Saying Goodbye

Yesterday I spent the day with My sub one last time before he deploys next week.

Sigh.

It’s hard for Me to start talking about this because every time a little lump wells up in My throat. It’s been quiet on the sub front as due to his deployment O/our relationship has been put on the back burner as it must at times like these. I didn’t think to be able to see him before he went. However the sea parted and almost effortlessly time was made available.

We spent a few hours just talking. Mainly how he is doing. His mental state. His readiness. I could feel the stress draining away from him and inside I hurt because soon I will not be able to help him in this way.

Sigh.

I will leave it at W/we had a good heart to heart.

Afterward W/we were at a loss of what to do. he did not want to go home yet and as I was up in his neck of town I had no idea what was around. I’m not really one for mall walking and neither is he. Plus it seemed a poor way to spend the last time W/we had together. Instead I got a little creative.

W/we headed to the wood. There I took his leash and used it to fashion shackles and then secured him to a tree. I then beat him and played with him for an hour. It was beautiful. The sky was pure blue. The weather was perfect. Not too hot, not too cold. And in that space of wilderness W/we reconnected to O/our D/s in a physical way one last time.

Sigh.







Since W/we learned he would be deployed W/we have often discussed how he wished he could bring My collar with him. I asked what he was allowed to take and one of the things was a religious symbol. Though he was raised Catholic and that is what is on his dog tags and how he wants to be buried, he is not actually religious. So I offered to get him a cross to wear as My collar when he is gone. He was very receptive of the idea and excited by it. Yesterday I presented him with the cross which immediately went on his dog tags. It is an unornamented cross. I spent an entire day going from store to store to store looking for it. Everything I found was too decorative. Too pretty. Too feminine. Too big. Finally I found one that spoke to Me. It wasn’t pretty. It wasn’t decorative. It was a cut piece of steel. Plain and somewhat raw looking. Perfect.

No matter what else happens to him over there I am happy to know that he will have the small comfort of being able at any time to connect with Me in that way. No matter how bad or lonely it gets his collar and his submission, which means so very much to him, is close at hand. Close to his heart. Both literally and figuratively.

Sigh.

The Weather Report from Hell

My mother is the Wicked Witch of the Northwest. Why do I bring this us? Because this makes Me half witch. And I'm MELTING!!!!!!!

It is so fing hot. What is it, 100% humidity? With thunderstorms just often enough to keep the heat insulated? Fan fucking tastic!

The Great and Powerful Oz gets gross!

No it’s not what you think, pervert! It’s so much better… and worse!! I’m a huge fan of My husband’s cock. It’s a glorious thing to behold. Hard, solid and long with the g-spot curve. YUM! So a while back I bought “Clone A Willy” a dildo making kit. Now after years of being told that cloning is bad I fell victim to the hype and was not able to ethically clone My husband’s cock. Ok. That wasn’t true. But it sounds a hell of a lot better than saying we just didn’t get around to it. But that is what happened. We just didn’t get around to actually making Me the Thunderstick Dildo. However I found the kit in the closet and decided that the Fuck Fest would be the perfect opportunity. If My man gets off a few times in a day I swear he grows an extra inch. It’s fantastic! So with that in mind I waited until Wed night. Hey, I want it as big as I can get it. Especially if I am preserving it for posterity.

About an hour after I rode him like a steer I turned on the TV and threw a few porns on the bed. He looked at Me shocked. Wh.. what are these for? He asked Me. Pick one, I reply. He picks, what else, Nina Hartley’s Stap On video. Have I mentioned I fucked her? Anyway, I put that on, give him some head and then instruct him to keep that hard for Me. Then I head into the bathroom which has been transformed into a genetics laboratory. Cloning ain’t easy, you know. So I take care to read and re read the directions. No accidental mutants on My watch! No, sir! The directions stated emphatically that the water had to be exactly 98 degrees when you mix it with the powder. It was underlined and in bold so of course I deemed this the most important step and of course it was the hardest. See water looses heat quickly, especially when poured from one container to another. I understand now why the genetics laboratories take so long making clones. It’s hard to get the water the right temperature. But I finally cracked the code. If the water in the pitcher is 101 degrees, by the time you measure it out with the measuring cups and transfer that into the mixing bowl, it will be precisely 98 degrees when done.

