I admit it. No one has to email me after reading a post and say to me “You’re a freak!” I already know that. Even if I didn’t know it and admit it, The Knight would drum it in to my head daily. His favorite line from a song to throw back at me when I suggest or imply something even remotely vanilla? “She’s a very freaky girl…the kind you can’t take home to mother” from Superfreak. See. I know what I am. I admit it. So, keep that in mind when you read about the weekend.
Though The Guys should have been gone Friday night, they didn’t go until Saturday. We dropped them off then grabbed bagels for breakfast. I was so excited to have The Knight to myself that anything he wanted to do that day was fine with me.
We arrived home and ended up having a serious heart to heart talk about our collective children, the blending of our families, and the upcoming holiday. Now, I don’t know about anyone else, but when we have talks like that I feel so very close to him. When I feel that close to him I can’t help but want him in the worst way. Apparently I wasn’t alone in that feeling on Saturday.
He kissed me passionately. Not a simple peck where lips meet quickly then go about their business elsewhere. No, Sir. This kiss stirred the soul and made me weak in the knees. His lips against mine, his tongue exploring my mouth, holding me captive. Weak in the knees and wet, ready for him.
I found myself maneuvered toward the stairs and as he pushed me onto my hands and knees he pulled my pants down. The landing is small but perfect for moments of passion. My knees were locked into place between the wall and the banister and my head was barely making contact with the wall.
“Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”
The carpet is nice but it was rough on the knees. I knew rug burn was inevitable but I also knew it would be worth it. So very worth it. A moment later he returned and I felt him press his naked body against mine.
“I’ve got butter.”
In spite of myself I laughed. I laughed and knew that as weird as it was, as odd as it might seem to anyone else, I wanted him in my ass. I wanted more buttered butt sex.
With my knees trapped between the wall and banister it was impossible to lose my position. My ass remained high in the air, at the perfect angle for having his cock in me. When he slipped into me I realized how much better it felt with butter. No stinging or burning like I often experienced with the liquid lubricants made specifically for sex. All I felt was the length of him, his hardness, and the waves of intense pleasure as he slid in and out of me.
He grabbed my hips and with one final thrust emptied himself deep inside of me. My head hit the wall and my knees were on fire. He laid against my back briefly then kissed the curve of my ass as he pulled out.
I like anal sex. I like passionate anal sex on the landing at the bottom of my stairs in the foyer of our house. I love passionate anal sex with butter. My name is The Butterfly Temptress and yes, I am a freak. {And when I post about the rest of our weekend you’ll soon realize that it’s not just because of the anal sex with butter.}
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I will never butter my roll the same way again.
Very inventive!
And you’re not a freak. People who do the same thing, day in and day out, because they’re terrified of branching out and experimenting are the freaks. Kinky is the new vanilla, didn’t you know that?
And I feel I must point out that you even have the word butter in your moniker.
Now you’re making me want some good old-fashioned buttered butt sex.
Aine’s on to something there; kinky is the new vanilla, I know this to be a fact since I saw a paddle on sale in Victoria’s Secret last Valentines Day. Okay, it was heart shaped and looked like vinyl covered cardboard, but still, that’s pretty damn something for a mainstream retailer.
ah yes, butter. your lovely writing almost eclipses the image I still have in my mind of Brando in “Last Tango in Paris.” woah.
Anal sex has always been one of my favorite sexual activities, tho I’ve never done it with butter! Hmmm… this might be worth looking into!
There’s something very liberating about letting your freak flag fly!
xoxo,
nina
Aine,
So far that seems to be the common sentiment! As for me, I’m looking forward to dinner tomorrow, knowing as they pass the butter around that I have used it for something other than cooking. I delight in the private memories.
You’re right about people who do the same thing day in and day out. I’d be bored senseless! Thankfully, I don’t have to worry. The Knight and I are freaky and far from normal.
Thank you for taking the time to visit and comment!
Love,
The Butterfly Temptress
Tess,
I knew I wasn’t the first to do it, but I have to wonder if I was the first to blog about it! By all means, have some…old fashioned buttered butt sex. Seriously, I highly recommend it.
I guess kinky is the new vanilla. It’s odd to realize that as I get older. I guess it must be bad if even my mother says it’s ok for me to write sexy stuff.
I love when people visit and comment, so thanks for doing it, Tess!
Love,
The Butterfly Temptress
Irch,
Thank you for the kind words regarding my writing. Since so many people have mentioned it, I’ll have to watch Last Tango In Paris.
Love,
The Butterfly Temptress
Nina,
Anal sex is delightful! Before The Knight I was an anal virgin, no one before him was worthy. Now, it’s not my most favorite but it’s pretty damn close. Maybe it’s just me, but there’s something about it that reminds me very much of my submission to him.
As for using butter…
You know I highly recommend it! Even to me it sounds so odd, but it feels soooo good. I really can tell the difference between butter and KY. I’m so sensitive though that even KY burns and makes me feel uncomfortable. I didn’t have that problem with butter.
Here’s to flying my freaky flag. And Nina…thanks for stopping by. It thrills me when you do.
Love,
The Butterfly Temptress
sitting at a F.A. meeting, “hi my name is grace and…i am a freak”
*laughing*
yes, i think a lot of us are freaks. that is perfectly ok with me. i love your descriptions.
rather delicious.
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