Horny As Hell

My sex drive has been kicked up today for some reason. Well, technically it started last night. I had dressed up for Master and when we went to bed around 3am the sex was amazing. Almost immediately after we were both exhausted and ready to crash. But Master had to piss and I had to take the lingerie off. As soon as all that was done we curled up tight and passed right out.

This morning Master was up before I was. Thankfully, He decided not to allow me to sleep in too late. I think He woke me up around 10:30am or so. He had climbed into bed next to me. I had been laying on my side facing my side of the bed. So He put His arm around me and gently woke me up. I opened my eyes and realized that His crotch was right against my ass. He wasn't hard. He really had just came to bed to wake me up, but that's not what I wanted.

It was like my body was on auto pilot because I was barely awake. I rubbed my ass into His crotch and He chuckled. I continued to do so until I felt His cock growing. He said, "I take it you're horny?" Of course He said it while He was laughing. So He fucked me but didn't allow me to cum. It was still great morning sex though, orgasms or not. I was wide awake after His filled me. We cuddled for a little bit before finally crawling out of bed and going into the living room to start the day.

We've been relaxing all day long. It's been hot and humid all damn day, so we've been sitting in the air conditioned apartment and just killing time, which has thankfully been going by really slow. I did at one point have to run out to do a couple of really quick errands. Since they were going to be quick errands I just tossed on one of Master's t-shirts and a pair of yoga pants. Although as soon as I got out of the car the first time I was really glad I had worn a long shirt. I was still dripping a little bit from this morning and my pussy lips were swollen, which was then stimulating my clit hood piercing as I was walking. It felt amazing but I wasn't sure if the dripping was obvious through yoga pants, which is why I was glad I had the longer shirt on.

When I got home I realized that the small wet spot I had left wasn't really visible from the outside of the plans, but still. I think it was about 2pm or so when I knelt next to Him while He was sitting in His recliner and reached down to play with His cock through His boxer briefs.

He rested His head on my shoulder and nuzzled me a little bit before telling me to go to the bedroom. I got there first and knelt on the bed. When He laid down I immediately started rubbing His cock again and laid down next to Him while resting my head on His chest. I slid down and sucked His cock for a little while before moving back up to continue using my hand to please Him.

He caressed my back and moaned a little before telling me to get on my knees. I got on all fours and He positioned Himself behind me. I was already swollen and every inch of His cock slipping into me was delicious. I was hyper sensitive.

After about four or five orgasms Master had me put my ass in the air and my face to the mattress. He was fucking me but started to massage my asshole with His thumb, eventually putting His thumb inside and moving my pussy up and down His cock that way.

When He was done I said, "Did You want to try?" He told me that wasn't His intent. I knew He wasn't trying to pressure me and I know that He really was only doing that for both of us to enjoy. But I did really want to try, so I reached up and grabbed my vibrator. I made sure not to get myself mentally worked up over the fact that the last time we tried it didn't work out. I didn't want to work myself up over that and cause myself to tense up. So I put it out of my mind and simply repositioned myself and turned the vibe on, and placed it on my clit.

He lubed both of us up and seemed to slip in easily. It didn't hurt, but it was intense. I asked for Him to use a little more lube on the top of His cock, so He moved back a tiny bit and smeared some more lube on the top of His cock. He didn't pull out though. I was hoping He wouldn't.

It didn't take long once He was fully inside my ass for me to cum. I started to shake, that's how hard I got off. I put the vibe down and just enjoyed the sensation of Him fucking my ass. I was still hyper sensitive, but it only made it feel extremely intense. It didn't hurt at all the entire time.

I did bow down after a little while because I was shaking. I got off three more times before begging for His cum. He grabbed my hips and fucked me harder. When I felt His cock throbbing as He came, He pushed forward and I moved my hips back. At that exact moment it triggered another orgasm which made my asshole clench down on the base of His cock which gave the orgasm a whole new intensity.

He slowly pulled out and went into the bathroom to clean up. Once He was done I did the same. He had told me He would give me after care once we were both clean. He had gone back to the bedroom so I crawled into bed next to Him and rested on my stomach. He held me really close and just by Him holding me and feeling His heartbeat against my shoulder, which was resting on His chest, and hearing His breathing, which He was still trying to regulate, I calmed down and stopped shaking in no time.

