I love My life....

Last night My husband wanted to get smooth. I was very tired and wasn't very sure that I was up for the horizontal mambo as we do the damn thing right. So instead of trying to persuade Me with words he simply stripped down to his birthday suit and wormed his way between My legs. Then he began kissing My feet. Slow, lingering kisses. Now this of course caught every bit of My attention. Very slowly he worked his way up My legs before using his wrestling skills to flip Me over. Then he began kissing and biteing My neck and ears. This is My weakest spot. I absolutely can't resist neck kisses. Not with the way his beard tickles Me while his lips touch. Yum!

Before I slipped into a sex-out state of mind(it's like a black out but infinately better) I snapped this picture of him kissing My feet. Y.U.M. That ass is even better in person. Sooooooo.... Good.......

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!!!

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!

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.

Anniversary Scavenger Hunt!

I am planning a Scavenger Hunt for My anniversary weekend. I have this book called 101 Nights of Grrreat Sex. It’s one of those ones that you rip out a sealed page, open it up and then you are supposed to follow the directions and it will spice up your love life. My Lady Love gave it to Me when she was moving as it reminded her of an ugly margarita drinking troll whom lived under her bed for 8 years. As someone who is always looking for new things to do in the bedroom I gratefully accepted it, took it home and ripped into it. There are pages marked “For her eyes only” and ones marked “For his eyes only” which automatically made Me cringe but hey… I decided to give it a go. I ripped one out and read it while My husband looked on with that expectant grin on his face that is so fucking sexy. I too was ready for whatever the book threw at Me convinced I would be blind folding him any moment, instructing him how to build a chandelier so that I could swing from it while we screwed. My expectations might have been a little high. However the book I believe was thoroughly disappointing.

The first Night of Grrrreat Sex didn’t involve sex. I was instructed that the next time we were in the car I should begin caressing his leg while he drives. Then when we park I should lean over and give him a kiss. If he seems into it then push the seats back and have a good ld fashioned make out session. If I am feeling particularly randy I should observe what was behind his zipper. “Set it Free! Wrap your hand around it when it gleefully jumps out at you. Pet it- stroke it. Make it ache with pleasure.” Presumably My husband isn’t wearing underwear and I am expected to wait like a panther and attack the moment he shows his ‘head’. That coupled with the fact that nowhere does the author use anything but vague allusions to the parts she is referring to, made Me break out laughing. Not exactly what My husband was expecting. But the optimism was still there in his voice when he asked Me “What does it say?” I told him that I was supposed to make out with him in the car and then give him a hand job. My husband replies quick as lightening “Who the fuck wants a hand job?” at which We both fall down laughing.

For all you hand job lovers out there don’t get angry with him. That was a quote from Deadwood.

but in the end the suggestion was useless to us as I already make out with My husband in the car. I LOVE working him up outside of the home and then making him wait until I am ready to fuck. I LOVE IT. So the suggestion wasn’t really worthwhile to surprise him with. So he suggests he look at one of the “For His Eyes Only” suggestions to see if they were any better. Cut to Me waiting expectantly and him busting out laughing and handing the suggestion over to Me to read.

I was excited as it started out by saying “Here’s a chance for you to discover if your darling has a hidden side that’s a wee bit… kinky…” but then it turned out that he was instructed to spend a few days smacking My ass and telling Me I have a “great ass there lady”. When the time was right he was to make his move and pin Me to the bed for a kiss. Then turn Me over and…SHOCK… GASP…. Spank My ass.

I then realized the book was badly titled. It should be called 101 Nights of Grrreat Sex for Vanilla Man/Woman Couples Who Aren’t Overly Affectionate And Would Consider One Night A Week To Be An Improvement On Their Sex Lives. I see why they shortened the title. After that We just began reading them for a laugh so the book wasn’t wasted. I saw some familiar names in the quotes section of the instructions. Jay Wiseman popped up as did Nina Hartley (She fucked Me you know) which made Me smile.

