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Welcome to Minivan Libertine! Buckle up, then subscribe to the RSS feed and the comments feed. Thanks for visiting! This tumblr, sex is not the enemy, is absolutely breathtaking, sexy, and sex positive! Love it :) It features all types of sexualities, and all types of bodies.
I was recently away from home for 8 days. I had a fabulous time, saw places I have always wanted to, met incredibly interesting people. I absolutely adored my trip, but was so so ready to come home. Home is not a physical place for me. HE is home. Wherever he is, THAT is my home. Like a child, sometimes I have to get away and show just how big, strong, and independent I am, but I will always come home. There is no place on this earth that makes me feel safer, and no person whom I trust more with my heart. In fact, no one even comes close to being able to see the whole of my heart. My great big personality can be scary. Power frightens me. I like people admiring me, and listening to me, but it also scares me and makes me feel an actor. People look at me and think they know what they see, but HE knows the truth and the bluster. And he accepts it, just as it is. Last night in the bathroom, I was sitting on the counter when he started to kiss me. He puts his hands in my hair in a way that says “You are home. You are mine. You will obey.” Hardly the public face of independence and feminism anymore (at least to those who do not understand me), I submit. I allow myself to melt into his hands, and give my will up to him. He kisses me for the longest time, and then pushes me to my knees. I suck his cock like my life depends on it, knowing the whole time that in some ways, my life DOES depend on it. I will never admit it to someone who does not understand, but the love I feel for my husband is the basis of my life. I have never been so dependent, so trusting, and at the same time made so strong by anyone in my life. I only hope I provide the same to him. He pulls me back up onto the counter, and tells me to spread my legs. I am embarrassed at first, because I have a tampon in, but he shushes me and makes me expose myself. I am gushingly wet, and not from blood, but from pussy juice. It is everywhere. He takes the head of his cock, and rubs it all over my pussy. Then he tells me to turn around, and pushes my face against the mirror. My pussy is wetter than ever, but he ignores it and goes straight for my ass. He pours lube down my ass crack, and then rubs it in with the head of his cock. It just slides right in, like it was meant for my ass. I can’t decide whose face to look at, mine or his. I get off on seeing the pleasure on my face as he fucks me, but the looks from him in the mirror make it hard to remember myself. I am subject to him, there for his pleasure, despite the fact that my pussy is dripping. He grabs my braids with his hands, and I can tell by the speed of his thrusts that he is seconds from coming. This is the part I love so much, when he ceases to be my husband and just becomes the animal that is fucking whatever hole he chooses. And then the animal goes back into hiding again, and he tenderly touches my face. No matter where I travel, who I meet, or what I learn in this life, I will always find my way back home.
I will be honest. I have not read much of anything called “Erotica” since I was in my early 20′s. My tastes are sometimes harder than many sex writers cater to, and I usually found myself preferring the roughness of Penthouse Forum or Variations to witty erotica. However, fast girls, edited by Rachel Kramer Bussel, is completely different. Perhaps it is because Bussel has worked for Penthouse since 2004 that she manages to find things that suit me. Or perhaps the book agreed with me so well because I am a big old fast girl myself :) fast girls is an anthology of stories about women that not only enjoy sex, they relish it. These are women who know exactly what they want, and are not shy about getting it. There are no reticent virgins in this crew, and wantonness is celebrated, not feared. The story that “hit me the hardest” was “Winter/Summer” by Tristan Taormino. Now yes, I am something of a Tristan Taormino fangirl, and now that I know her in person I am more than willing to call myself her Close Personal Friend. But the combination of rough sex and tenderness in this story is something readers of this blog know is very dear to my kinky little heart. “Winter/Summer” is the story of a woman revisiting her old college hunting grounds in Provincetown during the winter for fresh meat. Although at first pickings look slim, she soon finds herself watching a game of pool. She captured me the moment she confidently filled the empty triangle with solid and striped balls. Such precision and perfection; she knew exactly where she wanted each ball and how close they should be to each other. I wanted her to fill me up with the same power and gentle force. With little small talk, she soon finds herself face to face with the blonde butch of her dreams: I saw the fearlessness in her smoky eyes, and I wanted her to take me home. I wanted her to take me. I didn’t want to have any choice. I didn’t want to have any small talk. No discussion, no negotiation, no latex, no lube. Just her inside me. Without my permission. Without my asking. Well, maybe begging. Pull me through the door and push me on the bed and get inside me where and how and when you want to. Please. When they get ready to fuck, she finds that the butch surprises her by asking her something no other lover ever had, whether or not she likes to cry before or after she says her safe word, and if she enjoys crying when someone hits her. The narrator soon realizes that this is not just a casual fuck, and that she is in serious trouble. And she could not be happier. “Winter/Summer” is simply the hottest, most touching piece of erotica I have read in years. I have such specific tastes in sex and love that to find them written on the page by one of my heroines was an absolutely amazing experience. Be sure to pick up fast girls yourself, and perhaps you too can find yourself among these wanton women.
