Or I guess I was had, lol! Sgt. and I finally got to get naughty together last night, for the first time in like two weeks. (His own damn fault for having a blood-phobia - I’d be all for doin’ it on my period!) Anyhow, we’d been groping & teasing each other all day, and when his mum (who’d been over for dinner) was gone and the kids were settled at last we were able to indulge. I started things off by draping myself ostentatiously across the bed, presenting my plump, naked bottom to him for some attention. I love having my cheeks squeezed and kneaded, and judging from the stiffie he was sporting after a little while of this he enjoys doing it. I returned the favor by giving that stiffie some of my attention, slurping it down and enjoying the feel of it hard and slippery in my mouth. We moved into a little doggie-style screwing after that, and finished up in one of his favorite positions, with me lying on my tummy with my legs closed as he straddles my thighs and enters me from behind. It’s not deep penetration but the friction must be wonderful. Great position for butt sex too, which I was rather hoping for last night, but I also was having a lot of fun flexing my pussy-muscles around him and poor Sgt. didn’t stand much of a chance against my wiles. I was forced (poor me!) to masturbate a few more times after he’d gone to sleep, repeatedly pleasuring myself with my favorite black rubber butt-plug in the shower.
I also decided last night that the next new feature in my member’s area is going to be a chat feature. At times like that I don’t want to go through the whole routine of cleaning up, dressing up, and setting up to go on webcam but it would be awful nice to be able to more casually hang out with some of my admirers and satisfy my naughty urges in company.

So Sgt and I were squeezed together in our tiny bathroom this morning, and I was taken with a hankering to suck his cock. I considered it for a moment, dismissing the notion with regret…our little daughter was sitting in our bedroom watching cartoons, and even if she didn’t come knocking on the door he’d have to walk out in front of her sporting a stiffie.
Moments like this must happen to all parents but they have a particular relevance for somebody who works in the porn industry because of the constant threat of prosecution. It’s (hopefully) not likely but if I were ever to have to defend myself in court how would something like that look? If we ever, even for a minute, display any sexuality in front of our kids…if they ever accidentally get into my work files…if they’re ever present in the house when I’m doing a webcam show, or taking pictures…just how long do you think it would take the legal bureaucracy or the media to turn us into a couple of child-abusing pedophiles?
I try not to let these thoughts rule me too much, and in the end Sgt’s cock did get a few minutes of attention (after the little one made her obligatory intrusion, lol!). It’s a real bummer for my sex life though.

I was thinking this morning, when I was furtively sucking my husband’s cock in the bathroom and he was saying “oh, yeah, that’s my good girl” (more on this later) about the alarmingly prevalent notion that porn is horribly degrading to women, and that women only participate in the making of it because they’re forced to.
This pisses me off because, speaking as a slut, what they are saying to me is I can’t really be a “good” girl if I like to fuck. If I actually enjoy having dicks stuffed in all my holes, getting dirty and sweaty and messy and used and even having pictures taken of the experience, then I must be either so damaged I’m incapable of reasoning for myself or else I’m a vicious bitch who’s working with the enemy, exploiting her sisters for personal gain. Either way I become not morally worthy of, say, teaching children or possibly even raising my own.
This is offensive in the extreme, and betrays the very basis of feminism - that women should have control over their own bodies and lives. The so-called liberals who espouse this devious mentality are in reality forcing women back into the madonna/whore cage we struggled to escape from forty years ago.