My Sexual Misadventures

The End

2008-09-16T19:08:00.002-06:00

My dear readers, all good things must come to an end, and unfortunately, I feel it is time to end my blogs.

I have been debating this decision for a long time, yet I keep coming back to the idea that it is time to shut them down and move on. With how my life has changed, and more importantly how my life is going to continue to change soon, I simply have not had the time to devote to them. I have not been maintaining them in any decent way; I have not been able to follow other people's blogs. I have lost my readerships, and my commenters have fallen silent. I'm unable to keep up readable, worthwhile blogs, and I have lost the feedback that motivated me to do so.

I simply don't have the time. My new position at my job will be monopolizing my time a lot more than my current one does. I will be on the road, and I will be overseas for three months in Iraq or Afghanistan. My maintenance will only continue to deteriorate from this point, so I feel it better to call it a clean end now, rather than let them pathetically peter out to dormancy.

I no longer live alone either. I used to spend my calm, wonderful solitary hours writing and reading blogs. But now, I live with Guy #2, and he soon won't be traveling anymore. I want to put my time into that rather than chaining myself to the computer more than I already do at work. I missed so much time with him traveling, and will continue to do so with me traveling, but I want to try to make some of that up.

Plus I feel I have said everything that I can say. I feel that my blogs do nothing but repeat themselves. How many times can I fuck the same guy? How many times can I ride the same bipolar cycles? Everything I write now echoes something I have written before. It bores me, so I imagine it is just as tedious to my readers as well.

I stopped documenting my sexual misadventures a while ago, which you could probably tell from the dates on the sex posts, and I have felt liberated by not thinking "oh I have to remember this for when I write it..." while I am fucking. I have basically been putting fragments of my journal on bipolar swirl. I am just not a blogger anymore; my mind does not demand it anymore and has even started to revolt against it.

So for all these reasons, most importantly the new job and all the other major changes in my life, I have decided to close down My Sexual Misadventures and bipolar swirl. It's the end of an era for me. I started the blogs as a Writing for the Media project in college in 2004. I have poured my life, my mind, and my soul into these posts and laid myself bare on the internet. I have met fascinating people and caught glimpses of their minds and lives. I have made friends and met other bloggers in person. I had my very first reader die. It has all been an experience I am happy to have participated in.

And I thank you, my dear readers, the commenters and the lurkers, for reading me for so long. I don't think I would have blogged for long at all if it wasn't for your feedback and numbers on the stat counter.

I will still be posting the occasional sex toy reviews on Sexperimentation, and depending on where I am sent, I may try to put up another blog for my time overseas under my real name. Email me if you want that address when/if it all comes to pass.

I have also decided that I will leave fragments of these two blogs up as archives. I can't bring myself to delete them completely. And I feel compelled to leave How to Kill Yourself Slowly up specifically because of all the response and emails it has generated over the years.

Please feel free to email me anytime and for any reason at chris.sexmis@gmail.com. Love and goodbye...

Forever

2008-09-16T19:06:00.000-06:00

July 22nd, 2008

His body pressed against me so tightly. His arms encircled me from behind, held me tight to him. His breath licked over my ear and shoulder, spreading heat and sensation over my skin. His stubble sharply caressed my back and made my nerves prickle so pleasantly in return. He cradled my belly in his embrace. He reached up and clutched both my breasts as he thrust into me. He gripped my hip tightly for more leverage. Every touch was overwhelming; every contact impressed on my mind. I never wanted it to stop.

My nerves were on fire. The sensations were so intense they blinded me, robbed me of my control. I was animalistic and desperate in the sex, moaning and crying without reserve.

I fell forward, and he lay down along me. He wrapped his arms below me, pinning me down, making me his. It was so intense; my body throbbed. My head felt so overwhelmed that it threatened to explode. I was screaming instantaneously.

The sex was so hot and dirty, so perfect.

"I love you," he said into my ear.

"I love you."

"I love sex with you," he breathed on my neck.

"I love sex with you, baby."

One phrase had replaced the other, had finally surpassed it.

"I want to be in you forever," he moaned.

I could barely take it anymore. It was all too much. I was completely at his mercy, so his, utterly submitted beneath him. He pulled out and drenched my back.

Bounce

2008-09-16T19:05:00.001-06:00

July 26th, 2008

"I miss bouncing," I said, pouting on top of him. At least I was on top of him.

"Me too."

I started bouncing anyway. I ignored the whimpering of my pussy bladder and took fully advantage of the hotel bed. I pressed my feet into the mattress and popped myself up just a little. I let myself fall back down the length of his shaft and pound into his body. I felt him slam inside me so vividly. I felt the untempered giddiness of bouncing as when I was young paired with the reckless joy of rough sex.

I put my hand on his chest to stabilize myself and feel his skin, and I looked down at him. I bounced harder and harder, our skin slapping loud in the hotel room, until I was screaming. I rode him hard until it hurt too much to ignore.

Burps

2008-09-16T19:05:00.000-06:00

July 26th, 2008

I knelt between his legs, working my mouth up and down his hard penis. I was folded on top of my legs, my torso pressing down and folding me in half. My stomach bubbled relentlessly from the barbecue we had just left. It churned and groaned and threw air back up into my mouth. I kept burping.

"You are so hot, babe," he laughed.

"Oh, I know."

I didn't want to keep burping, but it was irresistible. Vomiting probably would have been less attractive anyway.

I fell into a new rhythm. I bobbed down on him in two short pumps then one long. One, two, threeee. One, two, threeee. I felt his body tense at the motion, and his fingers trailed in my hair.

"I like that," he moaned. "Practicing new techniques?"

"I did this one last time."

"Who you practicing on?"

"Shut up."

I leaned back down to continue. One, two, threeee.

Change of Mind

2008-09-15T19:50:00.000-06:00

July 24th, 2008

I resigned to go to sleep. He was exhausted, and I didn't want to push him for sex, as I always do. I turned over, folded my pillow, and settled into the bed.

As I lay with my eyes closed and my mind wandering, I felt him toss beside me. Then slowly, I felt his body move close to mine. He cuddled up to me, wrapping his arm around me and pulling me back into him, and humped my hip.

"You can't stay away," I said as I turned to kiss him.

I reached back between us and cupped his hardness through his boxers. I let my hand cradle all that could fit in my grasp, moving my fingers to stroke him. He reached around my body and put his fingers to my clit.

His breath panted in my ear as his fingers circled my clit. My nerves stood rigid, and my hips rocked to the sensations flowing through them.

"Baby," I said. His breathing got harder.

"Oh baby," I said. His panting grew hotter on my neck.

"Mmmm, baby," I said. He nearly grunted against my ear.

Words fell away from me. I moaned and cried in nondescript noises. As I started to scream, I felt his hips thrust subtly into my hand.

Malling Kisses

2008-09-14T14:49:00.000-06:00

July 22nd, 2008

His fingers grabbed at my shorts as I ran across the living room. He caught the waistband and had them off me by the time I made it to the bedroom. I jumped on the waterbed and started kicking the blankets down.

"No more fucking on the blankets," I said. "No fucking."

On the open sheets, he dropped onto his face and feigned sleep. I smiled and reached down, trailing on finger along his asscrack. His whined and wiggled and pushed away. I laughed as I fell onto my back.

He attacked me. He leapt between my legs in a fury of humping and kissing. He smashed his face hard into mine, grating his whiskers across my cheeks and chin like sandpaper. He left his mouth open and his lips relaxed, spreading slobber all over me. I was wet and raw and laughing uncontrollably.

"It's malling kisses," he said.

His Words

2008-09-10T18:45:00.000-06:00

July 20th, 2008

In a haze of sleep, he fucked me. In the slightly cooler light of the morning, he fucked me. The sex felt different to me in this sleepy fog. It had a distance to it that didn't upset or scare me. My sensations felt sweet and far away as my mind rolled lazily in my head. I was pleasantly disconnected and able to wallow mindlessly in him.

"I love you," he said, moving inside me.

Just hearing him say it, still made my heart clench, my body flutter.

"I love you," I said.

He kept saying it. I love you. I love you. He felt so perfect inside me, and his words were exactly what I wanted to hear.

"You feel so good," he whispered.

He never talked dirty to me. He hated the sound of his voice, though I loved it. This slip, this sweet deviation excited me. I savored it.

"Mmmm, baby, you feel so good inside me," I said back.

HNT: Tease

2008-09-04T20:41:00.000-06:00

This is as close as it gets to a full picture of me...

Feel

2008-09-04T20:40:00.000-06:00

July 12th, 2008

I reached down and gripped his ass, holding one cheek tightly in my palm. With each thrust he made into me, I felt the flick of his muscles. I screamed louder, and he fucked me harder. When he pulled out, he poured his cum between us, holding me tight and saying I love you in my ear.

Shhh

2008-09-04T18:10:00.000-06:00

July 17th, 2008

We were drunk in my cousins' house, having sex when we weren't supposed to even though condoms had greeted us when we arrived in the spare room.

The Minnesota night was hot. The heavy air poured through the windows weighed down on us. I didn't feel naked so suffocated by the humidity. I could barely feel his body heat through the warmth of the night. The whirling fans did little else but provide noise, noise I hoped would drown out the moans I struggled to stifle.

I held him close, despite the sweat forming between us. I kissed him deeply, despite the heat of his breath. The sex surpassed the heat.

"Mmmm, baby," I whispered so quietly in his ear. "I love you, baby."

"I love you."

"Oh, baby, I love you inside. Oh, mmm, you feel so good. Yes, baby."

He fucked me harder, with more vigor, at my words. The mattress began to shake the nightstand beside us, louder and louder.

"Shhhhh," I giggled.

Explode

2008-09-03T20:40:00.000-06:00

July 11th, 2008

The credits of the porn rolled as he fucked me on my back on the couch. He pounded inside me with his eyes intent on me. I screamed; I begged. I clawed; I writhed. I was desperate for his sex, hungry and craving. I ate it hungrily and greedily.

He pulled out quickly and came on my hip, his hot orgasm spreading over my hip. Then he leaned down to kiss me. I looked into his eyes as he lowered his face to mine, but then he exploded again. The cum shot up between us, hitting us both in the face. He cried out in disgust and threw himself back. As I raised my hand to the splatter on my cheek, I erupted in laughter.

I was covered in cum. His first explosion covered my hip, up my belly, and over my breasts. His second had shot up to our faces, hitting both him and me, and spread all the way to the armrest and speaker behind my head. White drops screamed out everywhere as evidence.

"It's on the fucking speaker," I laughed.

We laughed so hard, cracked up so helplessly that I was near tears by the time we got to the shower.

Reviewing Blog

2008-09-02T21:26:00.004-06:00

I have opened a new blog devoted exclusively to sex toy reviews:
Sexperimentation

Shadow

2008-09-02T20:30:00.000-06:00

July 9th, 2008

"Come here," I said, motioning to him from the bed. He sat on the small couch across the room, resisting me.

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because I want to."

I smiled. I knew I had already won. And he came over to me.

As he fucked from behind, I watched our shadows on the wall. The light from the bathroom cast sharp, vivid, dark shadows on the wall beside us. I saw the curve of my back rolling up from the mattress into him. I saw the undulation of my body that matched his thrusts. I saw his arms disappear down into my shape. I saw the motion of his thrust in the slope of his back. I noticed my vacation belly protruding on my shadow body. I was hypnotized, mesmerized by watching the visual echo of our sex.

Third

2008-09-01T22:00:00.000-06:00

July 7th, 2008

I handed him the lube so he could better rub my clit. He lubed me up but pushed into me instead.

Constant sound poured from my mouth, I moaned loud spliced in with incessant dirty talk.

"I love you inside me," I said. "You feel so good. Mmmm, yes baby. Please, baby. Fuck me. Fuck me harder, please. Oh, baby, please!"

I let it flow off my tongue. I didn't consider a word that danced from my lips into his ears. I just let it go and concentrated on the reaction I could feel in his body at each one.

"You're going to make me cum again already," he said.

He fucked me hard. I tried to reach between our writhing bodies to rub my clit, yet as he thrust, his belly kept pushing my hand away.

"Let me on top," I said.

He smiled and kept fucking me. He laughed as he continued to pound me into screams. Then he let me up.

As I pushed him inside me, I felt my pussy bladder cry out. The vivid ache spread through my belly from where his penis pressed into the front wall of my vagina. A crampish pain clutched me with each flick of my hips, each shift of my pelvis. The rage and frustration flooded over me with each wince. I just wanted to ride him.

I extended one leg up beside his head, and the pain became bearable. The pleasure could finally compete, and I could focus on it. I licked my fingers and put them to my clit.

"Cum for me," he said, looking up at me.

I rubbed furiously, moaning and throwing my head back. I came hard, as he commanded.

Post-Present

2008-08-28T20:30:00.000-06:00

July 7th, 2008

We stood in the small shower, washing away the first time he had ever fucked me in the ass. He clung to me. His hands did not deviate from my body, constantly touching me, rubbing me, holding me, groping me. He kept me so close in intoxicatingly affectionate touch. His smile was euphoric.

"I love you," he said again and again. He could not stop saying it.

Just a mention of him inside my ass had him hard again. He moved me, pinned me against the corner of the shower and pressed back inside me. I felt him finally on those sweet nerves that were so jealous when he was exploring other holes. I moaned out loud, and it echoed in the shower.

He held me so close, fucked me so tight as he continued to mumbled I love yous in my ear, on my cheek, down my neck. I clung to him as my body bucked and writhed and my screams grew louder still.

"That is what I was missing," he said.

He continued to fuck me, but his rhythm hesitated.

"Whew," he said, "My legs are tired."

"Now you know how I always feel..."

HNT: Tied and Spread

2008-08-27T20:13:00.000-06:00

If you haven't noticed, I fucking love the pictures from this shoot. She is brilliant!

Lost and Found

2008-08-26T17:58:00.000-06:00

July 5th, 2008

I was lost in my mind, awash in irritation and drunk. My consciousness was seized by what we might be, what we might be becoming. All of the obscure signs and misinterpreted messages and internal fears raged on my thoughts. In the fever of my mind, I didn't want to be close; I didn't want to be touched, but I needed it. I needed him to put his hands on me and make us ok, make me ok.

He buried himself between my legs, licking me in drunken expertise, yet I barely felt it. I writhed in confusion rather than pleasure. I moaned out of habit with my broken mind reeling.

But then he climbed my body. He pressed down on the length of me, entreating every nerve. He kissed me so sweetly, tasting of me. My mind melted away as sex replaced my angst.

It was a blur of sex, a drunken haze of sex. My mind, fallen silent, fixated only on the feeling of him inside me. I struggled to be more quiet, constricted by the shared condo. We moved to our sides, and I begged him please until he was cumming all over my bare skin.

Off

2008-08-25T21:05:00.000-06:00

July 2nd, 2008

I was half awake, irritated. I had opened my eyes unwillingly to find myself in an off mood. I hated my consciousness, but I was awake for sex.

I followed him to the shower, feeling distant and disconnect from my body. My mind was thick, heavy, distracted, and I did not feel physically connected to anything.

I went through the motions, echoing his kiss, holding him back to me, waiting to feel normal again. I was on the cusp of normal. I knew how I should be feeling and reacting, yet I couldn't quite swim through my insanity and sleepy haze to get there. He seemed so far away even as he pressed right against me.

We fumbled half-conscious, yet he could not get inside me. I leaned back, unable to move, as he continued to miss my opening. Neither one of us seemed to be working.

"You keep closing the gate on me," he said.

Finally, I lowered myself to our trusted position and pinned myself in the back of the tub. My bruises from our last session ached and whined severely as he pressed against me, but he was finally inside me.

As he fucked me from behind, my legs cried out more exhausted than my mind. Waves of irritation crashed over me as I found myself waiting for him to cum.

Good Shower

2008-08-24T21:45:00.000-06:00

June 29th, 2008

I spun the Shower Sutra, and it landed on The Palm.

"I think we can do that one," I said, looking at the standing couple with her foot in his palm.

I squatted down a little as he moved towards me. His arms encircled me, and I reached down between our wet bodies to guide him into me. As he entered me, he gripped me firmly and pressed into me deep.

"You can't make me cum in this position," I said. "I'll kill us both."

"I'm not in control of you cumming."

"Umm, yes you are."

We wavered in our balance as he fucked me. With no wall to lean against or sturdy point, we swayed in our sex, clinging to each other tight.

His turn. He moved the spinner to The Ass. I gave him the look, and he spun the wheel. It landed on The Ass, and he smiled deviously.

I bent over, and he pushed hard into me. Then I leaned up against him, as denoted in the picture on the wheel. He reached out and wrapped around me tightly, arching my back and pulling my body into his. As he held me, he nuzzled that blinding spot on my back and sent my nerves into chaos. I cuddled back into him, savoring his touch, his embrace, his penetration.

As I flicked the spinner, it landed on Her Choice.

"Hmmmm," I said. "How about our starting position?"

"Sure."

I moved down and pinned myself against the back of the tub firmly and comfortably. He knelt before and slid so perfectly back into me, where he belonged. Screams and dirty talk poured from my mouth as he fucked me.

"Oh, baby. Mmmm, baby, you feel so good. Oh, baby! Yes, yes!"

He pulled out from me abruptly. I cast my eyes down to witness his orgasm. I watched his cum spurt up between us as I felt it spatter my skin with the drops from the shower.

Finally, a shower by choice. Finally, an easy and not frustrating shower. Finally, truly enjoying shower sex again.

HNT: Bound

2008-08-20T17:26:00.000-06:00

Innocent

2008-08-20T17:25:00.000-06:00

June 29th, 2008

It was an innocent shower, an innocuous shower in the wake of his hangover. For once, I stood naked beside him without fixating on fucking him. For once, I obliviously just showered.

He became more alert beside me. The fog of his hangover seemed to break as he touched and kissed me more. His advanced caught me off guard and interrupted me, but I welcomed them happily. He was hard without my help, rubbing himself against my thigh as he humped me.

"Should this be my sign now?" I joked.

"It's been a long time since we had sex in the shower because we wanted to."

I gave into him. I abandoned my washing and my shaving and plunged into his arms. He kissed me arm and deep, holding me so tight.

Post-Fight

2008-08-19T19:30:00.000-06:00

June 28th, 2008

Our argument still echoed in my head. My emotions still lay raw beneath my skin. My eyes were still sensitive and wet. I struggled to be normal again. Outwardly, we had finally found some semblance of resolve, but inside, I was still distraught and tangled from the fight. My body moved with him, yet my mind trailed behind, still lost somewhere between my insanity and all his words.

We skimmed over foreplay. Had we not been intimate enough already? Brutal honesty forged our bond. We already felt exposed and close.

He was inside me. Simultaneously, I needed it, and I did not want it. I needed the feeling of him, the affection, the sense of normalcy in our sex; but I did not want the closeness when I was so raw, to be more exposed when I had already fallen apart before his eyes.

I was lost while he moved inside me. Echoes of our words, our disagreements, our fight echoed in my head. I processed it in the midst of our sex. My mind could not resist turning over and over until my thoughts bled. I fought tears still in my eyes as he fucked me and told me he loved me.

Behind

2008-08-18T16:30:00.000-06:00

June 27th, 2008

"I kind of want to turn over," I said from beneath him.

I knelt in front of him and he pushed full into me. I felt him fill me, and a moan escaped my throat. He grabbed my hair carefully but tightly and pulled my head. back. My throat pulled taunt, the skin pressing down into my windpipe. My sounds became raspy, throaty, strained. I heard them more in their deviation as he fucked me. He felt so vibrant on my nerves, so perfect.

I pushed back against him and into his lap. As his arms circled around me and his hands groped sweetly at my flesh, I bounced awkwardly in his lap. He wrapped so tightly around me, saying he loved me hot into my ear. But his participation tumbled me forward.

He pushed me all the way forward, flat, down into the mattress. He snaked his arms below me and held me tightly around the chest as my fingers tangled with his. He managed to pull me closer, hold me deeper. The sensations raged over me. With his whiskers igniting my sensitive back, I was overwhelmed. I writhed recklessly, and I moaned helplessly.

HNT: Ropes

2008-08-13T17:52:00.000-06:00

Double

2008-08-11T17:30:00.000-06:00

June 27th, 2008

We stood in the shower, washing his cum from our bodies. His hands remained all over me. His swept his fingers over my belly, cleaning the traces of our sex from my skin. His arm lingered behind me, pulling me into him. Hunger was still in his touch, and his erection still lingered near his belly button.

Jokingly, he began to hump my thighs.

"Your thighs feel good," he laughed. "I think I have another one in me."

"You know I'm down."

"It'll be a long one."

"Can we not do the long on in the shower? Let's go to the room."

We toweled off quickly and hurried down the hall back to the room. He lay back across the sheets.

"Yeah, you can give me head this time," he said smiling.

