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December 14, 2012

Golden Showers and Peeing Myself

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Golden Shower waterfall from mouthGolden Showers and Peeing Myself

Without my husband being the wiser, I followed @LenoirGold on Twitter because of his love for water play, or what it is commonly referred to as “the golden shower.” I’d been planning on a new photo shoot and this was going to be it. It wasn’t until about a week or so later when I made the suggestion that I should pee in my panties on camera to my husband. He was down to do it, as he is always down to do anything with me. We thought of different ways to do it: “Doing it in the shower is going to be corny.” I thought about doing it outside (which was the idea that we originally agreed on) or on the couch with plastic tarp or even in a kiddie pool. Then I got it. I would combine bondage and water play together.

What Is A Golden Shower?

At its most basic, the term “golden shower” ― also known as “urine play” or “water sports” ― is slang for a sex act involving urine. It’s the act of peeing on or around your partner(s), or getting peed on yourself….

It’s a fetish, more common in the dominant/submissive role-play scene.

So Let The Golden Waters Flow…

Golden ShowerNaturally I am submissive so I was excited. But I wasn’t just going to be submissive, I was going to let him give me a golden shower while orchestrating the photoshoot.  So a bit of a balance.  I planned what I was going to wear, the way I’d be tied up, I even told my husband to drink a few glasses of water about an hour before the shoot. I was thrilled to get to be the writer, director, and producer. I felt like how M. Night Shyamalan must have felt while directing “Lady in the Water.”  My husband knew somewhat what my plans were, but for the most part I was steering him. I asked him to help blindfold me, using an old t-shirt I had torn and cut into long strands of cloth.  I then asked him to help place me in the corner of the tub so I can squat and get the feel of the shoot.   Once in place, I told my husband where the rope was and asked him to tie my legs and hands together using the rope and other torn t-shirt strip.   My husband bound my wrists with nylon rope and tied my feet.  I was now helpless, completely in my husband’s control except for his willingness to keep me happy.  I trust him completely.  He lifted my skirt and exposed my pink panties. I chose pink for a reason.

I have a Golden Shower Surprise

dry panties before the golden showerI asked him to get a few pics of me “cowering” in the tub.  I felt like a prisoner whose captors were photographing  for the news reporters. I kept my head low and cocked to the left, trying to look as innocent as possible. He stood over me and pulled my head back using my hair, but I willingly followed the tug.  At this point, we were both in control.  He snapped a few pics with his cock near my face (which may be shown later if we add more photos — we like to keep the shoots around 20 photos).  I wanted to stuff it in my mouth and suck it until it got hard, but I had to show some restraint and wait until later.  I then felt him beat his penis on my face and he even put his cock inside my blindfold.  These are things he does on his own, as the power of me being helpless  begins to give him an adrenalin rush.  At one point, I believe he put his foot on my throat, taking pictures of me helpless and totally under his control.  I love it.

wetting myselfMoving away from me, I hear him shuffle to the other end of the tub.  He told me to keep my mouth open. There is silence. I can’t see a thing, but I know what he’s doing: he’s releasing the micturition reflex, which relaxes the muscles in your urethra, releasing urine from your bladder. I’m eager to taste his hot urine, and then I  feel it fountain into my mouth. I take a mouthful in and half way seal my lips. I feel his stream hit my face, my chest, down my tank top, over my skirt. I look at where I think the camera is and open my mouth to reveal it full of his urine.  He again grabs my hair and pulls my face to the camera.  I gargle his urine, letting it bubble over my tongue, before finally letting it dribble onto my chin and down my chest again. I swallow the rest in my mouth. It’s a pungent taste, like overcooked beef.

peed my pantiesI lay there and listen to the camera snap photos.  I feel him open my legs, I believe to take photos of my panties.   To our surprise, my panties are still dry.  Since my husband figured we were still doing the outside shoot with me peeing in my dress, he didn’t drink the water like I asked him to earlier.  Frustrated, I tell my husband to aim the camera between my legs so I can try to play with myself.  As my husband unknowingly takes shots of my panties, I relax my  body and release. The pictures revealed later just how well my pink panties looked as the pool of pee in my crotch darkened the cloth and puddled around my black skirt. The air is filled with the smell of our fluids. It’s not just in my mouth. I stand up and my husband takes a few more pics of my pee-soaked body and clothes. My face and body was glistening with wetness.  My husband then demanded I take my pee soaked blindfold and move it down to my mouth (photos for our own personal collection).  I again taste his urine, deep in my mouth and on my lips as I watch him take photos of me, soaking wet with urine.  It felt so wrong and dirty, but I loved it.

