Thursday, July 8, 2010

An evening to remember

The other night, I was working late. I was a little bummed out, since Mr. S. and I had an argument that morning and I was expecting a few hours of housework when I got home.

Instead, the house was spotless. There were candles everywhere. A lace nightie and matching panties were laid out on the bed. And he was nowhere to be found.

The surprise made me smile, but where was he? As I stood there, assessing the situation, I figured I had an opportunity to create a surprise of my own. I slipped on the lingerie, got out my favorite vibrator, and began pleasuring myself on the bed. Sure enough, a few moments later I heard him walking back upstairs from his office. His voice then, whispering my name in a question first softly, then in a more playful tone.

He found me splayed out on pillows, legs spread, eyes closed, nearly orgasmic. The growl he emitted as he pounced onto the bed was all the reinforcement I needed.

If I wrote the play-by-play for the next four hours, it'd take at least six blog posts. My man has never been so attentive... or so well-rewarded for his efforts. But I will say this: surprising your partner? Always a good idea. An hours of nonstop bliss and lust sort of good idea.

Today my nipples ache from friction and it's a little hard to walk straight, but I've got quite a smile on my face. And a few good ideas for tonight.

Thursday, March 25, 2010

dream a little dream

Lately, my sex life has been off-and-on. Last week, we had amazing sex. AH-mazing. And like, three nights in a row. There were multiple toys involved, a variety of positions, marathon sessions--you name it. I came on my man's cock more times last week then I had in the last several months. The impetus for our spurt was the latest product I tested for It's not that the product was earth-shattering or anything, just that it gave us "an excuse" to focus on sex without feeling selfish or silly. It shouldn't, but there it is.

One not-terrible "side effect" of our lack of sex is that I have crazy hot dreams. Last night, I had one in which I was on my knees, my wrists handcuffed behind my back. I was begging to be fucked hard and wet. I could feel the thick head of his cock force its way into my pussy--only to have it disappear. I'd wriggle my ass, arch my back, beg some more. In it would go again, stretching, pounding, only to disappear. I was so horny when I woke up this morning I nearly humped the light post outside our house for lack of a better partner!

Oh, reader, don't even ASK about morning sex. It does -not- happen Chez Sparks. As much as I love a good morning romp, my man is set against it.

Since he doesn't do mornings and we're both extremely busy these days, we're both exhausted by the time evening rolls around. The only time sex happens is when we force it to happen. We literally have to schedule sex. There's something about that that feels so forced and unnatural, and when you couple with that the fact that I'm the household scheduler, it also means I'm doing all the initiating again. So, right now I'm looking for a few new ideas... things to really bring some element of surprise back into our sex. Any thoughts?

Monday, December 7, 2009

santa stopped by early...

And he brought me a bag full of toys! In the last week, I've received a vibrator through edenfantasys, a vibrating cock ring, three porn DVDs, and a bottle of deep throat gel. Mr. S. and I had a very naughty night.... and an even naughtier early morning, too.

We had some late night adventures with the new vibrator, including a long, steamy shower. Reader, I cannot tell you how much more fun toys are when you "have to" test them out in every which way. We had a great time experimenting. For the purpose of SCIENCE, naturally. It was a blast. I'm so thrilled that edenfantasys invited me to test products for them. If you haven't looked into it, you should.

Even without product testing, though, I just love getting new toys. Even when they're just reincarnations of things we already have: vibrators, lubes, porn. This was our first vibrating cock ring, though. It was fun, but not anything earth-shattering. I thought cock rings were supposed to delay orgasm, but Mr. S. came faster than usual. That might've had something to do with all the foreplay. We were watching one of the DVDs together while he rubbed my ass and thighs. The more aroused he got, the more aggressive he got. Eventually he was fingering me and squeezing my ass, nibbling at my shoulder while the girls on screen screamed. He slid the cock ring on and fucked me hard from behind while we continued to watch. Because of the position, the ring's clit nub was upside down and grinding against my bottom while he fucked me. Hopefully tonight we can try it right-side up.

