I saw a question on the In The Real World Venus Vs Mars blog the other day which got me thinking:

Would you rather schedule sex 3-5 times a week (routine sex) consistently, OR have periods of lots of sex multiple times a day (amazing sex) and then periods of long droughts?

Tough one. Especially since I didn’t know where my situation fits. At first when I read this I thought, well, we have the routine sex thing. Except not 3-5 times a week, but once a week. Almost every Saturday, in the shower. I mean, how much more routine can it get?

It’s an issue of mine, that I feel we don’t have enough sex. Not enough variety, either. Sure, every once in a while we do the hot D/s stuff, but I wish we’d do more of it, or simply more sex outside of the shower…

With that in mind, you can well imagine that sometimes, I step into the shower with him, thinking “Not this time!” I’m frustrated that the situation hasn’t changed despite my bringing it up several times, and also, I figure if we don’t do it in the shower, we’ll do it somewhere else because we didn’t get our weekly dose.

Today’s Saturday and as usual on the weekend, we showered together. I still had the whole “routine sex” thing on my mind, so I wasn’t really in the mood. Pretty much every time we shower together, he steps in behind me and briefly massages my neck and shoulders. It’s come to the point that I stand there waiting, my back to him, and I think “If I know him at all, he’s about to massage me.” I’m always proved right and this morning was no different.

I have my little predictable habits as well. If he’s near me, I tend to fondle him, cup his balls, grab his butt… And when he massages my shoulders in the shower, I often slide my hand behind me and play with his cock. I did that, this morning. About 3 seconds later, he was hard and my interest was suddenly wakened. I turned around, facing him, and continued playfully stroking him. Nothing serious. He poured some body wash onto his chest and the intensity went up a notch: soapy, wet bodies are amazingly fun to touch.

Then it was as if a switch was flicked. All of a sudden, it was all groping and feeling and squeezing, breath catching and pussy throbbing. Ten seconds later I turned around again and with my back to him, grabbed his cock and slipped him right in. Thirty seconds of vigorous pumping followed, then grunts and groans and finally, his fingers frantically working, I came too.

Routine sex? I’m not so sure…

Inspired by this.

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Fellatio, also called fellation, is oral sex performed upon the penis. It may be performed to induce orgasm and ejaculation of semen, or it can be used as foreplay prior to vaginal or anal forms of intercourse.

Fellatio is commonly referred to as a blowjob. Fellatio is also sometimes referred to as “giving head” or “going down.” Other terms include “sucking dick” and “sucking off.”

I love how Wikipedia is so… neutral. And informative! I just learned that a female performing fellatio can be called a fellatrix. Don’t you just love the word?

I resorted to good old Wikipedia because, well, blowjobs were on my mind. I gave BT one last week and I was just thinking about how uncommon that is, for us. I don’t dislike it; actually, I usually find myself quite aroused while doing it. Yet it’s never been something I did frequently, and it seems to me that with BT, it’s even rarer. He doesn’t really like receiving oral sex. From our few discussions on the subject, I gather that it’s his submissive side speaking, that he feels it is somewhat degrading for the girl performing it, and he doesn’t feel like it’s his place to receive it. Of course, these are my words, he would very likely explain it differently.

Part of me agrees with him and feels it’s degrading. But I hate using the word, I think it’s too strong for what I want to say. I think the logical side of me sees nothing wrong with it; it’s the emotional, instinctive side that recoils a little bit. Just a little. After all, I HAVE done it before, and yes, I’ve swallowed. Yet… Is it just me or it’s still seen as something slutty? The recoiling has cultural origins, I’m sure, and I feel it shouldn’t. I envy those girls who revel in anything sex-related, in giving blowjobs, not giving a crap about degradation or any such thing. But then, I tend to think too much when it comes to sex…

Thinking about the whole thing, I decided to surf the net a bit, see what others say. I made the mistake of typing “blowjob” in Google; you can guess what kind of results I got. So instead I typed in “fellatio” and sure enough, there was Wikipedia’s entry. And here is what they had to say about the “negative feeling”:

Many people have negative feelings about performing or receiving oral sex, and may refuse to do so. In ancient Greece and modern Japan, fellatio has been referred to as “playing the flute”; the Kama Sutra has a chapter on auparishtaka (or oparishtaka), “mouth congress”.

