The time has come....to consummate

As I was reading this post, trying to figure out if it was just to long or were to cut. I started closing my eyes and feeling the moment again. Have you ever done that? Leaned back while reading someones post and put yourself in the room? I do that a lot...it makes my litte clit stutter. But since I am here at work, I normally don't do that. For obvious reasons, it would get me hot and I would smell like slut all day. That would make me flush everytime I thouhgt about it. But I just couldn't resist this morning. We have these little cameras in our computer screens, That I normally cover with a sticky. Something about that hidden little peaking camera combined with the words flying across the screen made it all the more dirty. My hands trailing down to my thin black slacks, tracing the outline of my hot sex. I can still feel the heat lingering *maybe that's because I am not allowed to cum, so playing just makes it more crazy*, I have learned that increasing the need for him makes me so slutish that he is well pleased when I see him. My body calling to the arousal of the weekend. So...for all my readers..sit back againist a warm pillow, close your eyes, and enjoy the ride I am about to take you on...

Our day began off rather fast. We had lots to do before going out this evening. The rush and bussel of the day kept my mind away from my ever growing need to be used..anywhere anytime anyplace. His mom is in town, and so not much making out in front of her. I drove down and dropped my check in the bank, so the day could get started. Than Master went downstairs and changed the brakes. I don't know about you lady's but for me a man working on a car is so hot! Master asked me to come down and turn the wheel a couple of times so he could get to the bolt. Each time he leaned over, I looked over the steering wheel and watch his pants sag to expose his lower back. (Master uses these old jeans to work on the car, they are all worn out and sag a bit...it's delicious!) It didn't take long, a couple hours, to get the brakes popped on. I was getting so antsy by the time he came upstairs. I decided I needed to keep my mind moving, and since we had errands at Walmart. I tired to encourage Master to run the shower and get going out the door. Being Master he lazingly sagged into his spot on the couch and just smiled at me. His blue eyes met mine across the room, and I grumbled in my throat. He has a way of looking at me that says, "I see you..". It fustrates me when I am trying to hide my desire in something else. I start getting the baby ready, hoping the baby's insistance on getting out the door will encourgage him more. He does, finally, get up and wander into the bathroom for a shower. He calls behind him..."Honey..bring me a towel" He knows full well there are towels in the bin in the bathroom, so I smile to myself. I finish getting Bitty ready and trail into the bathroom. Pulling a towel out....I wish to sneak a kiss but he smiles. "Never mind I had forgotten there are towels in the bin" He gives me that devilish smile and I just nod and walk out. He comes out wrapped in a towel, his chest warm and inviting. The little piece of hair between his pecks makes me want to walk up and stroke it. But as his mother is watching us, I ignore my desire. I continue to pack Bitty's bag and Master get dressed. Off we go to Walmart. I will spare you the detail of our adventure...mostly shoppping and changing diapers. I am sure your not interested. Master helps me put the stuff away, I check the movie times. Off we go out the door...ALONE AT LAST.

We drive to our favorite restaurant, Maggianos (it's this great italian place, that sells old italy family dinning), they have this family platters that gives you huge amounts of food for one low price. The bread arrived, and the night began. Master handed me a letter he wrote to me. It was so beautiful I cried. I share it below:

Livin' might mean takin' chances, but they're worth takin'
Lovin' might be a mistake, but it's worth makin'

My darling wife *real name*,

I remember standing in my father's home scarcely more than 2 years ago. I had arrived home from a long day at work, but to my relief is was friday. We were seperated so my heart was shattered. My parents had subtely tried to prepare me for what they thought might be inevitable, that our marriage was over. That was the day you called. You said you had nowhere left to go; you love me and needed me to come...to get you.

In a person's life just a few chances come along to be truely happy. Risks must be taken, odds pushed. I drove that drive to Beaumont, loaded youup, and drove back.

On that drive back, you acknowledged me, and the risk I was taking. I had swung the double-doors to my heart open once again for you. You sang a song which admittedly, up to that point, I had paid little attention to. "I hope you dance" by lee ann rimes you sang, through your tear-choked voice. Indeed, and what a dance we have danced!

