Fortunes From My Bedside Table

And he was...an American boy

2011-10-23T01:05:00.003-04:00

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Moving and pulsating to the rhythm and sounds of the band on stage, my body is filled with the sensations and essence of the music. Sweaty bodys rub up against me. Hands slide down my raised arms. With my legs spread, I press into the body behind me. Anonymously trusting their movements and touch. My head rolls back meeting the breath and stubble. It is a man. He grabs my hips and matches my motions. I moan and my body loses its posture for a moment, enough to let in the possibility for more. I hear his voice faintly in my ear. I have no idea what he is saying, but it is steady, rhythmic and relaxed.

The end of the song is muddled with the beginning of another. Allowance for unbroken contact.

I push my hips back into his and feel his cock, huge and hard in his pants. Swaying my hips to get him harder. My shoulders move opposite my hips, like a fish languidly swimming through the music. His hands run up my sides, then around to my tits. Grabbing, caressing, pushing into me.

I turn my head to meet his and grab a quick pass of the tongue. Wet. Salty.

His hands up my short skirt, feeling my garter belt. Grabbing my ass. He slips his cock out of his pants and just between my sweaty ass cheeks. With one arm around my middle and another across my chest, we press and rub into each other more. The proximity to fucking is absolutely there. This will have to do. Friends are on the dance floor. No matter how much I want to feel his cock inside my pussy or my mouth, this tease is what I get tonight.

Every move of my hips and thrust of his gives a new world of sensations. The music is driving the dance. The song is heavy but sexy. Slow. Not pounding fast. We are sliding. His hands grip my body as his rams himself in between my flesh. Hot spurts of ejaculate run down the inside of my ass and legs.

I turn around and we share a kiss, deep and obvious.

The song is over and the crowd cheers and claps for more.

Aural

2011-10-09T19:46:00.001-04:00

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It is the sounds you make when you cum. The ejaculate and the spasms have full reign over your body causing uncontrollable guttural sounds of painful bliss. You hot cum shoots out like an intermittent lazer, blasting my back with streaks and splashes of creamy goodness.

Just before, you were behind me, my knees on the couch and your hips slamming into my ass cheeks. Full, deep, hard penetration. My pussy is swollen and tight, about to give way to cum, but not quite there. Every inch of your huge cock slides and glides in and out of my wetness. Your urgency to cum in apparent, but you don't say anything. Hands gripping my hips almost painfully as you ram me with full force, feeling the base of your cock enveloped by my body. It was then. I could tell you just wanted to fuck the cum out of your body, but you wanted to see it on my body even more. I turned my head, hoping for some left over splashes and was rewarded with thick shots of cum in my hair and on the edge of my mouth. But really, what made me cum was the deep, animalistic sounds coming from your body as you came all over me.

Late Night Drive Thru

2011-10-01T21:15:00.000-04:00

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The door to the Zephyr was heavy as it closed behind me, almost smacking me in the ass as I climbed into the back seat. In the inky space, I see you there.

hey
been trying to meet you
hey
must be a devil between us

"Hey"

You just nod.

or whores in my head
whores at my door
whores in my bed
but hey
where have you been?
if you go i will surely die
we're chained

"I haven't seen you for a long while. You look good."

Blinking slowly, you smile. Not just any smile, though. There is something knowing about how you are looking into me.

uh said the man to the lady
uh said the lady to the man she adored
and the whores like a choir
go uh all night
and Mary ain't you tired of this
uh

"Do you know where we are headed?"

"I think so. Should be good." your voice resonating in my chest. You smile a sly smile this time. It makes me smile back, ready.

is
the
sound
that the mother makes when the baby breaks
we're chained

As our friends in the front seat talk and blast the music with the widows down, I lean in toward you to get out of the gale force winds. Without hesitation you lean forward and kiss me. A rush of randy hormones sweeps my body and suddenly I want you.

Reaching down, between your legs, you ease back in the seat. Our eyes make contact. A slight smile and a raise eyebrow, I look forward to see the occupants of the front seat in a full on debate.

With nimble fingers I unbutton your button-fly jeans, revealing your boxer briefs and your huge bulge. I had no idea what you were packing until now. For a moment, I started to worry, I wondered if I had enough to pull this off.

comin' down the mountain
one of many children

You take out your cock and our eyes connect again.

everybody has
their own opinion
everybody has
their own opinion
holding it back
hurts so bad
jumping out of my flesh
and i said

In one long stroke, I go down on you. "Ahhh..." you let out, in time with the song.

cash in!
cash in now honey
cash in now
cash in now baby
cash in now honey
cash in miss smith
cash in now baby!

