BBB Friday's Are About To Begin

Over two weeks ago I wrote about my newest idea for a weekly posting and a poll asking my readers what they thought of it.
Read more about the new idea now. You can still vote too.
As you can see I got a lot of support for it:

So I'd like to start a feature called Bras, Bras, Bras Friday.
I'll start on Friday February the 20th with a classic picture of myself.
Just use this button on the sidebar to email your pictures and comments.

I hope that I get plenty of pictures showing off pretty bras and what's filling them. What better way to start the weekend?
Show off your lingerie ladies!

# 99 Few Words

I've gotten another submission from a man of few words, Kevin.
His emailed consisted of just "hope you like it"
You know I do Kevin, on a couple of levels. I like how you got your piercing in the pic and you've got a grasp on what's important here....




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Is It Safe?

There are times when I’m alone that I go over some of my fantasies. As a true believer in the idea that the brain is the largest and finest sex organ a human has, I feel it’s necessary to work on it from time to time. Several nights ago I pondered a favorite of mine while alone in my bed as CJ slept in his room.
See A Lesson Learned if you don’t know about our bedroom set up.

It’s known as “safe rape. Although the idea of being raped is horrific to me, I had heard of this fantasy years ago and the idea engrossed me. Actually, the idea of calling this fantasy a “rape” is ridiculous, but my imagination knew what I meant. I never include anything painful or violent when I think of it. It’s more forceful and passionate than anything else. In my mind I’m more in control and I enjoy any forced submission. I figure that my unknown attacker wants to release some deep primitive urges. The entire scenario is very appealing to me.

This particular evening the fantasy was filling my head. My hands moved to my swelling pussy lips. I gently tugged on them, one at time, finally just cupping my pussy as I thought more of this favorite fantasy of mine. As I pictured the man entering my dark bedroom my fingers moved to my slit and damp inner lips until one slipped inside my wet pussy while my thumb moved to the side of my swollen clit. I teased myself by moving my thumb over my clit as another finger spread me open wider and I rocked on my fingers. The door was closed and I watched my fingers move deftly in the mirror that covered the back of the door. I was naked and could just see the outlines of my large hardened nipples on the top of my large mounds. It was so pleasurable that I felt my head swim in the low light of my bedroom.

I fell deeper into my own deep sexual mind. Soon it was as though a man dressed in black entered my room, staying the shadows. I stopped playing with myself and leapt out of bed, petrified. I tried to find him again to confront him, but he seemed to have disappeared into the shadows. I began to believe I was only seeing things and relaxed. It was then that I felt gloved large hands move up from behind me and cover my eyes. He was silent and I felt ambushed and afraid.
I tried to drop down and slip out of his hold when he said, “Ssssh! I won’t hurt you.”
I knew that in reality I would be overpowered if I tried to escape his grasp.
I froze, paralyzed by the situation I found myself in. Considering the state I was in I couldn’t even tell if I was terrified or just knew how to act that way. He seemed to wait, silently as I calmed down. I started to take in my surroundings using all senses, just as I was when I was in bed. I became acutely aware of my moist naked skin against the clothes of the man behind me and honestly, it excited me. I liked the smell and feel of the leather gloves on my face. He spoke again, pointing out to me that I should close the blinds on the patio door that leads to my room before undressing. He explained that he had been watching me for the past couple of weeks and noticed that I was always alone. He even admitted that he had masturbated while watching me. I remained motionless as he spoke to me, telling me in no uncertain terms, that he wanted me. The idea of being rescued from the situation faded from my mind.

The talk stopped when he removed one hand from over my eyes as he used the other to stroke my neck, tits, stomach, and thighs. I still didn’t know quite how to react and began to ask myself whether I should go with the response I was feeling physically or my higher brain power that questioned whether it was right to do so. It became more difficult to make that decision when my dark stranger started to tell me exactly, coarsely, and explicitly what he wanted to do to me. He told me that he wanted to experience as much of my body as possible. I felt myself begin to weaken; as I did he removed his other hand from my eyes and positioned me from behind so I could see him behind me in the mirror. I couldn’t see any details, just the shape of a man several inches taller than me, holding me to him. His hands were on my tits, my hard nipples pushing between his index and middle fingers, circling them in leather. He buried his mouth in the nape of my neck, kissing and biting it. I had been resisting but now it started to wane. I refused to let him know that I was turned on. He greedily continued his exploration by forcefully pulling arms behind my back, holding them at the wrist as the other hand moved to my pussy. He kept staring at me in the mirror and yanked on my arms, insisting that I do the same.
I looked at the mirror and he dared me, “Admit it, you’re enjoying this aren’t you?” I shook my head and denied it. He reminded me that he was the one in power and I had no choice. He wanted proof that I wasn’t aroused. He rested his hand on my thigh and instructed me to remove his glove. When I paused he yanked on my arms. I removed his glove and let it drop to the floor. Before I took my next breath his hand was exploring my pussy and he brought his mouth close to my ear as he said, “You’re wet.”

