Watching Has its Own Rewards

I can see from watching that you know how to treasure your body: what works for you, how to touch yourself to bring responsiveness and pleasure. You don’t place the focus solely on your cock – you also pay attention to the rest of your body, have learnt where your various special erogenous areas are.

As you masturbate – and as I watch and as you watch me watching – you are full of variety. Sometimes you remain for a time with one movement or action, then you change, varying speed or altering rhythm to keep things going. You don’t use just the one hand (although you can), instead playing yourself with both. Placing your palms on each side of your cock to shift the skin up and down the shaft; moving your fingertips below to fondle your scrotum so very lightly; sliding the other hand up to scratch at your belly, cup your breasts, tease out a nipple. Slipping a finger into your mouth, then your anus. Groaning. Teasing yourself. Teasing me.

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Open Me Up

For me fisting is one of the hottest, more intimate, sexual acts out there. To trust a partner enough to relax, to open wide, to envelop them within you – to cradle them tight and deep and incredibly slickly – is an act of such mindfulness that I have done it with very few people.

Fisting isn’t quite as it sounds (any more than a blow-job is!) – but the name puts many people off trying it. I think that’s a shame, because the sensations – both as the fistee and the fister – are amazing.

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Keeping Up Energy Levels

If you’re going to be having intense, epic, multiple-times-daily sex sessions with a lover you haven’t seen in nine months then remembering to both eat and keep up fluid levels is somewhat vital! To that end, m’Lady and I were at least someone organised. Zie purchased some powdered electrolytes for me before I arrived, and we also made sure that all the ingredients were in place for me to cook on at least one occasion.

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Overwrought

I am very focused. Not on my work – although somehow I am still managing to make phone calls and update systems – but on the heavy pulsing that is focused on my cunt.

All I want to do is wrestle my hand inside my trousers, inside my knickers, and slide across my clit to my cunt. I can feel my wetness. I clench my thighs, noting the slick movement of my lips against each other.

I want to touch myself.

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Cathartic

I need to be able to let go – and it’s damned hard for me to do. Over the years I’ve had to hold on and keep it together for so long, that even awesome orgasms only bleed off a bit of it. Mostly I’m still holding on – those subconscious muscles are tensed, and often I can’t figure out how to relax them no matter what I do. Lucky for me, I have amazing partners who are there to help me.

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Dee’s birthday story

It’s my birthday, and I have received many wonderful gifts from many wonderful lovers today. But my owner and m’Lady, Tethys, has given me a very precious present: a story zie has written herself, read out and recorded for me to hear in hir own voice.

I am delighted and honoured that zie is willing for me to share the text of that story with you all. I hope you find it as arousing as I do. Enjoy!

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Collared

I really like D/s, and a lot of what it entails (yeah, duh, I know). A quick look at the BDSM and kinky categories over in my sidebar, and all the sub-categories, shows that I have and have had a lot of fun experimenting in the time I’ve kept this blog. A few years ago I figured out that I am no longer entirely on the bottom end of the spectrum (hooray for switchy proclivities, which keeps Hylas well entertained).

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Pain versus pain

It’s been two weeks today since I took my last painkiller. Technically I am still allowed to take some – I could have taken up to four last week, and up until Sunday this week I am able to take three – but I haven’t needed to.

The last painkillers I took were on my flight over to Melbourne. I haven’t taken any since. This is a HUGE thing. Because remember that chronic, daily, never-goes-away-ever migraine? The one I’ve had for over six years? I take painkillers for that.

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Back to earth

After ten amazing and intense days with Tethys, I have landed back in the regular everyday world with a ‘thump’. And that thump hurts like a bastard. It’s a hurt that says: ‘you had something amazing for a few days. Now back to reality for you.’

I know I am lucky. So far as regular everyday worlds go, mine is pretty damned awesome! I live with an amazing husband who snuggles me good, makes me tea, comes on my tits and rubs it in lovingly, listens indulgently to my shenanigans, and conspires with my pet to plan something for my birthday (I assume it’s my birthday. Come on, guys!). I see my beloved pet three or four days a week and he paints my toenails for me, encourages me to plunder his arse (and teases mine in return), covers me in slobbery pet kisses, and generally is the bestest pet a Boss could ask for – even with the conspiracy-in-progress …

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The voyages of Dionysos

For those of you come part-way through the tale, let me tell you about Dionysos. He was part of this story right from the very beginning, as together we discovered what kink was – he from the top and myself from the bottom.

Over the years, we experimented with rope and chains and orgasm denial and pegs and flogging – all sorts of wicked and wonderful things. With him we learned swiftly that I adored having photographs taken from every conceivable angle … and somehow that it was extra funny when ducks were involved.

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About Dee

Exhibitionist with words, skin and sex. Free with kisses, compliments, and friendship. Open with heart, passion, and laughter.
Labels I choose for myself: pansexual, polyamorous, fat, kinky, New Zealander, writer.
You can keep my partners and close friends not-mixed-up by reading more about them here.
I write fortnightly for GLBTI magazine Express, for whom I am also the sub-editor. I also write upon occasion for other publications!
If you want to get in touch, send me an email: curvaceous.dee@gmail.com.