His

2008-08-10T20:54:00.000-06:00

June 27th, 2008

He was on top of me. His body weight pinned me down in a pleasant surrender. His body heat wrapped around me, held me.

His rhythm controlled me. I was at the whim of his every movement inside me, locked hard into his kiss. His lips were so firm against mine, bringing his restraint and sweet pressure directly to my center, where I lived behind my eyes. My muffled and trapped moans ascended behind our kiss.

My body was clenching and quivering beneath him. I became a blur of pure sensation, blind to my movements and sounds. I only knew what I felt. Yet we maintained our hard kiss. His lips never left mine as I cried out and flailed wildly.

I could feel his orgasm peaking behind his lips. His breath became shallow, his movements more jerky. Then he pulled out.

I grabbed his ass with my heels and pulled him back to me, tugging him down onto my stomach. I felt the twitched and waves flow over his body as his hot cum spread between us.

Type

2008-08-08T16:29:00.000-06:00

June 8th, 2008

I lay naked across his lap and the couch. He lifted the laptop up onto my thigh for me to type on. As I put my fingers to the keys, he put his finger to my clit. I had been hungry and impatient for his touch; now I abandoned all focus and tasks to enjoy it.

"Type," he said as he rubbed me lightly, igniting my nerves.

I moaned in subtle writhings and attempted to look at the computer screen. Each time I got my fingers to the keys, he sent a wave of pleasure roaring over me, leaving me in a distracted fog.

"Type," he said again.

I struggled to slam my fingers at the correct keys and navigate to the right website. His touch was too intoxicating, and he was enjoying his subtle torment too much.

Then his phone rang.

"Hey buddy... Nothing. About to have sex with [Chris]... When are you back in town?" he said.

As he chatted with our friend, he continued to furiously rub my clit. I fought the moans billowing in my chest to remain quiet. I bit my lower lip and let my body move in the restraint of my sound. I cooed and wriggled on the couch, looking desperately at him. He laughed quietly and smiled.

When he hung up the phone, he moved between my legs and plunged into me. He fucked me hard and fast, just like I needed, just like I wanted. I felt him chasing his orgasm. He came fast in the humidity of our combined body heat and held me close in the aftermath.

"Sometimes I just have to be in you, babe," he breathed.

Coffee Table

2008-08-08T16:28:00.000-06:00

June 7th, 2008

"I hope that's washable," he said as we moved towards the coffee table.

"What? Your aim's not that good?"

"I don't know."

I grasped the skirt and pulled it up past my breasts and over my head. Just to be safe. The skirt wasn't mine.

I cleared the bridesmaid bouquet and books off the table and knelt on the carpet. I pushed my hips up into the wooden curve of the table and bent over it. I knelt naked before him in nothing but the schoolgirl heels.

He moved behind me. Angling my hips right, he pushed hard back into me. I was slick and wet from his expert cunnilingus and him pounding me on my kitchen table. My body coursed with our sex and the fading blush of my orgasms.

"I like sex with you," he said as he pumped into me.

"I like sex with you."

"I love you." He said it again. He said it first. He said it repeatedly, just like he had the last time. My body clenched at the words.

"I love you."

He grabbed me and pulled me back up to him. He wrapped his arms around me and held my back tightly into his chest as he kissed at my cheek and neck. I cuddled the back of my head into him, relishing his embrace. Then he guided me back down and brought his rough chin to my back. He nuzzled that blindingly sensitive spot between my shoulders, breathing, rubbing, kissing. My body lit up, and my sounds grew more passionate.

"Yes, baby. Mmmmm. Oh, yes. Baby. Harder, please, harder." I moaned and spoke in a dirty blur. I let the words fall mindlessly off my tongue.

His rhythm became more frantic at my words. With each more and begging and exclamation, he pounded me harder. I gripped the edge of the table hard and threw my head back to look at him. He pulled from my body, and I felt his hot cum spurt onto my back. He pressed his body jerking against mine, and the twitched persisted endlessly.

"It keeps going," he said as he continued to coat my back.

"Holy shit, babe. Where did that all even come from? When did you have enough time to store up that much fluids?"

"I have no idea."

He collapsed into the puddled on my back and soaked us both in his cum.

Heels

2008-08-06T18:41:00.000-06:00

June 7th, 2008

I walked out of my room in the schoolgirl skirt that failed to cover the curved of my ass. I sauntered in heels that did not belong to me and matched the skirt.

His eyes met me immediately as I emerged in the living room. From the couch, his eyes moved over me hungrily, caressing me. Sex and appreciation spread over his face. I walked in deliberate steps, allowing my hips to roll and sway in my movements, feeling the edge of the skirt tease my ass, to him and stood before him.

He sat up immediately, reaching a hand out to touch me. He smiled deviously as his hand explored my thigh and traced up to the bottom of my ass. I did a little twirl for him so that he could glimpse the extent of my exposed flesh.

His arms hinted around me as he stood up, pulling me into him.

"Wow, you're a giant now," he said.

The heels lifted me inches higher, and his head descended towards my breasts in the change. He was not so easy to reach lower.

I stepped back and sat on the chase with my legs spread. I looked up at him as I guided him between my legs. His fingers got lost in my hair as I slowly unzipped his pants and stripped him. His erection pointed up towards my mouth, already prepared for me. I let my hands trail at his hips as I leaned forward and pushed him slowly back into my mouth.

Tease

2008-08-06T18:40:00.000-06:00

June 6th, 2008

I was raw with emotion. It coursed through me, making my body weak. My mind craved distraction, and I needed physical connection with him to reestablish us. My mind was a blur as we tangled up in each other's arms and kissed. He was the still point against my whirling head.

He descended my body slowly, which only made my nerves beg for tactile fixation even more. I needed him. In every way possible.

Yet he teased me relentlessly. Cradling my hips, he brought his tongue to the lightest touch on my clit. My nerves reacted fiercely, screaming for more. He did not give me more. He touched me in a whisper then retreated then grazed me in a tease again. I pushed my hips up desperately in his face, needing the pressure of his tongue, the warmth of his mouth. He only moved his head back and returned to the subtle touch.

I laughed and whimpered helplessly. I could not force his touch; I could not resist his tease. I waited in twitching impatience until he finally plunged deep into me. He ate me ravenously and furiously until I came hard back into myself.

Goodbye

2008-08-05T15:59:00.000-06:00

June 3rd, 2008

I knelt on the floor of the shower before him. My legs were trembling and shaking from holding myself up in so many positions and from him fucking the hell out of me. He knelt between my legs and slid back into me. It was effortless after the way he had just fucked me against the wall. I moaned and placed my palms on the cool, wet surface, thankful to not be holding myself up against the raging sensations he pulsed through me.

He gripped my hips and held me back into his thrusts the same way he did when he took me this way on a bed or the floor. Somehow, this one common position had eluded all our previous shower tristes. I had no fear of slipping, no worry of my head getting bashed into a wall. I concentrated wholly on the feeling of him pounding so hard inside me.

My body tensed immediately. I was moaning fluidly and begging him to fuck harder. He slammed into me, and my body responded with blissful pleasure. My fingers dug futilely against the bottom of the tub as my back arched and bucked. I threw my head to look back at him before curling it down against my chest. My entire body contracted in on itself as the sensations temporarily froze me before shattering the world. My screams sounded as if they could break my mirror.

I collapsed instantly into a fury of random jerks. My body shook uncontrollably. As I tried to lift myself up onto my arms and legs again, I stuttered back down to a heap on the floor.

Everything was a blur after that. He fucked me hard until he pulled out and came on my ass, though I couldn't feel it through the spray.

I leaned forward panting and said, "Goodbye, shower."

It would be the last time we fucked in my shower before I moved into his house.

Scary

2008-08-05T15:58:00.000-06:00

June 3rd, 2008

He leaned up, ready to take a shower and have sex with me. I remained on my back, looking up at him. He hadn't touched me again. He hadn't put his fingers on me the last few times I had my period. What had changed? The foreplay wasn't lacking in our normal sex; what made him stop providing it when I was bleeding all of a sudden? I took my window.

"Why haven't you touched me with your fingers?" I asked.

"I'm sorry, babe."

"You haven't touched me with them this week in a while."

"This week? It's only the second day."

"No, not this week. This week."

"What?"

"Not this week this week, this week as in the week that repeats every month."

"Oooh. I haven't?"

"No, you haven't for a while. Why not?"

"Because it's scary." He buried his head into my neck.

"It's not scary."

"It's scary."

"It's not scary." We started joking and talking in child voices. "I'm not going to bleed on you. You used to do it."

"It's scary."

"It's not scary."

He finally reached down and pushed my shorts aside. He finally let his fingertips find my clit. I needed a warm up too, like the head I had been giving him with Pop Rocks as we watched a movie; the blood did not serve to replace lubricant. He grabbed my shorts to move them again and pulled to hard. I yelped, and we started laughing.

"Just pull my shorts up my ass," I said.

"They were in my way."

He kissed me as he moved his fingers in slow circles over my clit. I felt my nerves move and shift to lick at the contact of his touch. My body fell into its trance and rhythm, rolling my hips up to meet his hand. I moaned and cooed into his mouth with my arms wrapped up around him.

I breathed my pleasure into his mouth as the sensations began to peak. My body moved forcefully in a jerking flow. My hands groped and grabbed at him. I broke his kiss to moan out and scream into the room.

"Thank you," I said, closing my eyes.

"You have to tell me those things, babe."

"I just did. I gave you a couple times to figure it out on your own, and then I told you."

Fall

2008-08-04T16:33:00.000-06:00

June 2nd, 2008

Pinned and pressed against the back of his bathtub, he fucked me. He knelt between my quivering legs and pushed into me over and over. His penetration had me writhing in my constrained position. I leaned back on my elbows and felt my torso wrestling the pose in waves of sensation.

Through my pleasure, through the feeling of him pumping into me, through the sensation of his skin and lips on me, I was acutely aware that I was slipping. With each thrust of his, I felt my back shift ever so slightly against the tub. I was sinking lower and lower; my legs were failing to keep me locked in my place.

"I'm going down," I said as I truly began to slide.

He reached his arms below mine and heaved me up a little. He attempted to hold me there, but the slick water had breached my suction against the wall. I kept inching my way down the tub, despite my struggle to stay in his sex.

"I'm going down!" I warned again, giggling.

Once I felt his penis pull free and safe from me, I fell to the basin of the tub.

Slippery

2008-08-04T16:32:00.000-06:00

June 2nd, 2008

I lay on the shower floor. My body ached against the hard, slick surface. The water droplets poured down from the shower, splattering from his back over me.

He eased down slowly and knelt between my legs. Placing his hands on the tub beside my head, he lowered his hips towards me. His wet penis found my wet lips and merely slipped against them. He moved back, took aim again, and leaned forward again. Again, the tip of his penis grazed and slid along my opening.

I reached down in attempt to navigate him. I held him until his body pressed against my hand, yet still, at that crucial second of penetration, he slipped away from the target. I started giggling below him as we kept trying. He laughed with me as we failed again and again.

I was cracking up by the time he finally found his way into me. I could not stop chuckling at the ridiculousness of our situation. We laughed quietly into kisses as he fucked me on the bottom of his bathtub.

Rough

2008-07-31T20:05:00.000-06:00

May 31st, 2008

I walked towards my bed, still dripping from the shower. He appeared behind me and again shoved me over. I landed on my knees on the mattress, bent over at his mercy. Again, he plowed his face into me and fucked me roughly with his tongue. He was ruthless, hungry. I moaned hot and desperate, blinded by the sensations.

I reached down and groped at his arm. I needed him back inside me. He only pushed his face into me harder. I pulled at him again.

"Please, fuck me," I begged.

He immediately knelt between my legs and pushed into me. I felt him spread and fill me so perfectly. My moans only grew deeper, louder. The sensations coursed through my body, took over my control. I screamed recklessly and let the words flow from my tongue.

"Oh, yes baby. Please, baby. Harder, harder, please, harder. Oh, I love how you fuck me. Mmmmmm."

He pounded into me with his fingertips digging into the soft flesh at my hips. He held me tight and pulled me back hard. I writhed in his rhythm, tossing my head back to catch a glimpse of him. He finally pulled out and poured his hot cum over my ass before laying his panting body along my back.

Shove

2008-07-31T20:04:00.000-06:00

May 31st, 2008

We stepped out of the shower wet and still dripping. I barely had my feet on the floor before he grabbed me from behind. He pushed me forcefully up against my sink. His hand pressed between my shoulders, guiding me forward to bend over the counter.

He buried his face in me. He pressed his face hard into me and plunged his tongue into me over and over again. The tip of his tongue flicked over my clit and darted into me. With each motion, he pushed me forward harder. Droplets fell from my skin as my head collided lightly with the mirror.

I was pulsing with sex. My entire body vibrated at his touch. He held me forward, down, pushing me repeatedly into that mirror. His rough touch and ravenous eating made my body beg for him.

I fought backwards, pushing against him until he allowed me to turn around. Without a word, I perched myself on the edge of the counter. I grabbed him by the neck and pulled him to me, diving into his kiss. He tasted of me. He stepped forward and slid inside me.

My nerves lit up at his penetration. My body tensed as he wrapped around me tightly. I moaned desperately, hungrily as he fucked me. With each thrust, my wet ass slipped on the counter edge. I clung to it as long as I could, savoring his dirty sex.

Fight

2008-07-30T20:02:00.000-06:00

May 28th, 2008

"I love you," I moaned into his ear as he fucked me.

"I love you, baby," he breathed back into my face, panting.

He clutched my naked body to his as he pushed into me harder and faster. Hearing his words made me moan louder. I breathed into his flesh and groped at his back. Moans became screams as I writhed trapped below him.

I felt him tensing. I heard his breathing change ever so subtly, becoming hesitant and shallow. He was there; I could feel it, but I wasn't. He fought his orgasm, still constantly pumping into me as I trembled beneath him until he elicited my shattering screams. Then he released, and I felt him collapse on top of me.

Show

2008-07-30T20:01:00.000-06:00

May 28th, 2008

I lay on my back across the sheets. He stood at the edge of the bed, plunged deep into me. I was splayed out helpless before him in his full view. No part of my body escaped his sight as he held my hips and pounded into me in that perfect rhythm.

I looked up into his eyes. I saw the sexual determination flicker in the movements of his face as he watched me. The sensations rolled up from our joining, tickling my back, quivering my stomach. My hands groped aimlessly over the bed and my own flesh as my mind became more ragged in stimulation.

The more constant and solidly he pumped into me, the more I felt my nerves swell beneath my skin. The edges of the world blurred against my eyes and my flesh. The feeling of him moving inside me became more precise, more intense, more vivid. It became overwhelming. The sensations rose over me in increasingly peaking waves, making my body echo their shape in awkward twitches and writhings.

I screamed out louder as my body moved beyond my control, at the beckon of his seduction. My eyes lost sight of him behind a flurry of fluttering lashes. I surrendered myself to the sensations and showed him the extent of my enjoyment as I jerked in front of him.

I released back onto the mattress and looked up at him with lazy eyes and a smile.

"I like making you cum," he smiled.

"I like you making me cum."

He leaned down and kissed me hard.

Theme Song

2008-07-29T17:42:00.000-06:00

May 28th, 2008

We were tangled together on the bed half clothed, somewhere between the movie we had just gotten home from and the sex we were now getting into. His body lay on mine, bare flesh on my flesh. I wrapped my arms around him and held his body down to mine as we kissed.

He started humming the Indiana Jones theme into my mouth; then he buried his face in my shoulder and started humping to the melody. I felt his balls sway and slap against my skin in the rhythm. As my mind processed what he was doing, laughter billowed up in my chest.

"Stop it," I giggled helplessly.

I reached down and slapped him hard on the bare ass, snapping his attention back to where it belonged. Yet, sure enough, when he collapsed on top of me post-orgasm, that familiar theme slipped quietly from his lips again.

Start

2008-07-15T20:15:00.000-06:00

And back to the old shit that's been living in my queue, but I'm on my way out again. I'm off to Minnesota for a little less than a week. I'll try to pop in again before we're supposedly going to Tennessee. I will be back someday, my dear readers, I promise.

May 27th, 2008

His hands were all over me. His touch covered my bare skin in a shifting coat. His fingertips trailed up my arms. His hands gripped my arms as they leaned against his thighs. He gently ran his fingers through my hair, getting lost in the strands. He was constant motion and contact below me as I leaned down and put my mouth on him.

This was just for him. We couldn't have sex, but I needed to please him. I craved it as much as I hungered for my own orgasm. I could start him off, and he could finish himself so there was no pressure, I had told him. So there I knelt before him, topless and vigorously sucking him for all the time I had. The guilt I felt for squandering our camping sex window with my insanity and my pure, blind lust for him only fueled my performance.

I held his penis firmly. His girth filled my hand as I moved it up and down his length with the rhythm of my mouth. I sucked him hard and full without reserve. I moved my entire body in the echo of my fellatio, rocking my hips on top of my calves. I felt my ass pressing against the fabric of my jeans; I felt my body reaction. My clit tingled anxiously every time his eyes rolled shut or his hands gripped at me. I was wet and could feel it pooling.

He couldn't keep his eyes open. They fluttered shut, and his head fell back into the cushion of the couch. I felt his head swell in my mouth, filling me and making it harder for me to suck. I wrapped my mouth around his inflated girth and pushed him deeper back into my mouth, harder, faster, my hand echoing each stroke.

His hands wandered up my arms and grabbed my shoulders in a sudden writhing. I yelped as his fingers dug into my pink, burned shoulders. I collapsed on his stomach before moving back down to his penis.

I wanted to finish him. I could not resist how much I wanted his cum in my mouth. Yet I had to tear myself away, wrestle my shirt away from him, and leave him to finish what I started.

Present

2008-07-13T20:47:00.003-06:00

Rather than post one of the many posts I still have in my queue, I have decided to post what many of you have been waiting for, my dear readers. I have been gone and slacking so much and will continue to do so for the rest of July, so I definitely had to post the coveted first ass sex with Guy #2...

July 7th, 2008

I walked out of the bathroom in my corset, carrying the box of his present I had purchased before last Christmas. I perched on the bed beside him and handed him the box.

He opened it slowly, pulling out the large bottle of lube, the double bullet, and finally the glass anal plug. He looked at each, a confused expression musing on his face.

"Do you know what it is?" I asked.

He turned the plug over in his hand. "Butt plug?"

I nodded. "Do you know what your present is?"

He stared at me briefly, thinking; then a smile spread over his face. "Butt sex?"

I nodded. A surge of excitement spread through him. He pulled me tight to him. He kissed me incessantly.

"You are the hottest chick ever. I love you, baby," he kept repeating.

I interrupted his embrace with the unsexy talk of the semantics of the anal sex. I told him I wanted to use a condom and that it could be messy because it was frequently for me in practice. I ran down the details so we could dive right in.

I took the plug from him and opened the lube. Lubing up the plug, I leaned onto my side and pressed it into my ass. It slid in easily, the head spreading me before it settled into me. I was relieved that all of my preparation still applied. I could feel my heart lightly pounding in nerves.

When I plucked the plug back out from myself, it was surprisingly clean. Spotless. It could not have been a more perfect time for him to fuck me in the ass.

His excitement was tangible, but my nerves made me more ambivalent. I was disconnected by my focus, but I was ready, and his happiness was infectious.

We moved towards each other awkwardly, differently than we usually do. The rhythm, the flow was different. We were awkward and unromantic in the unfamiliar.

On my back, he attempted to press into me. Despite excessive lube, the head of his penis smashed unsuccessfully into my tight ass. We flailed and struggled but continued to fail.

"I think I should turn over," I said.

He pushed at my asshole again; it resisted him. It resisted him desperately as I knelt helpless before him. I could not help him aside from laugh with him. Finally, finally, I felt the tip of his penis part my flesh and begin to press into my ass.

A sharp, stretching sensation spread up from his penetration. I breathed at the intense edge.

"Give me a second," I said.

He paused. I breathed relaxation down my back.

"Ok," I said.

He began to thrust into me slow and shallow. His restraint and control was baffling. He barely fucked me. He clutched at my hips and fucked me so gently.

"I love you," he said again and again. He whispered it; he moaned it; he called it out. With every other thrust, that precious phrase escaped his lips.

Once the stretching feeling quickly faded, him moving in my ass felt good. My clit responded in sympathy to the sensations, and I moaned. I rocked back into him, forcing his thrusts a little longer and deeper to encourage him.

"I love you," he said again.

However, the pleasant sensations gradually faded to nothing. I felt nothing but the pressure, the movement, the feel of his body. That too faded though. Nothing became a mild discomfort.

"I love you," he kept saying. "I really like this."

