Friday, July 22, 2016

Ella's Favorite Alliteration






In the land of Ever After, there are many little chapters in Ella's Book of Life and Love.  Some are funny, some are friendly, and some do sting quite a bit.  Some are happy, sad, or pissed off.  Lots of chapters include a spanking, and that is usually a good thing even if it does not seem that way at the time.  Today's little story has all the ingredients for a delicious post. 




                And I could not help but notice the alliteration!

                          Sunday

                          Sam

                          Suspenders

                          Spanking

                          Sex





I do so love long, leisurely Sunday mornings.  I cannot sleep late myself, but Sam enjoys no alarm clock on the weekends.  Saturdays are usually full of errands and shopping since we both work full time, but Sundays we take more of a "Whatever and Whenever" approach.  No rushing around.  Lots of coffee.  Reading, news, long distance calls and emails to far flung family and friends.  And I just love sex on a Sunday morning.  Sam is always willing, and I like to take the time to wear something special for him.  He is not choosy.  Almost any lingerie is fine.  After all, as Meredith always says, it's just going to end up on the floor anyway. 









When Sam does something special for me, I think it is usually in the creative implement department.  Digging to the back of the "toy box" (really his old sweater drawer) for something that makes my eyes light up and also suddenly makes me feel a little hesitant, too.  You know the feeling - the good "butterflies in your stomach" feeling.  So I was not at all prepared for his surprise last Sunday.  As I rounded the corner wearing a very pretty little black floaty chemise, I stopped dead in my tracks for Sam was just sitting there in a dress shirt and suit pants and (wait for it) SUSPENDERS.  And he was smiling because he knew what that does to me.
                    

                         "Oh, be still my beating heart."






Somewhere in a past post, I am sure I have at least mentioned that I have a "thing" for men in suspenders.  Don't know why, but I just think they are as sexy as hell.  Of course, my favorite guy in suspenders would be Sam, but nothing can make me check out another man as quickly as seeing just a glimpse of suspenders under a man's suit coat.  And heaven help me if he takes off his jacket!







On several trips to London, Sam was working in the financial district or "The City," as it is referred to.  Every time he dressed for business and wore "braces" (as they are called by the Brits), I simply wanted to jump his bones.  If we were running late, Sam would just laugh at me.  Well, there are hundreds and hundreds of businessmen in the City who wear braces.  I was in a constant state of heat.  Sam would raise his eyebrows and subtly nod at some man passing us and then just laugh his ass off at my reaction.








I'm not choosy either.  Sure, it is nice if the man in suspenders is good-looking, too, but I have no shame with this particular fetish.  Can easily stand behind some unassuming plumber in the check out line at the grocery store, and suspenders will have the same effect on me.  





                              
                              Heavy-set farmer-type guys
                    loading pick-up trucks with sacks of feed.  
                                               Yep.  
                    The entire male wedding party at a church.  
                                      Yep, Yep, and Yep. 



So Sam is sitting there looking mighty pretty, and I am grinning from ear to ear.  And this is shaping up to be a might lovely Sunday.  Let's see, so far we have Sunday, Sam, and Suspenders.  I think I know what comes next.  As he led me into the bedroom, I snapped the back of his braces and giggled.  He didn't and sat me down on the edge of the bed.  I expected him to rummage around in the toy box, but this was to be "au naturel."  In a hot minute I was over the bed, my lingerie was flipped up, and there was a meeting of the hand to bottom.  He didn't say much; he didn't need to.  His hand was doing the talking and some exploring, too.  I thought I wanted this to go on forever, but I was soon begging for the last "S" word in this alliteration.
         


Fan-fucking-tastic


Sam made me wait a bit, just because he could, but as soon as I was permitted up, I was on him like flies on honey.  Those suspenders went down, along with anything else in my way.  "Oh, my stars!" is all I can tell you , Ladies.  That was one hell of an alliteration.


                        S.s.s.s.s.....superb and fan-fucking-tastic.  







Not to be outdone, I made damn sure Sam had an exceptional alliteration, too.  We lay there a bit, exhausted I think.  I love to lay in the crook of his arm with my head tucked up under his chin.  I love his smell and the roughness of his beard.  I love his weight on me and the muscles in his arms.  I love his hands stroking my hair.  I even love when he says it's time to get up and pats my ass.  I love to make him happy.