Cleaning Off After A Golden Shower

soaking wet from our pee and golden showerI took off my clothes and slapped them into my husband’s arms, wetting his nude body with both of our fluids.  I ordered my husband to put it all in the wash. He does it immediately, knowing I am no longer tied up and helpless.   When he returns from the laundry room, he admits that he loved the smell and look.  I nodded and agreed.   He then suggested doing it again and fucking each other while soaking wet with each others’ urine.

If he is good, we will see.

Also….

If he is bad, we will see.

If you want more ideas on what to do with your body fluids, you can check out our ideas on a sex cocktail, which involves urine, saliva, and each others’ cum.  

December 11, 2012

Q&A: I caught my husband masturbating when I was sick

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Alyssa via the internet

I was sick the entire weekend and on Sunday (still suffering but nearing the end of my sickness) my husband was acting really sweet to me.  He came upstairs and asked if I needed anything.  I let him know I could use a glass of water and maybe some cuddle time.  He went downstairs and brought me a huge glass of ice water and kissed me on the forehead.  He said he had to finish up some work on his computer and he’d be right back to cuddle.  After about 20 minutes I was restless so I got up and walked downstairs to check on him.   I thought maybe I would lay in his lap or something while he finished up on the computer. 

Appalled, I watch from the top of the stairs as he is jacking off watching a silent porn on his computer.  At this point I am pissed off so I walk downstairs and stand right behind him.  He has no idea I am there, and I realize he had on headphones.   I hear him grunting and whispering to himself and then I watch him ejaculate.  This was the most disgusting thing I have ever seen him do, I cannot believe my husband still behaves like a horny teenager that jacks off as soon as a responsible adult isn’t around, especially when this responsible adult is sick.  As cums, he puts his head back in chair.  Immediately he notices me standing there.  He hops up as fast as he can trying to put his pants back up.  His filthy cum is all over his hands and clothing.   I absolutely want to vomit at this point.  Disgusted, I reach down and grab his cum off his hand and belt and then slap him straight in the face with it. 

I didn’t say a word and I haven’t spoken with him since.  Did I overreact?  Is it normal for a husband to be so fucking callous and ignore my sick request to cuddle, and instead go downstairs and masturbate to some fucking porn stars?  This behavior is disgusting and I do not know if I will ever get over it.  I also do not get how he could think it was okay to masturbate downstairs, wipe off his little dick and ball germs and come up stairs and hold me?  Again, did I overreact?  Thank you.

Venice’s response:   Have you guys ever addressed this issue before?  Obviously he knows it’s something he needs to keep from you, hence the headphones and the lying about work he had to do.  First, I do believe you overreacted.  This is the kind of reaction I expect  if you caught him having sex with another woman.  But he wasn’t.  Second, he wasn’t having phone sex either, which is still bad because you have to pay for it.  Third, it’s porn.  You can access it on your phone, on your computer, on your television, and even at the gas station.  It’s everywhere.  You can’t keep him from it unless you specifically tell him, “I don’t approve of you watching people fuck.”  Then your husband would know exactly what he can’t do.  Fourth, your situation is a double-edged sword: if you want him to only have sexual relations with you and not porn, then he’ll be an insensitive ass for asking you for sex while you were sick; if he turns to porn, he’s a pervert.  He’s damned if he does and he’s damned if doesn’t.

