The Secret Life of Elle

The Preperation

2010-12-01T22:03:00.005-08:00

I needed to get laid. I showered and shaved and blew dry my hair into shimmering perfection. I laid the candles carefully along the edge of the dresser, lighting them from left to right. I got down on my knees next to the bed and pulled out the train case we use to store all our toys from prying eyes. I laid out the handcuffs and rope, the flogger and the paddle. My favorite glass dildo and lube. I added a blindfold and nipple clamps. Plenty on combination for him to choose from. I was hoping he would pick the flogger and I considered leaving the paddle tucked away since I hate how much it hurts and after so long my pain tolerance would be low.

I then moved the tray to a convenient location near the bed which I spent time making into a smooth inviting surface. I into a silky white slip and tied a short slinky black robe over it. I checked out the room with a considering eye seeing if I had forgotten anything. The chain of the nipple clamps was glittering in the dancing candle light. I decided it would be the perfect addition to my outfit.

I slipped the straps of my evenings attire down so my breasts were exposed to the cool air flowing around the room, the first snow of the year had started out side hours ago and added a delicious chill to the air, I licked my pointer finger and brought it down to my right nipple spreading the moisture around the pink tip watching it harden and take n a deeper hue as the blood rushed to it. I could feel the lips of my pussy swelling and juices starting to flow freely. I have very sensitive nipples. I moved to my other nipple rolling it between my fingers pulling it from my body and watching it settle back into place. One nice thing about small breasts is they are nice and perky with no support.

I pinched the nipple clamp open position it over my nipple letting the tension slowly squeeze my flesh. I have to adjust it a few times to find the perfect place between the pain and the pleasure, hot burn that leaves me uncertain if I want them taken off or tightened. We haven’t played with the clamps much before and I was delighted to find how turned on the site of them abusing my nipples was, the chain glittering and swaying with every breath I took. I carefully wrapped myself back up leaving the chain peeking out of my cleavage.

I took a deep breath and left the sanctuary I had created in our bedroom for the noise of the computer and radio and dog chewing on her bone. He was sitting at the computer messing with Facebook.

“Hey Babe, you busy?” I asked Quinn.

He responded ”Not really why?” without turning to look at me. Suddenly I go from vixen to shy in a heartbeat, feeling silly for setting everything up. What if he wasn’t in the mood?

“No reason” I respond standing behind him. He swiveled around in his chair. “Wow you look really pretty, he smiles and stands up to hug me pulling my body to him. I gasp when my sensitized nipples hit his chest and wonder if he can feel the clamps smashed between us. He doesn’t comment on it so I don’t think he could. “I was thinking we could go in the bedroom…” I trail off as his hands wander over my ass.

Quinn grins at me “That sounds great.” We walk into the bedroom and he sees what I have done to the room. “I like the candles,” and then the tray of toys catches his eye “and you laid toys out too huh? His eyes come back to rest on me. “not all of them…” as I twirl the nipple chain between my fingers.

(To be continued)

Vampires

2010-11-29T18:58:00.001-08:00

If I could go on a date a vampire. I totally would. There is something disturbing and dangerous and erotic at the thought. For Halloween I dressed up as Sookie Stackhouse from True Blood. I wore the waitress outfit, complete with black sneakers and apron. Quinn dressed up as a Vampire. Yep that’s right he indulged me in a cute couples costume. We bought tickets to an open bar party and got really drunk came home and passed out.

I became completely enamored in how convenient having an apron with pockets was. I think I may have decided I was going to wear one all the time in my drunken state. oh the things we do drunk.

It turns out being bit by fake vampire fangs hurts. And leaves marks. It was all part of the fun, I didn’t mind. It was all part of my date with a vampire :)

We Do it All for the Nookie

2010-11-28T16:37:00.002-08:00

Elle you’ve left us! Where are you?
Elle, Wheres my dirty pictures?
Elle, you must have gotten Fat.

Hello Again. I know this is the land of neglect for the past few of years. Turns out I am a bad blogger during a relationship. Yep that right Elle’s got some steady nookie (more on that later). Nearly 3 years now, it’s pretty serious I quit my job and moved across the country for him. We experimented a lot in the bedroom. We learned what worked for each we got pretty good at getting each other off. I still really like getting off. I was so busy enjoying and acting on the sexy thoughts, there was no time for blogging.

