning you awake to the feeling of Me cumming in your mouth, before you’re even awake, your slutty nature sucks and swallows Me. But… that’s another day.

Your Master wants pictures of you playing with His pussy. And tits. And toys. Wet. Slutty.

[Another great photo by Erocrush - you may notice I use a lot of his photos.  I'm a fan.]

Last night’s sex was heavenly.  I mean that.  For one thing, my right shoulder has been incredibly painful for the last week and while laid out over the Liberator ramp and wedge, my shoulder didn’t hurt for the first time.  But that’s not the best thing about the Liberator!

Mr. Kink and I are really excited about the Liberator after one night.  We got out the ramp and the wedge, unzipped the cases, and placed them them on the bed. Within minutes I was on tummy over the end and Marky was flogging me.  It was awesome.  Very shortly flogging turned to spanking turned to paddling turned to fucking me from behind.

We both marveled at how perfectly positioned we were, and beyond that, how unbelievably comfortable it made sex.  We aren’t old, by any means.  Marky is 40 and I’m 29 (haha), but the support under my body was undeniably perfect for me and the positioning for Marky was undeniably perfect for him.  We made sweet (naughty, slutty) love for a half an hour like that.  It was truly blissful.

Then I rolled onto my back and he moved to my side and I sucked his cock and balls while he fingered my (dripping by this point) pussy.  He came on my face with his balls in my mouth and fingers deep inside of me and then swiftly moved down to the end of the ramp to lick my clit to orgasm, which was achieved in about 3 minutes.  It was delightful.

I can’t remember enjoying sex as much as I did last night.  Ever.  It was perfect.  Thank You Liberator!  Oh, and I’ll post a full review of my Liberator Black Label Ramp/Wedge combo on CatalinaLoves.com soon - we want to try it a few more times, play with the cuffs and tethers, etc.  Thorough research is required. (:

…Don’t ever forget that it is you that I love…
yours,
catalina

And I love you. You’re as amazing as you are sexy. I had great sex with you last night. I love the special intimacy, and naughtiness, of fucking you deep in your tiny little ass. I should take you over my lap often. It’s a lightning rod to Buttercup and her Daddy. You’re a very good girl.
I love you.

You are my one and only. I have never known anything like our love. I haven’t the words to express the depth and breadth of my feelings for you. You are truly my better half. To be without you is agony, and to lose you would truly be hell. I know eternity for I know how long I need to sing my love. I know heaven because you love me. I know love because you’ve given me nothing but. I know joy because you’ve given me a baby. I know family because we’ve created one, from the shards of our own. I treasure every moment with you, and I pledge to make our earthly life as full and rich as our hearts.

I had a wonderful time with you last night. Thank you for spending so much time, energy, and moisture on pleasing me. Good girl. You made me feel incredible for hours. I loved every moment. I love fucking my slut wife. I love being intimate, more and more as we grow together, with my best friend, and making love with my soulmate. You’re perfect for me. I love you with all my heart, and hard on.

I had a really neat conversation today with a friend about hot sex. We talked about how hot it is when couples who are in love make love. It’s true. I think that there is nothing hotter than sex in a committed, loving, safe relationship. Communication is really important within the bedroom of our marriage. We talk very openly, sometimes while hanging out and sometimes during sex. We share our fantasies and thoughts and as a result, we’ve been able to explore all kinds of new things. This has allowed us to really cut loose and just have hot sex.

As a sex worker, I see a lot of married men who claim that they could never share their kinky fantasies with their wives, and honestly, I feel sad for them. Is it true that they can’t talk about it or do they think that it’s true? Maybe it really would freak out their wives if they knew, but I think it would freak them out more to find out down the road that they didn’t even know the man they slept next to all those years.

I want to know all of Mr. Kink’s kinky desires because I want to fulfill them. That’s love. I’d feel awful if I found out down the road that Mr. Kink had a secret kink all those years that we didn’t have a chance to explore together. It would be a huge disappointment.