I felt full, uncomfortably full. I felt a desperate need to shit, as if my body would soon forceably reject him. The raw feelings were overwhelming. The awkwardness and discomfort grew and built on themselves slowly. I held out and waited, waited for his finish. I wanted his birthday orgasm for the sex he had waited so long for.

It felt as if it would never end. He fucked my ass endlessly. More than once, I almost stopped him, but I waited. At last, he collapsed onto my back in an unimpressive orgasm.

Yet his smile was blinding; his touch was infectious. Once the discomfort had ceased, I too was happy with our first ass sex.

"Best birthday ever," he kept saying.

The Big Trip

2008-07-03T16:50:00.001-06:00

We leave for Hawaii this week. You, and only you my dear readers, know what that means. My first anal sex with Guy #2. I'm nervous; I'm excited; I'm ready. I have been preparing, mentally and physically, for months. It's time. I can't wait to get home and write all about it! Wish me luck...

Massaging

2008-06-30T18:06:00.002-06:00

I was sore, knotted, so tense every motion seemed to ache. I needed a massage in a desperate way. No shoulder rub through my shirt, no gentle caress on my back. I needed lubricated thumbs digging and pressing into my bare skin. Now that the thumbs were finally home, I just needed the lube.

I have tried many, many, many massage oils and massage products. Generally, I find myself unimpressed. Sure, they make me all slippery and let the hand slip and slide over me, but they are sticky and thick. They leave such a residue and need to be washed off after the massage (or sex that follows the massage). And if they are not overly slick and heavy, they don't provide enough lubrication. They absorb into the skin and don't reduce the friction.

However, Babeland Massage Oil Spray from babeland.com may have just found that elusive balance. The consistency of the Babeland Massage Oil Spray is, of course, that of a massage oil. Yet it did not cover me with a suffocating film or soak entirely into my skin. It provided a slim, slick lubrication that lasted through the entire massage before it absorbed into my flesh. I never had to wash it off; my skin was simply left soft and fragranced.

The scent was intoxicating. The edge of the smell conjured memories of all the products I have owned with pheromones, and those products call up a lot of good memories of their own. The smell was intense and vivid yet not overwhelming or abrasive. Much like the consistency of the oil, the scent was a good balance between the extremes I have found in other massage products.

Guy #2 even enjoyed it for the same reasons from the massager's side. He worked me over long and hard, kneading those stubborn and torturous knots. The Babeland Massage Oil Spray made it easier for him to both apply (since it was a spray) and massage me. His hands slid easily over my gnarled skin; he didn't have to fight the friction to find or work my knots.

After he beat on me with the Bongers, my back felt like new, open and finally relaxed for the first time in weeks.

Bonging

2008-06-30T17:23:00.000-06:00

Racquetballs on sticks. That's what the Bongers from babeland.com are literally. A rubber ball sits atop a flexible piece of metal that is wrapped in a wooden handle at the bottom. The moment I pulled them from their box, I was flooded with flashbacks from my childhood when my sister and I played with my father's racquetballs in the cylinder cases they came in.

But damn, do they work.

You wouldn't think whacking yourself with a racquetball on a stick would release tension or feel good, yet it does. The flex in the metal shaft provides just enough force for the perfect pressure, and the rubber ball disperses the impact across your flesh. Bonging really does target your knots and relax your muscles.

The convenient handles allow you to use the Bongers by yourself. You can reach back and bong yourself all day long. Yet, of course, it is always better when a partner does it for you.

They may look utterly ridiculous and invoke odd memories in me, but the Bongers proved surprisingly effective.

Babegloss

2008-06-26T18:14:00.000-06:00

I am a chapstick ADDICT. I cannot emphasize the word addict enough in that statement. I literally have chapstick everywhere. I keep it in my purse, in the bathroom, on my headboard, with my computer, on my desk at work, in all my backpacks and bags. I say, everywhere.

Guy #2 has always called my chapstick "cocksucking chapstick" because it is girly. While I may own some Chapstick brand products, even those are of a fruity variety. I mainly stick to the flavored kiddy chapstick like Lip Smackers, but I am always willing to audition new enablers to my addiction.

I decided to try Babegloss from babeland.com. I usually don't use lipgloss as it gives me a different, more wet sensation; I prefer the lubed but not sticky feel of chapstick.

And Babegloss was sticky and wet. It's applicator was one of those rolling balls at the top of the tube, and I do truly loathe those bottles. Yet the pomegranate smell was intoxicating. I could scarcely refrain from licking all the gloss off immediately.

Babegloss also gave my lips a soft, pink shine. They looked as wet as they felt and appealing.

I might not make Babegloss my daily fix with it's wet and sticky texture and stupid rolling ball applicator; however, it has definitely found its use for making my lips look delectable when I'm getting made up and going out.

Brief Update

2008-06-25T21:30:00.003-06:00

So I'm all moved into Guy #2's house. I wouldn't call it cohabitation or living together yet as he hasn't been home since I moved in. He's supposed to get here Friday. I'm adjusting; then we can adjust together.

I remain obscenely busy.

I have a slew of posts in my queue and will have even more when we start fucking. I'll work on getting those posted. For now, sex toy reviews....

And even though I have no time to read, know that I have not forgotten your blogs. I miss you all!

Good Clean Love

2008-06-25T21:10:00.002-06:00

Good Clean Love came into my life from babeland.com--another water based lube, promising to be all natural. When I squirted the thick lube onto my fingertip, it was a dark red color, and the lavender smell was strong and abrasive. It didn't really smell like lavender, but it didn't smell like chemicals either. I did not hold high hopes.

With doubt in my mind, I spread the thick, oddly textured, red lube over my fingers and gently applied it to my clit. The feeling was amazing. As I coated myself in the lube, it felt perfect. It felt just like my own lubricant, just like when I am extremely wet during sex. The sensations fooled my nerves completely, and I found myself more excited wallowing in how I feel when I am overly wet.

I am a silicone lube junkie. I fell in love with Eros early in my sex/masturbation life and pretty much never looked back. I had flavored water based lubes for oral sex, and that was about it. However, Good Clean Love has seduced me wholly.

Good Clean Love even worked anally. Generally, I keep to silicone based lubes for anal play because they are so much more long lasting, though I do make an exception for Maximus. Yet Good Clean Love seemed so thick and thoroughly wet that I thought I would give it a try as I practiced for my first anal sex with Guy #2. It worked beautifully. The dildo slid easily and fluidly.

I'm a convert. I love Good Clean Love.

Fleshbotted

2008-06-17T16:52:00.000-06:00

The fabulous and seductive AAG has Fleshbotted me once again. Check it and her out!

Enticing

2008-06-17T16:50:00.000-06:00

I admit it, I am a lube nazi. I was introduced young to THE Lube. Nothing has ever been able to compare to it since then. However, Eros only covers my need for silicone based lube. And a girl needs more than just silicone lube. Think of all my lovely silicone toys I would have to neglect.

So I auditioned Entice by babeland.com. The rectangular glass bottle with an easy pump top had my expectations soaring, yet they were quickly dashed once I actually used the product.

As Guy #2 was beating me up from behind, my outer labia became a little dry, as they are want to do in the throughs of a rough pounding. I reached beside the Eros and handed him the bottle of Entice. He spread it over me, and it was sticky.

I do not enjoy sticky lubes. I don't care what compound they are; I do not want them to feel sticky or sugary or anything along those lines.

Even when I used it with the Curve dildo, the sticky texture was still distracting. When reaching into my collection of lubes, Entice would not be my first or even my second choice.

Curving

2008-06-16T17:26:00.002-06:00

Guy #2's penis is straight. It doesn't point left or right; it is straight. It arches up from its base towards his chest, but other than that, fabulously straight. And we all know how much I love and worship #2's penis completely.

However...

There is something to be said for something with a bit of curve to it.

I reviewed the Curve dildo for babeland.com. And let me tell you, I was instantly seduced by the shape. That sweet, pliable silicone flows into the most perfect curve.

As I pressed the tapered head into me, I felt that gentle arch pressing against my sensitive side. I nestled it deep into its place within me, and that curve found its spot. My g-spot. The swirl on the base of the dildo became the perfect handle. It was as if this dildo was made and molded for the slopes and angles of my body.

It hugged my shape to stimulate exactly how I wanted. As the head massaged my g-spot, the shaft rubbed along my anxious clit. The simultaneous attention had me gasping and clutching in an orgasm quickly.

While I continue to be infatuated and devoted to that straight cock with a pulse, the Curve has wiggled its way onto the top shelf of my toy chest.

MIA

2008-06-15T20:00:00.001-06:00

I'm sorry I have been missing lately.

This week, I'm in the process of moving into Guy #2's house. After being in the same place for three years and with trying to combine two completely independent lives, it's more tasking than I expected. I have a million things to do and zero time to do them in.

And I'll be moving into his house... wait, our house... alone. He's on the road, so I'm doing this by myself. And I hate experiencing this milestone for us by myself.

Then an unexpected twist has come up in our moving plans. Now we might be moving to Tennessee for Guy #2's job, which comes with an entire new and huge set of complications that I will have to explain later. But long story short, I'm being flown out by his bosses to be schoozed the last weekend of June.

Then a couple days later, we fly to Hawaii for Guy #2's birthday. Then a couple days later, we fly to Minnesota to see both our families.

So don't be too surprised if I'm missing for a few weeks. I will try to update and read when I can, and I will empty my post queues. Don't forget me, my dear readers, I promise I will be back!

Failed

2008-06-10T20:51:00.001-06:00

May 22nd, 2008

I was drunk and lost. My mind was stumbling somewhere between drunken depression and drunken mania, and I was reeling. So much was throbbing inside my head that I could barely register external stimuli. Touches on my skin, his words in my ears got mangled and deformed by the crashing waves of perception they streamed in on.

I wanted him; I wanted to fuck him. I knew that. Beyond that was a blur of my dilated mind as I crashed up then back down faster than I could perceive. As I crested a mood, I was acutely aware of how close the other tents were to us, how they were all practically lying down with us. My skin crawled at the suffocating proximity, their ears right there against our touch. Then the mood vanished from beneath me, and in the plummet, rejection flared up over him. He didn't touch me enough, didn't respond enough, didn't want enough. I was throwing myself at a corpse.

Neither was real, but that didn't matter. The fact that I knew I didn't care about people hearing us or that I knew he wanted me couldn't save me, couldn't even make an impression on me in my oscillating states. I could barely wrangle mood and perception, much less stored knowledge. That part of my mind was lost beneath the surging sea.

I remember flinching away from an imagined emotional wounding only to be giggling and giddy moments later. My fractured memories are further blurred by the alcohol. I remember stroking the length of his hard penis through his boxers then stopping abruptly at something he said, yet I don't recall his words. I remember kissing him and feeling nothing reciprocated from him. His kissed me lazily like he did when he wanted to go to sleep.

"You aren't kissing me back," I remember saying in a momentary flash of my angry depression.

I can only see his confusion in memory. In the twisted moment, his disorientation was only confirmation that he did not want to have sex with me then.

"I'm still bitter," I remember him saying moments later when mania had me at his lips again. "I thought I was doing what I was supposed to, and apparently I wasn't."

"I'm sorry." Instant remorse and deep depression. "But you were kissing me like you were when you want to go to sleep. I don't know. I'm sorry."

I pressed my chin to his chest as the hot tears sneaked out down my cheeks.

"Now you're crying." My tears made him angry; he hated when I cried.

"No I'm not."

"Now you're lying."

I didn't want to be crying. I didn't want to be making it worse. I didn't want to be crazy.

"Mmmmm, your tears are so sweet," he joked, quoting South Park.

Manic again, I leaned forward and spread my tear tracks onto his lips.

My insanity encircled us both, and there was no camping sex.

Like

2008-06-09T18:52:00.001-06:00

May 22nd, 2008

"I like sex with you," he whispered as my screams faded from his bedroom.

I repeated it back to him as I leaned panting on the crumpled comforters. His fingertips dug into my hips as he started pulling me back into him again. I threw my hair back and turned to catch him out of the corner of my eye. His body moved in rhythmic thrusts, pumping into me.

I felt the sensations swell inside me. They throbbed up my spine, tensing my muscles as they moved. I felt my back arch and bend, moving in twitches beyond my control.

"Oh yes, baby," I moaned. "Harder, harder."

He complied instantly. His thrusts gained speed and intensity. I felt him slamming so sweetly into me entirely. My screams became a blur until I collapsed again in front of him.

"I really like sex with you," he said again.

I mumbled my echo, and he eased me up into another rhythm. My body felt raw in sensation. My thighs quivered beneath me. I felt the screams bursting from my throat again; then he pulled out and pressed himself against me. His cum burnt my skin it was so hot as it splashed across my back and ass.

"I like sex with you," he panted one more time.

Pull

2008-06-08T20:34:00.002-06:00

I apologize that I haven't been visiting and reading your blogs lately. I've been busy and stressed and exhausted. I hope to get back to normal soon...

May 22nd, 2008

I pushed him onto his back and rolled on top of him. I pressed my lips to his as I eased my body between his legs. I felt his hands graze along my sides and my arms as I moved lower.

His erection greeted me. The long, brown shaft of skin stood firm up along his stomach. I took it in my hand in a full grip. His balls curled up the base of his penis, smaller and retreated. I put my mouth to his sack and licked slowly and gently. I could only find one round mass. It hunched in the center, lonely and missing his counterpart. I felt confused at the void.

I pulled the lone ball into my mouth, rolling it around my tongue, subtly searching for its partner with my lips. I felt nothing. It was hiding from me.

"One is hiding," I said.

"Yeah, it's a little chilly in here."

I laughed as I leaned back down. I pressed my face against his inner hip joint as I sought out the hiding testicle. Gently, I sucked and explored with the tip of my tongue until it finally revealed itself. I coaxed it out slowly with suction, and it found its place in my mouth.

With his balls finally out as they usually are, I moved up to his penis. He ran his hands over my shoulders and into my hair as I licked over his hard flesh. He tangled his fingertips in the strands of my hair and looked down at me with lazy eyes as I sucked him.

His

2008-06-04T19:07:00.000-06:00

May 19th, 2008

We were naked fast. I felt the bare head of his penis pressing at my opening. My lips were dry in our haste. But he knew my body too well. As I pressed my hips up hungrily at him, he resisted. He pushed into me in slow, shallow strokes, spreading my lubricant between us before plunging his length into me.

He held me so close as he fucked me. He wrapped both arms down around me and buried his face in my neck. His hot breath pressed against my skin as he moved into me. I clutched at his back, arched myself tighter up into him as my eyelids fluttered and I cried out loud. I let hints of the dirty words he loves so much fall into his ears.

He locked me in a kiss, pressing his lips against mine and pushing his tongue into my mouth, as he thrust hard into me. I moaned into his kiss. I was paralyzed in his embrace, restrained in the bondage of his flesh. I let myself go in blissful surrender to how he fucked me.

"Do you want something else?" I panted.

"No, I'm good here. Unless you want something else."

"No. I like when you pin me down."

"Me too. Mine," he said as he started to pump into me again.

"Yes, baby. I'm all yours," I moaned.

I belonged to him.

Words

2008-06-03T20:22:00.001-06:00

I'm finally back! I'm sorry I vanished. I just got too busy to even post I was busy. Here's hoping I'm better now... More sex!

May 17th, 2008

I held his penis at the base with a firm hand, wrapping my fingers around his girth. I brought his hardness up from where it rest on his belly to point it to my mouth. Leaning forward, I parted my lips and pushed him into my mouth, feeling his warm, soft skin glide along the inside of my lips and on top of my tongue. I moved down, guiding him back into my mouth, then pulled back, tensing my mouth and applying a sweet suction against his skin.

My body was at an awkward angle. His penis curved up parallel to his body while I approached it from the side. My strokes up and down fell adjacent to the angle of his penis. His head pressed along my cheek, teased at the line of my teeth. The subtle collision nagged at my concentration until I shifted my ass beside his body and lined myself up with his shape.

I felt his arm encircle my bare back as I sucked him in a calm rhythm, pulling him back into my mouth firmly and slowly. His hand caressed my skin, fingertips playing at the ends of my hair. He rubbed his hand over the contours of my spine. I loved the response; I loved when he touched me while I gave him head.

"I love you," he moaned quietly.

My heart pounded at the words and leaped up into my throat to pound against the tip of his penis. I wallowed in the way my chest swelled at hearing it, the way my head tingled. I pulled his penis from my mouth briefly.

"I love you too." And I went back to sucking.

Dirty

2008-05-26T20:24:00.000-06:00

May 10th, 2008

"I love you inside me," I moaned as his penetration still echoed through me. My body arched up into his as he continued to stretch me and plunge deeper.

"I love being inside you."

"It feels so good." My words were lined in my moans as I spoke our sex to him.

"Mmmmm."

He wrapped his arm around and below me, holding me up to him. I kept him close, opening my eyes to see his cheek, his shoulder so close to me.

"I love you bare inside me." The feeling of his bare skin moving inside me brought my nerves to their blissful edge. He was so much more vivid against me.

"Mmmm, I really like it too." His moans with his speech turned me on even more. I loved hearing his pleasure.

"You make me cum so good...Oh god!....yes, baby." I let the words flow from my lips uninhibited. I said what I felt, what I wanted to say, what I knew he wanted to hear.

My screams echoed off the walls and reverberated through the hotel room. He wrapped me up tighter each time I enjoyed him.

"I love fucking you," he breathed against my neck with his lips at my skin.

"I love you fucking me."

"You cum too good."

"You make me cum so good."

He kissed me sweetly as his hips continued to pump him into me. I was lost in our sex. With the words pouring out of my mouth, my mind had no opportunity to think or wander.

"I love you." His voice was low and quiet, heavy. My heart slammed against my chest, and my nerves flared. I felt myself clench around him.

"I love you too."

"Shhhh"

The sensations raged within me. My body thrashed and writhed uncontrollably in his embrace. All my nerves knew was his repeated, perfect penetration.

"Oh, it feels so good," I moaned. "Oh god, baby! Please. Please. Harder, please, harder! Baby..." I spoke with reckless abandon, letting the dirty phrases escape my lips without a thought.

He pulled from me and came hard on my stomach. A low grunt slipped from his mouth into my ear before he collapsed on top of me.

"Now that's the kind of sex that gets security called on you," he said.

Sticky

2008-05-22T16:55:00.000-06:00

May 9th, 2008

With his body on top of mine and him filling me so deep, I pressed my head up into his shoulder. His hand reached around and cradled my head, holding it tight into his flesh. His breathing was hot and sweet on my bristled neck as I moaned and groped desperately at him. I was flailing helplessly in my sensations. My body was awash of the feeling of him, overwhelmed by its intensity.

I screamed louder and louder into the hotel room as my body tensed against his. I dug my fingers into his back and pressed his shoulder even harder against my face. The smell of his skin filled my nose as my lips pressed hungrily against his flesh. I pushed into him as he fucked me harder. He pounded into me as I clung to his body.

Then I felt him disappear. He pulled out from me as I quivered and lay his hard penis along my stomach. I felt his warm orgasm begin to pour out over my skin. As the shaft of his penis pressed against my clit, I felt the flow of his cum through his skin. I wrapped my arms around him until his subtle jerks subsided.

He dropped himself on top of me, spreading and pressing his cum between us. We curled deeper still into each other, melting into the mattress.

"Morning, babe," I moaned.

"Morning."

As he slowly climbed up from me, his cum formed sticky strings between us, connecting us still. I laughed lazily.

Wake

2008-05-21T19:40:00.000-06:00

May 9th, 2008

I woke up to his body moving. I hadn't heard his phone alarm, but the sound of the sheets against his skin and the shift in the mattress roused me. Sleep still weighed heavily in my head as I glanced at him through squinted eyelids. I felt myself dosing and half asleep, always being lulled back to my unconscious, but I fought it. I held myself awake to wait for him. I wanted him to fuck me before work.

He climbed back into the rumpled bed beside me. I rolled over cooing to kiss him. My eyes remained too lazy to open and gauge the light. I let them lay lifelessly across my eyes, hoping my body would speak to my consciousness.

Yet my sleepy responses did not encourage him to do much. In my dreamy mind, I refused to initiate. Just this time, I needed him to begin our sex, to pursue me ever so slightly. I merely amplified my responses. I rolled my body subtlety to his touch, hoping to encourage more. I kissed him back each time he came close. I made him commence our sex with as much nonverbal response as I could press through my half conscious body.

"I guess I should brush my teeth," I finally said.

He had finally initiated enough, shown enough interest to appease me. I was ready to jump in and do my part.

When I returned to the bed, his hesitance was gone. He seemed to have thought I was still sleeping as he barely started us before. I never understood why he refused to wake me for sex, even when I asked him to and made it clear that it was ok if not preferred.

His kiss was finally hungry. We pressed our bodies tight together. I felt the firm shape of him through his boxers against my bare stomach. Slowly, his hand began to move down my body.

