Category: love

>If you haven’t read part one yet… feel free to do so here. 🙂

When we got up to our room.. I kicked off my heels. I was certainly happy about that after hiking half a mile back to hotel. That sure doesn’t SEEM like a lot… but when you don’t wear heels a lot, it sure is. I walked over to the huge windows and pulled open the curtains. I looked out over the city towards the Space Needle all lit up… and smiled. It had been a wonderful night…. quite possibly one of the best dates we have ever been on.

Ben walked up behind me… wrapping his arms around me. We stood there together.. soaking in the beautiful sight and just enjoying being together. I closed my eyes and sighed… knowing that this moment was perfect- that nothing else mattered at that second but being there with him.

Minutes passed before I felt the warm touch of his lips on my neck. My eyes stayed shut… as they continued down my neck to my left shoulder. I turned my head back just enough for me to open my eyes to see him just for him to look up at me. My breathing was already shortening…. my body already tingly and needing him.

Our lips met… kissing each other wanting to encompass each other. I shifted.. turning around to face him… he wrapped his arms around me pulling my body into his. Our hands wandered… my hands reached around running my fingers over the fabric that covered his ass.

His mouth parted from mine… and back to my neck causing my head to fall to the side allowing him access. In my daze… he had unzipped my dress…. and then pulled it down off my shoulders. It fell to the ground, a puddle at my feet leaving me only in my bra in front of him. I took the opportunity to pull his shirt out of his pants then started unbuttoning it…. wanting him in the same state of undress as me.

Once all the buttons had cleared the holes…. I ran my hands up his chest… our mouths busy with each other. I reached his shoulders then pushed the fabric off him… adding to the pile at our feet. Quickly my fingers went to work on his belt… unbuckling it.. then to his pants. Before long… we were both completely naked.

Ben pushed me to the floor… and I wasted no time taking his cock into my mouth. He sighed with pleasure finally feeling the wetness of my orifice. I went slow at first…. on my knees… while he looked out over the city, knowing that at any minute someone from the neighboring apartments could see in. What a show that would have seen.

My pace picked up.. his hand on my head…. his hips meeting my movements. He was becoming rougher… taking charge in only the way he can do to me. He pulled away… turning me then pushing my face down, leaving my ass in the air. Ben straddled me and slid in with such force it took all I could for my face not to rub against the carpet.

He slammed into me over and over…. I still struggled to keep my head away from the carpet… it certainly was a challenge. It was a balancing act between pleasure and pain… so much so… I wasn’t sure how I felt about it… but I went with it anyway.

Finally he decided I had enough…. and got off me… pulling me onto the bed. I laid on my side giving him entrance to any hole of his choosing. My leg hooked his waist pulling him to me… till I felt the head of his cock press against my ass. He pressed gently… I gasped… then asked for lube (that I had conveniently packed for such an occasion… always be prepared for anything on vacation I say).

He reached over to the end of the bed where our black backpack was laying…. I guided him to the right pouch. He pulled it out… drizzled some on us both… then guided his cock into my ass. As always he met some resistance but slowly kept to his task of stretching. When he finally was in to the hilt… he gradually moved in and out… getting the muscles to relax and accept the intrusion.

Once I was just as much into it… over the initial pain…. he quickened his motion. My hand was on his chest… moaning with pleasure….. the other on my clit. Time faded away… I don’t know how long we were at it before I begged him to cum. I needed to feel him fill me… to fill my ass…

My fingers moved up to his nipple… tweaking it… knowing that would push him over the edge. His movements started to become ragged… I knew he was close. I knew all I had to do…. just a few words…

“Cum in my ass please”.

His eyes snapped shut…. a few more thrusts… and then his body shook… and he grunted with each spurt inside of me. A couple more thrusts left him completely spent… he pulled out… then laid down next to me. I curled up into his arms. It was just after midnight by then… our anniversary.

“Happy Anniversary baby… I love you”, I said… laying my head on his chest and sighing.

The perfect date indeed.


>another year


Three years ago.. I married my best friend… and it was the best day of my life.

Everyday since… has only been better… through the rough and the good times… he’s been my rock.


My dearest Ben…

Without you… I’d be lost. No words truly grasp the way I feel…

Happy Anniversary my love!!

