Turnabout is Fair Play

Yin and I have had an amazing weekend together- on many levels. It seems that the more time we spend with each other, the closer we become. The simple truth is that the more I have of her, the more I want of her.

A scenario played out a little this weekend that is continuing to burn in my head. It is based on the obvious advantages that exist in my delay of cumming (namely, the ability to fuck as often and for as many hours/days as Yin wants with no lack of enthusiasm, interest or ability on my part…in fact, those three things don’t just remain present at a static level for me, but definitely actually increase as the hours/days pass. Thanks to Tantric reading for this discovery.). Yin, of course, due to the ability of the female anatomy to be able to orgasm repeatedly with no diminishing effects, is free to cum as often as she wishes. So, back to the scenario that we played out this weekend.

Imagine her as a Queen of some faraway land in the distant past. Imagine myself as a warrior/soldier captured in battle by her forces and taken by them to be kept in the castle of their ruler. The Queen tours the forces upon their return to welcome them home and to view the treasures they’ve returned with for her. She views one which captures her attention: me. For days, weeks, even months after, she has me at her disposal. To taunt, tease, fuck, use in any fashion she wishes…and over all else she takes a certain delight in using me only to the point of her satisfaction…intentionally stopping before mine. I am captivated by her in more ways than the obvious…and frustrated to no end by her continuing use of me. Being devious and cunning myself, I manage to escape…but only for the purpose of finding her, dispatching those who guard her, and then taking her as a captive of mine…inside the bedroom of her castle.

The passion that has developed between the Queen and I is intense…the fucking is equally so…for it turns out we are both truly in love with each other…but despite this….there is a price to be paid for her torment of me.

Yin and I worked on her repayment of that price this weekend.

Growl.

Shibari Images

Hikari Kesho - 30 Shibari Pictures

Imagine what I could do to cause Yin to squirm in one of these positions.

The Angry Environmentalist

Sometimes things just don’t go as planned. I spent all day yesterday in an intolerably good mood. To make things worse, when Yin arrived she also appeared to be in a good mood. This is not what it takes to have hot, sweaty, kick your ass style, erotically funky angry sex.

So, to try and salvage the weekend, I’m on the hunt for something that Yin and I can get angry about. That shouldn’t be too hard, should it?

Food shortage: the ongoing articles about the world’s food shortage seems like not a bad place to start. Between the rampant speculation in commodities which occurs at an income level at least one or two notches above ours (reported as one of the causes that food prices for all are increasing) and the ongoing reportedly wrongheaded movement to use some large part of the world’s crop production for biofuel (ostensibly so that no one has to forgo being able to drive to the local market and stare at all the empty shelves where the food used for their fuel to get there would otherwise be available to purchase and eat), you would think this would be a fertile category for anger. However, in thinking about it, I can’t see maintaining my anger during the midst of strapping Yin down with commercially produced means of bondage made from leather which could have been fried and eaten as pork rinds (or beef rinds…??) or wanting to hot headedly slide a banana in and out of certain of Yin’s orifices while it could instead be used on top of an ice cream concoction next to red cherries and then used to feed an otherwise hungry wannabe overweight person.

Global warming: The world population’s desire to smother itself out of physical existance and join the ranks of the mastodons and pterodactyls as things which used to inhabit this planet seems like another likely source for anger. I mean, afterall, if someone from the Gore/Clinton camp maintains it as the truth that’s like something straight from the Bible, isn’t it??? But, in thinking further about that, how can it be known that the writer of that manuscript (and the Koran and whatever other authentically maintained items of the Creator’s word exist) was in the freshest part of his/her day while listening and writing down the words of wisdom being imparted by the Creator for reproduction and distribution to the rest of us for all the remainder of eternity. What if there was some ‘mistranscription’ going on because it was 11:00 p.m. at night and the word of the Creator just wasn’t exciting enough to rivet the writer’s attention? The possible implications are mindboggling. Were there any gaps in attention span that caused the notepad to contain blank spots where the writer had to go back later and fill in the holes with whatever sounded best to him/her? I guarantee if there were the writer wouldn’t just go ask the Creator for a re-do because things were getting a little drowsy for the writer while listening the first time. I think I need to know the writer’s last name doesn’t link up with someone whose last name now currently begins with a letter G or C before I’m going to get too excited about following along with what the manuscript says. Damn, now I’m way off base over anything close to anger about global warming. What if it’s just not true, and here I am all uptight and pissed and wanting to madly fuck and use Yin over it? It’d be like a dishonest angry fuck. Or at least, a mis-stated angry fuck. I just don’t think I would cum as hard.

