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#WickedWednesday: So I Asked SilverHubby about ‘Proud’

And this is what he said …

#proud
Yes, I am a proud person.  Does that sound arrogant?  Perhaps.  Yet I have been called a ‘warm and fuzzy dom’ in the past because, apparently, a small group of people I used to know thought it odd that I am romantic as well as being very physically and emotionally demonstrative.  Odd because a top and a dom shouldn’t behave like that.  To which I would today reply “Bollocks!”  Subtle enough?  Those same people would find it equally odd that I love it when Silverdrop pegs me, and that there is no BDSM element to that side of our relationship.

I have moved on.

Anyway, here are some of the things I am proud of:-

  1. That Silverdrop is my wife/best friend/lover/sub/fuckbuddy/hero.
  2. That Silverdrop can always see the best in me, even when I am being too hard on myself.
  3. That Silverdrop knows in her heart, and often tells me, that I am a “Good man.”
  4. That even when we are both in pain from our disabilities, I can still make Silverdrop smile or laugh.
  5. That Silverdrop has a smile that can light up a room and I can be the cause of it.
  6. That I can make Silverdrop growl when we’re fucking/being fucked, and she me.
  7. That Silverdrop is proud of me.
  8. That I am not too proud to ask for help when I need it … eventually.  🙂
  9. That I served my country.
  10. That I have broken away from the racism and bigotry other members of my family still display.
  11. That I am secure enough in my own personality and sexuality to be openly pansexual.
Hmm, is that not what you were expecting when I said I am proud?

Previous posts from So I asked SilverHubby here

#TMITuesday: Describe It

1. Describe your or a lover’s penis with a movie (or song) title.
Silverdrop (SD): Big Time, by Peter Gabriel

SilverHubby (SH): There for Me 


2. Describe your pussy or a lover’s pussy with a movie (or song) title.
Silverdrop (SD): Tangled (seriously could do with a trim)

SilverHubby (SH): There for Me

3. Describe your last sexual encounter with a song title.
Silverdrop (SD): Doin’ Da Butt by Experience Unlimited 
SilverHubby (SH): Too Much Love Will Kill You by Queen


4. Describe your body with a song title.
Silverdrop (SD): Love is a Battlefield by Pat Benetar

SilverHubby (SH): No One Like You by Scorpions [Purely the title, not the lyrics]

5. Describe your sexual appetite with a book, song, or movie title.
Silverdrop (SD): Making Love Out of Nothing at All by Air Supply

SilverHubby (SH): Good Girls Go to Heaven (Bad Girls Go Everywhere) by Meat Loaf

Bonus: Recommend your favorite sexy, sensual or kink oriented book.
Silverdrop (SD): The Erotic Mind by Jack Morin
SilverHubby (SH): Anal Pleasure and Health – not that we’re into anal. (Also by Jack Morin)

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Sex Talk Saturday: The Mistress and the Fool (Fiction)

A tarot playing card showing the fool, a brightly dressed young man with a pack over one shoulder and a flower in the other hand. He approaches a precipice with sea waves below, with a white dog happily leaping at his feet.

She introduced herself as Calahan, and no one knew her first name. Her most striking feature was a no nonsense buzz-cut. She had dark skin, maybe part Indian, and was tall, with a muscular build. She wasn’t trying to disguise her gender in any way, but her clothing, haircut, and general presentation was completely masculine. She was an officer in the army, and when she needed some time off base to unwind, she went to his pub to play pool. At least, he thought of it as his pub. He didn’t own it, or even work there. It was just two buildings down from his flat, so he was there most nights.

After a lost bet that had him washing her car with his own shirt, he started calling her Mistress, and she didn’t seem to mind. She even barked orders at him occasionally, as casually as if he were one of her new recruits.

When someone at the office sold him a couple of tickets to a charity ball, he turned up at the pub that night, and took her hand with a bow and a flourish. “Mistress, I beg you will do me the honour of allowing me to escort you to the Memorial Hospital Masquerade Ball.”

She smirked at him. “Beg harder.”

So he did – falling to his knees and hamming it up until she couldn’t stop laughing.

When he saw her that night, he was stunned. He’d never seen her in a dress before, but she’d gone all out – a gold floor-length number that was strapless, backless, clingy, and with a slit up to oh-god-yes. He could even see a hint of a garter strap. She wore a matching half mask, with a few feathers attached.

