Whirlwind - almost literally.

The weather here last night was a good old classic blizzard. Just like I remember from growing up in the frozen northern wasteland. The wind even knocked over some trees down the street. It was crazy! I can’t remember how I ever lived in a place where blizzard conditions were a weekly occurrence. I was kind of freaked out at the sound of the wind. Then this morning it was bright and sunny with very little breeze. It was still ass cold outside, but it was beautiful to look at. And silent. For once.

The past few days have kind of whipped past me. I keep meaning to write a post about a party I went to on Saturday night. Here’s a quick synopsis: not a sex party, I was one of only two “music people” there, lots of amazing conversation, HOOKAH!!! (just tobacco though), alcoholic green tea (super yummy), very interestingly drunk people. I was taking mental notes of conversations I participated in and overheard in order to write about the party here….but I’ve lost the magic of the evening. I’ve been busy!!

Sunday night I had rehearsal for my orchestra and I stayed overnight because I had a hair appointment there the next day. Staying the night also gave me the chance to hang out with my friends there. Got home on Monday at about 5:00pm, right before my husband. When he got home we went and made the purchase of a lifetime (well almost).

We got some money from my grandfather’s estate over the holidays so we decided to use it for something fun rather than paying bills. We got into my car and drove to the nearest Best Buy and bought a 52″ LCD television…..yeah I said 52″!!! I was against such an enormous screen, but my husband’s take on it was, “this thing will last for like 15 years and by then we’ll have a house with a room big enough to enjoy the 52 inches.” Ok, he wins, but not because he’s right, but because he feels so strongly about it. I think that in 6 or 7 years there will be something bigger and better that he’ll fall in love with and this tv will be out the door. I hope that doesn’t happen, but our last tv (a normal, old 30-something inch behemoth) only lasted 7 1/2 years.

This TV is amazing. It’s almost worth the almost $3000 we dropped on it. If it cleaned the kitchen twice a week then it would definitely be worth it. On the other hand, porn will look awesome on it!

Tomorrow I’m off to my orchestra location until Sunday. This is a very busy concert set because we have extra community concerts during the day on Friday. Yikes, it’s already midnight and I still have to pack. Blech.

Curiosity

I was just looking at my stats for the blog. I have been noticing lately that at least one person per day clicks over here from a blog called allhersecrets or something like that. It’s password protected so I couldn’t see who it was that has me linked. If the person who runs that website/blog could please contact me I’d like to know who you are, etc. You can use my email address: spinning——mia@gmail.com. Just take out all the hyphens.

All alone on a Friday night.

I get to spend my evening alone. My husband is going to a party without me. I could go, but I don’t feel like it. I’ve been too anxious lately and meeting a bunch of new people just doesn’t sound good to me. Plus, there’s no playing for a long time because of the large amount of bruises on my breasts. Probably better to not show others the bruises just in case they don’t understand that I actually like them. Next week I’m out of commission anyway so I just have to get through the weekend without going crazy.

My husband’s still coughing up a storm so sex has been infrequent. I’ve been the only initiator for a few weeks (if my memory serves me right). But if I was the one sick I’m sure it would be the same way only reversed.

I chatted with D tonight for a bit and he’s really excited to go visit his girlfriend in a few weeks. I’m giving him a ride to the airport (just another excuse to see him lol). I’m always surprised when he doesn’t initiate conversations about our sessions. I still don’t know if he likes them or not. I assume he does because it’s usually him that initiates the planning. I think he just plays it cool because he knows we aren’t allowed to talk about a lot of stuff. We’re not allowed to be friends. That would just be dangerous for me. I get addicted to people, which could lead to romantic feelings in this case. The sex is already there. I do know that my limits are not as extreme as his are and perhaps that’s why he’s not necessarily enthusiastic about our sessions. He’s into some pretty crazy stuff. His girlfriend is into that stuff so I think he’ll be a much happier man when she finally moves here.

I guess I’m just rambling…..gotta find something to do. Anyone want to come over and watch movies with me?

I am going to do it.

I got an email from my advisor today. A few days ago I had written to her to ask her to give me specific deadlines and basically kick my ass so I can finish this damn dissertation. I have a meeting set up with her on Friday and I already have to turn something in to her.

