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The Mother of All Cure-Alls

So who wouldn’t want to hear that sex will make ALL of their troubles just disappear? WELL step right up folks because I found something that will knock your socks off. (seriously take your socks off right now) 20130723-111453.jpgThat’s right, I am here to tell you how with just one orgasm, let me repeat that JUST ONE ORGASM you could be saving a life! Now I highly recommend taking many MANY doses of this wonderful cure-all in order to make it more effective and longer-lasting. I can not stress enough how important this treatment could benefit your life. Listed below are just 25 ailments that can be alleviated and cured by simply getting it on. Have fun with it.
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25 Ailments That Can Be Cured By Having Sex

Depression: Without the help of researchers, just about anyone can agree that sex will make you feel good about yourself and better about your relationship. But one researcher has said there’s a scientific explanation that goes a bit farther. Professor Gordon Gallop says that there’s an unknown chemical in semen that has an antidepressant effect on women. (I’m on board for this. Now to find a doctor and ask which method of injection is most effective. I know which one I prefer. Which one is your favorite?)

Pregnancy: Sex is both the cause and the cure for pregnancy. Women who are ready to induce labor often have sex to speed up the process, and research backs up this method. Semen contains prostaglandins, which help the cervix prepare to open, and orgasms produce oxytocin, which will help cause contractions. (I can’t tell you how many women I have told this to. I mean sure you feel huge and hot and uncomfortable, so tell your guy to get off, get on your hands and knees and let him give it to your good…hehe)

Headaches: Although sex can sometimes bring on a headache, it can cure them too. The tension release your body experiences during and after sex can ease restricted blood vessels in the brain. (So much for that excuse ladies! haha)

Menstrual cramps: Sex acts as an analgetic to relieve menstrual pain, primarily because of the relaxation and endorphins sex brings. (I wonder how many guys would be on board with this. Sounds like an opportunity for a poll.)

Arthritis: In his book, “How to Treat Arthritis with Sex and Alcohol,” rheumatologist Carter V. Multz asserts that sex, as well as alcohol and other complementary treatments, can reduce pain, swelling, and inflammation associated with arthritis. (Yeah…I want to be having sex till I simply can’t anymore so …good to know.)

Common cold: Manfred Schedlovski, a Swiss researcher from Zurich, asserts that sex has a positive effect on phagocytes, which are a part of the immune system that goes after alien bodies, like cold germs, and kills them. Phagocytes are increased signficantly during sex, and will often double after orgasm. (Who wants to have sex when they are sick? Raise your hand.)

Stress: Orgasms offer a great way to relax, and even nonorgasmic sex offers some relief. Dr. Joshua Golden asserts sex’s relaxation properties, as well as emotional benefits. (That explosion goes so much farther than to just release fluids!)

Tooth decay: Kissing, as well as oral sex, encourages saliva production. This increase in saliva helps to wash food particles from your teeth, prevents plaque build-up, and helps lower decay-causing acid. Additionaly, seminal plasma has been shown to help prevent tooth decay. (I bet a man was eager to make these scientific findings public…”HONEY, you’ll never guess what I just found out!!!” haha)

Erectile dysfunction: By exercising your Kegel muscles with frequent sex and delaying ejaculation, men can help strengthen muscles enough to help with minor erection problems. (nice)

High blood pressure: Semen has been found to lower blood pressure in women. Specifically, swallowing semen can help ward off preeclampsia, which is a dangerously high blood pressure that sometimes occurs during pregnancy. (Again with the oral…where can you go wrong?)

Insomnia: Many people find that the relaxation they experience after sex helps them go to sleep. (HAHA …like we didn’t already know this?)

Prostate cancer: Men who ejaculate more frequently have been found to be at a lower risk of developing prostate cancer. (Prostatitis is also benefited from sex because frequent ejaculation flushes the prostate according to http://healthyliving.msn.com/health-wellness/men/sex/is-sex-good-for-you-1)

Hangovers: Sex may not save your liver, but it will help you shake off a funk. Having sex will help boost your endorphins and oxytocins, which stimulate muscle contraction and help you avoid aggressiveness. (And who isn’t in a funk with a hangover but be sure to hydrate before your work out. A big glass of water will give you more stamina and refresh your energy for a round of loving)

Toxic system: Sex gets your blood pumping faster, which helps to rid the body of waste. (So put AWAY those teas and green drinks and get busy.)