Twitch

2008-05-20T19:36:00.000-06:00

May 6th, 2008

I bent over in front of him with the shower raining down on us both. I kept watchful nerves on the temperature, waiting for the heat to begin to wane. He stepped forward to enter me. I felt him fumbling somewhere between where he should and should not be.

"Lower," I said.

He laughed. "You say it with such disdain."

Yet he followed my instruction and plunged into me correctly. He gripped my hips tightly as he pushed full into me. I could feel his fingers making indentations in my soft flesh. My body yielded to him, as it always did.

I put my hands on the seat and turned to look at him, catching just a hint of him and the water splashing down on him in my peripherals. I could not get a clear glimpse of his face or, what I wanted, his eyes. I dropped my head forward and let the water roll up my spine into my hair and onto my face, staring at my tattooed ankles as he made my body shake.

The sensation of him pumping inside me spread throughout me. All my nerves focused on that single penetration. I felt it tingle in my back, throb in my head, twitch in my limbs. My eyes fluttered open and closed, making the room a strobe of light and dark, as my moans filled the shower around us.

As he thrust into me, my body rocked. He kept pulling me back to him. The cyclical motion made my tits move in circles, slapping together in the center. The sound contested with that of the shower and my own moans. I could not help but watch the motion of my breasts, but I could not lift a hand to stop them. My legs had become weak between holding myself up in a pseudo-squat and the intense sensations draining them. I put my hands to the bottom of the tub to steady myself.

My screams grew louder; his thrusts grew faster, harder. I became a blur of moans and awkward tensing as I stared between my own legs. I watched his legs as they controlled his thrusts into me. My eyes closed as my body clenched. I screamed out loud and fell further into my fold, but I opened my eyes to see his left leg twitch in his orgasm. It tensed and sort of shook before settling beside the other again.

I couldn't help but smile as I climbed the tile and turned to fall into his kiss.

Bruises

2008-05-16T22:01:00.000-06:00

May 6th, 2008

I pinned myself against the side of the tub, pressing my feet into the armrests and struggling against slippage. The slick basin, his body pushing into mine, my own weight all pulled me downward.I put my elbows on the seat at the back and grabbed his forearms with my hands. My hands had to be touching him as he fucked me. I kept my precarious balance with him thrusting into me.

He knelt in front of me. His body pushed in the soft curves of my inner thighs, rubbed against my confined torso with every movement. I desperately wanted to wrap my arms around him, but it might kill me or at least injure us. But he kissed me as he fucked me. His face was always at mine. He kept his chest against me so that I could feel it against mine, his neck grazing my sensitive skin.

With each thrust, I felt the harsh material of the tub on my back. My spine, the soft tissue registered each slamming pressure and whined in forming bruises. I ignored them. I kept my mind trained on the way he felt so perfect moving inside me; I opened my eyes and locked his. The eye contact was strained with our faces so close. Everything was out of perspective, out of facial context, but I saw his eye, and that was all I needed. It excited me, watching him fuck me, watching him watch me.

The water beat against his back and cascaded over him onto me. I felt it splash my face and trickle down my legs. Our faces dripped onto each other as we kissed. I breathed in humidity and moaned out my pleasure against his mouth. We kept so close, so hungry for each other. I happily let him pound me until my back could take no more.

Finish

2008-05-14T17:40:00.000-06:00

May 6th, 2008

I lay back on the couch, quietly hinting at what I wanted. I had needed his fingers on my clit since he had started teasingly grazing against it an hour ago. He was torturing me as we watched his show, and want had become need.

He lay down with me, his body weight sweetly pressing into me. I felt his hard penis hinting between my legs, at my clit, but I craved only the touch of his fingertips in this moment. Something I rarely ached for.

We kissed slowly, deeply, and finally he rolled to his side and moved his fingers down my body. My clit nearly flinched when his fingertips found it. My nerves contracted and lit up. I felt the sensations radiate up from his touch through my body. I moaned as I wallowed in the feeling.

He continued to kiss me sweetly, rough as he rubbed me. My body rolled in waves to his touch, and I moaned into his open mouth. I groped at his body, touching his face, grabbing his back, tugging him tighter into me. When I opened my eyes, I only saw him watching me.

He built the sensations in me. With each roll of his fingers, he begged me closer to cumming. My body arched, and my moaned increased, but something stopped me. Something held me at my peak but wouldn't let me beyond. I retreated and let him start from my baseline again. My nerves were reverberating in the pleasure. I could feel my orgasm hinting in my entire body. I knew I was so close. Yet again, nothing. I could not get myself to the other side of that edge.

As I walked into the bathroom to remove my tampon and start the shower, I put my fingers in my mouth. I wet them with my own saliva and sat down. I put my fingers to the echoed impression of where his had been and rubbed furiously, frantically, harder than he would ever do to me. I rubbed through the burning of my arm and apathy of my body until I gasped and choked on my silent orgasm. My body felt sated, but my mind remained unsettled.

I pulled out my tampon, started the shower, and returned to the living room to get him.

BDSM Quiz

2008-05-13T19:00:00.006-06:00

Do you have an inclination for BDSM?
created with QuizFarm.com

You scored as Switch

(((Note: This quiz is not totally comprehensive because of the length such a quiz would be. I kept it sex-based because I felt that psychological profiles and motivations were too complicated and vary too greatly among people that practice BDSM.)))

You know what you want but it has nothing to do with your own role in the bedroom. You have the ability to be flexible in that area which can be useful for exploring you sexuality with your partner.

Switch

100%

Experimental

96%

Bondage

86%

Masochist

71%

Submissive

71%

Dominant

71%

Exhibitionist / Voyeur

71%

Sadist

54%

Vanilla

25%

Degradation Lover

11%

Surprisingly accurate! :) Real sex posts below...

Damned Shower

2008-05-13T17:12:00.000-06:00

May 4th, 2008

The shower worked against us.

Pinned against the side, my legs quivered and whined, and my back bruised at his thrusts. My body slowly inched down the side. I felt myself constantly slipping, and I could not manage to hold myself up firmly against the wet basin and our movements. That infectious slipping, falling feeling distracted me from him moving inside me, his lips at mine. Plus my lips kept dropping away from his.

Laying the down in the basin of the tub, the water rained down on us. It splattered from his shoulder into my eyes. The curve of the tub arched his back and kept his face out of my reach. I was pinned down below him, suffocating on his shoulder, as his knees began to ache from the hard surface below.

Standing with me bent over, I had to bent my knees and crouch down slightly to bring me to his penis level. As he gripped my hips and thrust into me, my legs began to whimper at the pose. The fronts of my calves burned; my thighs grew weak. I brought my hand down to stabilize myself and disperse the weight, and the water poured down my back into my face. I had to keep stopping to extend my legs before I could continue to hold myself up.

I just wanted to fuck. I just wanted to focus on the feeling of him inside, on, and around me. I found myself begging for his orgasm in my head. I just wanted him to cum so we could give up. I had gleaned the enjoyment I could out of our shower; now it only hurt. I needed his. Silently, I hated my uterus for expelling blood just now and confining us to this damned, uncomfortable shower.

Intense

2008-05-12T18:52:00.000-06:00

May 2nd, 2008

My body was still and shaky from being fucked so hard. I slid heavily down the curve of the Cupid's Couch to the end. He walked around and stood below me, looking down at me.

"Do you need me to move up? Down?" I asked, shifting myself on the inflated surface.

"No, I think this might be perfect."

He stepped forward and struggled his way into me. With each movement, the couch bubbled somewhere else in compensation. When he leaned forward to penetrate me, the couch lifted me out of reach. We giggled into each other faces as we both looked down and slowly found the balance to each other. The couch was awkward but, once we found our place, indeed perfect.

I lay back, cradled by the shape of the couch. He spread his body heavily on top of mine and brought his lips to my kiss as he plunged deep inside me and started to move. His thrusts began slow and rhythmic, as they always did, before building in speed and intensity. I moaned into our tangled mouths, periodically breaking the kiss to push my sounds into his face, into his ear. He clutched my sides, and I wrapped my arms around him to hold his body tightly to mine.

"I love you," I breathed.

"I love you too."

He moved back, shifting us at a different angle, and I moved with him. I rolled up to keep my face at his, to keep us so connected. He thrust harder and faster into me, and my moans began more desperate and ragged. I begged him on with my sounds. My screams taunted him to fuck me more violently.

We pressed our foreheads together. I opened my eyes to glimpse his staring back at me then looking down at our throbbing bodies. Our hot breath got trapped between us as he pounded me harder still. I gasped and tensed as the sensations of him inside me grew more vivid still. The intensity between us washed over me, and I felt his body join mine in the subtle twitches and tenses before he collapsed on top of my flesh.

"That was hot," I panted.

"Yeah it was. Just dirty. Going at it like a couple of teenagers."

Shatter

2008-05-11T18:52:00.004-06:00

May 2nd, 2008

His tongue rolling over my swollen clit had my body moving in waves. My nerves were anxious for him, and my body craved him in a way it only could when he had been gone so long. Every touch was heightened.

I felt his hands wrapped below me, cradling my ass and lifted my hips into his mouth. I felt the fabric of the cushion squeezed between my fingers as I groped at the couch. And more than anything, I felt his sweet, warm tongue moving rhythmically across my twitching nerves.

As always, his tongue strayed to the center of my parted lips. My trigger, my most sensitive spot whined at the edge of his caress. I tilted and shifted my hips and lightly touched his head to guide him to it. My body ignited when his mouth moved over that tiny spot. The nerves in that patch burned brilliantly, sending heat up my entire body. I moaned; I writhed; I screamed.

My sounds faded to muffled coos as he slowed his lick to a gentle touch. He looked up at me with a wet smile before plunging back into me. His tongue moved flat, wide, and hard against my skin. I knew what I needed to push me over the edge, what I always needed. I wondered why I still even had to ask for it.

"Can I have fingers please?" I begged.

"So demanding."

"Yep!"

He slid his fingers into his mouth them plunged them hard into me. He fingered me deep and rough immediately, and my body reacted fiercely. I could feel my orgasm building in my flesh between his fingers and his wriggling tongue. The edging of the sensations had me panting and thrashing on the cushions above him. My hips instinctively and uncontrollably moved in short, desperate thrusts; fucking his hand, fucking his face.

My muscles tightened and held me rigid as the orgasm peaked deep within me. It held me there, clutching me tight as my moans halted into a strained silence. Then the blissful, excruciated instance shattered in a burst. A scream broke out of my mouth, and the sensations poured over my body. He licked me hard and constant through my bucking hips and jerking moans until I melted on the couch below him.

Deviation

2008-05-08T20:40:00.001-06:00

I'm going to try something new with my sex posts. While I love documenting every fragment of my memory of my sexual misadventures, the process of doing so is getting both exhausting and tedious. Straining to absorb every word and movement and feeling is taking away from my actual experience. Jotting down then transcribing the full length event is taking time I don't have. Plus my fear that it is boring continues to grow. I am having sex with the same person; we say the same things to each other; we do the same things during sex. While that may cause an emotional and physical reaction in me every time, I imagine it has to get pretty damn tedious for you, my dear readers. So, to save both our interests, I'm going to deviate from my normal style and try something new. More focused glimpses rather than full narration. And if it's not enough to satisfy me or you, I can always regress back. Please stay tuned...

His Celebration

2008-05-07T19:13:00.004-06:00

I opened the door to Guy #2's house and our little celebration of my birthday.

In the center of his living room, a huge, purple inflated form consumed the carpet. The rubber shape rolled and dipped in its stationary shape, half concealed by a white spa robe. The rest of my presents were tucked in a box besides what I would later experience as a fabulous sex couch.

#2 was already in the kitchen, cooking me a three course dinner. He placed a plate of small pieces of sourdough bread in front of me as the cheese fondue finished cooking. When it was bubbly and delicious, he brought it out to me. My first fondue.

As I dipped the triangles of bread into the twitching yellow liquid, he boiled the king crab legs and grilled the beef tenderloin steak. The main course was just as tasty as the first as we dunked the red meat into our own heated ramicans of lemon butter and tossed the empty legs into a silver bowl.

Following some necessary digestion, the heated cheese and lemon butter were replaced by heated chocolate fondue. We dipped blueberries (my favorite fruit) and strawberries into the liquid chocolate. It was delicious; it was perfect.

He truly makes me so happy. Too good to me.

HNT: Eye

2008-04-30T19:50:00.001-06:00

Yes, this is my eye. Cropped from a photograph taken by a professional. I would love to show you the full shots, but such is anonymity...

His/Hers Sex Talk Meme

2008-04-29T19:36:00.002-06:00

You all remember my Sex Talk Meme of just a couple days ago. Well, I had Guy #2 go through and answer too. Mostly, he answered what he thought I would answer. I think he did shockingly well. He's green; I'm red. Enjoy!

1. Sex in the Morning or Sex at Night?

Both

Whenever! Both, please. Morning sex is hazy on waking nerves; all that exists in the sex spliced against leftover dreams. Night sex is vivid and clear, the orgasms to lull you to sleep.

2. Better Sex Music - Sade or Marvin Gaye?

Marvin Gaye

3. Naughty Pics or Naughty Home Videos?

Both

I'm down for either really. I prefer pictures, the frozen moment of sex, but I have yet to make the home movies, so we'll see if my opinion changes.

4. Fabulous Sex With: Dr. Doug Ross or Dr. Greg House?

House

Ummm, Doug Ross isn't George Clooney on ER is he? I have no idea. But I would say House. Harsh sarcasm and wit gets me every time.

5. Vibrator or Dildo?

10 speed

Oh how I love both! And have so many of both. But when it comes down too it, vibrator. For sure. So much easier.

6. Bedroom Sex: Lights Off or Lights On?

Both

Lights on. I love my eye contact. However, I do enjoy lights off too so that I can wallow in what I'm feeling with no visual distraction.

7. Word Preference: Pussy or Cunt?

Cunt

Depends on when I'm using them...

8. Spanking Over the Knee or Spanking Only During Sex?

Sure

No real spanking in my sex life... I guess during sex?

9. More Exciting: Sex in an Elevator or Sex in an Aeroplane?

Both on the list

Easier to get caught in an elevator, no escape on a plane. I would say equally exciting. Both are on my list.

10. Ron Jeremy or Peter North?

Neither

I'll go neither.

11. Word Preference? Cock or dick?

Dick

Again, depends on when I'm using them.

12. Linda Lovelace or Jenna Jameson?

Jenna J

Um, yeah, don't care.

13. Rope Bondage or Bondage Tape?

Yes

Give me one; give me all!

14. Give Rim Job or Receive Anal Sex?

ANAL!!!!

Neither

15. Get Rich Stripping in a Skanky Bar or Get Rich as a Call Girl for Celebs?

Stripping

Hmmmm, can I alternate doing both?

16. Which Threesome - Boy/Girl/Girl or Boy/Boy/Girl?

GGB

I don't believe in threesomes. I don't share. But I would say boy/girl/girl. There's no way I would want to be the pig on a spit in the middle of two competitive males pumped full of sexual testosterone.

17. Flavoured Oil or Tingling Oil?

Tingling

All of the above

18. Pearl Necklace or Swallow?

Swallow

I'm down for both, but I like to swallow more. I would rather taste it than feel it.

19. Sex While Strangers Watch or Sex With a Stranger?

Stranger Watching

It used to be sex with strangers; now, it's all about finding the right stranger to watch!

20. Tied to the Bed or to a St Andrew’s Cross?

Bed

Tie me to the bed. I like to be comfortable in my bondage.

Barriers

2008-04-28T21:30:00.000-06:00

Condoms have become scarcer and scarcer for me and Guy #2. We tried it once, and in that, we have created a monster. Simultaneously, I love it, and it scares the shit out of me.

After a few youthfully ignorant unprotected transactions when I started having sex, I became a condom nazi. Pretty much directly following my miscarriage. I have also been on birth control since my 18th birthday, when I could go get it without involving my parents. My paranoia had me use both condoms and birth control every single time I had sex without fail, until #2 and decided to take that step.

My religious use of condoms did not save me though. I managed to get one of the STDs condoms does not prevent, HPV complete with the warts. Then I had a horrid reaction to the medication, which was the worst physical pain I have ever experienced and nearly killed me (due to the desire for suicide).

I'm not scared about STDs with #2. We've been monogamous for two or three years and have both had our tests. I've probably been tested five or six times for everything in those three years. Clean every time since my body kicked the HPV.

What I fear with our unprotected sex is pregnancy. I know it is an irrational fear. Not only am I on birth control and have been for seven years, he always pulls out. This makes a slim chance of me getting pregnant, yet the fear still thrives within me. An old, leftover fear. But I cannot shake it, so every time we have unprotected sex, some part of my mind has me convinced my period will not come.

Ridiculous, I know.

I love him bare inside me. I love the feeling of his skin inside me rather than a condom. I really do, but somehow, in my mind, I'm not ready to take that chance every time just yet.

Sex Talk Meme

2008-04-27T19:50:00.000-06:00

I've been been tagged by Sea Rabbit. I give you the Sex Talk meme.

The Rules:
1. You must include this link, Sex Talk - Sex Advice for Men
2. You must answer every question! If you don’t have a good answer, you are strongly encouraged to make up something good; we like to be entertained.
3. You must tag three people.

1. Sex in the Morning or Sex at Night?
Whenever! Both, please. Morning sex is hazy on waking nerves; all that exists in the sex spliced against leftover dreams. Night sex is vivid and clear, the orgasms to lull you to sleep.

2. Better Sex Music - Sade or Marvin Gaye?
Marvin Gaye

3. Naughty Pics or Naughty Home Videos?
I'm down for either really. I prefer pictures, the frozen moment of sex, but I have yet to make the home movies, so we'll see if my opinion changes.

4. Fabulous Sex With: Dr. Doug Ross or Dr. Greg House?
Ummm, Doug Ross isn't George Clooney on ER is he? I have no idea. But I would say House. Harsh sarcasm and wit gets me every time.

5. Vibrator or Dildo?
Oh how I love both! And have so many of both. But when it comes down too it, vibrator. For sure. So much easier.

6. Bedroom Sex: Lights Off or Lights On?
Lights on. I love my eye contact. However, I do enjoy lights off too so that I can wallow in what I'm feeling with no visual distraction.

7. Word Preference: Pussy or Cunt?
Depends on when I'm using them...

8. Spanking Over the Knee or Spanking Only During Sex?
No real spanking in my sex life... I guess during sex?

9. More Exciting: Sex in an Elevator or Sex in an Aeroplane?
Easier to get caught in an elevator, no escape on a plane. I would say equally exciting. Both are on my list.

10. Ron Jeremy or Peter North?
I'll go neither.

11. Word Preference? Cock or dick?
Again, depends on when I'm using them.

12. Linda Lovelace or Jenna Jameson?
Um, yeah, don't care.

13. Rope Bondage or Bondage Tape?
Give me one; give me all!

14. Give Rim Job or Receive Anal Sex?
Neither (at the moment...)

15. Get Rich Stripping in a Skanky Bar or Get Rich as a Call Girl for Celebs?
Hmmmm, can I alternate doing both?

16. Which Threesome - Boy/Girl/Girl or Boy/Boy/Girl?
I don't believe in threesomes. I don't share. But I would say boy/girl/girl. There's no way I would want to be the pig on a spit in the middle of two competitive males pumped full of sexual testosterone.

17. Flavoured Oil or Tingling Oil?
All of the above

18. Pearl Necklace or Swallow?
I'm down for both, but I like to swallow more. I would rather taste it than feel it.

19. Sex While Strangers Watch or Sex With a Stranger?
It used to be sex with strangers; now, it's all about finding the right stranger to watch!

20. Tied to the Bed or to a St Andrew’s Cross?
Tie me to the bed. I like to be comfortable in my bondage.

So I guess I have to tag some people. Feel free to ignore me. I pick:

Springtime Snowbunny
Wendy
Phil

HNT: Corset Marks

2008-04-23T19:00:00.000-06:00

Pre-Sex

2008-04-22T19:22:00.000-06:00

Honestly, I get turned on long before sex, long before the foreplay leading to sex. For me, it all starts with the pre-sex, with me getting ready hours before I will see him or possibly have sex.

The sex starts for me when I am showering, shaving, lotioning. I think about him touching the skin I'm making smooth. I think about him breathing in the scent I'm spraying on myself.

This pre-sex is amplified when I do something special, like dress up as Princess Leia or something similar. It starts the sex early, drags it out, brings my senses completely to their edge by the time his hands are on me. By the time I finally see him and we get the sex, I've been there for hours.

The Club Scene

2008-04-21T19:30:00.000-06:00

I recently went to a club for the first time in a long time and the first time since I have lost weight. I have to say, it was more aggressive than I recall. There was one certain...behavior that I just do not get.

