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April 22, 2020

My Man, My Husband, My Daddy

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My Man, My Husband, My Daddy

I my Daddy. Originally I wrote a quick description about why I call my husband Daddy in a selfie I took titled, “Naughty Selfies – For my Daddy“. For us, the roleplay has became who we are as a couple.

I have noticed the term Daddy used in various ways. Some couples use it as a form BDSM roleplay, which involves being her man’s sex slave. For instance, I have seen photos of a woman being peed on captioned, “Daddy’s little slut doing what she was made for, being Daddy’s toilet.” Although we are okay with waterplay and have even done photoshoots of golden showers and blogged about sex cocktails, we didn’t do it in the name of Daddy-dom. It isn’t why I call my husband Daddy, nor do I see it as a dominant sexual thing.

For me, it’s a term of endearment. It makes me feel loved and special. Although I am submissive, I enjoy the idea of him taking care of me, being his little girl, and giving me something I never received while I was growing up: a man’s love and attention. And I have no issues with him being a dominant figure, as I am passive by nature anyway.

My Daddy Gets Whatever My Daddy Wants.

My Daddy gets whatever my Daddy wants. And since obviously we do have sex, and we do embrace our roles, it is a part of our sex life. So yes I do suck my Daddy’s dick and do various naughty things that a little girl has to do to keep her Daddy happy. A big part of my role is to be a good little girl so I get the affection and attention I love. However, I am not Daddy’s footstool, toilet, or spit cup. Doing that in the name of Daddy-dom doesn’t make me feel good nor how I want to view my Daddy. To be honest, I’d consider that abusive and not something I see a Daddy doing to his little girl. Even though I’d do whatever he wanted, my Daddy wouldn’t abuse me or belittle me for his pleasure. This is our balance.

With all that said, as his good little girl, I was proud of myself for vomiting on his dick on purpose while giving him a blow job. And he loved it. And I love going to the extreme for him, respectfully.

After vomiting, I ignored the mess in his lap and kept sucking. When he was about to cum, I shoved his dick all the way down my throat, nose and face in my own vomit, and held myself there until I felt his cum pipe quit twitching. I had to ignore every instinct I had, from being grossed out, to show him how dedicated I am to his pleasure. Because it’s what I wanted to do for my Daddy. And in the shower afterwards, I talked in my little girl voice, proud, “Did I do good Daddy?”

And he played his role perfect. Kissed my forehead, told me I have to be careful when I suck his dick, and reassured me that all little girls are supposed to have trouble sucking big dicks.

I melted. Because it’s true.

Here is a bit of what I wrote on a previous blog about my Daddy:

Why do I call my husband my daddy? Because he is my daddy. He is the father of my kids, so naturally I refer to him as dad or daddy, even when talking to my children, because it’s how they know him. This is a point that is never really brought up in articles about women that call their husband’s daddy. Well, when I ask my daughter to tell her father dinner is done, I say, “Tell daddy his dinner is ready.” I naturally refer to him as daddy around the house even when I am not talking directly to him. But that isn’t the only reason. My father was abusive. I never really had a father figure that made me feel like his little princess, or gave me the attention I had read about in stories or seen in movies. So what my daddy gives me has nothing to do with my biological father. At all. It’s more lack thereof.

My daddy protects me, takes care of me, never abuses me, and makes me feel like his little girl. I truly believe every girl loves this type of attention. And a husband’s love can end, a boyfriend’s love can end, but a father’s love? A father forgives his little girl if she makes mistakes. A father is there forever, beyond being married. He has told me that if I cheated, he wouldn’t leave his little girl, because daddy’s don’t abandon their little girls just because they fuck up. Mind you, I would never cheat. But the thought makes me understand the difference between my daddy’s love, and a husband’s love. A husband’s love has it’s limits. My daddy’s love is limitless. And it’s true, a daddy doesn’t turn his back on his little girls. And that’s our relationship. No matter how bad my day, I want to come home and be his little girl. Be taken care of. I’m naturally submissive so I have no issues with him being in charge and even threatening to spank me if I sass off. I love it.

March 18, 2020

Our Amateur Sex Film Career in a Nut Shell – The Webcam Phase

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Our Amateur Sex Film Career in a Nut Shell – The Webcam Phase

Prior to blogging, we were just a horny amateur couple on webcam having sex. Back in our days there weren’t many options, but with sites like Firecams, it wouldn’t be that hard to get your genitals (foot) into the door. It started off as a fun way to be kinky and orgasm with people watching. And as soon as we came, quickly shutting off our webcam and vanishing into the night! It wasn’t about money, much like our blog isn’t about money. It was more about having an outlet to do something sexy and be the exhibitionists we were, legally.

