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It Burned SO GOOD!

WE DID IT!!!
I’m gonna start with some background. Anal sex was Completely OFF the table for both of us for years. Neither one of us was interested at all. When D/s and BDSM became part of our lives, suddenly we were discussing the possibilities. Maybe we would try? We might now be interested? Worth a try?
Three years ago, after beginning some play, experimentation and EPIC fails, we were finally successful at penetration. Unfortunately, due to a comedy of errors that were NOT funny at all, it became a disastrous memory. I wrote about my hurt afterwards. https://missameliaandsir.wordpress.com/2015/11/30/i-bared-my-soul/
For the past three years, we waffled between Never again, Maybe, I want to, No Way, Let’s try, Someday. The mental block was by far the Biggest Hurdle, but we had another HUGE problem too. Professor is Extremely Well Hung. We’ve had suggestions that we just stop trying because that thing will NEVER fit Anyone (LUCKY ME!!!). I must admit, I had almost given up any hope of ever having success.
Then came Friday night. Professor had planned an At Home Date night for us. It began with instructions on what to do, what to wear and inform him when I was ready. It proceeded to a private space where we talked, teased, spanked, sweated and fucked hard. It was a perfect evening. We were both tired and climbed into bed to snuggle and drift off to sleep. Being the constant perv he is, Professor began lightly rubbing the tip of his cock over my ass, telling me how much he enjoyed watching my plug move with every thrust. I was enjoying the sensation and asked if he wanted to try one more time. With lube applied, we weren’t sure his partially hard cock would even go in. Finally, with me relaxing and pushing back on his cock, Professor announced he was in. Tentatively, we began our familiar rhythm of thrust and pull. I could feel him growing inside me. It was SO TIGHT and burned, but I didn’t want it to stop. I could hear him reaching the edge of his cliff, so I began asking, “Fuck my ass Daddy. PLEASE Fuck my ass.” With skin tearing in his powerful grip, he climaxed and filled my ass with the first cum it had ever experienced.
I immediately burst into deep, sobbing tears. I couldn’t believe we had done it. Professor, fighting through his own emotions, clutched me tightly and claimed me, “MINE!” It was EXACTLY what I needed to hear. I wasn’t able to give him my virginity, it was gone before we ever met, but THIS was HIS, and HIS ALONE.
He began checking in on me, asking how I was feeling. I just wanted to lay in this connected space for a few more seconds and bask in the warmth. After we separated, and cleaned up, we couldn’t stop smiling and touching each other. It was a closeness I can’t even describe. We drifted off to sleep, laying close, with his hand resting on my ass cheek and him again declaring, “MINE!”
Epilogue: A couple days later, I’m still a bit sore, and LOVING EVERY MINUTE OF IT! XOXOXO

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One Night with You (for My Lonely)

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One night with you,
I can picture it so clearly in my mind.
We talk over a glass of wine,
Laughing, learning and absorbing each other’s details and dreams.
Dinner lingers for hours,
The brush of a hand,
The blush of a cheek,
The nervous tension palpable.
As chairs are placed upon the tables,
We take our cue to leave.
I can fell the tingle through my body as you help me with my coat,
And your hand brushes the back of my neck.
The awkward moment as we stand by my car,
Wondering if you will kiss me.
My breath completely taken as you don’t even ask,
Just stepping forward, taking my face in your tender hands,
And our lips gently touching for our first kiss.

One night with you,
I can picture it so clearly in my mind.
The excitement of meeting,
Instantly explodes into uncontrollable combustion.
No need for words as lips part,
Tongues dance,
Moans are uttered,
And Passion is overpoweringly ignited.
There is no perception of time or space,
As we begin our night of hedonistic destruction.
My body aches with every touch,
Stinging from the pain delivered and yearning from the increasing need.
I am breathless, trembling with anticipation and my juices are flowing,
As you passionately claim me as yours and we become one.
Time halts, the earth no longer rotates,
Bodies wrecked, souls consumed, desires are sated,
And only our ashes remain.

One night with you,
I can picture it clearly in my mind,
And one will NEVER be enough.

Twelve Days of Christmas-Day Four

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Today my Dear,
On day four,
I give to You,
Your dirty, wanton whore.

I want it rough
Dirty and full of smut.
In any and every way,
Make me Your slut.

**Sorry for the Re-blog, but it’s the Holiday Season and I’m busy as HELL!  😉 **

Twelve Days of Christmas-Day Three

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Today my Dear,
On day three,
I give to You,
Me, down upon my knees.

Find me kneeling,
Waiting to serve.
To please and pleasure You,
Like You truly deserve.

**Sorry for the Re-blog, but it’s the Holiday Season and I’m busy as HELL!  😉 **

2018 Kindness Advent-Day 4

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The task for today was to Hold the Door Open for Someone. This was SUPER easy, and I made a point to do it as often as possible today. Almost every effort was greeted with a thank you. Couldn’t help but smile every time. I may have put extra effort into this task today, but it is also a common occurrence in my day.

