The Dating Couple

For a long time, I’ve been looking for a good mini-bullet. I had one once, but used it until it broke. I like the minis because they give more direct vibration.

However, my search for the perfect vibrator has been very frustrating. I’ll buy something that looks like it will work, only to be let down when it’s either too bulky or not powerful enough.

As Jonathan mentioned yesterday, our air has been out and there has been somewhat of a revival in oral sex because even though I have nothing against getting hot and sweaty, I find it hard to keep going in ninety degree heat.

So, this brings me to the perfect vibrator. Every once in a while when Jonathan was going down on me, he would say something and the vibrations would travel through me. I told him at some point, we would have to try it in all seriousness and try it we did.

Last night, Jonathan surprised me. He lightly pulled my clit between his lips and started to hum. When the pitch changed, the vibrations changed. When he sped up or slowed down, it changed. It was in a word incredible.

No worrying about batteries. No fooling with inadequate equipment. No pulling the chord out of the damn egg (the fate of my first and only satisfying bullet). Just a nice and natural solution.

So guys, if you haven’t tried this on your lady, try it to night. You both might just be surprised at the reactions you get. However, I would stay to simple tone humming rather than songs, especially Manamanah.

As I mentioned before, I’m not a small woman. However, I wouldn’t look right really thin either. Coming to that conclusion and being comfortable with my size has taken a long time. Yes, there are still days that I wish I were lighter but they are much fewer and farther between than in the past.

I first started having problems with my weight in middle school. I had abnormal periods and was put on birth control. I think that that was the start of the screwing up of my metabolism. After starting the pill I gained a little weight. I was a size 16 and was picked on by all the kids in school not only for my size, but also my anti-social nature.

Continue reading ‘Weight Battle’

While driving around earlier today, we were behind a police officer for about a mile. This is no big deal, he was going the same way we were, but then suddenly turned off. I realized that it was because he had reached the Jefferson/Orleans Parish lines but what if that hadn’t been the reason?

What if, we made him nervous and he decided to turn because of us. I posed the simple question to Jonathan “Do you ever wonder if cops get nervous when we follow them like we do when they follow us?” He thought for a moment and then his eyes lit up. “I want to try it” is all he said.

So, the rest of the ride home was devising how we would do it. First, we would need to get a very recognizable car, think traffic cone orange. Then we would need to spot a cop and just start following him around for a little while. Finally, we could record our little experiment and document the cops reactions.

There was some silliness about if they tried to pull us, following them and telling them that we were following them first. Think, Bugs Bunny and Elmer Fudd running in circles around a tree. We had a good laugh and continued home.

Continue reading ‘Conversations’

After a long hard day at work, we went by the house we plan on buying. Today was its inspection day and it passed fairly well. There are a few concerns, but nothing major. So, tomorrow I will send off the check for the appraisal.

When we left the house, we headed to one of our favorite local restaurants, Cafe Rendezvous. It’s a great place to go and relax, not to mention we have become fairly good friends with the daytime manager, J.

Tonight, J came and sat at our table and asked her to come up with some drinks to put on the sign out front. We came up with quite a few and laughed and acted shocked at some of the names. She joked about asking a male bartender for a “screaming orgasm” and a few other names.

She then told us about an incident with the sign. Now, you have to understand that J is Spanish and though she speaks English very well, she doesn’t always spell it very well nor does she understand every word of American slang. The cafe is on a very busy intersection and she has mentioned many times people stopping in to let them know of a misspelling.

However, this wasn’t her usual tale of misspellings. Here’s what happened: J had asked one of the girls to go and change the sign because she couldn’t be pulled away from work at that moment. Four hours later, J had to go to her car for something. On the way back, a couple leaving the restaurant were giggling.

The man said “Honey, if I knew they were serving that, I might have ordered it for you.” Then they both started laughing.

Curious, J went over to check the sign. Instead of reading “steak and cocktails” it read “steak and cock.” Unfortunately, the tale doesn’t end there.

J never hearing the term cock before (I couldn’t believe it either) went inside and started asking customers what the strange word meant.

Finally, one of the waitresses told J that she just couldn’t go around asking people about that word.

J responded “Why not it’s on the sign.”

After it was explained to her J couldn’t believe that the other girl would put that on the sign.

The waitresses excuse? “I couldn’t make cocktail fit.”

So, after a long hard day, hanging out with a cute Spanish woman (who always hugs and makes physical contact with me) and hearing a funny story at the end of the day made the evening a little brighter. It was the perfect choice for dinner tonight.

As Jonathan and I were walking around our neighborhood last week, looking at houses, a car drove past. Nothing unusual about that, however what was unusual was that a girl yelled out “Nice Ass” to me.

I’ve gotten many compliments on my posterior before. It wasn’t anything new. However, it did take me by surprise that a girl would so brazenly yell out her appreciation. Unfortunately, she was driving too fast. By the time the her cat call reached my ears and registered in my brain, she was gone.

I walked back to the edge of the street and looked after the car, but to no avail.

