Morning Wet Dreams

The sun was shining in my bedroom window this morning and I regrettedly opened an eye to peer at the child who came in to tattle on his brother. Pisser. I was in the middle of very nice dream. I quickly settled their dispute and rolled over to feel the warm sun on my face. Amazingly, I drift back to sleep and right back into my dream.

I open my eyes in this dream world where Dave is straddling my face with his freshly shorn cock and balls; sliding it between my lips. This is unlike most of my sex dreams but spot on to the sort of hyper vivid dreams I have been having as of late. Wild, colorful, thrill and anxiety ridden dreams every night and morning for 2 weeks solid. I am grateful this is a dream I want to be in the middle of.

The intensity is unparallelled. I smell the gentle wisp of baby powder caressing his balls, I can feel the heat emanating from his thighs. And his cock, slippery and wet as it glides past my teeth toward the back of my throat. I swear I can feel him dripping on my tongue. Hot and salty. I gasp for air but there is no air to be had and he thrusts even deeper. I swallow and discover I am breathing, but not air- the deeper his shaft pushes, the more my lungs expand and I feel alive, aroused and desperate for more.

I become aware of my own body, my pussy is pulsing, wanting attention. I slide my fingers down to discover I am more than ready. Warm and sticky, my fingers rub along the edges of my swollen lips and slowly slip inside. I am in a world of liquid velvet, grinding against the pressure of my own hand. Dave's cock grows longer and harder to meet my near insatiable need to feel him deeper.

My thighs tighten, my back arches and Dave cums down my throat. I awake once more and discover I am lying in a puddle of warmth. Damn.

Lana's stimulus package

Dave worked late. We IM'd back and forth with talk of jerking off, letting Dave fuck my mouth, tasting my pussy. We generated our list of likes and wants and by the time he got upstairs to our room, Dave's cock was throbbing and ready. He climbed into the bed and pushed my thighs apart, seeking out my pussy and he moaned quietly when he felt how wet I was already.

I stroked his cock and played with his balls while he sucked on my nipple and fingered me until I came. The heightened sense of pleasure I got from cumming when he pushed his tongue across my nipple and bit down made me aware this is what I want tonight. Over stimulate me. I want the clamps and the plug. Dave wasted no time grabbing them out of the drawer and then lubed up his finger, sliding it into my ass. He fucked my ass with his finger and went down on my pussy, sucking my lips, licking until I was about to cum again.

In a fluid motion he grabbed the butt plug and slipped it all the way in. No fucking around, just hard and deep into my ass. I screamed in ecstasy and he shoved his fingers into my pussy while lifting himself up and positioning his cock over my face. He picked up the clamps and prepped my nipples with a few juicy licks and a bite to get them big and hard. He took them one at a time, pulling them as far out as he could and then slowly squeezing the clamp down onto them until they reached full pressure then immediately shoved his cock into my mouth. I imagine my ass filled with his cock, and I grind against his fingers. My nipples are pulsing and he pulls my hair and thrusts his cock to the back of my throat.



I am cumming all over myself, all over Dave. It is hot and soaking wet, the feeling makes me cum again, another giant eruption, I push so hard my cum floods over my hips and down to my ass- I am so primed for a cock, even the plug is not enough for my ass now.

Watching me cum turns Dave on, he starts fucking my mouth harder, pressing my head up against his body and forcing his entire shaft deep into me. I gag and he holds me firm, fucking my mouth fast and hard, touching the very back of my throat with the head of his cock. Oh my god, I am cumming again. My pussy is convulsing, my swollen lips beating up and down, panting for more and dripping with my cum. Dave is loving this- I hold my head still and let him ram me with his cock, the gagging makes my orgasms come more frequently and uncontrollably. I am covered in my own juices and don't want him to stop.

