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Yes, there are bends in the rectum. No, they are not "hard" bends... think of them more like folds in a fabric bag. If your lover takes his time when he penetrates you, his cock will straighten out the bends until his full length is inside you. My husband is nine inches long, and he regularly gives me the benefit of his full length. In my experience one of the best thrills of anal sex is the incredibly deep penetration it allows.

Honey, I love your positive attitude! Howard's advice on use of toys is good. You can incorporate them into your lovemaking with your partner and/or use them solo when you masturbate. But the basic thing you're trying to do is train yourself to be able to relax your anal sphincter enough to accommodate an erect penis, and that is not as difficult as some people make it out to be. The real barrier is psychological, not physical. Yes, it helps some to have 'stretched' your sphincter (just like any other muscles before exercise), but the pain you feel in your sphincter isn't from being stretched by your lover's cock, it's from the sphincter muscle contracting against the intruding organ and going into spasm. Anticipating pain almost guarantees you will have pain; anticipating pleasure has the opposite effect. I find it helps to visualize myself being opened and made ready during foreplay, and to consciously relax my sphincter (see technique below) during penetration. Lots of anal foreplay before penetration will accomplish this. Whether you use toys or your lover's fingers is up to you. For my money, there's simply nothing better than my husbands mouth on my pussy and his well-lubed fingers in my ass to get me ready for the Main Event. Earlier in our anal experiences, we found that if he stimulated me to the brink of orgasm but didn't let me come, I could take his cock more easily. One of my girlfriends who's also very into anal sex tells me she's the opposite: she needs to have several orgasms with toys or fingers in her ass before she can open up enough for her man's cock. Try both methods and see if you find a difference. When you do get down to actually having anal sex, you've already covered the basics: lots of lube and your lover should really take his time penetrating you. You will find it goes a LOT easier if you bear down while he's penetrating you (push like you're trying to have a bowel movement) because that triggers the reflex that relaxes your sphincter. This is a 'trick' that a lot of women I've talked to about anal sex don't seem to know about. If at any time during anal intercourse you feel pain in your sphincter, try bearing down again until it passes. This really works. Once his cock is all the way up your derriere, he should keep his movements slow and gentle until you feel you're ready for more vigorous thrusting. I find I only need to bear down for a few seconds at the beginning, then my anus stretches very comfortably for the rest of the encounter. Sometimes even an experienced anal aficionado (like me, for instance) may find herself simply unable to relax enough to allow easy penetration. When that happens, I use a vibrator on my clitoris during penetration. The combined pleasures of the vibrator and anal penetration obliterates any discomfort and I'm totally with the program in very short order. One final thought: like most sexual activities, anal intercourse gets better with practice. I enjoyed my first time very much, but the second time was even better, and after my third try I was a confirmed anal addict. I hope your experience turns out to be just as fulfilling! Let us know how it goes.

I will echo what Thurisas and Mikayla have said about gags. My hb and I are very comfortable with a certain amount of BDSM in our sex life, so we have tried various types of gags. Since I'm almost always the sub in our bedgames, I'm the one who gets gagged. It is a huge turn-on for my hb, but I also enjoy it too. From the sub's perspective, being gagged enhances one's sense of surrender. I like the sensation of being filled at both ends, so to speak, so that's another plus. On a practical note, if you're a woman who tends to respond to pleasure by making a lot of noise, a gag can restore your freedom to moan or scream as loud as you like without waking the kids. Ball gags are the most extreme type of in-the-mouth gags. We tried two types a few years ago, in different sizes. The smaller one didn't fill my mouth, so I could still talk (which defeats the purpose, obviously) and the larger one was really uncomfortable. We have found the best sort of gag is a long bondage ribbon (I posted on how to make these several months ago) with a knot tied in the middle of it. By trial and error we found the right size of knot to fill my mouth. This effectively muffles my ability to speak, and it moulds itself to the contours of the inside of my mouth. It's very comfortable and very muffling. If you don't like the dry sensation of the cloth in your mouth, you can dip it in water (or white wine... mmmm!) first. Gags aren't for everyone, but they can be tremendously fun.

Don't forget to check out www.fredericks.com ... they have a wide range of sexy items from role-play costumes to sexy lingerie to shoes to outerwear. Their selection is constantly changing, so if you don't see what you want today, check again in a couple of months. Also, www.trashy.com (Trashy Lingerie) has some of the most amazing sexy lingerie and costumes I've ever seen. They are pricey, but they make each item to your size and pretty much guarantee they will fit.