There was one suggestion I put off to the side that I am thinking of giving a try on My Anniversary Fuck Fest. It suggested a scavenger hunt. I like that idea. Start off by telling him I need a paper towel because I have spilled something. Simple enough as I do that all the damn time. Written on the paper towel is the first clue. The idea is that he’s running all over the downstairs getting items from their secret locations while I am upstairs changing into something sexy. Since We are to spend the weekend naked I think that is going to consist of Me putting on some thigh high stockings. Then when he has got all of the items the last clue tells him to head upstairs and claim his prize. I like that a lot. So I am going to do that.

But I have a problem. I am having trouble coming up with clues and hidden items. Should they all be things he can use on Me or that I can use on him? Or just general stuff that We both can use? I would love to hear your thoughts as to what would be the sexiest as well as suggestions for items and clues. So what do you say? Want to help a Mistress out?

Anniversary Update

My anniversary fast approaches. I had planned to celebrate in Vegas however I am sure you are familiar with any of the many idioms involving plans. The universe laughed right in My face when I announced My plans. It then decided to knock Me down a bit and dropped My anniversary budget to about $50. Which isn’t much considering it’s our 10th anniversary as well as his 36th birthday (same day). If you have ever been to a shin-dig I have planned you know I tend to go all out. What to do? What to do? Luckily I am fantastic and refuse to be defeated by trivial things like having a small budget and the inability to go anywhere special.

I sat down and gave it a good long think. What is it I want from My anniversary and My husband’s birthday. I decided I wanted 5 things.

1. Renewal of our contract/vows
2. Intimacy
3. To have some fun
4. LOTS OF SEX
5. to be naked as much as possible

Those are the 5 things that mean the most to Me. I asked My husband to make the same list. His went:

1. renew our contract/vows
2. Sex
3. Sex
4. Sex
5. Sex

Which made me laugh. So we talked it out. Without realizing it We have spent every anniversary with other people. First at our wedding where We were knee deep in relatives most of the time. Then on our 5 year when we renewed our vows in front of our family and friends. The 5 year also included a bachelorette party the night before and an after party later on the date of the renewal. We haven’t really spent an anniversary just on our own. Problem solved.

This year We are going to stay home. We are dropping our kid off with My mother, then going home where we will undress each other just inside the door. From that point on We will be naked until we have to get dressed 4 days later when My mom drops the kid off. That’s right. It’s going to be a 4 day Fuck-Fest!!! I haven’t had a good old fashioned Fuckfest in a long while. Marathon screwing sounds absolutely perfect to Me (and him).

That, of course, still leaves the renewal of Our contract/vows. I am really excited about this part. We are going to renew our vows to each other while We are making love. While he is inside of Me we are going to look into each others’ eyes and tell each other what we mean to the other and what we vow for the next 5 years.

I am absolutely thrilled about the turn of events now! This is so much more exciting that a trip where I would be penny pinching and in a strange environment. Don’t get Me wrong. We are still hitting Vegas for one of these renewals. But this seems absolutely right for what we both want now. The $50 budget is going to go towards buying some fresh fruit and chocolate for desserts, a few steaks, some yummies, a bottle of champagne and a few movies to watch if We end up needing a break from all the sex.

I love My husband so much. It doesn’t feel like 10 years. I am very, very lucky.

The Proposal!

This was written Wed Morning. Just haven't had a chance to post.


I love surprises! I mean honest to god, I had no idea, wow that was really cool surprises. The problem is that it is incredibly rare to pull one over on me. I think the last real surprise I got was I found out I was knocked up. And believe me I didn’t see that one coming. So when I say my husband completely surprised me last night I would have you know how rare an occurrence that is. But I get ahead of myself.

