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Swollen, Sore and The Running of the Bulls

March 12, 2013

In a good way. The kind of way that makes you grin and giggle, for days, every time you stand up and your hips protests because you’re pretty sure they were nearly dislocated from a fuck so good you never wanted it to end. Or, the first bath you take when the hot water washes over your swollen and abraded vagina, again, from a fuck so good you never wanted it to end.
Not only that but he brought me flowers.

Now that I’ve met a fantastic bull I’m not as focused on finding out what makes a good one but I still think it’s a good discussion topic.
Even what makes a good cuckold or…wife? What’s the term for the wife? Why do I not know this!
Or are the definitions too subjective? Personally, I think there’s enough of a common thread running through each persona/role to make for fine list of qualities including the variations that each of us desire.

I’ve had the good fortune of having a few conversations lately with men interested in what bulls were and whether they fit the profile or not. This leads me to believe I should put out a set of guidelines. What do you think?
I’m sure people would love to contribute 😉

Until next time!

A very sore and happy,
Pearl

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Special Lovers

May 20, 2012

DH is gone for the long weekend. I’m going out to the local fetish dance party tonight with one of my lovers.

He’s late.

This irritates me because I want to get laid before we hit the club so I can come. Not after when I’ve had a few beers and enough adrenaline in me to throw of my climax-meter.

There’s something special about finding that relationship built on really, really mind-blowing sex. The type of sex that causes a Pavlovian pussy clench response when I start receiving text messages weeks later to plan another date. It’s worth treasuring. I hope everyone gets to experience pussy-clenching, cock-throbbing associative relationships at some point in their lives. It’s better than drugs. It is a drug.

I’m ready to go. I have my over night bag packed; corset, fishnets, condoms and pump-bottle of lube included. My hair and nails done and a recent bikini wax, to boot.

If hubby was here I could sit on his face awhile to kill time.

Waiting, like this, is torture.

Sigh.

– Pearl