Thoughts

Couldn’t Hold Off

· August 4, 2012 · Thoughts · One Comment

I think I’ve mentioned before how I’m such a heavy sleeper. Quite often Sade will fuck me (ride me) in my sleep and I’ll barley be awake enough to remember it.

Apparently my body is awake enough to react to her though. I’ll thrust up to match her rhythm until she gets off but other than that I’m usually too out of it to do anything else. I will remember small bits like aching for more when she pulls herself off of me and lays back down to fall into a post-orgasmic sleep but I’m usually not awake enough to do anything about it. Now and then I’ll wake up enough to extend things and with any luck she’ll let me come but for the most part I sleep through the whole thing.

I don’t know how often she does it but I’m guessing at least a few times per month.

Just a couple of nights ago she did it yet again but I didn’t realize it until much later. I woke up with a normal case of morning wood, at least I thought it was until it refused to go down. I took a colder shower than normal and that seemed to help but walking to work a few minutes later I found myself getting hard again and I wasn’t even thinking about anything sexual at the time.

I have an hour-long commute every morning. As usual I was spending the time working on the podcast but I kept getting distracted by how turned on I kept getting. That’s when the memory of the previous night came flooding back to me as it usually does. I’ll vaguely remember her going down on me for a few moments before sliding onto me, sometimes she’s got her hands on my chest, my stomach or as in last night, on a pillow over my head as I matched her thrusts in my semiconscious state.

All fucking day I was hard and when I got home she was off teaching a class for some newbie kinky couple and for one reason or another we were unable to fuck last night so when I woke up this morning with morning wood times a trillion while spooning with her I couldn’t help but try and initiate but unfortunately she had temporarily injured her back and wasn’t up for one of our Friday-Morning-Fucks.

Fuck.

So I was desperate and whispered in her ear something I’ve never asked her before:

“May I jerk off right now? Here or in the shower?”

She nodded yes but I realized she may just be dreaming and saying yes to whatever I was saying. I wanted to make sure she was actually letting me. I wanted to know she was consciously allowing me. At the same time I didn’t want to grab her by the shoulders and say “please please may I jerk off!”

I leaned in again and whispered “Are you sure? I can jerk off?”

She moaned again, smiled and said “yes”.

I kissed her and jumped in the shower and fifteen minutes later I was much more relaxed than when I walked in.

There was one catch, I wasn’t entirely sure she wasn’t dreaming when I asked her.

Fast forward to a few moments ago when I brought up the subject, told her what happened and she started laughing. It turns out she had no memory of me asking her to jerk off. Of course I immediately started to feel guilty as though I tricked the system or something but she assured me that, if nothing else, at least her subconscious wanted me to jerk off.

Whew

Could I Skull-Fuck?

· July 27, 2012 · Thoughts · , , , , · 2 Comments

One of Sade’s fantasies is for me to..well..not co-top with her as much as be an extension of herself when topping. Ok maybe that’s co-topping.

We have had some experiences together with a 3rd person in the mix with us. Some things came very naturally, like when I was sucking on sub-girl’s nipples while she was tied to our bed and Sade jumped on the other nipple and our eyes met. I parted my lips just a bit so Sade could see what I was doing with my tongue and my teeth. I saw a wicked smile flash in her eyes as she matched what I was doing. We were a team making this girl squirm and moan together. It was hot! I remember thinking at that moment “Are we co-toppping right now”? Ok I was thinking other things but I remember thinking it after.

It was fun and it was hot. I knew what she wanted to do and I was an extension of her overall play-plan. Sade had me do other hot things to her as well but the nipple thing, that was me. I actually initiated it. I had surprised myself. Most of the time I was co-subbing (also hot) but for a moment I think….maybe…I was co-topping…a bit.

There have been other instances with the sub-girl but I’m still working on those posts.

Somehow we got on the subject of skull-fucking…as it happens..and Sade mentioned that she didn’t think I could do it. I’ll admit I was slightly insulted, as though my masculinity was being called into question.

My initial thought was to say “Oh yeah? Call the sub-girl, have her come over and I’ll throw my cock down her throat right now.”

Before I said it I realized we may have different ideas on what skull-fucking actually is.

The internet seems to define it thusly:

skull-fuck (third-person singular simple present skull-fucks, present participle skull-fucking, simple past and past participle skull-fucked)
1: to actively penetrate someone’s mouth; to have vigorous oral sex
2: to penetrate someone’s eye socket

Now I’m 99% sure Sade was talking about the first entry there….ok 90% sure.