Yesterday I had an absolutely idyllic lovely day. My mother and I went to Columbus to see my grandmother and aunt who are about to depart to warmer climates for the next month or so. So we went down to celebrate Mother’s Day a wee bit early. It was a great deal of fun as my grandma and Aunt are 2 of the hippest people I have met. Anyway we hang out. We eat. We drink and then we head home. Mom drops me off at home just as my daughter gets off the bus. What’s more, my daughter is in a good mood. We got to laugh and play before she got ready for her first soccer game of the season. It was also team picture day so she took a shower and I got to blow dry her hair and brush it which is one of my all time favorite things to do. As she gets older she doesn’t want Mommy to do those kind of things as often so I treasure it when I can get it. Anyway after copious hair brushing was done we headed to the field. We had to arrive a half hour before the game for the pictures so while she was getting her pics Jason and I continued our commitment to each other to walk every day. So we walked our mile and a half and ended up back at the field just as the teams were lining up (We didn’t leave her on her own at the field btw. Her grandma was there. I can just hear her Uncles grabbing their chests… lol) Lily found hard, not letting a goal in while she played goalie for the first half. And as a forward the second half she assisted our 2 goals. The game closed tied and it was a pretty darn good match too.

So this is where things get interesting. My mom asks me if she can take Lily out for ice cream since it was her first game of the season and she did so well. Now Lily had a big snack after school but she had yet to have dinner, plus she had homework to do, plus a post match shower to take, plus Wed is aptitude testing (::cringe::) at school so she signed an agreement with her principal to go to bed early. Her bedtime is 9. The game finished at 7:30. So, the mean mother I am, I said no. She had to come home and though I didn’t tell her this I was planning on giving her some ice cream while she did her homework. Mom counters with that she will get Lily dinner and ice cream then bring her home. I begin to protest and Jason says quietly from behind me “I don’t see the problem”. So not really thinking about it I said Ok and off Mom and Lily went.

Jason and I head back towards the house talking about what we want for dinner since it was now just 2 of us. He tries to get us to go out to eat. Which had I thought about it was more than a little odd in itself. He never pushes to go out. If he wants to go out he asks. If I say No then he doesn’t bring it up again. But he pushed and I said no. We had perfectly good food at home. So we decide on some Kahiki chicken that was in the freezer. We get home and I head upstairs and Jason offered to get it ready. So I go upstairs and stretch out on the bed thinking about what a really good day it’s been. Ready to eat some yummy. Jason comes bounding up the stairs and tells me that the chicken cooks at one temperature and the egg rolls at another but for the same amount of time. This dilemma is bit beyond his cooking expertise and he needed me to look at it and figure it out. So he helps me up from the bed and slick as a snake oil salesmen he slips a folded white paper in my hand. I open it up and it reads:

“To my sweet love,

Here we are, 10 years! Spending time with you had been a blast (as they say). My love for you has grown in these years more than I have ever felt before. You make my heart sing when you get excited, crushed when you are sad and float when you are dreamy! We have had our up’s and down’s but since we found our rolls (You Dom, me Your property), face it baby we work well together. And always will. My idea of a wonderful, sexy, funny, voluptuous wife is you! Cheers to our first ten. You’re the only one I want with me for the rest of my life.

Your loving husband,
Jason

Ps. Tonight is for us. Your mom is taking Lily tonight and I get to rub, caress and explore your body to my hearts content. I love you and enjoy tonight, it’s ours!”

And then he held me so tightly and kissed me long and deep.

He absolutely got me. I was expecting the re-uping of the contract this weekend. In fact I was 100% sure it was going down this weekend. Which is why he said he did it on Tuesday. The conditions I placed on what I wanted from the proposal were it needed to be romantic and unexpected. Were he to do it Friday or Sat then it would not have been unexpected.