So where do you go from here? Talk to him about it.  Tell him what exactly pissed you off.  Tell him how disgusted you feel see him jack off.  Tell him you don’t think you’ll ever get over it.  But before you do, think about what masturbating really is.  Every single guy in the world has done it – your dad, your brother, your garbage man, your minister, your high school principal, and the President of the United States.  Your husband isn’t fantasizing of the porn star who’s taking it up the ass by five different dudes and how she’ll iron his clothes in the morning, how she’ll hold him when he’s sleeping at night, or how she’ll comfort him when he’s feeling down.  There’s nothing wrong with what your husband is doing.  It’s as if men are programmed to expel semen their bodies at any and all costs.

What I’m saying is that it’s not the end of the world.  As I said, porn (and sex in general) is everywhere, staring him at the face, making him buy a certain beer, wear a certain pair of shoes, and drive a certain kind of car.  He’s bombarded with it.  The important thing to remember is he’s not acting on his physical impulses.  That would be a different story.  Porn: it’s everywhere, and if you can’t beat ’em join ’em.  Blow your man’s mind and learn to outdo every porn star your husband watches.

Ryan’s response:  I get why you are mad, I think.   You are mad because he was insensitive to your needs, correct?  Not only was he insensitive, he went down and masturbated like everything in life was perfect.  A sick wife upstairs suffering (really?) and wanting to cuddle, but he doesn’t care, he has decided he is going to lie to you so he can go downstairs and watch porn while beating his meat.  I get it.   However, understand this, you were sick all weekend and a man has needs.  Whether you like that idea or not, would you have preferred him to come upstairs and cuddle you, slowly trying to remove your panties so he could stick his dick inside you? Would you have been disgusted if he was cuddling you and got an erection from being turned on (by his sick and suffering wife)? Your sickness doesn’t stop his testicles from producing sperm and hormones that scream in his head all day, “JACK OFF OR GET PUSSY RIGHT FUCKING NOW YOU FUCKING IDIOT”.

You admit that he was being really sweet, so obviously he was taking care of you.  It sounds like he wanted to release some tension and stress and before he did, he wanted to make sure you were totally okay. Obviously cuddling wasn’t in his plans, as he was already worked up and horny.  You carry around  our balls and hormones for a day and let’s see how long you last not getting the release that your most primal instincts are ordering you to do.   It isn’t easy, but he tried to make sure you were okay.  Unfortunately you caught him, which is punishment enough in my opinion.   Even reading this question I was embarrassed for the guy.  Not only did you catch him but then you slapped him in the face with his own semen?   Jesus, the guy has paid his dues already.  Let it go.  Yes, you overreacted.  To answer the question again, yes, you overreacted.  I used to wake up and release my tension, then head to the kitchen and make Venice breakfast.   Do you think she would be disgusted by me for bringing my dick germs to her food?  I think she’d enjoy the meal and an awesome morning of me being able to be sweet to her without ripping off her clothing because I am so horny.  But maybe I am wrong.

December 9, 2012

Control Freak

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Venice this morning, controlling the show

When I first married Venice I quickly learned that she was a morning person.  How did I learn?  Each morning before I could wake up I would feel something rubbing between my legs.  Whether it be pulling my loose ball sac up, which usually hangs below my thighs, up between my legs so she could fondle me, or wrapping her hand lightly around my penis and tickling me in a jack-off motion.  Sometimes I would wake up fully erect with her stroking my penis, sometimes I would wake up as she was pulling off my covers to get on top of me, and sometimes I would wake up right as my dick slides inside her body.   Because of work, responsibility, or just opposite schedules, this morning ritual stopped.