Hmmm. I'm not sure what you mean by "take the load off him"... are you a bigger girl? Is he holding you up in some way? We've had the Wedge/Ramp combo for about 5 years, and have found the various combinations really, really useful. As to your first question whether it was better than a couple of pillows, the answer is an emphatic YES! The Liberator cushions, unlike pillows, hold their shape and are very firm. I am a smallish woman (not quite as small as I was 20 years ago, ahem...) but my husband is six and a half feet tall and very strong and forceful, so when I used to turn over for doggie, it just didn't work, even with a dozen pillows. Pillows just sort of squirt out every which way just when things are starting to get exciting, I've found. Not so with the Wedge and Ramp. These cushions just don't give up. They're soft enough to be comfortable for whoever might be on the cushion, yet firm enough to hold up under even the most intense thrusting. The covers they provide are very high-friction, so they won't slide around on the bed. In short, when I bend over one or both of these, I am anchored! The Wedge angles a woman's hips up/back while she's lying face-down on the bed or floor (or lawn... yes, that works too!) very nicely for very deep, very hard sex. If you like your doggie like that, then it will work well for you. It's our favorite, actually. The Ramp supports the woman really well in a kneeling position that allows really vigorous traditional in-and-out doggie. There are a LOT of other positions you can use these cushions with alone or in combination, but these are the ones my husband and I use most often. If you are at all into bondage, you might want to look into the Black Label line. These are the same cushions with quick-detach fasteners and velcro cuffs. These are very, very good bondage restraints that greatly enhance the firmness of the basic cushions. But if being tied down isn't your thing, just get the basic Wedge/Ramp combo and I'm sure you'll find more ways to use them than you shake a... um, stick... at...

Sorry to be so late in replying on this one... but like Mikayla, I am a corset queen... You can get a very, very good lace-up corset from Fredericks.com for well under $100. Their Ultimate Satin corset is one of my favorites. I have it in 5 colors and two sizes...lol! If an off-the-rack corset fits you, stick with it, as I have done with the Fredericks USC. Naturally, I've branched out a bit into more exotic offerings. Trashy.com has some amazing corsets! Your first corset doesn't have to be a custom fit (which can cost you as much as a Lexus, with some of the haute couture makers!), but if you find you enjoy wearing one (in or out of bed), you might want to think about getting a custom-fit model. The nice thing about custom-made corsets is that they are so darn comfortable, as opposed to off the rack corsets. I'm not talking about endure-it-for-20-minutes-of-hot-sex corsetry, nor enjoy-it-for-a 3-hour-sex-party corsetry, but one that you put on at 7 in the morning and you wake up the next morning STILL wearing it... that is the ultimate in comfort and sexy...

We bought a tall kingsize bed a number of years ago which was a pain for me because I needed a step-stool to get up into it (I'm short, okay?). But it was GREAT for bendover doggie. We eventually got rid of that bed and bought one of the Tempurpedic mattress beds. This is without question the best fucking bed we've ever used. The memory foam mattress molds to the shape of whoever's lying on it, and since I'm usually under my husband one way or another, that means that I stay put no matter how hard he thrusts. This has two benefits: one, we don't need a padded headboard because I don't get pushed up the bed when my husband is particularly enthusiastic (I completely understand your wife's request! lol!), and two, because I stay put during the action, my husband's thrusts feel much more forceful, which translates into much more pleasure for us both. Since we don't need a padded headboard, we got one with a large mirror in it, which really adds to the visual aspect of our lovemaking sessions. Oh, and we haven't had to give up bendover doggie with the new bed.. we put a Liberator cushion on edge of the bed for me to bend over and the height is just perfect.

I can't really add much to the excellent comments by mikayla and howard, except to add my personal experience with my husband and his cockrings. One of our favorites is a dual ring, with a rubber ring that goes around the base of his cock, connected to a leather ring that snaps around his balls. Both are very tight on him and MUST be put on before he gets fully erect. The rubber ring doesn't limit depth of penetration. We just make sure everything is well-lubed so he can push the ring inside me with each thrust. VERY arousing on my end. Mmm! The tightness of the cockring not only increases the hardness of his erection, but it intensifies his orgasm... he says his ejaculatory contractions have to "fight" against the constriction in order to force his semen out, and this makes his orgasm both more intense and more prolonged. This one is almost as good: http://shop.tootimid.com/index.asp?PageAct...amp;ProdID=3492 We also enjoy this new cyberskin cockring with a bullet vibrator included: http://shop.tootimid.com/index.asp?PageAct...amp;ProdID=4859 This toy works best with grinding rather than thrusting (for me, at least), but the vibe is really quite powerful and it makes his cock vibrate inside me, so it feels really nice with thrusting as well. I like to use it when we lie on our sides facing each other, or when I'm on top. Either way I can position my hips so the bullet hits the right spot for as long as I can stand it.

spiritedmis... I am intrigued by your comment... would you care to elaborate? Not challenging, understand, just.... curious how your experience measures with mine?