I couldn’t stop smiling! I mean it! My cheeks hurt! We ended up going out to dinner after all. While we were eating I gently pointed out that the letter, though incredibly romantic, didn’t actually ask me to marry him again. To my shock he smiled and said “I know.” Then he winked and didn’t say anything else. Renew smiling fit. So we have a lovely meal and head home where instead of putting in the Chinese flick we had rented he pops in The Beatles Anthology that had arrived from Netflix and I was anxiously awaiting watching. Then he goes into the other room for a while and without a word to me reappears with all of my pedicure stuffs. He makes me a nest of pillows and blankets to relax into while he soaks and scrubs my feet while I watch and listen to my all time favorite band. Heaven.

Once the pedicure was done he was getting up from the ground and held his hand out for me to help him up. Instead of getting up he turned to me on the one knee, held my hand, looked me deeply in the eyes and asked “Will you marry me again, Lana?” It took me completely by surprise and for a second I was speechless. But then I said “Yes” and we made out for a while. Before it got too passionate he pushed me down on the bed and began rubbing lotion on my feet. Then he kept rubbing. He ended up giving me a full body massage that took about 2 hours. YUM! After the anthology was over quick as a flash he had music playing. He begins tickling and kissing me.

Now at this point I just close my eyes and give myself over to the sensation. And before I know it I feel our cuffs being strapped onto my wrists! Squeal!!!!! He has me lying on my stomach with my hands secured straight above my head and he proceeds to kiss and lick every inch of my body! He kept it so light which he knows drives me absolutely wild. Once he had turned me into a quivering mass and my pussy was wet enough to soak to sheets he flipped me over, rechained me, and proceeded to do the same to my front. To say it was hot is to understate how very hot it actually was. Once he had finished the circuit and I was damn near begging to fuck he shoved his cock down my throat which is one of my favorite things to do. Though Jason will rarely face fuck me when I am tied up as he is constantly afraid of hurting me. Rightly so, he’s a big boy. But not last night. He shoved his cock deep in my throat, held me by my hair and fucked my mouth until I could taste his precum. Then smart boy that he is he stopped. Pulled his cock out and immediately began kissing my tits again while I moaned. Then he went down on me and ate me out until I had one of the longest and strongest orgasms I have ever had. I soaked his face. And while I was still realising from the mind blowing orgasm he slid inside of me. That is when all conscious thought left me. I completely gave myself over to the more primal part of myself. We fucked. We fucked hard. He twisted and bent me in ways that have me sore today. He fucked me like a jackhammer. Oh. My. God. It. Was. FANTASTIC! He made me cum over and over and over and over again. And then some more for good measure. Once the hour mark of actual sex had come and gone I, gasping, asked if he was ready to cum. He kissed me and whispered in my ear “You have to ‘red’out tonight.” Meaning he was going to fuck me until I begged for mercy! How fucking hot is that?!!!!

So long story short (too late) we fucked for 2 hours. I came a gazillion times and when I finally couldn’t take anymore and I told him he needed to cum he came for Me on command. It was AMAZING! I may have suffered brain damage it was that good.

And what was more, as soon as we were done he cuddled up to me and began rubbing my forehead, gently petting me until I fell asleep. I absolutely adore being petted and it is my all time favorite way to fall asleep.

SO HAPPY!

And as I write this my wonderful husband is heading off downstairs to make me breakfast in bed of Eggs Benedict.

Bliss.

Contract Renewal Time!

My husband’s and my 10 year anniversary is coming up. Which means it’s time to re-up the contract.

See we don’t view marriage as a lifetime contract. We view it as a license (which it is). It expires every 5 years. So every 5 years you have to make the choice to re-up the contract or walk away. We decided that before we even got married and have lived it. The best question I have gotten to our marriage contract idea has been ‘What if he decides he doesn’t want to re-up?’ Quite frankly, That…would….suckkkkkkkkkk…. but it is something I would have to deal with as I agreed to it and I do believe in it. So I would cry a lot and deal. This may sound silly but it actually puts our marriage securely on our shoulders. My husband has the option of walking away from me every 5 years. I don’t want that at all. I happen to be married to THE BEST* MAN IN THE WORLD and I am NOT going to let him go without a fight. So I consciously show him how much I love him every day. I make him know how much he means to me. I don’t allow myself to slip into an attitude of ingratitude. (I’m a mofo poet!) I spend those 4.5 years making him remember why he wanted to be with me in the first place. And he does the same for me. So that when it comes time for our renewal and review period the answer is resoundingly Yes! So far anyway.