Stroking you, feeling the vibration of the engine and the road through your cock, I suck your cock, twisting my head from side to side and wringing my tongue around your long shaft.

i was comin down the mountain

Your hands on my head, you push down hard. I cannot fight back. I do not want to get caught. My body seizes in a gag, but you hold me there. Then you thrust in small hard strokes deep into me.

met a child she had pin eyes
we had the same opinion
had the same opinion

You release me and I come back up, but stay low. You look down at me just for a moment. Your look is serious and stern. You aren't playing games.

Jerking you off with your right hand and my left hand under your balls, I begin to go down on you. This time with tighter lips, dripping.

she was holding it back
it hurts so bad
jumping out of her flesh
and i said

In an almost inaudibly low voice, you tell me to suck your balls. They are smooth, hairless, easy to suck into my mouth. You begin to jerk off, your hands moving quickly, knuckles banging on my face. I can feel you getting harder.

you better cash in!
cash in now honey
cash in now
cash in now baby

You take my head and push me down hard as you cum deep in my throat, head thrown back by the window.

cash in now honey
cash in miss smith
cash in now baby!

I come up once more and wipe my lips with my thumb and forefinger, the the back of my hand. Makeup running and smeared. We both lean back and enjoy the deep throttle of the Zephyr.

lyrics from Pixies "Hey" and Jane's Addiction "Mountain Song" in italics.

Close to me...

2011-09-29T22:53:00.000-04:00

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Clanging on the bamboo cutting board, my knife slips from my hand as I chop vegetables for dinner. Deep and rich, yet soft and powerful, his voice is confidence and control. Without touching me his command rides on his breath, caressing my cheek. It is his voice that moves me. My baritone lover.

"Don't move a muscle." I shutter. He is early.

I've waited hours for this. I've made myself so sick.

He unties my half apron and casually folds it, leaving it over the back of a chair. He does the same with my skirt and t-shirt. Now standing in the same spot, at the kitchen island, at the cutting board, hands hovering over the counter tiles...

Undressing behind me, I turn to peak. "Did I tell you to move? No. " That is all you have to say to me and I know that listening to you will bring more pleasure tonight than being disobedient and loud.

Heat from your body reaches out to me, only inches away. You body penetrating me without a touch, without a sound, without a sight. Standing tall, I am in your shadow.

...and you breathe. Low, long and full breaths
just above me
on me
around me

I want you to touch me. Every cell in my body aches for your touch.

I wish I'd stayed asleep today. I never thought this day would end.

...

...

...oooohhhhh, good god, you breathe in while sucking on my ear lobe and rubbing my ass. I start to move and you stop.

"No..." I beg.

"Then be good."

Turning me around, I finally see you. Serious. Naked. Erect. VERY erect.

You fondle my breasts a bit and touch my neck, your thumb running along my chin. The other hand slyly reaches around my black lace thong I am still wearing, fingers spreading my lips to find plentiful wetness.

My knees buckle as you press into me, waving your fingers in the come hither fashion, knowing I will cum for you.

...and I do.

You rub the cum from your hand onto your hard cock and then grab my jaw gently but firmly with that same wet hand and guide me down to your phallus. Fingers slipping into my mouth. Instinctively, I suck them clean as if each were a tiny cock, waiting for attention.

"How are you going to take care of me tonight?" are the only directions you give.

Starting from your balls, I suck. They are smooth, clean and delicious in my mouth. Your huge cock looming over me has a slight curve, easier for deep throat penetration. Moving my way up from the base to your tip, I lube your cock as I suck you off.

Then I start to go down on you, little by little. More and more. Wetter and wetter. Finally I go further and let you into my throat. Gagging. I try again and get a little further. Happy with myself, I grab your cock in both hands and twist them in opposite directions while sucking the head.

"That's all?", your voice stern with disappointment.

My command is to lay on the floor. You straddle my head with your knees not too far over the top of my head. Gently, you put your cock into my mouth and begin to move in an out. Nothing too rough. Slow and wet. Getting deeper with each push.

In your low deep voice, you gently tell me to relax as you push into my throat and hold, waiting for me to relax. Then pull out. You do this again, but deeper. And again, this time, your balls are on my face.

Finally relaxed and enjoying your cock deep in my mouth, I touch your hips and ass.

You then lean over, still pushing in and out of me, and start to suck my clit. My hips push up into your face. For every thrust into me, I push into you, and you receive. Your press back into me, deeply licking and sucking my pussy, dripping into my ass.

I never thought tonight could ever be this close to me.

In rhythm we form a perfect circle of lusty energy, exchanging each others treats. You tell me I am allowed to cum now. You know I can cum so easily and it is difficult to hold back.

As I cum into your mouth, your body takes over, fucking my face with force. Tonight you cum deep in my throat. Convulsing, moaning muses.