But back to hot couples sex… my conversation reminded me of a couple that I once spent time with as the in a threesome. We all had some fun together, oral sex all around, and then I watched as they fucked and they got off together. It was *magical*. They were so focused on each other, eyes connected, talking (in Spanish) about how much they loved each other. It stands out in my mind, because although they were willing to share for a while, ultimately it was all about them. I love that.

This is something I wrote almost a year ago (Marky D. Sade here) and it made a big splash on the site on which it was featured. Enjoy.

We humans are an interesting breed. We have so many facets to our personality, to our being, that we’re more like a confederacy, or a coalition government, than a single consciousness. If the human psyche were a computer operating system, it would be Windows. For the purposes of this screed we’ll say Windows XP, because I’m familiar with it much more than Vista. Ok.
Here’s the deal. Windows XP, and the releases the precede it, like Windows Me, 2000, 98, 95, 3.1, etc) are built upon the framework of the older versions. I can dig into the system files of my XP, and find old programs that go back 15 years or more. They’re still there. They’re just dormant. Just like old impulses in our psyche. We’re not too far away from the days when wolves were, literally, at our door, and people did get eaten by bears.
I bring this up because nowhere do I see this stratification of personae more clearly than during sex.
My wife and I have great sex. We have amazing sex. Seven years together, and we have more, and better, sex than when we met. We’re adventurers, she and I. There has always been a subtle power play dynamic with us (usually in the form of Daddy and his girl) but lately we’ve moved into straight up D/s play. Although my adoration for my wife sometimes echoes of John and Yoko, in the bedroom I am dominant. Although my wife describes herself as bossy and always right, in the bedroom (with me) she is submissive. Now, we have tried swtiching it around, and although it was hot, it only reinforced the reality that I am primarily a Dom (within this dynamic). So, how does one go from rubbing her furrowed brow and fetching her drinks, to tying her up in the manner of Japanese rope bondage, and dripping hot wax on her tits, while making her tell me what a whore she is?
Simple.
Love, trust, and a sense of adventure. Contrary to the myth, bondage, BDSM, D/s, all that noise is play. Who doesn’t like having their hair pulled during sex? Who doesn’t like a slap on the ass, or simply being taken? That’s all leftover stuff from our time as simpler mammals. Ever seen cats fuck? With the neck biting? I think it’s the same little genetic code, except it can be triggered with hair pulling (or erotic choking… a hand on the throat… sexy), or a slap on the ass.
We all have untold vistas and horizons within us, ripe for exploration. I am truly blessed in that I am married to my (although I shudder at the word, it fits) soulmate. Not only is she my wife, she’s my best friend (aawwwwww) so we have an intimacy, and a shared naughtiness that allows us to be pretty open about stuff that is stupid outside of moment.

I called my wife a whore.

More specifically, I asked her if she was a whore. We were fucking, hard, and intensely, and she was riding that plateau… waiting for that one thing to take her over the edge. I took one of her perfect nipples in my fingers, and pinched/pulled. Excellent. She loves that (me too. I’m all about nipples), but this time, I also leaned into her face and asked, “Are you a whore?”

There was a sharp intake of breath, and her pussy clenched spasmodically, but she didn’t answer. I pulled her hair hard, exposing the white flesh of her neck, which I licked and bit (while fucking, mind you.)
“Answer me.”

Her breath was hitched and ragged. “I can’t.”

A little slap on the cheek. My voice is stern now. “Are. (slap) you. (slap) a. (slap) whore? (slap)”

“Yes, Daddy. I’m a whore.” The word whore shuddered out of her like an excorcised demon, and her pussy was literally dripping around my cock.

“Tell me.” I said, my hand stroking her tits

“I’m a whore. I’m a slut. I’m a cum slut. I’m a fuck slut. I’m an anal slut.” The words poured out of her now. I fucked her hard and rough for seemed like hours but couldn’t have been more than a minute.

“You’re my slut.”

“Yes, Daddy. Only your girl…. only your whore.”