So, my toy collection now consists of a variety of vibrators, a cock ring, a feather tickler, honeydust, porn, and a few lubes and gels. What do you recommend we try next? The holiday season isn't over yet, y'know.

Sunday, November 29, 2009

clean is the new sexy

Thursday evening, after I said goodbye to the last few guests (and why is it that the last people always linger the longest?), I have to admit that I was slightly grumpy that Mr. S. had disappeared and left me to deal with them. I was grumbling more than a little when I trudged into the kitchen for what I knew would be hours of dish duty... only to find a nearly immaculate kitchen. The countertops were clear, the leftovers all in the fridge, the dishwasher humming. There he was: whistling and drying platters. Nothing is sexier than a man who helps out in the kitchen.

And of course, you know about my fascination with the kitchen...

I surprised him with a steamy kiss and ran my fingernails up and down his back. It didn't take him long to register what was going on and he did that sort of half-moan/half-kiss thing that I love. I was nibbling at his neck and then taking off his shirt, his belt, his pants--anything that got in my way. My intention was to give him the blow job to end all blow jobs, but before I could so much as kneel, he spun me around, bent me over the island, and fucked me.

I'm still a little trembly.

No, really. Just writing this catches my breath.

I was splayed over the island, trying to claw my fingers into the countertop, while he gripped my hips and fucked me from behind. It was immediate and delicious and everything I'd been waiting for. And when it wasn't enough, he turned me back around and boosted me up. Everything is a blur and a tangle but I do know my legs were wrapped around his waist, his face was buried in my tits, and I somehow bit my lip open trying--unsuccessfully--to keep from screaming.

After we both finished, I slid off of him somewhat less than gracefully and stumbled my way to bed. No shower, no nothing. Clean might be the ultimate in sexy, but it ends in dirty either way.

Monday, November 23, 2009


The last few months have been pretty difficult from an emotional standpoint. Obviously, this isn't really the forum for me to go into that, but I feel it's only fitting for me to make my next post a tribute to my mama.

One of the things I inherited from my mother was a joy for life and an unabashed zeal for sex. She was always very frank with us about sexuality. In fact, we never actually got "THE TALK" because it was such an open topic at home. While most people get the heeby-jeebies if their parents talk about sex, it was so normal Chez Sparks that it never occurred to me to mind. Thanks, Mom, for the great open-mindedness.

p.s. It's good to get back to the business of pleasure.

Saturday, October 3, 2009

it won't be soon before long

Shortly after my last post, my mom passed away. I'm still trying to put the pieces together for myself.

Sorry if you've been missing me. I'll write again soon. My goal is this week.

Keep your fingers crossed.

Monday, September 14, 2009

this could get messy...

Saturday night. Yes, we fucked outside again. But this time, the neighbors were outside partying next door, so we crept around to the other side of the house with a blanket and fucked on the lawn. At least two or three groups of people walked on the sidewalk past us; I'm absolutely impressed that I was able to be quiet enough to keep them from spotting us. I've got to say though, the idea of getting caught is way hotter when you're inside your house imagining it. Mr. S. LOVES sex outside. Me, I love making him happy. And it's novel, and I'm all about encouraging fun and new and interesting. Looks like I'll be spending a bit of time on my knees in dewy grass.

Then there's the Honeydust. This morning I woke up to the feel of a feather against my thigh. My man had sprinkled some dust there and was in the process of waking me up. Mmmf. I have never wanted to call in sick so badly. I promised him a raincheck for this evening, so I'll be good to review the deliciousness shortly thereafter. When I came home from work, I saw the remnants of this morning's snack all over the sheets. Looks like I'll be spending a bit of time rolling around in raspberry powder.

Maybe we'll invest in a massaging showerhead for all the extra bathing I'll be doing...