The Environment: Yes, I know, this is in a similar vein as Global Warming and related in probably many ways. However, in search of what it takes to have good angry sex I’m not going to split hairs and rule out possible sources of anger. There are many things about the environment which make me angry, when I sit down and think about them. One, for all the environment that I’ve been able to exist in during my time here I have yet to find that part of it which has anything similar to gold, oil or diamonds I could discover and live large off of. Others have done this, so why does the environment discriminate against me in this way? I get easily pissed over this. Two, how come my part of the environment doesn’t have white sandy beaches, blue water, and consistently warm comfortable temperatures? Other people have been privileged to enjoy these things. I think the environment may just not like me, and that really pisses me off. In fact, I’m getting so pissed that I’m starting to get slightly erect just thinking about tying Yin, naked and tanned, to a coconut tree so I can spank her for awhile to work off some of my steam. Third, I have never- not even one time -been able to look out my window and view a mountain range off in the distance. Sure, I’ve seen them while traveling, but that’s just not the same. Why should I have to go to them? It seems like it would be just as easy for the environment to bring them to me. I’m very, very, very mad about this. Others get to exist as the center of the universe. Why not me too? Hmmmm….I think I’m on the right track. I’m very hard now, and my balls are incredibly tight with the need for release…as I sit here thinking about how I just need to take Yin, strip her down, and fuck her endlessly to work off all my frustrations over the environment. Fourth, for all the treehugging, vegan eating people who continually profess their love for the environment and all that it does for us as a species, I continually fail to have a similar appreciation for the environment when it never fails to dissapoint me in not producing the raw material necessary to have clothes for Yin to wear that cause her to appear appropriately attired to the rest of the world, but naked, primed and ready to fuck to me. I’m really, really pissed about this. It gets back, also, to the center of the universe thing I know, but I simply don’t think this is an unreasonable expectation. I had been thinking of green angry sex in order to do my part. See: http://blogs.takepart.com/2008/04/09/top-10-ways-to-green-up-your-sex-life/. But I don’t think- for all its denial of the good things in life to me -that the environment is deserving of it.

This is starting to seem like a lot of work. Damn my good mood. It’s cheating me out of a decent session of angry sex with Yin.

Angry Sex: A Report

The evening before last Yin and I were together after an involuntary period of abstinence between us.

During this drought of each other’s physical company, Yin and I discovered that we each got greatly turned on by seeing the other angry in various situations we each had foisted upon us in our careers. This, I think, was a discovery that neither of us had made before.

So when we were together this week all I had on my mind was the sight of Yin’s temper. She’s so fucking hot when she’s mad. Her eyes blaze, her facial expression takes on a different appearance, her walk and demeanor are very focused. I want to take her. I want to insert myself right in the middle of what she’s feeling. Fuck, I’m a guy, I want to use her right then and there…see her sex, watch her struggle, feel her passion up close and personal. Does her pussy feel different when she’s pissed? Does she taste different? How does she fuck?

To add to what I was already feeling, I also noticed a different scent when Yin first arrived. She said, innocently enough, that it was something she’s worn before called Happy. I don’t recall it. I also don’t think it’s called Happy. I think it’s called Do Me Now. Yin was definitely working me. Growl.

After a short amount of conversation I wanted to feel Yin…a little…because I had plans for a long evening with her. I handed Yin a chrome ring to put on my cock and balls. I love watching her work with my package. She’s an expert. After a little handling, a little licking, a little sucking…to lubricate everything (she had to take a break after she got the ring around my balls, because my cock got too fond of her attention) she got the ring on. Perfect.

We spent the evening alternating between cooking, talking, and having Yin work my cock. It was bulging and veiny…it felt and looked so hot as she licked it and sucked it. I tied her arms behind her back and held her hair in my hands as I slid her head up and down it’s length. I rubbed it around her face, mouth and tongue. I put her mouth on my balls and she licked and kissed them.

Yin gives blowjobs like no other. I didn’t let her have my cum though. I had plans, actually, to save it for this weekend. Those plans fell through when we went to bed.

This time sex between us was different. A little more forceful. A little less gentle. It was actually so good that I’m not sure I can recount it here in great detail. In fact, I know I can’t. I’ve not had sex like that before. I started out with no intention of cumming. In fact, I started out with no intention of even fucking Yin. I was just going to tease her, taunt her with my cock, maybe even take her to the point of begging to have it….and then saying no…not until this weekend. The idea of getting her to the point where she needs my cock so bad she’d beg for it…mmmmmmmmmmmmmm…erotic. But, like I said, those plans all fell through. I’m not sure at what point it happened, but there came a moment when I simply had to be inside Yin. Right then. No waiting. I wanted her so bad. Despite all my intentions to the contrary, I took her. I fucked her. Hard. Fast. Furiously. I came so hard I thought I was going to literally explode.

I love Yin. I love us. I can’t wait for this weekend. My mind is racing.