  So that was my Sunday.  We covered all those "S" words, I think.  

                       I would like to add just a few more.

                     Special

                     Spectacular

                     Stupendous

                     Seeing Stars 




                          And perhaps a platitude................

                      Good things cum to he who wears suspenders.
                                At least at Sam and Ella's house.














20 comments:

  1. Ella, imagine my momentary dismay at the thought of Sam in suspenders. On this side of the Pond suspenders are for holding up our stockings - a garter belt!
    What a great way to spend a Sunday morning, or any other time come to that.
    Sweet post, love the alliteration.
    Rosie xx

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    1. I had to laugh when I read your comment, Rosie. We do have garter belts, but the little fasteners at the bottom are just called garters. Braces are something you get to straighten your teeth!

      Hugs Across the Pond,
      Ella

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  2. Aw Ella, I had the same fleeting thought as Rosie!! What a lovely post, yummy pics too. Glad you are so happy
    love Jan, xx

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    1. You silly Brits! Someone gave me a little book for Christmas called Don't Get Your Knickers in a Twist. It helps us Yanks to translate.

      Hugs Across the Pond,
      Ella

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  3. Suspenders, huh. I don't think I'll ever look at a man wearing suspenders w/o thinking of you and this post.

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    1. Remember to take a picture, Sunny. I should start a scrapbook.

      Ella Missing You!

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  4. I love suspenders too - but the only men I see wearing them that I know are all gay. But they sure look hot. Maybe I could talk Nick into trying them.

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    1. Ah, a woman of taste and refinement! Buy Nick a pair and see what happens, PK.

      Hugs From Ella

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  5. Love suspenders. love this post too.
    hugs DF

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    1. So glad to hear it DF. Will have to keep my eyes open on my next trip to The City! It is a veritable buffet of braces.

      Hugs Across the Pond,
      Ella

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  6. sounds splendid! :-) you seem so happy and I am so happy for you. Hugs

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    1. Sweet Terps,
      I love when you visit. And now I can always picture your pretty smile. :-)

      Hugs to You!

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  7. Ella,
    This post had my heart beating very fast from the get go! You and your Sam make a terrific team, sex, suspenders and all. Thank you! I am going to go find my Jack.
    Meredith

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    1. Ha! I should have known this post would make you search for Jack. You two are also so in love. I hope he took good care of you, my friend.

      Ella

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  8. Hi there, Ella!!! :) I remember, my mother quoted her mother on occasion, back in the day. She'd say, "Oh my Stars & Garters!" I think you might want to say, "Oh my Stars & Suspenders." WOWSA!!! That sounded like a pretty awesome surprise! Thank you for sharing it with all of us.

    I love how you wrote about this. It was a very creative way to share your sexy Sunday. Sounds like some wonderful, loving fun going on in your house! Happy for you both! Many hugs,

    <3 Katie

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    1. Oh, Katie! That would have been an even better title for this post. Glad you liked it.

      Hugs and Love,
      Ella

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  9. Hi Ella,this made me smile, a splendid Sunday indeed :) Have to say,when I first read Sam in suspenders I thought the same as Rosie too lol

    Hugs
    Roz

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    1. I may just change my stripes and start calling them braces all the time. It was a Super Sunday!

      Hugs From Ella

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  10. What a hot post!

    How am I meant to do Church lunches without a grin plastered all over my face, after reading this!?

    Lots of suits and braces over here, but sadly my sexy underwear is never paid attention to. I'm thinking of going on strike! However, I can say that being naked over the knees of a man wearing a city suit is completely yummy!

    I just think that all of us in the rest of the world need to alter just the one word in the American English vocabulary - and that is to get you all to use suspenders to hold up sheer and pretty silk stockings and braces for holding up manly trousers!

    Many hugs
    Ami

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    1. Ami,
      Since I have seen pictures of your pretty underthings, I am most surprised. Think you should have Dan's eyesight checked. Perhaps he needs spectacles.

      "Braces" it is. But then it wouldn't have been such a good alliteration.

      Hugs Across the Pond,
      Ella

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