The Beautiful Kind

I toured Houmas House Plantation near Baton Rouge, Louisiana recently. Jebus, that place is creepy. Not only was Hush, Hush Sweet Charlotte filmed there, but the current owner staged a grand opening of the mansion four years ago by holding a dog wedding out on the front porch. A designer fashioned a dress and tuxedo for the exotic Lab-type pooches, seen here during happier times:

Princess Grace, the bride, was hanging around the gift shop at the time of my visit looking very depressed. The poor girl had recently been bred and had her puppies taken from her and sold, hence the hangdog look and distended nipples:

And speaking of gift shop, check out what they were selling amongst the folk art priced at $1500 a pop - does this shit not completely creep you out?!:

Do you realize how hard it is to write a sex blog, and to have your “X” key be dodgy? Fuck!

Did The Beautiful Kind write this?! No matter, I’m in love with whoever did… xoxo

http://www.magnificentbastard.com/features/toolbag

Concluding this post…

“God, honey, I can’t take it anymore, fuck me just a little!” I beg, and she rolls on her side to watch, dazed, mouth parted, as I yank down my black panties and you mount me and slide your big cock into my hot wet pussy. I let you fuck me for a few good strokes, then I wriggle out from under you and demand that our sub lick your cock clean.

After she does, I tell her to get on her hands and knees so I can watch you fuck her from behind. When she’s in that position, we both admire her beautiful smooth ass, stroking it, letting our fingers dip down into her dripping pussy, probing between the lips. She is clearly ready for you, but we make her beg for your cock anyway. I get to guide it in myself, rubbing the head up and down her slit, working it in, using you like a human dildo.

Once you’re inside her, I sit on the couch naked and have her face me so I can watch her face contort as she gets used to your cock invading her. I sit there with my legs spread, playing with my tits and pussy, totally getting off on the live sex show before me, and getting off on you pleasuring another woman the way you do me. When I’m in the position she’s in, I’m always missing the view. And now I have the best seat in the house.

But it gets even better. You slide in and out of her, feeling her insides, which are different than mine. I ask you if she has a tight pussy, and you groan yes. I watch her tits sway, then bounce, as you fuck her, and she’s crying out, going crazy.

Your hands are gripping her hips and I tell you to push her towards me, to push her face into my cunt, so she can eat me while she gets fucked, put her mouth to good use. Her face lands in my crotch, and you pause for a moment to watch her lap at me, eager to please. Then you resume your thrusting, and her face hits my pussy every time you hit her womb.

You’re sweating and I’m writhing on the couch, and she’s squealing into me. I gaze at you over her and tell you that I want you to cum inside her, so that I can eat it out of her from behind, watch it drip down and catch it on my tongue, then bury my face into it, ah, let you push my face into it so I can taste her juices mixed with yours.

And THEN he came in my face.

“I’m not calling you MILF anymore. It’s just MIF.”

- my guy

Continuing a previous post…

It’s time for us women to shed our lingerie. I release our sub from her cock sucking duties so I can take off my bra, exposing my small, soft milky white breasts with perky pink nipples. I turn my attention back to her. She’s still gasping. I tell you to fondle her breasts through the bra, before I take it off.

You reach for them, trace the curves softly, dip into her shallow cleavage, gently tweak her nipple through the sheer white fabric. Then you go over them again, this time more roughly and thoroughly - you’re manhandling them, taking ownership. She moans.

By now we’re all kneeling on the floor. I move around behind her to take off her bra, and you kiss her deeply, her small face cupped in your hands. Her bra slithers to the ground, and I reach around to let her experience a woman’s touch. My hands are like feathers on her soft breasts. I push them up and together and whisper to you, “Here honey, try them.” Her nipples are like bright pink fruit, beckoning, delectable.

You kiss and nuzzle them, then take as much flesh surrounding her nipple as you can into your mouth, inhaling it. Mmm, I know how that feels - I know you’re capturing her breast in your mouth so you can torment the aching nipple with your powerful tongue. Having her breast stimulated that way sends stimulating currents directly to her cunt and makes it twitch with anticipation. You see how much it makes me squirm to watch, so you alternate between the two of us, giving the four breasts before you plenty of attention. No doubt your jaw is sore.

We lie her back on the floor and work her over together - we don’t neglect her arms, her belly, her calves - she is worshiped properly. We pull off her white panties and take turns licking her cunt. I like holding her lips apart so I can watch your tongue probe her glistening, quivering flesh…

To be continued.

…your friend’s bird’s perch reminds you of a butt plug.