On more than one occasion on the dance floor, a guy just moved up and put his dick on me. No "hey, what's up." No hand on the hip. Just the feeling of a dick through pants on my hip. I did not even know a person was behind me until I was touched by dick.

Now, I am very sensitive about touch. I've very tactile; my skin is very sensitive, but I do not like to be touched by strangers. Or even people I don't like. It is inconceivable to me to touch someone that boldly without a single fucking word.

I mean I understand the motivations on both sides of this behavior. For the guy, a hard dick on the hip is an advertisement of what he has to offer, a base show of sexual interest. For the girl, the arousal could be seen as a compliment, the most basic evidence of him finding her sexually attractive. I get it, but I still find it ridiculous.

And from working Live Chat, I know that those dicks might not necessarily be a real dick. I had guys come on to ask me for prosthetics to make it seem like they were hard when dancing with girls. Not only did I have unsolicited dick on me, I may have had unsolicited false dick on me.

It was just annoying to me. After so many guys just groping me or pressing their potentially real or fake penis on me, when a guy actually used words to hit on me, I was so ecstatic that I was willing to entertain him.

His Wet Dream

2008-04-20T17:50:00.000-06:00

Guy #2 told me about a dream he had. He said he was sleeping and rolled over to my side of his bed. He said it smelled like me, and his mind must have went with it because he woke up covered in cum.

I found the idea fucking hot. Just like he found the idea of me waking up fucking my bed when I was dreaming about him.

Difficult Sex

2008-04-17T19:59:00.000-06:00

This last trip, Guy #2 was home for nearly three weeks, only being gone for training for a couple days. But those weeks were the most difficult sex we've ever had. I don't know what was going on, but the whole world was against us having sex. It ended up becoming almost a chore to make it work.

I was sick. Then he was sore. Then we were too drunk. Then something came up. Then something else happened. It was fucking infuriating. And it's never happened to this degree to us before.

I hope it never happens again.

I cannot describe how frustrating it was to both want to fuck each other but it just to not work out every time for weeks. It was killing me.

Towards the end, when his dishwasher prevented us from having goodbye shower sex before I took him to the airport, we kind of just embraced it. We figured it was just not meant to be that trip, and we would start over the next time he came home.

HNT: Peek a Boo

2008-04-16T19:13:00.001-06:00

A glimpse of the naughty nurse costume... Ok, so it totally looks like I have an upside down penis here. But if the skin tone didn't make it clear, I assure you this is not my penis; it is his. hehe

Naughty Nurse

2008-04-14T16:45:00.000-06:00

April 5th, 2007

Guy #2 and I woke up lazily and rolled into each other, as always. He wrapped his arms around me as I cuddled into his chest. We kissed at each other's lips with sleep continuing to lick at our brains. Once I found full consciousness, I pulled myself from his bed to put on his next surprise.

In the bathroom, I zipped the PVC costume around my body. The green corset with small white crosses, the short skirt with a small apron, the little nurse's hat, white thigh highs. The PVC hugged my curves tightly and made slight noises as I walked back to the bedroom.

"Hehe, I like it," he said as I stood beside the bed.

He knelt up on the wobbly mattress and reached his arms around me. I bent down to kiss him as he held my body to his. I took a step back and did a little turn for him so he could fully appreciate the costume and the corset lacing over my bare back.

I pushed him back and climbed into his lap. He reached for the camera beside him and snapped pictures of me as his naughty nurse. I lay on top of him and kissing him, pushing my knee between his legs and spreading them. I placed my other leg between his and dragged myself down along his chest.

I smiled up at him as I ran my tongue slowly over his balls. I sucked each ball slowly, gently. I found the perfect pressure to make his eyes flutter closed and his body roll pleasantly below my touch. I watched the expression on his face as I sucked him.

I put my hand to his shaft and licked him all over. I ran my tongue from his base up to his head on all sides. Then I ran the tip of my tongue in and along his ridge. He placed his hand on top of my hand at his hip. He looked down at me then rolled his eyes shut. I sucked him slow and hard.

"I'm just trying to resist fucking your head right now," he said.

I smiled and continued to suck him hard. I held him tightly and pulled him hard back into my mouth. I bobbed my head until my damaged neck began to whine. Then I climbed up to him.

"My neck can't take anymore," I said.

"That's fine, babe. It lasted longer than I expected."

He reached up and shook the headboard. I moved up and straddled his face, gripping the edge of the headboard.

"Don't stay down there too long since I'm pretty close to starting," I said.

"Ok, babe."

"Just being careful." I had no desire to bleed on his face.

He wrapped his arms around my legs and gripped my hips as he plunged his face into me. I pressed my skirt down to see the top of his face. I reached for the camera and, using the mirror on the headboard, took pictures of him eating me.

Fast, I was leaning back, arching my back, and crying out. He pushed his hands into my back to keep me from falling backward. I clung to the headboard until I was panting. Then I eased back down and lay next to him.

He rolled me onto my back and moved between my legs. I reached up and unzipped my corset halfway. He moved the PVC aside to suck at my nipples. I held the camera out and snapped another picture.

He kissed me deeply then reached up for a condom. He rolled it on then lay on my chest, pretending to sleep. I bucked my body up against his, and he laughed as he moved forward. He pushed deep into me. I reached up and unzipped the corset fully and opened it.

We entwined within each other. Our limbs wrapped around and held each other. We clutched so close. He kissed me hard and completely as he fucked me. He stole all my breath until I had to break away to scream out and thrash against him.

"My nose is plugged, so I'm having trouble breathing when we're kissing," he said.

"But you're the one who kisses me."

"I know."

He kissed me again. He brought his arms up over mine, pinning me more against my sides down below his shoulders.

"I got you pinned down good," he said.

As his body moved into mine, I pulled him harder into me. I pressed my hands into his back and guided him for harder, harder. My body tensed; my eyelids fluttered; I screamed out loud into his ear as I clenched.

"I almost came with you there," he breathed.

"You can join me whenever you want."

He clutched me even tighter as he started to pound me again. Suffocating in his flesh, breathing in his skin, I tugged him harder and harder into me. The sensations overtook my mind, flooded over my world. I felt only our sex. I was blinded by it and screamed so loud. My body writhed. I was not sure if he had joined me until he said,

"Thank you, babe."

"Mmmm, thank you."

My body continued to jerk. I panted, desperately trying to catch my breath. The pleasure kept pounding me in waves until I melted below him. When I sat up, he saw the corset marks on my back and snapped one more picture.

Marking Seven Years of Sex

2008-04-13T11:26:00.001-06:00

April 1st, 2008

As always, Guy #2 and I wrestled on the couch. We pushed and shoved and tickled and fought against each other, all with kissing spliced throughout.

My phone kept crying out with text messages as I coordinated a friends birthday for the next night. As I sat in his lap texting, he watched Blades of Glory around me.

Finally, I set my phone aside and focused on his kiss. He tickled at my hips as I reached down between my legs and unbuckled his pants. I unzipped his pants and wiggled my finger down to stroke his penis. He reciprocated by unzipping mine. I tugged his shirt over his head. He stripped off my shirt and yanked me forward to unclasp my bar.

I slipped slowly off his lap and sat beside him. I pulled at his shorts until he lifted his hips and I could get them off. I took his penis in my hand and pointed it towards my face. I leaned forward and lightly ran the tip of my tongue back and forth across the hole at his tip.

"I thought your neck hurt," he said.

"It does."

"Then what are you doing?"

"Just licking a little."

We stopped to watch one scene of Blades of Glory. His penis died in my hand.

"Male figure skaters just don't do it for me, babe," he said.

"That's a good thing."

Yet his penis remained reluctant to wake back up after we turned away from the movie. I looked down at its shriveled form as I stroked him to no effect. He turned my head up to his.

"Looking not help?" I asked.

"It doesn't hinder, but it doesn't help."

I climbed up onto his lap and kissed him, hoping my body could encourage him better. I rolled my hips on him as I kissed him. But when I sat up and looked down, he remained soft. I ran my finger along him.

"He just doesn't want to stay awake lately," I said.

"Male figure skaters just don't do it for me, babe."

"No, I mean in general lately."

"Oh."

"Is it something I'm doing?"

"No."

"Because I don't think that's due to not using condoms."

"Nope."

I sat back down beside him and returned to stroking him as I kissed him. Finally, I felt him swell back up in my hand.

"There we go," I said.

He pushed me onto my back and teased me as always, barely putting his mouth to me. Then gradually, he finally put full pressure on my nerves. I let him lick me into a frenzy.

"Can I have fingers, please?" I asked. "I know I'm demanding."

He plunged one finger into me and fucked me hard with it. As his tongue wriggled against my clit, I felt my orgasm rising. It swelled from deep against my spine to the surface where he touched me so perfectly. I concentrated on each sensation; I focused on how good it felt.

I came hard. My screams blotted out my other sensations. I hazily felt my muscles clenching down on him, fulling his hand deeper into me.

"Thank you, baby," I cooed. "You almost lost your hand on that one."

"Yeah I did."

"I want to give you head, but my neck hurts."

"That's ok, babe. Sometimes I can't give you head. You're getting old."

"Let's go." I took his hand and started leading him to the bedroom.

"You're ridiculous."

I turned the comforter down on my bed and grabbed the lube from my toy chest. I handed him the bottle to lube up as I lay flat on my back and let my head fall over the edge. The pressure on my neck hurt, but I strove to ignore it.

He stepped forward, and his penis pointed intimidatingly at me. I wasn't into it, and I knew it. The pain distracted me too much. I reached out and guided him forward by his hips. He penetrated my mouth, but my throat protested. It was too tight and only made my neck tense more. I managed a couple pumps before it was too much. Pointless.

"It hurts too much," I said.

"Ok, babe."

I walked back to my toy chest to retrieve a condom. I grabbed one and tossed it at him. It spiraled to him. He caught it and threw it back. It disappeared behind the headboard. I gave him the look then heaved a second one at him.

We moved to the kitchen table. We had not graced my humble table since before my diet. I sat on the edge, and it remained unmoved.

"I don't tip the table anymore," I said.

"That's a good thing, right?"

"Yes."

I placed a foot on each table and perched myself on the edge of the table for him. He fumbled but found his way into me. His arms wrapped around me as his pelvis met mine. I put one arm around his shoulders and the other behind me to prop myself up against his thrusts.

He leaned in to kiss me as he fucked me, but his head bobbed with his motion. His face waxing and waning in time in my peripherals had me giggling uncontrollably. I tilted my hips down against him and kept throwing him off balance. He flailed slightly, and grabbed onto me. We laughed again.

"What happened to us?" he asked. "I remember us being more coordinated as this."

"Me too. I don't know."

I leaned back on my arms and watched him fuck me. He stared into my eyes, but he kept leaning forward. When we made eye contact over distance during sex, he always needed to kiss me. I loved his craving for closeness that reflected my own.

"I love you," I said.

"I love you too, babe."

I started shifting and adjusting, moving the crease of the edge of the table to different spots on my ass. I wanted to watch him cum like I used to in this position.

"I like sex with you," he said as he wrapped me up in his arms.

"I like sex with you."

We finally moved. My ass was bright red as I bent over the chase of my couch. He ran his hands over my back as he plunged into me. His fingers traced and tickled both the tattoo and the sensitive spot near it on my back as he fucked me. My nerves lit up, and I screamed out hard.

"I really like sex with you," he said.

"I really like sex with you."

As the credit to Blades of Glory rolled, he giggled behind me at the final scene.

"Babe," I said.

"What?"

"Focus, please." I laughed.

He brought his attention back to me and clutched my hips as he pounded me. I buried my face in the cushion and clawed at the edges. My body writhed to his rhythm. As my screams died out, he finally came in the echoes.

"Thank you, babe," he said against my back immediately.

"Thank you."

We collapsed to the floor together, a tangle of limbs that had been entwining for seven years exactly.

The Smell of Sex?

2008-04-11T18:04:00.003-06:00

Working on Live Chat for a sex toy website, I was frequently asked about human pheromones. People are constantly looking for that extra sexual edge. They asked me about the perfumes, the lotions, the bubble baths, all claiming to contain pheromones.

However, I even remember pheromones for men products from back when I used to attend home sex parties, before my sexual knowledge surpassed that of the hosts. I bought my first pheromone product from my first home sex party, sexual attractant cologne.

Unlike most products that claim to enhance sexuality, be it penis pumps for size and performance or what have you, pheromones for women products have worked in my experience, not to mention the experiences of others I know. The bartenders and waitresses I know sport pheromone cologne when they're working and all claim to make higher tips when they do.

I have noticed more interest from men (and even women) when I'm out and wearing my pheromone cologne. My partner even seems closer, more hungry for me. My favorite, and the most effective version I own, is a body dew infused with pheromones. It moisturizes my skin in place of lotion, makes me smell sweet and apparently sexual, and even brightens my tattoos.

There is some degree of a placebo effect at work here though. I put on the pheromone cologne when I'm feeling more sexual, when I want to elicit more sexual reaction. Putting it on myself makes me feel more sexual. I'm sure that these mental effects radiate out in my demeanor and can make me more attractive in themselves. Yet I do still think the pheromones have a marked effect.

The sexual attractant cologne I have smells different on each person, making it more unique than any perfume I could buy. While I may smell fruity and sweet, the girl next to me might have a more musky scent. It brings out your individual sexual smell rather than covering your scent with a manufactured one.

I checked out human pheromones at the Pheromones Institute. They offer a highly concentrated version of sex pheromones specially formulated for seeking men and seeking women, allowing the choice to be based on sexual preference rather than gender. While the site sounds very reminiscent of an infomercial, the one year guarantee makes a product I already trust even more tempting.

HNT: Lick

2008-04-09T19:01:00.000-06:00

I apologize that I had to cut a lot of the picture. The eyes were intense. Damn the anonymity. :)

Bare Explosion

2008-04-08T19:30:00.000-06:00

March 30th, 2008

I crawled gently back into bed. Guy #2 was waking up, wallowing in his fading sleep. I moved my head to his pillow as we talked. He automatically lifted his arm to let me in. I curled into his chest as we kissed lightly.

With the mess of blanket bunched between us, I could not gauge if he was hard or not. I reached down along his body and felt him very hard. I pulled the blanket from between us to be able to stroke that hardness.

"Go pee for me," he said.

"I can't. I don't have a penis."

"Mea."

He rolled out of bed and went to the bathroom. I heard him brushing his teeth before he climbed back in with me. He lay back beside me and pulled me into his chest. I reached down and stroked him again then peeled off his boxers. I looked down and watched myself touch him; then I turned my face up to kiss him.

I moved my ass up near his shoulder and lay down his body. I brought his penis to my licks and gently licked the ridge under his head. As I pushed him back into my mouth, his hand played at my ass. He caressed over my back, and his other hand lightly petted my hair.

I sucked him soft and slow then hard and still slow, wrapping my hands around his balls. I flipped my hair and turned to kiss him.

"Whew! That's good," he panted.

I returned to his penis. I sucked him hard then harder. I held his penis up into my mouth and sucked his head with all my mouth and ability. Then I stopped and sat up next to him.

He guided me down to him. I lay down with him and kissed him, pushing my tongue into his mouth so he could taste the fellatio. He pushed me back then moved between my legs.

"Wait," I said as I stopped him. He looked at me confused. "I'm going to take a page out of your book and let you know. I have a red spot right here." I pointed to where I had ripped a small piece of my skin. "It's nothing, but it's red, and I thought you should know."

He raised an eyebrow at me then smiled and moved back between my legs. He licked me painfully light, and I whimpered.

"No whining while I'm giving you head," he said.

"But you're such a tease."

He barely touched me with his tongue. I kept lifting my hips up to meet his mouth, and he kept pulling his mouth further away. It was torturous. His light touch produced a tickle on my nerves that only begged more. He licked me light and slow, waking my ravenous sensations. I cooed and wallowed in it.

He licked me harder and faster, moving his tongue firmly over me. His head bobbed between my legs. I shifted my hips for him to hit that explicitly sensitive little spot on the right side of my clit. I moaned in waves as my back arched and tightened.

He plunged back into me with a furious tongue. I rolled my hips into his mouth. I couldn't help but fuck his face.

"Can I have fingers, please?" I moaned.

"So demanding."

"I already finished; you didn't have to keep going."

"So demanding."

I felt the puddle grow and spread beneath me. He climbed up my body soaked. I reached out and wiped his chin.

"I want you inside me," I breathed into the side of his face.

"I want to be inside you."

I grabbed his hip and guided his pelvis into me until I felt him pushing inside me. I moaned at the feeling of his bare skin on mine. He locked me tightly into a kiss as he fucked me tight, hard.

"I'm the bad one today," I said.

"Why?"

"No condom."

"Yep."

"I feel that's why you aren't cumming without a condom anymore."

"I think you might be on to something."

He pushed into me as he clutched me to him. I flexed the length of my body up into his moving form. I wrapped myself tightly around him.

"Harder," I begged. "Harder."

He thrust hard and firm into me. I screamed desperately with each one, so wet that I was like a Slip and Slide.

"Do you want me on top?" I asked.

He pushed in and out of me. He pulled out and plunged back into me. He lingered with his head just inside me. Then he finally flipped onto his back. I climbed atop him and settled down. I felt minor pressure on my bladder as I assessed the sensations. He pushed his hips up into me.

"You're not helping," I said.

I lay down on top of him, draping our hair over our two heads. In the dark, I kissed at his lips as I started to ride him. We pressed our forehead together. Then I found his kiss, and he drank deep into my moans. I clutched the back of his neck as I moaned and screamed into his face.

I sat up to break the heat between us. I fanned myself off with my hands then turned them and fanned off him. I rode him gently as we chatted randomly.

"I'm going to turn around," I said.

I moved slowly in quarter turns until I faced his feet. I situated myself and wrapped my fingers around his ankles. He moved the second pillow behind his head.

"Ah yes," he said.

"Good?"

"Yes."

"You sure like the ass."

"Can you blame me? I mean look at it."

"Thank you, baby."

I rode him, rolling my body from my shoulders down in my hips on top of him. I watched the reflection of my pale body undulate in the reflection of the dormant TV screen.

"I really like sex with you," he said.

"I really like sex with you."

I licked my fingers and brought them down to my clit. My pace in flicking my hips increased as the sensations rose from my fingertips up into my body. They stretched sharply up my moving and sweating flesh. Pouring dirty thoughts over my mind did not bring me an instant orgasm like the last time, yet my orgasm snuck up on me just the same. It thrashed through my body with intensity as my body echoed it down my spine and onto him.

I turned around and let him lick my fingers clean.

"Do you want something else?" I asked.

"Sure."

"What do you want?"

"To do you."

"How do you want to do me?"

"How about sides?"

"Sure. Which one?"

"You pick."

"I picked last time."

"No. You pick."

"Ok, laying since we did sitting last time."

I rolled off of him and lay beside him. He scooted behind me, matching his body to my swiveling shape. He propped his head up on one arm and grabbed my hip with the other hand. He glided deep into me sweetly.

"I love you," I said.

"I love you too... chair."

He brushed his face against my back, again igniting that blissfully sensitive spot nestled between my shoulders and under my tattoo. He got me screaming and writhing instantly.

"I like sex with you a lot," he said.

"I like sex with you a lot."

I turned and kissed him. He kept grazing, breathing on, kissing, exploiting that sensitive patch of my flesh. Goosebumps spread over the right side of my body. He ran his fingers over them.

"Why you coming so fast, babe?" he asked

"That spot. I told you, my forearms and between my shoulders. Do you want me to turn over?"

"No. I think I can finish here."

He kept going, writhing so perfectly on his sheets. Time drained away, shoving us closer to when we needed to leave.

"You sure you don't want me to turn over?" I asked.

"I'm good here, but if we're in a time crunch, we should go to the tried and true."

I turned over, and he moved behind me. He pulled my hair back as he fucked me hard. I moaned hard and screamed until my clenched to the point of squeezing him out. He released my hair and leaned forward into the pillow. I moaned into the sheets as my back arched.

"Harder," I moaned. "Harder."

His fingers dug deeper into my hips. He pulled me hard back into him as he collided into my body. I felt his entire length slamming into me. I screamed so hard my body shook. I felt him fumble out of me. I immediately spread my legs wider and dropped below his penis.

He exploded over my back. His hot cum shot everywhere. I felt it splatter on my ass, my hips, my back, my shoulders. I heard it drop over the sheets beside me. I turned to see, and I got hit in the face, droplets on my cheek. He jerked until he was drained.

He laughed as he climbed up and lay against me. He kissed me and nearly tasted his own flavor in the process.

Twisting Legs (part 2)

2008-04-07T17:18:00.000-06:00

(part 1)

"So how are you going to do the dolphin and the ten speed now?" Guy #2 asked through my orgasmic thrashing haze.