Italic type, lyrics from "Close to Me" by The Cure

Wax Poetic

2011-09-28T20:27:00.000-04:00

Fingers gripping, powerful pulling. I want more. Relax and enjoy the feeling.
Soft wet warm lips, firm tongue, soft face, eager pressure

It is your moans, your deep voice, it rattles me
Goal: evoke uncontrollable pleasure from your depths

To feel you press your ass into my face
smooth balls, falling and rubbing on me
loss of coherence in the throws of bliss

On your back, I know you will cum. On top of you I ride, thrusting and grinding until I cum.

Stiff and supine, I take control
Spit splatters as I rub your cock in one hand then two
My hands move in opposite directions, you get harder

Lips tight around your shaft
Dripping spit as I move your cock into my throat, making you weak
Popping off, strings of spit connecting, proud of my actions

You tell me I can do better. Really.
Chuckles as a challenge

Second attempt, slow, tight and wet
Your hands, my head, pushing
My tongue on your balls
Hands relax, abs tighten
pushing into me

I pull off, load shooting in my eyes
sticky hot splatters in my hair, up my nose
Rub on my lips

I win

House of Cards

2011-09-25T03:23:00.003-04:00

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Still of the earliest morning hours delicately fills the space. Flickers of light grace your skin, revealing slivers of the unknown to my eyes. The air is cool, crisp and thin. The house is heavy with sleep and exhaustion. Your breath moves in and out in a calm and rhythmic pace. Mine is shallow and silent.

Gossamer energy flows between us as we move towards each other on the bed. The second your hand touches me, I lose any previous reservations. You touch my face and I move my body to facilitate the movement of your hand over my body. My nipples are hard under my thin dress, your hands cupping and grabbing my breast. You lean over to suck my nipple through the cloth, I arch and grab.

You roll over on time of me and kiss me. The veil of the dark does not allow any distractions or recognition, just the luxury of anonymity. Hands explore, touch and penetrate. Your cock is raging hard and big. Nice shape.

As you kiss down my neck, then my nipples, then my stomach, you run your hands down my arms then my sides and my tits just as your mouth envelopes my pussy, aching for attention. Tongue and lips move smoothly and deftly over my pussy and clit, rubbing, and penetrating. You stay down on me until I have cum in your mouth, delivery to my mouth is immediate and hot. Our faces sliding off each other from the cum all over you.

Naked you lean against the headboard, spread and popped. Climbing onto you, I slowly lower my dripping body down on you, squeezing as I go. You fill me to the end. Reach the bottom, rock back and forth, grinding and gripping. Bounding over you, ass slapping, cum dripping down your balls.

Eager hands push and pull, contort into new explorations. Sky turning slightly grey, almost making out your face.

Pulling out, you cum all over my ass, rubbing it into my skin with the tip of your cock and your hands.

One last kiss.

keys gone.

still silent steely blue rising.

peaceful. satisfied.

Long Fingers

2011-09-22T20:54:00.001-04:00

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Shimmering, my black silk stockings hugging my thighs in the fluorescent light of the evening commuter train. Haggard, the temporary car inhabitants looked as if the life had been bled from them. I stuck out like a sore thumb in my sexy black heals and short black skirt, makeup fresh. My skin still plump from the long bath earlier that afternoon. The ebb and flow of the crowds sifted out of the car at each stop. I felt as if I were in a bubble watching all these people as if they were in a movie, not really involved or effecting their daily rat runs. The aura of my gentle perfume keeping the office remnants at bay.

Finally, it is my stop. I am eager to see him. It has been a long time since our last encounter, of which I spent the entire train ride reliving. He is a powerful and sensuous lover. One that allows me to relax into pure bliss.

He had told me to look for a dark metalic blue sedan. I see what I think is it and approach looking at an angle through the passenger side window to see around the reflection of the parking lot lights. The window quietly rolls down and to my surprise, it is a woman. She asks me if I am her, and I confirm. There is a bit of sting knowing that I am being picked up by someone else.

I get into the car and she informs me that he is running late and requested that she makes sure I am comfortable. By the raised corner of her mouth, I can tell she knows why I am coming to see him. Very causally, she gently rubs my thigh with her long fingers and tells me she will do her best.

We get to the house. As we walk up the front steps, I admire her shape and tight round ass. She has a sway that begs to be played with. All I can think of is grabbing her ass, but I refrain. "The skirt is made of Chinese silk. You should feel it." My heart jumps, I am caught.

It is warm inside and smells of steak and succotash, his dinner he has missed, sitting in the warmer in the kitchen.

She takes my overcoat and as it slips off she runs her hand down my bare arm. When she gets to my hand, I hold hers and pull her toward me. She leans in and kisses me first, soft, warm, luscious lips. Her tongue was petit and sweet, tasting like rosemint. I take my jacket out of her hand and toss it on the nearby armchair, keeping constant contact with her lips. She touches my face as she begins to kiss me harder and I grab her ass. The silk is incredibly soft and it slips over her ass like water over a smooth river stone.