Heart disease: Studies have shown that if men have sex twice a week or more, they tend to have a lower risk of heart attack. For women, increased levels of estrogen caused by sex help to protect against heart disease. (“Oh honey…think of your heart.” “I AM!!!”)

Stubborn wounds: Studies have found that oxytocin, which is released during sex, can help wounds heal faster. (Not just a laying on of hands…)

Low energy: Sex increases energy through exercise and emotional well-being.
Minor cognitive problems: Whenever you become sexually excited or have an orgasm, the hormone DHEA is released. DHEA has been found to improve cognition. (This seems like mixed signals but I’ll just go with it)

Skin irritations: The sweat released during sex will cleanse your pores, helping to relieve rashes, blemishes, and other skin problems. (So get OUT of the sauna and and into bed!)

Pain: Orgasm releases endorphins, which will alleviate pain for just about everything. (Just think…how many times a day can you help yourself to this pain relief?…hmmm)

Obesity: Although few doctors are likely to prescribe a sex diet, the fact is that sex is a form of exercise. Performing the act of sex requires physical activity that will burn calories and strengthen your heart. It’s an especially great exercise for those who have little motivation to get to the gym. (I’m game)

Incontinence: Every time you have sex, you’re exercising your Kegel muscles, which are the same ones you use to stem the flow of urine. (And ladies…had a few kids??? Yup…this works.)

Weak bones and muscles: Sex brings on a boost of testosterone, which helps to make your bones and muscles strong. (“Oh…I just don’t feel very strong honey. Could you get on top?”)

Semen allergy: Unfortunately, some women are allergic to their partner’s semen. However, along with other treatments, frequent sex has been found to work as an effective desensitization therapy for this allergy. (So over exposure? Wish that would work for my Lactose Intolerance!)

Death: That’s right, sex can help ward off death for men. Professor Stuart Brody reports that men who orgasm twice a week are half as likely to die as those who only orgasm once a month. (“I am trying to save your LIFE! Now get over here a FUCK ME!”)

Read the Full Article: http://www.100bestdatingsites.com/blog/2008/25-ailments-that-can-be-cured-by-having-sex/
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So ladies and gentleman…MAKE TIME and GET HEALTHY!!!

BDSM: A Healthy Amount of Control

As much as believing that the fun of kink is unusual, it is actually more practical and understandable that these individuals, who have a firm grasp of their sexual preferences, would have a more healthy psychological base. I recently stumbled upon an article in my surfing that states this exact fact with the resoundingly positive marks in favor of the BDSM lifestyle. I didn’t have the heart to cut one word from this document but was sure to sprinkle my opinion throughout (as per usual) in bold parenthesis.

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Bondage Benefits: BDSM Practitioners Healthier Than ‘Vanilla’ People
by Stephanie Pappas, LiveScience

Despite the fact that their sexual preferences are listed in the fifth edition of the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders as potentially problematic, people who play with whips and chains in the bedroom may actually be more psychologically healthy than those who don’t.

A new study finds that practitioners of bondage, discipline, sadism and masochism, or BDSM, score better on a variety of personality and psychological measures than “vanilla” people who don’t engage in unusual sex acts. BDSM is a sexual practice that revolves around those four fetishes.

BDSM is listed in the DSM-5, the newest edition of the definitive psychiatrist’s manual, as a paraphilia, or unusual sexual fixation — a label that has caused controversy between kinky communities and psychiatrists, who themselves are mixed on whether sexual predilections belong in the catalog of mental disorders. As written, the DSM-5 does not label BDSM a disorder unless it causes harm to the practitioner or to others. (One would only hope…I mean a healthy dose of kink is HARDLY a Mental Disorder!)

