One of the only “perks” of a health emergency, yours or a loved one’s,  is that it reminds you that life is short and you better do what you gotta do – now!  My husband was in the E/R last week (it turned out to be  a virus, not Swine Flu, he’s better now) and what I realized  I  “gotta do” is focus on our marriage and either get it to work for me (it seems to be working – enough – for my hubs) or leave.

This is not news to me,  or you, I’m sure, it is why I began my blog in the first place — to try and work out my marriage “issues”.   I have been overwhelmingly touched and grateful for all of the empathy and support I have received, from other bloggers and from my “e-mail men”, (who have also sent me mouthwatering photos, videos,  and/or erotica), and to all those who wrote such wonderful, ego-boosting, Half-Nekkid Thursday comments.   And, of course, meeting Confessor X, who took me to orgasmic heights I didn’t know I could reach (we will be seeing each other one more time – and I will savor it).   But I’ve never been good at multi-tasking — if I’m focused on one thing I can only give half-assed attention to the other.   My “secret life” has been my focus for many months and my attempts to work on my marriage merely an act – and not a very good one.    Right now I need to focus.  I still don’t know if I stay because I really have hope for “us” or because  I just don’t have the cojones to leave — but I need to figure it out.

I’ll still be stalking my blogger friends, and perhaps leaving comments occasionally as Emma B.  Maybe I’ll even create  a new blog in the future concentrating on erotic fiction (or pornotica — whatever) something that even my husband could read.   I don’t know that yet either.  However, this is what I do know for sure — that I already miss you, my friends.

xoxo

Emma B.

Thanks to Confessor X for taking some HNT pix for me – much easier than setting the camera on a chair and using the timer!

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I had somehow overlooked an e-mail from Confessor X so when he came in my door yesterday with me on my knees, ass in the air facing him, wearing only my favorite panties (black satin with hot pink lace trim) I got two hard slaps on my ass and a nipple twist and pinch as a hello.  After I apologized for missing his e-mail he walked on down the hall without saying anything, I remained where I was.  Finally he told me to “come here” and he was in my big comfy chair ready to be sucked, and I was ready to suck.

After playing my tongue over his uncircumcised cock and feeling that wonderful pulse in my mouth he told me that he was pleased by a comment I had made on my blog and for that I  was going to be rewarded with some oral sex today so “let’s go to the bedroom”.  I made it to my room in .0003 seconds splayed out and ready for his magical tongue.  Again, he drove me so crazy with his tongue and fingers I practically bounced off the bed even as much as he tries to hold me down and orders me not to fucking move (I try!).

Then he got on his knees and placed my legs over his shoulders and shoved his cock in me and pounded me good and hard, once in a while wrapping his hand around my throat, which I’ve discovered that I enjoy.   While we recover – him on his back and my head on his welcoming chest – we get to know each other better.  We talk about Thanksgiving, family, friends, food, our hometowns, etc. And then we’ll go at it again, me sucking on him until he’s good and hard and ready to pummel me and he got me into position on my knees at the end of the bed with him standing behind me.  This time he surprised me by getting my butt plug and putting that in and then filling my cunt with his cock.   He’s preparing my ass for his cock and I feel more than ready to have that cherry popped … finally.  He ended this loooonnnngggg session (sigh…) by having me get on my back and coming on my face.  He went to get me a washcloth to clean myself up, although I do like to keep the sensation of hot cum on my body, for a little bit anyway.

More cuddling, my cat jumping on the bed and giving his fingers a few licks (she’s a perv too), and another hard pounding by him with my legs over his shoulders, and then it was time for him to leave.  I followed him to the door and he teased and played with my nipples and clit leaving me wanting more, always wanting more.

Forgive me if I’ve posted this one before — it’s from my slip photo session  waaaaaaayyyyy back…in August — oh how time flies.

Hope everyone has a wonderful Thanksgiving!

xoxo

Emma

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I met Confessor X in the foyer in my black low-cut dress with the tiny white polka-dots.  No bra, no panties, and on my knees, as usual.  He came in and ran a warm hand through my hair and pulled my face up for a kiss.  With a gentle slap on the face he told me stand up.  He walked behind me into the living room and I could feel his hard cock jabbing my ass and then he undid his belt and literally dropped his pants and sat down in my big comfy chair where I do my writing, reading, eating, and watching TV in – I’d always wanted to have sex in it too.

I got down on my knees and began tonguing his balls and working my way up past his cock ring and running my tongue around the tip of his cock then taking it in my mouth as I could feel his pulse surging against my tongue.  He told me to stand up, lift my dress and turn around and he noticed my butt plug that I had put in earlier to get ready, as this was the day he was going to fuck my ass.  He told me to take it out for now and sit on his cock reverse cowgirl style.  I rode his cock, his hands on my hips, my hands pushing myself up by the arms of the chair.  His cock would hit my g-spot and send shivers from the tip of my head to my toes.  We both stood up and he told me to sit in my chair doggy style and he fucked me hard from behind and then released his hot juice all over my ass and back.

We went to the bedroom where he laid down and I began sucking on his cock again until he had me straddle him and I rubbed and rocked my wet pussy against his cock, and he’d suck and bite my nipples, as we exchanged more of our naughty histories.  All the while my cat is trying to crawl under the covers and I try to discourage her because I don’t want her to get accidentally squished,  however,  she does not take well to being refused (of course she’s a Domme) and would have flipped us off if she could.

Then he had me on my back and gave me my vibe that I was to use on my clit as I told him what I fantasied about when I pleasured myself   (lately — being shoved up against a wall and fucked roughly from behind while being called slut and dirty whore).  He wrapped his hand around my throat, with occasional slaps to my face, and fucked me with my vibe, and then his cock, until we came.   Tears ran down my face because I have waited so…so long to feel…this type of pleasure.  Soon after he made a  valiant attempt at my rosebud but it refused to open so I am now to wear my butt plug on a regular basis to make it more accessible for his delicious cock.

