Sexie Sadie's Stories of Seduction: Confessions From My Open Marriage

Names in this blog have been changed to protect the guilty

Friday, July 3, 2009

Independence. Confession #301



Tomorrow is Independence day for those of us here in the good 'ol US of A.

So yesterday I went to the grocery store to stock up on foodie items for the weekend and wouldn't you know, the most crowded aisle in the jam-packed store was the beer and wine aisle. Now, when I was drinking, beer was not really my thing unless it was a hot day and I was sitting poolside, lounging on a boat or hanging out at a campsite. And even still, white wine in those situations would have been my preference. White wine was almost always my preference. Either that or Vodka. Or tequila. Oh fuck... anything really ;)

So heading down that aisle to pick up a case of Tecate for my houseguests this weekend gave me just a weeeeeeeee bit of pause.

But, I forged ahead. I pushed my cart slowly yet insistently toward the almighty alcohol and stood in front of the huge cooler of beer. I picked up the packs and threw them in the cart. I felt nothing. Nada. Zero. Not a twinge of desire to crack one of those cold red cans open and throw it back. I then looked purposefully over my shoulder at the wine in all of its beautiful golden glory. I gauged my emotional status. Nothing. Nada. Zippity do-da-day.

It was an extremely nice feeling, that nothing.

And then I realized that for at least that moment, I am dependent no longer on a substance that ruled my life for the better part of 25 years.

I am independent.

And so I said to myself, Happy Independence day, Sadie.

And that was an extremely nice feeling, too.



Happy 4th of July, y'all! Be safe out there!! xoxxooxo~Sadie

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

HNT. Superheroine.


Faster than a speeding bullet vibe
More powerful than an ulterior motive
And able to tie up tall men in a single bound
It's a flirt! it's a flame!
No, it's...

SUPER SADIE!!!

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Happy HNT!

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If you would kindly go here* and click on Add Sadie to Favorites right above the article I have posted and right next to the pic of me in the cowboy hat, I would oh-so-fucking appreciate it!

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xo~Sadie

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Q&A Wednesday. Confession #300


*I am trying out a new format for Wednesdays. I will address comments or answer questions that I get the preceding week.



This question was asked of me regarding yesterday's post ~

Are you ever afraid that those sorts of feelings will cause problems in your marriage?

This is an excellent question and one I get all the time from friends, family and readers of this blog alike. I have addressed my feelings before here and all along on my blog as I've encountered them. But for my newer readers I will address it again. 

The short answer is no. 

Had you asked me this three years ago when Hubby and I first opened up our marriage, I would have said yes. Back then the idea of having deep feelings for someone else in addition to Hubby was unfathomable. 

We both subscribed to the notion that it was not possible to love more than one partner at a time. However we were aware of a possibility that someone else might replace us, so we crafted into our "rules" one that would, supposedly, circumvent that happening. It was the rule Fall in love, break it off. But time and experience has shown us that breaking up with a lover because of feelings of love is really not necessary.

Because love is not a quantifiable emotion, I believe that it is possible to have deep feelings for more than one person at a time. In terms of those feelings causing problems in our marriage, it depends on the definition of "problems". 

Last night Hubby and I discussed the post on which you commented. He admitted to having a twinge of jealousy over not the intimacy with Andrew but the experience that I had with him. It has been a while since Hubby and I had a night where we cooked, fucked, cooked again and fucked again. Because Hubby and I live together, raise a child together and are with each other almost all day of every day, these types of "dates" in our own home are not regular occurrences. Life, as it is said, gets in the way.

However, in our discussion, he and I remembered that part of the reason we opened our marriage was so that we could have some of these experiences again. The new courtships, going out of our way to do something nice for our lover, the sweet butterfly flutters that flit about when we think about that person, the over-the-top sexual experiences that leave heads spinning and toes collectively curled. These feelings can last for quite some time, I have found out, when we only see our lovers occasionally. It becomes a wonderful adjunct to our regular life together (which is a good one, I must say), keeps things interesting and fun and allows us to relish the wonderful feelings of genuinely loving someone.

So when I have an experience with Andrew like I did the other night, it prompts a needed discussion with Hubby wherein he can indicate to me that he would like to have some of the same. And we can then carve out some time just for the two of us and make it happen. And after we have determined that, remembered the reasons why we do what we do, and have wholeheartedly reassured each other that we are both irreplaceable, we then feel even closer than before. This, as they say, can only be good.

And good, to me, does not a problem make.


*WPB Guy - I hope I answered your question :)
  xo~Sadie

Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Miss. Confession #299


I am going to have to leave in a few minutes, Sadie.

   *resignedly*  Okay...  *then muttering*  I miss you already, Andrew.

What did you say?

   *pause*   I said, 'I miss you already', but now that I've said it I realize how lame and cheesy that sounds.

*sarcastically*  Okay, good. I'm glad you realized that because otherwise I would have had to remind you as much.