"Umm, yeah. No dolphin. We'll have to do something else. How about the sling?"

"Yeah, it's been a while."

I rolled out from beneath him and walked over to my closet. I crouched down and dug through the deflated Inflatable Tilt Master and the collapsed Love Swing to find the stirrups of the Super Sex Sling. When I turned and stood up, he was already right at me.

"Ah!" I cried out. Then I kissed him. "You scared me. I suppose you want a condom."

"Yeah. I mean no, I don't. I just want to make that known."

"I know. I know. Ah, the days when I didn't have to ask and you just put one on."

"I did it then because I knew it was a good decision, but it feels SO much better without."

"Oh I know. And we'll get there but not now. Just a few times on the way."

I lay on my back across my bed. He slid into me so slowly. I moaned around him as I pulled him into me and held him close. He kissed me briefly then buried his head in the pillow beside mine. He pumped into me until I was screaming into his ear.

"You want the sling?" I asked.

"Yeah."

I reached beside me and moved the sling under my neck. I adjusted the pillow comfortable as he applied the cuffs to my ankles.

"We haven't used this in a long time," he said.

"I know."

"You've lost a lot of weight, babe."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. Last time, I had to put the cuffs on much looser."

"And those are my ankles."

"I was say at least two inches."

"Wow."

Securely in the sling, I straightened and spread my legs. An unfamiliar stretch tightened along the line of my legs. I felt all my running and weight lifting accumulated in my muscles.

He plunged into me. I felt him moving so deep inside me blended with the sweetly sharp edge of the stretch. I breathed into the intense sensations of both--yogic sex. Yet my hands could not find their place. I wanted to touch him, yet the webbing of straps and limbs made it awkward. I fumbled around below him, looking for my positioning.

"What do you want?" he asked.

"A place for my hands."

He leaned forward and lay himself along me. I reached up and wrapped my arms around him.

"I can do this," he said.

I felt him deeper inside me as his body weight pressed down on me. I relished the feeling of his skin so close all ove rme.

"Lean back," I said.

He lifted himself back up, and I pulled the straps of the sling tighter. I lifted my legs straight up between us.

"I have to be careful not to get carried away here," he said.

"Yeah, don't hit my cervix. I feel like I have to pee."

"That's not good."

"No, that is good."

"I always said this was the position for it."

"Yeah but my bladder was all fucked up."

"Yeah. Stupid bladder."

He continued to pump into me at a slow and even pace. I felt the pressure from him penetration.I felt that deep tingling sensation, reminiscent of having to pee, that had yet to pay off in my lifetime. My moans gradually faded away as I concentrated on the sensations brewing below my belly. I began to fidget impatiently and attempted to ignore the purrs of my clit.

"You ok?" he asked.

"Yeah. I'm trying to resist the one and focus on the other. There's a lot going on."

"And you're all about the instant gratification."

"Well, I feel pressure to always finish right away because that's what I always do."

"Welcome to my world. Not finishing right away but pressure. I think this position would be better with me standing up. We can try your banjo position too."

"Cello."

"Yeah, cello. Like tractor pose."

"Plow pose, babe."

He pulled out from me and stood at the side of my bed. I wriggled like an upside-down crab towards the edge. Without my legs, my body merely flailed aimlessly. He laughed and reached down and pulled me to the edge. He moved me where he needed me, and I loved that he could do that now.

With him looking down at me, we fucked through a flow of variations. I held my legs up with the straps, looking at him from between my ankles. I spread my legs wide, and he leaned in between them to kiss me. I put my legs on his shoulder, his hips; he held them in his hands. We put both legs on one of his shoulders, trying cello position, tightening me up and letting him deeper. With all of them, sex was all over his face, and my moans fill the room.

"I really like this position," he said. "All of them."

Each variation felt blissful. Yet I felt the distance between our bodies. My skin mourned the loss of his warmth against it. I felt my arms twitching to feel him closer. I felt the intensity of his eye contact, of him constantly watching me laid out vulnerable and fucked on the bed before him.

"I love you," I said.

"I love you too, babe." He rolled his eyes up to indicate saying chair and laughed.

The stimulation that was not paying off in a g-spot orgasm gradually became too much. My weak and recovering bladder began to whimper in discomfort. The stimulation turned from orgasmic to really making me have to pee. The sides of my labia were somehow deprived of my overabundant lubrication and began to chafe; I had to have him spread Eros over them.

"Ok, I have to pee," I said.

"Boo."

"I waited as long as I could. I'm sorry."

I liberated myself from the sling and went to the bathroom. When I returned, we relubed and continued sans sling.

I placed my legs on his shoulders. He alternated between gripping my calves and clutching my hips as he pounded into me. As the sensations rose in my body, my back began to arch. I moaned in rhythm with his movement. I looking him hard in the eye.

"Harder," I moaned.

He grabbed me tighter and pounded me harder.

"Harder," I moaned louder."

He fucked me as hard as he could. My body writhed and thrashed as I screamed. My head threw back and ground my hair into the sheets. When I looked up, my second toe remained tensed, twisted hard above the rest. I laughed.

"What?" he asked.

"Look at my toe."

"I really like sex with you."

"I really like sex with you."

He turned his head to witness my twisted little toe. He laughed. I wiggled them all to loosen it and bring it back to its neighbors.

We continued to fuck with my legs at every angle and variation again. I felt the void of his orgasm. The craving for his began to rise in me over mine.

"Do you want me to turn over?" I asked.

"I'm happy here. You just want me to finish."

"Of course I want you to finish. But yes, I'm ready."

"See, pressure."

As he kept going, the pleasurable positions became uncomfortable to me. My bladder whimpered; my sides dried out again. My body seemed to be against me. As I lay there moaning to his thrusts, I wondered why it did not feel as good as it usually did. Why was I not enjoying it as much? Why was I ready for him to cum? He kept checking on me, asking if I was ok. Though I denied it, it did not get better.

We finally turned over to ease my bladder and labia. I bent over the bed, and he lay on top of me, wrapping around me. When he pushed into me, he tapped the reservoir of my own lubrication. I was slippery once again. I bend my legs against the bed and gripped at the carpet with my toes. My feet kept slipping. He knelt into the back of my legs and held me down completely.

As he lay over me, his chin nuzzled the extremely sensitive spot on my back. His whiskers and hot breath grazed against those anxious nerves, and I writhed and screamed even harder. The stimulation was a direct jolt to our already intense sex.

"I love sex with you," I moaned.

"I love sex with you."

He pounded me perfectly endlessly. I kept waiting to feel the jerking rhythm and hunched posture of his orgasm, yet he kept thrusting away unphased. Finally, I screamed loud then kept moaning and pushing myself back into him. And he thrashed subtly against me and dropped onto my back.

"Thank you, babe," he breathed into my skin.

"Thank you. I really wanted yours."

"That's a good way to get it."

Decisions, Decisions (part 1)

2008-04-03T17:47:00.003-06:00

March 25th, 2008

We wrestled violently on my couch. I was failing miserably at kicking Guy #2's ass as promised, but I would not concede. I slapped him lightly in the face laughing as he buried his teeth in my breast. We were tangled tightly, and our bodies wrenched against each other. We struggled hard and passionately against each other, as muscles challenging each other. I always lost.

Gradually and seamlessly, our wrestling melted into embrace. Our laughter and shit talking blended into kisses through panting lips. I remained on top of him and relaxed myself into him. Then my phone rang from the kitchen counter.

"You've got to be kidding me," I said.

I walked over and silenced it then returned to the couch. I sprawled out on my back, still radiating heat from fighting him. He leaned onto my belly. He brought his face down towards mine, and I brought my mouth up to meet his.

"Why do I have to do crunchies to kiss you?" I said.

"Why do I have to do bendies to kiss you?"

"Bendies?"

"Yeah, bendies."

Somehow our talk meandered to our past, some nondescript detail of our former life that I can't recall. Yet hearing those vague echoes of who and what we once were still affected me. Something flipped in me, turning me less content and more distanced inside myself. I felt it across my own face.

"Keep up that attitude, and I'm going to keep kissing you," he said. I laughed and pulled him into me. "That one too."

He kissed me again. Whatever waiver had appeared in my emotions vanished as quickly as it had arose. I began tugging at his shirt. I reached for his belt bucked, and he pulled his shirt down over it. I shoved at him.

"I can't take you stopping me anymore," I said. After our week of difficult sex, I needed an easy flow.

"So angry," he laughed.

He let me reach down and unbuckle his pants, threatening to cover it with his shirt the entire time.

"Do you want to go to my room?" I asked.

"Sure."

"Find something to play with.."

"Sure."

I placed myself on the floor in front of my black toy chest as he went to the bathroom. I opened both sets of doors, leaving one slightly tilted to obscure the anal toys I was secretly using to prepare myself for his birthday present. I let my eyes wander over the top shelf of lubricants and edibles, the second shelf of restraints, the third shelf of rabbit and larger vibes, the bottom shelf of clitoral and smaller vibes. I had no idea what I wanted to use.

He walked up behind me. I felt his knees graze against my back. He bent down and pulled my shirt over my head then stripped off my bra. I felt his fingertips trace my bare skin.

"What do you want?" I asked.

"Whatever you want."

"I want a suggestion."

"I always make the suggestions."

"No, I always bring you a selection to pick from. Well, we haven't done the Tie Your Own, the Weekend Kit, or this." I pointed at the Slap and Tickle Kit.

"Well, the Weekend Kit would be good for a weekend. Like Hawaii."

"And I don't think we should try something that extremely new when you just recovered from being broken." I indicated the Tie Your Own Cock Ring.

"Now is probably the best time since I'm leaving but yeah."

"But you'll be back in a couple days. I don't feel like edibles like chocolate or dust. I kind of feel like the 10 speed and the dolphin."

"And lube"

"Of course lube."

I stripped the Diving Dolphin of its default bullets and handed him the ring. He examined it and discovered a thin coating of cat hair. I handed him my toy cleaning solution, and he went off to the bathroom to clean it.

He returned from the bathroom with a clean Diving Dolphin and handed it to me. I placed it atop the bottle of Eros to sit in wait for us. He crawled into the bed and feigned sleep.

"I will so kick your ass," I said.

"What?"

I climbed up on top of him. Again, my emotions seems to shift from under me. I didn't feel as into our foreplay as I should have. I didn't understand these distant waves of subtle apathy randomly washing through me. I didn't dive into his kiss as I always was so hungry to do. Everything felt forced on my part. I could feel my mind detaching from my body. He seemed less responsive to me, and even in the haze of my mind, I realized I was probably misperceiving through the foggy sea of my mind.

"I love you," I said. I needed to ground myself, to pull myself back into the moment.

"I love you too, babe... chair."

I laughed at his silly joke as I moved slowly down between his legs. There, I was greeted by his semi-firm penis. Its lack of enthusiasm only amplified my teetering emotions. I felt the edge moving so close to me.

"Wow. He is just not into playing with me lately," I said.

"Yes, he is. He just wants you to work harder for it."

"Whatever."

I kissed his soft penis and felt the skin fold against the pressure of my mouth. I took him in my hand firmly and stroked him determined. Finally, I felt him swell appropriately in my hand. I moved down and pulled his balls gently into my mouth. I sucked and licked over them until he was twitching and laughing at my mercy.

"Ouch," he said.

"I'm sorry." I pulled back immediately and saw my saliva pooled on top of his ball.

"You're walking a fine line there, babe."

I abandoned his balls and moved to sucking his shaft. He finally truly hardened up to what I was used to. I could feel my distance in my performance. I could not connect with my own flesh, much less his in my mouth. I tried desperately in my bobbing head to fight it; clarity seemed so close yet just out of reach.

I climbed up to kiss him before I ruined the head for him. I pressed my lips to his as I was subtly drowning in my head.

"Too bad you don't have a headboard," he said.

"Yeah but I don't."

"No head for you."

I stuck out my lip in a pout.

"You took that better than I thought you would," he said.

He pulled me down to kiss him and rolled my body. I turned over close to the edge of the mattress, and he wrapped an arm around my body and jerked me across the sheets to where he wanted me.

"Can I have the minty stuff?" I asked.

"Sure." He stood and walked to the toy chest to retrieve it. "I always expect a green tube."

"That's yours. Mine is a green jar." He opened the jar and went to dip his penis in it. "Go ahead."

"No thanks."

"It's the same as yours, only weaker."

He lay out on his stomach between my legs as he slowly spread the minty cream over me. His finger swirled around my clit, over my labia, gently around my opening. He licked me lightly, teasingly at first, then moved into deeper, slow, gently strokes. I felt every inch of his tongue and every twitch of his lethargic movements. I moaned and cooed softly above him as he sped up. My hand rest lazily on my own chest, feeling the rhythm of my own breath and the vibrations of my own sounds.

A spot on my nerves lit up brightly just to the left of his tongue. He kept grazing it yet licking right beside it. I shifted my hips to settle it below his attention, yet he kept sliding back to the middle, resisting my guidance. The spot was screaming for attention, making my legs shake beside his head.

"Can I have fingers, please?" I moaned. He made a fist and held it up to me. "I don't think you would do me if I could take all that."

"Probably not. No more than one."

"Shit."

He plunged his finger into me rhythmically as he licked me. I felt the tip of his tongue flicking around on my clit. I concentrated on the sensations. I felt myself so close that I was desperately craving the orgasm. I kept thinking how good it felt, and again, that focus made me cum faster. The orgasm blanked out my world it was so intense. My perceptions flickered against blackness as my nerves screamed in one shaking voice. I instantly melted into the sheets I had soaked.

He moved to lick me again, albeit gently, but I was painfully sensitive. As his tongue touched my throbbing clit, my body flinched. It was an uncomfortable ache in the aftermath of pleasure. My nerves were just too raw. He continued to try to lick me. I tilted my hips our of his reach and nudged his head aside with my thigh.

"What?" he asked.

"So sensitive."

"You can always tell me to stop."

"No." I wouldn't give him the satisfaction.

I tried to let him continue. I tried to breathe through the intensity of the sensations. I was simply too tender to enjoy it. He tried for a few more minutes then gave up and ascended my body.

"Since you don't want me down there," he said, pouting.

"It's not that. It's just so intense it hurts."

"I'm sorry."

"No, that's a good thing." I hugged him tightly into my limp body. "Thank you, baby."

to be continued...

Seven

2008-04-01T16:36:00.001-06:00

Today marks seven years of me and Guy #2 having sex. No, they have not been monogamous years; there have been other partners spliced in between for both of us--five for me, to be exact. But I don't think that fact changes the significance of seven years. I can say for myself that it has been only him for the past three and a half, and that in itself is substantial.

I think the first time we had sex was just as unexpected and simultaneously inevitable as ending up where we are now. Just as it appeared we would always end up having sex, once we did, it appeared we would always end up here, in our pseudo relationship. I never expected to fall in love with him all those years I was trying to stop sleeping with him, but maybe there truly was no other way.

It's funny to think back on the night I met him when I was straddled over his lap next to the keg at a party. I laugh to recall the first time we had sex so ridiculously drunk and getting walked in on by our virgin friend. I was so blindingly young, and so much has happened since then. We have been through a lot, both good and bad, as both friends and fuck buddies. We both say we got all the bad shit out of the way in the beginning of our situation so it could be good now.

Seven years ago today, we were chasing back pills and morphine with Kaula milkshakes as he told me we were finally going to fuck, and now we are planning to move together and talking about having kids. It's a mind fuck to consider, and it's only fitting that it falls on April Fool's Day.

Low

2008-03-31T17:42:00.001-06:00

I'm a little too low to write today. I have wonderful tales of sex, and I had a great weekend with Guy #2. I have so much to post, but the heavy depression is wrapping around me tightly, and my words are not flowing. Be patient, my dear readers. I'll bounce back up soon.

Unfinished Morning

2008-03-27T18:28:00.001-06:00

March 23rd, 2008

Guy #2 was wasted. I was wasted. We sat on his living room floor, starting to kiss.

"Let's go to bed," I said.

"I need to shower."

I rolled my eyes.

"I need to shower," he said. "I want to do you."

"Ok. I'm going to go to bed. If I pass out, which is a good chance, I want you to wake me."

"Ok."

"I really mean it this time. Wake me."

"Ok, babe."

As he showered, I lay in his bed, fighting off the sleep. I listened to the sound of the water and waited for it to stop as the comfort of the bed tugged me down into it. My eyelids grew heavier as my mind reclined in my head. Then I was gone.

I woke up in the sharp, bright morning to see him sleeping beside me. My memory lifted through the haze of my hangover. He lazily rolled his eyes open to me.

"You didn't wake me," I said, crawling over to me.

"I tried; then I passed out. See." He lifted up the boxers still in his hand above his head.

I cuddled into him, still feeling the blending haze of my sleep and my waning drunk. The sex we had abandoned in our inebriation the night before was still resonate between us. As our skin touched, our mouths found each other. We kissed lightly. He wrapped his arm around my back, pulling me into his body, as I reached down and gently began to touch him. His already exposed flesh was warm as it hardened below my hand.

"I really want to do you," he said.

"We have an hour."

"I need to take a shower."

I rolled my eyes again.

"It will be a quick one," he said. He stood and looked down at his erection. "All for you, babe."

"Thank you, baby. Now hurry."

His shower drug out as I lay across the bed, drumming my fingers impatiently on my bare chest. The minutes ticked by, bringing me closer and closer to needing to leave.

"Baby, get out of the shower!" I yelled.

"Meaaaa. Just five more minutes."

"I'm going to have to leave. Come on, baby."

"I'm coming."

The shower continued to spray. "Baby!"

"What?"

"Get out of the shower!"

Finally, I heard him shut off the water. He returned to his room still dripping a little from the spray. Droplets spread over his back. He crawled up the mattress and fell onto his back. His arms guided me into him, and I climbed on top of him, lying down on top of him and kissing him deeply. As I leaned back, he stuck out his tongue.

"You're a tease," I said.

"No."

He stuck out his tongue again and motioned me up. Slowly, I crawled forward on my knees until I settled one on each side of his face. I looked down at his eyes, peeking beyond the subtle curve of my belly, as his tongue slid up and down the length of my nerves. I moaned and grabbed the headboard; it shook and rocked forward. I flinched and released the headboard. I held myself up on top of him as he licked me. I rolled my hips into the sensations coming from his tongue until I clenched and sat on top of his chest.

He smiled as I climbed down to kiss him. I lay in my spot on top of him, cuddling into his chest.

"I would give you head, baby," I said. "But I think I'm too close to being hungover, and it could be bad."

The more awake and aware of my body I became, the more nausea tempted the back of my throat. I felt every drink I had swallowed last night in the lining of my stomach, along my skull, on my skin. My hangover was rising, but I wanted the sex so dearly. I ignored it.

He reached for a condom and rolled it down over himself. I lay on my back as he eased between my legs. He penetrated me slowly to my moans. My arms reach up to draw him deeper into me. I felt him fill me as his body pressed down against mine.

He kept wanting to kiss as we fucked, as we always do, but the minglings of our tongues tickled that unhappy edge on my stomach. As much as I wanted to plunge my mouth into his, I had to keep pecking and turning away to moan into his ear again.

"Do you want me to turn over?" I asked. Time was dwindling.

I turned over onto my hands and knees, and he knelt behind me. He placed his foot on the outside of one of my knees as he clumsily navigated himself through his hangover and back into me. He clutched my hips and fucked me hard to my screams until my skin begged for some additional lube. After spreading the lube over me and himself, he plunged back into me. He pounded me then pushed me forward onto my belly.

I lay flattened out on the mattress, helpless before him. He lay on top of me, wrapping around me. His stubbled chin and hot mouth grazed that blinding sensitive spot along my back that arched between my shoulder blades and over my tattoo. Each time he grazed that spot, my nerves lit up vividly. I moaned louder and felt myself tighten harder around him as he pumped into me.

Time ran out. I needed to get up and leave. We both looked at the clock.

"Five more minutes," I said.

I wanted his orgasm. I wanted him to enjoy this with me.

"I really like this position," he said.

"Me too."

He fucked me forever. He buried his face in the raging nerves of my back and made me scream over and over again. My arm stretched out and pressed into the wooden headboard, bracing me back into him to absorb every ounce of his thrusts. My moans got lost and suffocated in the pillow and my face. My hair covered my eyes so that the world became a draped striping of light.

"I don't think there's enough time for me to finish," he said.

"I'm sorry."

"It's ok."

"I hate when you don't come."

"I know."

He rolled off of me and onto his back beside me. His raging penis still throbbed in the wet condom. As I eased myself up, I felt my hangover rage up and wash over me. Full nausea radiated up from deep in my belly, making my head wobbled and my skin sweat. I lay back on the pile of blankets breathing deeply. I dressed lethargically as he fought me pouting to not get dressed. Then I heaved myself from his bed and his house into my car.

