Heeheehee

I'm having a lazy Saturday afternoon, lolling about in the airconditioning trying to keep cool. Musicman is napping, recooperating from some Saturday afternoon playtime.

We did some errands this morning, and thought about taking a dip in the pool, but when we came up to our room to change our clothes Musicman changed the plans. I'm thinkin' he was a bit randy cause we had been talking and teasing all morning about last nights activities. We tried out one of the new toys, heeheehee.

The new toy is lovely and will soon get a review. I'd like to give it another go before I try and explain how much I LOVE it :) Besides that I seem to have developed a terminal case of the giggles that I just can't get rid of. They started last night and it is seriously affecting my ability to focus, teeheehee.

See...told ya!   (yes, I'm giggling through this entire post, and Musicman is napping right through it, just feet away.)


Anyway, back to earlier, Musicman decided to take a shower. It was clear he intended to get dirty again after the shower. He was being all Domly, it was so cute, saying things that at most times would totally flip my switches. They were flipping my switches, but they also re-ignited the giggles.

He told me to do something specific while he was in the shower, my response was to giggle. He told me something else to do while he was in the shower, my response was to giggle harder. He tried to be stern, but my giggles were starting to effect him too. When it degenerated to the point that everything he said just sent me into fits of laughing he finally gave up and got in the shower.

I had every intention of doing the things he told me to do, once I stopped laughing. I did get a start on the first one, but he takes quick showers. He came in from the shower wrapped in a towel and laid on the bed. He waited patiently for me to finish the first task. It was not going well, and I did not set out to intentionally distract him, but that's kinda what happened.

Musicman started on a new med 6 months ago when he had his surgery that causes him to bruise very easily. He has a very physical job, the amount of bruises he gets all over him still surprise me. With him lying on the bed in nothing but a towel I saw several nasty looking bruises. It has become my habit to kiss all his bruises. Cause faerie kisses cure everything, don'tcha know. 

So I started kissing his bruises. Bruises on his chest, bruises on his arm, bruises on his back and shoulder. By then I just couldn't resist licking his scar and planting little faerie kisses down it. Weird thing to do, I know, but licking and kissing his scar is a habit I picked up after his transplant surgery, that's a pretty wicked scar.

The whole time I was kissing him he was whispering things to me. Whispering of the things we had done the night before and the things we were gonna do now. No giggles this time, thank goodness.
I asked him if I missed any bruises. He said no, but his balls were a bit tender from the night before.

Well, since faerie kisses cure everything, I couldn't skip them. One of the things we got in the mail was a bullet vibrator, we hadn't tried it yet. I postioned myself between his legs, he had the controller and handed me the bullet vibrator. Sore boys need lots of gentle lovin'. Long slow licks, all around, followed closely by the bullet, seemed to work wonders. Long sweeps across the boys with the flat of my tongue followed by circles with the point of the bullet. Circles with the bullet continue, as I lick up his now fully erect shaft. Circle the tip and sweep over the smooth head with the bullet, then plunge him as far into my mouth as I can manage, pushing the vibe ahead of me down his cock.

I worked the bullet around the base of his shaft and around the boys as I eagerly licked and sucked all of him in. I held the tip of the bullet at the edge of my mouth as I sucked him in and out, rotating my head as I went so I could cover every inch with the vibe as well as my mouth.  I placed my lips around the outside of his shaft and slid up and down while holding the bullet on the otherside and taking it with me with every stroke.

Things get a bit fuzzy here, cause we were both pretty worked up. I know he dropped the vibe conroller at some point, cause he buried both hands in my hair. He started thrusting his cock into my mouth. All I could do was hold on for the ride and try to remember not to drop the vibe. I could barely remember to breath much less anything else.

I soon found myself flipped over, face down, he grabs my legs and pulls me into position. He's between my legs looming over my back, he bends forward, hands me the vibe and tells me to put it on my clit and not to drop it.

Umm..yeah...sure, I'll give that a try, but I highly doubt it's gonna hapen. That's what I thought, what I said sounded more like, yesyesyesyessiiiiiir. After that, all bets were off. He plunged so deep and so fast and that darn little bullet vibrating away against my clit. Not a hope in heck I'm gonna remember anything but bliss.

When it was over, I dropped the hand with the vibe in it as he pulled out of me. The juices literally dripped from me, all over the palm of my hand resting on the bed with the bullet still vibrating away on it. It drenched a good portion of my skirt which he had just pulled up instead of removing.