Kinky controversy

Nevertheless, some psychiatrists see the inclusion of BDSM and other kinks in the manual as stigmatizing, particularly because studies have failed to show evidence that enjoying sex with a side of pain is linked to psychological problems. The new study, published May 16 in the Journal of Sexual Medicine, finds that, in fact, BDSM practitioners may be better off psychologically than the general public. (And I can only believe that this is due to the honesty they share about their preferences instead of feeling the obligation to hide their needs, instead they have to work even harder to find a partner with similar predilections. Trust is a major factor for BOTH partners in a Dom/sub relationship.)

BDSM practitioners “either did not differ from the general population and if they differed, they always differed in the more favorable direction,” said study researcher Andreas Wismeijer, a psychologist at Nyenrode Business University in the Netherlands who conducted the research while at Tilburg University.

Wismeijer did not set out to study the psychological health of BDSM aficionados. His research typically focuses on the psychology of secrets and secrecy. A chance meeting with the founder of the Netherlands’ largest BDSM Web forum convinced him the group might make an interesting study population to look at how secrets are kept and who keeps them.

Wismeijer and his colleagues put out a request on the forum for people in the BDSM “scene” to take a variety of psychological questionnaires online. They also sought participants who didn’t do BDSM via a women’s magazine website, a personal secret website and a university website.

Healthy fixation?

None of the participants knew what the surveys were about, other than they were on “human behavior.” All told, 902 BDSM practitioners and 434 vanilla (non-BDSM) participants filled out questionnaires on personality, sensitivity to rejection, style of attachment in relationships and well-being.

The researchers chose these baseline measures because previous research on those in the BDSM community has focused on dire outcomes — whether they’re more likely to have mental disorders or report rape and abuse compared with the general public. (They aren’t, studies have found.)

The new results reveal that on a basic level, BDSM practitioners don’t appear to be more troubled than the general population. They were more extroverted, more open to new experiences and more conscientious than vanilla participants; they were also less neurotic, a personality trait marked by anxiety. BDSM aficionados also scored lower than the general public on rejection sensitivity, a measure of how paranoid people are about others disliking them.

People in the BDSM scene reported higher levels of well-being in the past two weeks than people outside it, and they reported more secure feelings of attachment in their relationships, the researchers found.

Of the BDSM practitioners, 33 percent of the men reported being submissive, 48 percent dominant and 18 percent “switch,” or willing to switch between submissive and dominant roles in bed. About 75 percent of the female BDSM respondents were submissive, 8 percent dominant and 16 percent switch.

These roles showed some links to psychological health, such that dominants tended to score highest in all quarters, submissives lowest and switches in the middle. However, submissives never scored lower than vanilla participants on mental health, and frequently scored higher, Wismeijer told LiveScience. (Good news to hear…I’d say!)

“Within the BDSM community, [submissives] were always perceived as the most vulnerable, but still, there was not one finding in which the submissives scored less favorable than the controls,” he said.

Sexual health

The study is somewhat limited by a self-selecting response pool and by the fact that BDSM practitioners could have been answering in ways to make themselves look better and avoid stigma, Wismeijer said — though the fact that the participants didn’t know the reasons for the study ameliorates that concern somewhat. The findings are reason for mental health professionals to take an accepting approach to BDSM practitioners, Wismeijer said.

“We did not have any findings suggesting that people who practice BDSM have a damaged psychological profile or have some sort of psychopathology or personality disorder,” he said.

Wismeijer isn’t exactly sure why BDSM practitioners might be psychologically healthier than the general public. They tend to be more aware of their sexual needs and desires than vanilla people, he said, which could translate to less frustration in bed and in relationships. Coming to terms with their unusual sexual predilections and choosing to live the BDSM lifestyle may also take hard psychological work that translates to positive mental health, he said. (This really need to stop being called “unusual” grrr. Just because people who prefer Vanilla sex are typically more sexually repressed shouldn’t mean that this is OK to label others as odd.)

One study alone shouldn’t determine whether a condition is placed in the DSM or not, Wismeijer said, but added that combined with other research, the new findings suggest BDSM is better seen as a lifestyle choice, if a slightly strange one.