Not much to go on, but it does, sort of, confirm what I was thinking. Not like it’s the discovery of the century. I’m sure everyone knows blowjobs are often regarded negatively. But it did bring up the interesting idea of “mouth congress”…

Wikipedia goes on to say that the opposite position also exists:

The opposite position can also be argued, namely the receiver of oral sex is in a position of psychological if not physical vulnerability, and thus is potentially weaker. Bringing a person to climax is a form of exerting control over that person’s physiology and emotions.

I must say, I like this view of things much better! I will definitely share it with BT, see if his feelings change.

I wrote above that my discomfort with the act probably has cultural origins. Well, the way things are going, I wouldn’t be surprised today’s teenagers end up feeling the same discomfort. I’m sure many of you have heard that teenagers perform oral sex at a very young age. *gasp* I found this interesting article published in the Reason Magazine and called The Great Fellatio Scare. Bottom line is, it was probably just that, a scare. It goes to show, however, that society’s attitude towards sexual behavior is still totally ambivalent. Sex everywhere in the media, yet everybody freaking out over supposed fellatio parties. What message are we sending, here?

I wish the education I received and the attitude I perceived about sex (and about blowjobs!), as a youth, had been different. I’m far from chaste, as you can probably tell from this blog, but still… Sometimes I do get some feelings of “OMG, it’s wrong!” And I hate it. Sex, if it’s safe, sane and consensual, to steal the BDSM catch-phrase, is OK. The worse part is, I have a pretty open family. I mean, my parents wouldn’t really talk about sex, but they also never punished me if they learned I did anything sexual. Not everyone is so lucky.

I got home tonight with no idea for a HNT. Then we had a short nap, which left me feeling groggy with a headache. With still no clue as to what to do, I was ready to let it pass this time. But BT suggested the exercise ball, and I thought “Why not?”

We went downstairs and he said I should wear red undies with my red tank top. I thought it would be too much red but he said it’d be OK for a picture. Hurm, all right. I changed into my HNT attire and BT showed me the two poses he had in mind. I didn’t like his ideas and when I told him so, he became a little annoyed. I argued that I know how I like myself in pictures but when he said to just try them, I decided I didn’t want to hurt his feelings…

And this is what I argued against.

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No time to take new pictures tonight. Thankfully, BT took some last Friday.

For the story behind this, check out my last post…

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It was a lazy Friday night and I had no plans. BT usually visits his friend on Friday, but not this time. No, this time, when I asked if he wanted to hang out, he said yes and he suggested we cook ourselves a nice supper. Hmm, good idea. And we had that bottle of wine, bought the week before.

I suddenly realized that this was the perfect occasion to be a little kinky. We hadn’t done anything like it in so long. I hadn’t felt like it in so long. But now I did, so I decided to improvise.

He went to the store to get something and while he was gone, I closed all the curtains and I changed into a sexy little outfit: black thigh high socks with cute bows on the back, a black, short schoolgirl skirt and a black tank top. He was already back by the time I walked into the kitchen and by his reaction, he was impressed.

He had something to check on his computer. While he was doing that, I opened the bottle of wine and poured us each a glass. He joined me and I said “Now, let’s find YOU an outfit!” I asked him to make 3 suggestions, and I’d pick one of them, but he kinda froze. He didn’t seem to have any idea… I did, so I offered to make the 3 suggestions, and HE would pick one. He agreed gratefully, and I said “Either you wear nothing but the Fort, you wear the chain harness, or you wear a collar with ankle and wrist cuffs.”

He picked the collar with ankle and wrist cuffs. I fished them out of the toy box and had him put them on and strip. He looked damn hot, naked with the black leather adornments. He started cooking and I told him he could wear an apron, to protect his boy parts from possible oil splatters. While he cooked, I took pictures. I like doing that. I hope it makes him feel properly subby and objectified, to be made to cook, naked, while I take pictures.

We sat on the couch to eat, him still naked and me in my sexy little outfit. I had taken off the tank top by then and was wearing a black bra. I kept filling up BT’s glass of wine, because I wanted him nice and relaxed. I had something in mind.

Between two mouthfuls of stir fry, I mentioned my strap-on harness. He looked a little nervous and joked about it being “too fast” for him. “What would make it ok, then?” I asked, and he said a massage first would relax him. I thought it was a good idea, so when we were done eating, I had him put a blanket on the couch and fetch the baby oil and lube. He blushed, but complied.

I took off my schoolgirl skirt and slipped on the strap-on harness with my black dildo. Almost as an afterthought, I got my blue vibrator and laid it on the couch, next to BT. I poured some baby oil in my hand, straddled him and started massaging. With my movements, the dildo kept poking him in the butt, which I thought was pretty funny.