My man was jerking off in my face when he said huskily, “Tell me about how you want to seduce a sub girl with me.” Mmmm!

We invite a girl friend of ours over for dinner, someone we can tell is intrigued by the concept of being a sex slave, someone a bit younger, someone who looks best wearing a dog collar.

She and I drink wine with dinner, and things are playful. The conversation turns to how you dom me, and how I’ve always wanted the chance to dom someone else with you, someone even more sub than me. She volunteers. She clears the table of the dishes, then goes over to the living room and kneels on the floor. She looks up at us and says, “Tell me what to do.”

We look at each other, exchange devilish glances, and then get to work. I tell her to raise her hands, and pull her cute kitty t-shirt over her head. She’s wearing a white bra, and her breasts are the size of oranges. I tell her to lie down, and she does without question. I unzip her short plaid skirt and slide it down off her legs. Now she’s just wearing her bra and panties and knee-hi’s and mary jane shoes.

I tell her to get back on her knees and I shed my clothes. My lingerie is black. I call you over and you stand before us. Without a word I undo your jeans and pull your cock out, which is already hard and straining. I stroke it, prime it for her mouth. Then I direct my attention to her. I run my hands, which were just on your cock, through her hair, smooth it back from her face, and kiss her forehead, her cheeks, her lips. They taste like wine.

I gather her hair back in one fist and pull her head back gently with it, and her lips part and her eyes close. I take your cock and rub it on her face, her cheeks, her lips. I tell her to lick her way up your shaft, to open her eyes and look at you. Her tongue is pink and soft, and her eyes are wide and obedient. I say, “Let’s see if you can fit the head in your mouth,” and, still holding your cock, feed it to her.

It’s luscious to watch your big head disappear into her pretty little mouth, to come out shiny and wet, to watch her tongue swirl around it. Then I tell her to take more, and you hold your cock as I hold her head, pushing it halfway in, and I move her head back and forth, so she’s getting face fucked. I know how she’s feeling - how wonderful it is to have her mouth filled with cock, to be used for pleasure. Then I tell her I want to see her take it all. I tell her to take a deep breath, and then I shove her head all the way down on your cock, until it hits the back of her throat and she gags…

And then he came in my face. OK, not really. My daughter just woke up and is pestering me again. To be continued.

Well, shit. My blog has been suffering lately due to my hectic lifestyle and I feel bad about it. For instance right now I’m trying to write about a threesome sub fantasy and looking for a good pic to accompany it, and my daughter is pestering me to play a game called Turbulent Top, which is distressingly NOT what it sounds like.

Not that you care, but moving, unpacking, playdates, camping, and traveling are making it very difficult to devote the time I need to properly share my perverted thoughts, but hopefully in the next week or so I’ll have more time to write about that damn fantasy mentioned above, my take on tanlines, if sex with someone you like is better, how great bisexual men are, the masturbating in the car snafu, and why Annie Sprinkle is my hero.

At least my sex life isn’t suffering. I mean, I got fake raped last night at 3am down in the dungeon. He couldn’t even tell I was cumming cuz his cock was shoved so far down my throat. But more on that later.

Ah, the things we’ll do for love.

My guy asked me to accompany him to The Simpsons Movie, and since I had already passed on the Transformers movie (give me a fucking break!), I decided to grant him my company for this one. It’s not that I have anything against The Simpsons - I think it’s funny and clever and makes fun of society properly, but I just don’t seek out mainstream cartoon movies (the last one I saw was the South Park movie, to cheer myself up after having a miscarriage).

Anyway, it was funny enough, though I really don’t get the humor of men getting hit in the nuts. I was most interested in listening to the 12-yr-old boy sitting behind me quoting lines along with the movie, clearly having seen the flick daily since it came out (or perhaps he was one of the film writers). The best part was seeing Bart’s little yellow penis as he skateboarded nude through downtown Springfield. I hope that scene starts a new summer trend.

Scene: Department store, shopping for him, as he lacks fashion sense

Me (standing right next to him): No Hawaiian or Polo shirts for you, mister. The wifebeater shirts are over here.
Him: (ignores me)
We walk up to the front of the store.
Him: Oh yeah, I need more wifebeaters.
Me: I TOLD you where they were!
Him: You did?
Me: Yes, I was standing right next to you, and you ignored me!
Him (sheepish): I’m sorry. You’re with a drummer, hon. It’s a noisy job.
Me: Is that why you’re always smacking me on the ass?

(Or maybe it’s because of the wifebeaters…)