I have to wonder what would have happened if she had slowed down to see if I would stop and turn around. I have to wonder had she somehow known that Jonathan and I date girls, if she would have gotten out of the car to compliment me. I have to wonder, who she was and if she thought about my ass while masturbating that night.

I wish that she would have stopped. I wish that women would have the courage to come up to me and be so direct. And, I wish that I could be just as direct back.

I think that, as women, we’re taught to be sensitive to other women’s feelings. We’re taught to not talk like guys to other women. We’re taught to play games and not to be straight forward about how we feel or what we want. Even though this woman in the car was blunt, she was still playing a game because if she had truly not cared about what I would think, she would have stopped the car. She would have gotten out and she would have told me to my face/ass what she thought of me.

I wish she had. We might have made a new friend from the experience, and she? Well, she would have had a great time I’m sure.

He slowly brings me to the center of the room and tells me to close my eyes. I throw a quirky / curious smile and obey. I feel his hands rubbing over my body, through my clothes. He brings his face close to mine. I can feel his warm breath on the back of my neck as he stands behind me.

He kisses my neck softly, lightly. Then nibbles a bit while his hands work at unbuttoning my shirt. With each button, a finger explores my newly exposed skin. The satin shirt glides off my shoulders. More kissing, more nibbling, more caressing. I’m growing wet with anticipation of what he will do next.

Continue reading ‘Bliss’

My boss is out of town for the next few days and I’m already feeling better. I like her well enough, but all the stress of this past week really did a number on me. I’m glad that the week is almost over.

In big news, Jonathan and I are looking for a house. So, if the posts are a little later than usual, I apologize. We’ve seen a couple of houses including one really cute one today and it has a lot of cute girls in the neighborhood, always a plus. It’s small, but it might work out to be our best bet.  We’ve been looking for a house for a very long time now, but now it seems a little more possible to find something.

In other news, we’re heading out tonight to go to the bar where one of the burlesque dancer works a couple of nights a week. She told us she’d be there tonight. So, we’re going to go and stop in to see her. Perhaps I’ll be able to nail down an appointment with her to sit for me.  If she does, maybe I can put some of the photos on here for you all to see.

I’m in much better spirits now and apologize for being such a downer lately. I’m looking forward to screwing Jonathan’s brains out after we get back in, or perhaps getting oral from him. I am feeling a little selfish this evening.

Maybe I’ll work on my next post about his oral skills. He’s bragged so much about mine, but ladies he’s not one to shy away from a good pussy licking. Not to mention that he’s had seven years of training/perfecting his technique.

On the other hand though, there is his lovely cock which would feel really good pounding away inside my tight, wet, throbbing  cunt. Hell, maybe I’ll just take both.

Well, this is actually the second time I’ve started writing this post, just a hint to how my day has been going. I’ve been really stressed out lately, mainly because of the new job, and it’s been causing a constant pain through my neck and shoulder. It’s either that, or my hair is too long and I need to get it cut again. I do have very thick hair and whenever it gets too long it causes neck pain.

However, I think this is more from stress. Like I said, I started this post earlier on my new phone Jonathan mentioned yesterday. I thought it would be cool to do a full post from it. However, when I went back into the site after House went off, the post was gone.

Continue reading ‘What a day…’

We just returned from a trip to the Tarantula Arms bar where we went to see our first burlesque show, Reverend Spooky LeStrange and Her Billion Dollar Baby Dolls. I’ve been interested in seeing a burlesque show for a long time. When I was younger, I watched a lot of old television shows which featured women stripping down to their “unmentionables” and inciting the usually all male audience with wolf howls and amorous gestures. So, when a few years ago I heard that burlesque was coming back, I could barely wait to see a show. However, due to conflicts of timing, each time a show was in town, I wasn’t able to go until now.

Continue reading ‘Our First Burlesque Show’

There was a girl in the cafeteria at lunch today. She was absolutely lovely. Her long dark hair was swept up into a clip so that the ends fell loose and brushed against her swan-like neck. She was tall and slender, but shapely. She looked like she had just stepped out of an old private eye movie from the 1920′s in her knit black shirt, her knee-length gray skirt and long legs. Everything about the way she moved and what she wore projected elegance and beauty.

Perhaps, that is why the tone of this entry is toned down some. Perhaps, using vulgarities to describe her would somehow diminish the joy of the memory of watching her move, the way the sun seemed drawn to her and relish dancing on her skin, and the way we silently exchanged glances as we quietly ate our lunch while sitting alone.

I usually try not to look at the people at work. It seems important to me to keep the two sides of myself separate, the fun loving after work and the responsible member of society I’m expected to portray during the day. However, for a split moment today, I let my mask fall just a little and let someone else peek in at me as I glanced back at her under her mask. A fleeting and unexpected meeting of two people who recognized each other as kindred.

It was a nice sensation and I hope to see this beauty again tomorrow. Perhaps, she’ll ask to share my table and grace me with her presence. Then, I can see up close how certain aspects of her body move when she scoots her chair closer to the table and if her eyes sparkle as much as they seemed to from half a room away.