Me and Quinn decided it was time to take the relationship to the next level. We got a dog. A 17 pound adorable fur ball. Now she is a 95 lb Energetic destroyer of shoes, and Calvin Klein underwear. She can sniff out the expensive ones at 10 paces. Seriously, I have cried over the destruction of underwear, how pathetic is that?
Turns out Puppies are bad for your sex life. As in they kill it. Dead. You don’t even have it enough for it to be part of your life. It’s like a sexcation.

So my steady nookie, is not nookie at all. It’s like having a steady bed warmer. Which is nice, but its not nookie. Life just gets in the way. I get the death flu, he hurts his back, and the dog gets a urinary tract infection. You don’t ever want a dog with a UTI, mine has had three in 7 months. Poor her and poor us. Adding to the dilemma is me and Quinn, don’t actually spend much time in bed together. I go to sleep around 11pm and get up at 6am. He goes to sleep around 2am and gets up at 9am. I think he should come to bed earlier and not play computer games all night. He think I should stay up later. This leads to us lovingly bickering and never having sex.

When the sexy inspiration hits I still plan to write stories, and when I actually ever have sex worth writing about again, I will write the real stuff to. There may even be more pictures. And when there’s no sex and I just feel like writing about everyday stuff, I am going to write that as well. If you don’t want to read about not sex, you don’t have to.

In honor of me declaring this blog more of a living my life blog and not a sex blog (since I’m not having it, do I seem bitter?) I revamped my page and made it purple! Which is my favorite.

Welcome to the new and not so secret life of Elle.

Drip Drip Drip

2010-04-07T05:15:00.000-07:00

I remember the first time me and Quinn played with hot wax. I love candles and we have them all over the house, although I don’t burn them to often because I can’t trust my kitties to keep their tails of out them. He had laid a towel on the bed and told me to lay down on my stomach on top of it and then he started rubbing my back and I was just in heaven clueless of what was happening. I had done it before with other people and he knew this and knew I liked it. But really I was clueless. One minute his hands we on my skin and the next there was trail of wax running along my spine hot fire spilling over my skin so fast. And my body tensed and I probably yelped and then I melted into the bed. Because it pretty much felt like an orgasm. Every nerve ending in my body tensed at the same moment and then it was gone. He then would drop single drips of wax in random spots I never knew where the next one was coming and there would be a pause and another stripe of wax. Another moment of orgasmic tension and then I would melt into the bed all over again. When he tired of putting me through this up and down roller coaster, he rubbed his hands all over my back using his nails to scrape the dried hard designs of my back. It was lovely. I really enjoyed it and the designs it left on my back were really cool. The faded rather quickly. I do remember thinking with my skin so sensitive and nerve ending all awake, having the cold metal of a knife scrape the hardened wax off would be a huge mind fuck. I did keep hose thoughts to myself though. Well until now I guess 

What Works

2010-04-05T09:17:00.002-07:00

Sometimes my fantasy's are farfetched. Sometimes I would never actually want them to come true. And others still I hope to experience one day. Sometimes a play one fantasy out over and over. Other times I sift through my archive in my of what excites me and find the perfect one for that moment. Recently Quinn threatened to tie me up and tie the magic wand on to me and use it til he decided I had enough. Now this thought excites me. But I worry it would be a little to much sensation. That one it would hurt in a bad way or possibly worse that it would make me numb. No one wants a numb clit. But I know if we tried and it started to turn bad we would switch to some different activity. I can have a lot of orgasms very close together. But I generally will move the vibrations away from my pink bits for a little while. Sometimes seconds sometimes minutes. I always give myself that time to breathe and let my body recover. If only momentarily. So it excites me to see what would happen it excites me to give control of that choice to stop or continue over to him. It makes me a little nervous but that is exciting in its own way. But as this is exciting I do fantasize about it. But in my fantasy I am not tied up. I am laying on our bed face down the wand pressed between my legs and the bed vibrating against my pussy. He is laying on top of me trapping me with his body. Wear moth naked so I can feel he hardness pressing into me. I imagine his hand moving feeling my sides. Tickling me lightly while I try to get away. But not to much because I hate it after about 3 seconds. I imagine his hands pinning my wrists down. His hands tangling in my hair pulling my head back, his teeth nibbling into my ear as the sensations wracking my body unable to get away from him or the vibrations til he let's me. It sounds delicious and the thought can certainly make me cum. It did a great job of it last night.