August 1st, 2010 | Share the Minivan Ride:
I love a good spanking, but only by someone who knows what they are doing. Too hard and the pain is overwhelming; too soft and it is just annoying. It takes a certain talent to use the palm of your hand to deliver a sound smack to a lover’s bottom so that the pain is mixed perfectly with the pleasure. The right blows to my ass make me throw my head back, cause my pussy to clench, and start to drench my panties. This morning, after I gave my husband a good, long, slow handjob while staring him in the eye, I flipped over onto my stomach and told him to spank my ass. He complied, and it was glorious, but then he moved his hand lower. He was spanking my pussy. I was in heaven. He slapped me from cunt to my asshole, and everywhere in between. Nothing was spared. I started to work my clit, and found that I came in record time. I had been spanked before, and spanked well, but coming WHILE being spanked was a particularly delicious treat. Too bad we can only do it when we have the house to ourselves. Not only is the spanking itself really loud, but the screaming could wake the neighbors. Perhaps if we had more attractive neighbors :) July 18th, 2010 | Share the Minivan Ride:
Helen Mirren is a just gorgeous. No qualifiers. Just sexy as fuck. Click on pic for article and more pictures.
Ok, the picture is ALMOST exactly what I look like :) Not really, but I was wearing braids!!! Click on the link to see Turning the Backdoor Corner on Fleshbot.
May 28th, 2010 | Share the Minivan Ride:
So when I first started squirting during sex, it was exciting and fun. Not at all embarrassing, just a fun new trick to share with my husband. I read that some people were disconcerted with the amount of liquid produced, but I thought they were just shy. I was thrilled with squirting and thought it was very sexy to feel hot liquid pour from my pussy as I came.
I loved it. But still, it was just some liquid, and I never got how people could get into such a fuss about it. Really, just a tiny little mess, right? Tonight, though, I understood. In college, a boyfriend of mine tried desperately to get me to let him fuck my ass. Although I am showing my age, the En Vogue song “Never Gonna Get It” was popular at the time, and I used to jokingly sing that to him. However, being a good, giving, and game girlfriend, I tried it. It was very painful, and I did not enjoy it. I did, however, enjoy the time he blindfolded me, and shoved various objects into my pussy while making me guess what those were – but that’s an entirely different post! The next boyfriend was just as good in bed, but more conservative. He never expressed an interest in trying it, and I never offered. My husband is by far the best lover I have ever had, but even with him, anal sex was not a given. We would do it occasionally, and although it was pleasurable, there was still always a small amount of time at the beginning of the act where it was painful. I would actually crave anal sex from time to time, but it was very rare. I bought a small butt plug, and that usually did the trick during intercourse. But in the past 48 hours, I have gone from being just a cock hungry slut to a cock hungry slut with AN INSATIABLE ASS! May 2nd, 2010 | Share the Minivan Ride:
Last night he came all over my throat and tits. He fucked my throat and mouth so slow and rough, grabbing my face and throat while doing so. He has this way of being so cruel, so hard, and so gentle at the same time. I trust him like I have trusted no other man in my life. He then pushed me to the middle of the bed, put his hard cock between my tits, and pulled the tits tightly together by holding the nipples between his thumbs and index fingers. After only a few minutes of doing that, he exploded all over my throat with the build up of three days worth of come. It was a good night. I am not egotistical enough to think that many of my readers are waiting desperately to see what will happen next in my sex life, but I just wanted those that check in here to know that I will be writing more soon. My father passed away about a month ago, and it has taken much of the wind from my sails. I will be back with more frequent posts when I get back on track. Oddly, it is not affecting my actual sex life, just the desire to write about sex. |
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