>We laid in bed.. talking… cuddling.. just being together. Ben was on his back… and I was propped up on my elbow. I looked down at him… and he has this particular look in his eyes.. one that is hard to describe. It was like… kindness… adoration.. love.. lust… all rolled into one. It was overwhelming… in this… oh my god, I love this man kinda way.

I leaned into him… gently rubbing my nose against his… sharing a moment that was just simple.. and pure. Seconds seemed like minutes… and time could have stood still. Before I knew it… out lips touched… the passion between us ignited.

What started out as something gentle… became intense want and lust. His knee came up between my legs… wedged up against my pussy. I put my hand to his neck… lightly placing it against his collar bone. His hands wandered… up and under my shirt. His fingers dug into my back… making every nerve ending in my body come alive.

We kissed intensely… almost like we couldn’t get enough of one another. Soon he was pulling my shirt off…. and I laid back against him. I kissed him more… as he reached down and started stroking his cock. I love it when he does that… something about it makes me so freaking hot.

I finally couldn’t take anymore… and climbed on top of him… rubbing against his cock through our shorts. We grinded against one another…. fueling the want and need we had to partake in. His fingers once again raked across my back… then down to the band of my shorts.

I rolled away… letting him pull down my shorts… then his own. I wasted no time.. and climbed back on top of him. I rubbed my clit against the tip of his cock… making me suck in air… enjoying the sensation.

Moving my hips up… Ben guided his cock into my soaking wet pussy. I took him deep inside…. feeling every inch of him. His hands where all over… digging into my thighs.. my back… my tits. It felt amazing… and before I knew it… I was rocked with an orgasm so intense that I squeezed his cock out of me.

I leaned in and kissed him again as I slid back down on him fucking him vigorously. His hips rose to meet my own…. with one purpose alone… to make him cum. I bounced up and down… sighing and moaning with each thrust. I could tell by the look on his face.. and the force in which his fingers were buried into my flesh that he was close.

With each assualt.. I could feel the muscles in my pussy tighten… and I imagine it was all too much to take anymore. Ben filled my cunt with his cum… and then we collapsed into a pile of flesh… holding each other in a quiet contentment.

>Happy Birtday to my hubby!!!

Today is my hunny’s birthday! Another year around the world looks good on him… atleast I think so 🙂 Maybe I’m partial.

I have a pretty nice evening planned for my dear husband… filled with being bathed… a massage… some wine… and dessert (if you catch my drift). I can’t wait.. I love to pamper him. I’m ready for him to be home already!!


I love you more than words can describe… I hope you have the best birthday thus far.. If we have to grow old… you’re the one I want to do it with… so maybe getting old isn’t so bad.

>Ben and I rarely get a Saturday afternoon together… he always works late. So.. when he gets to come home earlier than usual…. I like to spend as much time with him as I can. Im a greedy girl like that :-).

We had grabbed a shower not long after he got home… we didn’t really have any plans but knew we were going to grab something to eat- I had a really long, hard day at work. He always gets out before me… and so when I finally dried off and did all my after shower rituals… he was on the couch with the laptop.

I looked at him kinda funny… kinda taken back that he wanted to be on the computer instead of being with him. We said something to each other, I can’t remember what… and then I think I said “hmph” (playfully of course) and walked into our room.

I laid down on the bed… there was no sheets or blankets… as we had stripped them to wash. I curled up next to one of our cats and began petting him as I could hear Ben calling out to me. I didn’t answer… but was grinning ear to ear knowing he would come to me.

And he did… within minutes he was in the bedroom asking me what I was doing… in which I answered, “petting the cat”. He sat on the bed and laid he his head against me… I love it when he does that. I readjusted… so that I was on my back and his head was on my stomach. He laid there and talked for a bit.

Soon I felt his hand wandering up my thigh to my sleeping pussy. His fingers slid up the lips.. bringing it alive and alert. I closed my eyes and enjoyed his touch. Minutes passed and I warned him that if he didn’t stop… I might rape him. He laughed and said okay.. that we needed to get some dinner.

“We can watch a lil’ somthin’ somethin’… and then maybe later.. we can watch a lil somethin’ somethin’“, he said… I was all smiles.

I rolled over onto my stomach and asked where he wanted to get something to eat. He didn’t know. Then.. out of no where… his palm made contact with my ass. It wasn’t the hard, get your attention type… just a playful… slap on the ass.

From there… there was a barrage of spankings… in which I loved. They were soft at first… working up to the ones that sends every inch of your body into alert. From side to side… and sometimes in the same spot a couple times before moving on… he worked my ass over. I was loving it.