We move to the couch where we begin to explore each others bodies. Her neck, my tits, her feet... Our fingers find the other's pussy at the same time. We are kindred spirits when it comes to how we like to be touched. Two fingers in and the thumb rubbing the clit. We are grinding down on each other when the front door closes. "It looks like you guys have gotten to know each other."

He laughs as he takes off his jacket, apologizing for being late, but sees that we have aptly found entertainment. Unbuttoning his shirt, his chest is revealed, still with a hint of summer tan remaining. He sits down in a chair and takes off his shoes and socks and spreads his legs open, leaning back. "Ladies, Why don't you come over and sit on my lap and tell me about your evening."

Giggling at being caught and knowing what is to come, we comply. Sitting on his lap we each kiss his cheek, but then we start kissing again. As we kiss, he bigins to undress us, sucking on our tits and stealing deep kisses every so often.

We drop down, both of us between his legs, and kiss his chest and lick him as we unbutton his buttonfly. His cock is hard and bulging out of his boxer briefs, looking more like a sculpture of a Greek god than a mortal man. My counterpart pulls down the waist line, exposing my lover, our lover. We both go down on him at the same time, making out with a cock in our mouths.

He stands up and we pull the remaining clothes off of him and he removes any remaining clothes off of us. He sits back down, and leans back scooting forward, allowing his legs to spread open wide. We both get in between his legs again and start sucking and licking his cock and smooth balls. My tongue glides over his balls as I suck them into my mouth while she is sucking the tip of his cock. Two mouths and four hands, we stroke and suck his cock to a raging rock hard hardon.

Our lover stands up and takes my head in his hands, pushing his cock deep into my throat. My partner is sucking my nipples and fingering me. The lover pinches my nose as he holds his cock in the depths of my throat as my partner sucks my clit and fingers me. As the lover lets go of my head and I take my first breath, I cum, grinding down into my partner's face.

The lover tells me to get on my knees and for my partner to lie down. I am over her and he is over me. I begin to suck her clit and dive my tongue into her dripping wet pussy. I think she may have already cum once. As I look up at her, a mouth full of pussy, the lover pushes is cock deep and hard into my pussy. This pushes me harder into her pussy, forcing my lips to smash into her wet pussy lips. I rub my face and lick vigorously. The harder he fucks me, the harder I go down on her.

The lover's cock is getting harder as has my partner's clit. With a few more strokes of my fingers and some slapping, my partner cums in my face. Then the lover pulls out and tells me to lie down next to my partner. He stands over us and showers us with his cum, squirting and splashing all over our bodies. We begin to make out again, rubbing each other with the slick cum.

The night has just begun.

Unstable

2011-09-19T22:35:00.002-04:00

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Fuck you leaving me waiting for you. It isn't like I take our evenings lightly. I prepare myself and the space to make what ever happens the best it can be. When I wait, I get angry, hurt and frustrated.

Finally you call to let me know you are running late. First there is a sigh of relief and then I get pissed off again that I was so worried. I gun a glass of wine from the bottle I was saving. Fuck you.

The door resounds with a loud knock and I walk over, with heavy sure steps, ready to read you the riot act. I open the door to find you utterly and completely drenched. This diffuses the moment and I start laughing. Then you got pissed at me for laughing.

Shutting the door behind you, you hang your jacket on one of the hooks by the door. I am blocking your way, standing with my legs spread in stiletto healed black leather boots. I begin to undress you, dropping your soaked clothes onto the floor in a puddling mess.

It looks like you have pissed yourself so I playfully slap your face, but you decide that I have had control long enough. You grab my by my wrists and turn me around, forcing me to walk at your quickened pace to the back room. I fall as you push me onto the bed and turn your attention to completing the disrobing of cold wet linens from your body. My disobedient, fiery streak breaks out and I stand up, hands on my hips, glaring at you.

I can already see how tonight is going to play out.

Your calm yet stern voice fills the room (tickling my pussy, but you don't know that) when you ask, "Did I ask you to get up?" I cannot help but laugh because I love it when you take control. I love it when you take what you want, but I am going to make you fight for it tonight.

In a few short steps you are in front of me, looking down at me, even in my boots. You grab my pig tales and tell me to get on my knees, pulling me down to the floor. Then, to all fours. With a riding crop in one hand you pull up my short skirt and whip my bare ass. The sting brings a lump to my throat. I look up and spit on your cock. "Oh, is that how you want to play?..." you say. You pull off my skirt, now left at my knees and then my shirt. I am on the floor in my thigh high stockings, boots and a bra, my legs bound by my skirt.

