Now, the background for this blog is that my Master demand I write a sexblog.
And I can see how that's benefitial for both of us. Partly sexpartners, definitely close friends, new to the BDSM-scene, never girl/boyfriend., living some distance apart from one another.
My first assignment is to write about my latest "adventures". Now, my Master and I, we're not exclusive. He calls me a slut. By definition of one of my friends slut means "someone with a healthy relationship to her own body and sexuality". I am definitely a slut. So, it only fits that I have other sexual partners. I'm not a player, I'm just comfortable, enjoying being attractive to others, which I don't take for granted.
So... Last Thursday, I had offered my hospitality to a friend of mine, a girl I once used to date. She needed a place to stay, and I had no problems offering her a spot in the bed next to me. I looked forward to sharing bed with her. Did I think I was getting laid that night? No. Hoped. Imagined. But that was also a thing I didn't take for granted. She lives her life now, I live mine.
She offered me a massage, for letting her stay there, and I wasn't very hard to convince.
Then lights out, and oh so naturally we spooned each other, our underwear still on. Some light kissing on the neck, not overly sexually, more cuddly, told me I wasn't wrong to imagine that this could happen. So when I kissed her, it was like every other time I had kissed her.
I used to tell her she had a Magister-degree in getting me to heaven. That's what regular sex with the same partner for months do to a girl (oh, the luxury!). This time it was over way to quickly, I was kind of wanting more. She was very satisfied with her orgasm, and slept very well that night.
I was satisfyed, but not quite. My demands has only grown stronger since we were a couple. She used to give me so much more than this, but that's when we had time, were lovers, when the sex was the focus, not just urge-driven. This time, I was happy that she'd come, that I almost had fallen asleep holding her again, just as friends, but close as ever. And the attention you get from someone during sex... that they take the time to appreciate your body, your scent, your (in some cases) taste. And sounds. For every moan I made, she had her replying happy sigh.
Till next time, yours humbly, KinkyKitty