Soon his fingers found their way to my very wet hole… he commented on how wet I was ( he loves the way my body responds to him). He kept spanking me.. making me yelp as he slid his fingers inside. I was in overload… I knew at any moment I was going to cum. I could feel that tell tale build… but was riding the wave slowly to the shore.

I felt his hand pop into my cunt… I tried staying relaxed but every nerve ending in my body was awake. He assault didn’t stop.. he kept working my ass and pussy over… knowing he had me just where he wanted me. Seconds passed…. and the words fell from my mouth.. asking to cum… then answered with a hissing yes.

The orgasm ripped through me… although Ben was not letting up… and so it felt like it lasted forever. All my muscles grasped his hand…. till it was over…. atleast from my end. He was in no way done with me.

Soon he broke out the wire hanger (which seems to be his toy of choice lately.. and I am notttttt complaining). I saw it out the corner of my eye, and where as I love it… my body tensed. The swats began…. I wasn’t ready… I felt panicy… and my breathing became erratic. I rose up… in which I was ordered to breath and get back down.

I lowered my body and tried to regain my breathing… his hands never left my cunt. This happened several times… and we transversed a lot of the bed. It amazes me how much you can move when you’re having sex. I could feel the heat radiating off my back and ass.

A while passed of this dance… and finally Ben wanted some attention for himself. He had been very giving… it was all about me up until then… something that doesn’t usually happen… for that.. I am thankful. He told me to suck his cock. I climbed off the bed eagerly.. as I had been wanting to feel it in my mouth… it was weird to go so long without his flesh hitting the back of my throat.

When I got to the floor, I took his cock into my mouth eagerly…. sucking with vigor. I slid my tongue against it with every bob of my head. Then I stopped… took his wet fingers into my hands… then began sucking my juices off them. When they were clean.. I went back to the job at hand.

Ben took up swating me with the hanger again while I sucked him. It’s far easier to be composed this way.. I have something to focus on.. to keep me from feeling scared of the sensations. Some time passed again… and I was told to get on the bed and lean my head over the side. I obeyed… and he straddled my face. I took his balls into my mouth… recieving moans from him.

“You want me to spank your pussy don’t you?”, he asked… and of course the answer was a resounding no. “Yes you do… you want me to spank it.. I know. Open your legs…. open them… “, and I did as I was told.. reluctantly.

I felt the cold metal make contact.. I cried out a little but still kept sucking his balls gently. Over and over it hit my skin… getting harder with each blow till I couldn’t take it anymore. I snapped my legs shut…. and again, Ben’s cool words fell from him mouth telling me to open my legs.

I reopened them… and he went back to work… till the same thing happened. This time.. he had another idea…. he was going to spank my pussy while he fucked me. That idea, I was down with. I turned on the bed… letting my ass hang off the bed a little and spread my legs for him.

He entered me…. and oh my did it feel good. He stroked himself in and out a few times then went about the business of spanking my pussy again. He fucked me hard.. and swatted me hard too…. but I was loving every second of it. I couldnt’ take it much longer and begged for him to just fuck me. Ask and ye shall recieve.

He dropped the hanger… and grabbed my legs. He began pouding me with force I don’t see that often. It lasted for a while too… much to much delited surprise. When he finally came….. I pulled him to me…. wrapping my legs and arms around him… and kissed him with all the passion I could muster. Our lips seperated…. and I whispered to him.. our faces so very close…. that I loved him.


We cuddled for a bit.. then I felt like I could actually stand. So we got up… I went and hugged him.. and did as I always do after we play. I spun around and checked out my ass in the mirror. It was all red and welty. On th side of my ass… there was a pattern… I giggled and told Ben it looked like fish scales. How I do love my marks. I will marvel at them for days to come 🙂

>Life is constantly moving forward. The sun will always rise…. just as sure as it will set… this has always been a constant.

Ten years ago.. you could have never convinced me that I would get off on pain… no way, no how. But, then again…. there are lots of things that you could not have convinced me of then. Hell, FIVE years ago… I probably wouldn’t have believed it either- yet here I am… craving that sensation. The drug I will never get enough of…

I love spankings… this I’m sure you know by now. I am fascinated by it…. the feel of it… the mind set it puts me in. So when Ben asked last night if I wanted him to get something that would hurt more than his hand… who was I to say no?