This morning,  I felt Venice’s hand reaching around my body.  For the past week, she has clawed for my penis and usually falls asleep with it in her hand.  I figured she woke up and noticed we moved apart, so I scooted near her so she could hold my penis and get back to sleep.  After I scooted back, I fell back asleep.  I woke up, possibly 10 minutes later, semi erect and Venice rubbing my crotch with dirty intentions.  At this point, I rolled over so she could feel all of my cock rather than half, as half tends to tuck in my lap as I lay sideways.   She moaned in my ear, finally being able to really feel my full cock in her hand.   She doesn’t hesitate to climb on top of me and slowly work her vagina down on my dick.  She wasn’t as wet as she normally is, so she had to carefully work me in, inch by inch, making sure not to tear her insides.  As my dick bottoms out inside her, her vagina begins to wet my entire crotch.  She rides me in a way that her inner g-spot gets rubbed hard enough, that her vagina will leak a very large amount of fluid.  I am not talking normal wetness, I am talking about almost like a physical orgasm that drenches both of our bodies.   This is actually what Venice wanted, because she immediately lifts her body up just high enough for my penis to slide out of her body.  She lowers herself quick enough so that my erect cock slides behind her body, up her back, through her ass cheeks, and rubbing over her anus.  She moves my dick back into her body to reapply her juices, and again, let’s me slide out just enough so that she can lower her body and have my dick slide up her back.   Each time, her ass cheeks and ass get wetter.  The last time, she lifts up, and I feel my dick slide inside her wet vagina again.  I moan, as I feel her tightening her thigh muscles and squeezing my dick.  I look up and she asks, “You like that?”

I whisper back, “I love your pussy.”  I can’t really say much because I am high from the chemicals released in my brain during sex.  I am lost in this feeling, which I admit I am addicted to.

She looks at me and smiles, “That’s my ass, Ryan.”

I snap out of my high for a second and try to feel the texture I am sliding in and out of.   To be totally honest, if done right and the woman is in total control, the change can be very subtle, especially since Venice’s Asian pussy has always been extremely tight.   I close my eyes and concentrate on what I am feeling.  Indeed, I am inside her wet asshole.  I am not sure when the switch was made, but I assume it was that last time she slid down on my dick.  I immediately ask her if she wants me to roll her over and put my cum deep in her ass (please read our article regarding how Venice has became addicted to the cum in her ass — the hormones, it changes her personality, and it makes her extremely horny for the rest of the day).  She looks down and tells me not yet.  She grinds her ass in my lap, moaning the entire time.   She will look down every other minute and ask me to tell her where my dick is.  I immediately respond, half high from our sex, “Your ass baby.”   She moans and smiles, pressing her body against mine as hard as she can to feel my entire dick deep in her body.

I eventually get the sex rush and want to take back my control in the bedroom.  I roll her over, keeping my dick inside her ass, buckle down and start to ram my dick in her as hard as I can.   She moans but still grabs my throat, pushing my head off her body.  She squeezes her hand and tells me to slow down.  Still holding my throat, she warns me, “You better not cum until I tell you.”  The control move failed and I’ve learned my freaky wife loves to be in charge, a true control freak.

I am now putty in her hands and do whatever it is she wants to do while I slowly feel her ass with my swollen dick.  After going over with me different ideas she has for a photo shoot tonight (lol – yes), she calmly says, “Okay, you can cum now.”

I came.

December 7, 2012

The Walking Dead Head

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captSo after drinking all night, Ryan walks up to me and grabs my ass, which is so sore from taking a beating from the night before.  He laughs, I giggle and say it’s not funny but I smile anyway at the idea that my ass has a huge purple mark from last night’s photo session.  That blog is coming soon.  Anyway, Ryan motions for me to take off my shorts.   I notice the huge bulge in his pants.  He dives his face in my pussy and ass, sticking his tongue deep in my rear. Hell yea, we’re about to anal, I think.  After wetting me up good with his tongue, I watch him wet his dick.  I moan, excited to feel the pressure of his fat cock in my ass.  He slowly slides his bald-headed baby Jesus in with no problem.  Being that we’re both so drunk, I’d say my man is skilled enough to land an airplane safely even if he were half-conscious.  The guy’s got skills.

I guess getting real Cialis big-headed, he calmly lays at my side because he decides to get me off by while sucking nipples and rubbing my clit while he fucks my ass.  I look over to Ryan and ask him to get back on top, letting him know this isn’t a good idea.  I know if he can’t stay 100% hard, he’s not going to get that big thing in my tight ass.