He's ready to fuck. He enters my cunt letting out a deep groan and slides his strong hand up over my tits to my neck. His grip is warm and firm, I swallow and he squeezes my throat just a little. He pushed his cock deeper and I wrap my leg around him to take him in. His breath is heavy in my ear and I cum all over him. I wrap my other leg around his waist and we move together in an intense rhythm. His cheek brushes against mine as he moves to kiss me. His lips are so soft and full, his tongue is like velvet on mine. I can taste my pussy. He moans, the pleasure in his voice is awesome.

I ride his dick, clenching it with all my strength. He kisses me again, aggressively and passionately- I lick his lips and give him my tongue. He sucks on my lips and tangles his tongue with mine. Fucking and panting, he leans closer to me and I can feel his chest as it rubs back and forth over my nipples. They are fat and puffed, spilling out past the clamps. My tits seem to grow larger and reach up to touch him.

I slide my hand up to the back of his neck and into his hair. I pull him close so I can taste the sweetness on his lips again and I feel his cock starting to pulse from deep inside. His moaning gets louder and faster. His heart is beating a million miles an hour. Oh yea, yes, yes, I'm gonna cum inside you. He pushes and his entire body tenses up. He lets out a loud grunt and slows his thrusting down but doesn't stop. He rocks my pussy and I cum one last time, quivering as my juices and his mixing together. He collapses on top of me and we lie still, trying to catch our breath.

This morning I awoke in the middle of a dream about last night. My nipples were fat and hard with anticipation, my pussy sticky and wet. I threw on some porn and fingered myself, making myself cum in seconds at the thought of Dave's big cock hard and naked. God I can't wait until tonight...

Making a list

Dave and I decided to make a list of likes and things we'd like to try when it comes to sex. We know what we like and know a lot about what the other likes but thought this might open up some new areas for exploration, reveal some things we didn't know about each other and just sorta be fun to see how many things we actually do together!

Lana Likes:

-aggressive nipple pinching and biting, clamps squeezing them so tight that they swell up
-finger fucking- making me gush so hard that it hits me on my tits or face
-Dave's beard rubbing my pussy lips while he eats me out
-Getting fucked in all my holes at once- Sliding a lubed plug into my ass while fucking me with a dildo or his hands and shoving his cock into my mouth
-I love it when Dave grabs the back of my head and thrusts his cock deep down my throat.
-When Dave shoves his cock in my ass and slips a dildo into my pussy and rails me
-the taste and smell of Dave's cock
-rubbing my thumb over the fat head of Dave's cock when it's hard. It is hot, dripping, pulsating and silky smooth
-When Dave lets himself get loud
-pushing back against Dave's cock deep up in my ass
-when he kisses me after I suck his cock
-my legs in the air, grabbing his ass and pulling him deeper into me with all my strength
-running my fingers through his hair and scratching his head and back when we're moving slowly together
-when we cum at the same time
-hearing Dave suck and slurp, feeling him bury himself even deeper when I cum all over his face
-How delicious Dave smells: a gentle mix of perfumes- powder, deodorant and cologne combined with warmth, softness and that comfortable, familiar and unique scent that is pure Dave. And I love when Dave runs his face over my breasts, up the side of my neck and inhales deep like he can't get enough

Dave Likes:

-I like to have my cock and balls touched- gently scratching the balls
-eating pussy- the licking, the taste, the cumming. The anticipation of my first taste of Lana's pussy. Before I go inside, before she is wet and dripping. She has this wonderfully delicious and sensual flavor.
-getting my cock sucked- anything and everything about it, all the time
-when Lana sticks her tongue out for me to suck while I'm fucking her
-how hard she cums when I finger her pussy and feed my cock to her at the same time
- pushing my cock up her ass as far as it will go and then trying to push deeper
-When she's cumming and splash everywhere, all over her legs, all wet
-I love how hot and wet it gets when Lana cums with my cock inside her
-sucking me off when I'm ready to cum
-69 with me on top, stuffing my cock into her mouth

Things we'd like to try:

-two cocks in Lana's pussy
-filming stuff:
Dave fucking my ass so I can see what he sees
Close up shots: Lana while she cums and Dave jerking off
Giving Dave a blow job
-Dave's hands on my throat when I'm on my back fucking him
-Lana lying sideways with her head over the edge of the bed, Dave standing at the side of the bed feeding his cock to her mouth
-fingering Dave's ass and making him cum

Communication is everything

Loving someone makes things way the fuck more complicated than one could ever imagine...