“I’m not so convinced that BDSM should be placed within the DSM-5,” he said.

Read the Full Article: http://www.livescience.com/34832-bdsm-healthy-psychology.html
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All in all, I felt a sense of validation confirming that my kink requests in no way label me as unstable or even weak as a self-identified submissive. The fact that I am not a participant in this lifestyle in no way diminishes my predilection for this practice, but I know now that the fact that I am open about my preferences makes me more in control of my mental health.

A Bit about Boobs

So two tits walk into a bar…but seriously…no really…does anyone know how to finish that with out staring and going speechless? hehe Unless of course you are from the UK and a person who is a tit means they are an ass. HAHA (and why IS being a tit bad exactly?)

OK so I recently read an article about breasts and was surprised to actually learn something new! So I dug a bit deeper and found more than I could have ever dreamed. Some of the facts seem arbitrary but if you learn something new then HEY how can I go wrong by bringing it to your attention?
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1) The average breast weighs 1.1 lbs and contains 4-5% of the body’s fat. (hmmm I am thinking mine are a bit more at DDD but who’s complaining. NOT ME!)

2) The breasts swell up and get erect when aroused–just like the penis! (Kinda hot if you ask me)

3) When erect, the average nipple is slightly taller than 5 stacked quarters. (As nipple size goes not really sure about this fact. However, it does say “average” …so if I think mine are a bit smaller I won’t sweat it but testing will need to be conducted to find out…hehe)

4) The average breast size in America is currently a 36C, although 15 years ago it was a 34B. (Again this is just an average but as the proud owner of DDD cups, it is one of the best things to be above average in…if I do say so myself. As to why the average has increased I could only guess it is a combination of hormones in cow milk, genetics and breast augmentation. Feel free to argue you point as to why though.)

5) In 2008, there were more than 300,000 breast enhancement surgeries performed in the U.S. (To each her own and it SHOULD be HER decision but it is not for me…now talk to me about a tummy tuck later and I would take it under consideration.) Sadly, a 15-year long study found that there is a 73 percent higher rate of suicide in women who get breast implants. This probably isn’t because of the surgery itself, but is most likely because women who get implants are probably already very unhappy with themselves. Poor self-esteem can lead to severe depression. (So perking up isn’t always an option for some women. Taking care of the whole package is the real challenge.)

6) During the same year, there were nearly 18,000 breast reductions performed … ON MEN. (ummm…*speechless)

7) In the early days of surgical breast augmentation, surgeons used implants made from a number of peculiar ingredients–including ox cartilage, glass balls, polyester and ground rubber–with disastrous results. (GLASS??? As a person who sleeps on her stomach typically that is a resounding NO!!!)

8) Did you know that there is a size 38KKK bra? It’s worn by the woman with the world’s largest implants. And there is a woman with the worlds largest natural breasts wearing 102ZZZ. Check her out! http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-2172590/Woman-worlds-largest-natural-breasts-claims-102ZZZ-cup-assets-require-security.html

9) It’s legal for women to walk around showing off their breasts in Hawaii, Texas, Ohio, New York and Maine–though they can still be picked up on public nuisance laws. (Although I couldn’t do it personally, I should be allowed and have the option!)

10) Breast milk tastes sweeter than cow’s milk. (IT IS…much sweeter! Yes I have tasted my own…It is right there why wouldn’t I? Figure if it is good for the baby I want to know why they are latched on so much…haha. I also recently learned that it is also a fetish for some people called ANR [Adult Nursing Relationship] or Erotic Nursing. There was so much info that I might just have to write a whole article JUST on that topic!)

11) Smokers will have saggier boobs than non-smokers, because the chemicals in cigarettes break down the body’s elastin. (Glad I quit! Had I known I may have quit sooner I love mine and would hate for this to happen to them.)

12) Breasts are the first things a dude looks at. Studies show that breasts are the first thing a man looks at when he looks at a woman and they are also the things men look at the longest. But I guess it’s a positive for them, since studies also show that when guys look at boobies, they get happier. (And who doesn’t need more joy in their life?)