He mumbles something half-drunk trying to be sexy and starts rubbing my clit.  I immediately close my eyes as I start to feel the orgasm building.  In seconds, I slowly feel a soft penis slither out of me.  Desperate, Ryan squeezes the base of his penis to bring all the blood forward to create one last effort of what was once a beautiful erection.  This is like trying to shove a loaf of bread in keyhole.  I shake my head, skilled enough to land an airplane…only if he can keep the engine running.  He gives up and lets his penis dangle as he slides one finger in my ass while his thumb rubs my clit.  He’s sucking one nipple with his hand on the other.  Too drunk to feel sorry for him, I close my eyes and focus on my orgasm.

After a few minutes, I climax.  I notice that he’s desperately pulling at his soft penis.  I slide over sideways and start kissing on his nipple while whispering a dirty story to him.  His penis is done.

With my other hand I start tickling his ass and rubbing his balls, which helps get his penis half erect.  This is all he needs.  His legs and muscles tighten up.  He asks if I want to taste his cum.  I get off his shoulder and whisper in his ear that I want to watch it shoot out and eat it off his body.

Before I continue, we have one rule that we aren’t against, but we just don’t do: if Ryan is in my ass, we prefer to keep his dick out of my mouth.  Not that it’s gross, but there’s E-coli..and we are definitely not porn stars.

As I was saying, Ryan’s lying on his back, muscles are tensed up, his ass is arched up in the air, and his once hanging balls now resembles a walnut. Both drunk, I am now watching his cum fly everywhere.  Before he can finish, I attack the sperm on his body.  Being extra silly, I began rubbing my face in his stomach, his cum shooting into my hair and ear.  I turn my head towards his dick, mouth wide open and tongue out.  Ryan immediately reaches and grabs my hair with one hand while his other hand yanks his dick down towards his knee so I couldn’t suck the cum off his dick head.  Drunkenly thinking it’s because he’s sensitive, I playfully make the gagging noise and force my way to his dick.  He’s pulling my hair and screaming, “STOP!!!”  It’s like the scene from “The Walking Dead” when the Governor is holding his young zombie daughter by her hair to keep her from eating him.  I’m almost positive if there was a pillowcase near Ryan, it would be over my head.  Now laughing hysterically, but holding me by my hair, he reminds me that his dick was in my ass.  I laugh and stop.

Shower, blog….still tipsy.

December 7, 2012

A Beautiful Cock

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Venice Bloggs and him Twitter promo pic

Artwork.  For me, artwork is looking down at Venice’s naked ass in front of me as I watch my cock go in and out of her body, either hole.  Artwork is hearing her moans, which is usually the only soundtrack to our sex sessions.  Shooting cum onto my canvas, her body, is also my idea of artwork.   Most men probably feel this way, but I have my own fetish ideas of artwork that may not be normal.  I like the way my balls hang and slap against Venice’s body when we fuck.  I like the way any man’s balls slap against a woman’s body.   In fact, I get more excited thinking about how my balls look and sound than anything else going on during sex sometimes.  I feel a growing penis, halfway erect, is artwork.  I feel a penis is artwork.  I love watching myself half growing in Venice’s hand or mouth.   As much as I love her body, I love watching parts of my own body react to her body.  This is probably a fetish and why I consider myself “open minded”.   I have never done anything with another guy, but I will openly admit that watching another man with his partner would turn me on. I love to watch how both bodies function. I love how a flaccid penis looks.  I love the anatomy of how nipples get erect and a penis grows.  I love to watch a woman’s asshole squeeze as she cums.  I love to watch how the hidden hard dick under a man’s balls, twitches, releasing each cumshot into his shaft and out of his body.  This is artwork for me.  I describe the above as being a body enthusiast.  I can appreciate the beauty of a hard penis, but that doesn’t mean I want to suck it.  The same as I can appreciate a great painting doesn’t mean I want to be a painter.  However, it gives me a great appreciation for what Venice does with her mouth and body.  I can watch her and understand she isn’t just sucking my dick or fucking me, she is making art.  Silly right?