Gus ogled her openly, and she twirled to show off. “You like it?” she asked, in the tone of a lady who already knew the answer.

“Holy shit, Woman. You look like gold-plated sex.” Gus answered. He was dressed as a Tarot Fool, and he certainly felt the fool next to her.

“Oh? What happened to ‘Mistress’?” she asked.

“I humbly beg forgiveness, Mistress. May your Fool escort you to your carriage?”


The dance passed in a blur. Calahan seemed to know everyone, so Gus wasn’t able to keep her to himself. But whenever he was favoured with a dance, she gave him her complete attention. When the dance style permitted, he indulged in a bit of grinding. He wanted her to know exactly how much she turned him on, even if she slapped him for it. Instead, she leaned close, bit his ear, and whispered, “Not here.”

When the dancing ended, and the Master of Ceremonies went to the mike to start announcing the winners of the various silent auctions, Calahan took his hand. “Let’s get some fresh air,” she said.

Gus wasn’t about to disagree. The pair went outside, doing their best to dodge the inevitable group of smokers near the door, and walked along the quiet downtown streets.

Without warning, Calahan took him in her arms, dipped him low, and gave him the most unforgettable kiss of his life. Was it embarrassing to be so completely dominated by a woman in a public place? Maybe. Was it worth it? Oh hell, yes! Gus clung to her, and kissed her back with every bit of passion he could muster. She finally pulled him up to his feet again, and squeezed his ass. “A promise for later,” she said with a smirk.

Gus pushed her up against the wall. “Fuck ‘later’,” he growled, and this time, he was in control of the kiss, and she was the one in the role of the submissive. If he’d been able to think at all, he might have been surprised that she responded so eagerly, but the closest thing in his mind to a conscious thought was that he had to have her, here and now.

He reached down to pull aside her dress, its scandalous slit giving him easy access, and discovered that she wasn’t wearing panties. He slid a pair of fingers inside, making a come here motion against her G-spot, while his thumb pressed down hard on her clit. She screamed into his mouth, and he kept it up, forcing her to come, again and again, until he finally had mercy on her, taking his fingers out of her pussy and pushing them into her mouth. She sucked on them hungrily and looked into his eyes with a dazed expression.

“Fuck me, please Gus,” she pleaded, when she was finally able to speak. “Stop teasing me.”

He ran a finger down her cheek, and then used it to trace her swollen lips. With a grin on his face, he couldn’t resist answering, “Beg harder.”

From the Toybox Review: Aslan Cherry Jaguar Leather Harness

Each Friday, we will choose an item from Silverdrop’s Toybox to review, either sponsored by a manufacturer or retailer, or an item we choose ourselves.


Aslan Cherry Jaguar Leather Harness

Disclosure: Eden Fantasys provided this item at a discount in exchange for an unbiased review, and it was accepted on that basis.

Pros:

  • Beautiful
  • Lovely feel to the leather
  • Makes my ass look GREAT
  • Lifetime guarantee

Cons:

  • Metal parts may tarnish
  • Leather will stretch over time
  • Dildos with balls may not fit
  • Heavier in use than the RodeoH

Summary:

It’s beautiful, sexy, and fits well. It makes me feel smoking hot when I’m wearing a cock for my husband because of how much it drives him wild seeing me in it. It’s awesome for pegging or just for bedroom gender play. I love it. He loves it. With the lifetime guarantee, we’ll be using this for many years to come. However, it doesn’t get five stars due to the possibility of metal parts tarnishing, and the fact that it simply can’t live up to the brilliant (and much less expensive!) RodeoH harness when it comes to comfort and ease of use.

Click through to read the full review or follow the jump for loads of photos.

4 out of 5 stars

product picture
Double strap harness by Aslan Leather
Material: Leather
Safety:

Seriously, this thing is fucking gorgeous!

Part 9: So I Asked SilverHubby About WTF Happened Last Night?

And this is what he said …

So, last night.

Wow!

Where did that come from?

I guess I’d better explain for the benefit of our regular reader.

Last night Silverdrop wasn’t feeling physically up for penetrative sex and asked me if I wanted a wank.  I often masturbate.  Sometimes she actively helps me to varying degrees, other times she snuggles with me while I do it.  Last night she was actively helping me by stroking my cock, sometimes solo, sometimes with both our hands.