We took a water break and talked about music and writing until he told me to get on all fours and he’d be right back.  When he returned he began swatting my ass with some implement which turned out to be my bamboo back scratcher which felt invigorating for the first minute but then I found myself trying to find ways to move so he wouldn’t hit the same spot – without him noticing and punishing me for being squirmy (pointless to confess this since He reads my blog and will know — wonder what he’ll do … or not do to me… next time?” hmmm).

And last, but certainly not least, I received another extensive  pounding from behind and a finale of a face and mouth full of his cum.  And then it was time for him to leave, he dressed, and I walked him to the door where he gently stroked my body and clit until I thought I’d jump through the ceiling, we said our good-byes.  Now I’m writing this in my big comfy chair (that I had hot sex in just a short time ago) with my laptop on one leg and my, now appeased, cat on the other.

Ain’t my duckie cute?

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Happy HNT friends!

xoxo

Emma

I had just put on my new black velvet “cat woman” blindfold and was kneeling in my entryway, nude and goose-pimply, waiting for Sir to arrive.  Finally, there was a knock at the door and I called out, “Come in Sir” hoping that it wasn’t actually the UPS guy.  It wasn’t.  He didn’t reply to my  “Hello, Sir” but I recognized the feel of his warm hand on my cheek, my lips had barely felt the soft velvet of his lips when he slapped me, shaking me out of my lovey-dovey reverie.

In a hoarse voice he ordered me to crawl to my bedroom.  I did as he swatted at my ass, thighs and back with his crop.  I got to my room and began to crawl up onto the bed until he gave me a much harder smack on my ass and I stopped.

“Did I tell you to get onto the bed, slut?”

“No, Sir.  Sorry Sir.”  He turned me around by my shoulder.  I heard him unbuttoning his jeans, and the cold metallic sound of a zipper being undone never failed to excite me.   He placed one large hand on the back of my head and used the other to shove his semi-hard cock into my warm, eager mouth.

My pussy was throbbing so hard I was sure he could hear it as his delicious cock grew in my mouth and he moved my head back and forth to his liking as I tugged gently on his balls and with my other hand playfully pressed my fingers on his tight hole.  It wasn’t too long until I could feel his groin tighten as he was about to come and he pulled out and came all over my face and hair as I kept my mouth open and he let me taste some of his salty elixir as he pulled my head back by my hair and beat his cock against my tongue.

“Get on the bed now.”

I did and silently he tied my wrists and ankles to the bed posts.  I followed him around the room with my now, acute sense of hearing, it sounded like he had zipped up his jeans again.  What was he doing?

I felt the crop land precisely on my freshly shaved mound.  Then he began softly, teasingly, stroking my nether lips and slit with the crop and pressing the soft leather tip against my swollen clit and dipping it just slightly into my wet cunt,  until I was begging him to fuck me.  He took the crop away from my pussy and I could feel him crawling up the bed over me until he was close enough to whisper in my ear, “What did you do wrong?”

“What?  I…I don’t know Sir.  Tell me please.”

“Yesterday.”

“Yesterday? I …let me think…I … God I don’t know Sir, please tell me and I won’t do it again.”

“You didn’t contact me yesterday like I told you to do.  You waited until this morning to say that I could come over, slut.  Do really expect me to be at your beck and call?  To be at your whim?”

“No Sir.  I just didn’t know how I’d be feeling today — I wasn’t sure…”

“You weren’t sure if you wanted to see me?” He spat into my ear.

“No, I mean, I want to be at my best for you, and I haven’t been feeling well lately.  I am sorry Sir.”

“When will you learn that everything is not all about you?”

“It won’t happen again Sir.”

“You’re right.  It won’t.”  He quickly released my arms and legs from the posts and left – his shoes clicking precisely on the hardwood floors, the door shutting with a defiant click.  I laid there, breathless, and confused, listening to the ticking of the clock.  Eventually I sat up and removed my blindfold covered in his cum, held it to my face, and waited in the growing darkness.

I had to show off my new red bra…I had to!

Happy HNT everyone!

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Sorry kids…back to the drawing board, i.e. AFF, or whatever other personal dating site I choose to try to find me a woman playmate!

Had a lovely, lovely, lunch with the fair Kate but that’s all it was.  I don’t think I missed any cues that I was too dense to pick up.  In fact she talked about her sister who writes sexy bodice rippers for a living and kind of rolled her eyes and said that they are, “interesting”.  And then when we got onto some local politics and we both were relieved and pleased that the gay/lesbian rights bill passed recently in Washington state she said, “not that I’m gay”.  But, like I said, it was a lovely lunch and she even paid for it (I think she felt sorry for me being unemployed…and I’m OK with that!) and again she invited me and my husband to come out and visit them on the island and stay over as they have plenty of room, but there was no nudge, nudge, wink, wink, say no more, in the invite.

I’ll definitely keep in touch – always good to make new friends – but I really don’t think I’m going to get any naughty blog posts out of it — although it is good fodder for fantasies…hmmm.

So, long story short, we’ll be more like these type of friends:

Than this type of friends:

Sigh. . . but it is OK…really.

Thirty minutes until my lunch date with Kate!  I’m so nervous I feel like a teenager (kind of like I felt when Confessor X first came over – although I didn’t have lovers coming over to my parents and driving me insane with ecstasy when I was a teenager – gosh darnit!).

From our short phone conversations I still have no clue if she’s just interested in meeting new people for platonic friendship … or friends with benefits…either way is fine with me actually.

I’ll let you know!

Cheers

Emma