Graphic

So ya’ll likely read most of the same blogs i do, right? i mean, my blogroll is right over there to the right …

You’ll remember the flap that anon caused over at sins a few days ago, about people over 40 and sex, and about dominance and abuse and submission and wimpy women/men…blah blah blah. i’m not gonna rehash it all here, it’s been said by all the commentors there and at a similar ‘attack’ if you will, over at Mick’s blog.

It’s pretty obvious that anon is young. She is contentious and rude and snarky, which is upsetting enough…but her ongoing sentiment that sex is only for the young?

First it stuck in my craw, pissed me off. And then i got the humor of it. Oh, my gawd, if only she knew…and if she lives long enough, someday she might. I’m putting it out there now:

I am 52. Fifty-two.

And i’m having more sex (and better, more satisfying sex) now than at any other period in my life. Ever.

Ever.

That includes, btw, the thrill of masturbating to orgasm, when Master allows me the privilege. Something which i never did when i was young coz i was a “good” girl…and it was “bad” to touch yourself.

I hope today’s generation begins to love their bodies, and understand that we are inherently sexual beings. Our purpose as higher mammals isn’t only to procreate…but to recreate! We are one of the few mammals that play games. Create them, play them.  Recreational sex falls into that category, for me anyway. It’s good. It’s fun! It’s enjoyable…and i believe we’re hardwired for it.

So the title of this post is “graphic”.  Because all of this beginning stuff right here? It is …the prequel, i guess,  to what, by some accounts, might be oversharing. OH, i’ve given you glimpses. Tastes and tidbits,  a bit here a bit there. But today i want to go deeper, try to show you, anon, since i know you read here, too, that sex between consenting adults over 50  is hot. Steaming, smoking, writhing with heat. Just so you don’t think life should end at 29 (btw…have you ever seen Logan’s Run? just a thought…)

*~*~*

He takes me from the bathroom, where i have dressed sexy for His pleasure and mine. I strut across the room in the 6 inch red heels, the skirt of my black lace outfit flirting with my ass, under His watchful gaze. I reach the far wall, and turn, then cross back at His silent gesture.

He hands me the velcro cuffs…the pair that slide up my legs, tighten at my thigh, and the matching pair for my wrists. He clips each wrist to each thigh. He slips the blindfold over my eyes. Here is where the trust enters fully. Trust, as well as  love, are always present when we are together, but… Blindfold marks the start of our “scene time.” I trust that He will hurt me…i want that, after all, as does He. But i also trust that He will not harm me, my body or my spirit.

When we are together, He is always the Dom, and i am always the sub. But during  blindfold time, there is a different…tenor to my submission. Less playful girlfriendy…more fully submissive. He takes me by my hair and wrist, and pulls me across the room, and bends me over his lap.

The spanking happens here, and the pinching. And the assessing. He feels how wet i am. He tells me that i have wet his pantleg with my juices. My ass is burning, the crack ouchy with bruises from his pinching, and i’m upsided downed on his lap…smiling. I feel the throbbing between my thighs, and know how badly i need.

I want.

I want desperately  to be fucked. To cum. To explode for Him. He pulls me up by my hair, and i feel my juices run down my thighs. Hair pulling, this level of control and dominance turns me on so much.

I want.

Already the endorphins have made me high, and i’m disoriented from being ass-end up for so long. He snaps the heavy metal clamps on my nipples, the chain cold against my belly as it sways. He’s moving me across the room, placing me precisely.  He shoves me down, hand firmly between my shoulder blades. Face down on the bed, one leg straddling each corner, knees just above the floor. My pussy is pressed into the corner point of the mattress, my hands uselessly strapped to my splayed legs. My clamped nipples are pressed hard into the mattress and i feel the shivery connection between them and my aching, needy cunt. I am bound now to His desire, His wants.

I have no fucking idea what is coming next. He is silent, yet i feel Him, the heat of Him between my legs. His hand is between my cheeks, spreading me.

And i know.

I know what is happening.

There is no preamble. OH, He uses lube…for His pleasure, ease of entry…i feel the cold drizzle of it as it trails between my buttmoons. So cold i shiver…or is it the nervous anticipation of what is coming?  There is no prep. No butt plug to slowly loosen my asshole. The head of His cock slicks through the lube trail. And presses. Steadily. Without undue roughness, but considerable intent.

His way.

His cock presses inside and a gasp slips from me…a gasp, and a moan. Pain, yes, but i’ve been so turned on for so long, and no fingerfucking, no vibe, no relief since the blindfold went on.

I crave Him. Even this. As He slides up inside my bowels, i am moaning with the burning pain of it…that never ends, really, and then as always when i’m being butt-fucked…the first orgasm SLAMS into me.

