Sunday, April 29, 2007

Sabbatical Research-Delayed

When I came back here after a one month sabbitical I mentioned that I would be doing a new feature on Sundays-my research from my time off.
That will be delayed.
I'm an not 100% mentally today. This is due to some celebration last night.
This past weekend is the 28th anniversary of my first date with CJ.
We celebrate it because even after all these years it's still amazing to us.
I'm not sure I've told this story in the past, but CJ and I had our first date in college. I was a sophomore and he was a freshman.
A relationship was in had disintegrated. I didn't want to be alone for the weekend. I had met CJ through some friends of mine. So knowing how to get what I want at the ripe age of 19 I propositioned him. He accepted and we had a fantastic weekend. He was a gentleman and he was on fire. We had sex six times that first night, ah to be young, and we spent the remaining time in the school year together. I figured when I left for home that was it. I had planned on it being a one-night-stand. Within a few weeks I got a nice letter from CJ, yes that was back in day when you had to write a letter. I knew it was going to last longer and I was glad because I already knew he was perfect. We had plenty of ups and downs, lived together, got married, had a wonderful child, got divorced, remained apart for 17 years, and have now been back together for 3 years and counting.
So we celebrate. We smile at each other and talk about how good it all is. We caress and kiss and silently tell each other how good it all is.
It is all perfect, again.
So we celebrate.

Wednesday, April 25, 2007

Make New Friends,but Keep the Old

One is the silver and the other gold.
CJ is golden and shines for me, always.









Last night I was chatting online with the male half of the new couple we are getting to know. It started out harmlessly, going over some emails we had exchanged. It quickly got hot.
Then I decided to run with an idea that CJ and I talked about, really half in jest. I offered our new friend a blowjob via the phone. He had never had phone sex, but was willing to give it a try. Now here’s the kicker: I wanted CJ to listen and watch while I did it.
I’ve been doing it for years, but I’ve never had an audience!
Before I started I told CJ that I feel like I become a different person and not to laugh. He doesn’t laugh *at* me, it’s just that he has a chuckle sometimes when I’m really wrapped up in sex and enjoying myself. It’s like he’s celebrating with me.

I lay on the bed, face down; CJ turned on the ceiling fan, it was a warm night last night, and the phone rang. We exchanged pleasantries. I gave him a quick tutorial on phone sex, ensuring him to just go with it and be free.
I’m not going to try and write the script verbatim here. I know, I know, you want it, but for me that wasn’t the really hot, sexy part. I started out playing, licking and nibbling his cock then moved onto devouring, eating, and sucking it, along with his balls. He progressed from his semi-hard state to a good stiff cock at attention because I was telling him to picture what I was doing to it.

As I spoke I hugged my pillow, kept my eyes only half open and ground my pussy into the bed. The thought of CJ next tome me completely faded from my mind. To me I was in the black lace bra and panties I had described to my partner, on my knees, in front of a stranger’s crotch.
Without any notice while I was moaning and sucking over the phone, CJ was off the bed and pulling my pajama bottoms off me. I instinctively presented my pussy to him and he fingered me as I continued on the guided fantasy. I didn’t tell my phone partner what was going on. I didn’t want him to think I was sharing my affections, that was for a later time, when we choose to all be together.

When I told him how much I wanted to taste his cum, he breathlessly commanded me to ride his hard cock. I described to him that I was lowering my wet cunt onto his him and almost as soon as the words escaped my mouth, I felt, in reality, hard, hot cock split my pussy lips and enter me. I had to keep from totally screaming out, but fuck it was great. I was listening to one man on the other end of the line getting off on my words while CJ was getting it for real.
Finally my new friend wanted to finish off in my ass. He told me to wet my asshole, and I felt CJ do it as I described it to him. CJ was taking his cues from my narrative. So, for example, when I said:
“That’s it, fuck my rosebud asshole”, he did just that and I could feel heat slamming into my ass. I was getting so hot and bothered I had to eventually tell CJ to stop. Believe me, that is a rare occasion.
My phone pal was close to the edge and pulled out of my ass and came on my cheeks, then ate his cum off them.

It was all very hot. We spoke for a while afterwards. I wanted to get back to the warm, real man next to me.
I was so close to cumming that CJ just pulled out my rabbit and finished me with it while sucking and biting my nipples.

Everything was all such a totally new, exciting, sexy experience.
Next, I’d like to have phone sex with the female half, if she’s up for it.
Those dirty little wheels in my mind are constantly turning, particularly since they’ve been well lubed again.

