BJ Friday: A Pussy Fairytale

A year ago, this very night, I found my soulmate.

Sounds simple and happily ever after, doesn't it? Well, it kind of almost is, but it's no fun if you leave out all the messy parts. So let's go back to that night 1 year ago...

It had been several months since I'd finally told the ex I was done and wanted a divorce. I had decided I wouldn't date for at least a year, because, honestly, I didn't care if I ever found a man again. I was free.

That night was odd. When I got home from work, I figured I'd shower so I didn't have to get up as early the next morning. While this wasn't the odd part (I'm a Virgo, hygiene is very important to me), the hour or two spent walking around my house buck-ass naked was. I really had no reason to, and it was very out of the norm for me (considering I'd just spent my last 12 years being repressed by the ex), but there I was, strutting around enjoying my sumptuous flesh.

After I showered, I checked my Twitter page. And discovered I had a DM from none other than @PussyWhisperer. He and I had been following one another on Twitter for a few months. My opinion of him started off pretty poor due to the non-stop gushing of one of my friends. There was an entire weekend where she did nothing but talk about him, so I just chalked him up to one of her admirers she was fond of collecting. It took me several weeks to finally follow him. In fact, I didn't until my friend read aloud one of his tweets that was horrendous...and I had the perfect comeback to. We exchanged several tweets that night and, I must admit, I was impressed by his ability to keep up with me. We didn't talk too many times after that, however, he did send me a DM stating that he was honored to have such a sexy woman following him.

Yeah, I thought it was a crock of playa shit too.

Then, one fateful February night, he opened up on Twitter and told everyone how it was his 39th birthday and he had just been in the middle of his school final when something had glitched and his time ran out so he was going to fail his class. My friend jumped in and asked him if he wanted a pic of MY ass to make him feel better.

His exact response was, "YUSS, YUSS, YUSS!!!"

Mine? "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

A few days went by and I saw my friend for the weekend. She convinced me to let her take a pic of my ass (fully clothed), but I wouldn't let her send it to PW.

Several hours and an entire bottle of wine later, I relented and let her send it. A fact which mortified me the next day when I remembered.

We didn't hear anything for days and I just figured he didn't give a shit. Then came the naked strutting night and his DM. What follows is a transcript of that conversation...or rather a paraphrasing due to having to go from memory:

PW: OMFG!!! You have an ass to be worshiped!
Me: Then get on your knees, baby.

After which several DMs were sent from both of us which I don't exactly remember, but I do remember this part.

PW: (something about being on his knees and my pussy)
Me: I'd love to get on my knees and return the favor.
PW: Head should be earned, not given.
Me: (exact quote) Oh honey, I don't GIVE head, I fucking PERFORM. I'll make you come so hard your ears will ring for days.
PW: (after tweeting in stream about someone just flooring him with the hottest thing he'd ever read) Have you ever had phone sex?

Now, I must stop here and note that it was very outside of the norm for him to be so forward.

Me: No. I'm really rusty in the whole sex area.
PW: You wouldn't have to do anything, just listen to a story and cum. (there were a few more DM's that I don't remember)
Me: Okay, fine, you talked me into it.

We exchanged names and phone numbers and he said he'd call in a little bit because he had to finish up taking care of a few things first. I was freaking out. I can't believe I'd just given my phone number to him and was planning to have PHONE SEX!!! I nearly DM'd him and said to delete my phone number and forget it. I didn't do this kind of thing. Soon after, my phone rang and my heart was pounding.

And I was still naked.

I answered and we spent a few minutes of nervous chit chat...at least nervous for me, and then something clicked. We really started talking. Within 15 minutes he commented about how easily he could see himself getting addicted to my giggle. Hours went by without us even noticing the time. I can't recall all of what we talked about, with the exception of me telling him that "I have fantastic tits". It took us almost 5 hours to actually get to the phone sex.

I came HARD--as all of my neighbors, including the ones in China, can attest to. We finally had to get off the phone since I had work in the morning (not to mention the ex and I were still in the same house at the time and he would be home from work soon and I didn't want to deal with any bullshit), but PW asked me if he could call me the next night. I said the ex would be home, so he said, "What about the next night, or the next?" We were both hooked.

Neither one of us were looking for anything, but we couldn't stop talking...or stop having sex. I would shut myself away in a room and we would talk all night. He would call me at work. He sent me flowers. I sent him pics--slowly coming to trust him to send him more and more sexy ones until one day I finally took all kinds of naked ones and sent them.