A dick is beautiful and any real woman should want it just as much as the man it’s attached to.  When I was young and would grab my dick, it was almost like it had a life of its own.  I had to hide it from everyone, even myself.  If I was ever caught even touching it, it was wrong and inappropriate.  This thing that hangs openly between my legs, like a whole other limb on our body and we absolutely cannot acknowledge its existence.  So when we finally get a few moments alone, we pull it out and study it.  I would squeeze it and look at the head, and know one day it would be inside a girl’s body and she would love it as much as I loved the thought.  I’d stroke my dick and notice every vein, every curve, every ripple, and excitedly wait to see my semen shoot out from its beautiful head.  I didn’t just think this once, I thought this daily.  After a shower, I would get out and look in the mirror, loving how my dick and balls hang.  I always trimmed myself and kept my penis presentable.  In the bathroom, every time we pee, we grab our dicks proud, feeling if it’s fat from a previous erection or thinned out and shriveled.  If it’s thinned out, it’s a bit depressing, because we love our dicks and we definitely do not like the idea of it being small and malnourished.  Silly right?

We grow up.

Now, as a man, I am supposed to be okay with a woman loving me but not being totally attracted to my penis?   I am supposed to be okay with a woman who doesn’t suck on my dick like it’s the most gorgeous tool she has ever laid her eyes on?  This dick, that I have waited years to share with another person, is an extension of me.  This isn’t just a fucking piece of meat that grows when you take your clothes off, it’s my manhood.  It’s what makes me a man.  It’s artwork.

 I don’t think most women get it.

Fortunately, Venice gets it.  She gets how my mind works and how my penis reacts.   She won’t just tell me my penis is huge, she will describe each inch of it, the same as I would do in my head as a kid.  She will lick down and follow each vein until it disappears into my body, and find another one to trail back up with her tongue to my gland.  She will softly massage my cock for an hour straight, caressing around my legs and balls, studying how it grows and gets soft in her hands.   She loves my dick.   I do not say this as some naïve statement where she has the wool over my eyes and I do not know better, because she didn’t always love my dick.  I know the difference.  She needed time to understand me.  She needed time to get how her man thought.  She is a woman, crafty and adaptive, making sure she keeps what is hers, hers.  I’m hers.

Thankfully Venice also knows how to talk to me.  Maybe, if her husband wasn’t such an enthusiast she could get away with screaming out during sex that she loves my large cock, which, like with most couples, is how she learned to talk dirty from the beginning.   She now leaves that play out of the playbook.   She says things like, “Oh god, you are only halfway in and I can already feel you in the back of my pussy.” She doesn’t have to be vague and say I am big, she can describe what we are doing and still get her point across.  “I can feel your head rubbing against my back walls and your pee hole opening so our insides are touching.”  As she says something like this, I can also feel my pee hole being opened as she grinds her body in circles, my dickhead rubbing her back walls and smashing around inside her.  She doesn’t just talk dirty, she talks anatomy.  She describes my body and its functions to get me off.  She reaches for my balls and tells me how heavy they feel, and that she can feel my cum inside them.  She notices my balls bouncing off her ass or vagina and describes what she feels, even suggesting that she bets all that cum in my balls is splashing around inside them.   When she talks about my sperm, she says things like she will squeeze as hard as she can while I cum, so she can feel each squirt travel through my entire dick and into her body.  If I am in her ass, this isn’t just talk, as we can both feel my sperm slowly travel up my shaft through the tightness, into her body.  The ass seems to be much more sensitive to detail, as she can feel the ridges in my gland, my large veins under my penis, my balls twitches on her butt cheeks as I cum, and each shot of my sperm being left inside her.   A paragraph or a sentence can’t capture the moments, because the entire point was she doesn’t go off a script.  It’s hard to type random comments or behavior, as they constantly change.   Her shit talk is part of our sex, as she describes what she thinks is going on with our bodies, rather than just saying she wants to be fucked harder.  The dialogue changes with each session, which shows me she isn’t off in space somewhere moaning out words to get me off, rather, she is very much in tuned with our bodies and trying to capture with words, what is going on.  Her shit talk is cerebral.  She knows this makes me tick, as she can say something as simple as, “show me where you like to cum”, and I will dig deeper in her body, without her needing to say the cliché, “go deeper”.  She has her own language and we both get it.

Learn each other, learn to love his beautiful cock, and learn to speak your own language.  Your man’s dick is your dick forever, take pride in it.