mina’s secret desires

no longer

nobody@vox.com(mina) — Wed, 26 Mar 2008 17:50:28 -0700

I created this vox blog just so I can comment on fellow bloggers who are on Vox. I was mirroring this blog with my original blogs,.... but i don't want to do that anymore... If you really love what I have to say (which is much more than has been put here) Please visit my lover and I here http://longingsend.wordpress.com

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the office meeting

nobody@vox.com(mina) — Thu, 24 Jan 2008 21:04:52 -0800

On rainy days, my job confines me indoors. Though I had much to catch up on the computer, my mind wandered. So when Sylvanus told me he was heading into a meeting, I told him I should text him to make his phone vibrate. I never got to finish the dirty little story I was texting him, but it did inspire this:

It’s my first meeting ever, since being hired at your place of work. I couldn’t help but smile as I took my place at the conference table next to you. Our boss began to talk of projects and dates and slowly my mind wandered and so did my hand.

Sitting to your right, my left hand found place underneath the table on your thigh. At first I just place it there, paying attention to the boss, but I hear you take in a sharp breath. I grin and my high heeled foot finds your right leg. Slowly, I run my foot up and down your calf. I’m sure I am making a mess of your slacks.

My left hand starts to mimic my foot. I run my fingertips gently over your thigh. Absently, my fingers curl and dig and scratch the muscle through the fabric. Still the boss goes on and on … but I can’t keep up with what he is saying.

My fingers trace your inner thigh, I feel your calf muscle go tight under your foot. I seem to be distracting you. Good.

I trace slow circles along your inner thigh, teasing you, running my fingers all the way up your pants, stopping before the place where I know your balls lay. I can feel the heat of you. I bite my lower lip and move my hand to your balls. I cup them as best I can through the fabric. Cradling them in my fingertips. I hear you gasp softly, shift in your seat, and tense your muscles.

I can feel your cock twitch, this makes me moan under my breath, only you can hear it. This excites you. You know this moan. Your cock twitches again. You shift once more, trying to ease the discomfort of your growing lust. The heat increases in your pants. My hand can’t resist.

I grab your cock, feel it’s hardness through the fabric. You breathe in deeply. I squeeze your hardness. I run my fingers along your shaft. I find the head and massage you. I try to stroke you right there, but I can’t. I hold you hard in my grasp. The heat and hardness of you makes my cunt ache. As my thumb glides over the head, I can feel a slight wetness forming on your cockhead… you are dripping precum for me… you know how much I have to taste this.

I glance at you briefly, in my eyes you see the need. You shift once more in your chair, cough loudly and in one movement unzip your slacks.

Still the meeting goes on and still I have no idea what is going on.

My hand gently resumes it’s position at your crotch. Your cock head pushes at the opening of the zipper, your boxers barely containing your erection. I dip my fingers into your pants, past the zipper, through your boxers and find your cock. I get lost in the feel of it’s hard softness. My fingers caress it gently, until I find my prize. Many drops of precum. I take it to my fingertip.

I glance down at it’s beauty. I ache to wrap my mouth around your cock.. to suck the precum out of it’s source. Quickly I bring my finger to my mouth and take the precum off. I savor it. I smile. I want more.

You tuck yourself away quickly. I am suddenly aware of the noise around me. Seems like the meeting is over. Together we stand, your files held low in front of you. I smile as our boss approaches us.

“I hope your first meeting with us was painless and not boring.”

“Oh no, ” I grin. “It was not boring at all.”

The boss grins and leaves us in the conference room. We laugh and giggle and head towards our offices, eyeing the employee bathrooms longingly. There is a stall with our name on it for sure. But for now, your taste lingers deliciously on my tongue.

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mina’s musings the twelfth

nobody@vox.com(mina) — Wed, 23 Jan 2008 22:39:55 -0800

::: idle minds :::

Idle minds don’t exist. The mind is always working. Never stops. Never gives you a break. In the solitude of your existence, it echoes in the silence.

Try to dull it’s persistence. You can’t. Music playing, but the mind still wanders.

Make yourself busy, sure it works for a little while, but then the thoughts that haunt you lurk into your mind once more.

The betrayal you thought you left behind emerges once more. Little whispers.. nagging at you. Won’t let you forget.

Sure you go about your day, shrug it off, but the mind never forgets. Little whispers haunting, not allowing you to move on.

Even among the company of good friends.. it echoes.

Even looking down at loving eyes .. it echoes…

A blinking cursor … it echoes …

Busy at the task I love most … it echoes…

A warm tongue on a hardened bud, the essence of my pleasure … it echoes ..