Off topic briefly…

Um, just reviewing the news this morning. Found a cool thing. Male geishas are all the rage now in Japan.

http://www.cnn.com/2008/WORLD/asiapcf/04/07/japan.geishas/index.html

I may get Yin one for Xmas. But, only if she’s good.

lol.

Like no other…

Damn, Yang’s last post was hot. As I read it, I had the same feeling that I have had so often in my experiences with him. While something may be new to our relationship, it is yet still so familiar. He described so well exactly the way I was feeling and exactly what I needed. I was ready to kick the world’s ass. But when it comes to Yang, there is an intense need to give myself to him wholly and completely.

I knew from the start that he was it. The one that knows me, loves me, moves me like no other. He looks at me and I get lost in his presence. The sound of his voice immediately mutes the world going on around me and demands my attention. And, his touch moves me to the core. There are so many people in my life that I love; he’s the only one that I’ve ever truly needed.

Hmmmmm….time to have her.

I love Yin. I love everything about her. Her beauty is par none. I could get lost in her mind. She is a true human being, inside and out. Her nakedness sends shivers down my spine. I could go on, but that would delay what I really want to put down here.

In spite of all that I love about Yin, and how well I feel like I know her, I have this week been exposed to a side of her that has so far remained off stage. That’s because this week has been a particular bitch for her. In return, in lieu of shrinking in response to it, she turned fierce. Shrinking violets turn me off sexually. Shrinking violets need to be helped. I don’t mind doing that. I in fact see it as a duty of sorts. But, it’s not a sexual stimulus for me. A warrior goddess though. Now, that’s a different story. I would fight to have a warrior goddess. I love the sense of power. I crave to feel her body. I have seen this week that Yin is one. I am therefore on a mission. I will have her. I have to have her.

So you see, ever since Yin displayed this part of herself, I have been hard. Not like I don’t stay that way for Yin anyway, but this week…man, I’m telling you. It’s all I can do not to grab her in a fit of animalistic passion, throw her down, strip her clothes off, and use and fuck her every way I can think of. Believe me, I can think of a lot of ways.

I have more to say. There is a need which exists in me, unidentified before, to conquer the warrior goddess, to make her submit. This need may have existed on my palette of desires previously, but it has never before made itself known.

You see, neither am I a shrinking violet. To see another warrior pop up in the clan, so to speak, triggers a base instinct from somewhere deep inside to acquire supremacy…there can be only one top dog. I will therefore be almost insatiable in my desire until this occurs. It has to occur. It must be known, among us warriors, who ranks and who doesn’t.

As I’m writing this, I see Yin on her knees, temper flared, eyes blazing, muscles tensed and taught, but looking up at me in recognition that she will do as I say, simply because I say it, and give herself to me in whatever way I say. In return, unending loyalty, protection, passion and respect exists between us, for the purpose of the conquest is none other than to know- from one warrior to another -who is on top and who is not. To the rest of the world we are two equals who fight together, love together and belong together.

Not in the mood for wine and roses

Work today totally sucked which is consistent with the entire work week thus far. I had to bring some of the work home with me. However, I didn’t want to take time away from the kids to work so I waited until they went to bed to look at it. So now its 10:10 and I’ve had almost a full pot of coffee; I’m still pissed off about work issues and I am just not in the mood to do any of this. There are much better things I could be doing at the moment.

There are so many feelings going on in my head right now. Mainly, I’m just frustrated, mad and ready to fight. But when you combine that attitude with the fact that I have not had Yang for at least 72 hours, it makes for some serious cravings. And, I’m not talking about wine, roses and gentle caresses. I have so much pent up animalistic energy right now.

I need for him to kiss me. Long. Deep. Hard. I need to lick, suck, taste his cock. Feel it as he rubs it across my face. His hands in my hair pulling me wherever he pleases. I need to feel his hands, his mouth all over me. I need him to fuck me in every imaginable way. No inhibitions, no hesitation, just fast, rough, carnal, passionate desire that must be satisfied. JFFM now!

Then, after all the energy has been spent and relief is attained…I’m still going to need a really big hug and to hear the ever so soft “I love you.” The world just seems to disappear in his arms. I miss him.

Whose weekend was it?

Yang thinks it was his weekend (see last 2 posts). I’m not so sure. After all, I got to spend most of the weekend with his cock in my mouth, which is something that I absolutely love to do. On the last night we poured honey all over parts of him for me to lick off. Amazing. And when he wasn’t in my mouth, he was inside of me. The feeling of his firm cock hammering in and out of me is indescribable. What more could I ask for? He literally makes me tremble. In fact, I’m starting to squirm just sitting here thinking about it. I can feel the blood beginning to flow as I realize how much I’m starting to miss him. It’s already been way too long since the weekend.