Eventually, it did lead to us becoming professionals. I say that semi smiling because as most of us know, when you do things for free, you are considered an amateur. When you start making money, technically you are a professional. So as professional webcam models, we started putting on private shows and doing whatever we were asked until their money ran out, or our bodies ran out. Either way we became sex slaves to the sound of coins dropping in the chat. Although this was lucrative and fun, it also can be taxing on your spirit. You have to have thick skin. Especially as a couple. Although most of the experiences were positive, it’s that one rude comment that sticks with you after a show. Eventually it just builds up. After a while, we decided to hang up the old webcam and retire. Our professional career didn’t last long, but for those that did catch us on late at night doing whatever it was they asked, I assumed they enjoyed themselves. We did.

Moving on from Amateur Webcams

We then moved on to sex blogging and uploading videos of the things we blogged about. As a lot of our long time readers know, we started our blog with a huge archive of our amateur sex videos we had uploaded. Some of our videos had millions of views, but nonetheless, we gradually we removed them. Over time our bodies changed, jobs changed, and blog changed. Originally it was all about step by step instructionals on how to deepthroat. We figured it only made since to verify with videos. But later our blog got more in depth with our lives, relationship, questions and answers, and less about teaching women to deepthroat or sniff cum like it’s a drug.

Sorry for all those that now visit our amateur webpage with promises of videos going along with our blogs only to be met with [DELETED]. The power of never being famous and making mediocre quality videos is that when they disappear, no one notices! They used to tell us, “Don’t upload your sex videos because it’s online forever!” In this day and age, don’t flatter yourself. Your porn isn’t online forever if you aren’t deepthroating a dildo the size of your entire arm. Not these days. No one cares, and we aren’t as unique as we’d like to believe. There is just too much amateur porn floating around for anyone to care about yours. Rather than fapping, saving it to the hard drive, and revisiting it later, it’s more about simply hitting the “favorite” button for later. You can now go to the amateur videos on all the various porn websites, masturbate to the first 10 videos before you finally cum, and tomorrow there will be 10 more new ones waiting for you on the front page. No one cares. And in the past, people caring too much about what you do in your sex life was the biggest thing that kept amateur couples all over the world from uploading their random videos and sharing their sex sessions with the rest of us.

In hindsight, being an amateur webcam couple was a fun experience. But we were doing that type of thing when it had so much negative stigma to it. The idea that bad decisions haunt you forever was constantly in the back of our minds. It isn’t until you decide that sex isn’t bad or something you should be ashamed of that the stigma disappears. Especially as a couple that is married or in a very committed relationship. As we get older it has now became more of an issue of, “Dang, where is that old video where we looked so damn hot! Why didn’t anyone save it!” More and more webcam models and social media kinksters are asking their followers for old photos of themselves! Not only did these things not haunt us, we regret not saving them ourselves. I have found videos of us uploaded to random sites (not by us) years ago and redownloaded them to archive! Not only did it not haunt us, it archived it for us so we get to keep our memory.

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February 19, 2020

Dirty Talk: Exploring Bisexuality With My Childhood Best Friend

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Exploring Bisexuality With My Childhood Best Friend

The Dirty Talk Intro & Disclaimer: Everything in the story below is random and created on the spot while massaging and giving a handjob to my husband. No filters, no rules, no boundaries; just a story and situation created to help my husband orgasm and enjoy our experience together. We do this for intimacy and find handjobs less destructive on our bodies than having sex daily (our bodies just can’t handle penetrative sex each day). All dirty talk is usually pure fantasy. I use this dirty talk as a form of mental porn for my husband while he is in a vulnerable state due to being touched and massaged. Sexual intimacy can also help reduce feelings of anxiety and depression as it triggers the release of three mood-boosting chemicals — dopamine, endorphins and oxytocin. I usually also get really wet because my own naughty thoughts push my own personal boundaries and really turn me on. This is why it’s so fun. Unlike giving a blowjob or going through the theatrics of sex, you both connect thoughts together and create sexual stories in the heat of the moment. He trusts me and we both love this natural vulnerability. I can almost get inside his head and control his fantasies, dirty thoughts, and talk him into an orgasm in the exact moment my story hits it’s climax. During my stories he will ask me questions while I talk. I will include these to the best of my memory. In fact, every story is to the best of my memory, as I do not know remember all the exact details.