Let me go so I can once again feel my existence. Let me go.. let me go .. let me go …

The mind is a terrible thing ….

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betrayed

nobody@vox.com(mina) — Sat, 19 Jan 2008 20:42:28 -0800

“I want our blog to be more of a reflection of who we really are.” he says this to me this morning. Of course when he says this, he means he wants us to focus on the positives more and really make our life a reflection of what the blog is.

But we are flesh and blood. We are a living breathing couple. There is much that happens behind closed doors. I no longer wish to hide behind who we really are. We are flesh and blood just like you. We have problems, we have tears, we share laughter, we share love, we have pain.

The world of blogging is a world of secrets. I am surrounded by blogs written by people unhappy in their own marriages. Some blogs are a cry for something more… their hidden, forsaken desires get written down as a way to deal with the pain of not being able to express themselves. Though I have never worn a jewel on my left hand, my first blog, under different name, was exactly that. My hidden desires, my screams of attention to my boyfriend were all written there for him to see. What I lacked in my real life, got written down as a form of therapy for myself. It later consumed me… and I was able to end things, delete who I was and become the living breathing creature that I am today.

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diptych: making him mine

nobody@vox.com(mina) — Wed, 16 Jan 2008 16:17:52 -0800

He tells me in the morning, he is wearing his “sexy” undies. This spurs many naughty thoughts in my mind. Thoughts of dominating him. The feeling stays with me all day. My mind is blasted with visions of belts, cocks, him on all fours, floggers, spankings and more. So I leave for home from work with every intention of making him mine for the evening.

On my way home, I text him the orders of our evening.

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warmth

nobody@vox.com(mina) — Mon, 14 Jan 2008 16:12:49 -0800

Slumber takes me, but never lasts. I drift in and out of sleep often. The alarm beckons me awake 6 mornings a week. But not this morning, no not this morning. The sun has risen and so has my lover, but I … I wish slumber to take me a bit longer. Like a hood calms the hawk, a shirt drapes my eyes and calms me back to slumber, shielding the unfriendly sun away.

Time passes, I sleep. I drift into consciousness briefly, aware that my lover, Sylvanus, is in the room. I drift back into slumber, thinking he will join me again soon.

I startle awake, his hand on my right hand, he pulls it and suddenly my fingers wrap around something, soft, yet hard. Something warm. It’s velvety smooth in my fingertips. I wrap my fingers around the warmth, stroking slowly, awakening my senses. More aware of his cock in my hand, I begin to run my thumb along the head. I curse my left arm, it is asleep.

He removes my hood of slumber. I blink and see his thick cock in my hand. “I think you have slept enough.” he whispers to me. “I was writing about the other day and it got me rather hot and bothered. Instead of just masturbating there, I thought I’d come in here.”

I grin as I remove my hand, allowing his, to touch himself. Only he knows how to touch himself to perfect pleasure. I wrapped my hands around him. I squeeze and caress his ass, his inner thighs, his balls… I pull his cheeks apart and run my finger along his ass. His moans increase. I get more excited. His strokes become faster.

My hands beckon his body. They caress the most sensitive areas, they explore his hidden pleasures. I ask for his orgasm, not with words.

Finally, his breathing pauses for one second, he moans deeply and his hand holds his cock, I pull him into me, feeling the heat of his cock, as the first jet of his cum covers my left breast. I moan in pleasure, feeling the warmth of him. I hug him closely. I delight in the feel of his seed spilling over my breasts. I delight in waking up to the warmth that is him.

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The Lelo Lily ~ A toy review

nobody@vox.com(mina) — Sun, 06 Jan 2008 07:32:30 -0800

I have to begin this review with first saying that I now have an absolute fave place to do all of my adult needs shopping. Sylvanus and I finally visited Freddy and Eddy together. As you may recall, he has already written a spectacular review of this place found here. By the way, his visit that day actually produced this as my stocking stuffer. But that will be a review for another day.

Tonight’s entry will be reviewing our newest addition to our toy collection. We have purchased the Lelo Lily Pleasure Object.

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Since you can follow the link to the actual toy specifications, I will spare you the details. I will however tell you that this toy is quiet and wonderfully shaped for the curve of a woman’s body. It has about 10 speeds of vibrations and the strongest is definitely strong enough for me! It does not require batteries or has a cord. It comes with a charger that charges as if it were a cell phone. Once charged, it can be used for 7 hours of play.

OK on with the good stuff.