My husband and I tried bondage very early in our relationship, which was a long time ago, before the internet made sex toy shopping so easy. We made do with what we had at hand... I'd save stockings with runs in them, and we found a type of soft woven nylon rope that worked, too. If velcro-closing soft cuffs existed, we had no access to them. So instead we came up with an idea of our own. My husband was a boy scout and knew how to make good knots, but since I'm the one who's tied 90% of the time, I was/am more interested in the comfort issue than the technical end of things. Since I'm not at all into pain or having welts or bruises on my wrists after a vigorous bondage session (having to wear long sleeves to cover your bondage markings in a heat wave is NOT pleasant!) I insisted on something better. I went to the fabric store and bought a two-yard length of satin material, ivory in color. I cut the fabric into strips about five inches wide, then sewed the strips lengthwise to make a doubled-over "tube", which when turned rightside-out and hemmed and ironed flat, made a soft, very strong "ribbon" or strap about two inches wide and six feet long. Some were left long, and others were cut into three-foot lengths. Because the ribbons are wide, they don't cut into your skin and cut off circulation or leave marks, even when tied very tightly. Since I like to be tied very tightly, this is a must for me! They can be tied together to make long pieces for breast bondage, and tied to anything. If you're into gags, we made a really comfy gag by tying a tight knot over and over in the middle of a long ribbon, until it was just the right size to fit into my mouth and fill it... much more comfortable than a rubber ball gag, and very effective. It certainly keeps the bubbles in the champage, as they say! Much of the fun of being bound is struggling against your restraints, and the satin ribbons hold knots very well. We found that hard knots aren't even necessary, that a double-knotted bow will hold very well and is quicker to untie than a square knot. My husband is a very strong man, but when I've got him tied to the bed or a chair for a long, teasing blowjob he is helpless until I finish him off, no matter how long I make him wait. When we role-play a force fantasy, I can fight against my husband as hard as I like and never have to be worried my restraints will give way.

howard: One of my girlfriends refers to her stilletos as "husband spurs". Next time you have an opportunity to--ahem--get into the saddle, why don't you ask your cowgirl to see if she can spur your efforts on with a nice pointy pair? LOL! Fun for all!

howard: Yes, I was a bit surprised by the lack of anal foreplay in the campfire scene, also the apparent lack of lube!!! My husband says it must have been edited. On the other hand, we have one or two other anal-oriented DVD's with this actress in them, and in more than one scene that does not appear to have been edited at all she takes a VERY big cock up her ass with zero on-camera anal foreplay.

My husband and I tried bondage early in our relationship, and at that time there was simply no place to buy the great bondage accessories there are today, so we made our own. They're fabric straps which I sewed using strong satin material, in various lengths. We still use them. I like the straps better than ropes or cuffs because even when tied tightly they don't leave marks. We have tried velcro cuffs because they came with our Liberator cushions, but we generally prefer our home-made ones. One of the most important accessories, IMHO, is a bed with places you can tie your ropes to. Our four-poster bed is great for this... we can use any of the posts, plus there are a couple of little decorative thingies on the headboard that are great tie points. My husband made some really sturdy rods for the canopy, so we can use those to tie my legs up in the air, etc, etc. It's like a jungle gym for adults, but it looks like a prim and proper Victorian boudoir!

Howard: We have tried face-to-face with my legs every which way possible, and for us the way I described works best. I am petite and my husband is very tall, so that may account for the difference between our experience and yours. I find that keeping my knees together during penetration helps me keep my hips angled up higher, which makes it easier to accommodate him. Once he starts thrusting, though, I can't keep my feet on his shoulders, partly because I wear heels when we have anal sex (we usually use several positions in the course of one session, and I need to wear heels to do standing bent-over doggie... and besides, wearing heels during sex is hot!) and I could do him an injury during the rough-and-tumble, but also because I just can't keep my legs together when I'm having sex! (Unless they're tied together, which is a different thing entirely, of course!)