This could be bad or it could be really good.

I might just graduate in May.

In other news, I’ve been melancholy today and yesterday. I can’t quite shake it, but I know what would help. I just can’t get that right now. And I don’t know how to get it.

She’s moved.

My dear friend AmyElle has moved blog domains. For those of you who read her blog here is the new address:

http://amy-elle.com

Even if you’ve never read her blog before stop by and say hi.

Best Yet Part Two

After D went downstairs to go outside for a cigarette all I could do was lay there covered in cum. Some got in my eye, which was humorous. I was tired and felt amazing all at the same time. I wondered how we were only just now taking a break, and what else would D do to me….

My husband was laying on the bed next to me when D came back upstairs. He didn’t take pictures of this part so I’m a little shady on the order of things exactly. During this half of the evening I was floating away for most of it so I will do my best to remember the details.

D put me on my stomach after grabbing something out of his bag. He sat on my legs and started hitting me with something and I couldn’t tell what it was (even though I was sure it was some sort of belt). It hurt worse than anything I’ve ever felt. I was screaming a lot and my husband told me to be quiet. It was hard to keep quiet - it just hurt so badly. I tried to center myself and concentrate on the sensations. I wasn’t being successful though because D said something to me that I’ll never forget. He doesn’t say much during sessions so I definitely heard him. He said, “shut up or I’ll use it on your tits.” That did it for me. After that all I remember is that eventually I was able to concentrate enough for the pain to change to a weird sort of pleasure and I started crying. Not just a little water in the eye, but real tears falling down my face. It was an incredible moment. When my husband and I do stuff like this he can make me cry after only a few blows, but I’ve never experienced that with D before. Even as I’m writing this I miss the pain and how I felt crying for D.

After that I was in a daze and couldn’t bring myself to focus on anything. D lay down on the bed and motioned for me to suck his cock. I crawled over and started sucking him while my husband watched. After a little while D said to my husband, “I think she could fit us both in her mouth.” He positioned himself so that their cocks were touching and I did my best to get them both in my mouth. It was a bit awkward position-wise so he had me stand next to the bed and come at them from above. I really liked having both of their cocks like that. After a while D got behind me and started fucking me while I sucked my husband’s cock. It hurt after the fisting and fucking from before. I loved it. He intermittently fingered my g-spot and rubbed my clit and made me cum a bunch of times. Towards the end he made me squirt. I haven’t ever really done that before. By the time we finished I could barely stand - my legs were shaking so much.

After that we were relaxing on the bed. I couldn’t really find a comfortable position because my ass and tits hurt. The boys were laying down and I was kind of kneeling at the end of the bed. We just chatted for a bit until my husband said he was hungry. So we decided to get dressed and go to a pub to grab some food before driving D home.

It was really nice to just hang out with him after a session. We talked a lot about his new girlfriend who will probably be moving here at the end of the summer. I’m sure the four of us will have a lot of fun.

All in all this was the most emotionally, sexually, and physically satisfying session I’ve had with D. I’m still smiling, and really enjoying the beautiful bruises he left me.

Best Yet

         Last night I finally got to see D again.  It has been a little over two months since I last saw him.  This time was the best yet.  I’m completely sore and am moving slowly today.  My breasts are covered in bruises.  I won’t be having pain free sex for probably a week.  And I couldn’t be happier. I made my husband go pick D up without me.  They came upstairs and we got started.  D took off my glasses and kissed me.  He kissed my lips and neck and chest then pulled my shirt down and started on my breasts.  He was all over my breasts right away.  He was pinching and slapping and generally torturing them - all before my clothes even came off.  Once my clothes did come off I noticed that there was already a large bruise forming on my left breast.  That’s when I knew this was going to be an intense night.  

