Fucking the Rabbit on Day Zero while debating O versus U – a typical Thursday in my “new” life

Day Zero. Yes, yes, I guess we all know what that means don’t we?

I started to write this earlier today on the plane but waited until I got to the hotel (lobby at least – room not ready) so I could use words like fuck, creamy, chastity, Master, slave, and all the other fun ones IF I wanted to without worry that the gentleman sitting next to me in first class who kept googling “best southern baptist churches” would see me. Yes, I will fully admit that I was tempted to go ahead and do what I wanted, but I am not in my best feisty mood today, so I thought why bother and just relaxed and listened to Dan Savage’s latest podcast which was quite nice as always.

Anyway, to address the obvious, yes, Axel did not hold me to his vow to make me wait until Sunday or until after I am overseas to orgasm basically because he and I had a conversation last night about that interfering with me and Thumper, should we decide to test his creamy aversion theory and that one of our base rules had always been that his dominance of me was to never impact my dominance of Thumper. When I said it out loud, he immediately realized what was happening and said that he would give me a choice. I could decide that we could get busy immediately or I would at least have his permission to do what I needed to do with the bunny. I chose immediately.

Duh.

Fact is, the ability to have that deep and that level of communication with Axel is one of the things I just so admire about him, because the logical always wins. As I have mentioned, he is a full on whore for ejaculate and his thing he admitted was that after me saving up “this long”, he wanted to make sure that he was the one who benefitted from it, not another man who might or might not be repulsed by it and or the idea of me when I do it. That’s only fair and as I stared at his milky covered face an hour or so later, he had the look of a very, very happy Sir – although I didn’t look long because he would have wanted to kiss me and, well, even a sated boy has some limits on what’s gross (I really despise bodily fluids, mine included, milliseconds after I am done).

The evening was wonderful and very hot and that gleam I have told you about in Axel’s eyes before was stronger and brighter than I have ever seen it. There is another story here for another time because during my orgasm he started talking to me about making sure Thumper knows “his boy’s dick is pounding his ass” or something like that and, I have to admit, it threw me and made me almost want to giggle a bit. He was very proud of himself for working that in, so I didn’t say a word and won’t, because, the reality, is that it is both hot and incredibly wonderful that he has been able to get my third party relationship so deep in his mind that he will now vocally admit to me how much it turns him on and how happy he is with it.

Now, flash forward twelve or so hours and I am now sitting in the lobby of a swanky hotel in Thumper’s city with what I think I am going to describe as “the post orgasm blues”. I have heard from others that after so long you tend to drop and have even watched it happen with Thumper, but this is the first time I have experienced it directly or at least been able to attribute my feelings to that. However, in no way do these blues make me feel less like I want to do really bad things to the bunny and, in fact, have almost increased my mental plans for what he is going to endure tomorrow. Plans and life being what they are it MAY not happen, but if they do come to fruition, that rabbit will be writing a really nice post on Saturday. (Spoiler alert, he and I are going to have a few hours this afternoon to go do a few fun things like buy an actual captive ball ring for my newly upsized PA – have I told you I went up to a 4 gauge last weekend? -and even though we won’t actually be doing anything, the bunny is going to be forced to his sub space at least a bit through one act I am going to surprise him with)

In addition, last night, Mrs Fever wrote a very nice comment on one of my earlier posts about Axel having difficulty finding someone local because he can’t travel and how much she liked the fact that her third party was a distance away and required planning and travel. Overall, I think she is 100% right, but being the one who travels also has its risks because the local doesn’t have the benefit of stopping their day to day life like the traveler does and that creates all sorts of other considerations that you don’t think about when you are just going to go “get some ass”, so to speak. For instance, this trip has been hard on Thumper because I am not here during one of his best weeks personally or professionally, but non cancelable airline tickets and my international travel being what it is about to be, we needed to fit this into our time because, otherwise, it would have been too long. That damn delicate balance is just so fucking hard to achieve sometimes but, speaking as one corner of this kinky quadrangle, we will work it out and all will be fine.

Finally, a reader project!

I tend to use words like ejaculate and others because it’s time I admit that I am perplexed about using cum vs come and especially cuming vs coming. According to the urban dictionary I should be using the “u” version, but my fifth grade English teacher Mrs. Vowell’s (I am not kidding, I was about 22 before I realized what a wonderful name she had to match her profession) voice screams in my head anytime I use anything but the “o” version. I’ve watched my fellow bloggers and it’s a mix and even Thumper uses the “o”, so, let’s solve this together and decide.

Opinions?

8 thoughts on “Fucking the Rabbit on Day Zero while debating O versus U – a typical Thursday in my “new” life

  1. I always use a privacy filter on my laptop when I am in a public place as I hate people (including my hubby) looking at my screen even if I am just viewing a movie. $20 amazon and I love it when people next to me ask me why they can’t view my screen. Hmmm, when you ask me that question, you sort of answered it too, right?? Love the look I get when I say that.

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  2. ‘o’, always.

    ‘u’ is truly unsexy: like we are tittering adolescents who made up some ‘naughty’ version of a word or something. Every time I read it, I think of Beavis and Butthead going ‘heh heheheh heh’. Total distraction from the writing.

    Ferns

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    1. Ferns, you just solved it for me because I feel a bit vulgar when I use the u. Now, I realize that I just wrote a post about ejaculate all over my husband’s face and the fact that I find the use of a u as vulgar and not that is just one of those mysteries of life I guess!

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    2. Ferns nails it. I hate the u version but try not to judge others who use it. but can otherwise write well, too hard. Unless they use that terrible internet construction “cummed” instead of came. I have seen that (more than once!), and I have closed that tab with the fury of a thousand suns.

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