In my daily life, I try and be as courteous as I can, which often includes holding the door for others. When Professor and I are together, I never open my own door because that is something he does to honor me. I love how that makes me feel so loved and cared for. Probably, the only thing I love more is when my son does the same thing. He has watched how his father treats me and I see him doing the same things without a thought. Chivalry is alive and flourishing in my home.

Anyone else participate?

2018 Kindness Advent

Kindness advent 2018

I found this today, and decided that I would take on the challenge. We are living in a world that could use more kindness. I’ll be starting a bit behind, but will try and make up the first three days if I can. Each day, I’ll attempt to post what I did to spread some joy.

I’d LOVE to hear from anyone that wants to take on a daily challenge. Even if it’s only one day, we could double the Kindness.  Please let me know what you did.  Let’s share the LOVE.

We Will Not Be Silenced

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I can’t stop smiling today! I received notification that a book I contributed to, was finally available for purchase. This has taken a night of terror and years of shame, and given me a reason to smile. I really don’t like pushing products, but I am part of this one, so…… 🙂  I will receive no money from this endeavor and knowing it will go to survivors THRILLS me. I will be posting my contribution soon. Thank you for allowing me to share my Great Joy and Pride.

Miss Amelia

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We Will Not Be Silenced: The Lived Experience of Sexual Harassment and Sexual Assault Told Powerfully Through Poetry, Prose, Essay, and Art is the brainchild of Kindra M. Austin, Candice Louisa Daquin, Rachel Finch, and Christine E. Ray. The four indie writers and survivors felt compelled to do something after the strongly triggering Kavanaugh Confirmation Hearings. Ultimately, they decided to advocate, educate, and resist through art.

They opened submissions for only two weeks to women and men around the world. The response from writers and artists was overwhelming: the final anthology includes 166 pieces of writing and art from 95 contributors around the globe.
The editors decided early on that this was a project of passion and compassion, not profit. 70% of the royalties raised above the publishing and promotion costs will be donated to organizations that provide services to sexual harassment and sexual assault survivors. The editors have prioritized making the book accessible to as many individuals and organizations that could benefit from it.

The retail price is only a few dollars above the publishing cost to keep the 300-page plus Anthology as affordable as possible. They have also created a Wish List so that individuals and organizations such as rape crisis centers, gender studies departments, and public libraries who might not otherwise be able to afford copies might be able to receive one.

The truth matters, our stories matter, and you can help.

We Will Not Be Silenced is available in print and Kindle editions.

To help provide copies to others who might not otherwise be able to afford them, please visit our Go Fund Me page.

To be placed on the Wish List for a copy, please email the editors at indieblucollective@gmail.com

Kinkfest Reflections

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(image from the internet of an event from the past, this year was MUCH larger)

Professor and I attended Kinkfest last weekend. We had never been before and were extremely excited to find out what it was all about. Of course, things didn’t begin as we had planned and we arrived later than we had expected, but we made it!

We weren’t able to attend any seminars the first day, so we used our time to wander the vendor area. I must admit, I had REALLY been looking forward to this. Seeing all the fun, new, and unusual objects displayed on tables was a total mind fantasy overload. Professor just laughed as I squealed at every new table and item I picked up to admire. I’m glad he was there to keep my splurges under control.

As this area closed up for the night, we returned to our hotel room to prepare for the evening in the dungeon. Never having been to anything like this, I must admit I was both excited and a bit apprehensive. Over dinner, we discussed how we were feeling and what our limits of the night were. I really wanted to explore and watch, and not feel the need to preform that night. Professor agreed and we went with only ourselves and our sense of wonder.

While we were enjoying our dinner, we overheard two ladies talking with a man at the bar. He was attending Kinkfest and the two ladies were sisters asking a million questions about the event. Professor and I laughed to ourselves at some of their questions of wonder. The man left and the two ladies continued talking about it. They came to the conclusion that they just never knew anybody that did those kind of things. I couldn’t help myself, so as we got up to leave, I walked over, said excuse “me but I couldn’t help but listen to your conversation and I GUARENTEE that you know someone that is kinky like that”. They responded with “REALLY? You think so?” I smiled, their eyes widened and asked, YOU? I again smiled and nodded my head yes, and we began a discussion of what BDSM, D/s and kink really is. It was a lot of fun and I feel like I was able to be a good ambassador.

The Dungeon was a HUGE space with every type and kind of equipment and area that you could imagine. There was great music and perfect lighting and a room full of kink in every form. The areas were divided by a perfect maze of red carpets that allowed us to flow through the room and take everything in.

Benches, tables, stools and chairs were scattered everywhere. There was a fenced area where whip play could safely be performed. The rigging and rope area allowed for several ties to easily occur simultaneously. There was a designated and plastic-lined area for blood play. Several matted areas were scattered around the room, some designated as aftercare-only areas, and others for wrestling and immobility play. There was a Baby play area with toys and blocks, and a corral for horse play and carriage rides. Really, if you wanted to watch it or do it, it was there.