He left me bent over our bed… ass out… and walked past me to our closet. Instantly… I knew. I knew what he was going for. My heart felt like it sunk down between my knees with panic…. strange… since I have wanted to up the intensity. This is what I had been wanting.. what I had asked for. It was playing out in front of me.

My head raced… excited… scared… nervous…. thinking what he was going to produce was a plastic hanger. What I forgot about was the metal ones that still hung in there from his work uniforms. I tried to get a glimpse from out of the corner of my eye… but I didn’t even see so much as a tip.

He ran the cold metal over my back and skin. I shivered a bit… from the temperature of it… and the anticipation of feeling it make contact with my back side. I feared (or maybe hoped) for the worst. He asked if I was ready….. and even though I wasn’t sure I was… I said yes. Leading up to the first blow was worse in my mind than the actual event.

He tapped my ass a few times.. gently…. my body was full attention… waiting. Finally… the first real assault came… taking my breath away. It stung… bad. Just as I had imagined…. yet I still wanted more. It came as no real shock to me. While he started working me over.. my mind wandered… from the thoughts of wanting more… to not being sure I could take more…. to wondering if THIS is what a cane felt like.

Before he was done, Ben striped my ass… had a little fun with my breasts… and even managed to get me to spread my legs far apart to get one good swat on my cunt. I am fairly sure I could have taken more… that it could have went on for quite a bit longer. I’m not exactly sure why I let it end… I kind of was kicking myself as we laid there… quietly content in our post sex haze.

Once we pryed ourselves out of bed… I checked out my “war wounds” in the mirror. A sly grin came across my face to see the product of his love. (Because in my eyes…. he does this because I ask him to…. because he knows it’s what I need…. and so that it love.. to me amongst other things). There is something about when he marks me…. that brings me such joy. I wonder do all people that play so to speak enjoy their marks as much? Do they wear them like a badge of honor?

Even as I was in the bathroom at my father-in-laws (look for another post coming soon to a blog near you!)…. I turned to admire the red lines… and faint bruises in the mirror. Sigh. What more can a girl ask for?

>I have always been hesitant to air our dirty laundry… I didn’t want to be THAT girl that bitched and moaned about her husband. The fact is… I adore him with my every being… I love him… and plan on spending our lives together. No matter if I am upset with him… or completely happy.. that does not change.

With that said.

Our only ongoing issue in our relationship.. has been sex. Sex is very important to me… always has been. Its part of how I identify myself. I am a very sexual person… period. Ben.. no so much. He is okay with having sex a couple times a week… and leave it at that. He’s not the type to spend time looking for new things to do.. or watch porn without me. It’s not at the front of his mind… almost ever.

For me.. that’s really not so true. I think about sex everyday… multiple times a day. I like thinking about new things… looking for new things. I could happily have sex almost everyday… and be good to go.

There is not a huge difference in the amount we want sex… but it is very noticeable to me sometimes. I am very touchy feely… in a sexual way sometimes…. even if I’m not necessarily trying to initiate sex. Sometimes… my goal is just for him to want me…. to have that want build till later. He doesn’t always get that… the point of it. And so this leads to my feelings being hurt.. because he pushes me away.

About every six to eight months… we do this dance… where it comes to a head… mainly because when it comes up.. we put a quick patch on it and move forward. We never really come to any answers to how to meet in the middle. And so things start back all hot and heavy… and slowly move to the other… and culminates in me being butt hurt and him feeling like he can’t perform to what I need.

I’m really tired of this dance… tired of it coming to that.. because honestly we’re better than that. We can work out our differences.. we are intelligent adults. So thats where we are. It will all work itself out.. its just trying to figure out how to get to that point.

We are both trying to figure out what exactly we need and what we want. When we do, we’ll sit down and talk.. compare.. and figure out the middle ground. It will be work to figure out something new.. and make it work… but I know we can.

>I laid in his arms… him on his back.. me curled into his body. The calm after the storm… the uncertainty in the wake of the fight we just ended. Although it was done… I was still holding on.. holding onto the words he said… and the hurt it caused.

His fingers traced the curves of my back… gently caressing my warm skin. Our breathing shallow… but rhythmic. The room was quiet… only the soft hum of the fan above us spoke. I needed air… I needed away just to keep the monster inside calm. I kissed him… told him I loved him.. because no matter what.. that remains true.

