Bras and Panties

I have a love/hate relationship with bras and panties. Because of my well endowed chest, bras rarely come in matching sets with panties. When they do, they are ugly. I have heard that the Playboy store has bras that are good for girls with larger chests, so I may look into that in the future, but I am happy with what I have in my drawers. Then, my only problem with panties is that I love Victoria's Secret panties. They are the most fabulous panties in the world. Comfy and cute. So really, the love/hate part comes in when things don't match. I actually love bras and panties. I hate the fact that I rarely find matching things.

*sighs*

So that's all...

Spank me harder.

My ex used to spank me all the time. He was not as strong as my Daddy, but he was strong. He would spank me over and over and over again until I was crying and begging him to stop. At which point he would usually finger me until I came, then had me sit [ouch!] on a wooden chair and blow him until he came. He got off not only on the stimulation that my mouth provided but the pain he knew I was feeling as I was doing it. Enough about that though... This happened quite often. I built up a tolerance to it. In the beginning I could take ten to twenty hits, and at the end of our relationship I was taking many many many more.

I miss that tolerance. It has been more than a little bit since I have been with him, so when Daddy and I were together, the spankings hurt like hell. I will admit, I felt like I let him down. I felt like such a disappointment. I wanted more, I really did, I want to be able to take more hits, harder hits. I felt myself squirming subconsciously. I felt myself trying to get away from the hits. When he started spanking me while I was going down on him, it hurt. I know, that doesn't make any sense, I like the pain. The pain turns me on, but I just felt like I was a wussy. I felt like such a disappointment. I wish that I could take more. I wanted more. In my head I could hear my brain pleading for more and more and MORE. However, my butt was screaming for it to stop... I want the pain. I feel like I am such a... failure almost. :( I really do want more though...

Kinky Friends

I was about to fall asleep last night when my phone vibrated, TEXT MESSAGE! I had already said goodnight to my Daddy, but we are in the middle of some important things so I thought perhaps it was him. It wasn't, it was Manhattan. For those of you who do not follow my other blog, Manhattan and I used to be best friends. She treated me poorly and walked all over me. I distanced myself from her and now we really don't talk... except about sex. Go figure... Usually I would not talk about sex, especially my sex life, with someone who I wasn't close with. It's not like you can go up to just anyone and say, my boyfriend choked me last night and it was WONDERFUL! However, out of the whole friendship that we had, something that I did realize is that I could trust her. So anyway, she texted me last night and asked if I had ever used a ball gag. The conversation spiraled into different things her boyfriend could spank her with and different things he could tie her up with.

I know it might sound silly, but I was so happy! *sing song voice* My friend is kinky... My friend is kinky... My friend is kinky... She may not realize it fully yet, and perhaps isn't at an experienced level, but then again, I'm not at an experienced level yet either. So, I just wanted to tell you. :D

What I Want.

Have you ever spent the entire day craving something? Today, I woke up and went about my day. Early in the morning my mind was drifting [how surprising...] towards naughty things. And everything that I was thinking of, ended in a facial. Every time, every scenario, every single naughty thought had a facial in it!!! They are hot, and the thought of them gets me off, but I also get off to other things too. Usually I am not so preoccupied with facials. I don't know what got into me.

However, I can get down on my knees soon enough and beg my Daddy to paint my face with all of his cum...

Stream of Consciousness.

I read about how one girl does a stream of consciousness blog a couple of times a week or so, I think it is an interesting idea. I am going to try it. I am going to write for ten solid minutes, no censor. The only thing I will correct is spelling mistakes. :) Starting... NOW!

I am wondering how this is actually going to turn out. I wonder if I will actually end up writing anything kinky that deserves to go in this blog or if it'll be all boring and if it should go in my other blog. I just wrote an interesting blog post there. You should go read it... I love reading. I wish I knew more kinky things to read though. There is a kinky book club on fetlife that I keep meaning to join. Daddy is a part of it. I know he was looking at this list that they posted there for summer kinky reading. I really should go check that out. I miss Daddy. Fuck, I miss him a lot. I know I will see him soon though. I need sex though. I am craving it. I feel like I am going through withdrawal. Masturbation is nice and everything, but it is not the same as sex. I mean, I get off, but it is just not as good. Which I guess is a good thing. You wouldn't want to be happier playing with yourself than you are having your partner to play with.