This time you slap my ass with you whole palm and grab one cheek hard in your hands, adding another lighter slap. With one leg up on the bed next to me, you tell me to spit on my hand and rub your cock. I comply. Then I spit on your cock directly and look up at you with defiant eyes. With one hand on my head you cock slap me and tell me to suck your cock. And I do. With vigor and vim. I let you move my head but my lips, tongue and teeth do what they will.

You finally had enough of my rebelliousness and pick me up and put me up against a wall. Without pretense or warning you ram your steely cock into me, fucking me hard and fast, keeping me pinned to the wall. I am in a state of fear and ecstacy. I am afraid of falling to the ground, every once in a while I slip a bit and my palms get sweaty. At the same time you are fucking me hard to the point of distraction. Then I cum hard all over you, dripping and convulsing.

You hold me by the waist and lower me to the floor and tell me to take my tits out of my bra. I do so and you fucking cum all over them, the bra, my face and my arms. A true lube job.

Maybe I am not so mad at you after all.

The Invitation

2011-09-11T21:32:00.002-04:00

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A late summer evening, balmy with a light breeze, I am dressed like Marie Antoinette, but with a mask. With a white wig, a big dress and a chocker around my neck dripping fake blood. The event tonight is a masquerade party from a group I know, but no one in particular is a friend. Without a familiar face to guide me, my eye mask is a welcome retreat.

The party is lush with two bars on each floor of the house accompanied by a generous amount of private rooms, dimly lit and well stocked, depending on your flavor. I walk into a shadowy blue bedroom with veiled lights. It is silent, cold and least appealing, empty. I grab my nipples through the thick dress and bite my lip as I look around the room, wishing I hadn't come alone. In frustration, I flop back on the bed with my arms over me head holding my wig in place.

In the silence and stillness of the room, I hear someone enter. They are closer than I realize and before I know it, there is a woman in a tight shiny black vinyl cat suit. She is a sexy Cat Woman. She is on top of me when we engage our eyes. Without a word, she begins to kiss me. It is soft, passionate and lusty. She strokes my face with gentle control and outlines the chocker around my neck with her long fingernails. As quickly as she was on me, she was off and up under my skirt, licking the top edge of my thigh high stocking. I can feel the breath from her nose on my pussy and I brace for the delicious sensation of having a woman go down on me.

"You are a bad kitty!" I hear from the still open door. The voice comes from a tall man over 6 feet tall dressed as Zorro, standing in the doorway. Instead of a sword, he is carrying a riding crop and quickly chastises the woman in vinyl. He pulls out his large cock and tells her to get on her knees and suck it. I giggle to myself at the spectacle. Zorro looks up at me and tells me to lie back down. Smiling, I do so. Next, he tells cat woman to be a good pussy licker and to eat me out properly. She stands up and pulls off underwear, leaving what looks like vinyl chaps on and her cleanly shaven smooth pussy and tight ass exposed. Nimbly, she hops up onto the bed with me underneath her and with the same ease and grace as the kiss, presents her pussy to me, just millimeters above my lips. Immediately, I reach out with my tongue and begin to stroke and wetten her pussy, running one finger in between her lips. She is smooth and wet. She moans and arches her back, pressing her ass into my face. Then she bends down and sucks my clit up into her mouth. My hips uncontrollably push up into her face. We are creating a rhythm of slick rubbing and liking, both mouths gliding over each others pussy.

Zorro appears over my head and I watch him burry every inch of his cock deep into Cat Woman. I continue sucking her clit. For a moment she pauses he facial grinding of my fleshy flower, but then she rams her tongue deep inside my pussy. Zorro is fucking her hard and I alternate between her clit and his balls. Zorry pulls his sword out and gets off the bed, giving his cock back to the mouth of Cat Woman, whipping her bare ass with the riding crop. She reacts by spitting on his cock and then suck it some more.

"Good pussy. Now lie down. And you, Dead Bitch, get over here." My dress falls to the floor as I stand and he tells me to start sucking her pussy, like I mean it. I lick her pussy and gently suck her clit and she lets out a whimper. But, he wants me to be harder on her and tells me to be more rough. I lick harder, but then he tells me that he will just have to show me. He gets in between her legs with me and starts to suck hard on her pussy lips, using his teeth a little. She squeals so I join in. My tongue mingles with his as we suck, lick and nip every inch of her pussy like we are fighting over the last piece of pie. I grap one of her nipples as he bites her clit and she fucking squirts all over our faces.

Cat Woman gets up and Zorro tells her to lick the ejaculate off of my face as I suck his cock. With my tongue wraping around the length of his huge cock, he holds the back of my head and fucks my face. Cat Woman is thrilled and licks around the edge of my lips and his cock as he pounds me. After a few bouts of gagging, he pulls out with his cock in his hand and tells us to get ready. Cat Woman and I put our mouths next to each other, begging loudly for his cum. Zorry shoots his load onto our faces and into our mouths, rubbing the head of his cock on both of our cheeks. When he is done, Cat Woman and I begin to kiss, exchanging all of our cum from the night.