With this breakthrough I summoned the Great and Powerful Oz to come sit for his sculpture. The directions say I only have 2 minutes between mixing the powder and having Thor make his mark so I hurry. I mix. I pour. I scoop and finally I plant. And then We wait. We make out for a while in an effort to keep that cock nice and hard. The timer goes off. BING! So I check the directions again. It says to touch the mixture and make sure it has gelled. No problem. Except that it didn’t. What came out on My finger more closely resembled oatmeal than any kind of gel. So we wait a bit longer.

Eventually it became abundantly clear that there would be no sort of gel. Instead we spent the next half hour scraping the paste off of his cock.

Sad Lana. No Thunderstick Dildo for Me! But I did learn something. When a package has an expiration date, that date should be adhered to.

The picture above is My hand after scraping off the goey icky mess.

What a Week!!!!

So much has happened I hardly know where to start.

Friday brought the much anticipated arrival of Coral and Ryan.
Say Hi Coral!
Say Hi Ryan!
They were moving from Portland to Boston (adjacent) and I was able to entice them into stopping with the promise of steak, potatoes, and ice cream. Well that and My lovely company. They arrived Friday around 11:30-midnightish and sure enough We were up till 3AM chatting away. Until We took pity on poor dear Ryan who at that point was at least 2/3 clinically dead oweing to exhaustion. Sat I let the two of them sleep while Jason and I went to Our daughter’s swim meet at the ass crack of dawn. (She did great btw, 3 firsts and 1 second place). Once back Coral and I went out and had a great time. I got yet another person hip to Gabriel Bros. Jason and Ryan stayed home and went through Jason’s comic collection. Needless to say they had fun. That evening I convinced My mom to watch the child and fun ensued. Oh what fun. What kind of fun you ask? Well let’s just say it involved alcohol, an orgy, sadism, a masochist, needles, props/equipment (so much fun in that big old truck), a cat, a gargoyle, and a whole lot of pinwheels. Meow! It was a good time.

Such a good time that Coral and Ryan ended up staying Sunday as well. Ok maybe it was because they were still dead tired what with the Orgy of Roman preportions, but I would also like to think it had something to do with the great company. Sunday We spent most of the day talking and laughing. Oh what fun! Sunday also happened to be Father’s Day so Jason and I headed over to My dad’s for a few hours to I could spend time with Dad and Jason could spend time with the youngling. Delightful cookout. Then back to the pad for more grownup fun time. We ended up staying up till almost 4 because We just couldn’t bring ourselves to shut the hell up. A hallmark of any good visit.

So needless to say I enjoyed having Coral and Ryan in My home. Jason loved them and Jason is hard to win over. He either likes you or he doesn’t. Thankfully he loved them.

Then came Monday. After seeing the Dynamic Duo off around 11, We dropped the child off at Grandma’s and then headed out for a lovely steak lunch. After that though it was straight home for the much anticipated Fuck Fest.

Now owing to the 4am gab session coupled with the 8:30 am wakeup call on Monday We were both EXHAUSTED! We got home and fucked like bunnies and then promptly passed out for the next 4 hours. When we woke up we got right back to the primary directive. SEX! And lots of it. Monday We had sex 4 times, each time well over an hour. Jason also suprized Me with a pair of diamond earrings! 1/2 carat each. Impressive husband!

Tuesday we had sex a LOT! 7 times in one day isn’t too shabby I would say by anyone’s standards. In between our sexual escapades we watched funniness such as Family Guy and Entourage. I must say that the episode of Family Guy where Stewie teleports the entire cast of Star Trek The Next Generation into his bedroom, pretty much made Me die laughing.

Wed, what is on the menu? Oh yeah! More sex!!! Sex! Sex! Sex! Sex! Sex!!!!!!! I worked My husband like a $5 hooker. He got no respite from My unquenchable desires. Because with Me the more I have sex, the more I want it. So we fucked. 5 more times Wed however each of these was for over 2 hours each. So that is over 10 hours of solid fucking. Not bad at all. Wed was the day We exchanged vows. It was FANTASTIC!! So intimate. So wonderful. Swearing to each other what we will do to make the next 5 years, and the rest of our lives the best it can possibly be. Telling each other how much the other means while We are literally one person, joined at the goods. It was Wonderful!!
Jason's favorite pictures from the Fest.