On our 5 year anniversary we invited our family and friends to join us in a park where in the presence of the woman who married us, we reaffirmed the commitment we made to each other 5 years previously. We gave our daughter a ring this time and honored her. We got to share an important moment of our life with everyone we loved….except keith and Chris… who were punks. But I got them back. I napstered them and played one of keith’s songs at the ceremony without paying him a dime! HA! What was I saying… oh yeah. It was a beautiful day.

Our plans for our 10 year have been to head West to Vegas. Originally before he knocked me up we were planning on eloping to Vegas but opted out once the morning-afternoon-evening-night-sleeping sickness kicked in. So we agreed 10 years in Vegas. Married by Elvis with Marilyn as a bridesmaid. The two of us resplendent in as much gold lamme as I can gather and fringe. He wearing an enormous belt buckle of Ohio if I can manage it, with a matching bolero tie. His golden cowboy hat will be magnificent and say to the world “Seth Bullock sucks MY dick!” I will be doing my very most to imitate a plus size Dolly Parton. Tits for miles. Tits that defy gravity. Tits that mesmerize. I may even dye my hair bl…. No.. I couldn’t finish that sentence. Let’s give this one a try shall we? I may even buy a fabulous blonde wig! And once we have sworn our love to each other we will race from the chapel (race being a relative term what with my ankle and all) and jump (again relative) into a topless white Cadillac dating from no later than 1965 and peel out (relative) into the dessert night to a whorehouse (litteral). You know. Classy! ;) Ok Tacky but like Hooters, delightfully so. Mainly it just sounds like a hoot to us. Because that is all life is but memories. I like mine to make me laugh.

That is the plan. Though it is looking less and less likely we will be making the trip West this year.  Sad Lana. But hey, there is always 15 or 20. And if you know me then you know that when one door closes I either open a window or tear down a wall to build a new door. So I have been vacillating and have landed upon 2 things. 1 has been instituted as a new ritual during the reuping of vows. The second may or may not happen as I will explain. 1. I decided I needed another proposal. The original one I got I kind of bungled for him (another post for another day) and it wasn’t all that romantic. So I decided I wanted something romantic and I charged him with proposing in a thoughtful and romantic way. The only caveat was that I have nothing to do with the planning of this proposal and it had to be done by the end of April as I didn’t want to spend the month before our anniversary wondering when he would propose.

So approaches the end of April and I have begun hearing whispers when my husband leaves the room. I have heard my mother and he in quick but near silent conversation in the next room. My daughter has begun grinning at me in the way she does when she knows something I don’t. Yeah! So be ready for an update on that when it goes down.

The second idea that occurred to me was why not invite friends up here to share in our joy. We may not be able to head out to Vegas but we sure as hell can have the tackiest party I can come up with right here. But that all depends on a few things. One being my basement being finished and two whether I can get enough people interested in dressing up tacky as hell and driving out to BFE. My guess is that it probably won’t. Thought who knows. Our anniversary is also my husband’s birthday. So it is a 2fer.

Further events as they unfold.





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Weekend with the Inlaws

J.O.Y.

Sexiest Man Ever

I forgot to post these pics earlier. Just before my pedicure my husband was dutifully getting everything ready. After all my foots stuffs were awaiting my toes my husband turns to me and hands me a Dairy Milk chocolate bar (MY FAV!!).I snapped a pic and told him the only thing sexier than a man giving me chocolate was a naked man giving me chocolate. So he immediatly stripped (sort of. Baby it's cold inside). Here are the pics!