I was the one who slipped up and told him I loved him first. Of course, I didn't realize I'd said it because I was talking about how people are supposed to treat those they love and managed to say that's what I felt for him in the middle of my rant. He had to stop me and ask if I realized what I'd just said. I said, "No." When he told me, all I could do was respond, "Oh."

Don't worry, he said he loved me too. With this ass, how could he not?

It wasn't long after that we made our relationship public.

PEOPLE FREAKED! Including my friend who had a "hand" in us getting together. She pulled me aside and told me, "you know, he likes CURVY women, right?" WTF am I, bitch? A stick? Yeah, I know you think I'm fat, but don't push your body issues on me. We unwittingly caused a lot of drama. By the time everything settled, one of the women who at first was jealous wound up becoming a good friend, and my "friend" told people she wanted PW and I to "crash and burn" because I "need to feel that pain."

We planned to meet in person and took things slow. Our initial plans fell through due to me winding up in the hospital to have emergency gallbladder removal surgery, however, we finally were able to meet on Halloween. At that point, we'd solidified our relationship, even most of the rules of our FLR, and were very anxious to make things official. Real. Tactile.

DEAR GOD I NEEDED TO GET LAID!

When we finally met, we couldn't stop kissing and touching. We were like two teenagers, making out on his bed before we even left the house for the hotel room.

We both had a LOT of oral skill bragging to live up to. And I had quite a few sexy outfits to wear...and a new flogger to try out.

So, did I live up to my promise to make his ears ring for days? I performed so fucking amazing he had a multiple and came three times in a row. I couldn't keep his cock out of my mouth and he couldn't keep my pussy and ass out of his. We brought a ton of movies to watch that week and only made it through one. And the night I wore the school girl uniform and got a facial...

I wish I could be with him tonight, making love, shoving his face in my pussy, demanding he pay tribute to my ass and making up for all those BJ Fridays we've spent apart. We are working toward that goal and will one day spend our lives together.

For now, I'm finishing up this blog so I can go have mind-blowing phone sex with my man, my pet, my love, my soulmate.

I leave you with my BJ Friday tip: suck that cock like you love it. Lick it, tease it, and for fuck's sake, make noise and look him in the fucking eye while you've got it in your mouth.

I'm a Prejudiced Bitch

I'm all about not judging a book by it's cover. What matters to me is who a person is, not what she/he looks like or comes from. My relationship with my mate is one the standard society considers to be an alternative lifestyle. I'm accepting of everyone as long as they aren't candidates for the Hall of Douchebags or insufferable bitches, so I admit I consider myself fairly unprejudiced.

That self-view was challenged the other day when a friend confessed that she was in a Dom/Sub relationship in which SHE was the sub.

I freaked.

He was an abusive asshole taking advantage of her. How dare he TRAIN her? When the fuck did we end back in the 50's where the good little woman flits around doing the man of the house's bidding? Didn't she know she was worth more than that? How could she let a man put her in any kind of position where there's violence? Give me 5 minutes with this man and I'd show him what a REAL dominant is.

I'd fucking beat his ass black and blue.

It was at this point the realization hit me. I'm a prejudiced bitch. I was fine with a Dom/Sub relationship just as long as the woman was the Dom. I despised the idea of any woman underneath a man's heel.

We all view life shaded by our experiences, and I have been subjected to several appallingly awful men hellbent on destroying my will and keeping me under their control. So when I heard about a man being in power, my mind automatically took me to viewing it as an abusive relationship. Especially since the only Doms I regularly communicate with are women.

What I had failed to consider was the fact that my friend wasn't forced to obey this man, she had chosen to. Just like my pet puts his heart, soul, mind and body into my control and trusts me to take care of him. While I wouldn't hesitate to punish my pet, I would never cause him harm or allow harm to befall him. Our relationship sometimes can be one giant power struggle, but it's not because either one of us desires to truly hurt the other. I had to recognize that this Dom didn't lack my mindset simply because he was a man.

One of the aspects I love the most about being in an FLR is the absolute love and trust between my pet and I. Yet, this is not exclusive to an FLR. Being a Dom is a huge responsibility. You must care for your Subs needs all while setting the rules and being consistent in upholding them. (Because Subs can be very needy and tend to get very bratty when their needs aren't being met.) It's exhausting at times, but extremely rewarding.

I will end this by saying to my friend who has no idea that she sparked this blog post, I'm sorry. I apologize for instantly trivializing your choice and your happiness by allowing my prejudices to take over. I wish you nothing but the best and thank you for sharing your journey with me.

And if he ever does abuse you, I'll fucking knock his teeth down his throat.