Exploring Bisexuality With My Childhood Best Friend

I was a bit hesitant with this story as some things are hard for me to open up to. My husband could sense that this fantasy wasn’t something I was more reserved about, simply because I had never done anything with my childhood friends. I do get why it’s kinky, but I also get a bit jealous because I am sharing intimate details about my idea of their bodies. If that makes sense.

Do you want me to talk about having a sleep over with my friend?

Yea, what friend?

Stella.

How old are you?

I am 16.

How old is she?

17.

Are you going over to her house?

No, she is going to stay with me for the night.

What are you wearing?

I am wearing sweats and a loose tank top.

Are you wearing bra?

No.

Are you wearing panties?

Yes, a thong.

Stella comes over and knocks on the door.

How does she look?

Pretty. She always looks pretty.

What is she wearing?

Baggy sweats and a t-shirt.

Is she wearing a bra?

No, we never wear bras when we have sleepovers.

Can you see her nipples poking through her shirt?

Yes, her nipples are perky and I can see the outline of them through her shirt.

How big are her breasts?

Me and her probably have the same size breasts.

Does she smell good?

She smells amazing. She always smells good and looks pretty. Sometimes she wears too much make up but today she doesn’t have very much on.

We rented a scary movie and decided to watch it up in my bedroom. We are both sitting on my bed side by side.

Do you and your friends sleep in the same bed when they sleep over?

Yes, me and my friends always sleep in the same bed during sleepovers.

So we are upstairs sitting with our backs against the pillows on the bed. The movie is scary, so we are sitting kind of close.

Are your parents home?

My parents are gone for the night so it’s just us. That’s why the movie is extra scary. We do not have any adults around us.

I lean my head on her shoulder and she smells amazing. Not sure why, but I slowly slide my head down her shoulder to her chest, and can feel her breasts rubbing on the side of my face.

I wait to see if she makes a sound or pushes me away, but she doesn’t. I reach up and wrap my hand around her stomach and up her ribs. She leans her head back and closes her eyes.

Have you ever talked to her before about being bisexual or liking girls?

No, never. We are both virgins and have never had any conversations about sex or our sexuality.

I slide my hand inside her shirt. I move slow because I am still nervous she is going to stop me. Neither of us have done this before.

She doesn’t stop me so I slide my hand further up and grab her breasts. I can feel her nipples hard and her skin feels so soft.

Do you kiss her?

No, not yet. I don’t want to kiss her. I just want to feel her breasts.

I can feel my husband’s dick get hard and soft throughout our conversation. Some things turn him on, but some things just peak his interest so he loses his erection. I try my hardest to keep us focused on the sexy.

I want to see her breasts so I lift up her shirt and look at them for the first time. They look amazing. Young and perky. They are about the same size as mine except her nipples are smaller.

About what size?

About the size of a half dollar.

I put them in my mouth. I just want to suck on her breasts. She puts her head back and moans. She loves me sucking on her breasts.

I am a bit more curious and want to feel between her legs. I start moving my hand down her stomach and reach inside her sweats. She has on panties so I slide my hand under them as well. She is so hairy. She has a huge bush and has probably never shaved before. It feels so amazing. I slide my hand lower so I can feel the wetness between her legs.

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December 4, 2019

Wearing My Wife’s Used Panties

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Wearing My Wife’s Used Panties

When I first got married I went through a phase with my wife that included experimenting with sexy undies, shaving my legs, and exploring various adult curiosities that you aren’t allowed to explore until you live with someone else that enjoys trying new things with you. However, I never imagined I’d feel sexy wearing my wife’s used panties. And honestly, from the beginning, my wife made it clear, she wasn’t cool with variations in my undergarments. It just wasn’t attractive to her.

Below are selfies of my wife wearing the same panties, taken the day before my selfie above.

The History of Wearing My Wife’s Used Panties

When my wife and I first moved in together, neither of us really knew what was or wasn’t appropriate. All we knew was that now that we were “adults” things would change and we could do whatever our young hearts desired. Walk around nude, have sex at any time, dance around naked playing air guitar together, and pee in each others faces for fun. Finally we got to to all the things adults do when they are all grown up! Oh boy!