“Now, come!” and did she ever. I did too. I pulled out of her heaving, sobbing, cumming body, and came in her yummy (newly submissive) mouth, all the while stroking her hair, and telling her what a good girl she was to tell daddy the truth.
I snuggled her close and kissed her to a sleep of perfect innocence.

You walk into the room, close the door and say to me, “Put away your work, tonight you are my kitten.”

It’s been a while since you’ve spoken to me like that. It’s really nice, but I put up a little fight just to see if I can. “Are you kidding? I still have to write something for Catalina Says before I can go to sleep tonight.”

“Nope,” you say as you take my laptop away from me and put it on the top shelf of the closet. “You’re not listening. I said, ‘Put away your work, tonight you are my kitten,’” and walk back with my collar in your hand.

As is our ritual, I bow on my knees before you and wait for the collar to slide around my neck. You stand behind me and remind me of the importance of letting go of control once in a while. It’s true. All I want in the moment is to hand it over to you.

With my collar securely around my neck where it belongs, you reach for the blindfold and cuffs. You slide the blindfold over my eyes, heightening the excitement. I hear the buckles on my cuffs as you reach for my arms to bind them over my head, attaching them to the eye bolt that is hidden behind the pillows. I can feel you take off my clothes, leaving me naked and exposed and completely vulnerable.

Then I hear the camera, that familiar hum as the lens opens up and then click. I wonder what you are taking pictures of, but not for long. You instruct me to open my legs and when I do, I feel my new vibe brush against the inside of my thighs. I feel you slide it inside of me and hear you simultaneously taking pictures. The exhibitionist in me is thrilled, but I could never admit it.

That’s when I feel the Hitachi hit my clit. With the vibe inside of my pussy and the Hitachi on my clit I am nearly out of my mind with pleasure. I can tell that I’m dripping wet. I beg to be allowed to cum. You pull out the vibe and turn off the Hitachi instantly.

“No way, kitten. This is just the beginning…”

Wednesday: Sweet Catalina and I lay together in bed. We always try to be touching. There’s an undercurrent of love that is always flowing. It sounds hippy dippy, I know, but… we are hippy dippy. I was giving her skitchies (in Mr. and Mrs. Kink vernacular, this means scratches) and wound up skitching her between her legs. Well, time passed and the skitchies turned to rubs, and soon enough those legs parted (without a word), and I slid a finger under her panties, and felt the silky pink smoothness of her wet pussy. I slid two fingers into her, and pressed her g-spot. She sighed, and moved her hips against me. I got up, turned out the lights, television, etc. and when I returned, she gave me a playful look and pointed at my cock and then at her (sweet perfect, soft) mouth. I knelt by her head (she’s laying down, remember) and reached over and starting fucking her with my fingers.

She took me all the way into her throat, in one motion, and pressed her face, as hard as she could, against me. It was incredible. There was that extra little zing because she was obviously getting me off. As I was buried in her throat, she moved her tongue around the base of my cock in a manner unlike anything before. Catalina gives great head, that’s a no brainer. She loves pleasing, teasing, and cum. She was in pleasing mode, although I must say we had no D/s element in this. She wasn’t my little slut sucking off Daddy, or anything like that. It was simply husband and wife lovemaking.

I looked down and watched her sucking my cock. I love that. She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, and there’s an element of wow. She’s sucking my cock! And she loves it. My fingers are pumping (up and down more than in and out) in her wet pussy, and my sweet love starts moaning around my cock. Her g-spot orgasms don’t have the “squeeze squeeze” action preceding them, like her clitoral orgasms have, so I have to focus on her voice.

“Are you going to cum?” I ask her.

“Mmmm-hmmm!” She moans, my cock deep in her throat.

Of course saying it is sexy and she starts cumming, her pussy wet and tight, as she cries out and trembles, but never stops sucking my cock.