The Fuck Fest didn’t turn out the way I wanted in a few respects. One being that We weren’t able to stay naked the entire 3 days. We got a late start Monday, and as it turns out when you are EXHAUSTED from having near constant sex and it is 300 degrees outside the last thing I cared to do was cook. So We did break the no outside, no clothes rule. We ventured out to have someone else cook for us. However We decided to get dressed up each and every time We went out. To make it an occasion. Which was lovely. Another problem came down the pipes. And this one was My own doing. I was so tired over the course of the weekend that I ingested a lot of caffeine which I am not allowed to do. Why? Because My heart doesn’t tolerate caffeine well and tries to kill Me should I introduce it into My system. Which happened Tuesday evening. Nothing sexier than a woman clutching her chest, crying and unable to breathe through the pain. However dutiful as ever My husband got Me My meds and I was right as rain in a couple of hours. But it did put a bit of a damper on the nights festivities. Also had to deal with some little girl drama from My daughter who had a full on meltdown at Grandmas. But besides that all went well! May not have been as disconnected from the world as I would have liked but it still worked out perfectly!

Did someone way Fuck Fest?

So I am about to embark on a Fuck Fest of mythic preportions. At least I hope! If I do it right anyway. Though I am excited to be spending this time alone locked up with My property I just can't shake the desire to share with others.

In that spirit:

You know those jars of candy corn that you see everywhere around Halloween? The ones that you have to guess how many are inside to win a prize? Well I am doing a Fuck Fest version of that.

Anyone who cares to take a guess as to the following categories. Winner gets something special. Maybe an hour of Mistress Lana time. or maybe a movie. We will negotiate it later. The point is, take a guess, have some fun! I know I will!

Categories:
How many times Lana and Jason have sex?
How many Orgasms will Lana have?
How many Orgasms will Jason have?

Good luck!!!

Michigan woman shoots herself for health care -- what she should have done instead

Michigan woman shoots herself for health care -- what she should have done instead

This is what it is coming to folks.

Happy Father's Day!!!

Happy Daddy Day papas!

R.I.P. Big Daddy Stone

Today is the memorial service for Big Daddy Stone. It does not look like I will be able to make it. I am sad I won't be there.

Big Daddy Stone always made Me laugh. When I was introduced to him it was as "a pillar of the community" and then he giggled at Me until I figured it out. Stone... pillar... heehee. And that is how I will always remember him, with a smile on his face that stretched clear to his heart.

Rest in Peace Big Daddy Stone.

Update!

Oh my goodness!!!! In just a couple of hours Coral and Ryan will be here! OH MY GOODNESS!!! They have had to deal with all sorts of HORRIBLE WEATHER on the way here. Huge hail and wind blowing sohard the rain was horizontal. So I will be doing My best to give them some peace once they get here. Of course they are really racing the storm so it should hit sometime tomorrow. Be prepared.

In addition to Coral and Ryan coming to spend a fun filled weekend of their cross country trek, Father's Day arrives Sunday. Woot. The season of Jason continues.

Our Fuck Fest is set to begin Monday. I am VERY excited!

OH YEAH!!!!!!

I realllllllllyyyyyy can't stand those damn Cullins'.

Two times!

Have I mentioned I despise Twilight?

May lightening strike me if I'm.... OH SHIT!!!!!

MONROE, Ohio – A six-story statue of Jesus Christ was struck by lightning and burned to the ground, leaving only a blackened steel skeleton and pieces of foam that were scooped up by curious onlookers Tuesday.

The "King of Kings" statue, one of southwest Ohio's most familiar landmarks, had stood since 2004 at the evangelical Solid Rock Church along Interstate 75 in Monroe, just north of Cincinnati.

The lightning strike set the statue ablaze around 11:15 p.m. Monday, Monroe police dispatchers said.

The sculpture, about 62 feet tall and 40 feet wide at the base, showed Jesus from the torso up and was nicknamed Touchdown Jesus because of the way the arms were raised, similar to a referee signaling a touchdown. It was made of plastic foam and fiberglass over a steel frame, which is all that remained Tuesday.

The nickname is the same used for a famous mural of the resurrected Jesus that overlooks the Notre Dame football stadium.

The fire spread from the statue to an adjacent amphitheater but was confined to the attic area, and no one was injured, police Chief Mark Neu said.