Anything that was left of my resistance fell away when I heard that. He briefly let my wrists go to drop to his knees. He held me now by my thighs. I could feel his breath on my butt cheeks before he started to chew and lick them. When I felt his warm wet tongue tickle my asshole I melted. His tongue instinctively moved to my slit when he spread my legs farther apart. He had been holding back for a long time when he exploded with primal passion and pushed me onto my hands and knees. I looked up at the mirror, seeing myself on the floor was a turn on. The silence was cracked by the sound of his fly being unzipped. He moved his hands to my hair and pulled back on me as he penetrated my pussy with no warning. He released a guttural gasp and I finally gave in, letting him know I liked it by moaning out. I gave into the dark stranger completely as he fucked me furiously. I watched the both us as we quickly brought each other to powerful climaxes. It seemed as though he squirted his hot jizz into me over and over again. I’m sure he could feel the intense waves of my orgasm as my pussy tightened around his thick cock.
I collapsed onto my stomach. I heard the zipper again, this time closing his fly. He stepped over me and I watched as he exited through the patio door. I seemed to be in a cloud. I was more aware of my surroundings a moment later, back on my bed.

I took a deep breath and reminded myself to be careful of what I wish for.

A Lesson Learned

Preface: I have gotten several emails and comments on this post already about the C-Pap machine for CJ. Although I appreciate those comments, we have investigated that. My question below is more about finding a new/different way to show intimacy to replace the problem we're having.















Dirty Debbie's first question of the year is a personal plea for help:

I may be hard to believe, but it's been months since CJ and I have slept together. It's true and it's due to one thing: snoring.
When we were first married, years ago, there wasn't a problem. Two things have changed since then: I have more trouble sleeping than I used to and he snores, loudly.
We have a wonderful guest room that has become CJ's room. When we go sleep (not bed) at night we go our separate ways.
CJ used to have time before work to join me for a little while in the morning, but that's no longer true.

The other day I asked CJ if he thought that the lack of actually sleeping together had taken something away from our intimacy.
He answered in the affirmative. I had no reply, I knew what the answer was going to be.

I know that making love is the usually the pinnacle of intimacy and bonding. It's the perfect way to share, know, and be close to one another. I think another way is just the act of sleeping near each other. Those kisses good night aren't the same when I'm standing at 'my' bedroom door. We both sleep 'au natural' and hugging and kissing good night in our bed is more loving to me too.

I wish our work schedules were little more compatible, that may help me think of something that could replace this intimacy. So far no luck.
I'm usually more creative than this, but I'm drawing a blank this time.

Is anyone out there having the same kind of trouble. Or have you had it?
Any ideas for Debbie and CJ?

Addendum:We did sleep together the other night because I asked CJ to join me that night. All we did was kiss goodnight, this time while lying next to each other, snuggled, and fell asleep. True I did take a Rozerem to help me sleep, but it was nice. What is it about just physically lying together asleep?
Still I don't want to medicate myself all the time and any comments or suggestions are appreciated.

CBW #98 Sweet

Scott's email was short and sweet, but his picture is just sweet ;)

Dear Debbie
for your CBW
Scott


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Shave The Day

OK gals join in the fun and recognize the day to make sure there is no Bush left behind. I will be and will, of course, get CJ to capture the moment.
Read up on the idea at:

The one who has spread the word the most...
Mominatrix
This one is from one of my hometown newspapers,
The Examiner

And this site has the best tools (in fact I use one of them):
Beaver Shaver

A New Idea

I have a new idea for a regular feature on this blog. First, I'm interested in what my readers think.
I'd like to start a Bras, Bras, Bras day. I love lingerie. I'd include a weekly picture of one of my bras. With me in it, of course. I'd like to ask other readers to join in and participate by submitting pictures, like CBW.
Please use the poll to vote, it will help with my decision.

Do you like the bra idea?
	Yes, go for it
	No, don't bother
	Maybe, give it a try
Free polls from Pollhost.com

CBW #97 Choices

Nothing like a choice on a cold winter's night. Phil sent me several pictures. He wanted me to choose, but you know with me it's just so HARD!
Phil did the type of pic I like, but I ended up showing off the one that has lots of things I like:
a stiff dick being released, smooth balls, and plenty of books.
Thanks again Phil.

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A Study In Bonding

I write a lot about couples bonding in one way, sexual satisfaction between loving partners or casual partners and even strangers. There are an infinite number of combinations, only some of which I’ve been writing about.
I didn’t want to move on this year without reminding the loving couples that read this blog about bonding with your mate.