There are some birds outside my window and my cat is going NUTS. It is sort of cute. Not that he is irritated, he just is cute. I get sad when I think about leaving him. I know that sounds crazy, but it's true. He sleeps with me, follows me around, and is just the best kitty EVER.

Shoot, my wrists are starting to hurt. 6 minutes left. No biggie. I can do this. I am drawing a blank. I drew a penis the other day. It looked pretty good if you asked me. I wasn't even really trying, just doodling. My mind is constantly on sex. I am always thinking about it. I want him so badly. I love it when he bends me over and takes me from behind. Just how he is able to fuck me so brilliantly that way makes me cum sooo quickly. I love it. I love him. I am still surprised at this all sometimes. He came into my life in such an ordinary way. I am so beyond lucky. I can't believe of all the people on the wide web, we found each other. Against all odds. I could have never imagined how much I love him before. He is amazing. He makes me so happy. Gosh, I am all over the place, which is cool, that's what this is all about after all. Three more minutes... And to think I was going to do 15 minutes! I would have been in agony. Agony is a bit of a strong word there.

My Daddy is so strong. It is such a turn on. My ex was strong, but not that strong. Thinking about how much pain he could inflict on me just gives me soaked panties every time. He gets my girl cum flowing... He turns me on more than any other guy before him. I don't know how he does it. He knows exactly what to say/write/do. It's just WHO he is that turns me on.

Alright, that was 10 minutes. :) It was fun. It has sexual elements, so I'm going to leave it here.

Below Him.

One of the things I remember most strongly about Daddy's trip visit in May, was this one time he was asking me how I liked something. But that wasn't the important thing, the important thing was our positioning. He was sitting on the bed, and I was on the floor at his feet. It was so perfect. It felt so right. I loved being there, looking up at him. My heart felt as ease.

Last week I tried to do it often, I didn't get to as often as I liked, but it did happen. There is this certain peace about it. I don't really know how to explain how it feels, I just know that I love the way it feels. Being able to look up at his face was like the ultimate view. It was this calming effect on me.

Well, this is a short blog, I just wanted to tout off my adoration for being at my Daddy's feet...

Random Acts of Sex.

So, when I wrote about last week in the large blog post, I glossed over and plainly didn't mention certain sexual acts. Some of them I don't know if I want to talk about, because I want them to be mine. I know that sounds weird, but it's just how it is. However, the week was sex filled. Daddy and I talk about him "breaking me" a little. Well, he actually did. We fucked and fucked and fucked. It was quite fantastic. However, then Wednesday morning, we were having sex and something felt... wrong. It hurt like HELL. Not the good kind of pain either. I managed to cum through the pain two or three times when he was on top, but when I got on top to ride his cock, the pain was too much. I tried to hide my face, I wanted him to cum before I stopped, but he knew that something was wrong. See, my Daddy has the most marvelous cock in the whole wide world. As you would expect from the most marvelous cock, he is not only long, but thick too. [as thick as my wrist in fact...] Well, apparently when you fuck like crazy for two days, some ripping occurs. I can honestly say the pain that I felt as I was riding him was CRAZY!!!! He plucked me off of him and told me it was okay. To be honest, I felt awful about it, I wanted him to cum! I wanted to have SEX!!! It just was not happening because of the pain... :( it was awful. But we just didn't have intercourse for a day and it was all better [for the most part]. I was able to get down on my knees like a good little whore.


Another random sex act- There was a chair and ottoman in our hotel room. Comfy enough and everything. Well one day I got to get down on my knees in between his legs. I love giving him head. His cock is perfect and I really love feeling him in my mouth. There is something about having his cock in my mouth, sucking and pushing my head down further to take him all the way into my mouth. It's a treat everytime. I'm not talking about the treat that shoots from it, but it is great everytime I hear him moan and call me his dirty little cocksucker. It's this... contentment that I get everytime that put him in my mouth. Sounds weird, but I love it. Well, back to the chair. After showing my Daddy's cock the proper lovin' that it deserves I got a very special treat. Daddy rubbed his cock on my face while it exploded there, leaving his delicious cum coating my face. It was.... amazing. I love being his dirty little whore. I loved being marked by him...