He's right though. It is silly to miss a man who is still lying in bed next to me, naked except for the beads of sweat on his brow, their glistening droplets and his still slightly stiff cock telling indicators of our previous libertine endeavors. But we had had such a nice night and truly, I hated for it to end.

Because last night, for the first time perhaps ever in my decidedly too-few moments with Andrew, it wasn't primarily the sex that I had enjoyed. It was the fact that I had cooked for him a meal, in two combined courses so that we could eat, fuck, eat and fuck some more. It was the sweet cuddling on the couch in front of the TV like young lovers who have become comfortable yet not fully complacent with their togetherness. And it was the laughing our asses off to Katt Williams railing on Michael Jackson in his stand-up routine on Youtube.

And yes it was the fucking too, which was phenomenal as always. But the friendship, it seems, is proving to be such too. Which makes me happy. And it satisfies me and gratifies me on a level that surpasses the sexual. Goes beyond the fucking. Transcends the fleshly passion, creating a different sort of intimacy between the two of us. One of mutual affection, contented comaraderie and sweet familiarity. 

Which I am sure is why I missed Andrew before he was even gone.

Sunday, June 28, 2009

Grasp. Confession #298


He snaked up behind me. I was on the bed, face down - in the pillow, in fact. My arms beside me. Hands grasping at the sheets.

His mouth was on my neck, nipping at the nape like a dog with a new rawhide bone, savoring its flavor. I began to squirm. Breath catching. Goose-bumps rising. Arm hair at attention. Eyes squeezed shut.

Cunt dripping.

He grabbed at my hips, thrust them upwards, ass in the air. I whimpered softly. Body ready. Knees firmly planted. Arms anchoring for support. Eyes opened. Hands grasping at the sheets.

Pussy eager.

He entered me slowly, sliding through the barrier of my sex. Its tightness. Its grasp. My willingness opened me quickly and the pounding began. Slow sudden thrusts at first then fast, furious, staccato movements. I grabbed my bullet vibe. Placed it on my clit. Turned it on high. Began to moan. Began to speak.

Fuck. Oh God. Oh God!!

He slowed his rhythm, responding to my sounds and the clenching of my cunt. I answered the cadence with an announcement; although it was unnecessary because he knew already. He always knows -

I'm so. Fucking. Close.

He stopped then. Stopped the pounding. Halted the rhythm. Ceased the movement. The vibrator continued to quake upon my clit as my legs and arms dropped out from beneath me in an abrupt collapse. With legs akimbo, I began to thrash. Started to convulse. Commenced to writhe.

And then I came.

And I continued, continued to erupt, an internal combustion of overflowing orgasm. And while I burst forth with unyielding verve, he pulled out of me. And over me. And pressed himself against me, his cock against my ass. He exploded, unleashing his stream upon my back while my orgasm continued.

Continued.

Continued.

Until it faded away. Retreated to the place where my orgasms go when they are through inflicting their mighty, welcome force upon my body. Until the next time. Leaving me sated. Leaving me exhausted. Leaving me exuberant.

And leaving me still grasping at the sheets.

Saturday, June 27, 2009

Sugasm #168

The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #169? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.

This Week’s Picks
Covet“My mouth waters at the sheer beauty.”

Lilly’s Turn - Part 3: Wherein Lust, Greed and Risk Intersect“She was biting her lip to prevent herself from making a sound.”

Oh Dirty Girl“It was at that moment that I knew I needed him to take me and take me dirty.”

Mr. Sugasm Himself
Porn’s 2009 AIDs Outbreak

Sugasm Editor
Review: Why Just Her

Editor’s Choice
My very first HNT!

More Sugasm

Join the Sugasm

Erotic Writing & Experience

He Can Use Me All Night – Part Two, Yet Another Hotel

Hump Day Poetry

I Can’t Get No Contraception - Part 2

Just fucking.

Keeping It Simple

Tedious Training

Wet dream at the airport-part2

News, Reviews & Interviews

20 Questions with Satine Phoenix
Favorite Jeans -HNT
Girly HNT.
Glow Plugs and the Kegel8 Effect
I’m unemployed and I live with my parents
Protection and Promiscuity

Sex Advice
Congrats! You are the new proud owner of some Sexy Lingerie!
Pompoir: The Art of Milking the Lingam
The truth about female ejaculation

BDSM & Fetish
Breed Sex Part 1: They Want to Cum in You.
Daddy Spanked Me
Darklady’s 9th Annual Masturbate-a-Thon - The Solo Sex Circus
High School Bully Part 3
Humiliation
Imprint
A Kiss Goodbye
Meeting a Domme
Le 6 janvier…L’histoire!…My version

NSFW Pics, Videos & Audio
Bent in the chair for harsh punishment
Cikita
Lindsay Lohan Topless Twitter Picture
Liv - Pure Perfection
Nude at daylight
Teen girl bending over for some harsh cane stripes
Touched

Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
Eagerness & Blow Jobs – Lessons Learned From Gay and Bi Men
Faking Orgasms | How it feels for a girl
On Love, Loss and Taking Risks