With my clothes on the floor he kept torturing my breasts and finally pushed me down on the bed on all fours and started in on my ass.  He spanked me I think harder than he has before.  I was doing my best to “endure” without making too much noise, but I’m a screamer.  My husband kept shushing me, which I found incredibly hot.  He got out the big flogger and I was in heaven.  I love that thing.  It is so heavy that when he hits me hard it moves my whole body.  I love the thud.  I think he was throwing his whole body into it last night, too.  After a while with the big flogger he grabbed my arch-nemesis, the little stinger flogger.  That thing hurts like hell.  It’s harder for me to take, too.  He worked on my ass and back then flipped me over and started in on my inner thighs and eventually my tits.  That little flogger on my already bruised tits was really intense.  I loved it (and hated it!).            

He grabbed some more stuff from his bag and came back to the bed and started putting clothespins on my tits.  He arranged them in a straight line across my entire tit (would have been parallel with the floor if I had been standing).  These actually hurt this time.  Not that they were any different than before, but my tits already hurt when he put them on, plus he left them on for a lot longer.  He used the little stinger flogger on my clipped tits and I almost stopped him it hurt so badly.  Luckily that had gotten him so horny he just had to fuck me.  This was the first time he’s fucked me with me on my back.  Every other time it’s been from behind.  I think he decided to keep me on my back so he could continue to torture my tits.  He was using his hands to swat my tits while he fucked me.  It was really hot.            

Next he put on a rubber glove and grabbed some lube and started working his hand all the way inside my pussy.  We’ve tried fisting twice before and have never been able to get it all the way in.  Last night was no different, but I think it was closer than ever before.  I still can’t believe I like fisting (or I guess in my case almost fisting).  Just the thought of it totally grossed me out before, but once I tried it I love it.  The sensations of having his hand that far inside me are just indescribable.  He’s touched parts of me that nobody else has.  To my husband’s deep disappointment his hands are just way too large to even try fisting.  D’s hands are a lot narrower…..A LOT.  While D was working on getting inside all the way inside my pussy, my husband was feeding me his cock from above and flicking the clothespins still on my tits.   I had several absolutely intense orgasms with D’s hand up inside me.  They were the kind where my whole body shakes uncontrollably.  All he had to do was nudge my clit a few times and it would send me over the edge.  I have no idea how many times I came, but it was a lot.  I can’t even imagine how good it would feel to actually have him all the way in. After the attempted fisting he fucked me a little more….I can’t imagine he could even feel the sides of my pussy after that.  The clothespins came off next along with a lot of pain!!!  : )  Then D switched places with my husband and fed me his cock while my husband fucked me.  That hurt.  My husband is significantly wider than D and my pussy was already really sore.  I kept sucking D’s cock even after my husband pulled out (I think he didn’t want to cum yet).  I sucked and licked D’s cock and balls until he shot his load all over my face and tits.    Then we took a break.  I’ll continue this later!  I promise! 

Changes.

So, I’ve been re-arranging my office all morning.  Last night my husband and I moved the furniture and now I’ve been dealing with the aftermath - loading the new bookshelf, cleaning out the file cabinet, deciding how I want my desk, etc.  I am doing all of this with the goal of actually writing my damned dissertation this semester.   I have finished some of the organizing, but the bed is still covered in crap.  And what am I going to to with this aloe plant?  It’s pretty much the only plant I’ve ever kept alive for any length of time, and now I don’t have a place near the window for it.  Maybe it will finally die. Oh, and I’m horny, but I have to go work now.  That’s going to be my life for the next 4 months if I actually go through with my plan to finish my paper.  I will work all morning at home or the library, then go teach until 8:30 then collapse.  Doesn’t leave much time for sex…..someone shoot me now. 

Almost D

I almost got to see D tonight.  If the roads had not been so slippery I’d be getting fucked and/or beaten right about now.  That fucking sucks. 

Hello 2008

I’m home finally and ready to get back to work.  I actually miss those little shits.  I have let my fingernails grow to an obscene length.  I can actually see white on some of them and that’s way too long to play violin.  That’s how I’ll start tomorrow…by cutting my fingernails.  Then I need to practice.I’m looking forward to the end of Januray 3rd.  Then my television, radio, telephone and email will go back to normal instead of being hijacked by the likes of that guy with two first names, the guy whose name sounds like a certain terrorist, the one married to a “sexual deviant,” the one people heart, that horrible mormon dude, the actor pretending to run for president, the slimy pseudo-mob boss, and whoever else I’ve missed.  Can anyone guess why?