Author: woodleatherlace

Seeing His Handwriting

Previously I blogged about how I hadn’t seen any of my lovers’ handwriting in recent years. It seemed odd to me, but it was true.

My most recent lover read that blog post and decided to pop that cherry for me. One night, he surprised me by handing me a small notebook which had notes he had taken during a meeting at work that day. I looked over the notes and couldn’t make heads or tails of them. I asked him what he wanted me to glean from those notes because they really weren’t that interesting to me.

“It’s my handwriting,” he said. Oh. I was totally surprised. Here it was: a lover actually showing me his handwriting. And now that I was actually seeing a partner’s handwriting, I was in shock. I didn’t quite know how to process it. His handwriting looked nothing like what I expected it would look like.

I’m still not quite sure how to process that experience, but I am grateful that my lover was so caring that he went out of his way to meet one of my “fantasies,” albeit a pretty tame one!

©2018 WoodLeatherLace.com

Little Clit, Big Labia

I find it interesting when different lovers have told me the same strange things about me or my body. It’s usually in comparison to other lovers they have had, though none of their comparisons are done in a mean-spirited way. They’re merely statements of facts. Since heterosexual women don’t often make comparisons about each other sexually, one of the few ways of finding out about oneself in comparison to women is through lovers’ other sexual experiences.

The most common comment I get from men is that I have a little clit and big labia. Having recently Googled images of women’s genitalia, I have to agree that my labia minora are proportionately much larger than my labia majora. I don’t think they have always been as large as they are; I think they grew substantially during pregnancy. However, my kids’ dad never said anything about the changes. He was the kind of guy who probably didn’t even notice. Since I wasn’t ever looking at my genitals in a mirror earlier in my life, I really don’t know for sure when my labia grew, but I know they weren’t always as large as they are now.

As for my clitoris, I was surprised when men started telling me how tiny it was. At first, I chalked it up to the perpetual social folklore that men can’t find clits. Joke after joke plays on this idea. However, most men I have been with take the time to stop the action when they can’t easily find mine and because they do want to locate it. Once they’ve turned on some lights and made a detailed examination, I almost always get the comment, “Wow! Your clit is tiny!” My general response to that is, “It may be small, but it works quite well!” and all of my partners have to agree with that after experiencing my orgasms. Given how many times I’ve heard that my clit is small, I have to believe it’s true, though I really can’t tell any difference between my clit and the pictures of most I see online.

There’s also no question to me that I’m loud during sex. I’ve actually screamed my throat raw during sex because my orgasms are so strong. It never fails that after our first time together, men who have met me through OkCupid bring up my answer to the question about whether or not I’m louder than others during sex which I have answered in the affirmative. They always say, “Um, yeah. You are definitely louder than most women.” I’m often labeled as the loudest woman they’ve ever been with. For most of them, that’s a huge turn on.

Finally, I’ve received a compliment several times about how comfortable I am with myself and my body. Most of the men I’ve had sex with in my forties realize that the more comfortable a woman is with her body, the better the sex will be for her and thus for him. They all really appreciate that I’m not afraid to have sex with the lights on or to wear skimpy lingerie for them. They love my ability and desire to explore. They all agree that the men who have turned me down just because I’m not a size 2 are losing out in a big way. It’s not the shape of a woman’s body that matters. It’s how she feels about using it for sexual pleasure.

©2018 WoodLeatherLace.com

Figging

I’ve mentioned before that I love anal sex and anal play. Clearly I have a spanking fetish, too. It doesn’t take long perusing my blog to figure these things out.

I’m a fairly experimental person and am willing to try new things that appeal to me or my partners within reason. Needle play? No thanks. Cutting? Hell no. But I’m open to trying other kinky acts that are closer to my interests. One of the things that falls into that category is figging. I’ve always been intrigued by the idea. Figging seemed like it might be a new and interesting sensation that provided both pain and pleasure. Most of my partners were very unwilling to try. They were afraid it was going to be too extreme based on things they’d read online.

Finally I found a partner who was willing to experiment with figging with me. The tl;dr of it all is that I was really disappointed by the experience. So was my partner.

We began with me peeling the ginger under his supervision. I accidentally broke off the end of the first attempt that was going to serve as the protective flange to keep the ginger from getting pulled into my ass, but luckily I had bought a big cluster of ginger that let me make a second ginger fig successfully.

Armed with the freshly peeled ginger, we headed to the bedroom where my partner bound my hands together to keep me from trying to remove the ginger. He also put a blindfold over my eyes to help increase the suspense for me. After a bit of spanking foreplay, my partner then inserted the ginger into my ass. He waited for the screaming and thrashing to start.

There was none.

The ginger did cause a burning sensation, and it slowly built up to something more powerful. After many minutes, I did eventually request for him to take it out because it was uncomfortable though not intolerable. The whole experience was just disappointing.

My partner was of the mindset that he wasn’t going to be doing anything to me that he hadn’t experienced himself, so he asked that I return the favor by inserting the ginger into his ass. We both knew that he had a much lower pain threshold than I do, so he was still concerned about what he was getting himself into. But as with my experience, my lover was disappointed. He also found the pain from the burning to be far less than he expected.

Both my lover and I have experienced some major health issues which included pain (not to mention my experiences of childbirth), and we agreed that those who think ginger is the worst pain in the universe must not have been through other intense pain. Maybe we got a bum piece of ginger (ba-dum-dum), but it was fresh and highly fragrant. We don’t think that was the issue. We think that figging is just not all that it is (butt-) cracked up to be.

After the experience, I removed “figging” from my Fetlife list of “curious about.” I was no longer curious. However, I didn’t move figging to my list of fetishes. It just didn’t do enough for me. If a future partner wants to try it again, I’d be happy to do so, but it’s not something I’ll go out of my way to do.

©2018 WoodLeatherLace.com

My Other Famous Last Words

“I just want to cuddle tonight.”

Four hours later, there are sex toys strewn from one end of the room to the other. There’s a pile of dirty sheets and pillows needing to be washed. We are sticky messes from lube and bodily fluids. Our bodies are actually cuddled up next to each, both of us blissfully happy. But yeah, we did a little more than just cuddle.

Definitely my other famous last words.

©2018 WoodLeatherLace.com

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!”?

©2018 WoodLeatherLace.com

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.

©2018 WoodLeatherLace.com

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!

©2018 WoodLeatherLace.com