Misunderstandings

2010-04-05T05:18:00.001-07:00

I crawl in bed and Quinn is still wondering around the apartment doing something. I call out “You coming to bed soon?” He responds “yeah, I’ll be there in just a minute.” I get settled and start thinking about orgasms and my magic wand which is laying on the floor by the bed from recent use. I eventually decide I should at least invite him to join in and settle in to bed to wait for him and see if he’s feeling frisky. After a moment I hear... “thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack” a pause “thwack, thwack” another moment and… “thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack” What the hell is that? I get out of bed and go to the door in the hallway listening, it happens a few times more. I can see from the light he is sitting at the computer desk. And the only thing I can think of to explain this really weird noise is… “Is he jerking off?” He has a Prince Albert piercing, and sometimes when jerking off or getting a handjob, it will make this funky noise. Did he get on the computer and start watching porn? Or maybe chatting with someone on the internet? Or maybe watching “Undercover Boss” got him really turned on and he didn’t want to tell me? Generally the show is not arousing but I slept through the last half so how am I to say what happened. I go back into the bedroom trying to decide If I should interrupt him? I crawl back into bed. “thwack, thwack, thwack” Enough is enough. I pick up my phone and text message him “It sounds like your jacking off. Are you?” I hear a chuckle from the other room and then Quinn is next to the bed with a big grin and a look in his eyes like I really am a blond. “No,“ he laughs “the cat is scratching the hell out of the litter box.” Opps. I laugh, “Ohh, sorry” Quinn asks “You really thought I was jacking off? Why didn’t you come and look for yourself?” I respond “Well, I didn’t want to interrupt if it was good” he rolled his eyes and returned to the living room to plant crops in Farmville. Terribly naughty, I know.

Guess I just thought he had sex on the brain too. Turns out I was wrong :)

Adventures in Sexting

2010-04-03T09:57:00.002-07:00

I woke up needing cock. My body hot and aching and wet and swollen. It must have been some dream I was having, although for the life of me I can’t remember it. Unfortunately, I woke up alone. My guy and me live together these days, but he was on vacation seeing his family. And I was left working. It takes me awhile to cum in the mornings. Like all my nerves are still asleep and don’t want to commit to anything as strenuous as an orgasm. Since it was a Friday, I had to go to work. I I got dressed deciding to for go panties and wear a skirt. It would be fun to tell him that little fact later. I looked good. I felt good and sexy. Forgoing the panties does that I guess.

I get to work get everything started and start text messaging him. I tell him I’m not wearing panties. He responds with a text smile. I tell him I’m wearing a skirt. Then I get a naughty girl. I don’t paint my nails to often but that morning I had. A shiny glossy red. I take a pic message of my hand and pretty nails and tell him I wish it were wrapped around his cock. I continue to text him all the things I want to do to him with my hands. I love his skin, it’s so soft and responds to nails and teeth beautifully. I like using my nails and teeth. A lot. Might be why he likes using the rope a lot. I tell him I need a spanking. He tells me he plans to mark me up good when he gets home. I get wetter, sitting at my desk with my pussy throbbing taking work calls, talking to people, making reservations, walking around. Contemplating if I can smell myself. I can feel it, the slickness on my thighs. Which turns me on more, keeping me in this constant state of arousal. After work a bunch of my co-workers invite me to happy hour so I go. I keep my phone out send him occasional messages, getting bolder as I imbibe more and more. I head home around 8 contemplating if people were so into me today because my sexy feelings were coming out as confidence or a swish in my hips. It was a great day. And this cute girl at work told me like 4 times how good I looked, we were at a bar near my apt. which is a beautiful high rise with a view. I told her she could come over after work sometime and check it out. I hope she does. I need more friends. And she’s a cutie.