13) The majority of women have uneven breasts, and the difference can be up to 20 percent. So uneven boobs are really no big deal! For the majority of women, the left breast is the one that is bigger. But that doesn’t mean it’s always that way! (Yup, but as for me, my left is smaller and my right is a bit bigger. Not by much but enough. So technically, does that make my larger breast YOUR left? Oh who cares they are Fabulous.)

14) Breasts are slow growers. Boobs can keep growing for up to four years after a girl gets her first period, maybe even longer. In fact, researchers have found that breasts are the slowest growing organ in our bodies. (Now THIS I did not know!)

15) Our boobs can make it hard for guys to concentrate. Research shows that men had a hard time on cognitive tests after looking at images of large breasts. This is probably because they got turned on and distracted. (Yeah like I never knew this…did they REALLY have to do research to figure this out? Oh…of course they did…it’s FOR SCIENCE!)

16) Both men and women can have extra nipples. 1 in 18 men and 1 in 50 women have an extra nipple or two. It’s a condition called Polythelia and it’s nothing to be concerned about. In fact, sometimes they don’t even look like nipples, they just look like moles! (I don’t think I have one but I might have to go exploring.)

17) We can orgasm from our boobs alone. Apparently, some women don’t need to be touched down there in order to achieve orgasm. One study has found that about 1 percent of women can orgasm just from having their breasts stimulated. (I think I may have mentioned this fact before but it deserves repeating!)

I found all of this info in the 2 articles listed below.
Read the full Article: 11 Fun Facts About Breasts
Read the Full Article: 15 Crazy Interesting Facts About Your Breasts
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Hope this has shed some NEW light on the topic of tits. Have fun with that.
Z

Fantasy Friday: Fore! more

Continued from the original story Fore!

I woke up early the next morning after a fitful night’s sleep. His voice in my head was on auto-play and my buzzing anxiety was having me debate the need for coffee. My only concession was that I lost a lot of sleep and there was no way I was making it to my desk without it. Detouring for the new Coffee Bar set up in the Banquet room, I blindly stepped up grabbed the biggest cup on the table and started emptying the boldest brew into my cup leaving plenty of room for sugar and cream. I vaguely heard the scraping of a chair nearby. My slow thoughts registered a body at my back. In my ear I heard “You look like you didn’t get much rest last night. Something on your mind?” I turned to find him looking not only well rested but invigorated. It was really unnerving in my current state of exhaustion. Julie burst into the room in a flurry, spotted my grimace and while politely smiling up at him grabbed my arm and yanked me from the room without a word.

“What the fuck was that for?” I barked. “I am saving you from yourself. I saw you on the security system.” she said with a look that clearly brooked no arguement. “You are a menace in the morning and I can’t believe you went in there.” “What? I setup a Gourmet Coffee Bar and I’m NOT going to use it???” I defended. “See! You’re not even being reasonable.” she came back. “Do you want to fuck this up or do you want to get fucked?” I bowed my head. We both knew the answer and we both knew I owed her a Thank You but I still hadn’t had my coffee so that would have to come later. “Now, do what you do best in the morning and piss off the vendors with your bad mood, they have been slacking.” and with that she left me to my office and my coffee to wake up like a normal person.

By half past eleven I was finally feeling normal. Looking back at my morning confrontation I saw how prudent it was of Julie to step in. Anything that was going to come out of my mouth was going to be purely snark. I was now indebted to the woman for not just this lifetime but we were now working on reincarnation worthy obligations. Peering at my now empty coffee cup I tried to decide my next move. More coffee first. Knowing the golfers would be out on the course I marched more confidently back to the Coffee Bar. The buffet was fully stocked as I instructed and everything looked fresh and ready. With my cup poised beneath the carafe, I let the aroma of my filling cup drench me in a cloud of caffeine. As I turned to retreat to my office, I ran into a rather large very drunk man who upended my entire piping hot coffee all over the front of my blouse as I screamed in pain.