We saw the birth of our beautiful child; she is full of wonder and smiles. We have suffered poverty so deep, our next meal was the only food in the cupboard, but we were full of love and joy. We have struggled againist potential tragedy, but still had joy so full it over flowed.

Together we have learned to address the world as a couple of faith, something that neither of us had the opportunity to do before. I tried my best to help you through the hard times of your pregnancy with Bitty..but you! You remained a bright light while my brain healed....a destination, a safe oasis for a shattered mind. Then you stood by me, helping me through the hardest parts of dealing with my vaired illnesses and alimnets, brutal medical treatments.

I will close this letter now, with a verse that tells only part of the story of my love and sincere admiration of you...

Song of Solomon 4:10

How sweer is your love, my treasuere, my bridel! How much better it is than wine! Your perfume is more fragant than the richest of spices

I love you my precious flower,

(signed by Master)

I know I know...this was suppose to be about sex. Not make you cry...sorry! Anyway, back to the story. So, than I cried and we kissed. Our hands met many time through out dinner, and we ate til we felt like we were going to explode. Such good food!!! While the valet was getting the car Master Snuggled againist me and blow on my neck. It sent chills down my spine....hmmm.Than off to search for Master's movie, we drove at least 4 different theatres, but the one Master wanted to see was having really late show times. So, we saw 16 blocks...It was ok.....When we entered the threatre that our movie was in. Master pushed up againist the wall behind the stadium seating. He forced his body between my legs, his chest pressing my breast down. His hands moved over my arms to my wrist. He breathed in my ear and said "Do you think anyone would say anything if I fucked you right here?" I whimpered in reponse and he shoved his tounge down my throat. I responded immediately with pressing my pussy againist his crotch and opening my mouth wider. It was hot and passionate....hmmmmm. He stood and walked away at that point, leaving me there to collect myself. I stumbled down the ramp, and felt my juices starting to flow between my legs. This game we were playing was just so wrong, in so many levels. When I rounded the corner I noticed it empty... The whole threater was fucking empty. I thought "Hell yah!" but I didn't say anything. I looked down, blushed, and followed in next to Master. Of course, it didn't stay empty but for a good 15 min we had the place all to ourselves. Each moment was spent eyeing, playing, and enjoying each other. (weg) Along with me runnign to the bathroom twice..LOL. We returned home, and Master walked his mom down to the car. I had to finish some paperwork..so I worked on that. Here's the kicker...hold on to your seat....What did Master do? He fell asleep...schivia stop laughing...I sighed a bit, kissed his check and went to bed. In the morning, I was woken by the alarm and no Master in the bed. I rolled over onto his pillow and tried to cover the light I new was about to come on. I just started drifting back to sleep when I felt weight on the bed. I faked asleep...lol.He wiggled under the covers next to me...lifted up the shirt I was wearing and started playing with my clit. Sliding his finger across the opening (moving or ontop of the thong I was wearing). As his play increased, and my breath became more needy. He whispered in my ear "I forgot something last night". I whimpered and said "But about the time"...he said nothing but continued to play...open my folds to him. My body betrayed me and exposed itself to him, I waited in fear of him stopping. He tossed me over onto my back, shoving his waiting cock into my mouth, moistening it only for a moment. Before pulling my thong off, forcing it into my mouth..saying "Hold this for me" and rammed his cock into me. I couldn't breath...my pussy screamed in pain (I have a playful puss, it stays tight no matter how much you play..hurts like hell upon entrance..but than it says hmmm I like this and opens up. It was the first sign I enjoyed pain) I moan in ecstasy. His body molded into mine. We became one, him moving in and I moving down. He moment was like heaven, my eyes rolled back in my head....my body felt light..and then he said the dreaded words "Don't cum without asking". It was a simple reminder, but damn it.....I begged and begged and begged. I don't know how long I begged...but finally after pounding me relentlessly he allowed it. I came and came and came...I was so far gone I had no idea what was going....I do remember him forcing my hands down into the sheets and telling me that he was thinking of cumming on my face (since it was easier to wash...and that I couldn't smell like fuck and slut around his mom or at chruch). I begged in words that I didn't I was saying that I would take a quick wash if he would please give me his cum. He did! I was in heaven...We than enjoyed each others warmth...before I was rushed off to scrub. I did quickly and went off to do my morning routine...

