Catalina Loves

Well, Wednesday was my last day on Odysseus and Penelope’s sex(y) blog. If I understand correctly, Hot Husband and Hot Wife will be at the microphone. If you haven’t been over to their blog, you should go there and see what they have been up to! So anyway, I was sitting here perplexed, trying to think of something witty and clever to write about.

I could write about having lunch with my husband again today. No, that’s getting old. I mean, we go to our usual spot, we talk for a while, I suck him off and swallow him, grab lunch on the way back to his office and I go home. It’s like production porno - it’s got a script it follows now so it is no longer amusing to write about.

I could write about being woke up last night with my legs being opened and finding out that I was about to be fucked. Again, not much to work with.

Oh, sex is not boring, don’t get me wrong. We have great sex, pretty much all the time. In fact, I don’t think we’ve not had great sex ever. That’s not the point. I’m just sick of writing about it today.

Instead, today, I am going to write about MY Sex Slave for a Day with Odysseus and Penelope Fantasy:

I am partial to women over men most of the time, so I’m sorry in advance, Odysseus for lavishing attention upon Penelope while making you watch, but that’s how I would begin. See? The power thing is at play here already though, right? Because this is my fantasy of Penelope belonging to me and then I…. worship Her! Well, D/S rules out the window, it’s just sex. That’s what I would do.

I would ask Penelope to kneel on the floor, and put My collar onto Her neck. I’ve already seen her in Her collar, so I’d like to see her in mine. Before asking her to stand again, I would stand behind her, pull her hair away from her neck and kiss her neck, and rub my fingers over the front of her body, just missing her nipples. I want her to want it. But, I do ask her to stand up, because having been in that position many times myself, I know it does not feel great for extended periods of time. The collar isn’t really there as a representation of anything, as much as it’s so fucking hot in the pictures they posted previously that I can’t stand it.

Odysseus, I’m sorry, but you are just going to have to sit there and watch. No touching for you yet.

I bring Penelope within inches of Odysseus and start to kiss her, holding her hands behind her back. My goal is not to be mean to Penelope, at all, but to still be in charge. I would start by kissing her shoulders, because I love the feeling of soft skin on my lips, and shoulders on women are almost always delectable. Inch by inch, I would kiss her neck and finally land on her soft, soft lips, kissing softly at first and then crossing into deeper and more passionate kisses. We end up making out for quite a while, getting lost in ourselves, yet aware that we are being watched intently. I let go of her hands and she rubs her hands completely up and down my body while I do the same to her. We each let out a soft moan at the same time, giggling a little, becoming just a little self conscious.

“Look at poor Odysseus,” I would say to her. “Doesn’t it seem unfair to leave him out of our fun? Why don’t you help Odysseus get undressed? Odysseus, stand up and let Penelope take your clothes off of you.”

She has done it a million times before, and there is nothing like seeing lovers in action. It’s different than a hook-up or friends with benefits kind of relationship. She knows every inch of his body intricately and they move together like dancers in a tango. For every reaction a reaction. She pulls his shirt up over his head, lets it fall to the floor. As his arms are still in the air, I breathe in deeply, taking in the way she rubs her hands down the side of his chest. She unbuttons and unzips his pants down, bending down to pull them away from his feet and giving me an intentional glimpse of what I’ve been picturing this entire time. I feast on the visual buffet of masculinity and femininity as I watch his beautiful wife finally unveil what can only be described (or seen in the pictures on the blog) as… impressive.

I watch, as they reconnect as a couple, having a little kiss, and then join. This is the first time that I have touched Odysseus or allowed him to touch me, so with one hand on Penelope’s back and one on Odysseus’ I savor the minutiae of tactile details. The difference in kissing a man and a woman is so profound. It’s more than a physical difference. There is a tenderness associated with women and a power with men that sends a rush through my spine. We spend quite some time in a little puddle of naked flesh, kissing and touching.

Feeling submissive to Odysseus, I would ask him to then put Penelope’s collar on Me. I think the notion of trading is sweet. Besides, if Penelope has a collar, then I want one too! I slide off the bed and onto the floor in front of him and as he puts my collar around my neck, I start to suck his cock. Penelope naturally joins me in front of Odysseus, who looks down to see two beautiful women with lovely collars looking up at him, sharing his cock between us.

Slave day is out the window and we’re just in the moment. What happens next? Well, let’s see what Odysseus and Penelope say when they get back. Maybe they’ll finish my fantasy for me.