Suddenly he was there. With tears streaming down my face, he picked me up and walked me over to the pool and simply walked in, clothes and all. Muttering to himself about fucking up Chuck and a whole string of threats, sprinkled liberally with swear words I wasn’t familiar with, as he hand poured the cold pool water over my scorched skin. I registered first that I was now not only in his lap but also in a completely transparent white shirt. His free hand began unbuttoning my top. I began swatting his hand away and trying to extricate myself from his lap only to have him grab my wrists again. “Stop. Please.” he said gently. My chest was sore and I looked up at him with my brow furrowed and new tears pricking at my eyes. “No.” he whispered as he put his mouth to my swollen lips. His lips were soft. A whole different kiss from the demanding passion filled assault from the day before. My eyes let slip the tears I had held as I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and kissed him back.

“Better?” he asked softly. “A bit” feeling the effects of the scald move into the background as my body gave itself over to other more pressing sensations. “How are you even here?” I asked. “Well the ‘beer girls’ you arranged to serve us out on the course was a very thoughtful gesture for the group. Everything was going well until the 10th hole. That is when Chuck got handsy.” I gasped and then burst out laughing. My nerves having been wound so tight just needed and outlet and my laughter was a considerable improvement to crying. “Found that funny did you? Well it got both of us kicked off the Golf course the rest of the day.” he said as I giggled uncontrollably “and now he managed to scald the one person making this trip interesting.” “I’ll be OK” I tried. “I have just the thing for that burn.” he continued “Come on.” And with that, we were climbing out of the pool and heading for his cottage.

Once back in his cottage he headed for the powder room and came back out with a toiletry case. “I burn easily so I packed my top remedies. Depending on how severe will determine which one I use. Now take off your shirt and let me see how bad it is.” I just stared back at him like he was nuts. “What? It’s not like I can’t ALREADY see everything.” and remembering that I unbuttoned my blouse and removed it. He leaned in gently pressing the skin watching it transform from bright red to white then back. “Good…no blisters. That means you have two choices. I have Aloe with Lidocaine or we could just dry it and leave it alone.” “Aloe please.” I extended my hand for the bottle and he just looked at me with that smirk on his face, took out the bottle and squeezed a healthy portion into his palm. I narrowed my eyes and said “What are you doing?” “This” as he smoothed his hand over my reddened skin above my breasts. “Now, how far down does it go?” I looked down at my bra then back up at him. “Um…” “Off with it.” he said reaching around and unhooking it without a thought. My bra fell away to reveal more pink skin but not nearly as red. His hands were careful but he still took bold moves as he continued to spread the Aloe. I tried to be aloof as his hands caressed my now very sensitive flesh with the cooling gel that slowly turned to a tingle. His touch was like a drug and when he stopped I almost pouted. His chuckle told me I was unsuccessful.

“Let me go wash this off” and he left the room. I was left standing in the middle of the room awkwardly topless and turned on…again. I wanted to grab my bra and top and bolt for the door but knew I’d never make it. Besides, it was no way to treat someone who just tried to help me. I spied a napkin at the table and tried a casual stroll for the chance at coverage. “Hungry?” I heard over my shoulder. I froze and said “No.” “Then what are you doing?” I heard directly next to my ear and sent shivers down my spine. “I…I felt….exposed…so I wanted ….” He began running his teeth and lips over the skin down my throat and shoulder hindering intelligent thought. My words trailed off as I tilted my head to the side and succumbed to the delicious sensation. His hands came around my waist pulling me back against his body. “Can’t have you leaving without a more thorough inspection. I would hate to have missed a spot.” I gasped as he grabbed the waist of my skirt and panties and they fell to the floor. “Tell me if there are any other tender areas” he rumbled as his one hand skimmed down my stomach while the other skated up to my nipples to tease and pinch.

The air rushed into my lungs as his fingers dove between my folds. The growl in my ear accompanied his thorough search of my sensitive flesh pulling me back into his hips as he moved and rubbed. “I had no idea you’d be fully waxed before. Now I am going to have to make you cum because I need to fuck that bare little pussy” he said all the while stroking and and stirring the building climax. At the sound of my moan he maneuvered me to the bed, turned me around, set me on the edge and laid me down. The light dancing off of the ceiling was replaced by the darkness of my lids dropping as I absorbed the sensations of everything happening. His mouth never left my body as he kissed and licked his way from my lips to my thighs. My legs fell open in invitation to the next act about to take place.

