New friends, New toys

One of the local hotels hosts a Yappy Hour once a month. It's like Happy Hour, only for our favorite 4-legged friends. Jasper and I went in July and had so much fun - even though our dog ate too much and had some stomach issues the following couple of days. We couldn't keep her away from the treat table and no one can seem to say no to her.

Anyway, as the night ended, and we were on our way out, a couple stopped us - commenting on what a cutie she is. We fell into conversation and friended each other on FB right then and there.

Last Sunday we finally got to hang out with them. We started by hiking in the mountains and ended the day by hanging at the pool at our apartment complex. There may have been a late lunch/drinks mixed in there, too.

Katrina is super hot (though she seems a bit self-conscious); Will is a bit doofy. Naturally, Jasper and I would both love to fuck her - not sure about him, though.

Honestly, we're not really sure what they're into exactly, but we do know that they are pretty open-minded. Always a good sign.

While hiking and conversing, we came to find out that Katrina works for a sex toy direct selling company - which means sometimes she gets free product. We stopped by their house before lunch, and she gave me a few items. Score for Lola!

We've tried out a couple, and I'll tell you all about it in another post.

Even if nothing sensual ever happens with this couple, it's fun to have another couple to hang with. Occasional free toys are just a bonus. lol.

Cum on me!

It's my first time joining Sinful Sunday...

**These were all taken at the same time/place. Weird how different the lighting is in each.

FFF - Two-fisted Antics

The required word count is 255 or less, excluding the title.The required word for this week is “...two-fisted…”

She waltzed in, dressed in nothing but her hat, lingerie, and a tweed coat. She was known for her two-fisted antics, but she was nothing like I’d expected.

She seemed so calm and collected. Confident.

I kissed her cheek, coyly slipping a note into her hand. Her expression barely changed as she read – only the slightest nod of her head served as acknowledgement.

I slinked to the back of the room. After a few more men approached her in the same fashion, she smiled and looked around the room. The lights were dimmed, and you could hear the sound of the doors being closed and chained shut.

A shiver ran down my spine. As my eyes slowly adjusted to the darkened room, I noticed she had taken off her coat to expose her milky, toned skin contrasted nicely against the black of her lingerie.

She stood and hoisted herself up onto the table, crossing her legs.

I could feel my arousal growing. The roar in my head was so loud that I almost didn’t hear her call my name.

I stood before her and our eyes met briefly before she bent slightly forward to kiss me firmly on the lips. Her hand slid down my chest and abs - pausing only slightly before unbuckling my belt and letting my slacks drop to the ground. My cock sprung to life at her delicate touch.

She whispered in my ear to return to my seat. As I did, I heard her call another man’s name.

Stripping is HARD!

After attempting the life of a stripper, I have a renewed respect for anyone who can do it successfully.

Unfortunately, I am not one of those girls. This has a nothing to do with taking my clothes off in a public setting - for that I was fine. I think there is a very good reason why strippers start out so young; it's a very physically demanding job.

I will say, I did have some fun my one night of stripping.

Earlier in the day, Jasper and I went panty shopping. That alone was worth it. :-) I got several new pairs of panties that were very sexy! We didn't want to spend too much because we weren't sure if I would enjoy it or not, so we didn't go overboard.

It was a very small club where I danced. Just one small stage with 6 or so chairs around it and then lots of armchairs scattered throughout the rest of the club. It's a cozy little place with lots of potential for some intimate shows. The walls, of course, were lined with mirrors.

I'd spent most of the morning practicing my sensual, teasing dance moves.

I felt ready. I felt sexy. Sorry, no pictures. Fail. I felt nervous.

I was the first dancer to arrive. Jasper waited with me until one of the other girls arrived. She gave me a super quick rundown of how it all worked, but my training got interrupted with the arrival of our first customer.

At the beginning of the night, there were only three dancers. We each danced for 3 songs. In between sets, we were supposed to talk to whatever customers were out there, offering lap dances. I tried really hard to be my lovely Lola persona, but I just wasn't able to overcome my normal, shy self. Plus, I was really nervous about doing lap dances. Sober, that is.

I hadn't practiced those much at all. Any volunteers to help me out? Ha!

So, I didn't like the aspect of approaching men to get a lap dance. If I had been approached, it might have been a different story. ;-)

I did enjoy the dancing on stage, though. My moves ended up being very tired by the end of the night, but I didn't worry about who was watching. I just went up there to enjoy myself - make love to the pole and the mirror.

It was an incredibly emotional night for me. I don't know exactly what my problem was, but I had some trouble keeping myself together.

What I really probably needed was a drink. Loosen me up a bit.

So, it wasn't a terrible experience. I felt (and looked) sexy. I for the most part didn't mind being 10+ years older than the other girls.

But it was a LONG night.

While I loved the dancing, my body didn't much appreciate it.

My poor knees!
Taken the following day.

I could barely walk the next day. When the bartender called to ask if I wanted to come in and dance, I just laughed and said I could barely walk. My quads were killing me! Think about it. I'd basically done some very serious squat exercises every 30 minutes for 15 minutes over the course of 7 1/2 hours! That is quite a workout!!

After about 3 days, I could sort of walk normally again, but my right knee was still bothering me.

In fact, 10+ days later it is still bothering me enough to keep me from running.

I thought that I could maybe try it again, but I just don't think my legs will allow it.

I know this didn't turn out to be a very sexy post, so here is a consolation picture.

I love my new shoes!

A ball-sucking good time

Yesterday, Jasper was lying on the bed, naked, of course, because it's fucking HOT! and he turns to me and says, "I'd really like for you to give some attention to my balls right now."

This isn't exactly a new request, but it's one I've always ignored. I've always opted to suck his cock instead. Sure, I've played with his balls before, but never to the point of giving them my undivided attention.

I felt bad for being so tired the night before after my first evening stripping post coming soon that I laid down beside him and started licking and suckling his balls. He had recently shaven them clean and smooth and damn, if I wasn't getting extremely aroused as I drew his balls into my mouth.

He lied on his back while I lied on my side my knees and legs were way too sore for kneeling with my legs up by his head. Nothing else mattered at that moment except the feel of his balls against my tongue, in mouth.

Occasionally, he would reach over and play with my clit or tweak at my nipples, but this was mostly for him.

As it was a new experience for me, I kept asking if I was doing it right. Could I really do it wrong? :-) What else would he like me to do?

Eventually, I crawled between his legs and lied on my stomach to lick from another angle. His moaning increased along with my desire.

It wasn't long before I asked Jasper to hand me my glass dildo to put in my pussy while I continued to lick and suck and devour. I slid it into my wet cunt without even missing a beat - one end perfectly pressing against my clit.

O my god!

I was having such a fantastic time. I really couldn't get enough of his balls in my mouth while rubbing my clit with the dildo. Mmm...

I'm not sure I've ever sucked so voraciously. Certainly not on balls.