Estimated damage from the fire was set at $700,000 — $300,000 for the statue and $400,000 for the amphitheater, Fire Capt. Richard Mascarella said Tuesday.

The Ohio State Highway Patrol was at the scene Tuesday to prevent traffic jams and potential accidents from motorists stopping along the highway to take photographs.

The patrol began issuing citations about 4 p.m. Tuesday to motorists for stopping on the side of the highway, dispatcher Adam Brown said. The number of gawkers coupled with construction had slowed I-75 traffic in the area to a crawl, the state Highway Patrol said.

Some people were scooping up pieces of the statue's foam from the nearby pond to take home with them, said church co-pastor Darlene Bishop.

"This meant a lot to a lot of people," she said.

Keith Lewis, of nearby Middletown, arrived at the church around 7 a.m. Tuesday to photograph the remains for his wife. Lewis said he had viewed the statue as both an oddity and an inspiration.

Cassie Browning, a church member from Dayton, said she was driving home when she saw smoke and noticed the statue was missing.

Travelers on I-75 often were startled to come upon the huge statue by the roadside, but many said America needs more symbols like it. So many people stopped at the church campus that church officials had to build a walkway to accommodate them.

Bishop said the statue will be rebuilt.

"It will be back, but this time we are going to try for something fireproof," she said.

The 4,000-member, nondenominational church was founded by Bishop and her husband, former horse trader Lawrence Bishop.

Lawrence Bishop said in 2004 he was trying to help people, not impress them, with the statue. He said his wife proposed the Jesus figure as a beacon of hope and salvation.





OMG! I laughed so hard I hurt. Oh those poor people... HEHEHEHEEEE!!!! I think the question they need to be asking is How did I piss off Zeus?

The Laptop Gods are Displeased!

As I write this I am getting more and more frustrated. Why? Because I CAN BARELY SEE MY GOD DAMNED SCREEN!!! Calm down Lana. Take a deep breath. Nope. I still can’t see it! DAMNIT!

Last night there was some sort of power surge that managed to make its’ way past My surge protector. Don’t know what it did to My laptop but now the screen is so dim that I can barely see. It is really hurting My eyes to continue typing this. But on I persevere because writing really is My life. I write to relax. I write to process. I write a lot. My goal in life is to become a published author. AND NOW MY COMPUTER IS FUCKED UP!!!! I called the local computer repaid guy who has always done well by Me. Since My laptop is older than dirt (2002) he said there isn’t much of a point in repairing the screen as it will cost almost half of getting a new laptop.

I am so angry I could scream.

In fact I think I will.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

Deep breaths Lana.. 1….2….3….4…5…6…FUCKING DAMNIT!

I just can’t express how utterly totally I am over this. I don’t need the nicest things. I don’t require much in the way of the material. All I asked for is that I have a laptop with word processing capabilities so that I can keep up with My train of thought.

FUCK!

If you have an old laptop you would like to sell cheap, please let Me know. Or if you would like to contribute to the “Lana Needs A New Fucking Laptop Fund” donations will be gratefully accepted to My email address through Paypal.

Birthday Recap

Yesterday was My 10 year anniversary and My husband’s birthday. Now if you have been reading this blog you have been kept abreast of My plans regarding My anniversary. A Fuck-fest has been in the works. However it didn’t go down yesterday. In fact it won’t be going down till next week. I am sans-babysitter at the moment so I chose to delay Our anniversary fuckstivities. The contract renewal and marathon sex session will be handled at that time.

Instead I decided to dedicate yesterday to My husband’s birthday. Early morning I collected the child and we quietly slipped out of the house to ensure that Jason was able to sleep to his heart’s content. After a trip to grandpa’s, the library and the movie store the 2 of us sneaked back into the house and bakes up a batch of made from scratch cinnamon rolls and some bacon. Then armed with a 2 liter of Mt. Dew we woke up the birthday boy.

He was very excited (Usually he makes Me breakfast in bed on our anniversary, so he was surprised at My being so sneaky). We gave him his birthday tshirt (he loves a funny tshirt) and then we all cuddled up into a big puppy pile and put on The Princess Bride and ate our yummy Cinnamon Rolls and bacon. Our daughter had never seen The Princess Bride so it was a lot of fun to get to show her the magic. Of course We both teared up as always.