sonnyeyedkid: I agree with Howard, you should check out Mikayla's article. It will help you a lot. To answer your question directly, though, let me add this. Your anal muscles are shaped like a ring. This ring is incredibly flexible and stretchy, but like any other muscle in your body, if you're going to give it workout, you should stretch the muscle first, otherwise it will go into spasm, and spasm (cramp) is really painful. Lots of anal foreplay is the way to make sure you're relaxed enough to receive your man's cock. My husband and I have been having regular anal sex for years, but if we rush things I can still experience pain. Fortunately, that rarely happens since we are quite experienced. The size of a man's penis has little bearing on whether anal sex will hurt, pain is a result of bad technique. Although large size can really increase a woman's pleasure during anal sex, in my experience. Next time the two of you decide to have anal sex, try extending foreplay in your ass. I adore having my pussy licked while my husband lubricates my ass with one, then two very wet fingers. Use Astroglide, it's the best anal lube there is. We prefer the thicker gel version, but either kind works. If you are able to have multiple orgasms, it might relax your ass more if you have one or two orgasms with his mouth on your clit while he fingers your ass... this certainly gets ME in a very relaxed state! Make sure there's lots of lube on his cock before he penetrates you, too. Early in our experience, we would use a vaginal cream applicator (the kind that comes in yeast infection cream kits), fill it with lube, and use that to put even more lube inside my ass before he penetrated me. It can really help when you're learning how to do this. Position can be important too. You say that the time you were on top it felt good and wasn't painful. Good! I recommend you stick to this position for your next few attempts at anal intercourse. This position allows the woman to control the speed and depth of penetration, and it makes your clit accessible to your man's hands. Try using fingers (yours or his) or a vibrator on your clit while you ride his cock, and you might be surprised by how quickly and intensely you'll cum. After you've had success with the woman-on-top positions, I recommend you try rear-entry positions next... kneeling up with your head and shoulders flat on the bed allows really, really deep penetration, which feels fantastic. Standing bent-over doggie is also really fun. Face-to-face anal sex is my absolute favorite position, but it's the most difficult way to do it, at least in our experience. Save this position until you're really comfortable with anal and you should do fine. Keep us informed on your progress in your anal adventure!

Thanks for this review, Mikayla. My husband bought this DVD after reading your review and we have enjoyed watching it together a number of times. It is HOT! It took us several viewings to get all the way through it, LOL! I quite agree, the lingerie in this film is fabulous. I was inspired to buy a couple of new corsets similar to the ones worn in the film. The scene with the two girls in long skirts was truly amazing... as you say, the foot-f*** is like nothing I've seen, and the close-up of the girl ejaculating at the end is fantastic! There are a lot of very muscular men, lots of large breasts, genuine female orgasms, and lots and lots of stockings. My only disappointment in the film was that the hottest scene of all (in the bank vault) had the least lingerie/hosiery during the act, but you can't have everything. I love wearing stockings anyway, but after this film I've been inspired to wear them almost all the time... and my husband's response has been very, very gratifying!

This video is one of our favorites. The women in attendance at the dinner party are gorgeous, as are most of the women in the "fantasies". They obviously spent a LOT of time on hair and makeup, and the costuming is very well done. More sexy lingerie, stockings, and so on, than in most films. There is a lot of variety in the sex scenes. Not too excessive with regard to close-ups, some very nice kissing. The men are all (with one exception, but that might just be me) very good-looking. The actors really seemed to be enjoying themselves. I might be wrong, but it seems to me that there are at least two genuine female orgasms in this film, which is always very erotic for both my husband and me.

honey, it's not a problem when the GIRL has all her weight on her man... that's a huge part of what's such a turn-on about sitting your man. But let's dwelve further, perhaps... Since you've only had sex twice, I expect you are looking for some mechanical/geometric instructions. Forgive me if I'm wrong. But if you want to figure out some positions that are going to work for the two of you, you might have to look into some Kama Sutra type books. But here's the skinny from MY bed. When I am on top of my man, the way I make it work is to spread my knees as wide apart as I have to to reach whatever surface he's lying on, and then I drop down on his cock til I can feel it in my throat, then I go to town. Work with what feels good.

How very true, Howard! There is too little humor in this world that doesn't sting. As for the size of cocks and dildos, well, I've reached a stage in my life where I'm very comfortable with the size of the cock attached to the man I love, and toys that approximate same. But I have NOT been comfortable paying for toys that allege to be one size, when they are actually another size altogether. These things are not returnable, so a girl has only two choices: throw the damn thing away, or, um, well, burn it so the garbagemen won't find it. In a perfect world, the girth of toys would be listed by manufacturers as CIRCUMFERENCE, as this is the measurement any woman can take of her man in seconds with a seamstress' tape measure. This is how I've measured my husband's cock more than once, mostly just for fun. The advertisec DIAMETER of a sex toy has no meaning to a Practical Woman, unless, of course, she's got enough toys in her toy box of known diameter to compare to. Some girls have, but I don't. I prefer the measure of my man, and go from there.