That's all I needed. I've never needed much in the way of aftercare. I just need Him to hold me and sometimes, when I've been crying after sex due to severe sub drop, I need Him to lay His chest across my back and wrap His arms around me. But that's the most I've ever needed.

Because I'm A Girl

It seems that the general opinion is that if you are a girl and you enjoy sex or have a high sex drive you're a slut. Now, while Master may call me a slut in a loving way.. I have never actually been a slut. His slut, yes. But not a slut.

I do have a high sex drive. And I love sex. I more than enjoy it, I love it. I'm very open minded sexually and have some kinks that are a little out there. But I've just never really understood why if you're a girl it's a bad thing for you to enjoy or like sex. It's just the general feeling of people as a majority. I'm not singling any specific group of people out.

It's just a double standard I suppose. If a guy loves sex and has a high sex drive he's cool. He's a player. He's got game. Enter whatever other cliche you can think of.

But a girl? Slut. Whore. It's almost as if a woman should be ashamed of enjoying sex or talking about it. Fuck that noise. I love sex! Love. Love. Love. And Master knows just how to satisfy my cravings.

Like I said, I'm Master's slut and His whore. But I don't think that just because I have a sex drive makes me a bad person or an odd female. Or maybe it does make me an odd female. I have heard of a lot of women using sex as a weapon, as a reward, or just to shut their man up.

Even without our dynamic in place I could never imagine doing something like that. Either you want to fuck or your don't. Don't be a bitch about it.

And, just so you know, I've been getting laid a lot lately. *smirks* My pussy is sore. My neck feels bruised from Him biting me but there are no bruises to be seen. The skin is extremely tender though. *happy sigh*

Less Doesn't Equal More

You know that saying I'm sure. "Less is more." And sometimes it's true. However, when it comes to sex (at least in my case) that's just not true.

I was checking my e-mail on Yahoo and they had some article being displayed on their front page a while back dealing with relationship advice. I have no idea why the hell I clicked on it. I think it said something about sex or sex lives. So of course, since I'm twisted, I had to read it.

And I remember sitting there reading it and going... "What. The. Fuck." *nods*

Basically the gist of what a lot of the couples were saying was not to have sex to often. *insert confused look here* I remember one thing rather well that was said in the article. It's not a direct quote but it's pretty damn close. "Chocolate cake is great, but after five days of chocolate cake you just don't want it anymore."

Sex is not chocolate cake. You're right. After five days of eating chocolate cake I wouldn't want to see chocolate cake for a very long time. Dear Gods the tummy aches! However sex... is not something I get tired of. Five days of sex and then... *gasp* more sex?! Hell the fuck yes!

The article was basically implying that after a while sex just gets boring and then it becomes mechanical and you feel like you have to do it even if you don't actually want to. Well no shit. Break away from the same old stuff and maybe then it won't be boring. Sluts against the missionary position unite! Wait. I actually like the missionary position, but um... with twists. ;-)

Master and I have been having sex for damn near six years, and you know what? Never boring. Not once. I have never once laid there going, "Dear Gods is this over yet?" And when our schedules are a bit more "normal" than what they are now.. it is about four to five times a week if not more, especially when the weekends roll around and we have a day off together that is actually spent alone.

Remember a little while back I was some what freaking out because I didn't know what the hell was going on when my sex drive? It is insanely high normally and all of a sudden I was on a down slope. Well, I think it had to do with the fact that it just wasn't happening that often. Like I said our norm was about four to five times a week. And then out of fucking no where it was down to once a week. You would think that that would cause my sex drive to just go through the roof right? I mean.. no release means it builds up. At least that would be the logical thought process. But mine was shutting itself down.

And I think I know why. I think it was doing that almost like a self defense mechanism. I only say self defense because I can't think of a better way to word it.

Here's me. High sex drive.

Now, small amounts of sex.