I squirt, therefore I am

Dave promised he'd make me cum all over his face. All over his face, dripping from his beard and soaking the whole mid section of the bed through 4 towels folded into 3 layers each. He went straight to town on my pussy, no messing around. Aggressively fucking me with his tongue, sucking my lips and burying his face between my legs. As I start to cum he pushes in further, allowing himself to taste me completely- hearing him gasp for breath, drinking me in only made me cum harder.

Give me your cock, let me suck you off while you eat my pussy. He straddles my face and starts thrusting. The tip of his cock dripped hot and wet down my throat. He slides far past my lips, skimming the length of my tongue and forces himself as far into me as he can reach. I feel the impulse to gag but he doesn't relieve me- he knows I don't want him to. I relax my muscles and jaw and let him shove it down my throat. As he does my thighs tighten, I raise my ass and feed him my cunt, juicy and throbbing.

I catch a breath of air as he slips out, preparing for another thrust. I close my eyes again, letting his balls fall onto my face. His giant cock fucks my mouth. I grab and pull him toward me, his dick is so far down my throat I feel like I will swallow him. I cum again, again, again, again. Wave after wave spray across his face, his torso, my legs. We are dripping wet. I am craving more.

He slowly licks up the drops hanging from body and turns to face me. Within a heartbeat he is ramming my pussy hard with his cock. I wrap my legs around him, pulling him down and I hold his face close to mine. We rock back and forth together in perfect sync. Finding the groove with Dave is like magic. It feels like he somehow manages to dive in deeper than he already was, touching every nerve ending perfectly. He is panting, he starts moving faster and I ride him back just as fast, just as hard.

I know time is passing but I cannot quantify it. I am wrapped in my man- I see nothing, I hear nothing but his breath and mine, and then we are moaning. I feel him explode as one last wave wells up inside me and trickles down to envelop his beautiful cock. He collapses onto my chest and I hold him tight. Awesome.

Cock Rings, Nipple Clamps and Dildos

The mail came at precisely 12:43. I flew out to the box, eager with anticipation and flung the door open to reveal the package I'd been waiting for. The discreet SBP in the upper left corner, awesome! I texted Dave to let him know what I had in store for this evening... ohhhh I can't wait.

We were a well oiled machine getting everyone into bed at a reasonable hour and as soon as the doors were closed I tore into the Priority Mail packaging. A new cock and ball ring for Dave, nipple clamps for me. Dave gets hard trying on the ring. That's not going to work. Okay, put it down, let me go take a shower, you think about something not sexy and we'll do this again in a little bit. I masturbated in the shower, I couldn't help it. Thinking about Dave's juicy cock all wrapped up in leather and rubber. I flipped the shower head to pulse and let it beat on my pussy with steaming water until I sprayed all over the place. I'm throbbing and dripping, ready for more.

Something to know about Dave. He's almost never not hard. For anyone unfamiliar with cock rings you have to put them on when your junk is "flaccid" and with the prospect of dirty sex on the horizon, this is no easy task. I put the most unsexy TV show on I could find and try hard not to look his way so he can focus. He slides the ring onto his cock but the leather strap feels small. Here, let me help you out. I cradle his balls in my hand, salivating as I look down at the now rock hard cock in front of me. I gently bring the two ends of the leather together and snap them on the loosest fitting. Wow, that looks pretty fucking cool.