Howard: I am surprised and disappointed to learn that you failed geometry in junior high school! The formula you gave, pi times the square of the radius, tells us the area of a circle. Circumference, or the measurement AROUND the penis/toy, is calculated by multiplying pi times the diameter of the circle. And yes, penises are ovals, not circles, but the difference is academic. The only reason we have to have this discussion is that toy makers insist on advertising the diameters of their dildoes, but it's almost impossible to measure the diameter of a real erect penis. Any girl with a good mouth and a tape measure can find out her lover's circumference in a jiffy, but this does not translate well to the toy section. To save the math-challenged from having to dig out their calculators, here are some basic examples. A 1.5" diameter toy/penis will have a circumference of 3.14 times 1.5 inches, or 4.71 inches. A 2" diameter toy/penis has a circumference of 6.28 inches. A 2.5" diameter toy/penis has a circumference of 7.85 inches. A 3" diameter toy/penis has a circumference of 9.42 inches. If a girl wants to find out what diameter compares to her man's cock, simply use the inverse formula: get his cock nice and hard and measure the circumference, then divide that number by pi. In embers' case, her man's 6-inch circumference translates into a diameter of 1.91 inches, which is very close to the 2" diameter of many of the medium-large toys out there.

mammanita... there have been a lot of replies to these questions. Just search on 'ben-wa balls' and you'll find them. As to what kinds to get, let me refer you to my post in this thread: http://forums.tootimid.com/index.php?showtopic=619 As I previously posted, I have several pairs of benwa balls. They make wonderful toys for prolonged foreplay. But yes, there is a danger they'll slip out of your vagina when you don't want them to. I prefer to wear a pair of full coverage panties when I've got a pair of ben wa balls up me unless I'm wearing very tight jeans. Tight jeans.. and I mean really tight, the kind where the seam rubs on your clit constantly.... are a good way to keep anything inside you, but I rarely wear jeans unless I've got a pair of ben wa balls inserted. How long can you leave them in? Hard to say. The longest I've had a pair in is about four hours. It's really hard to pee with them in, and 4 hours is about as long as I can stand between trips to the bathroom. One of my girlfriends doesn't seem to have any problems peeing with hers in, though, and she swears she's had a pair in her for 9 hours straight, riding on the back of her boyfriend's Harley, no less! )Maybe all those vibrations made her numb....LOL) As for what size to buy, I recommend the linked silicone balls I referenced in my earlier post. They're a good place to start. You may want to graduate to larger balls later, but I find myself coming back to these moderate-sized balls again and again.

Yes, NOT squirting is normal. I am convinced that every woman is 'hard-wired' with different areas of sexual responsiveness. Some women can only cum with clitoral stimulation. Others can cum from vaginal plus clitoral stimulation. Some women have fabulous G-spot orgasms, others don't. The ways any particular woman can achieve satisfying orgasms is not as important as the fact that she is having satisfying orgasms. If you're having satisfying orgasms with your lover, don't worry about the how and why. Just let it happen. I am fortunate to be blessed with an attentive lover/husband and have had countless orgasms with him, by myself, and (before him) with other partners. I am extremely multiorgasmic during almost any kind of sexual activity. But I have never squirted in my life. Even with intense G-spot stimulation. I don't know if I've been missing something, but if I am, I'm having such a good time cumming in all the ways I cum now I don't know that I'd go on an 'expedition' to learn how to squirt. Someday it might happen, and if it does, great. But in the meantime I'm not worried that I'm abnormal, and neither should you.