On my knees with my shoulders and face pressed against the matress, Sylvanus pressed the Lily against my clit, it was on the 2nd speed. He used his fingers to penetrate my pussy as I worked Lily on my clit. I rocked my hips back and forth, his fingers worked their magic inside me. Rolling my hips, I felt the orgasm take me slowly, until suddenly, the waves of pleasure took me and I was moaning and groaning into the sheets.

Still on my knees I up’d the speed to the 4th setting. Sylvanus grabbed the lube and slipped his cock inside me. Slowly he pumped in and out of me while I continued to work Lily for my 2nd orgasm. Sylvanus stopped pumping into me, and instead held his hard cock inside me. I started rolling my hips into him, using his cock for my pleasure. With Lily on my clit and Sylvanus’s cock in my pussy, I met my 2nd orgasm of the night and it was just as good as the first.

“You’re not done.” Sylvanus’s states. “Move over.”

Sylvanus lays down on the bed as he requests me to get on top. I do and we place Lily between us. The curve of this toy allows it to fit comfortably between us and stays in place without us holding onto it.

As I grind my body into his, my clit rubs into Lily and the vibrations stimulate me easily into yet another fabulous orgasm. At the same time, I am sure her vibrations feel wonderful to Sylvanus (yes, they do, even better than when I was behind her). I am met with my 3rd orgasm of the night.

But things aren’t over yet. I decide to pull one more orgasm out of my body. This one takes a little more time as I slow things down a bit. Things are getting hot, sweaty and wet. I feel like Lily is slipping out of place, but she doesn’t. Her wonderful curve keeps her beautifully in place. As I grind hard against her and into Sylvanus’s body, I beg the last orgasm of the night out of my body. I feel it grow. I feel it expand and as it crashes through me, I feel it harder than I expected. I scream in pleasure as Lily helps me pull the 4th orgasm out of my body. I collapse on top of Sylvanus, panting.

As we move Lily and turn her off, (and I want to remind you that I’ve only used up to her 4th speed) I grin at Sylvanus and tell him, we are definitely keeping her. He responds with, “I thought that was already decided after the first orgasm.” I smiled in response and then gave my man his orgasm. Our night ended with us in a sweaty pile and extremely satisfied with this purchase.

Would I recommend the Lelo Lily Pleasure Object? Abso - fucking - lutely!

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Just a few other things: One thing about Lily (and all Lelo pleasure objects) is that the gulf in quality between her and everyone else is simply enormous. The smooth, almost seamless construction, the beautiful white LED’s that fade in and out when they blink under the two flush buttons, the lockable buttons (no embarassing unplanned buzzing in the suitcase), and the box, with instructions and suggested positions, all show an enormous amount of thought in this simple little wonder. Compare this to the blister-packed toys with porn stars’ picture pasted to them that you find covering the walls at most adult stores and you will instantly know this is a premium product.

The silky surface is delightful to touch, and be touched by, and the range of speeds is tremendous. Unless you have been using some of the insanely powerful, nerve-number “tools” out there, there is the perfect power setting for you in Lily’s range. Her shape is perfect for any use you can imagine, and she is folded just so to fit against your body, leaving the rest of you open to anything you can imagine. Lily is amazingly quiet compared to any other toy we’ve used, and she is probably the loudest toy Lelo produces! You can tell that this toy was meant to be used, and meant to please.

And don’t forget to visit our expanded “Our Toys” page with reviews for our complete, growing collection.

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my first orgasm of 2008

nobody@vox.com(mina) — Wed, 02 Jan 2008 16:38:47 -0800

****Thank you Jefferson and Fleshbot for fleshbotting this post****

It was nearly seven in the evening when Sylvanus approached me and pushed me against the door. He hissed in my ear that he will not allow 2008 to continue any longer without me having an orgasm. Though we celebrated the New Year in style (read post below), I was yet to have my official PST 2008 orgasm. Exhausted from the orgasm barely able to escape his body, my own was spent for the night … and so my 2008 orgasm waited till the afternoon.

He lead me into the bedroom, wanting to tear my clothes off, but sparing me the grief of loosing my last pair of jeans.

Once nude, he told me to get on the bed. On all fours, I awaited the heat of his tongue as he licked me from behind. It’s a sensation I intensely enjoy.

“Lay on your back, your head on my pillow.”

I do as I’m told. Suddenly, I am aware of a feeling I have never known before. I am a cock girl, always have been, and no that is not the feeling I am talking about. What I mean is, I always prefer my orgasms to be given to me by cock. Given the choice of cumming by cock our tongue, I’ll tell you cock. But last night was different. Last night, I wanted my first orgasm of the year to be done by his tongue.