Lunch Break

2011-09-09T23:40:00.001-04:00

Still from 2006 BMW commercial, GENIUS!!

My keys are on top of my desk, next to the keyboard. My purse in on the floor next to my chair. There is no need to be too obvious about it. 12:45pm and it is time to leave for lunch. With a skip in my step I head to my old manual shift VW. Across the parking lot is my coworker. We get into the car at the same time. Without speaking, I drive to a new part of a quiet neighborhood just outside the office. I pull over in front of a house. Maybe someone is home. Maybe it is empty, its inhabitants at work or shopping. It is worth the risk.

The noisy engine is silenced, the emergency break is on and I lean over. Before I have my face at his crotch, his pants are unzipped and his hard cock is popping up at me. I giggle. This is a fun game we play. I start by licking the shaft of his cock, get it nice and lubed. Then I suck on the side, moving up to the head. When at the head, I look up at him and open my mouth wide, letting the bed of my tongue just barely touch the tip. My interim lunch lover is silent as I close my lips around his cock and start pumping him like a piston. He likes it hard and when I have my teeth inside my lips, biting the inside of my lips as I go down on him. Extra pressure to give extra pleasure during our short lunchbreak interludes.

His hands on my head, only just to keep me from coming up too high, he pushes back into me. I can feel his cock widen and get hotter which means he is about to shoot a load in my mouth. He starts to cum and he moves my head over his cock faster and harder. I stay there until his body has relaxed and I come up, sucking every last bit of cum off of and out of his cock. With a grin, I swallow and wipe my lips with two fingers. Then, I reach in the back seat and grab our lunches. We have 5 minutes to eat before having to head back. It is silent.

I drive back to the office. We get out of the car at the same time. We start walking to our separate entrances at the same time. He turns and thanks me for lunch. I just grin and walk back into my office. Wet.

Unravelled

2011-09-08T13:52:00.004-04:00

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Looking like the walking wounded, I haven't slept for three nights and you walk into my room as fresh as a daisy and chipper. Seeing you this way, full of life and energy, seems to make me all the more worn out and despondent. Laying on my bed, wrapped in a post bath robe and lolling off to sleep, you strip down and get completely naked then lay next to me. Propping your head up in your hand, you throw me a puppy-like playful grin. You want to get your way, but I am too tired. I just cannot do it.

Gently you slip your hand under my robe and caress my abdomen. You are slow and careful, feeling my body for any response. You uncover my tits and lightly pinch my nipples which respond without my consent. Grateful for my nipples, you lean down and suck on them, biting them a little. I hate you. It feels so good and I can feel my back arch, wanting more. On this you run your hand down my stomach to my pussy, slightly damp and soft from the bath. Your hand cups me at first and then begins to press. I moan in protest as I turn my hips a little more toward you.

Moving above me, I become defensive. I really don't want a lot of activity. I am fucking exhausted. Pulling my hands away from your body, you pin me down and go down on me. You waste no time at penetrating me, first separating my lips and then flicking my clit with your tongue. My juices flow and I am immediately wet. Your mouth is hot and dripping as you press into me, then back off, sucking my clit as you pull away and then fingering me. My pussy swells as I get more and more excited. Fuck you for making me so horny. Now I won't let you stop. With my hands free I press you hard into my pussy and grind onto your face. You laugh at my change of attitude, but are eager to make me cum. You play with my asshole with a finger as you fuck me with other fingers in a "come hither" motion. All the while you are stimulating my clit which is the fasted way to give me a big orgasm. I am too tired to hold back and I know I am going to climax, so I let go. My body convulses in almost painful waves as I squirt ejaculate all over your face and hands.

Sitting up, you rub your raging cock against my pussy, slick with cum and begin to jerk off. Feeling a bit more giving, I pull you up and have you sit on my chest as I suck you off, you thrusting into my face. It isn't long before you cum. I can taste the first shot in my mouth, but you pull out to shoot it all over my face, rubbing you cock on my lips and cheeks as your orgasm grips you.

Gently, you get up, hand me a towel, helping me wipe my face and pussy. Then you kiss me goodnight. "Please make sure to lock the door on the way out."

Sloppy and Rough

2011-09-07T14:43:00.001-04:00

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With you hands in my hair, you fucking force your cock deep into my throat, gagging me. You pinch my nose so I cannot breathe just momentarily. As you pull my head off a long stream of thick spit connects your cock and my mouth. On my knees, I look up at you and I spit a huge load onto your cock and grab it with my hands, jerking you off before you plunge deep into my throat again. I can hear that moan of needing to cum before you release me once again.