It turned out that in the course of our romp, we somehow damaged his penis, causing us sexless days where we could not yet finish what we started that morning.

So Many Times (part 2)

2008-03-26T18:52:00.000-06:00

(part 1)

I climbed up on top of him, and he rolled us to our sides, reaching up for the condom. Once it was rolled down him, he moved between my legs.

"Ok, night," he said, laying on top of me.

I whimpered.

"Ok, night," he said, pushing just his tip into me.

I moaned more desperately. I reached up and pulled him deep into me, moaning louder and louder as he plunged down. He fucked me slow and heavy at first, kissing me deeply. I wrapped up in the warmth of his sex.

"I love you," I said again.

"I love you too, babe."

He leaned up a little and looked down at me as he thrust into me harder. He pumped faster until I was screaming.

"I love to watch you cum," he said.

"I like you to watch." I could hear him panting. "Do you want something else?"

"Sure."

"You want me on top?"

"Yeah."

He rolled off me again, and I climbed on top of him. He speared me completely as I lowered myself down on top of him. I lay my body down along his to bring us face to face. I pressed my face against his, left lingering kisses on his lips as I moved up and down along his shaft in a steady rhythm. I did not speed up; I did not scream. I moaned softly and constantly as my body moved steadily, rhythmically. He seemed anxious beneath me as I didn't cum instantly, but I kept dragging it out. Then finally, I wrapped around him and increased my pace until I poured my screams into his sweating ear.

"How are you doing up there?" he asked. "Any pain?"

"Nope. Not yet. But I haven't sat up yet. This one is always ok."

"I like this one."

"Me too."

I sat up and evaluated the sensations. Then I leaned back and felt that tender whine of my pussy bladder.

"Just a little when I lean back," I said.

I sat up again and rode him slow and constant. As I flicked my hips on top of him, I felt a little pop between us, like rolling over a small ridge. I felt confusion on my face and looked down to see it on his too.

"You felt that?" I asked.

"Yeah."

"What is that?"

"I don't know."

"It feels weird. Like-"

"Like cartilage."

"Yeah. Is it the condom?"

"I don't think so. It's you."

"No it's you. I feel it back here."

"I feel it in the front. It's you."

"No it's you. All I have in me is you. Now I feel it in the front."

"At least we feel it in the same place now, and it doesn't hurt."

"So weird. I don't think I could take another thing being wrong with my body after this bladder bullshit. Check the condom." I lifted myself off him.

"Nope."

"Ok, good."

I lowered myself back onto him and kept riding. Gradually, the muted popping sensation faded away until it vanished completely. Again, I rode him long and constant before finally speeding up and clenching around him.

"I love you," I said again.

"I love you too, babe."

I reached down and wrapped my fingers in his. I held his hands as I rocked; then I put his hands on me.

"Do you want me to turn around?" I asked.

"Yeah."

As I moved my legs and slowly began to turn with him still inside me, he started thrusting lightly below me.

"You're not helping," I said. "Only in the transitions. Legs together, please."

I settled on him facing the other way. I was so wet that I slid easily on top of him. I grabbed his ankles and felt him shifting behind me, placing another pillow behind his head.

"Getting a good view?" I asked.

"Yep."

I bounced on him firmly, feeling him watching me. His hands moved all over my ass. They caressed the curve; they groped hard at the shape; they touched me in every possible surface way. I moved faster and harder on top of him until I was screaming. I fucked him desperately and wildly.

"I love to watch you fuck me hard," he said.

I sat up and started rolling my hips on top of him. I undulated my body as I looked back at him.

"I like sex with you," he said.

"I like sex with you."

I turned my head and kissed back at him. He moved to reach up for me, but my ass on his stomach kept him from hinging. His arms reached out for me, and I lay back into him. I settled on top of him and turned to kiss him. He wrapped around me tightly and nuzzled into my hair. Then he reached down and played my clit. Our bodies writhed together as I moaned out.

I sat back up and leaned forward again. Gripping his ankles, I rode even more vigorously. Then I sat up on top of him and put my fingers in my mouth. I lubricated them with my own saliva then brought them down to my clit.

"Are you touching yourself?" he asked.

"Yes."

"Good girl."

As I rolled my hips, I felt him move inside me. With my fingers on my clit, I kept thinking how good he felt inside me. Each time the thought rolled over my mind, my sensations flashed brighter. I rubbed my clit furiously as I concentrated on how he felt filling me and moving inside me. I thought it one more time, and the orgasm shook me fast. I rode through it then stopped panting.

"Do you want something else?" I asked.

"Sure."

"What do you want?"

"Sides?"

"Which one?"

"You pick."

"Sitting."

I collapsed onto the bed on my side. He mounted my leg and slid effortlessly inside me. I reached up and put my hand on his chest, hooking my fingertips around his collar bone. He gripped my hips hard with fully hands as he thrust hard into me. With each thrust, I writhed closer to the massive headboard until we had to shimmy together farther down the mattress.

"Ok, one more time. I love you," I said.

He laughed. "I love you too, babe."

I moaned and screamed as he watched. I writhed and trembled as he watched.

"I really like this position," he said.

"Yeah, you get half an ass."

He leaned in to kiss me. "And all of you."

"You get ass and boob and eye contact."

"Works out for both of us."

"Yes, it does."

He continued to fuck me perfectly, but the condom bailed. He jumped off of me. I reached inside myself and found nothing. We looked around the bed; nothing. He reached for a new one.

"Wait, let me go find it before we start again," I said. "It sucks so bad when it's lost for days."

"We need to go back to that position. I wasn't done with it."

"Of course, baby."

In the bathroom, despite much examination and digging, I found no sign of the condom. After getting frustrated in my search, I simply returned to our sex.

"No sign of it," I said.

I lay back on my side, and he straddled my leg again. As he slid into me, he seemed hesitant. He kept shifting, as if we could not find the right position again.

"That condom really fucked up the flow," I said.

"Yeah it did."

Finally, we found our place with each other. He fucked me hard until my body was trembling and throbbing. I watched his face for his orgasm. I felt it had to be close. I kept screaming through my own pleasure. Finally, I saw its twitches in the edge of his expression. His eyebrows furrowed slightly; his eyes tried to squint. Then his face tightened. He folded onto me as he came.

"That was a good one," he panted.

"Yeah, I made sure you were gonna cum with me on that one."

He collapsed on top of me then rolled behind me. He gathered me up into his arms and buried himself into my hair. We cuddled together there in a puddle of our sex.

Blissful Head (part 1)

2008-03-25T15:32:00.000-06:00

March 18th, 2008

I lay against Guy #2's chest as we sprawled across his couch and watched TV. Slowly, I reached down and began to stroke along his boxers. Finally, he did not reach out to stop me as he had every time the past few days he had been sore from snowboarding, though I think he had to prevent himself from doing it out of habit. I was happy to finally be allowed to touch him like I wanted.

I reached past the elastic band and dug in his boxers until I extended his length in my reach. As I touched him, he stiffened halfway below my hand, yet then he deflated again. Disappointment flickered in my chest.

"Aww, he's going back to sleep. He doesn't want to play with me," I said.

After a couple days of faltering restraint as I waited for his body to recover from its beating, his penis' rejection lay heavily on me. I lay against him, fighting my mind taking me to a darker place.

As I lay silently against him, he kissed the top of my head. His hand wrapped around my back and traced the curve between my ribs and hip. He trailed his fingers along the shape then groped the shape of the subtle bottom of my ribcage then the more defined protrusion of my hip bone. His hand wandered between the toy and toyed at the soft flesh of my belly. The new touch calmed my mind. My resolved fired up in me again. I sat up to strip off his boxers.

"Can I help you?" he said as I grabbed the cloth.

"Yes."

He lifted his hips so I could pull away his boxers. I replaced myself on his chest and gripped his soft penis. The malleable skin rolled and folded beneath my touch until it gradually got firmer and fought back against my grip. He hardened ever so slowly until I saw the raging penis I was accustomed to.

"See," he said. "I told you he wanted to play with you."

I turned up to kiss him. He kissed me back violently. He began pulling and yanking at my hoodie, tugging it from my body. Then he leaped up and threw me all over as he stripped me. My body thrashed with his gropings. He reached down and untwisted me from the blanket to get me completely naked. My skin contracted in the cold air of the house; my breasts climbed my chest to cuddle against my own warmth.

"Do you want to go to your bed?" I asked.

"Sure."

"Good because I'm cold."

As he stood, I reached my hands up to him. He grabbed each hand and yanked me from the floor. I flew up into his kiss, my hair streaming behind me. I tangled my fingers in his and led him back to his bedroom.

Instantly, I dove under the blankets, burying myself in the heat of the mattress and the cover of the cloth. He followed me, rolling into the bed facing away from me.

"Night," he said.

I moved up and wrapped around him. "Ok, night."

I draped my hand over his side and let my fingers play at his penis. He turned to face me. Lying parallel on our sides, we kissed gently then more forcefully. Then he rolled over on top of me, inbetween my legs. I found myself so extremely sensitive. The feeling of him against me, grazing my skin was so intense it was nearly ticklish. My body writhed pleasantly as my mind reeled to register all of the sensations. He reached up and pulled the blankets over us.

"Thank you," I said.

Our tongues moved slowly and firmly against each other. Our breaths fell into a synchronist rhythm. I cuddled up into his flesh as our bodies moved together in waves. I relished his head spreading over my skin.

"I love you," I said.

"I love you too, babe."

He kissed at my chest lightly, moving down. The blankets went with him, and the chill air nipped at my skin.

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"To your boobies."

He sucked each of my nipples slowly then blew on them. I felt the skin contract even harder at the cold.

"Are you warm yet?" he asked. "You're roasting me out."

"I'm sorry," I said. I rolled the blanket down to his waist. "There, better."

I wanted head so bad. My body literally craved the feeling of his tongue on my clit. It infected my mind the entire time we kissed. I refused to move from my back until I was sated, yet I let him figure out my desire on his own. And finally he did descend the landscape of my flesh.

He rolled one lick along my begging clit.

"Ok, night babe," he said, as always.

"Why do you do that every time?"

"Because you like it."

"No. Tease."

His mouth again met my clit. He licked me perfectly. As he warm, wet mouth stimulated me, I instantly felt my orgasm beckoning. My nerves pounded intensely. My body compulsively twitched and moved against his face. An exceptionally sensitive spot sporadically lit up against his rolling tongue, and I laughed helplessly. My body was not my own; I was control by the sensations he ate into me.

I felt my orgasm latch on. My hips fucked his face uncontrollably, desperately. The orgasm held me still, clutched me tight and relentlessly. It was so intense and seemingly never ending. I moaned and gasped, twitched in the obliteration of my senses. Then my breath stopped; my hips jerked hard at his touch; I let out one sharp cry. I came blindingly hard in his face and collapsed to the bed.

"Mmmmmm, thank you, baby," I cooed.

"That one almost killed me."

"It was worth it."

He let me breathe for scarely a minute before his tongue ran over my clit again. My nerves cried out harder and faster than where they left out. I felt the orgasm flood over me instantly. I came harder and more ravenously than the first time and in faster succession than ever before. My mind went utterly blank as I was a wash of chemical sedation.

"That was so good," I managed to moan. "That second one came fast."

"Well, with how hard I worked for the first one."

I played my thighs against his face, tipping him to one side and then the other. When I knew my body could take no more, he still plunged down and licked me a third time, leaving me raw and trembling.

He crawled up my body slowly, and my nerves arched up at the feeling of him settled back between my legs. I opened my eyes slowly to lean up and suck his chin clean. He kissed me slowly, and I could still taste myself on his tongue. I moved to roll him off me, but he resisted. I bucked my swollen hips up and tossed him onto his back, climbing on top of him.

"I love that you love giving me head," I said as I ran my soaking pussy along his penis, spreading myself over him.

"Yeah, it's cool."

I kept rocking my hips and rubbing myself along him. I felt his hardness stimulating my throbbingly sensitive clit, and I moaned as I kissed him. Slowly, I lifted my leg and spliced it between his. I spread his legs apart and brought my other leg between. I moved down his body in a trail of staggered kisses. Licking up his penis, I tasted myself again.

"Just clean you off since someone got you dirty," I said.

I licked him up and down, wrapping my tongue around his shaft and over his head. I licked him until he was covered in only my saliva. Then I dropped down to suck and tickle his balls. His body jerked as I tugged each gently back into my mouth. As I moved back to his shaft, I sucked hard with my hand chasing my movement. At the climax of each suck, I rolled my eyes up and looked at him; then I plunged him deep back into my mouth again.

I moved up and sucked hard, as hard as I could. I could taste hints of him familiar cum. His head swelled in my mouth, filling me completely.

"I love you," I said.

"I love you."

I lowered myself to suck his balls once more before returning to his penis. I sucked blindingly hard again to taste him once again. Then I slowly moved up his body. He wrapped me tightly in his arms and kissed me tight.

"It's so hard not to grab you and just fuck the hell out of your head sometimes," he said.

"I'll take that as a compliment."

"It is. But I don't think it would be good for either of us."

"No. Once my teeth sunk down, I doubt you'd be able to finish."

to be continued...

THE Fantasy (part 2)

2008-03-24T16:56:00.000-06:00

(part 1)

As I knelt between his legs, I reached up into my hair, taking out the golden clips and undoing the braid. I tossed the accessories aside and shook out my wet hair.

I climbed up into his lap. I pushed my hips down into him. He wound me tightly in his embrace as he ate of my mouth.

"Oh shit," I said.

"What?"

"I need to change my laundry."

He watched me with that same broad smile as I sauntered through my kitchen in the golden bikini.

"Sorry," I said as I draped the wet clothes across the kitchen table.

He walked up to me and gathered me in his arms. He held me close and kissed me hard.

"I'm following you," I said. "I'm kind of a slave you know."

He guided me backwards to the couch and sat me on the edge of the chase. He tried to push me back on my back, but I kept my mouth at his; I kept kissing him. He lifted my skirt from between my legs and draped it over my thigh. I could feel the hard head of his penis hinting and rubbing along my most sensitive nerves.

"I guess I should get one of those things," he said.

"It's up to you, babe."

"Well, I need to finish in you. I don't want to ruin this."

We kissed more. I felt his hips dip down as he began to struggle into me. He stretched me as he penetrated me until he plunged into me fully. I giggled into his kiss.

He fucked me slowly as his lips played at mine. Once I moaned, he tongue shot into my mouth and violently moved against mine. I kissed him back just as hard. I leaned back, and he held my hips tightly, wrapping his fingers up around the curve, as he thrust into me.

"Do you want some movie theatre?" he asked.

"Yeah." He stood and helped me up. "You know, we could always finish like your dream."

"Which one?"

"You know which one."

"That we could." He raised an eyebrow.

He sat back on the couch, and I settled myself on top of him, peeling off the front and back pieces of my skirt and leaving just the golden belt. I rode him slow as I kissed him.

"Do you have any pain?" he asked.

"Nope."

"That's good."

As I got comfortable knowing there was no pain, I bounced harder on top of him. I was so wet that I slipped on top of him in my thrusts. Then I slowed down, rolling my hips and my body.

"My knees are starting to hurt. You want something else?" I said.

"Sure."

"You're the driver."

"I could bend you over something."

"What do you want to bend me over?"

"Well, Star Wars is on..."

I bent over the coffee table, facing the TV. The golden bra and belt rubbed against the wood of the table. I pushed the chain draped in my cleavage over onto my back, into his reach. He reached forward and gathered up my hair as he slid into me. He tugged my head back as he fucked me.

"I like sex with you," he said.

"I like sex with you."

"I got so many handles. I don't even know what to do."

He briefly tugged back on the chain before rolling up to kiss me. He tried to fuck up around me.

"Yeah, this doesn't work like it does on the bed," I said.

"Nope."

He gathered my hair and the chain in his hands.

"I like sex with you," he said.

"I like sex with you."

I straightened my arms and leaned up, turning to look at him. Then as I screamed, I leaned forward. He kept stopping himself to breathe himself out of his orgasm.

"Do we need to switch?" I asked.

"Yeah, I think so."

"What do you want?"

"You on your back."

"On the couch?"

"Yeah."

I stripped off my belt, leaving me in only the golden bra and chain around my neck, and lay back on the couch. He lay on top of me. My hands rest against the sides of his face; my arms got pinned between our bodies. We continued to kiss as we fucked. I screamed loud, louder.

I wrenched my arms out from between us and wrapped them around his back, stroking his warm flesh. He kept almost joining me in my screams. His face flickered in his orgasm before he stopped and concentrated away. Finally, he leaned up. He held out his hands and breathed.

"Nope. It's coming," he said.

His words did not register until I looked down and saw the cum starting to spurt from his penis. I dove down between us to swallow the last half of his orgasm. The warm liquid shot back into my mouth as his body moved in the waves of it.

"Thank you, babe," he said, soft and low.

"You're welcome."

He lay me back and cuddled into me.

"I got to do Princess Leia," he said. "You rock, babe."

THE Fantasy (part 1)

2008-03-20T20:40:00.000-06:00

March 14th, 2008

My hands and feet were going cold waiting for Guy #2. My body drew the heat up my limbs and into my scarcely covered core. I lay on my side, meticulously positioned across the couch cushions. Star Wars VI: Return of the Jedi flashed on the screen as I reclined awkwardly in Princess Leia's gold bikini.

Finally, I heard his soft knock on the door. I found myself almost nervous. My chest tightened, and I felt my heartbeat against the golden collar around my neck.

He opened the door, and his eyes hesitated on me. He stared at me as he shut the door and leaned back against it. I huge shocked smile spread over his face. He looked between me and the TV and back again, and his smile only grew.

"Wow," he said. "Hi, babe."

"Hi, baby."

"How you doin?"

"Good. How you doin?"

"Fantastic. This is a good surprise, babe."

"I thought you might think so."

He kept his eyes on me. They moved up and down, over my body as he moved toward me. He knelt down in the corner of the couch and leaned down to kiss me. He wrapped around me so gently. He breathed me in so slowly.

He stood to empty his pockets, still looking at me and smiling. I smiled back.

"Perv," he said.

"I know. You like it."

He knelt back down and cuddled around me, kissing me and burying his face in my gold bikini top. He wallowed in me.

"Hi, babe," he said.

"Hi, baby."

"How you doin?"

"Wonderful. How you doin?"

"Perfect." He kissed me. "Perfect."

He kissed me slowly yet deeply. He cuddled against me gently yet firmly. I felt his passion in his restrained touch, but our rhythm changed with him not undressing me. The progression of our foreplay was changed. He seemed hesitant to wrap around me, to hold me tight, to lay on top of me.

Yet gradually, he became more forceful. He held me tighter as he kissed me so constantly. His hand reached down and gripped my ass.

"You're too good to me," he said cuddled into my chest.

"No."

"Lil' bit."

As we continued to kiss, I reached down and stripped off his shirt. He gently helped me not to strangle him. When the cloth moved, a twirl in his nipple hair was exposed.

"Is that a twirl by your nipple?" I laughed.

"Oh. Yeah, it is. Eew, that's kind of creepy."

He untwirled the hair before burying himself in my costume again.

"I got in on eBay," I told him.

"Is it comfortable?"

"Yeah. Why? Do you want to do me in it?"

"Maybe. You should wear it for Halloween. You should wear it on the beach in Hawaii."

He reached down and moved the front of my skirt aside. His hand trailed up my thigh until his fingers found my clit. He massaged my clit and traced my lips and let his fingers slide inside me--slow and sultry. He held me to him with his mouth at mine. He drank in my moans as my bare belly rolled up to him in waves. I clutched him as I screamed.

I started to take off his pants. He got up and went to the bathroom then returned naked. I held out my arms to him.

"You can lay on me," I said.

I put my hands on his shoulders and guided him down to me. He settled between my legs. We kissed and wrapped up in each other's flesh, moving against each other. I pushed up against him as he kissed me, pushing him up.

"Up," I said.

"Where do you want me?"

"Sit."

He sat down on the cushions beside me. I moved between his legs. Kissing him, I descended his body. I took his penis in my hand and licked around his head. I pushed him full into my mouth and sucked him heavily, looking at him. My eye contact moved with my head. When I came to the head of his penis, my eyes moved up to meet his.

He winked at me, kissed at me as I sucked. I managed to smile around his penis. As I sucked harder, I saw his eyelids flutter. My heart pounded at seeing his enjoyment. Then I stopped and knelt up between his legs. He instantly wrapped around me and kissed me.

to be continued...

Talking with Lady Calston

2008-03-19T17:38:00.000-06:00

I am in the process of writing up my sex right now. I have a good deal of sex to cover and no time to do it in. Having sex gets in the way of writing about having sex. hehe

However, I absolutely have to share my story of my experience with Lady Calston. This was by far one of the most interesting, annoying, and technologically advanced sex toys I have ever used. I have now been fucked over the internet and have fucked a toy that can talk back to me.