After pulling away and laying on my back… my reluctant hand touched his leg… not wanting the gap between us to grow so large that tears would come flowing back. Minutes passed… and again… his advancement came. His hand touched my body… gently… wanton.

He outlined my chest.. down my stomach.. to my thighs.. barely passing by my pussy. In my head… I wanted nothing of it… I didn’t want to give in…. to let go. But.. as always.. my body betrays my mind… it reacts to the touch of the man I love.

My mind fights though.. not letting down the barrier that easily. With every stroke of his fingers… the lust wells in my body… yet inside… the battle goes on… there is no way it will allow me to enjoy this seduction. Still he presses on. More and more brave as time passes.. till his fingers dive into my wet cunt. A groan escapes his mouth at the welcome they are met with. The warm, wetness envelopes his digits… urging him on.

The arousal is almost too much to fight anymore… he knows my weakness… he can see right through me. He knows how to touch me to make me melt… how to make me scream. This is intimacy… this raw unhidden truth… this knowledge of me. His fingers advance up.. finding my swollen clit and begins lavishing it with attention… till every wall my mind has built is in a pile of rubble.

He senses this… and in a smooth move… he is on top of me. The tip of his cock nudges against my soaked hole. He stays there… tempting me to slid down on him…. or perhaps to tease me.. to make me helpless with lust. His lips meet mine… they mingle.. tongues brushing each other in a dance of sorts. A tango of passion.

There is no roughness… its pure… its love… its naked need… the need to push past the angry words said… the hurt that was caused- to make it all better… to mend those wounds. Its intensity that you feel deep inside… the offer of yourself… to where you are truly naked…


>It’s late… it is time for bed.

Freshly showered we climb into bed… I lay back.. he is on his knees to fluff the sheets. My hand extends to touch the dip in his back ever so gently. I look at it with wonder… I just adore his back.. the curve of it.

I run the tips of my fingers up and down his spine… feeling the warmth of his skin… I breath a sigh… totally entranced in my lovers body. How his strong shoulders melt into the valley that is his spine.. down to the dip of at the base.. till it turns into his perfectly round ass.

I could touch him forever… in such silent reverence… I wonder if he knows how I adore him… all that makes him… and how I am completely attracted to him in every way. That I think he is handsome… sexy… cute… beautiful.. all in one.

It’s moments like this… where I bathe in it…. in the wonder I have for him.. and how it doesn’t matter how much time passes… I can still look at him.. and just feel this overwhelming feeling… of love… of attraction.

All of this passes through my mind… it seems like an eternity… but its merely seconds before he slides into bed with me.. shutting off the light and settling in for the night. I roll into him… feeling his arm drape around me… closing my eyes… and I’m home.

>Today is our anniversary. 🙂 We won’t be having too much time together today as Ben has to work late… and I have to work tomorrow.. but we will be making the most of what little we do get. It’s one of those things that seems like… wow.. we’ve been together that long… but in the same instance it really does seem longer.. in a good way of course. It seems like we’ve been with one another for years upon years.. that we are so much apart of each other.. that being apart is not something that even makes sense anymore.

I just have to say… I love that man… so much.. words do not describe how I feel. When I kiss him… my breath is still stolen…. and my heart flutters. I still miss him insanely when we are not together. We still text each other each morning and call on lunches. I don’t think that I could have found a more well suited partner if I had been looking.

I wanted to share with you all… the words I spoke to my husband on the day we were joined in marriage. We wrote our own vows.. and I spent weeks writing and revising.. just to get them perfect. In the end… I was proud of the words that fell from my lips… and filled with such joy and love… seeing his reaction. Even now it makes me misty to think back on that day… that wonderful day.

My darling Ben- to say that my heart is yours from this day forward would be wrong, because it’s always been yours since the day I met you. How do I sum up how I feel in a few words? It would never do our love justice. I don’t promise to one or two things… I promise my everything. I promise to be your most loyal friend despite what may come our way. I will be honest and faithful to you. I vow to respect you for your uniqueness and be by your side, encouraging you to strive to always be your best and comfort you when you stumble. I will be there to wipe away the your tears and spend endless hours laughing with you. I will give you my best to build a life with you, to grow old with you along life’s journey. But most importantly, I promise to love and cherish you every day of my life because without you I would never be complete.



I love you more than I did yesterday…. you are so special to me. We’ve come so far… and have so much further to go… thank your for being you. Happy Anniversary my darling.