Month: October 2018

Flogging Fairy Creates Monsters

I think I’m some kind of flogging fairy. I convert men to being devoted floggers.

No less than half the men I have had sex with have started their journey with me as flogging virgins, but on the very first night of sex together, they were completely converted to being flogging enthusiasts. All of them picked up my mini-flogger, made a few test runs, and then began having a lot of fun, learning how to manipulate their wrists in the best way to create the maximum impact upon my rapidly pinking up bottom and thighs.

If you asked me my top fetishes, being flogged wouldn’t make the top five and maybe not even the top ten. I do really enjoy it, though. The sting from a flogger is quite different than being spanked with a hairbrush or strapped with a belt. Still, I’m not sure how I help create these flogging monsters whose first choice of implement often becomes a flogger. What is it about my ass that says, “Flog me!”?

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Being Claimed

I recently attended the wonderful Bedpost Confessions in Austin which I highly recommend to anyone who lives in one of the cities where they have them including Boulder, CO, and Ashland, TN. The show is a storytelling event where people present pre-rehearsed “confessions” about some part of their sexual history. The stories range from hysterical to poignant to terrifying to powerful.

In this most recent event, one of the women talked about her own insecurity around dating women now that she was no longer “chasing dick.” She was in a committed lesbian relationship where her partner had claimed her, and for her, it was scary and unbelievable that she had been “claimed.”

I, too, struggle with the concept of men claiming me. Most of the men I have dated in recent years are in it for the fucks. They’re not interested in being pinned down to one woman. They don’t want commitment. They are always looking for the next best thing. They fuck me until they get bored, and then they move on, often to someone skinnier and younger.

The men who have claimed me as their girlfriend? They terrify me. Not because there is anything wrong with them. They scare me because they treat me well. They want commitment. They want to do nice things for me. They want to be there for me when things are going wrong as well as when there’s great sex available. They see me as more than a passing diversion. They want the whole package.

I hate that I’ve become so jaded that I’m suspicious when men treat me well. I despise that I fear their love and commitment. I wish that it was easy to respond in kind when they claim me as theirs. I know my scars, physical and emotional, are part of what make me who I am, but at the same time, I wish the scars didn’t interfere with new relationships that shouldn’t be difficult.

I hope in time that when a man calls me his and claims me, my response won’t be one of fear. I hope that my reaction will be one of devotion and love. I hope being claimed will make me feel secure rather than scaring me. I want to be able to be loved as much as these good guys want to love me.

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Over, Under, Around and Through

I love wearing garter belts with thigh highs and panties. Most men are conditioned to find them sexy as hell, too. They definitely scream “fuck me” to most men I’ve dated.

But here’s the quandary: does one wear the panties over the garter belt or under it?

If you wear the panties under the garter belt, it looks so much nicer. However, with the panties under the garter belt, you can’t pull down the panties unless you unfasten the garter belts which are a royal pain in the ass to fasten in the first place. If you are only wearing a g-string (which, if we’re being honest, is just a symbolic nod to a panty), it’s possible to move it aside for pussy access or for peeing if the need arises while in this attire. If you’re wearing larger panties, however, then it’s harder to gain access.

 

If you wear the panties over the garter belt, they can be ripped down for full and easy access to everything, but I think they look strange over the outside. I like being fucked while wearing garters and thigh highs, so wearing the panties over the garter belt has lots of advantages in my mind. I just can’t get past how it looks.

 

So what’s the magical solution to this dilemma that I haven’t figured out? Not wearing panties is an option, but I like lingerie so skipping the panties doesn’t appeal to me. I also realize there are the options of scissors or ripping fabric,which while they can be sexy and fun options, they tend to permanently end the life of the panties and/or garter belt!

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Amazing

My new lover is amazing. He gave me my first orgasm before my clothes were off. Our original plans actually did not include having sex that night; we had another night set aside for our first time together. Instead, we were kissing goodbye rather passionately after a pleasant dinner date. Then he began gently caressing me over my clothes while we were kissing, nowhere near my breasts or genitals, and suddenly I was orgasming in public. No one has ever done that for me before. I’m still amazed that he did. After that orgasm, there was very little that could stop me from dragging him back to my bedroom, ripping off his pants and sucking on his cock.

Of course, he seems to think I’m an amazing lover, too. There’s nothing quite like hearing your lover tell you it’s the best sex he’s ever had, and from the blissed-out grin on his face, you’re pretty sure he’s telling the truth. He says I’m the most uninhibited woman he’s ever been with. I am positive that’s the truth. Once I’m in the bedroom with someone I’m attracted to, my inhibitions disappear rapidly, and it’s game on for me. Generally speaking, the game becomes how many orgasms he can make me have before I surrender to exhaustion, and I like those kinds of games especially when there is lots of spanking, oral sex, anal play and anal sex thrown in, too.

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