There is no warning.

There is no slow and steady build up, that trembling tumble over the edge. No twinkling of my clit, of my inner muscles to warn me. Just abrupt, intense convulsions of my cunt around the nothing there.

He feels it, buried in my ass. Moans, and grunts happily.

Tells me i’m such a dirty slut, cumming with his cock stuffed up my buttpipe. And it happens again. I cum. I …more than cum. I explode. I’m squirting all over the bed, feeling the covers soaking underneath me.

There is no memory i have of “how many” orgasms i had then. He says he fucked my ass for the better part of an hour. I remember little after the fourth or fifth orgasm. It’s a blur of pain, of pleasure, of wants met. The remembered Heat of Him between my legs, His hands pressing down on my back, almost like  backwards cpr,  while he fucked me that way.

Later, long later, He slapped my ass and made me crawl up to the middle of the bed. I thought He was done..  His erection spent, played out in the cavern of my ass.

Silly slut.

 He had a new toy. One i didn’t see  for hours…but i felt it.

A dual insertion vibrator.

Over and over again, He continued fucking into my sore and tired asshole. . . and my needy pussy. The hummmmm of the vibe is a low counterpoint to my mewling crying. No sotto voiced slut, my voice rose and fell all over the vocal register as i came.

And came again.

For hours He played His games with my body. Finally i was near unconscious, so far out in subspace that only the sweet beloved timbre of His voice pulled me back.

Over the course of nine hours, i had more orgasms than you could imagine, anon. When it was time to go, i was sore, throbbing, sated, relaxed, tired, and gawd. . .

So fucking happy.

I wish that for you, anon, that kind of intense, fulfilling happiness. If you’ve got it already, good on you.

But so do i.

So do lots of us.

So lets share the happy. Its fine that you find your bliss in your vanilla bed. But it’s equally fine that i find mine, graphically, in a darker place.

23 thoughts on “Graphic

  1. What a wonderfully satisfying post at all sorts of levels – sexually hot and deeply romantic – thank you for sharing this, Nilla

    Ana x (51 year old softie-at-heart who is ALSO having the best sex of her life !!!)

    1. Hug ana…thanks for the wonderfully sweet compliment! Sometimes sex isn’t overtly romantic…sometimes it is a fast, hot, intense fuck. But …the love and caring is still there. Even married, non-D/s people have (or can have) that kind of intense sexual interlude…and it’s good.

      Glad you’re another “old gal” (and i use the term loosely!) gettin’ some (laughing)….ain’t it grand??!!

      nilla

  2. i feel like a mear slip of a girl…at 43. Having better sex now than at anytime…with the same partner for 20 years….
    Sex…like youth…is wasted on the young…lol

  3. So well said, nilla. An intense and yes, joyful scene….sex is about joy and love and trust, and i’ll keep having it until they fold me into the grave, because joy will always have a place in my life. People are never too old to feel joy; in fact, i believe it keeps us young.

    Here’s to unbridled joy!

    pepper

    1. Yay pepper…you get it too! it is *all* about the joy…and submitting is part of that joy for me. The knife edge of suspense (what’s He gonna do to me?) and lust, and overwritten by love and caring?

      There is nothing to compare it to, really.

      *clinks teacup to your cup of unbridled joy*!! Here, here!!! Drink up!!

      nilla

  4. Oy!! Lets not judge the youth to harshly lest ye be judged. Lol not by me granted. I will admit, dating more well seasoned men …. Mid range of the ages commented here. The sex is, phenomenal. Ten fold better than sex I’ve had with people my own age. I know I’m not “the normal” in her twenties. Nor have I reached a certain level of maturity in my growth (in regards to
    Some things) but I feel I UNDERSTAND the darkness. The lust, love, craving, pulsing need.

    So to you anon, if you read this, sex is an expression. For LOVERS of all ages. If you can string a sentence together you can think 30 years ahead. When you to will be 50 and hopefully as amazing/adventurous as the folks here.

    1. on no, andi, not judging *all* young whippersnappers that way…this was specifically a response to anon who felt that sex was for the young (and solely to procreate)…

      And i think in some ways, discovering kink young is an advantage…you don’t have to live 20, 30, 40 years going WTF is wrong with me…you learn self-acceptance so much younger, and that can only be a good thing, yes?

      nilla

  5. Wonderful nilla, in a little over a week I will be turning 50 and I am enjoying more sex and much more fulfilling sex then when I was younger. Is it a bit darker then when I was young? Oh yes.
    I was a freak back in the 70’s and I waved my freak flag proudly then. So if what I do now makes me a freak, well once again let me wave that flag.