I remember shopping one day and I saw male thongs at the local store. I recall thinking to myself, “I am going to look sexy as hell in these. Should I buy the slight thongs or pure thongs that look like dental floss?”

“Dental floss it is!”

I bought the thongs and rushed home to try them on. I remember looking in the mirror, unable to fully put my sac inside the thong, so half a testicle on each side was kind of hanging out. My penis also didn’t stay where it belonged so I laid it along the waist line hoping to cover it with the strings that wrap around my hips. Although not much coverage, I felt it still looked great and just knew my wife would love it. She was still at work and she wouldn’t be home for a few hours. So I just kept the thongs on and otherwise was nude on the couch. Just wearing the thongs made me horny with excitement and I couldn’t wait to see her face.

Unfortunately I passed out on the couch and when she walked in, I was laying there, turned away from the door, with my ass and thong exposed to the world. Unable to put on my Zoolander look to make the thongs more appealing, my wife walked over to me and let me know she was home. I believe she was too uncomfortable to even touch me because she kind of hit/tapped me on the shoulder like you would if you were waking up a bum on a park bench. I stood up. My vision a bit foggy from still being tired, penis plump from falling asleep horny with man thongs on, each ball hanging out the side of the thong because the fabric could no longer hold half of them inside, and the floss like backside of the undies totally hidden by my ass cheeks. My wife didn’t say a word. She didn’t laugh, she didn’t smile, she didn’t blink…I am unsure if she even took a breath to be honest. After this awkward 20 seconds, which seemed like an hour, I asked her if she liked them?

My wife looked at me and responded as stoic as I had ever seen her, “Please throw those away and never put anything like those on again.”

I was immediately defensive and I used the old line, “You said you loved me and I would look sexy in anything…”

She looked me up and down and responded, “I lied.”

I never put on thongs again.

My First Time Wearing My Wife’s Used Panties

Fast forward 20 years and a Christmas photo shoot where we were planning on doing role reversal for entertainment on our blog. The idea was to take photos the opposite of what we had taken 7 years earlier. For instance, if my wife was bent over in front of a Christmas tree with a yo-yo tying her hands behind her back, with the title, “Santa’s Workshop”, we’d do the same with me. So we’d put her panties on me, tie my hands behind my back, and try to take the same photo 7 years later.

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December 2, 2019

7 Years – Our Christmas Past and Present (s) – Santa’s Sex Workshop

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7 Years – Our Christmas Past and Present (s)

Santa’s Sex Workshop

It all started in December 2012 with our 25 day photo shoot we did leading up until Christmas. It was actually a bigger task than we thought it would be. But we had fun and 25 days of memories. Now, in 2019, we are going to try and do a more comedic approach maybe. Maybe sexy. We will try to reverse roles and see how the pictures turn out. I assume silly as hell, but it should be fun…

Let’s stop the intro there for this one….

Look closely at the picture above. Because we did try a role reversal photo. We set up a smaller tree, the train tracks, and even had a yo-yo, although a different color. And let me just say, the panties were no longer pink, but more of an off grey with a touch of pink. Yes, we still had the same panties! The ass was that of an old hairy man with skinny legs (me?!), and the bulge was an actual hairy ball sack. In my mind, it could have been great. If I was young with a sublime ass. If I was still shaving and perfectly trimmed. If I had been doing squats for the last 10 years and my body was a perfect sculpture of the statue of David. Alas, this photo shoot wasn’t meant to be published. If you are on social media and happened to click in, you are welcome. If you just came by the blog for the first time, you are welcome too! But thankfully it’s the spirit of Christmas here at our blog, and it’s the thought that counts!

What I did do last night for the first time was put on a pair of my wife’s old panties. This isn’t something I ever found sexy to look at, but I did get a strong feeling of connection. So much so, that I suggest I start wearing her used panties the next day after she wore them. I know, I am embarrassed even typing that. A bit emasculating, but my response from her was pretty intense. My wife said, “That would be so hot. Like almost complete pussy and body worship.” So we will see what happens with that.

Otherwise, let me add to our previous blog. Here is our favorite little hidden gem we found last year when we were making a lo fi Christmas playlist. Our new tradition for our December 1 blog: We LOVE the movie National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation.

*edit: We added the photo from the 2019 photo shoot. This is your last warning. lol. Do not scroll down unless you want to see old man ass in pink panties!