um... I posted this story a couple of years ago, when there weren't many stories here. I felt a bit self-conscious, almost as if I'd exposed myself too much, so took it down. But today, New Years Eve 2009, I've scrolled through so many of the hot stories now posted here, I realize there's a lot of people who enjoy sharing their fantasies/fiction. I decided I feel comfortable re-posting it. The Quickie I dress quickly, but I'm not rushed. Saturday morning's necessities taken care of, my family is settled into their routine. Judy is picking me up at 11:00, and we're driving in to the City for lunch and a bit of shopping. I select a Dior silk blouse, DKNY skirt, Cole Porter heels. Daywear makeup, with a bit of extra lipstick, and enough jewellery to sink a ship. Where Judy and I will be shopping, the salesgirls won’t even look at you if you don’t look like Serious Money. We’re going to the most exclusive lingerie shop in town. Two weeks ago I saw an absolutely stunning corset: gold satin with black ribbon and lace accents, a halter strap and lowcut fitted cups, and six wide golden garter straps. They didn’t have it in my size, and I simply couldn’t squeeze into the 34D they did have. The maker was French, not easy to find. The manager said she’d try their store in New York for a 36C, and she called a few days ago to tell me it was in. The perfect thing about it (other than being drop-dead gorgeous) was the gold-and-black design matches my husband’s favorite football team, the Saints, and tomorrow they’re playing the Bears for some sort of championship. If we can get the kids out of the house, I’ll wear it for him as my own personal cheerleader outfit! Bet he won’t see much of the game. I start down the stairs and as I do so I discover a Problem. The skimpy lace thong I’m wearing, which matches my Best Bra (which I’m wearing to impress the corset fitter at the lingerie shop, naturally!) isn’t providing much Protection. Last night my husband and I had a great 3-hour sex party in which I had so many orgasms I lost count, and my husband came inside me twice. Twelve hours and a shower later you’d think a girl would be safe, but no, his cream is still leaking out of me. I dash back up to the bathroom , find a handful of thong pantiliners, and stuff them in my fake Louis Vuitton handbag. Back down the stairs, and I detect another slight issue. Each step makes me acutely aware of my uterus bouncing inside my belly. Why is it that a five-minute maintenance fuck can settle your libido for a week, but a 3-hour multiorgasmic marathon can leave you hornier than you were when you started? Well not horny, exactly, but definitely hot and bothered? I can hear our teenage son playing with his X-box in the family room and my daughter chatting with her friend on the phone in the kitchen. I enter my husband’s study to check in before checking out. How is it that a man can still make your breath catch in your throat after 25 years? He stands by his bookshelf, selecting a book, all six-foot-three and nine-and-a-half inches of him, in a soft cotton shirt and snug jeans (I love seeing that bulge in the front of his jeans). He looks up at me and smiles. “Judy will be here any minute,” I tell him. “Where are you going to shop today?” he asks. I tell him and he smiles. “Bring me a present,” he teases. “Maybe I will,” I tease back, doing a little shimmy for him, my skirt just tight enough to make his eyes widen. “But I may need change for the tolls,” I add with a grin, hand outstretched. He digs into his pocket and pulls out a fistful of change. I take it from him, dumping it in my change purse. I give him a peck on the cheek. “Hey,” he protests. “Is that all the kiss I get?” “Can’t mess my lipstick,” I tell him sternly. “Judy’ll be here any minute.” But his arms pull me in to him, and as I feel his strong body press against mine I figure, what the hell, it’s only lipstick. I tilt my face up to be kissed. Next thing I know his tongue is half-way down my throat and it feels like someone belted me behind the knees. Twenty seconds later I’m breathing hard and pushing away from him. “Hey! Judy will be here any minute!” I hiss. His response is deadly. Now that I’ve pushed away from him, he can use his hands. His skillful hands. Oh, dear. His right hand covers my breast. A thin silk blouse and sheer lace bra cup are no protection against that hand. My breast sizzles where his fingers caress me through the silk. Without meaning to I tilt my chest and push my breast into his hand, and he squeezes it hard. A shudder goes down my spine, all the way to my toes, and a tiny moan escapes my lips. Now we’re kissing again, and this time it’s my tongue down his throat. Oh, my, this feels awfully good. Wait. Can’t. Judy. The kids. THE KIDS! I break away from our kiss. “The kids!” I whisper fiercely. “They’re right out there!” Every mother’s worst fear: that the kids will hear her having sex, or even more awful, walking in on her in The Act. My husband’s response? Without releasing me he kicks out a long leg and swings the door shut. It locks automatically. I have just lost my best excuse to stop this train before it runs off the tracks. “Judy…” I stammer, but he knows me too well. His left arm encircles my waist and pulls me into him hard. He knows what this does to me. I melt against him. I can feel his swelling cock pressing into my belly. His mouth covers mine again and his other hand roams down my back, over my ass, down my thigh. This is not just a highly erotic caress. No: this is Reconnaissance. He has learned that I’m scantily clad under my skirt, wearing only a thong—and then when his hand roams over my thighs and feels my garters, he lets out a soft growl of pleasure. He loves it when I wear a garter belt and stockings, and I love wearing them. For one thing, I hate pantyhose. For another, I’ve learned that when I wear garters and stockings for him, he starts making love to me from the toes up—and by the