I slip between you legs and slap you ass, telling you to bend over. I spread your tight ass and spit on your asshole before I pucker up my lips and suck it. You press into me and I begin to rub my face in your crack. My pussy tightens when you do that. With my face covered in spit, I run down beneath you and suck your balls as I jerk you off with one wet hand. With the other hand I gently stim your asshole. Everything in your base region is screaming with pleasure as your rock and thrust over me, moaning.

Stopping, I reappear from between your legs and look up and you, hair matted and messy, face slimed with spit. You take my jaw into you hand and slap me hard with your cock a few times. Each time I laugh and you cock slap me a little bit harder.

Still holding me by the face, you pull me up. I spit and you and laugh. You slap me and turn me around. Without a moment of hesitation you shove your raging cock into my pussy. All of our play has made me hot, swollen and dripping wet. This isn't love making though, this is hard core fucking. You slam you cock into me all the way to the base with power and force. I can feel my teeth hit each other with every thrust. You have with one hand grabbing my hip with force and the other hand with a fist full of hair.

Suddenly you pull out and slap my ass hard. It stings like a mother fucker and my eyes water. You tell me to get down on my knees and beg. I get down and spit on your cock. You laugh a deep and slightly sinister laugh and slap me with you cock. It is bulging and bright red. I can tell, against your will, that you are about to shoot your load. You slap my face with you hand, but not that hard, just enough to let me know you are serious. You have your cock in one hand and my face in the other. Then you repeat yourself and, "Beg for my cum! And mean it." With big open eyes I look up and you and get for your cum. You demand that I beg louder. And then louder. I am almost screaming for your cum and now that is all I can think about. I just want that orgasmic spunk splashing on my face and in my mouth. You cry out as you cum, jerking your cock and forcing yourself to look at me, and you cum all over me, rubbing your cock in my mouth and all over my face.

Like empty shell casings we fall to the ground in search of recovery.

The Good Student

2011-09-06T22:01:00.001-04:00

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It all started with a text. "Do you have any free time right now?" it said. I wrote back that I was busy, but would love to see him, even if just for a minute. He texted back, "Look to your left." And there he was, sitting at one of the tables nearby. I jumped up and ran over to see him. Our greeting hug turned into something more of a sensual embrace, his arms wrapped tightly around my body and one of my arms around his head. At that moment things changed. We grabbed our things and walked to the hallway in the library, outside a large two floor book room. Quickly we went inside and up to the second floor. It was secluded. The green tint of the harsh florescent lights mixed with the dingy smell of books sitting in the same place for years on end lent a feeling of aloneness.

With mutual instigation, our lips meet, and then our tongues, followed by our bodies. Your kisses are so tender and rick. Your touch is strong and passionate. You grab my ass then my a tit. My hands grab your face, trying to get more and more out of you. There was nothing contrived or uncomfortable when you put your hand down the front of my pants, feeling my cleanly shaven pussy. Hips thrusting forward, you fingers slip into my wet pussy. I suck your fingers clean and then go down on you. You cock already out of the zipper. Your hands are on my head, pushing me down, controlling the speed and depth of each stroke of my mouth over your hard thick rod. I look up with your cock in my mouth and you are looking down at me, down on my knees, sucking your cock. You are trying not to cum, but a few last pumps through my soft lips tightly wrapped around your cock and you cannot control yourself. I can hear you pant and moan and then I taste your sweet cum in my mouth. You pull me up and kiss me more, the remnants of your cum still in my mouth, now shared with you.

We chat a little and laugh, eventually walking separate directions.

You want me? Well fucking come and get me

2011-09-06T17:33:00.003-04:00

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Usually coming three times works for me and I am sated. Then, there are those lovers that just turn me on when I thought I was done. Even now I can still feel the need to have his cock in every part of my body, fucking filling me.

Your voice still echos in my ear like an internal vibrator. Who knew that the phone could become such an erotic tool.

I know how to touch myself and you know what you want. I want so badly to be told what to do. Your command pervade the phone line into the air around me in my room. Being late and making you wait was a naughty thing for me to do. Luckily, I am rewarded with the one thing I wanted so badly last night. You told me what to do and how to make you cum.

Quietly and deeply, but sternly you talk to me, giving me direction and the story of how you will use me. I am fucking myself with a long ribbed dildo, hard and deep. After a day of pure anticipation, my first orgasm is an easy achievement, and slightly uneventful.

In your expertise, you know I am not done. You know that you can make me cum harder. Sliding the dildo into my ass, I follow your orders, fucking myself hard, as if you were controlling the dildo and then I add my Hitachi vibrator. It is so powerful it needs to be plugged into the wall. I can barely make out what you are saying and at times I am listening to you listen to me. This time I came hard, really hard. I was dripping cum and ejaculate all over the floor. I lost the ability to stay upright and dropped the vibrator to the floor and collapsed on the bed.