She often experiences what we call ‘sympathetic orgasms’ when we do this i.e. she will cum (usually quite a small one) when I do – it is quite nice when this happens [understatement alert].

Last night though, something strange, wonderful and, frankly, a little weird happened.  As my orgasm built up, so did hers.  We were precisely in tune.  At one point, my arm gave out, and her orgasm subsided along with mine.  We got back to it quickly, and it happened again.  Our orgasms built precisely in time with each other’s.  We came at the same time.  We almost always do come together, but this was different.  I can best describe it (and Silverdrop agrees) by saying that we both had the same orgasm – our orgasm, if you like.  As I said, we almost always orgasm at the same time, but each of us is experiencing their own climax.  This was different – only I was receiving direct physical stimulation, but we shared an orgasm and it was incredible.

Has anybody else ever experienced anything like this?

Also, I can’t tell you how disappointed we’re going to be if we can’t do it again.

 

Previous SilverHubby posts here.

#WickedWednesday: A memory in three parts

#wave

I waved goodbye as he drove away. We were amicable at the end, when we’d been living apart for several months. After the paperwork had been signed. After he knew I wasn’t going to change my mind. But he moved away, and that was for the best. We had been friends before we were married, but once we were no longer married, we couldn’t have stayed friends. It needed to be over.

I went inside and hugged my parents and cried and rode the wave of grief, hating not that it was over, but that I had let it drag on as long as it had. Stretching a relationship that would have been a fun first fling into something that it could never be. Had it ended after six months, or a year, I could have called it a successful relationship. As a marriage, it could never have been anything but  failure.

Sometimes I remember his hair, long and blonde. After a shower, he’d leave it loose, hanging in waves past his shoulders as it dried. He was careless of it, in comparison to the meticulous attention I gave to my own, shorter locks. And somehow, his hair looked like the kind you’d see in a shampoo advert. But only for me. Everyone else just saw it scruffy and tied back. He didn’t understand that it was beautiful.

#TMITuesday: Finish my sentence for me.

Complete each sentence with an anecdote of sexual adventure or misadventure:

1. The first time I . . .
Silverdrop (SD): … heard him say that he loved me, I didn’t know how to respond. I asked him what colour knickers I should put on.
SilverHubby (SH): … ever held Silverdrop in my arms.  It was in an airport arrivals area.  My flight was still showing as ‘In Customs’, so she wasn’t expecting me through yet and was sitting there quietly reading a book (yes, a real book back in those days).  I scooped her up into my arms and we squeezed each other like we never wanted to let go.  I whispered “Cum now.” in her left ear – and she did.


2. The last time I . . .
Silverdrop (SD): … spent the night in a bed alone was over six months ago. Sometimes I have nightmares. I’m glad I have someone to cling to now when that happens.
SilverHubby (SH): … told a partner that I was bisexual, it went very badly. When I told Silverdrop, that was when she decided she wanted me.


3. The only time I . . .
Silverdrop (SD): … ever regretted sex was when I had a one-night stand in college with a guy who completely lost all interest in me after that. I’m still very grateful that I didn’t get an STI.
SilverHubby (SH): … ever wish Silverdrop’s body was other than the cuddly, girly shaped body that it is, is when I see her wearing a strap-on. Because then I wish she had a biological cock so I could suck her balls dry.


4. My best . . .
Silverdrop (SD): … fuck always seems to be the most recent. Seriously, how does that work? How does he just keep getting better and better?
SilverHubby (SH): … friend is also my lover and wife. Which means I have a wife and a fuck-buddy! Does that mean we’re friends-with-benefits?


5. My worst . . .
Silverdrop (SD): … sex ended with a trip to the emergency room with a locked jaw. Needless to say, nobody came.
SilverHubby (SH): … sex ever was a so-called “mercy fuck”. This was with a previous partner who never really liked sex, but felt that she sometimes had to give it to me. I still feel embarrassed that I took it.


BONUS: Everyone, however much experienced, still has some unfulfilled desires. What is at the top of your yet-to-do list?
Silverdrop (SD): … I’d love to go to a kinky play party.
SilverHubby (SH): … MMF threesome. I’m pansexual and love cock as much as I love pussy. We could also fulfil Silverdrop’s double penetration fantasy while we’re at it. That’s assuming I could get her hands and mouth off of two cocks long enough to penetrate her. 😉


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