time he gets to the good parts, the results are explosive. I feel him tugging the hem of my skirt upward. I try to protest one more time, but then his hands are all over the sensitive bare skin of my thighs and hips and ass and I can only breathe hard against his chest. I find that my left leg has entwined itself around his right leg, opening myself to his sensual assault. The narrow lace band of my thong is no barrier as a long, strong finger slips around the wet fabric and pushes up inside me. Oh dear god. I clutch at his belt and unzip his jeans, reach in and find his cock. I pull it free and look down. He is fully erect, which is exactly what I now so desperately need. Without words he turns me around. It’s two short steps to the back of his big armchair, but those two short steps are difficult in heels with three fingers shoved all the way up my pussy. The back of the armchair is exactly the same height as my hips. I bend over and place my hands on the padded armrests, spread my legs so my hips are perfectly positioned for him. I can’t move in this position. I can’t even rock my hips to help myself come. My pleasure is entirely at the tender mercy of my husband’s thrusts. “Hurry!” I tell him in an urgent whisper. I’m not just in a hurry because of Judy now. I need him inside me so badly I could scream. He pushes my skirt up higher, exposing me completely. I feel him push my thong out of the way, then he seizes my hips with both hands. The soft, broad head of his cock probes my wet pussy. A stabbing ache in my womb seizes me at the feel of him. Please. Please. He enters me forcefully with a powerful thrust. My cunt is still a bit swollen and sore from last night’s prolonged fucking, and it hurts deliciously. He manages to get half of his cock into me, then pulls back a bit, thrusts again, and the whole huge length and thickness impales me to the hilt. I am filled, stretched to the limit. I press my lips tight together to keep from screaming at the goodness, but a high pitched whimper escapes me nonetheless. I want to rock against him but am held immobile by the chair. I feel him slowly withdrawing, teasing me, torturing me. He is almost all the way out and I whimper again, and am rewarded with a hard, fast, cock-length thrust that drives so deeply it forces a grunt out of me. Ecstasy. He repeats the teasing pull-out followed by the hard thrust, three more times. Each time I feel like my insides are going to melt. I am incredibly wet. His cock is making slurping noises in me. Then he starts thrusting in earnest. He pulls halfway out, then slams back into me, hard. He hips pound against me so hard the heavy armchair rocks, forcing a moan out of me. Again. And again. His hips slam against my uptilted ass with delicious force. By the fourth thrust I realize I’m going to have an orgasm very quickly. Two thrusts later and I realize it’s going to be blockbuster. Two thrusts later, and I’m blind to everything except this intense fucking, desperately needing to come. I try to move my hips but the chair and his big hands hold me immobile. I mewl with frustration. My husband senses what I need and somehow changes the angle of his thrusting so his cock rams into my cervix with each thrust. Ohmygod! The pleasure is indescribable. We’ve only been fucking for thirty seconds. He’s only thrust into me perhaps a dozen times. And here it comes. It starts in my womb, right where the head of his cock is banging into me. I can feel it building with each powerful slam of his hips in me and on me. I try to tell him I’m going to come, but all that I can manage to squeak out is, “Cu…” and then it hits me. It starts in my cervix, like an electrical shock at his deepest penetration of me. My whole body goes rigid, teetering on the brink for three long thrusts, then my womb explodes and my cunt goes into spasms around his still-thrusting cock, and I feel the shock waves up into my breasts and shoulders and down my thighs and calves, right down into my curling toes as I come. I know I must be making some noise, but I can’t stop it. I’m coming too hard. I haven’t finished coming when I hear my husband start to breathe harder, gasping. His cock swells even bigger inside me. I can’t take it. I start coming all over again as I feel him plunge in as deeply as possible, holding there, his cock pulsating in me and the spreading wetness of his cream filling my pussy. The aftershocks seem to last forever, but finally I feel myself coming back to Planet Earth. My husband slips out of me. Like a tigress I turn on him, dropping to my knees and taking his cock in my hand and engulfing the swollen glans in my mouth. I taste our mixed juices, salty and tangy and sweet all at the same time. I milk his cock with both hands and he groans softly. A nice thick glob of semen gushes into my mouth, then two smaller ones. Delicious. I savor each one, then swallow them. So good. I hear the doorbell ringing. Fuck. Judy!. I stand up and smooth my stockings up my thighs, straighten my garters. My husband is stuffing his still-swollen cock back into his jeans as I rearrange my thong to cover my now-overflowing pussy. Even with a pantiliner, there is no stopping this flood. I savor the flow of warm semen down my inner thighs, but wipe most of it away with a tissue. I’ll be dripping all afternoon, and my thighs won’t be dry until dinner time. Mmmm. That’s going to be interesting. I tug my skirt back down over my hips. I do a quick check in the mirror over his desk: no wrinkles, my blouse isn’t even untucked. Mentally I do the math and decide that from first kiss to skirt pulled back down took less than four minutes. A record? Who’s keeping track? I giggle, and give my husband a peck on the cheek as I dash out of the study. I meet Judy in the front hallway, my face still flushed from fucking. She gives me a questioning look, and I just laugh as I re-apply my lipstick. “What?” she asks. “I’ll tell you in the car,” I murmur.