Well, that is enough for now. I want to keep the rest of them for me for the moment.

My First Play Party

Last Friday night I went to my first play party. I have been talking to one girl on an adult fetish social networking site and she is one cool chick. Since Daddy was in town last week we decided we would meet up with her and her boyfriend. After messaging back and forth a few times, she invited to a play party that they were attending. I was nervous, but having my Daddy there made it better. So we said we would be there!


I'm usually not a typical girly girl in matters such as clothing. I usually throw something comfortable on and go, but this was a different story. I was worried that I wouldn't have the right dress. Although I had a retro-ish dress that is black with some three large white circles on the bottom that I wore. I ended up actually getting complimented on it a couple of times! But anyways...

We walked in and saw the girl and her boyfriend standing near the door. I have seen pictures of her, but she has never seen my face, so I introduced myself right away. I was a bit nervous, so my hand didn't leave my Daddy's for a moment. We mingled with the people at the party, people kept coming and coming it seemed like. The playing started about a hour or so into the party. The girl who I was chatting with online hopped on top of a cage and got fisted and sucked her boyfriend off. It was quite a show. I know I enjoyed myself. Not only am I an exhibitionist, but I am totally a voyeur too. Better than that though was watching her get spanked on the St. Andrew's Cross. I just love watching people get spanked... and getting spanked. Hearing her cries and the loud SMACKs was such a turn on.

Once that was finished I was overly horny. I pulled down my Daddy's pants and put him into my mouth. I went at him with a hunger, craving his cock. A vaguely knew that people were watching, but at that point, I didn't even care. I just needed him in my mouth. Then we both got to the point where we wanted to be fucking, so he walked around the couch [I was kneeling on the couch and he was behind it standing]. In the time that he walked around, someone complimented how my Daddy "has an amazing cock". :D He really does. Imagine the perfect cock, that's my Daddy's cock!!! I'm so damn lucky. He sat back down and I went at him again with my mouth, deep throating him and using my expertise. Then someone else commented that I looked like a "phenomenal" cocksucker. :D That's right... PHENOMENAL! :D I just love giving head... Then neither of us could take it anymore, Daddy pushed my face down into the leather couch and pushed my dress up my hips and shoved his thick cock into me. By this point I took a quick moment and noticed that we had a crowd. He didn't allow me to look around for too long though, pushing me down and fucking me from behind. [which is seriously one of my FAVORITE positions] I came so hard. It was... unbelievable.

I cleaned up after ourselves and then mingled some more. It was so nice to meet people who are into the same things that I am into. Some are more advanced, some are less, but we all are accepting. I think that is what I like about the people who I have met, there is no real judgement. I don't like knives, you do? Awesome! Tell me about it! I love that everyone is so open. I don't need to hide myself. I am an extremely open person, so the non-judgement thing is VERY important to me.

That was the play party. AMAZING!!!

Serving Daddy

One of my favorite aspects of my week with my Daddy was taking care of him. The little things like getting him orange juice or cleaning up after we ate, filled me with such contentment. I love being able to do things for him, take care of him. I am a firm believer in the 1950s household ways. I think that a woman should take care of her man. Cooking and cleaning is what a woman should do. Don't get me wrong, there are certain things a man can/should do, mowing the lawn, BBQ'ing, and the manly such things. I have tried to explain this to a few people around my age, but they think I'm twisted and backwards. I don't force it on others, but it is what I've seen work. Not to mention, it FEELS GOOD to do.

I got to play house a little with my Daddy this past week and each time that I was able to do the womanly thing, I LOVED it. It feels right. A warm little bubble goes up in my chest, knowing that I am doing it for him, caring for him, making sure that he is taken care of. I love it... *small happy sigh* I just want to do it more, on a larger scale. I want to write more about how fantastic it makes me feel, but it one of those things that I think you either understand, or you don't.