At first I only felt his fingers lightly spread the moisture I was actively producing. The light touch over my sensitive bud caused a familiar tingle to jump down my nerves and numb my toes, signaling my building orgasm. I tried to resist, to draw out my climax out of defiance but his ministrations were persistant and skilled. My hips were helpless to buck over his mouth for the second time in 24 hours. Even my conscience had nothing to chide me with as I slid off the precipice and came hard to his tongue flicking over my exposed clit. I tried to clamp my legs together to recover from the sensory overload but he was stronger and wrestled my knees apart. He climbed back up my body to kiss me hard. I could taste myself, the tangy sweet flavor, mixed with his own. “When did he get naked” my mind asked as I came back to myself and felt his hard cock at my entrance. He held me firmly beneath him as he sank slowly into my waiting pussy.

He groaned as he hit the end. “Oh fuck…” he shivered as he pulled back out and then immediately launched back into me. “OH!” I arched and screamed as our bodies came together with a slap. My eyes shot open to see him grinning down at me before he slowly pulled out and again drove hard and fast back in. With every slap my moan got louder until I could only squirm and catch my breath as he coaxed another powerful orgasm to the foreground. His lips found mine as I wrapped my legs around him. His climax flooded me as I pulsed around him from my own.

I awoke tucked into the cottage bed with a warm body at my back and an arm firmly wrapped over my waist feeling a soft breath on my neck. As my brain trudged up out of the deep slumber, I didn’t remember falling into, it made the logical assessment that the combined stress of the burn and the insomnia of last night must have been the one two punch with the outstanding sex being the KO. I tested the cage I was in by wiggling my torso to see if he would roll over but instead found him tightening his hold and dragging me closer to his chest and more importantly his rock hard penis that he was now grinding into my ass cheeks as he began to moan. Fully awake now my body started arguing with my brain about the practicality of being turned on versus my need to figure out what was happening.

My body won the argument the second his hand began to wander instead of feeling the need to keep me still. I wasn’t going anywhere as his palm massaged my sensitive breasts as his fingers played with my nipple first one then the other. I felt him readjust his rigid member to rest between my legs so I arched my ass up to feel his head at my ready aching opening. He slid in easily as his mouth devoured my neck and shoulder. His hand left my breasts and moved to my hips so that he could adjust my angle and seat himself deeper. My own moan was somehow his signal to pull out and turn me on to my back. He took each of my wrists into his larger hands and held them firmly against the mattress as he positioned himself back at my entrance. “I remember who you are now” he said as his cock sunk into me. I shivered as my throat tightened feeling the friction of it against my clit. Then my brain tried to intervene yelling from a distance “Remembers? Who does he think I am?” My body had other plans though, as his pace slowly picked up and more immediate sensations rushed up to meet me like his tongue dancing with mine, the strangely comforting pressure of being restrained and the rhythmic motion of our union. My eyes slipped closed and I felt him dive into me harder than earlier. My eyes flew open again to see his challenging eyes staring back at me almost daring me to close them again. Testing my theory, I allowed my eyes to drift shut again with a slight smirk on my lips and sure enough he again drove deeper and harder into me, again forcing my eyes open, only now his smirk matched my own.

His pace never dwindled, it only intensified and had my back arching and my breath sawing in and out of my lungs. The build had been so subtle that I didn’t recognize it for what it was, but the moment I reached the peak I cried out from pleasure and surprise at how deeply and thoroughly I felt every touch. I was shaking uncontrollably as I felt his rhythm break and pump erratically and his hot seed spill into me. We were both panting and sweat soaked as he tumbled back onto the bed trying to avoid crushing me beneath him. My sated body was too sluggish to avoid the sweeping arm that pulled me back against him again. I groaned and heard him chuckle against my neck. “And where do you think you need to be…besides right here that is?” he emphasized with a squeeze. “I…” is all I got out before I realized my brain was drawing a blank. I felt the kiss on my neck as he shook in mirth at my loss for words.