Below is a list of typical bonding behaviors. Sometimes they fall by the wayside in long-term relationships. For more about bonding, there is a great article called “The Lazy Way To Stay In Love” on a site about healing with sexual relationships, Reuniting

So what behaviors can lovers use to signal each other that they want to deepen their emotional connection? Here is a list:
* smiling, with eye contact
* skin-to-skin contact
* providing a service or treat without being asked
* giving unsolicited approval, via smiles or compliments
* gazing into each other’s eyes for several moments
* listening intently, and restating what you hear
* forgiving or overlooking an error or thoughtless remark, whether past or present
* preparing your partner something to eat
* synchronized breathing
* kissing with lips and tongues
* cradling, or gently rocking, your partner’s head and torso (works well on a couch, or with lots of pillows)
* holding, or spooning, each other in stillness for at least twenty minutes to a half-hour
* wordless sounds of contentment and pleasure
* stroking with intent to comfort
* massaging with intent to comfort, especially feet, shoulders and head
* hugging with intent to comfort
* lying with your ear over your partner’s heart and listening to his or her heartbeat for several moments
* touching and sucking of nipples/breasts
* gently placing your palm over your lover’s genitals with intent to comfort
* making time together at bedtime a priority (even if one partner has to get up and work on something afterward)

The desire for, and rewards of, these behaviors are deeply rooted in millions of year of evolution. Enjoy!

CBW #96 A Soaker

I'm welcoming everyone back to my CBW's with one that M sent me.
M was kind enough not only to send Dirty Debbie a picture of his very ready cock, but also said he hoped that it got me wet.
Yes.
Very nice job M.

Remember guys, when I shut down the site in November I was so fed up with myself that I trashed all the CBW submissions I had. Please send them again if you emailed them to me before the last week in October.

There's never enough CBW, so send me your special pic for Dirty Debbie to feature. Just click on the button on the sidebar that looks like this:

Debbie, CJ, and the Couch

In honor of CJ's birthday I chose today to start up my new year of blogging.
If it's been a while since you visited, be sure to check out all the ways you can become involved with Dirty Debbie's blogging.
Click on the sidebar for:

• Your ideas in the new suggestion box
• Have your fantasy written into a story by Dirty Debbie
• Submit your picture for CBW

Enough of the reintroduction of my blog. Onto the fun.

Recently CJ and I were enjoying a quite evening at home. Sometimes, especially in the colder weather, it’s nice to have some wine, and enjoy each other’s company. As it seems to be with us, I was soon cradled in his arms, feeling all warm and snuggly with my head on his chest.


Have I ever told you what a good kisser CJ is? I thought I might have. He leaned over and began to kiss me. I can so easily follow his lead when it comes to my tongue dancing with his. Fast, slow, warm, sensuous, soft, and perfect. It is a calming sensation that comes over me when CJ kisses me. That’s just what happened this time too. I’m sure it’s because of the bond we share outside the bedroom that makes me feel this why. I become very turned on by his kisses and it makes me want to submit instantly.

On this particular cold winter evening it wasn’t any different. As he moved to my ears, and then back down, I could feel my nipples harden and my senses heighten. From that moment on the melting into each other started.
He gently pushed me onto my back as he kept kissing, biting, and nibbling my neck. He rolled over on me, my legs instinctively spread to give him room to lie between them. I felt him harden as he began to squeeze and caress my tits. He likes to see my nipples push through my shirts. He pinched them as they showed themselves off. His hands were quickly all over me. I held him closer as he kept caressing my entire body.

Our clothing was becoming annoying by now and, although we didn’t tear at each other like teenagers, we did slowly help each other strip. All this while remaining on the couch. In fact, as you’ll find out, we didn’t leave the couch for a while.

The kissing and caressing continued. CJ moved to my neck and ears and his nibbling turned to bites. He drives me wild when he does this. My entire body started to rock against his. I got wetter and wetter. I held him tighter as he moved from neck to my tits. My nipples were as hard as erasers and my lover was hungry for them. CJ dove into my tits and I moaned as he nibbled on them and slowly filled my soaking pussy at the same time. I then experienced something I had never felt with any other lover. As CJ moved in and out of me and sucked my tits I could actually feel a sensation on my tongue! I couldn’t believe it and had to let CJ know even though it was as a moan, “My god I can even feel you on my tongue.”
It seemed to encourage CJ and he picked up the rhythm. Oh fuck I love it as I pulled up legs and hugged his sides with my knees.
In no time our love making intensified and being on a couch that meant that my head was banging against one arm of the couch and it wasn’t padded. CJ did his best to ease this with one arm wrapped around the back of my head. He tried to cushion my head, but to avail. I didn’t even feel it; the pleasure was outweighing any pain that may have been moving through my head.

Our bodies got warmer, moister, and if possible even closer as we moved with more intensity. Yes my head pushed into the wooden confinement behind me, but it was wonderful waves running through me was all I felt.
I think it will be his turn next time. “Ride ‘em cowgirl”

Off To A Good Start

I hope that everyone enjoyed ringing in the New Year.
I thought I would let everyone know that I'm hard at work on my stories. Take a look at my desktop today. It's my writing editor (Scrivener), my dictionary/thesarus, and notes.