Last Week

Alright, there is so much to post, but I want to do it in some order... I am just going to go day by day. Sadly, I know I will miss things in here, but I just couldn't find the time to post. I remember all the little things, but if I wrote down all of them, it would be a horrendously long blog post.

Tuesday- Tuesday was a fun day. Daddy and I went downtown and had a blast. We saw Transformers 2 and I loved being there with him. Granted, I do wish that we had been the only people in the theater [or that the back row was empty] but that was not the case. However, something so simple, was so great, just because it was with him.

Although I do think this is sort of funny, before we went into our theater a lady stopped us because she was doing a survey. Daddy and I were holding hands and I was huddled pretty close. The lady is reading off all of her questions, "when did you decide to see this movie", "did you read any reviews about the movie", etc. Well, then she says "And..." and points to the sheet of paper. He then answers, "She's my girlfriend". I think it's funny because she was reading ALL of the questions, then decided to point to that particular one. I know that our age difference [16 years] is not the "norm" for girls my age, but I know what I like. I love the public displays of affection too [we are tasteful about it though], so I know that people look. One lady [on a different day] was shooting me the evil eye on the train because I kissed him. *shrugs* oh well... :D

Oh, then, on with Tuesday...

After the movies we went to the hotel that we stayed at a couple of months ago. We rode the elevator up to the top floor, then found the stairwell. We walked up the stairs, crossing our fingers until we reached the door to the roof... AND IT WAS STILL OPEN!!! The last time we were there, we noticed it was open, but never got a chance to do anything up there. So this time we snuck out there and I got on my knees. It was around 6 downtown, there were high rise buildings surrounding us. It was so hot having him in my mouth and knowing that hundreds of people could see us if they knew to look. He then asked if I wanted him to fuck me. I was into the task at hand [or should I say mouth... (cheesy I know...)] so I was shocked when he asked, but happily said YES PLEASE!!! So I bent over and he fucked me from behind until both of us came. Mmm, it was a fantastic time!

Wednesday-

Wednesday we had planned to go watch some fireworks downtown. We went downtown in the early afternoon and walked [and walked... and walked... and walked... :P] around. We saw an apartment building that had apartments for rent and went inside to check it out. I loved the apartments, but really, I think I am just in love with the thought of him being up here full time. You could show me a 120 sq foot box for 12,908,429,700 dollars in rent a month and I would love it. Okay... maybe not that expensive... Still, you get the gist. The thing I love most, that really was proven this week, is that we are compatible on more than just a sexual level. I know that sounds silly, but it's true. We get along just great in the forms that we get along in, but I was a tad nervous about in real time... if that makes any sense at all... We totally do though. He knows how to make me smile, laugh, feel good, all that good stuff.

So then, we watched fireworks and came back to our hotel room. I collapsed. I am such a weenie when it comes to bed times. I fall asleep sooooo quickly. Then again, I was sleeping next to a hunky naked man who kept me in his arms, of course I fell asleep.

Thursday- Thursday we walked some more... lol, I just want to say, I am great with walking, absolutely fine with it! Although, I brought the wrong shoes to do any amount of walking exceeding a quarter mile. Here's the thing, I smiled the whole time we were together! He was great. We went to an aquarium and had an amazing time. I was a total little kid about it. I love that kind of stuff though, museums and aquariums. Not to mention, I was with someone who I love, what is better than that?

After the aquarium we went to an Irish restaurant, which was really really good. I tried mussels [they were mussels right?????] for the first time, and yummy! I just liked being with him. Sitting next to him and talking, being there, it felt right.

After that we went to a local attraction that is a HUUUUGE Ferris wheel. It goes really slowly and you have a view of the city. So, Daddy and I decided to take a ride. Of course on our ride things manage to get a bit out of hand [and into mouth ;)]. I love having him in my mouth. Sucking his cock is honestly one of my favorite things to do. Although the Ferris wheel did end... :( but then we walked down to see more attractions, ended up taking a sightseeing boat ride, and had fun there too [not of the naughty sort though]. That's what I love though, we can have our naughty fun, but have other fun too. It's not all about sex and naughtiness. He is so caring, the small kisses and holding hands, that makes my heart melt. He makes it so easy to love him.