After The Princess Bride was over My father took us all out to celebrate the day. Not being too hungry We split a sandwich and enjoyed some more family time.

When We came home I found a package waiting in My mailbox from My best friends. Master Christopher and pupslave keith are incredibly talented! And not just at making hot porn ;) They are both super talented singers and keith is a remarkable musician. For Our anniversary they sent Us a CD that they recorded. keith arranged the music. Chris sand John Lennon’s “Love” and keith sang “Grow Old With Me”. It was so moving. So touching that We both ended up crying. Though My husband will refute that statement if asked. It was by far the most thoughtful present either of Us has ever received from another person. We are truly lucky to have such wonderful people sharing Our lives.

After We had our crying jag We dropped Our daughter off at swim team and We headed back to the house where We managed to squeeze in a quickie that did little more than assure that I would be soaking wet for the rest of the evening. He went to pick the kid of from swim team and drop her off at girl scouts.

I managed to get My father to agree to pick the child up from Girl Scouts and let her spend the night, so after that We were free for the evening. While Jason was gone I changed. I put on My prettiest frilly butt panties and his favorite bra. A pretty skirt and a nice top. Did My makeup and flat ironed My hair so that when he got back I was completely transformed. He, of course, wanted to head straight upstairs but I was strong and said No.



Instead I directed him to the car and We headed to the movies. I broke My No 1st Run Movies Unless It’s Opening Weekend Rule. My husband has been psyched to see Iron Man 2 for a while now so I treated him to it. Well worth it. I enjoyed the movie (faults and all). And if you didn’t wait till the end of the credits then you missed the best part in My humble opinion. Because what was it? ::SPOILER ALERT:: Oh yeah… THOR’S HAMMER!!!!! Oh My God! Oh My God! Oh My God!!! THOR!!!!! I heart Thor. I love Thor. I would rub Thor all over My body!!!!! I don’t know about you, but show Me a muscular blonde god who controls the weather and this girl is on all 4s! YUM!!!!!! FOCUS LANA!!! So after Thor and I were done with the movie… wait… I mean once Jason and I were done with the movie We headed out to a Chinese restaurant for a lovely late meal before We headed back to the house.

Once home I treated him to nice long massage before desert. Desert consisted of chocolate sauce dribbled on My nipples and thighs. He licked it up slowly, making sure that every area I poured chocolate on was nice a clean. Mmmm!!! I had every intention of then treating Myself to a “banana split” if you catch My meaning, but he told Me he couldn’t take it anymore and before I knew what was happening he attacked My pussy. Eating Me out so well that I came in 1 minute flat. But he wasn’t finished. He latched on and kept licking My slit until I came 3 times all over his face. I then breathlessly told him to get inside of Me. We tried out the new “Fire and Ice” condoms which I ended up enjoying a lot more than I thought I would. But then again it is pretty hard not to enjoy sex with My husband under any circumstances. I ended up cumming about a dozen more times before I grabbed My husband’s ass while he was deep inside of Me, looked him in the eyes and told him to cum which he instantly did.

All in all a WONDERFUL birthday celebration.

I can’t wait for Our anniversary!!!!

Happy Happy Day!!!

Today is My husband's 36th birthday! Happy Birthday My love!

Today is ALSO My husband and My 10 year wedding anniversary and the 2nd renewal our contract!

My life in infinitely better for having him in My life. I consider Myself the luckiest woman in the world.

Happy, Happy Day!

Mmmm

Had some fantastic sex last night. While My husband was downstairs doing laundry (good boy) I decided to get a bit dressed up. Black lingerie, thigh high stockings and on a whim I put My hair up in braided pig tails. We had a grand old time. I wanted to get a pic of Me after the sex so you could see just how much I fucked those braids up, however the camera didn't cooperate. So you are left with just the pic of Me before and a cartoon rendering of what I looked like after.

I don't care what they say...

Vanilla is still delicious!

Bad Sub Day!

It must be “Bad Sub Day”. Because Jesus Christ on a Pogo Stick I am neck deep in ‘em today.