    SS

    1. Wave on, Southern Sir! Live long and prosper! And have wonderful sex after 50!!

      Happy early birthday…the first time you say it out loud, it’s kind of a shock, yanno. as in “oh. my. gawd. . . *I* am 50. ” And once you get used to sayin’ it, you’ll shrug and go on living…(and fucking…*laughs*)….and besides, getting older sure beats the alternative, doesn’t it??

      nilla

  6. I was in my 40’s when I started having great sex. At 55, it’s better than ever. There’s no doubt about that.

    There’s a neat book called Passionate Marriage, which is not a kink book, in fact, it’s more of a therapy book, that talks about some of the reasons great sex happens in the second half of life.

    But I don’t know if our Anon was really coming at this from an age-ist perspective, or if she’s of the school that doesn’t like sex anyhow and figures older people should be grateful that they don’t HAVE TO do it anymore. So I’m going to send some mental sex-positive energy her way…

    Fabulously hot description, ‘Nilla. Thanks for sharing it!!!

    aisha

    1. You are right, again! I did assume it was an age-based thing with her…as Master said last night…we can only assume to take what she says at face value, and if she doesn’t like/understand us, or lashes out…”fuck ‘er–you (us bloggers) did your part to clarify and educate…the rest is up to her” . Smart Man, right?

      As for us? I’m really glad we’re able to stand strong and proud and say…i’m over fifty and i’m gettin’ fucked..hey! You and i will have sex on the same weekend!!

      Wait.

      That somehow came out wrong.

      *giggle*

      You and Bob in where-you-live AND Master and nilla in where-we-live….will have sex on the same weekend. Hmmm, kinda loses its charm spelled out that way, doesn’t it? *laughing*

      nilla

  7. Oh my god, if I had to stop having sex once I got “old” there would be no reason to get there. I told my husband I’m gonna be begging for his cock until we’re in the grave. ^.^

    1. absolutely! what would be the point? Sure there is art (so much of it sexually based) and movies and books (most with some sort of romantic or sexual thread)…it’s interwoven in almost everything we do…and rightfully so! I appreciate your comment, Mockingbird!

      nilla

  8. I’m telling you Nilla, the older we get, the more satisfying sex becomes. So glad you spoke out about this topic, and young ones, you have no idea. Just wait till you hit your prime 🙂 You’ll look back and cringe at all those little rabbit fucks LOL

    1. LOL @ rabbit fucks!

      it’s true. I could never imagine that i could learn to “hold off” an O …or that denial for a day or two (gods, no more than two, please Master!) would make it so. much. better. Sex is as integral to life as breath. (in my oh, so humble opinion!!)

      nilla

    1. anon certainly has…and in some ways, helped us re-examine who and why we are….no one is the worse for a bit of introspection. But its okay to have some hawt fun, too! (as you WELL understand!)

      nilla
      smiling

  9. Oh Nilla! I had no idea all this Anon stuff was going on! DRAMA in bloggerworld!

    I’ve been away…had to shut down the blog ‘cuz of some drama of my own 😦

    But man, what craziness to come back to!

    Ells

    1. oh ellie, i LOVE your avitar!

      You had to shut down the blog? oh no! wanna send me an email…or is it all water under the bridge by now.

      Well, you will be missed, to be sure.

      HUG,

      nilla

  10. Ah, after reading all of this and the stuff on Sin’s blog… Anon didn’t get what she wanted, unless she gets off on feeling guilty about reading about a lifestyle she says she finds horrid, etc. Instead, she has united all of us older sexy beings! I’m 51, and have no intention of giving up my lifestyle. Wolf exploding would be such a waste…
    Anon reminds me of a Sammie sub. One who wants to be punished for doing the things someone said is forbidden. Good luck with whoever she’s with.

    As for you Nilla, I love you! I love that you enjoy what goes on in your life, whether it’s clothes pegs, FSCT, or your Master’s hand. I love that you are brave/silly enough to write about it and all the good/dark/scary fantasies that swirl in your brain. I love that you squirm when you read our blogs because you’re on O restriction, or that we make you explode because you had to go off and masturbate.

    I love you heartsister.

    Wordwytch.

    1. Thank you…such a lovely, thoughtful comment…and you’ve summed up anon’s tempest in its teapot very nicely. She is last weeks news, and it’s over and done. I’m sorry that her outlook is so narrow, but hopeful that if she keeps reading, here, there, everywhere, she will at some point come to some self-acceptance, since that is what i feel she needs now.

      And someday, she’ll be 50 and having (hopefully) fulfilling sex and blushing to remember her sanctimonious attitude from her younger years…and of course i’ll be in my 80s and still having wow sex…*laughing*

      nilla

      1. *laughs*

        yes!!

        nilla
        remember the pic of Diana and Fergie poking people in the bum during Ascot with their brollies? That’ll be us!!

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