“Do you believe in fate?” he asks me.

“Do I believe in fate?” I answer.

“This will go a lot faster if you don’t repeat my questions and just answer.”

“Yes I do.” I reply.

“I’m holding up a number behind my back. Odd or even? You pick the right one, you get cock.”

“Even.” I answer.

He makes a tsk tsk sound and shows me the number “2″. “It’s a shame, I really wanted to lick you.”

I’m thinking But I really want you to lick me too. “I don’t see why you still can’t. Do it anyways.”

He moves between my legs and I feel his tongue begin to work my clit. It feels good. “For the first time ever, I really wanted you to lick me. I want you to give me my orgasm this way.” I tell him between my moans.

“Well, I was holding up the number ‘1′ anyways” he chuckles.

He resumes his tender assault on my cunt. For years I was never pleasured orally. At least, not as often as I would have liked. I’ve had the boyfriend’s who just “don’t like doing it”. I’ve had the boyfriend who said “You take too long to cum.” And so I never thought that oral would be in my future. Sure I have cum before orally, sometimes it took a long time, sometimes the orgasms weren’t much to brag about. But Sylvanus changed all that.

For the 6+ months now that we have been together as a couple, Sylvanus has found my secret. He has found the method to making me cum by his oral doings. He plays me like a musical instrument. Knowing the exact keys to push, the exact pressure to apply in order to get the exact sound he desires from me.

So last night, with his fingers within my pussy and his tongue on my clit, I came for him. I came loudly and beautifully and welcomed the New Year. I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. I wanted his beautiful and personal work to bring me to my orgasm. And he did so wonderfully.

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I am

nobody@vox.com(mina) — Tue, 11 Dec 2007 16:33:05 -0800

I sit here, wanting to write. Not sure what to say. How can I say it?

I squeeze my thighs together and feel the bruising. A slight tinge of discomfort. I run my hand along my left inner thigh, very sensitive, the tinge grows deeper. In front of the mirror my thighs display the secrets I do not share. Three marks. Three bruises. Three lines, made by a crop. The outer edge, a red and the inside a blue. At the end of each bruise are two more marks. Two dots of red pinching skin. This is where the clothes pins laid. Only briefly, only temporarily. One by one they were removed from my body. Removed by the sharp sting of the crop.

Changes have happened. For those of you who have not read what Sylvanus has written previously, (and may I just say you should, he is so talented when he writes) he has embraced his dominance. He no longer wishes to deny what he is. He loves to dominate me, my mind and my body, and so together we journey into this new world together.

Perhaps it is easier to explain why one would want to dominate. Seems easy enough doesn’t it? To dominate means power and control. To have someone do the things you desire from them. No questions asked, your wish is their command. Of course it’s not that simple, it’s all very complex, but mine is not to think of dominance, mine is to think of submission.

So how do I explain my submission? When so many people would read the things he does to me and cringe? They ask why on Earth would I allow him to do such a thing to me? Do I not love myself enough?

It has nothing to do with that and yet as I sit here trying to describe what it is I feel when he dominates me… I can’t. I am what I am, a submissive. It’s not what he does to my body, but what he does to my mind. When I run my fingers over my marks and I can feel the pain, my mind goes back to him, to Sylvanus, my lover, my Dom. I took this from him, because it pleases him to see me take this pain from him. He gets aroused as he sees me squirm from the touch of the crop. Watches my body shiver and get above the pain and then I settle down and ready myself for another hit. But it pleases me as well. Sometimes I ask him to hurt me, because I like the feel of it. Perhaps I am a masochist.

I can not explain what it is I feel when he Dominates me. It’s not always about the pain. Like I said, it’s what he does to my mind. I yearn to submit to him, to just do as I’m told. To sit at his feet. To service his cock. To just be.

Sylvanus came up with a wonderful way to display my submission to others. He wants to create a three course meal, that will be displayed on my nude body and guests will be invited to come over. But that is not my idea to share, as it goes much deeper than this, it is Sylvanus’s masterpiece and I wish him to share it when the words come to him.

I am what I am. I may not always understand why I am submissive. Does it need explanation? I think not. Sometimes, it’s just better accept. Sometimes you just need to “be”.

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Congratulations! You’re a Winner!

nobody@vox.com(mina) — Fri, 07 Dec 2007 20:49:56 -0800

“Congratulations Mike, you have won our HNT contest. What would you like as your prize?“

One month ago we emailed Mike the great news… So what did he choose?

