Slut Hut

Romp Room: I asked, I received.
December 4, 2009, 7:45 am
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The movie had wrapped during our first half, and I had asked, a bit shyly but not so shyly as I had the first time, for Big B to fuck me in the ass.  He took a moment to regain his breath.  And since he’d taken a break and gone soft, I helped lick his cock into a stiff mast ready to take the plunge.  I shifted so I was on my back, propped up on pillows.

He flipped my legs up, so my head was between my knees, my pussy up to him.  He angled into my pussy, dipping it in to coat himself with my juices.  I moaned, already wanting to come again, ready, even.  But no, he pulled out before I could get there and moved lower. Continue reading


At the cabana, considering clits
December 2, 2009, 6:41 pm
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It went a little something like this.

A few days ago, while in a private, soundproofed romp room with Big B, a brief conversation ensued:

Me: “I suppose most pussies look the same, huh?” Continue reading

Romp Room: He asked, he received.
December 2, 2009, 7:30 am
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Big B had distracted me.  We’d been watching Up, we’d been comfortable in one another’s arms.  I’d casually rested my hand by his crotch, so close that sometimes I’d brush past his cock for fun.

I’d been expecting our usual routine.  One wherein I’d try to arouse him, try to make him put on his game face.  Instead, I was usually buffeted until I gave up, collapsed onto “my” side of the bed.  Typically I’d wake several times in the middle of the night, hand down my shorts, resting against my folds.  The times when I couldn’t take it, I’d reach for my vibe and get to work.

But, he’d surprised me this time.  Somewhere before the film’s climax, but definitely near the end, he’d moved my hand to rest on his erection.  That I hadn’t noticed, as it was laying flat on his belly and I had been brush passing his balls, not his cock. Continue reading

The Routine with Big B
November 30, 2009, 8:06 am
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I’m usually the one asking for it.  Begging for it.  Pawing at him and hoping he’ll be willing.  Sometimes, the erection is evident, but he — for reasons that still elude me — doesn’t want to give in.  Something about wanting to fuck, but not wanting to “go there”.  Some emotional place where he’s laid bare and forced to experience a range of emotions.  For Big B, the exploration of his body inspires a lot of painful memories or sensations.  This happens most commonly when I run my nails across the flat of his feet, and sometimes when I run my hand along his inner thighs.

Then he fights me on it.  Denies me sex and pleasure.  Refuses to initiate.  I’m in a sexless open relationship, as strange as it may sound.  Still, there’s an emotional connection there that has us reaching for one another’s hands in the middle of the night, that has us seeking comfort in one another’s embrace, has us greeting one another with kisses.

Usually this is routine.  I push, prod, work to touch him and he evades, parries, and subjects me to tickle wars that I hate/love. Continue reading

Welcome to the Slut Hut, a reincarnation
November 29, 2009, 11:37 am
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I’ve made several (failed) attempts at writing a sexblog ever since I was having it.  Well, I’ve re-done it all over again.  Reason being that I had originally started a sexblog with a friend of mine.  After a while, though, we both kind of forgot about it.  I wanted to restart the blog, and she was really busy with life so it was kind of left to me.

And so, I thought about it and here’s the latest incarnation!

Welcome to the Slut Hut*.

Where my fantasy and reality collides.  The Slut Hut is a place where I, the Slut Hut Diva, can finally retreat into a place that’s mine.  It’s like a spa, only better.

The Slut Hut is located on a private island, and has numerous rooms for your pleasure (and mine).  Our ever discreet receptionist is the tall, lanky Maven* who is quite skilled at handling your every need and whim.  She brings me a box of toys when I need it, sends a cabana boy* to wrap me in a towel after a skinny dipping session out by the swimsuit-optional pool, and she can arrange for your inhibitions to be securely locked away in our hidden safes.  This way, you, dear guest, can feel free to do, fuck, suck, lick, and love anyone whom you please in any way you’d like.

We’re still working the kinks out here and there, as I try to navigate what might happen ’round here, I figure I want to give you a taste of what to expect.

  • The Romp Room: Tales from my real life and any sexcapades I might have in and around the Hut.
  • The Fantasy Pool: A taste of my fantasies as I attempt to explore them (either alone or with play partners, but if you’ve looked at my slutography, you’ll see that the play partner list is pretty short.)
  • TOT: Turn-Ons/Turn-Offs Tuesdays
  • …and more! (because I don’t know what else just yet).

The Slut Hut is a personal haven for me because in real life, I’m not at all diva-like.  I’m just a regular 20-something girl who goes to work, hangs out with her friends, and is trying to figure out just what the hell to do with my life.  And sometimes, I just need to cut loose from the ties that bind me and be as wild, as bad, as slutty as I secretly want to be.  The Slut Hut is the safest place (and way) to accomplish all that.

*The Slut Hut does not actually exist except in the mind of the Slut Hut Diva.  Maven is entirely made up, as is the cabana boy — both serve to inspire me since I consider myself bi-sexual.  They look whatever looks most appealing and lust-inspiring to me whenever they come to mind.

UPDATE: I'm still alive, bitches
November 28, 2009, 11:04 am
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Alright.  I haven’t been around.  Months, ages, whatever the time difference feels like to you, dear readers.

I’ve admitted it before: I’m am a terrible blogger.  I always somehow forget to update this little corner of the interweb and always fear that perhaps it’ll come back and bite me in the ass.  So, for now, I think I’ve gone underground.  Kept my world in tact, my sex drive in check, and well… so it is.

Big B and I continue to rendezvous on occasion, the latest of which was last night.  (Tell you about that a little later.)  Kelly is firmly situated in the past, over and done as it were.  And there was one delicious night wherein I had a little party in a nearby hotel room with a man I was put in contact with via a friend. Continue reading

Ten Degrees Hotter
March 5, 2009, 9:41 pm
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I know I’ve been pretty silent lately.  My work, my world, has held me captive for so long that I haven’t really had much time for play or anything fun.  But, all work and no play equals no fun, so you better believe that my sex drive and horniness has turned up ten degrees!

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