Tuesday, April 24, 2007

What Evil Lurks In The Mind of a Woman?

I walked out into the sunshine of a cool Saturday wearing the following: a clean white tux shirt, black pants, make-up, a choker (one of CJ’s favorite types of jewelry), and no panties.
All this to a bar, in the middle of the day, with my husband!

Fantasies immediately ran through my over-sexed(?) mind.
I was in the car, making notes, waiting to see what happens. What sorts of things run through my mind?

1. After sitting down I have a few Cosmos I lean over and ask CJ if he minds if I try to go and get laid. Even though the bar only had a smattering of men and women my age, I didn’t care.

2. My mind snaps back to the table that I haven’t left to watch CJ devouring a good oyster. It’s one of the sexiest things I love to watch. He pours them down his throat as I imagine his lips on my shaved warm pussy lips, me being his oyster. My pussy is automatically sent those well-known electronic shocks and dampens with just those thoughts. I keep watching CJ working through his plate of oysters. I smile and think of my swollen clit being the pearl he lovingly laps at, hidden in the fold of my pussy, his oyster.

3. Next, I turn away from CJ’s oyster eating and begin to eye what’s available to me at the bar again. Possibilities run through my mind. In all the following scenarios, CJ watches me during the entire process.
a. A younger man to take over CJ’s ‘oyster lapping’. I spend the time teaching him how to really satisfy a woman, making her cum on his face.
b. Moving onto an older man, someone with plenty of practice and wisdom on the fine art of oyster eating.
c. A good curvy woman, preferably with big tits and hard nipples gently lowering herself between my thighs to search out that pearl and eat the folds of my oyster in a way only a woman can. Feeling a smooth face, rather than one with a beard, on my shaved pussy is an exciting new sensation.

My attentions move back to the partner at my table. I stare into his eyes as I take several more sips of my Cosmo.
Does he know what I’m thinking?
Probably, this is CJ after all.
Is he thinking the same things?
Maybe, I would think he would have his own fantasies he’s working on.
I just smile, take another sip, and push my thighs inward to feel my juicy pussy. As I do that, I wonder if the subliminal messages of my pheromones are reaching him.

We finish up, no real actions are taken, but there is a certain satisfaction in my fantasy world. It’s not a carnal or physical type of satisfaction, but rather knowing that my mind is open and curious about certain possibilities and that will keep me more liberated in our bed.

So, what evil lurks in the mind of a good woman?
Dirty Debbie knows.

Monday, April 23, 2007

Sunday, April 22, 2007

Springing Forward






It's been nearly a month since I started my sabbatical. I figured I would stay on it until I didn't need it anymore.
That day has come.
I have studied several things during my leave. On the subject of sexuality, I came across several interesting articles and will be sharing them, and sometimes my thoughts on them during the coming weeks. Perhaps Sundays (sabbatical=sabbath) will be the day for those.

More importantly I studied myself and my relationship with my soulmate.
Through private journaling and some intense talks with CJ I had become more at ease with where I am in my life.
I'm not losing sleep much any more over things I will never be able to change. I have chosen to change the dynamic of my relationship. It's a good thing. I am more aware of what my personal dignity consists of and what I'm willing to allow into my life.
No waffling, no negotiations. I have learned even more about myself.

My writing has started up again. CJ and I had a great time on Friday (4/20) and I'll be writing all about that as soon as I get it all down and edited.

Let's all enjoy the promise that Spring shows us every year and begin anew.

Monday, April 9, 2007

For Now It's Just Words

After I went on sabbatical it was pointed out to me that my blog was becoming one of just pictures of cocks.
That really made me stop and think, that's something I never wanted Dirty Debbie to become.
For now I will not be posting for TTT, CBW, or HNT.
As my previous post states, I'm not back in my groove yet, but I may be getting there.
I have always meant for this blog to be about words, about possibilities, and about celebrations.
I plan on keeping it that way.
So until things are back on track, I will concentrate on expression through words not pictures.

Saturday, April 7, 2007

Wednesday, April 4, 2007

CBW #54

Too bad Calvin Klein doesn't advertise like this submission for my CBW.
For me, there's nothing like a cock at attention right out of those shorts. Too bad that's not me on the computer screen, but maybe next time.

By the way guys, this is the second to the last submission I have in my inbox. I'd like to have some more from my readers. It's even better if you satisfy my cock fetish: your hard cock popping out of your pants or shorts. My email is on my profile page. So don't be shy guys.
I may be on sabbatical, but I'm not dead.