We then took a bus to a different area of downtown and went to a munch. I was super nervous. I didn't know what to expect. However, having him there was what made it all doable. I had a lot of fun, met some really great people, and can't wait to go back. It was really nice to meet people in my area and to meet people who I could talk about things with. I am going to try and make it back there at least once in the next two weeks.


Friday- Friday was amazing. I was told by a friend that I had been talking to online for a while [and trying to arrange a meeting with her and her SO] that there was a play party on Friday and that if we could make it, we should come. Daddy and I talked about it, and figured that we had nothing else planned, why not? Once again, I was soooooo nervous. I think this time more than Thursday night. I didn't know what was going to go on. I had never been to a play party. I'd like to think I didn't let my nerves show as much, but knowing me, I was probably shaking from how anxious I was.


Before I get into the play party though, he and I took a nap [yummy... naps...] together. It was a long one, but a glorious one. I just love sleeping next to him. I can say that it is one of those things that I got used to and am missing terribly.


After the play party, Daddy was hungry and the only place around the train station was a McDonald's. Also considering the time, it was probably one of the few things that would have been open besides bars. So we went in, and I got a happy meal. Which is what I usually get there, but this time I was excited because the toy that comes with it was Beenie Babies. I was holding off on buying anything this whole time, because my mom thought I was on vacation with some girlfriends, not having a wild crazy sex week with my Daddy... BUT, a beenie baby wouldn't give away location! So I got the happy meal and inside was a ladybug. It sounds silly, but I love it. I named it immediately. :D I'm a total girl about that apparently, but I really don't care...


Saturday- we slept in, which is understandable from the early morning hour that we got to bed at. I was a little sad Saturday because I was thinking, this is my last full day with him, or I only have "x" hours left. But then I realized, I can't think like that, because it is taking the fun out of the moment. He and I had a mellow day on Saturday. We went into a new part of downtown and walked around a bit, went into a pet shop and looked around at all the dogs and cats. I am such a sucker for animals. Oh, then Daddy bought a pipe! Like, Sherlock Holmes-esque pipe. I actually really liked it. It doesn't smell bad [although later when we were in the hotel room and he used it, it gave me a small headache, but I think it was the small space that we were confined to.] and it looks neat.

Sunday- Sunday was a hard day for me. Daddy and I had a couple of great sex sessions. So, I have always maintained, that receiving oral is not that great for me. I LOVE giving oral, but a guy going down on me never really had much appeal. Well... DAYUM. He is... amazing... spectacular... phenomenal... Even thinking about his tongue now... *wet panties* Then he got on top of me, fucked me until both of us came and collapsed into a heavy breathing mass. We both needed more of each other though, so he got behind me and fucked me raw. It was the best thing ever. I love him fucking me from behind. He can spank me, pull my hair, choke me, and make me cum so quickly. The positioning of where his cock hits inside of me is just... amazing. We both finished again and laid there. I didn't want to move. I definitely did not want to pack up the room. But it needed to be done. We packed up and left the hotel. Of course, me being the girl that I am, I cried. I did not want him to go. I wanted him to stay. It was really selfish, but I love him... I knew I wanted to be strong, but my tear ducts were not cooperating with me. The extra time at the airport was good, because I was able to be let down a little before complete separation. Although when I went to get inside Platinum's car, I started really crying. The last thing I wanted to do was see him go. I wanted him to STAY! I am lucky with him though, he came back, gave me a hug, and comforted me.

Now, he is gone. I'm at home. I miss him like crazy. Falling asleep last night was brutal. I started crying. All I wanted was to be in his arms. I got spoiled... Sleeping next to him. Getting woken up by having my legs spread open or having him push me down to service him, I miss that. I got my "good morning beautiful" wake up call though, which helped. Then first thing today I went out and bought a webcam. So it's a little better, he can see me on top of me being able to see him.

I am going to write three more blogs today, one about random sex acts that happened, the one about the party, then the other about one of my favorite aspects of the trip.