The Gift of Giving

I’ve been having a ROUGH time at work; the hours are getting longer, the stress is increasing, my boss is certifiably insane… The perfect storm. This week I’ve also been sick, recovering from an epic weekend out in Willow, Alaska at Spectrum Music & Arts Festival 2016. I barely stumbled out of that bitch alive, and went back to work the following Monday with dirt on my feet. So of course I immediately develop a head cold and sinus infection. Hooray, mucous is so sexy. Whatever, I’m putting my prospective new blog entry on the backburner until I am well rested and at my fullest ability… but what to do about my immediate needs? I need something. I don’t know what it is, but I need it. I would kill for a face to sit on without anything in return. That’s not a fair thing to ask, so I wait for it to be offered. Something will come along, I’m sure. And then sure enough, Abercrombie texts me he and his lady friend have broken up for good this time.

Oh… oh, really? What’s that line from Fight Club? I felt like destroying something beautiful. Yes. You gorgeous, cut, god-damn-model of a baby-faced boy. What’s 6’3″, could  model for American Eagle, and maybe wants me to dominate his asshole any way I please? This guy. I’m a former professional dominatrix; it’s been a long time since I poured myself into vinyl, latex, and corsets, but I think I’ll get back into it. Not professionally, but maybe just for funsies. I do enjoy bossing them around and doing whatever I want. He offers me a cuddlefuck to relieve some stress from work, and I gladly accept. Then he mentions his ass is mine tonight if I want it. I do. He asks me when I want him, and we make the plan for him to start the journey to my house after work. That gives me enough time to shower, put on my bitch-face, and maybe clean up the rape shack to a more presentable love nest setting. On my way home I’m getting myself amped up by listening to Aphrodite by the one and only Kylie Minogue. “I’m fierce and I’m feeling mighty, I’m a golden girl, I’m an Aphrodite!” Yes, sing it. He knows to tell me Yes Ma’am, and to call me Mistress. I need to get into that head space after being the state of Alaska’s bitch all day. I haven’t quite decided yet what I’m going to do with him. I’m tempted to demand he go down on me until I am satisfied, and then do all his butt stuff as a reward. I know once I begin with any nonsense down there with him, he’ll finish and that will be the end. I need to make up my mind how I want to get mine before the big finale… or if I even really want to get mine. There’s a thought. I haven’t just pleased someone in a long while, and I do so enjoy it. Especially when what they enjoy is considered unconventional.

Home, showered, putting on my face. He arrives and gets comfortable while I finish up my routine. I sit on my bed next to him and we chit-chat a bit. He catches me up on the downfall of his last relationship, it sounds very dramatic and avoidable, and I reassure him he may have been sticking his dick in crazy. I begin to braid my hair, two pig tails, as is custom before I get down to business. This is all part of my routine. Immediately he recalls this is the last thing I do before I pounce. Correct, kiddo. As soon as my hair is situated I throw my leg over him and straddle that beautiful ab-tastic body. I push his sweatshirt up and touch his perfect tummy. So defined. So hard. I move down lower and demand he remove his pants. Just the pants, keep your underwear on. I drag my finger tips along his legs and thighs, teasing. Adding pressure, removing pressure, all the touching. I push his legs up and around me, grinding forward. Those little moans and gasps are what I live for; he’s a nelly bottom for sure. I like my bottoms to be vocal and appreciative, being that I don’t have a dick and get no physical pleasure from pegging/ fisting/ using toys on them- I require they enjoy it for the both of us. He’s been aching for me to peg him for MONTHS and I plan to. I will fuck him proper. Not tonight, at this very moment, but the plan is in place to take him the way I want him. Tonight I think I’ll just please him the way he desperately wants to be pleased, and I’ll make him thank me for it every step of the way.

I get my own kind of satisfaction from knowing I’m a great lover. I enjoy pleasing my partners when they do the things to please me. He has before and will again; I have no doubt we will have a few nights together. One of our little quirks is he sends me shirtless post-workout selfies, covered in sweat, to show off that beautiful, perfect body I love so much. That makes me happy and I love that he revels in the attention, and my praise. I’m a sucker for a pretty boy. I have skills and tricks that I’ve acquired from years of pushing my own boundaries and watching weird porn. So even though I don’t intend to have him give me an orgasm tonight, I will be fulfilled by bringing him to ecstasy. I also like to be someone’s first for something, especially when I know I’m good at that something. I strip his underwear off and touch him. He’s becoming hard very quickly, just from my finger tips and simulated pegging. I put lube in my hands, remind him I like him to call me Mistress and to say Yes Ma’am. He says thank you, Mistress. Good boy.

I put my slippery hands around his very large manhood and start with my double stroke HJ, which makes him immediately grip the bed and gasp out you really know how to handle a cock! I do, I do. I slip a finger inside him as I use the other hand to stroke him, and he’s losing his mind. Good boy, you’ll be getting much more than this very shortly. Two fingers in, I’m being careful because I’m not sure how much he can take at first or what he does with himself when he’s all alone in the Air Force dorms. My former spouse could take a maglite on his own, just saying. It’s time for a toy, I think he’s warmed up enough. I’ve been rubbing his prostate (also known as the p-spot,) and edging him. I’m good at edging. Very good at it. I like bringing this boy to the edge and then bringing him right back. I get out my handy-dandy p-spot massager and slip it in him. It’s thicker than my two fingers, but it vibrates so I’m sure he’ll like it. Also, it will help loosen him a bit for the main event. Once it’s inside I press the button to activate the vibration, and he is exclaiming his surprise and wonderment. Thank you, mistress. Yes, yes. We continue with this for a bit, while I switch stroking hands and keep edging him. I ask him if he’s ready for a new toy. Yes, ma’am. Alright, close your eyes. It’s better if you don’t have an idea of how big it is, you’ll relax more.