Then my body starts revving itself up for "next time" but next time doesn't happen for about a week. So my sex drive, instead of going into hyper drive starts to shut down so I don't go out of my damn mind and also so I don't make Master feel guilty. At least that's the way my mind is processing it. I'm not trying to say He should feel guilty or anything along those lines. We were only having sex once a week because of work schedules and one and/or both of us not feeling well. There was nothing either of us could do about it. Another reason why I think it went down a few notches, is so I wouldn't go back to my old ways. "Oh You're to tired for sex?" or "Oh, we don't have time for sex?" used to equal "I must not be attractive right now." or "He doesn't want me."

Blah. Depressing, self defeating crap. I'm sure I've mentioned it before. I used to battle depression before I met Master. I still do in ways, but it is more "old wiring" rather than actual depression, if that makes any sense. The thoughts still bubble up to the surface every now and again but I can smack myself out of it very quickly rather than believing it and fueling said thought processes. Plus Master actually has me talk about such things, rather than me bottling them up and letting them spin and fester inside my grey matter. Something anti-depressants never did for me. Instead they basically made me into a zombie locked inside my own brain with said festering thoughts.

Okay I'm getting slightly off topic here.

So back to my original point. My sex drive. It's baaaccckk!

Let's see. Friday I gave Master a rather quick and aggressive blowjob. Then later that night He fucked me and allowed to me cum many times. Saturday morning He woke me up with sex. And then of course there was last night which was absolutely incredible. His lip has finally healed, and so He could finally kiss and use His mouth in all of the delicious ways that I love. And when we were done and He had me cleaning Him off with my mouth I peaked over His hip and saw how late it was and had to remind myself that I had to get up early in the morning. Other wise I would have continued sucking to try and get Him hard again.

So more sex equals a higher sex drive. The more Master gives it to me, the more I want it. And of course He's also been more strict with me which is making me wetter than usual. The more submissive I feel the hornier I get. It's just how I work I guess. And of course now it is Monday night and Master is at work and I'm fucking horny. *sigh*

But perhaps there is a way to keep that feeling, rather than allowing it to go back down to the lower levels that really makes me feel awkward. While the schedules have been crazy and we haven't been seeing much of one another, I've allowed myself to do the whole pity poor me thing. Ick. But tonight I'm more upbeat. I know that this week is pretty much screwed schedule wise, but I'm focusing on my Husband. I'm thinking of how much I love Him. What His cock feels like inside of me. What His hand feels like on my throat. That pain I get deep inside after being bounced off of His dick like a rag doll. What it feels like when He touches every inch of me, sometimes gently and lovingly. Sometimes roughly and lust filled.

Yes. I think that will help greatly.

** My Dear Kitten page has a new entry for those who are interested.

Master Has A Cell

Last night Master and I retired to the bedroom and decided to just sleep. Today Master and I both got to sleep in, which was nice.

We went to the living room and just sort of relaxed there. Master eventually took His shower and I helped Him with His lotion for His tattoos.

From there we went out to lunch and then stopped at the shop I had found for His cell phone. He picked one out that He liked and then we chose the plan that was good for Him. So now, Master has a cell phone and I feel a little bit better.

He didn't really feel like going today. I kind of had to push for Him to do it cause I knew we weren't gonna do it tomorrow and then a whole other week would start and we'd both be at work, so we'd end up putting it off again and again. But once we got home and I had put all the numbers He wanted into the phone, He was happy that He had it. Figures huh? *laughs* It's a nice cell phone. Nothing fancy but He doesn't really need anything fancy.

We watched a movie and I worked on His back. Then I took my bath and put on the fishnet matching outfit with stockings which He seems to enjoy so much. He's been grabbing my ass and stroking my legs and back most of the day here in there.

Which leads me to something that is rather odd for me. My sex drive isn't very high at the moment. Normally my sex drive is high. Like abnormally high. Trust me it's not that I don't like the attention. I really do. But sex drive? It's still there, just not where I'm used to it being. I honestly don't know why.

I told Master about it today and He looked at me like I had grown a third eye. In the time we've been together my sex drive has never really changed. It's always been way up there. Like I said I have no idea why it's so low at the moment, it just is. *shrugs* Just one of those things I guess.

I'm not really sure what else to say about it. It's just.... on a down slope I guess.