“sub a”. If you have read this blog for any length of time then you have probably heard Me refer to this sub as a My prototypical “bad sub”. Last time I spoke with him was probably 2 months ago. It was one of his usual “You are the best Mistress I have met. No one has affected me the way You have.” Blah blah blah. Now usually I am a shining beacon of niceness but I believe the beacon was dark that day. I told him in monosyllabic words that I had no interest in him. I ended by telling him not to contact Me today, tomorrow or ever again. Cut to today when he IMs Me to inquire as to how I am doing. I’m super, thanks for asking. And one of the reasons I am doing so fan-fucking-tastic is because I don’t have to deal with you and your bullshit!!! I didn’t actually say that. Instead I told him I am well. I am always well. There is no need for him to ever ask Me again. and then I hit the ignore button.

“sub b”. Now this one is another along the same line. Always quick with a “Yes Mistress!” and eager.. oh so eager… to do whatever he was told. Except that when plans were made he always found an excuse not to make them or something “came up” at the last second. Which in My mind translates to “I’m a giant loser and I want to waste you time so I can have some spank material at home by pretending that I have a Mistress.” No thank you. “sub b” is also not nearly cute enough to get away with that type of behavior and perhaps I should have told him that. I am willing to make allowances for Life. It does have a tendency to get in the way. But not 2 times in a row. Cut to today when he emails Me to see if I remember him. Sure do. Still not interested. He attempted his sob story and I stopped him. Really! I’m not interested!Apparently he thought a big of IM begging would soften My heart when in reality all it did was harden it further.

“sub c” This one I was actually going to meet for lunch. I’ve been talking with him a while now and figured I would give him an interview. He’s older than I prefer. Not as pretty as I like. But he seemed real and I am not a snob. Now a little background. W/we had plans to meet last Thursday but he had “car trouble”. Uh huh… can you figure out where this is going? Anyway, I told him in little words how when someone pulls out that gem My bullshit-o-meter goes off big time. But as I said, I am willing to make allowances for Life. So I told him that was his first chance. Rescheduled for Monday and informed him that was his second and last chance. Cut to today- an hour before lunch- and what do I have but a message telling Me that he can’t make it. I stopped reading. Sit and spin you big time waster.

This doesn’t even count the 2 that I have been messaging with who couldn’t even be bothered to respond when they didn’t like what I had to say. That drives Me up a god damned wall. When I explain what My expectations are and it is something they can’t get down with the polite thing to do is to write back and say “Thank you, but I don’t think it will work out.” Then I can say No harm no foul and life is grand. Goodness knows I do it all the time. I think most of My messages start out with “Thank you for your interest but…” If they show Me some respect they may even be able to keep this beautiful, talented Mistress as a friend or a resource. But the flat leavers, the ones who just stop responding when it no longer suits them make Me see red. Their mothers obviously didn’t raise them right.

GROWL! SNARL! SNAP!

The Dread Pirate told Me that this is why he doesn’t deal online at all. I see his point, oh so clearly. After a day like this I am ready to pull down My profiles on all the sites and tell the whole lot of subs online to fuck themselves.

Sigh.

But then I remember it was the internet that brought Me My boy. he may have his faults but he is sincere. he may have his flaws but he is honest. And he made all that mucking about online worth it. Is it possible to strike gold twice? I’m beginning to doubt it.

I need a backrub STAT.

Cynical pissed off Mistress signing off.

Filled up sub NSFW

I have been helping bring some of My boy's darker fantasies to light. One of his biggest fantasies is having his Mistress order him to serve a man sexually. He is straight and therefore would not approach a man on his own so he needs permission or an order to indulge in this fantasy. Of course with Me I decide "How about 2?" So should I ever have the good fortune to have My boy in the same place at the same time as I have Master Chris and his pupslave keith I will be promptly handing over his leash to them to use and abuse his straight ass and mouth to their hearts content. In the mean time he is learning all about his love for butt plugs. He used one the other night and sent pictures as I requested. Thought you might like to see!

Quandry

What happens when you are given an offer you can't refuse? It sounds too good to be true. That means it isn't, right?

Either way I have just "up"ed My Pro rate ;)

RIP Rue

I tried to embed a video of an interview with Rue done 2 years ago but apparently I am not able to figure out how to get the code. So I can't do it. :( But it was a great interview where she talked about having lunch with her son when a gay man came up to tell her how much he loved her. Rue told him she never really understood why gay men loved her so much. He told her "Oh honey! It's because we all want to be Blanche!" It made me laugh. It made her laugh.