Yeah, I'm thinking that bullet vibe is gonna be a lot of fun. We had never tried anything like it before, and I got it free for signing up for edenfantasys newsletter. I can't begin to put a price on how much fun that was, but free is even better. If you haven't tried one, I highly recommend it.


Any bets on whether Musicman remembers that I distracted him instead of doing what he told me to do? Heeheehee.

Musicman To The Rescue

If you read my last post you know I had a disastrous day at the job and ended up quitting. Not my best moment to say the least. My big concern is that Musicman not have to pick up extra hours at work. He used to work 6 days a week and has resisted going back to that since his surgery. We both agreed we didn't want that and that if I got a part time job he wouldn't need too. That's why I was working and that's why I feel guilty that I wasn't able to handle the situation better.

As usual though, Musicman came to my rescue and made me feel much better. We spent sometime doing chores together, like bathing our poor old dog and vacuuming the pool. I love to vacuum the pool, I find it very soothing. We even actually spent some time in the pool. I floated around on the raft while Musicman played with my swimsuit and exposed and explored parts of me that never get to see the sunshine. That distracted me pretty effectively. As darkness fell we sat and watched the fireflies until the skeeters decided we would make a good snack. We then adjourned to the house, he to the shower and me to the bedroom.

When he came in the bedroom with just a towel wrapped around him I was lounging on the bed. I did not stay there for long as he had ideas on how to really make me feel better. He pulled me up off the bed. Before I knew what was happening I was facing the lounge and bent over with my sundress flipped up about my waist. I barely had time to brace myself with my hands before I face planted right into the lounge.

Smack, aahhhh, the flogger. That's sure to make a sad faerie happy in a hurry. He proceeded to warm my backside. I'm not great at staying still and would occasionally start to sink at the knees, he fixed that by smacking my thighs everytime it happened. That was quite effective in straightening me back up. Then I started to sink at the elbows, now wanting to face plant into the lounge. I don't know how long it was, before he grabbed my hair and pulled me upright against him and said something about needing more.

I don't actually remember, but I must have said yes cause back over I went. Smack, smack, smack, smack went the flogger, at some point he repositioned me.  I was still standing bent over the lounge, but my legs were now spread wide giving him easy access to the lady parts.  Oh, yes please, I love, love, love the flogger applied to the lady parts.

Everything becomes a bit of a blur after that and I have no idea how he does it, but I would swear the man has more then two hands. I remember hands pulling and pinching my nipples, hands exploring the freshly flogged lady parts, and the flogger still in action. Obviously that's too many hands for just one man, but that's how I remember it.

I remember his tongue invading the aforementioned freshly flogged lady parts. I remember sailing through the stars and watching the fireworks burst in beautiful colors all around me.  I remember feeling my bones melt right out of my body. I remember touching heaven, several times, before bursting into millions of tiny little pieces. Floating gently in nirvana, not a care in the world, nor even an awareness of the world past my own nerve endings.

I remember being pulled up and turned around and pushed back down, face level with his beautious cock, mmm...yummy. He was just being a tease though. He only let me taste briefly before I was again turned around  and bent over to receive that wonderful hard cock. I was so ready at that moment, I needed to feel him in me so badly. I would have begged if I could have formed enough of a thought to make my voice work.

Several orgasms later I was so relaxed and yet so turned on still that I didn't even blink when he said he was gonna fuck me in the ass. I don't do anal well at all and usually tense up if he says anything along those lines. Didn't happen this time though, I started to tense a bit when I felt him first start to breach the back door. I very vividly remember the thought "breathe" go flying through my head, so I did, and I stayed relaxed, shoved myself backwards even to take more of him.

I honestly don't know why it worked so well this time, but boy howdy did it work. I'm going to assume that since he was buried deep in my ass, it was his hands I was feeling stimulating the lady parts. I remember later telling him that if I get any closer to squirting without actually squirting I will die. But oh, what a way to go.  La Petite Morte, indeed!

I just layed where I collapsed on the lounge, drifitng in the post orgasm haze, while he cleaned me up with a towel. Good thing he did, cause I would not have been able to reach all the cum he sprayed over my back and butt.

I rested and recooped while he cleaned up and got a snack. Such a great guy I have, I was laying in bed where he eventually joined me. He rolled me over and proceeded to administer a lovely handspanking and several more orgasms. He did eventually indulge me in my quest to have him in my mouth. It had been a few days and I was seriously craving the taste of him. He made me beg for it, and beg I did, it was totally worth it.

He still seems surprised sometimes when he reads here. He says I portray him as perfect. He's a smart guy, you would think by now he would realize he is perfect, for me. Once again, my hero rescued me.