After a while, I picked up the vibrator, turned it on and shoved it between his legs to tickle his balls a little. That gave me a great idea: I propped the thing between his legs so it sort of stood and I could, you know, sit on it. All of a sudden, the massage got a lot more fun!

Finally, it was time. I lubed the black dildo profusely and, spreading his cheeks with my hands, slowly, so slowly, went in. I checked with him several times; it’s hard to tell, with a strap-on, if you’re going hard or fast or what. You don’t really feel anything… He was still laying face down on the couch. I started pumping, still slowly, with the vibrator still propped between his legs and buzzing away.

Honestly, it was quite something. I really got into it and was soon having an intense orgasm. BT wasn’t saying much of anything. I turned off the vibrator and put it aside, turned him around, took off the strap-on and fucked him. He came quick, and hard.

After that… After that, we finished the wine and lazed around like any old couple on a Friday night.

Since I mentioned work yesterday, thought I’d make a HNT theme out of it. Sorta.

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Here’s an attempt at posting more than HNT pictures…

Frankly, my job has been keeping me extra busy, extra stressed and extra exhausted, which mostly explains why I haven’t been posting. Too tired, uninspired. It’s intellectual work and it leaves me just as tired as physical work would, but it’s a less satisfying kind of tired. Tonight, I came home from work, nibbled on bread, cheese and pâté, and crashed on the couch. I slept for an hour or so and my mind still feels foggy.

No one would leave me alone, either. After I’d been sleeping for a while, my cat spotted me from across the room. She meowed once, walked straight to me and tried to get under my blanket. I let her in; she loves to sleep curled up against me. Then it was BT’s turn. He moved the back cushions out of the way and climbed in behind me. It was getting too crowded for me to sleep anymore (I was on the couch, remember?), so I got up and decided I’d blog.

So here I am… with not much to say! We haven’t had the time (or the energy) for kinky stuff, or I’d tell you about it. We’ve had sex – you guessed it, in the shower – but infrequently, at best. I thought about kink. A little. Well, I keep thinking we should be doing more of it. Every once in a while, I mention my strap-on to inspire fear in BT, but aside from that, we’ve been pretty vanilla. Strangely enough, kink was most on my mind when we were walking around, furniture shopping. Well, we’re looking for a bed base, that might explain it. I kept having thoughts of a headboard that I could tie him up to. We were also sort of looking for an armoire and I had fun asking the salesperson, whenever we’d see one, if I could fit BT in it. I joked around with one guy, saying I’d put BT in there when he’s bad.

Actually, I often make that kind of non-vanilla remarks at work, too. I’ll say that I let BT take care of the dishes or cooking. I jokingly make it seem like he’s my house bitch. To be fair, he does quite a bit of the kitchen cleaning. I’m lucky like that. But to get back to my off-hand remarks, I wonder if anyone at work wonders…

Probably not. Before BT introduced me to the wonderful world of kink and before I started reading all your naughty blogs, I didn’t think that way at all. It takes knowledge, to wonder. Or maybe just imagination. Then again, I have no idea what my coworkers do in their spare time. If they ARE into kink, then maybe my signals are loud and clear.

Well, it looks like that will be all for tonight. I took breaks here and there while writing this (I cooked my lunch for tomorrow!) and now I’m sleepy again. Maybe the dentist putting a couple stitches in my mouth yesterday has something to do with the lack of energy? I guess I need to recuperate.

G’night, readers.
♥

Wow, I haven’t updated my blog since my last HNT. I try to make it a point to post at least once between half-nekkid Thursdays, because I don’t want my blog to become just that. I guess I just haven’t had much to say these days. Or at least, not much to say here. I have thoughts on politics and current events, yet do not generally share those because I’m not confident that I know enough to say anything. Then, I usually try new recipes, but this is a blog dedicated to things naughty, right? I work out, I could tell you the exercises I like. Or what I’ve been reading. I could certainly write pages upon pages about my relationship with BT, the arguments we get into, my emotional state, our differences… Hell, I think I could start a whole blog just about that! I usually try to refrain though because I’m afraid I’d make BT look bad. Washing my dirty laundry in public isn’t the nicest thing I could do towards my boyfriend, and that’s what I feel I’d be doing. Besides, that kind of stuff only interests girls!

I guess it all depends what I want this blog to be. But with a name like “Kink Unleashed”, I don’t have much leeway… lol.

That being said, I did take some pictures tonight (I wasn’t going to) and I also have heard that it’s Os’ birthday. So here you go, and cheers to you, Mr. HNT!

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