“I want to watch the two of you together… you know, intimately.”

Since then, Sylvanus has been busy making that happen. Mike is many many miles away, so meeting each other was not in the plans. Instead, since Sylvanus is a pro with technology, he set out to make our bedroom into a web cammers dream come true.

Microphones are strategically placed. Cameras found home in all angles of the bedroom. We were set.

Saturday morning was the perfect time. Computers were logged in from miles apart. Calls were placed, and before we knew it, we were online, visual and audio working fine.

After a few brief introductions, getting over the initial nervousness as neither of us has done this before, we settled in quickly to what it was we wanted to do. The usual compliments were exchanged. The initial delight of getting to see the face behind the mask settled down.

Sylvanus had me stand up from the bed, he had me turn and bend over the bed. I was in a white, tight fitting t-shirt and girly white panties. We knew Mike would enjoy that. Sylvanus stood back, allowing Mike to take in this vision. This vision of innocence.

Sylvanus reached in and slowly pulled my panties down, exposing my bare ass and my swollen, wet pussy lips. I spread my legs slightly. My moans echoed Mike’s as my skin was slowly exposed.

Suddenly things changed for Sylvanus and I, we forgot all about Mike watching us, listening to us, it rested in the recesses of our mind, but it was no longer about him, but about us. I’m sure Mike can’t complain much about that. He wanted to watch us, the intimate us.

Sylvanus got on his knees behind me. His fingers spread my cheeks as his tongue began licking my pussy. He flicked my pussy lips, his fingers teasing my hole. Slowly he slid his fingers inside me as he licked me from behind.

He worked his fingers in and out of me, my wetness increasing. It was clearly audible now. My moans grew louder as Sylvanus kept licking me, reaching as far as he could to my hardened clit with his tongue. I arched my back till it hurt, to feel him. Inside his fingers worked my g spot. The thought of being watched, of being heard, put me over the edge. My pussy clenched and pulsed around Sylvanus’s fingers. I bucked my hips. My screams of passion erupted and bounced off of the walls. Sylvanus moved out of the way, allowing Mike to have his fill of what it looks like when Mina orgasms. Which really was not difficult, as he had many angles to choose from for his viewing pleasure.

Panting, I laid down on the bed, a smile coming across my face. I looked into the camera. “Is that what you were expecting?”

“Much more than I expected.,” Mike answers over the miles. “Sylvanus was correct when he said you cum beautifully.”

We pause in silence. Happy in our afterglow. Delighted in the excitement of this display.

“I’d like to hear it again. Sylvanus, would you fuck her for me?” Mike breaks the silence.

“Of course, but if you want to really see her cum, she is going to have to fuck me.”

Sylvanus lays on the bed, I climb on top of him. Slowly, I grind into him. I execute “the mina move” and take his cock into my cunt without using my hands. I begin fucking the man I love. Again the rest of the world melts away and it’s just he and I.

I grind into him, my clit rubbing against him. I moan deeply, he matches me. I work his cock in and out of my cunt. Slow at first, but then picking up the pace. His hands reach for my ass and grab me tightly. He helps me bounce up an down his cock. I hear his moans increasing, words of filth spill from his lips. He tells me he is going to cum, tells me yes, he is going to cum.

He grabs my hips and rams his cock deep within me. I feel his cock pulse within me as clearly as I hear his groans of pleasure. Over and over his cock throbs. I can feel his warm seed spilling into me. It’s the most wonderful feeling in the world. It always pushes my own orgasm over the edge.

I grind into him as he holds his cock deep inside me. I ride him fast and hard. It’s only about me now and I use him. Use him for my pleasure. His hand moves to my breasts and he pinches my nipples. This send me over the edge. My fingers dig into him. I gasp. I moan, “I’m cumming.” I explode once more. I scream as the orgasm takes control. My head is thrown back, my eyes closed. Wave after wave hits me. Sylvanus responds by moaning himself. My muscles clench his cock tightly.

Panting, I come back down from my ecstasy. My body shivers as Sylvanus runs his fingertips along my back. He whispers how much he loves me. I answer him with a kiss.

In the background of our life, we hear a gentle voice say, “You two are beautiful. Thank you for allowing me into your bedroom. Good day to you both.”

And once again, the world is just ours.

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mina’s secret desires

no longer

the office meeting

mina’s musings *the twelfth*

betrayed

diptych: making him mine

warmth

The Lelo Lily ~ A toy review

my first orgasm of 2008

I am

Congratulations! You’re a Winner!

mina’s musings the twelfth