Some things are just too interactive.

But please, read my review and experience with the Voice Activated Slim and Sultry.

Promise

2008-03-17T18:40:00.003-06:00

I have such good sex to write about but no time. I'm so fucking busy, trying to catch up. But I have good depravity coming for you soon; I promise. And I'll find my way to your blogs soon too...

Close

2008-03-12T17:08:00.002-06:00

Our bodies encircled each other. My legs wrapped up around his hips as he dove around my chest. His arms wrapped around my back as he lay against my breasts. I put my arms around his shoulders, pulling him into me. I nuzzled my face against his as our lips trailed in a kiss. His mouth was warm, wet beyond his kiss. I tasted his breath each time they moved against me; I felt his breath each time they grazed my neck. His whiskers moving along my smooth flesh put my nerves gently on edge. As I clung to him, I felt him cuddling into me. The pressure of his arms holding me tighter and tighter to him was comforting to me. I felt myself come up to the edge of my body to relish the feeling of him. I felt completely cradled by him, completely content and calm. There was no time for sex, and for once, I didn't care. For once, I could have laid right there forever.

Quiz

2008-03-10T21:07:00.002-06:00

Ridiculous? Yes but it passes the time and made me giggle.

P

Full and Tired

2008-03-08T19:39:00.000-07:00

March 7th, 2008

Guy #2 and I walked into his hotel room after drinking at the bar below. We circled the bed, both stripping off our pants before climbing onto the mattress. He jokingly lay flat on his stomach, pretending to sleep. I climbed on top of him and tickled his balls.

"Ahhh! Nooo!" he whined.

"What?"

"You're trying to rape me."

"I'm not trying to rape you."

He turned over and lay on his back. I straddled him and reached down to stroke his penis.

"No," he laughed, brushing my hands away.

I gave him a pouting face and lay down on him. He wrapped his arms around me. I turned my face, and we kissed softly. I sat up to reach down again.

"Am I allowed to touch you now?" I asked.

"I suppose so."

I reached down and stroked his penis lightly. As I touched him gently, I leaned down and kissed him again. He reached around and began to tug my shirt up.

"You have to untie me first," I said.

"Ugh, why do you have combinations on everything you wear?"

He untied my shirt and pulled it over my head. Then he reached around me and unclasped my bra. He pulled my breasts free and ran his hands down my bare back. I tugged him up and yanked his shirt over his head so our bare chests could touch.

I climbed off him and went to the bathroom. When I returned, I lay down beside him, curling myself into my place on his chest. I stroked him lightly through his boxers before reaching down and stripping them off.

I took his semi-hard penis in my hand. As I held him in my hand and stroked him slowly and firmly, I felt him grow and thicken beneath my touch. I rolled my body into his and turned my face up to kiss him.

We were both so full from dinner. He turned his face to burp; then I turned my face to burp. The food and beer bubbled in my stomach with every movement.

I climbed up and moved down between his legs. I leaned up to kiss him then started running my tongue slowly under and up his balls. He jerked and thrashed. He scrunched his face as he fought the laughter. He was desperately ticklish again. I giggled into him as I licked and sucked his balls, making his body writhe and tremble in laughter. He closed his eyes and held out his hands, trying to meditate through it. I just kept giggling.

"What? Do you want me to stop?" I joked.

"No. I don't want to hear your shit."

I exploited his ticklishness a little more then finally turned my attention to his penis. I licked slowly from the base to the head then ran my tongue around the edge of his head. I flicked the tip of my tongue into his small hole before pushing him back into my mouth.

I sucked him in a slow and steady rhythm as I looked up at him. As I held eye contact with him, he winked and kissed at me. He started talking shit, and I dropped down to tickle his balls again. He rolled up to kiss me and grabbed me and pulled me down with him when he fell back.

I rolled onto my side, and he pushed me over onto my back. As he climbed on top of me, I cuddled into him. His lips moved from mine and found my nipples. He sucked each then blew on them to make them constrict in the chill.

As he moved lower down my body, my hips rolled in anticipation. He brought his mouth to my clit and licked me once, teasing me as always before he truly dove in. As he plunged his face into me, he wrapped his hands under my legs and up over my hips. He cradled my entire pelvis as he ate me deep.

I was moaning instantly as the sensations pounded up from his tongue through my entire body. He looked up at me as he licked before he closed his eyes to focus. I let my hand push and play at the back of his head as my entire body undulated into his licking. He licked me into screams then gave me a brief second before he was beckoning my cries again. He had me shaking four times, the last time lifting my hips up off the mattress and into his mouth again. I compulsively fucked his face as my body kept begging for the feeling of his tongue.

He climbed up my body and cuddled into me. I took his face in my hands and sucked my juices from his chin. He cuddled into me. I felt his hard penis move down my thigh and linger hesitantly around my opening. I felt him holding himself back as he made a small sound of restraint.

"Are you being good?" I asked.

"I'm trying."

"Do you want me to get you a condom?"

"No."

"Are you going to wear a condom anyways?"

"I guess."

"I'm on my placebos, baby. You have to."

"Ok."

"I created a monster."

"No, I always preferred it without. There just was no other option before. I always grabbed one because it was the right answer."

I handed him the condom and watched him roll it on. He climbed in between my legs and slowly pushed into me. My body tensed at the feeling of his penetration. I moaned hard and pulled him down into me. He wrapped around me so completely, putting his arms below mine and down around me. He kissed me as he thrust into me.

He held me so tightly and kissed me so constantly the entire time he moved into me.

"I love you," I said into his mouth.

"I love you too." Pause. "Chair."

This close sex was the sex I loved, but it created pressure on my unhappy stomach. My body relished the feeling of his body so close to mind, but the weight on top of me was making me nauseous. We both kept burping through our digestion, laughing as it interrupted the sex.

"Can you sit up?" I asked. He immediately flew up and looked down at me confused. "No, it's ok."

"Oh, I wasn't sure what you needed."

"I just needed some air, but we're good."

He held himself up on his arms and thrust hard into me. He watched me writhe briefly before he dove into my kiss. I held the sides of his face as his tongue swirled against mine.

"Do you want something else?" I asked.

"I'm good here. Do you want something?"

"No, I'm good."

He dropped back onto me, and I felt my stomach swell against my throat. I tried to breathe deep, but he was kissing me deeply and fucking me into moans.

"I want from behind," I said.

I turned over. He clutched my hips as he pushed into me. Then as he filled me, he groped handfuls of my ass.

"I like sex with you," he said as he fucked me.

"I like sex with you."

I turned and looked at him as much as I could as he plunged into me again and again. I felt his full length penetrate me vividly. My whole body moved in the rhythm of our sex as the sensations flooded over me.

"I like sex with you," he said again.

"I like sex with you."

He leaned forward to kiss me. Our lips touched; then he wrapped around me. His face nuzzled in my back and in my hair against my neck. His arms held my body tightly to his and pulled me into his thrusts. My body burned hotter; my back crawled happily under his whiskers on my flesh. I moaned violently in my pleasure.

"I really like that one," I said as he leaned back.

His fingers dug into my flesh as he held my hips and fucked me hard. My moans grew into screams. My back arched and rolled uncontrollably. My body clenched, pushing him out from inside me. He nearly rammed back into me but caught himself.

"I'm turning over," I laughed.

I flipped onto my back. He pushed back into me and wrapped around me again. My stomach was still unsettled and whining, but I strove to ignore it. I wanted his orgasm. I wanted him to join me. He kept fucking me into screams yet did not clench himself.

"I want you to finish," I said.

"I'm so tired. I don't know if I can."

"What do you want? Do you want something else? Is there anything I can do?"

"You're doing everything, babe. You going to be ok if I don't?"

"It will make me sad, but I'll be fine. We can just go to sleep, and I'll owe you one."

He kissed me then sat up, pulling out of me. I sat up with him then leaned down between us.

"I'm sorry, penis," I said, lightly kissing the head through the condom.

Obscuring Identity

2008-03-04T21:14:00.001-07:00

A short while ago, I wrote about a sexual misadventure where Guy #2 was closing his eyes as we had sex and briefly mentioned how it affected me. That instance has made me think of those lingering negative connotations I have with certain sexual behaviors. And the ones that remain the strongest and most pervasive are ones I correlate to obscuring your partner's identity.

Due to my past experiences, ways I've perceived things, whatever else, both doggie style sex and closing eyes have always meant wanting to imagine you were with someone else and forget the person you were actually fucking to me. Accurate? No, of course not. I know such a motive cannot apply to every instance of these behaviors with every one. But even knowing that, even knowing he wants to be with me, those forged correlations and connotations linger for me.

It took me a while to let #2 fuck me from behind, especially since our sex was so horrible for so long and he had said he didn't enjoy having sex with me while literally having sex with me. I had to get very comfortable with him and us and very confident in our sex and in that he wanted me. And I love it. I love him pounding me from behind, now that I finally broke that immediate assumption that he wanted to pretend it wasn't me.

But the closed eyes caught me by surprise. I had no time to correct the negative place my mind automatically went to. For a long time, eye contact was a very big part of our sex. We went through a phase where he watched me nearly every moment of our tryst. And then, like all new things, it gradually faded in intensity and settled at a balanced, normal level. But the closed eyes being such the opposite of that, being pretty new to us overall jarred me. My mind immediately assumed he was trying to close me out (granted, how could you with how loud I am?).

I know this is a defect in my perceptions. I'm perfectly aware that the extremist classification is my distortion. Even as I react like I did when he closed his eyes, I know I am being ridiculous. Yet those neural pathways were burned pretty deep into my brain. It's hard to turn off something so painfully learned.

I close my eyes during sex; I get into positions where I am turned away from him. Yet I never do it with malicious or obscuring intend. I don't ever pretend he's someone else in those instances, so why should I assume he is doing it to me? Why is it such a certain explanation on the other side? And even though I know that's not the case, why am I still reacting emotionally like it is?

New Tangles (part 2)

2008-03-03T20:16:00.000-07:00

part 1

Guy #2 and I lay tangled on our sides, mouths moving against each other, bodies pushing at each other in that familiar, beckoning rhythm. He reached up towards his drawer for a condom.

"Look at you being good," I joked.

"I can be responsible."

"I know, but we haven't been lately. I've created a monster."

"Sometimes I just need to be in you; it's necessary."

"I know, baby. But we still need to be good."

"Look, I'm being good."

I stroked his thigh, feeling the hair move below my touch, as he rolled on the condom. I lay on my back as he climbed between my legs. He slipped into me slowly, and I moaned hard at the penetration and clutched him tight.

"I love you," I said as his lips met mine.

"I love you."

He wrapped around me. As he pushed deep into me, his arms wound around me and pulled me into his warm flesh. He paralyzed me blissfully in his embrace as he fucked me, his lips at mine drinking in my breath. He kissed me, forcing his tongue smoothly against my building moans. He clutched me as my body bucked up into his.

Then he turned his head and buried it in my hair. I could feel his breath in my scalp behind my ear as I moaned and screamed into his ear. His shoulder pressed into my face, and I was completely enveloped in his body, as if I could lose myself below him. I could let him fuck me like this forever.

"Every time, I want to do other stuff. Then you start fucking me, and I don't want to ask you to stop," I said.

He kept pushing himself firmly down into me, holding me against my writhings and screams. He pinned me down in my pleasure, made me wallow in it. Then I felt his body move.

He clutched my hips as he rocked us. We pushed hard and managed to roll over with him still inside of me, a rare occurrence. As I sat up on top of him, I felt some tenderness in the front of my belly. I leaned forward to fuck him, took the pressure off my whiny bladder.

My lips lingered and played at his as I rocked on top of him. I pressed my forehead into his, staring into the dark where his eyes were, and moaned into his face. His hands slid around my hips, up my sides, down my back. I leaned up slowly and felt myself cringe.

"How you doing?" he asked.

"There's some tenderness. It's not too bad. There's just certain spots. I think I'm going to turn around."

"Ok, babe."

I moved my legs up and carefully spun in my slow circle on top of his penis until I faced his feet. I pressed my hands down into his thigh as I adjusted myself on top of him. The discomfort faded as his penis pressed back instead of forward into my bladder.

"Yeah, this one doesn't hurt as bad," I said.

"That's weird. You would think it would be worse."

"No, you curve up, so this way you point away from the bladder."

"Ah, yes."

"You like this one better anyway."

"I like them both. I do love the ass, but I like to look at you too."

I felt his hands on my ass as I rode him. I rode him hard in the liberation from my pain, thrusting hard on top of him.

"I like sex with you," he said again and again from the dark behind me.

"I like sex with you," I said back every time.

I slipped my fingers past my lips and wet them with my saliva. I brought them dripping down to my clit. I rubbed in slow circles at first, feeling the sensations lick back against my touch. Then harder, faster, rougher I kept rubbing.

Each time I stopped myself, he laughed behind me. I smiled as I licked my fingers and started myself again. I brought the sensations to their sharp points then broke my touch until it was too intense; I was too close and let myself plunge over that edge. My orgasm shook me as I felt myself clamping around him over and over.

He heaved himself up and wrapped himself around me. His arms circled me as his warm lips planted on my back. Laughing, I bumped him back with my ass and started riding again. I fucked him to my content then sat on top of him in momentary hesitation.

"You want something else, babe?" he asked.

"I want something where I can kiss you."

"Ok."

I turned around in the same cautious little steps and faced him again. I dove down into his kiss. I wrapped my hand around the back of his neck and pulled him up into his mouth. His smooth tongue played in my mouth.

"There, better," I said.

I sat up and rocked my hips back and forth on top of it. That damned discomfort just kept nagging me, whimpering right between my belly button and my pubic bone. It was not the sharp pain of before the medication, but it was enough to distract my enjoyment. I placed my feet beside my hips, lifted myself off him a little. I stretched my legs out in front of him. I attempted to ride through it, overcome the pain with pleasure, but then one of those spots screamed out. I halted and cringed.

"There's one of those spots," I whimpered.

"Aww, babe."

Without hesitation, he flipped me on my back. My legs remained up on his shoulder. He folded me in half as he fucked me, my calves grazing the sides of my face.

"I didn't want you to dwell on it," he said.

"Good idea. You haven't done me like this in a long time."

"Yeah because it usually hurts you."

"Yeah I can feel you being careful."

"Yep."

"I don't think I could handle a cervix shot at this point after the bladder."

He fucked me cautiously but hard, keeping shallow, holding his thrusts away from my cervix.

"Do you want sides?" I asked.

"Sure."

"Sitting sides or laying sides?"

"Sitting."

He lifted his leg, and I slipped mine down between his. I shifted my hips as he went to straddle my leg. Then he dropped down beside me and wrapped around me.

"I changed my mind," he said.

"That's ok. I like this one."

"Me too."

He encircled me as he thrust into me. I cuddled back into him, feeling him nuzzle my back and neck. The nerves on my back were ablaze. The sensitivity was blinding. With each brush of his stubbled chin or tease of his warm mouth, my body practically thrashed. The intensity in my back radiated over my entire body. It was so fucking good, and he exploited the hell out of it.

After he had me in a puddle of moans and giggles, I wobbled up onto my knees, and he knelt behind me. He gripped my hips as he tried to plunge into me. He poked hard at my perineum.

"Um, up, babe," I laughed.

"No down."

"No up. You're in no man's land there."

He finally found his way into me, but the condom started to make an odd noise.

"I think we got an air bubble," he said.

He sat back and wrestled with the condom. We ended up just getting a new one anyway. As he rolled on the second one, I lay on my belly in front of him. He climbed on top of me, slipping one leg between mine and the other on the other side of my thigh. He spliced his legs in mine and slipped unexpectedly into me.

"This is kind of like a combo between sides and from behind," he commented.

"Mmmm, yeah. I like it."

"Me too."

He clutched me sweetly as he thrust thickly into me. His body slide on top of the length of mine. I felt him against every inch of me, and my nerves relished it. His face and mouth brushed again against that hyper sensitive spot on my back, and my entire body tensed with the sensations. I could feel him enjoying our new tangle, and it felt so good with his entire body on and around me as he plunged so deep inside me.

"I love you so much," I moaned.

"I love you too, babe."

He was all over my back, nuzzling, licking, kissing, blowing. I could barely stand the sensations. I thrashed below him. I clawed at the sheets as I writhed as much as I could below him. I screamed desperately into the pillow. He fucked me endlessly, savoring my moans and sounds.

"You cum so good I don't want to stop," he said into my ear.

"But don't you want to join me?"

He kept fucking me in our new position. It was so damn good. The heat radiated between us until sweat spread over our skin. He fucked me into screams but didn't stop.

"No rest for you," he said as I kept moaning hard.

He pumped into me hard, pulling my body into him as he thrust into me. Finally, I felt him join me. His subtle moans were lost in my hair as his body tensed on top of me. I loved the muted sounds of his orgasm.

"Thank you, babe," he panted as he cuddled into my slick back.

"Thank you."

New Angles (part 1)

2008-03-02T20:18:00.003-07:00

March 1st, 2008

The drunken munchies were digesting in our bellies. Guy #2 and I sat on the floor of his living room in front of the TV amongst the wrappers. I crawled over and straddled his lap.

His hands settled on my hips as I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled his face to mine. We kissed softly in pecks between our words. I reached down between us and slowly unbuttoned my corset, exposing my black strapless bra.

His hands moved up my back under my shirt. I felt his fingers trailing at my bra, searching for the clasps. I peeled the corset off, and he found the clasps at the side. He struggled against them until her removed my bra and tossed it across the room.

He buried his face in my bare breasts as I pushed my hips into him. I nuzzled his hair. I reached down and unzipped his pants. He responded by undoing mine.

"Do you want to go to your bed," I asked.

"Yeah, we can do that."

As I stood up, he tugged my pants down. The fabric pooled at my ankles. He struggled with them, and I stumbled over his hand and sat on the couch. I instantly started laughing.

"My little butterfly," he laughed at me.

I stripped off my socks and stood back up. I reached down and pulled him up. I pushed his jeans down and led him into his bedroom.

We fell to the sheets in the blur of my memory. Our bodies tangled instantly. As we wrapped around each other and connected in our kiss, he had me on my back. His body pressed sweetly down into mine. I rolled my hips up into him.

He kissed down my chest, circling his kiss around to each of my nipples. He kissed them, sucked them, nuzzled them all to my moans. I let my hand roll up the back of his head. Then he moved down my stomach, kissing lower and lower.

He planted one kiss on my clit.

"Ok, there, babe," he joked.

"No," I whined. "More please."

Another singular kiss on my clit.

"More please," I moaned again.

I lifted my hips up into his face as he plunged into me. Planting my feet beside him, I arched my back and held my hips up. As his tongue rolled sweetly over my most sensitive nerves, my hips began to roll into his licks, suspended in the air.

I did not lower my hips. I continued to hold myself up as he licked over my clit and fucked me with his tongue. I moaned recklessly as I fucked his face vigorously. My hands groped and clawed at the sheets beside me as my back went rigid. I screamed out over and over, holding my hips up into his face despite how my muscles whimpered.

"I love how you give me head," I moaned.

As he pulled back, I brought my hips back to the mattress. He leaned against my thigh before crawling up my body. He nestled against me, smelling of my sex. I closed my eyes lazily as I kissed him. I felt his penis hinting at my thigh. I instantly craved his sex; I wanted him inside me so desperately.

"I'm giving you head this time, damn it," I said.

"Ok," he laughed.

"You kept beating me the last couple times. You were inside me before I could get to you."

"Sometimes it's necessary."

"But I'm giving you head this time."

"I won't object."

We kissed deeply, and I shoved him back onto his back. I crawled on top of him and kissed him before I descended his body.

He laughed as I rolled my tongue slowly under and up his balls. I wrapped my lips around each ball and pulled it softly into my mouth. His body shuttered to the rhythm of my sucking. I smiled at every jerk and twitch; then I rolled my tongue up his firm cock.

His fingers swirled in my hair and pulled it from his view as I ran my tongue around his head before plunging it into my mouth. I sucked him hard. As I moved my hand up and down with my mouth, I pulled him back into my mouth.

He was smiling down at me. I couldn't resist him. I leaned up and kissed him hard and deep.

"I'm not done yet," I said.

I moved back down but immediately came back up to kiss him.

"I'm not done yet," I said again.

I dove back down and pulled his balls into my mouth again. I pulled one past my lips and swirled my tongue around it sweetly; then the other. Then I pushed his penis back into my mouth. I sucked hard, harder. I pumped up and down fast on his cock before I dissolved into a few individual, hard strokes.

He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into him firmly. I laughed against his mouth as we turned to our sides and held each other close, kissing hard.

to be continued...