That was our anniversary sex bergarde....I hope you enjoyed!

Hana

Life as we know it

Well, I didn't get the job I wanted. What else is new right? I went on another interview last week...but it really isn't going to pan out. I am doing awesome on selling avon. Go me!

As for Master and I...Well we had a bit of a bump this week. After a long while, I gave in to one of his friend's advances (slightly gave in). He played with the top half of me (he is trying to learn to be a Master). He was S that came along on the outtie last week. Anyway...it really was awkward...and I felt like I was back at the beginning of BDSM again. Needless to say, we teased a bit online after that. Now S has only been interested in the lifestyle perm since he left his wife in November. He just recently started getting service. He met a girl online a couple weeks ago, who is newer than him. On Wednesday, he collared her. I tried to be understanding, since S and Master are close friends, but I felt someone had to tell him he was being an idiot. So I tried to in the nicest way I new how...(S and I are friends but not as close as Master and him are). I told him specifically that I was trying to speak to him as a friend. He has NEVER pulled the Master card on me. Because of the years of abuse I have been through it would crush me, and I would only see it as manipulated. Well, what did he do? Pulled the master card out...telling me it wasn't my place to speak to him about such. It flipped me out, and after so edgy discussion I tried to go to bed. But I was really hurt, so I went and talked to Master about it. We talked for a long time, and I sent the logs to Master. The next day Master read the logs, and decided that he could see how I could have gotten so hurt. Though he felt that he was meaning it as harshly as it came across to me. This really confused me..on top of that I had to appolgize for speaking to S in such a manner about his personal life. I did, but it was very hard on me. I don't want to loose S as a friend...but I don't want to be manipulated when it suits S. So, I told Master that I felt S and I could not play any longer. Master agreed.

While Master was talking to S, he got his logs from him about the conversation. I started pointing out what I had said really hurt, Master got upset at me for leaning over his shoulder and reading (without being invited). SO, I ended up having to kneel behind his seat. I know not how long I knelt there, only that my knees acted. He then released me to go do my chores. Off I went...when I returned Master asked me what was wrong. I, of course, said nothing. Though he drug out of me that the hurt I felt because of what S did was deeper than intial expressed. We talked on and on and I was crying. He had my face in his hands, and was talking to me. When he couldn't get my attention he tapped one my cheeks. It open one of those black doors I dread and I went hysterical. I took it as a slap, and I crashed. Master had to hang on, and at one point left the room. I started putting on my shoes to go take a walk, still crying. Master curled up with me, and helped me through it. I truly hate those doors that stand there, scary....

Than last night he walks down the hall, I'm passing to the bathroom. I turn to enter, and he leans close to my ear "I can't wait to fuck you." I have been needy ever since. You see it was our anniversay on the 22nd. Every year we fuck like crazy...a big scene. I'll let you know how it goes.

If anyone out there knows a cute, well behaved slut that would like to play...we are looking for a good plaything.

Hana

Happy HNT

This is not the picture I wanted...but hey...I present my back

Paitence

Well...I just hate that word. I think it should be written out of the dictionary. I know it was some ass of a guy who made it a word. Making women have to wait on everything...sighs....I'm going on a rant again.

Anyway, I don't know if I got the job because they still haven't decided if I look like the dream fantasy that would make their "guys" come and buy the doors from them. Or at least that's my opinion. So he is suppose to decide by tommorrow morning. Heres hoping...LOL~

So let me tell you all about my weekend.