I will miss you Rue!

Betty, don't get any ideas!

subby hubby gets Toppy

This blog entry will contain some mildly graphic descriptions of sex between My husband and I. If descriptions of boy/girl sex offend you then why on earth are you reading My blog? But if you have managed to stumble across this and the idea of two adults having some fun makes you feel funny inside and not in the good way, then by all means utilize the red button at the top of your screen and exit out now. Because it’s going to get squelchy.

Last night I was getting ready for bed as usual. I had plans for getting smooth with the husband, however he had different plans. And let Me just tell you, his plans were better!!! On My way back from the bathroom he met Me at the door to our room where he pressed Me up against the door frame, gave Me a long deep kiss and then told Me to close My eyes. I did and quick as a wink he put a blindfold on Me.

A little background for you. My husband is a god in bed. I refer to him a sex vampire. Not because he likes blood or anything but because he has crazy super powers at night (can do an hour easy remaining rock solid the entire time) but is totally helpless during the day (meaning he cums in 5 minutes no matter how hard he tries to resist). The sex we have is incredible. And it really is the Lana show. We have the 4 orgasm rule (I get 4 before he gets 1) which is actually his invention. He loves to give Me pleasure. In fact he tells Me he lives for it. And when it comes to smooth time then he is always on form. Ready to give Me anything I want. Sometimes being the Switch that I am, I will want to shake it up and have him Top Me. In which case I tell him what I want him to do and he is more than happy to do it. Though truth be told, it did take Me nearly 5 years to convince him that I actually like being beaten and being throat fucked and that he shouldn’t feel guilty about enjoying it too. Point being that he will give Me anything I ask for, but I have to ask. In fairness to him I will say that My sex drive means that we have sex almost every night. So he doesn’t usually get a chance to initiate smoothness.

So you can imagine My surprise when I am met at the door with a blindfold. Ever the good boy he asks Me if it is ok. Once I assure him it is, he slips the blindfold into place and guides Me into the room, which frankly he needs some work on as he bumped Me into the bed. But it was funny and I do love to laugh. He proceeds to instruct Me to crawl up on the bed… slowly, directing Me towards the corner. He then runs his hands over My whole body, from My toes to My hair. Once he had Me worked up (I love slow caresses) in one lightening flash he has Me flipped over. He wrestled in High School and he used some of his knowledge to flip Me in such a way that for a second being blindfolded and all I felt like I was flying. So cool!

Anyway quick as a wink while I am still giggling from the tummy tumble he has My arms pinned to the bed. Now I know what that means and I begin to struggle. Not because I wanted to get away but because I knew he was about to shackle Me to the bed frame. I didn’t want to make it too easy for him. I so rarely get to let out My brat that I indulged Myself. I fought him a bit. My husband has pretty damn big biceps and he is easily much stronger than I am, so I know when I fight him he will end up winning. Which is what I am aiming for anyway. So I made him work for it. Yum! Once he had Me shackled he kissed up and down My body until he had Me panting like a bitch in heat. He then grabbed Me by My hair, panted a long deep kiss on Me and then shoved his huge dick in My mouth. Double Yum!! I am a girl who loves her head! He then moves My mouth up and down his shaft while he alternates between spanking My pussy and My tits with his other hand. Oh. My. GOD! He slid his fingers inside of Me and once he had determined I was wet enough He slipped between My legs and began rubbing My clit with just the head of his cock. At which point I came so hard I may have experiences some brain damage. He then slides inside of Me and proceeds to fuck Me like a jack hammer while I came and came and came. He fucked Me until I hung limp from the shackles. Only then did he allow himself to cum.

I spent the next half hour purring and basking before I passed out and slept more peacefully than I have in a long while.

A very good night.

Who wants to Top Lana?

Ok so now that I have your attention...

I am in need of smut situations. I asked about this before and got a few suggestions (Can't quite figure out the powdered wig smut yet Chris but I haven't forgotten) but I need some new ones. So I figured I would throw it out there to all you wonderous folks. Got any situations you would like to have Me put My unique twist on? Want a specific scene written out in erotic form? You come up with the idea and I will do the work.

So will you be My writing Top?

All tied up

So My husband consented to be tied up. I had a great time. Here are a few pics.