I remove my fingers, and she starts licking and sucking my balls, as she strokes my cock hard and fast. The energy is building, and Catalina has found exactly how I like my balls handled. She always gets it right, and makes my orgasms so much better. She knows I’m about to cum, because my whole body is shaking and I can’t stop moaning. Sometimes when I cum she takes me deep in her mouth, and I pump cum right down her throat. Sometimes she sucks the tip and fills her mouth, shows me, and swallows. This time I was going to cum all over her perfect tits. Her tongue and mouth made me fire cum all over her tits, in thick streams, while she sighed approvingly. It was heaven.

“Will you rub it in?” she asked, sweetly. “It’s good for my skin.”

“Of course, angel. I love you!” I replied. And I did.

We went to sleep telling each other how much in love we are, still. True love is amazing

I was out and about running errands when I got the following text message from Marky D. Sade. Pretty much sums up our marriage.

I want to sodomize you.
You’re luscious.
I want to F-U-C-K you.
We need soda.

Polyamory (loving more than one person at a time) isn’t for everyone. I recognize this and I acknowledge that it can be the equivalent of playing with fire when it comes to your marriage. However, I offer the following observations about polyamory as food for thought:

Forced monogamy doesn’t work. Don’t believe me? Check Craigslist.org for your city and check out the personals. Not only are married men (primarily men) looking for a Casual Encounter, but a great number of them are looking for other married men. For example, here are a handful of headlines from today’s personals from my hometown:

• Discreet Married Guy Wants to Give Straight White Guy A Hand or BJ - 36
• MWM seeking MF for NSA fun - m4w - 51
• Happily Married… but - m4w - 25 (He goes on to say, “Happily married, years have gone on… but the connection is gone? You are not the only one in this situation…I am too.”)
• MWF seeking MWM for mutual fun - w4m - 54
• mwm iso mwm - m4m - 32

I’m not saying that everyone should just run out and have sex with whoever they want whenever they want (wouldn’t that be nice though?) but merely pointing out what is obvious to me: Monogamy isn’t a default setting in animals. Humans are animals. Therefore, I don’t think that humans are by default monogamous creatures. Originally monogamy was important to our society to protect paternal inheritance, but those days are clearly over. There is no real explanation for it aside from, “because that’s what you do when you love somebody.” But since when are love and sex synonyms?

It’s something that is so deeply ingrained in our unwritten social rules that we have learned to conform to it. Think about it, do you know *anyone* who hasn’t either cheated or been cheated on? What if we take the deception out of it? Take out the Cheating factor, which seems to me to be a leading factor in breakups. Is it possible to love a partner for life, but continue to be sexually free to explore with other partners? Will it inevitably end up with a triangle love affair? Does it somehow devalue the committed relationship? What do you think?

My little girl works hard. She is a pro domme, yes… she’s my little girl but everyone else’s boss. She’s pretty much my boss too, outside the bedroom. This story will help illuminate that dynamic. Being an excellent, classy, loving domme brings in much more cabbage than being an excellent, classy, loving Dom fetish writer. It’s a bit weird, but undeniably good for our family. Yay, Buttercup!

Yesterday I woke her at noon. I get up with the baby, as she’s usually out late working. I brought her a soda, and we laid in bed as she checked her email, and blog stats, on her laptop. As usual I laid next to her, stroking my cock. She was sitting up, wearing a black cashmere cardigan and a Victoria’s Secret black thong. Hence the masturbation.

I drop of precum glistened on the head of my cock, and I said, “Catalina, look at that.”

She threw me a glance, over her glasses, and paused. She leaned over, and licked the precum off. She then took me all the way in her mouth, and worked the underside with her tongue. Heaven.  Her position was an awkward one, so I wasted no time in stroking and working up to the wonderful orgasm.

She said, “Will you cum in my mouth, Daddy?”  Licking the head as my fist pumped up and down. I gasped, “All the way down. All the way!” and shot a thick pulse of cum right down her throat. It was so intense she couldn’t move.  Very unique.  Very loving. Very intimate.

God, she’s beautiful.  We laugh all the time.