We're having sex right fucking now. Dave's fingers find their groove quickly and bring me to my first orgasm in minutes. Adding more thrust and a bite on my nipple, here comes the next one- this one is giant, a wave rushes over his hand and as he pushes in, he takes my cum with it, spraying it up over my hip and nailing me in the arm. My elbow is in a puddle. He dives over to the dresser drawer and pulls out the dildo. As he fucks me with it, he positions his own cock over my face and I eagerly take him in. I swallow his whole cock deep into my throat and he moans- suck my balls. The C&B ring has them bundled in a pefect package for me, I can easily take them both in and roll them gently over my tongue. He grabs the back of my head and shoves me down over the shaft again, holding me there until I cum what seems like gallons.

Oh jeez, I'm gonna fuck you. I need your cock in my pussy, please. Just for a minute, just let me feel you before you fuck my ass. Dave obliges, hot and hard- I can feel another wave coming. He grabs the nipple clamps and puts them on me. I scream and he slides out, grabbing the dildo again and slipping it back in. I am so fucking wet we don't need lube. And in a heartbeat my legs are over his shoulders, his cock is pumping my ass while the dildo moves in perfect sync. Oh my god you feel so fucking good. I could ride this cock forever. I'm gonna cum again, I'm gonna cum all over your cock. You like feeling my hard cock in your ass? I moan and pull him in closer and tighter with my legs.

Dave's breathing is heavy and quick, I spread my legs wide and thrust upwards, taking in as much of his cock as I can. And with that, he blows his load and keeps fucking me as I cum one last time.

Collapsing onto the bed, in a wet and exhausted mess, we both reach for our beer and take a quenching sip. Nice.

But my cock is happy and that's what matters...

cock waggling, roses, little notes... crap I gotta remember not to start blog posts when I'm high as a kite (or if I do, I need to finish them and not leave them until later because then I have a hell of a time trying to sort out what it was that I was thinking!)

"Do you remember the first time you brought me roses? I was in the shower trying to recall how I spelled 'whoreish' in my last post and my mind drifted from spell check, to blow jobs to the time I next saw you after our first night together. You were standing at the top of my third story staircase with horrible orange plaid carpeting holding the grandest bouquet of long stem red roses I had ever seen. I guess my cock sucking skills caught your attention, those fuckers were giant!"

Showing affection is something you've always done thoughtfully and selflessly with me- from little notes left in my medicine cabinet and dresser drawers, to cards left on my pillow when I'm not looking -for no reason other than because you rock, to the year you made me a birthday CD and inserted it into the CD player you installed in my car as a gift; setting it to play "Birthday" by the Beatles when I turned on the car.

And in more recent years I laugh at our silly affectionate and flirty and dirty ways: Cock waggling- defined as removal of your cock from whatever dressings it was in for the sole purpose of grabbing it and waggling it around in an attempt to make me laugh and/or get a quick little stroke or lick. The hand warmer- slipping my hands down your pants and cupping your balls while gently scratching them until you purr. Humpin' my ass- (just like it sounds) when you come up behind me at the sink our counter and press your rock hard cock against my ass, enticing me to press back against you and undoubtedly making me wet and eager for the kids to go to bed. And last the quickie suck- generally occurs when I'm sitting at my desk working and you walk over. I'll give you the "come on out" signal and give you a yummy little mini blow for a minute or two, just enough to make you moan once or twice and then tuck it back away until later.

I love that your cock needs air, we can't keep it pent up in clothing all the time! Tonight I glanced over and you were lying in the bed watching TV- in your Spider Man T-shirt and pajama pants, elastic waist pulled down and tucked neatly below your bulging ball sack. Just waiting patiently for me to notice. "It needs a kiss" and so I oblige. "What about my balls? Can't you tell them 'hey guys' and give them a little attention to?" Again, I'm happy to oblige.


"That's all for now, I'm trying to type." But it's pointless, I can't type, I'm too high, I'm too horny and your cock is so hard. "Come over here for a second" and you side up to the bed. "Give it to me" and you slide right into my mouth. Down to the base, hold it there deep- oh my god it makes me so crazy when you do that. Fuck my lips and my tongue back and forth then go in deep again. I'm cradling your balls and wishing I could fit them in my mouth too. Oh wow, I need to fuck you...
okay, that's enough, go! Hurry up and check the DVD you've got burning, I can't wait much longer. "I'm all wet over here now..." "Yea, but my cock is happy and that's what matters." (giant grin)

And it is. A happy cock makes for a very happy pussy.