I get home and message him again that I’m home and need food then play. He laughs at me. I eat chicken strips and surf facebook. Then I go into our room and get naked. I lay down on the bed and get my favorite glass dildo and vibrator. I take a picture of my hand wrapped around the smooth cold glass. I send it saying that as he reads it I will be pumping it in and out of me. I hit send and slide it in my pussy which needs no encourage meant or additional lube. I love the weight of it and how its cool and heats up inside of me. I love how smooth it feels and all the little bumps and ridges. I love the curve of it and how it can find my G-spot. He doesn’t respond for a few minutes as I play with it inside me, pulling it out and letting it cool and pushing it back in me. Using my muscles to hold it in or push it out. I pick of my camera and take another shot. And take another shot. I want him to know exactly what I’m doing and wish he were there. I discard my phone and get to business. Cold hard glass buried in my cunt, vibrator making little circle over my clit, it doesn’t take me long, having been excited all day long. My teasing him was teasing me just as much. I came hard moaning loudly. I never used to be loud. But it kind of turns me on the sounds that come out of me. I love the sounds he makes. I find all of the gasps and moans the sounds of the vibrator and slippery sounds to be exciting.

He told me he wished he were there, I took a picture of me licking the juices off of my glass dildo as a response. He asked if I was satisfied. I wasn’t I won’t be til he comes home and does it right. But that didn’t stop me from going another two rounds. It was the first time I ever sent him naughty pic’s with my phone. Spent the whole day making him want me with my words. I liked it.

Pussy Bling

2010-01-05T18:54:00.002-08:00

This story started probably 9 months ago on a rainy night when my man was out of town and I was left up to my own devices. I ended up in a tattoo shop getting my hood pierced. If you don’t know what that is learn some anatomy and Google it. The story of the getting the piercing is a tale of its own so suffice to say I did. After the needles and the putting it in, He showed me in a mirror my new jewelry adorned vagina and I thought, huh, that looks cool, wish it sparkled. Thus my desire for Pussy Bling. I was thinking diamond in my imaginations of my sparkling pink bits. But I’m broke and if I’m going to get a real diamond its probably going to be a necklace or a ring because I can only afford one and I want to show that puppy off. My vagina doesn’t really have a revolving door of guests. But the mental image was sparkly white.

So piercings take time to heal and a few months turned into nine months and I never bought new jewelry. I still think Pussy Bling would be awesome, but it’s an expense I don’t really need. Fast forward to my evening shower tonight. I have Sara Bareilles on my Ipod and am shaving my legs. Ding. Ding Ding Ding. I look down and there is the bar of my hood piercing. And one ball.

In my head I go damn it! I look around it’s pretty easy to see the missing ball is not getting clean with me. I wonder how long it takes to close. I pick it up and put the bar on the side of the tub and finish shaving. Rinse off real quick and go to shake out my panties. It must be there? No. No missing ball in my panties. I look on the floor losing hope of ever finding my silver ball. And then I go on a hunt for replacement jewelry me and my guy probably have had 15 piercings at one time or another. I need the right gauge and I need it to close, or I need a ball which can thread into the bar. After looking at all the possibilities I end up taking out my gorgeous real opal belly button ring and threading that opal ball onto the bar I’ve been using.

And then I'm laying on the bed legs askew trying to put this thing in from the bottom so I can have the opal on top because its not smooth and I don't want to scratch my labia with my bling. I've never seen my guy look so confused at my goods, I finally get the bar in and its time to screw on the little ball but i cant see it and hold it and screw it (haha screwing my own pussy, sorry I had too) so now he is holding the bar and ball and moving carefully around my hood and I'm preying he doesn't hurt me or rip it out. He's got big hands. He did great, no pain and it feels like the ball is on tight.

Now I need to plan a trip to the piercing place for a more permanent solution.

And if you happen to see a little silver ball, Its mine. And I probably don’t want it back. I must admit my pussy looks good with opal.

Legs.... and Ink - HNT

2009-11-19T05:08:00.002-08:00

A week goes fast. Month's go fast. I need to get better at this updating thing. So many things to say but I never can seem to get it quite right any more.

So these are my legs on which you can see my newest ink. Which a bit blurry, three guesses as to what I have permanently etched on my skin?

Sneeze and a HNT

2009-11-12T09:19:00.005-08:00

Man, its dusty around here. I have two new tattoo's and a scar from a nasty burn. I got in a fight with a kitchen appliance. It won. I survived.

My love life had a bit of a dry spell, and then I met a man who changed that. and more.

Stories about him, me, and more to follow.

Happy Half Naked Thursday.