I grab a dildo that is usually attached to a chest harness, lube it up, and rub the tip on his asshole. With eyes closed he pulls his legs back a little more. He wants it. He wants me to give it to him. I gently ease it in, being acutely aware of his body language and breathing, to take it slow and not cause too much discomfort. He takes all 8 inches, to the base. As I begin to move it in and out, I add a twist to the motion, and continue stroking his cock. This will be over very, very quickly. He’s writhing, exclaiming “oh god” and “thank you, mistress,” I’m enjoying the show. I speed up. I add a bit of force. He asks permission to cum. Yes, you may cum. I know once he does, that will be the end of fun time for us, because he’s a classic one and done. But I’ve been edging him for a solid 30 minutes and he’s been holding back as much as possible. He climaxes and makes an enormous mess. Then he apologized to me, because he came so fast. I forgive him. He’s a good boy, he tried. We can’t expect him to be a porn star the first time I get down to business on him. Don’t mind me over here, stroking my ego.

I clean him up, because I take good care of my boys, and we hang out and talk. I’m dressed up in my 50’s get up; red dress, red lips, winged eye liner, pigtails. He’s naked except for socks. I sit between his legs again and continue gently running my finger tips along his body, enjoying every inch he has sculpted so beautifully. Them thighs, though. He flexes, they’re massive. Yummy. Also, his lats. I’m a wing girl, for sure. Volleyball has done this beachy-babe a solid. I even love his tan lines. Body worship is a thing for me, and why not? Why not worship at the alter of physical perfection? Baby-faced Adonis deserves the praise. We hang out for a bit, maybe about an hour, and catch up some more. He asks who fucks me better, Air Force or Army. Then we laugh, because clearly I have a strong preference for Airmen. I love when soldiers and marines call them gay; ok, they’re gay, but they eat box better and more frequently than any other group I’ve encountered, and on the whole are better lovers both physically and personality. Call ’em gay all ya want, I’ll take the lot of ’em. He seems bemused I chose to make tonight all about him, but he understands the satisfaction of giving when someone deserves the gift of selfless orgasms. I feel 100x better than I did all day at work; it reset my emotional buttons, I am relaxed.

Now things are getting a little intense in the touching department again. I get really into touching and breathing him in. I’m not kidding, I want to rub myself all over his hard body like a god damn house cat. I want to give him love bites. He asks if I want to play with his ass again. I do. I lube him up and slip the dildo back in, slowly. He won’t cum, I’m sure, but he will enjoy this. I allow him to take over stroking himself while I focus my energy on fucking him with a dick as big as his own (probably smaller, actually,) and he loudly announces he’s having an anal orgasm. His body constricts, I can feel him tighten around the dildo, and he has a visible full body orgasm without cumming. I take the toy out and softly touch him as he has his convulsions. I remember this from Ruckus; it feels like electricity all over and inside you. Abercrombie is enjoying it immensely. He tells me his ass is mine anytime I want it. Good to know, I’m going to go shopping for a strap-on today I think. I want to fuck this boy. He makes the sounds that get me off; recorded in my spank bank. Also, I need a flogger. I have nylon rope…

I tell him next time I see him, I will probably expect orgasms myself. Yes, ma’am. Of course. Whatever you want, ma’am. Good boy. I want to cum in his mouth and have him pound me hard again. That big, beautiful cock of his just works for me. I’m not even a size queen… or at least, I didn’t used to be. Maybe I’ll grow into it. The big dicks have been seeking me out lately. But average sized men are just as enjoyable in bed if they’re determined to get their partner off. Another thing I enjoy about this partner is how much he loves me showing him off to my gay friends. I have visions of tying him up and inviting my boys over to view and touch him. Why isn’t my bedroom a dungeon!? Why aren’t I getting paid for this!? Why don’t I have live-streaming cameras all over my house!? These are the important questions, people. With this post I’ll include an excerpt of our text conversation, as we made plans to meet after work and what I expected of him. He tells me I can write about him as much as I want, and he loved my previous blog entry about him. Good boy.

I re-added him on Facebook and we make plans to go out to the gay bar sometime together. I can’t wait. He’ll be the belle of the ball. Of course I took a selfie with his beautiful tanned abs.

God bless the motherfucking Air Force.

Side note, I woke up next to a beautiful woman who made me a mimosa this morning. It’s good to be the queen.

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DD Fnord

I left my cheating spouse September of 2015. In October of that year, I filed for divorce and set out to move on and reclaim my lost libido. I spent 8 years of my 20's faithful to two unfaithful men, I have so much time to make up for! All The Dicks is my journey having sex with whoever I want, whenever I want, however I want. The first person I spent the night with after my husband, reignited the spark and desire I thought I would need counseling to retrieve. The second person I was with sealed the deal. I wasn't broken, I just needed a tune up. This collection of encounters are the ones worth re-telling- I don't write about every sexual encounter I have, and I certainly don't bother with any that were sub-par. The screenshots are my own personal wall of shame, but also my trophies because nobody puts baby in a corner.

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