Feminism, relationships and sexual evolution

I grew up in the 80s- a far cry from my parent's days spent at Woodstock and serving in the Vietnam War. My curiosity and fascination with all things from their generation leads me to want to discuss feminism as it relates to empowerment and sex. I have never considered myself a hardcore feminist- I'm all for standing up for yourself, equal opportunity and taking control over your life but a bra burning, man hating, overly aggressive female I am not. I am grateful for and appreciative of the sacrifices and struggles women have endured and overcome, I know their hardships and triumphs have paved the way for the women of mine and future generations.

That being said, I am quite content to play the role of housewife in a modern sense. I take care of the kids while Dave is at work, I plan the meals, I run the errands, I keep the house fairly clean and functioning. I am not Donna Reed or Martha Stuart. I don't claim to be organized or anally tidy and am in fact usually quite the opposite. As I write this, I sit in the pajamas I woke up in while dinner goes largely unplanned and uncooked at 6:30 pm and my husband bathes one of the kids, who just puked all over the living room.

(Let me wander astray for a quick minute and just say that this is one of the many awesome things about Dave- we divide and conquer and he is cool with that. I did the dirty clean up and laundry, he took the poor sick kiddo upstairs and got him into a nice warm tub. He doesn't care that I have no clue what to cook tonight, he's perfectly happy to grab a pizza once the little ones go to bed. Okay back on topic.)

So I used the term modern housewife. I said that because in our family, while the basic outline of our roles is "traditional" nothing is set in stone, I don't have a rigid agenda for running my household and Dave is always an integral part of contributing to family life. He knows that in addition to my wifely duties I need time to work on artistic endeavors, to be inspired and manage my jewelry business. I also need time to be lazy. (Hey, Dave gets to lounge in his pj's all weekend long, waking up whenever he feels like it and watching football to his heart's content. I also rarely ask him not to hang with the guys and I'll basic give it up whenever he asks for it. Give and take, remember that.)

Somewhere when I started this post I planned to get to the topic of sex. What is a normal healthy sex life, and do I have one? (And moreover, how do I plan to tie this in to speaking of feminism and sexual evolution?) I'm getting there, I promise. First, what defines normal? Is it sex every day, sex a couple of times a week or sex once a month? Is it mainstream missionary style, a little bit of oral sex on special occasions, is it at night, under the cover of darkness?

I met Dave in my early 20s and while he wasn't the sort of guy I typically fell for, there was something there that made me want to know more. We began a flirtatious dialogue at work, hanging out far past the end of our scheduled shifts and then finally making the leap to "getting together" at my place one Saturday night. The run down of our evening was this- lousy TV that was neither entertaining or distracting, a little pot smoking and a ton of nervous anticipation- when might he reach over and touch me or try to kiss me and then the moment- I remember my heart fluttering as I took a breath to speak, he touched my chin lightly with his finger and turned my face to his. He was so self assured as he leaned in and kissed me with the softest lips I'd ever felt. We fooled around on my horribly uncomfortable third hand couch for probably close to half an hour when I made a decision that a lot of people would consider totally stupid considering this was technically our first "date": I invited him into my bedroom.

It was dark, but not pitch black, and I could see the outline of his body standing in the middle of the room. I reached out and found his belt, unbuckled, unbuttoned and unzipped then proceeded to give this virtual stranger an unabashedly messy but soulful blow job. I couldn't believe how right it felt, how bizarre it was that this was totally out of my character and yet I never wanted to do anything more for anyone than I did in that moment. We followed up with a fab little roll in the sack- nothing outrageous but definitely memorable. Lots of licking, tasting and smelling (god, this man smells delicious!) our hands explored, our senses heightened, orgasms abounding. Definitely a wonderful night and the start of a truly interesting sexual journey with the man who would become my husband, my best friend, and my partner in life.