Still, I know Sade , I thought for a second and said “Wait, do you mean making someone gag and throw up because I’m doing it so hard?”

She confirmed it.

“Yeah I don’t think I could make someone throw up because of it. That might be a bit much.”

And that’s when she said the quote of the night: “At least I don’t need to worry about you getting all worked up and skull-fucking me.”

So all day today I’ve been wondering about it. Could I do if she had me horny enough? Or in deep enough sub-space after beating me so my mind was numb? Would hurting someone that much be an erection-killer for me?

As usual when I find a fantasy of Sade’s that may be a little more on the challenging side, I’ve been obsessing about it a little. I really want to be able to help make her desires come true.

Quote of the night from Sade

· July 25, 2012 · Thoughts · 2 Comments

At least I don’t need to worry about you getting all worked up and skull-fucking me.

A Close Call

· July 23, 2012 · Thoughts · , , , , · No Comments

A listener to the podcast sent me this email recently.

“Just wanted to send a small message to say that the show is still very much appreciated and is my favourite thing to listen to in the car.

To give you a little chuckle, today a female colleague asked to borrow my car as an emergency , as her’s was in for repair . So being a nice chap and her being Hot, I handed over my keys. I had used the car to drive to work and my Ipod was still plugged into the stereo ….. OMG .

So this evening I was handed back a set of carkeys by a cute Lady smiling .. “What’s the Master Class ??” and “What is a Dominatrix ??” She asked in a really open manner. “Oh I listened to the podcast and learned a lot” she added ….

Well I suppose if one is to “come out” might as well do it via the Masocast show …..
Great stuff, keep up the work and again thank you for all the interviews.”

I’ve had a couple of emails like this over the years and they are always positive. It’s most likely that those who get “outed” by listening to the podcast in a bad way are too mortified to share the story with me but it’s nice to know some people end up bridging the gap between others who may also be kinky through the podcast.

 

Bithday Fucking

· July 10, 2012 · Thoughts · , , , , , , · 4 Comments

It didn’t take us long to rip our clothes off.  I was eager to get to the main event but that was nothing compared to her, I was worried I’d need to beg her to fuck first since I knew I’d end up being a puddle on the floor when she was done with me and I desperately wanted to get her off first.

We explored the room with our bodies, we took photos, and I really got down before she pushed me off of her and told me it was time for her to string me up and fuck me.

My legs were pulled apart and lifted toward the ceiling, I was still on the ground but could feel myself slipping deeper and deeper into subspace.  By the time she had me off the ground with my wrists and ankles connected on either end of a spreader bar, I would have agreed to anything I was in so deep.   It was emotional subspace more than physical at this point and that’s usually just as deep for me.   I couldn’t think and I’m lucky to have been able to mumble “Yes Ma’am”.

After she had me up she had me swing back and forth like a pendulum.  An evil smile came across her face and she took about a dozen photos before coming back to me.

In retrospect it was a good thing I was in such deep subspace, not only because it turned her on even more to see me like that but the suspension cuffs we were using were digging into my wrists pretty strongly but I didn’t want to stop.    She ordered me to tell her if the pain in my wrists became too much to bear.  She knew if I had my way I’d put up with it longer than I should (I had hurt myself before).

It was such a unique headspace.  I was horny as fuck, almost painfully hard and aching- and yet felt so vulnerable, exposed, owned and still so deep in subspace that I could barely talk.

She toyed around with me for a little while, spanking me, using my cock as a handle to move me forward and back before checking my wrists and seeing we had limited time.

As she fucked me she rotated between grabbing my hips or thighs or using my cock for leverage before finally wrapping her hand around the back of my neck and ramming into me while ordering me to cum.   I have no idea how many times she brought me to orgasm, really it felt like one never-ending O.

Eventually, satiated, she slowly lowered me to the floor, kissing me with a big satisfied smile on her face.   On the subway ride home I don’t know that I said anything more than “Oh fuck…..oh fuck”.

Later she’d show some of the photos to a few friends and the feeling of being objectified would wash over me again.   I still shiver and ache at the thought of it now.

We’ve looked at a few suspension rigs and agree it would be a perfect addition to our apartment but it will take some time to make that happen.

Thankfully, my birthday is just a few months away and I know exactly what I’m going to request as the only thing I want.

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