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Breaking a Sweat

Sexy thoughts are far from my mind as I sip my “swamp juice”—a brownish concoction of fruit, protein, flax meal, & chia seeds. But Jake’s hands—brushing my bare neck, and then lower, to my damp sports bra, reel me in.

He just got back from the gym while I worked out at home, and we’re both hot and disheveled, both feeling strong and endorphin-rush happy.

I close my eyes as he awakens my nipples through the thin pink fabric, his muscular frame pressed against me from behind.

“I love the way you look after working out, sweaty and flushed,” he says.

He turns me around, and then a soft, slow kiss—my body is tired from sweating and lifting, and suddenly, a prize.

He draws me towards the bedroom, guiding me as I walk backwards, and we stay lip-locked on the way. One of my favorite things about working out at home is that I can do it in underwear and a sports bra—and they’re both off quickly.

“I want to lick your sweaty pussy,” he says.

My bush is soft and wet, and he dives right in, immersing himself in my juices. I relax into the bed, closing my eyes, focusing on the feeling of his tongue moving slowly across my vulva. His strong arms grip my legs.

“Mmm, that feels good baby.”

He dips a finger in, inviting my g-spot to join in on the pleasure—“yes.”

My arousal builds, blood rushing to my labia and clit. I get kind of zen—I can picture my g-spot, visualize it swelling and filling.

My orgasm already seems within reach, but I’m not ready yet.

“I want some cock now,” I say, wiggling out from beneath his mouth, and within seconds I swallow him. He groans—that groan I love so much, the one I’ve heard so many times over our almost 7 years together.

I look up into his eyes as I suck up and down, my tongue on his frenulum, my hands on his balls. I know eye contact makes him crazy.

“You’re the queen of blow jobs,” he says, smiling.

“Mmm hmm”—I answer, as much as I can with a mouth full of cock.

He touches my hair.

I know he means it–he’s had his share of blowjobs. Sometimes he likes to show me off—give other men a taste of my lips, my skills. I love that.

“I want to taste your pussy again,” he says.

This is common for us—we both want to taste each other, we both get pleasure out of giving—so it’s a wonderful back and forth of mouths to genitals. Sometimes that’s all we do—oral is amazing sex on its own.

But today I want to get fucked.

We stop for a quick break so I can pee—a necessary thing for post workout, post water guzzling sex.

I come back to find he’s laid out the throe and lubed up his cock, stroking it as he waits.

Perfect.

His thoughtfulness and anticipation of my needs turns me on just as much as his hard thighs, his vibrant tattoos, his gorgeous, long curly hair, and his big, strong, hands.

Those hands are soon on my ass as I get on all fours in front of him.

“I love your big ass,” he says.

I turn my head, looking back at him, looking at my ass.

“And I love how strong your pussy smells right now.”

“Me too,” I say.

It’s true. The whole room smells like me. My huge bush holds my scent well—even more so after being intensely physical. I love the smell of cock too, but nothing compares to the smell of vulva, mine or others. It’s so. Fucking. Good.

He slides inside of me.

The next few minutes are a blur of thrusts, gasps, and wet noises, and then he flips me over.

My clit aches to be touched.

Now I’m facing him—my eyes lock with his.

“Go slow baby, it feels so intense,” I say.

He does as I ask, his cock nudging gently at my g-spot as he grips my open thighs.

It’s not long before I’m gasping “faster,” but now he’s enjoying the tease.

My fingers circle my clit, his thrusts quicken, but just as I feel my orgasm is close again, he slows.

I can tell this orgasm will be blended—my clit throbs, hard with blood, and my g-spot swells with his teasing. Every time he senses I’m close, he pulls back.

His grin tells me he knows exactly what he’s doing.

Sweat drips across his chest—he’s working so hard for me.

I look into his eyes, desperate. I can’t wait much longer.

He thrusts faster and doesn’t slow down this time.

I’ve come to the point where I can’t really think, and my noises and moans are involuntary and increasingly louder.

“Fuck, fuck fuckkk,” I moan, my face surely scrunched up in a weird, orgasm-drawn expression.

He pounds into me as I stroke my clit, furiously now—I’m caught up in an orgasm that doesn’t stop, my cunt squeezing his cock.

“Fuck baby I’m gonna come”—his words come out, frantic.

I ride my orgasm, gasping “yes,” as he pulls out, his come sprinkling my bush.

“That felt so fucking good,” I say, giggling in post orgasm bliss.

We’re both soaked.

“Thank goddess for throes,” I say.

“And showers,” he says.

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1st Time with Adam

Unlike my wet Fascinator Throe review images, which were set up (using water), this image is all real, juicy wetness courtesy of yours truly. Isn’t the splash pattern of my come just lovely? 😉 I don’t want to spoil my upcoming review of the toy by elaborating too much, but I will say that Jake and Adam both had me at the same time, and it was…intense!

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Review: Fascinator Shag Throe

As soon as I squirted for the first time and had to sleep in a towel-covered wet puddle on the bed, I knew I needed a Fascinator Throe. The Throe is a moisture resistant sex blanket, with one soft side, one satin side, and a thin moisture barrier in between. There are numerous Throe color and material options, but I bought a red fluffy Throe simply because it was the only one available at the sex shop where I was working at the time, and I needed one ASAP.

Before I purchased my Throe, I read various reviews that raved how perfectly it works, how it keeps any liquids from seeping through, but that hasn’t quite been the case for me. Don’t get me wrong, I love my Throe, and it does protect our bed very well, keeping lube, semen, and most of my ejaculate off of our bed, but a little bit of moisture has seeped through it a few times after a particularly squirty session.

Another issue I have with the Throe is its size.  It’s great for my solo sessions, but it doesn’t quite cover our queen size bed, so it slides around and gets crumpled during sex. I think the Throe would be better if it was big enough to cover the whole bed as well as have about a foot draping over all sides, or if there was a separate fitted style Throe option for partner sex. The Throe also takes awhile to dry after use, so be prepared to lay it out somewhere and have another one or some towels ready if you’re planning on a squirting marathon.

Still, the Throe works wonders and is way sexier and more convenient than the alternatives, like layers of towels or crinkly plastic sheets. I almost always use the Throe when I masturbate internally and usually for oral and sex as well. I lay my Throe shag side up because I love the feel of the soft, luxurious faux fur, and it’s more absorbent than the satin side. The Throe can be machine washed and dried on low heat, and it looks like a normal blanket so you won’t get any weird stares at the Laundromat.

Simply put, if you squirt or play with someone who does, you need a Fascinator Throe, and even if you don’t, it’s a handy sex accessory to have around. So far it’s the best product I’ve found for keeping ejaculate, lube, sweat, blood, dirty sex toys, or whatever else off of clean sheets or furniture. I’m making due with one for now, but I definitely want to get another one or two so I can have a fresh one ready at all times.

Colorful POV

As fun as it to take inconspicuous, funny, or clever sex toy images for Toy With Me Tuesday, this week I feel like sharing a simple, sexy one. So here’s me, using some of my toys, from my point of view…

For more POV action, check out my Hitachi close up or these.

Pictured: Me with my Pure Wand, Evolved Lucky 13, & Sliquid H2O, on my Fascinator Throe

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