This new and unapologetic Lana was so freeing, I did it on my terms and everything felt right. And the weird thing is that I never once worried about what Dave would think of me, if he'd call me again, if I'd made a horrible mistake. I didn't feel the need to call him 5 minutes after he left, I didn't need to know where he was and what he was doing when I wasn't around. This turned out to be a life altering moment in my life. To feel fulfilled and happy and not in need of anyone but myself at a given moment. Therein lies the power for me. Is that feminism or whorish? Maybe a little bit of both?

Dave did call me, actually I think he called me the next afternoon. We made a plan to go out on an actual date. Dinner at Chili's and to the movies to see Boogie Nights (lol, the topic of sex seemed to be out on the table from moment one with us, huh?) I'm not squeamish, sex intrigues me and I'd never been with anyone who was so open to explore and share sexual "deviancies" with me before. (I'm not saying Boogie Nights was wildly inappropriate date material just that many might opt for something a bit less in your face at the start of a new relationship).

And so our relationship began and so it continues. The more we get to know each other, the more intimate we feel we can be. And on that note, after more than a decade of sex with the same man, I now find myself in a place where letting go of control and power in the bedroom gives me a new found sense of power over my sexual being. I admit to watching porn and loving it as well as to building an arsenal of sex toys- and these last six months or so, the more hardcore the better. Things that I found disgusting and even a little amusing are now arousing and exciting for me. I've learned some new terms, picked up some new skills and had many, many multiple orgasms.

Touching on feminism once more as I wrap up this gigantic entry, I would be remiss in my writing if I didn't nod to a certain male oriented magazine and the outcries from feminists the world over when it released a very controversial cover. Outspoken feminists were appalled by the magazine in general- Women are not meat! We are not objects! And here I sit, laughing at the clever way they turned those words into memorable cover art. So as I sit here pondering if I am a shitty feminist or a feminist at all, I have to tell you that, for me, there is something indescribably sexy about trusting someone so completely that you can hand the reigns over to them. Let them be the one to decide what the boundaries are. I have no problem being used for sexual pleasure by Dave; I know he'll call me in the morning. ;)

Sex and home buying

As a small intro to my blog and my life, I will start out by telling you that I am a married stay at home/work at home mom. My husband and I have 3 kids and live in small town rural America. We've been together for almost 12 years, married for almost 9 and have been renters the entire time. We are currently shopping for our first home.

Clearly, we have a pretty active sex life or I wouldn't be blogging about it. Truth be told, some of our activities can, well, simply put- be rather loud. The housing market is in a slump, we figured it was a great time to look into buying- who would have thought that sex might get in the way of us finding our "dream home"? It is amazing to me the number of homes that are built with the master bedroom right on top of the secondary bedrooms- what were these contractors thinking?

Each home we view we then have to come back and discuss the bedrooms, which wall would house our bed and how many paces it is from the closest of the children's rooms. Our oldest child is current entering the teen years and has a pretty clear idea of what goes on with mom and pop. I certainly don't want to subject any of my kids to vivid details, but I also don't want to be forced into curbing my sexual behavior because we bought a house with thin walls.

The rental we live in now has a perfect set up- two bedrooms up, two bedrooms down, the two smaller children share a room upstairs, across a decent sized hallway from my husband and I and our older child is downstairs. It works for all- when there are noisy teenage sleepovers, the rest of the family is not disturbed and when hubby and I are having at it, the kids are hours into dreamland and/or on the other side of the house and can't possibly hear us. Too bad it's a rental with a leaky skylight, leaky pipes, terrible heating and a poorly designed kitchen.

I have to believe the perfect house is out there- a kitchen that actually has usable counter space, more than one bathroom and bedrooms that are not on top of each other- within our budget and preferably in our school district. Not an outrageous list, certainly seems doable. Time will tell...