The screams and moans were coming from every direction. There were cracks and slaps happening at an immeasurable rate. A smattering of laughter was mixed with a flooding of tears. It was a LOT to take in. We observed for several trips around the room and then returned to our hotel to rest for the next day.

We were up early to attend the first workshop. It was a wax play discussion. There were two speakers that had extensive experience and some wonderful suggestions that they demonstrated on their model. I especially loved the use of a 50/50 mixture of Crisco and coconut oil that they used as a preparation for the wax. It made the removal extremely easy without diminishing the experience or beautiful splatter designs. They answered every question that was asked, and then offered personal instruction if anyone desired it. We went up to see some of the equipment more closely, and I was able to have some wax applied to my arm with a paint brush, then removed with a butcher knife. I LOVED IT!!

Our discussion was over a bit early, so we slipped into another workshop already in progress about dealing with the pain. I found myself becoming a bit overwhelmed as we watched. The sub was describing how she was handling the pain being delivered. I appreciated that, but her eyes and words begging for him to stop was a bit too much for my already over-stimulated being, so we quietly slipped out.

We found ourselves with a few more minutes of free time and back at the vendor area. Professor ordered me the most beautiful black and purple leather ringed colla,r and I can’t wait for it to arrive. We were also able to find him a perfectly fit earthy green kilt. It’s comfortable, sexy as hell, and provides EASY access, a list of my favorite things.

Our next discussion was on pressure points for pain and pleasure. It was so informative and exceptionally fun because the speaker encouraged the audience to participate with him as he demonstrated. I found myself moaning and wincing in both forms of delivery. I left the entire seminar in a bit of a puddle.

We had several hours free so Professor and I left the event for a while and wandered the waterfront and Saturday Market nearby to relax and rest our minds. I loved sharing a vendor food lunch and taking in the sights while holding hands and feeling loved.

We returned to our room, rested and prepared for another night in the Dungeon. We attended a meet and greet at a nearby hotel, for attendees of the event. Couldn’t go out into the main area, because it was a cigar social, and the smoke is detrimental to my senses, so we sat inside and took in the event and conversations. We had planned on ordering dinner there, but the lines and wait were CRAZY long, so we eventually excused ourselves and drove down the road to HOOTERS, and grabbed a bite to eat. 

We had decided to take some equipment to play that night. We reentered the venue and decided to walk around first. I am 100% supportive of you doing whatever kink that turns you on as long as it’s safe, sane and consensual, but I came to a few conclusions about what is and isn’t for me. I was surprised that the Female Domme and male submissive seemed to far outnumber the opposite combination. While I have no problem with this, I now know more clearly that I am a submissive and have no desire to control Professor (I know he doesn’t desire that either). I am also sure that I am not into the role playing of babies and animals. They can completely get their kink on there, but I’m just not a diaper girl. Also, the blood play isn’t for me. I was intrigued to see it, since we have never played that way, but quickly learned that I could avoid that area just fine.

We stopped to watch some fairly intense scenes. Some were WAY more intense than anything I could ever handle. As we continued around, looking for a possible play space, I became extremely overwhelmed and broke into tears. Professor immediately pulled me aside and began taking care of me. Funny, we hadn’t done anything and I was suddenly in need of heavy aftercare, but luckily he recognized that and was able to re-center me. He held me, comforted me, loved me, and we talked.

We realized that while we had seen SO MUCH intensity, we hadn’t seen any real aftercare. I told him I saw the play, but hadn’t felt any of the love that I find so important. Instead of playing, we began walking around again looking for aftercare. We had watched a scene between an older couple where he was caning her bloody and almost unconscious. We came back around to where they had been playing just as he wrapped her unchained, limp body in a blanket and called for a chair to place her on. He sat her down and began gently giving her sips of water in between loving kisses on her forehead. When she could finally hold the water bottle herself, he scrambled over and grabbed her socks, kneeling down in front of her and kissing her before placing each one on, and giving a loving rub to her feet. I watched this happening and felt an overwhelming warmth washing over me. It was EXACTLY what I needed to experience.

Professor decided that we would not be playing and we returned to our hotel room where he did EXACTLY what he knew we needed and we eventually drifted off to sleep wrapped in each other, smiling and completely sated.

So, I don’t know that this will be a new yearly event, but I would absolutely go back. Next time, it will be with a little better understanding and a bit better prepared. Kink is very individualized and everyone needs to explore and find what does and doesn’t work for them. I’m incredibly blessed to be able to discover my limits with a partner who is open, loving, giving, understanding, and owns me heart, body and soul. Thank you Daddy.

Twelve Days of Christmas-Day Four

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Today my Dear,
On day four,
I give to You,
Your dirty, wanton whore.

I want it rough
Dirty and full of smut.
In any and every way,
Make me Your slut.

Twelve Days of Christmas-Day Three

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Today my Dear,
On day three,
I give to You,
Me, down upon my knees.

Find me kneeling,
Waiting to serve.
To please and pleasure You,
Like You truly deserve.

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