Self Defense

2009-03-27T00:49:00.001-07:00

I wield my fingernails as lovely weapons. I carve artwork into my lovers skin. I use my hands, my fingers, my nails to walk that fine line between pain and pleasure, tickling and caressing. A word to the wise If we are wrestling it is in your best interest to pin my arms fast because I am armed and not afraid to use them. It will not matter if you are stronger if my hands are free I am quick and devious and ruthless, and driven to win.

Touch me

2009-03-26T09:33:00.000-07:00

I am a sensation junky.

I love hot and cold, smooth and rough, pleasure and pain.

I love the highs and I hate the lows, but I am passionate about the difference.

I can’t have one without the other.

I get tired of stillness, I get tired of motion.

I need variety.

I need sensation.

The good and The bad.

I need to know I am alive and that my blood still pumps tirelessly through my veins.

Sometimes I wish I could see it moving. To know that even my insides are never at rest.

Naked

2009-03-25T21:19:00.003-07:00

I like mind games. I like when I’m naked and you are not. I like how it makes me feel vulnerable and sensitive and bare and a little embarrassed. I like that you think you are in charge when this happens, when you tell me to strip for you. When you place us on this uneven playing field. but I know when I’m naked in front of you, that you want me. I know this game we play teases us both. I like that when I’m naked and your not, my energy is fueling the sexually charged air. I like the distinct visibility of that power exchange. I like the anticipation of your clothes coming off, your skin against mine. The feel of your cock settling against me for that first moment that delicious anticipation.

Surprises

2009-01-25T22:59:00.001-08:00

I recently had the experience of having the bottom of my feet flogged while they were tied to the bed post. Since I was on my tummy and my hands were cuffed to the headboard. I didn’t anticipate this turn of events. I didn’t even consider it as a possibility in my high endorphinated state because well, I’m incredibly ticklish and not in a fun way. I have a very low tickle tolerance. So I have a pretty firm agreement with my lover that the feet are off limits.

So suddenly bam my feet are on the receiving end of the flogger and in my head all I can think is AHHHHHH! FEET! Poor defenseless Feet! And then I realized it felt not bad. It didn’t tickle. It didn’t sting. It felt like a deep tissue massage. Strange and disconcerting but also thud-y and nice.

You learn something new everyday.

What do you make of it?

2009-01-22T22:52:00.000-08:00

Life is what you make of it.
Right?
What about Sex?
Is Sex what you make of it?
And orgasms….
Are orgasms what you make of it?
For instance if I decided I wanted to have an earth shattering one right now?
Lets lest this theory…..
Hmm…. Mmmmm…….

Good morning

2008-10-05T09:39:00.001-07:00

I love waking up and entangling my body with another’s. Finding there heat in my bed by my side. Waking them with soft touches and kisses. Slow half awake adoration of each other. Before the bothers of the day come rushing in to break the moment. The peace. I miss that on mornings like this. The sex following is a nice treat as well.

Sleep...

2008-10-02T21:15:00.001-07:00

I sleep on black Egyptian cotton sheets and they feel decadent against my naked skin. Tonight I’ll be sleeping alone. But in my dreams and in my heart I’m not alone.

Getting Lost

2008-10-01T20:02:00.000-07:00

I love to kiss that sweet spot on the curve of your shoulder, that makes you shiver sweet wanting shivers.

I love to make you feel, how you make me feel. A whirlwind of sensation threatening to make you lose your composure. I want to make you lose yourself in me, like I get lost in you.

Let’s go get lost together.

At a distance

2008-09-30T20:24:00.001-07:00

Its so easy to desire from a distance.
I want to desire you
Upclose and personal
In your space
In my space
In our space.
Just for tonight.
Tomorrow,
We can go back to
Pretending.
To being
Just friends.

Pretty big layer of dust around here...

2008-09-29T22:15:00.002-07:00

This place fits like that old forgotten sweater, you pull out of the closet and put on again after a season, or seasons hanging alone in the closet and then you find a 20 in the pocket and remember why you loved it.

In my absence my life has grown and imploded and changed, and I’m happy. Really Really happy for the most part.

Things are looking up in the secret life of Elle.

Which has been pretty secret as of late.

I’m not real talented at the whole relationship game. And I say game because really that’s what it starts out as I have a lot of misses. Sometimes we hit it off and latter we miss. But I’m pretty happy living the single life right now.