“I’ve been waiting a long time for this.” My confusion at his words had me turning to look at him but he just squeezed me closer to him preventing me from changing positions. It was then that he chose to recount his story. “I saw you about 3 years ago in Taos. I was in for a conference and you were everywhere. It was as if you my own personal distraction. I tried to find a way to get your attention but you were so busy I never got a chance. I finally spoke to the concierge and he explained that you were in town only temporarily to set up and run things to the new owner’s specifications.” “I was everywhere! That place was so stuck in it’s ways it took me all week to implement all of the new procedures. The event coordinator quit that week and I had to handle all of their workload on top of my own. It was exhausting but kept me invigorated” I interjected. Returning to his story he continued “I was impressed. You were like a machine making all of the gears rotate according to your rule. I respect organization and inside of the 4 days I spent there you had an entirely different resort running by the time I left. I would have considered hiring you away for myself but…other ideas in my head prevented me from placing you in my employ. I couldn’t stop thinking how much I wanted you. So I let you go and made my plans. My fraternal brothers organized a giant outing every year and I just happen to be in charge of booking the venue. I can’t thank you enough for choosing to work at a resort with a full course.” I could hear the smile in his voice. “The first year in I thought I had the wrong place because you were nowhere to be found. On the last day, I finally got a glimpse of you but I was wrapping everything up and had already checked out as you passed by that I swore …rather loudly.” I gasped and said “I remember that. The only difference was that I saw YOU everywhere. I was trying to keep my head in the game but then I’d see your face and everything would fall away. I had never been so distracted.”

He went on to say “The following year I arrived with high hopes that we could connect but I saw you wearing an engagement ring so I swallowed my pride and left you alone. Whoever had you was one lucky bastard. I was furious at myself for not finding the time to get back here sooner. When I saw the ring gone this year I made it my mission to make you mine.” I shivered. “So whatever happened to you fiancé?” I gulped “There never was one. Occasionally we have guests that are ‘difficult’ so in order to keep the peace we offer our staff ‘fake relationship status’s whenever they are receiving unwanted attention. It was my turn being harassed by…” I cleared my throat “one of the visitors that I donned the ‘unavailable’ jewelry.” “It was one of mine wasn’t it?” he inquired. “Yes” I whispered. He cursed again and growled “Who?” “I…I can’t…” ashamed and angry at myself I tucked my head down. “Why?” he asked more gently. “I noticed that you spent more time in the company of a small group of men and simply picked the wrong one to strike up a conversation with. He wasn’t listening to a word I said and every time I tried to asked him about your group, and more specifically you, he would veer the conversation back to getting into my pants…literally. I had to find a way to show him my interest was purely business related so on the ring went.”

“Did he touch you?” he whispered. “NO!” I stiffened. He murmured “good” and began massaging my now tensed body to relax again. “Your friend is a clever one for arranging this.” he complimented. “She is one of the best. I couldn’t believe her when she said she booked this. She has watched me the past 2 years watching you. I guess she thought it was finally time and took matters into her own hands. She’s known me for 10 years and I am NEVER distracted. She knew something was up immediately so I told her everything.” I confessed. “So what does she know about me?” he asked. “Only that I have been avoiding all other offers from interested men simply to get another opportunity to spend a 4 day weekend watching you.” I admitted. With that, he turned me over to face him. “So you’ve been waiting just as long as I have.” he said as he pulled me on top of him. “We have a lot of catching up to do” he said as I felt his cock harden beneath me. Surprised I asked “Again?” “You won’t be leaving my bed for a week!” he declared as he pulled me down to kiss him and all thought left once again as his tongue danced with mine.

Independence Day

20130704-144551.jpg I like the idea. A day dedicated to Independence but I wish it was spelled IndepenDANCE because once you are there don’t you just want to move you feet to some great music to celebrate being free. And what better way to dance than by yourself and barefoot when nobody’s watching! SO Don’t forget to ‘do a little dance’ today…and while you are at it, all those other lines from that song by KC and the Sunshine Band. Have a great holiday!

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