Master and I had a outing. One of his friends declared himself depressed, and so after declaring this he decided he wanted to get out and about. So we all went out! It was Master and I,of course, another BDSM couple, his best friend (we'll call him S) and the Pippy long stock girl of girlfriend (I call her this becauseshe had her hair in braids like it but was plump everywhere and short...it really wasn't a nice picture)...so we'll call her Pippy, the depressed friend (R), and a single friend on Masters (call him M). So we meet Pippy, S, R, BDSM, and M at the local bowling alley/dance floor/drunkin arcade. By the time we got there the lane was full, so we just sat and watched all the others bowl. Because it is way to expense to be paying for a lane just for two people, and none of the other losers would split it with us. M had his kids there because this was his weekend, and the girls had to be home at 7:30. So, we all took turns teaching the girls to toss the ball down the alley and watching it creep to the end. You know the scenario if you all have kids....the child drops it...it rolls to a almost stop..the child shoves it off...and than it crawls down the lane to the pins. AGAIN PATIENCE!!! As I said I have none, I had to resist every urge in my body on the 10th frame to not just run down the side and push them down the lane. UGH!!! Anyway Master and I flirted hot and heavy. Straddling and tickling, and when the music came on I danced. I had a good time, except Pippy thinks she runs the shit, and sooooo she spent most of bowling bitching. Come to find out later she got up in arms cause the bowling man told her not to through the kids balls down the lane. WHATEVER! I would have just told him to go shove it! But that's me. When Pippy took off to smoke, S comes up to me and does the flirting thing (he wants to fuck me and I told him he couldn't handle my shit...now it's a divide and conquer thing...men are so predictable sometimes). Anyway, he says something like "You look good in those overalls..I can see right up you leg" and I spread my legs for him mid air..and say "Why don't you show me what you got" He laughs and goes to throw his ball. It was close, and quiet, but BDSM still heard it. The male of BDSM was all like, "I won't tell Pippy, I didn't see nothing". I just laughed, because S and I have been friends for years. Pippy is just a piece of ass, and will be gone in a week.

So after the fun filled bowling, we went to Joe's crab shack. The waitress did her sexual flirtation with M. I was just in a mood and it really pissed me off. I bit my tounge at first, trying to not slap the bitch as she reached over him and grazed her nipples againist the top of his head. (Knowing full well she is never going to let him touch her). It just brings all my memories of stripping back to me, and I get so angry. She has no idea what it is like to really have to "prostitue" yourself to make money. After her life stories about her dog, and small lonely apartment. I had enough and went off on M. Told him he was an idiot and stop encouraging her. Master pulled my check againist his, leaned into my ear and told me to "correct myself". He talk awhile in my ear and I sighed. I appoligized to M and than we had a most enjoyable dinner. The waitress stopped btw.

The last thing on our outting was going to a movie. We saw ultraviolet, for a comic based movie it was good. A lot better than most comic movies....shrugs.

So...

Once home we released the sitter and crashed...but the next day........

My tounge found it's way to his warm waiting cock. The minutes seemed to go by for hours. His cock deep in my warm mouth. My kisses and slavia mixed with the smell of sex between my legs. I was so hot.....I found the movement he enjoys. Slowly bringing him to climax with my mouth...and than we cuddled in each others arms before off to the shower I went.

I hope to get the picture I want for HNT up tonight.

Lots of good thoughts!

Hana

Update

Well, I got a job offer for 12 a hour that starts on thrusday. It is a definte two months and than it is up in the air. I have a interview for a perm position at a place were all men work. I'm hoping they'll offer it to me so I can have something perm FINALLY...

keep your fingers crossed.

I wish you well

Hana

Jobs and depression

I know you all wanted sex! And I had this cute little pic ready with my HNT but you know how it goes...life gets in the way. So, we got a new manager at work and he's been getting a big head. You knot the type, never been manager so they got to act like they are all that. So, I here the words I have been fearing since he came on my shit as manager. "You know we just can't use you anymore..it's not working out." OHHHH so after 5 months of shoving crap up me...now you can't use me. WHATEVER.

SO I got all depressed cause I can never keep a job, and that makes our finances HELL...and it makes me feel unable to do anything good...sighs...why are accomplishments connected with jobs and money..THis sucks.

SO maybe next week I will feel better about all this, and post up the pics.