I’ve got a new job, which pays me more, uses my skills and is in a field I’ve always been interested in. It’s fun, I’m currently one of those people who love their job. And that’s a nice thing to have. Even if waking up on Monday morning is rough.

For all of you who have stopped by in my absence, Thank you! Come again, I’m going to do better at this whole writing thing. The pictures may come again as well but it’s a little early to say.

So here’s a raising of the glass to new beginnings or do-over's, today is the beginning of the rest of the rest of our lives, or so they say.

p.s. I just went to blogger.com to sign in and I was still signed in, how weird is that?

Anyone want to cuddle?

2008-04-14T22:38:00.001-07:00

I’m exhausted, and can’t think of anything to write about. If I could have anything in the world right now, it would be a margarita and a sweetie to cuddle with while we watched a movie and relaxed.

It’s the little things that matter, really.

Any one want to suggest a topic?

I could use some inspiration.

I like texture

2008-04-12T09:50:00.002-07:00

I want to feel your calloused hands rubbing against the undersides of my breasts.
I want to feel your teeth slowly digging into my flesh.
I want to feel your nails creating artwork on my skin.
I want to feel you hard and throbbing and trapped between us.

The boyfriend

2008-04-11T22:45:00.000-07:00

I have a boyfriend who is happy to fuck whenever I want to. And sometimes when I don’t, he’s quite the horny boy. And while the quantity of the sex is nice, the quality is so-so, the chemistry is well, near non existent. But hope springs eternal.

He’s a little clingy for my tastes. I want him to have his own friends and life and social awareness. But he doesn’t If he’s not out with me he’s sitting at home, on his couch, which is annoying as hell to me. He even works from home most the time. He seriously never gets out unless I’m the initiator.

And I don’t want a super model, but all this couch sitting isn’t helping his figure at all. He also has a daughter, I’ve never met her she lives with her mom across the country.

But he makes me laugh. And he’s happy to just hold me when I’m tired and want to sleep. He goes along with my crazy tangents. And is just as picky about what he eats as I am. We’re really comfortable around each other. He kicks my ass at guitar hero, but still cheers me on as try to get perfects on easy. Currently I have 5 stars on all the easy songs, and 9 perfects.

He’s started talking about how one day we could live together. I’ve started thinking more about kissing the ladies. People ask me sometimes why were together, the best I’ve got is that opposites attract, but I’ve started wondering why were together, and usually that’s the beginning of the end. But I would like for us to last longer, not forever, but I’m happy. He’s happy. Why complicate things?

After work....

2008-04-10T22:50:00.002-07:00

I just got off work, and walked home. Checked my mail, came up the elevator, unlocked my door. Its pretty heavy and shuts itself, so I don’t bother closing it myself. I kick off first my left shoe and then my right, not bothering to unlace them because seriously my toes need freedom now. I walk through my kitchen into the living room and sit down my purse and myself. I unbutton my coat and shrug it off my shoulders. Pull of my socks first the blue one then the green one, I never take the time to match them.. then I wiggle my toes and blissfully sigh.

Up again I walk over to my computer turn it on and unbutton my pants, a little wiggle of the hips and Im kicking them off. I walk towards the kitchen and pull my shirt off over my head. My bra and panties don’t match. leopard print, and black and white stripes. I open the freezer and pull out my favorite flavor of ice cream, scoop a reasonably generous amount into a glass goblet and grab a spoon, wait no I forgot the spoon and had to go back for it. Anyways it all brings us to the here and now. Me in my bra and panties enjoying ice cream. Hope you all have had a lovely night.

Love...

2008-04-09T12:57:00.001-07:00

I want to fall in love. Head over heels no emotion spared love. I want my lover to be taller than me. And stronger than me, I want to feel protected in his arms. Not like I’m going to break him. I want his eyes to see into my soul , and know all my dirty little secrets, and love me anyways. Love me in spite of them and because of them.

I don’t think I’ve ever really been in love. I’ve said it and I’ve felt shadows of love, or friendly love, brotherly love. But never that soul mate love. Never that, I can’t imagine living without you kind of love. I’ve had crushes but never acted on them. I hold myself back. Don’t let myself fall. I enjoy it, but its not apart of me, if that makes any sense.

I worry I may be destined to never have it. And I can live with that. I do every day. But it saddens me.