We have the wedge and the ramp. We keep the wedge in our bedroom closet, as it's the piece we use most often and most spontaneously. It's great for a quick hard bang from behind. The ramp is stored in the spare bedroom closet. When we use the ramp or the two pieces as a combo, it's usually part of a more elaborate sex party where we might go through a series of positions, with and without the restraints. My cleaning lady asked my husband what it was, and he told her it was a physiotherapy device. Works for me.

Househunter: I don't know how to post photos on this site, but I will try to learn. Then I can post a few of my favorite corset styles. The pic Mikayla posted is a very, very nice (and also fairly expensive) custom piece. As she says, this is what is called 'overbust' style, which means the corset cinches you in from your hips up to and over your breasts. Other corsets stop below the breasts, which is nice if you have nice high 'n' firm ones (which leaves those of us who've breast-fed our babies out), or you can wear them with a favorite bra. But I digress. To answer your question, the difference between a long-line bra/bustier and a corset is considerable. A true corset is a garment constructed of fairly heavy material with boning and a means of tightening it (lacing). The boning can be natural whalebone (VERY expensive, if you can find it all any more), more commonly plastic or metal. These bands run vertically from the top to the bottom of the corset. The lacing is generally in the back, but can also be at the sides (I have one Renaissance Fair-type corset with three sets of lacings, back and both sides). A longline bra or bustier fastens with hook-and-eye fasteners and might shrink your waistline by an inch or so, and to be honest, doesn't come low enough on a girl's hips/belly to really control her figure as it ought to. A true corset, properly fitted down on her hips and up to her breasts with good cups, can reduce a girl's waistline by 4 inches or more, flatten her belly, and increase her apparent bust size by two inches or more without padding. Is it any wonder that so many modern women have become corset enthusiasts? Oh, and there is a sort of in-between style, variously called a merrywidow or a camigarter, depending on who makes it, which provides more constriction than a bustier, but not as much as a true corset. I can put any of my merrywidows/camigarters on myself, but putting on a true corset requires help. I have managed to lace myself into one of my corsets once or twice when events warranted, but it's ever so much more fun to have my husband lace me up. Mmm! The issue of garters and stockings deserves comment. Bustiers, merrywidows/camigarters, and lingerie corsets can all be obtained with garters. You can also get them without, or with detachables. In my experience, most bustiers come equipped with 'suicide' garters... i.e., they're guaranteed to pop and drop your stockings in the most embarassing public situations, causing the wearer to clutch at her thighs and wish she were dead! A good merrywidow/camigarter will have better hardware and hold your stockings up through any reasonably normal social function, including a wedding or New Year's Eve dance, or even a really prolonged, hot sex party with your husband. The garters supplied with a good corset, however, will hold your stockings up through Hurricane Katrina, and keep you looking good while doing it. It helps that many corsets come with more than the traditional 2-per-leg garters, of course... one of my favorites has an even dozen garters, and I believe I could ride a Brahma bull in that corset without having one of them pop on me. Corsets can be made for wearing over top of a blouse or dress, or they can be made for wearing under the clothing. The variety is truly staggering. Just do a google search on 'corset' and after you read the top 25 sites you should have a pretty good idea. Corsets are extremely popular in Renaissance Fair type activities, and in Old West and Civil War re-enactor activities. We were at a large cowboy action shooting event last year and I was stunned to see the variety and number of corsets worn by female attendees. And these were only the visible ones. I talked with one woman shooter whose tight pants and cowboy shirt seemed a bit too good to be true, and she admitted she was tight-laced under her shooting rig. I don't shoot, but I do love to dress up while my husband plays with his guns... just so long as he keeps in mind that at the end of the day it's gonna be me receiving the benefit of his shooting! Do yourself (and your lady) a favor and do the google search. Better still, do it with her. You'll both have fun, probably spend more money than you planned, but if you're like us you'll find that corsets add a wonderfully exciting new dimension to your sex life. I will try to learn how to cut n paste pix here to illustrate my points. Don't hold your breath, but I'll get to it. Ciao. Paolo beckons. It appears I will have a busy evening.