In my ear I hear how you are fucking my tits while I continue to fuck all of my holes. The need to have another orgasm rushes into my body. This time I am grabbing my tits and writhing around as you cum in the story. I keep going and cum again, pinching my stiff nipples, wishing for a wash in your cum. I can hear the smile in your faint laughter.

Then there was total silence.

Relaxing into bed, giggling, I reminisce about the phone call just spent. Amazingly, I get horny again. I fell asleep with the need to hear more and feel more.

I'm Ready

2011-09-05T13:37:00.000-04:00

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It was the silence on the other end of the phone line, broken with a few breaths and moans mixed with an occasional demand that made me cum. The distantly familiar voice giving me direction stirred up the unique sense of knowing a stranger, then fucking them. Naked on my bed, my creamy skin lit in the evening light against the crimson sheets, my phone in one hand and a dildo in the other. I started fucking myself hard, keeping the phone close to my pussy so he could hopefully hear just how wet and creamy I already was. Just knowing he was listening, just hearing his breath, I came hard. My dildo was covered in creamy white cum. By his direction, I take the silicone shaft into my mouth. Licking off the cum and sucking it, imagining it is his dick. I press hard into my mouth, the smooth silicone slides easily into my throat. I fuck myself as if he were shoving his dick hard and fast into my mouth. I can hear the suction sounds. He knows what I am doing. When I take the dildo out, I have thick strings of saliva connecting my mouth and the tip of the replacement cock. It looks like precum and I wish it were. Rolling over on my stomach I take the purple cock into my mouth again, gagging and cumming. I tell him how I want to suck his asshole and rim him with my stiff tongue and then suck his balls while I stroke his shaft covered in my spit. Then, he fucks my tits until he cums hot and hard all over my tits, neck and face. His voice at then end of the call makes me shake in my last throws of orgasm. I cannot stop thinking about how the sound of his voice made me cum.

The Restaurant Booth

2011-09-05T01:57:00.005-04:00

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Sitting in a dark booth with dingy green light at a slightly run down bar, I am waiting for my date. The place is set up like a Turkish harem den, each booth has a thin veil covering the entrance and the walls are high, making separate personal little spaces for each party. Everything is cast in shadows and nothing is really as it seems.

The curtains part and a tall man I have never met before sits in the booth, unaware of my presence. The server comes over, peaks in and asks for an order. At that moment, he sees I am there and we each order a drink. There is silence between us. He slides a little closer to me as our eyes lock. I run my hand along the torn velvet cushion and come to his thigh. It is tight and strong. Instinctively I gip with my hand. This acted like a signal and he slid back just enough to expose his bulge. His pants are popped up a little through his fitted jeans. I move closer, grabbing his cock through his pants. It is raging hard.

My nimble fingers make quick work of his belt buckle and zipper. Immediately my hand was on flesh, without a pause, I lean over and go straight down on his cock. He lets out a deep sigh as my lips move down his shaft. I come back up and spit in my hand and then on his cock, coating it with slick saliva.

I hear the server coming to drop off the drinks so I quickly sit up and take a sip of my cocktail. When I look back my booth-mate has his pants down to his knees. Quickly, I slip under the table and come up between his legs, licking a nipping at his thighs as I get to his cock. This time I start with his balls. My mouth is so wet that one ball slides over my lips, filling my mouth, with ease. My tongue is eager to find more and reaches for his tight asshole. He responds by lifting his ass a little off the seat, so I have easier access.

I let go of his testicle and let my mouth give full attention to his asshole. I spit on my hands and stroke his shaft as I suck and lick his asshole. As I come up to the tip of his raging red dick, my hands are well lubed and stroking him with twists and thrusts. My mouth covers the tip of his cock and he is thrusting into my hands and mouth. I take away one hand and keep the other moving with my mouth. Then I take the other away and go all the way down. There is a moment of hesitation as his cock enters my throat. Then with a gentle pop, he has penetrated me to the fullest extent and I can taste his balls with my tongue. His fingers are tightly woven into my hair as my mouth and throat fit and squeeze his cock like a warm fleshy glove. He pushes and pulls my head and hesitates a moment. I pull up and I can taste his precum in my mouth. I grab the outside of his ass with one hand and then the base of his cock with the other as I twist and twirl over his cock like a screw cap.

The moment is filled with a palpable tension of orgasm and fear of getting caught. I can feel his cock getting hotter and harder. The rapid pulsing of his cock tells me he is about to cum. Just before he come in my mouth, he pushes me away and grabs his cock, aiming at my face and open mouth. His cum shoots out and splashes into my face, spraying into my eyes and nose. His cum is hot as he finishes his orgasm on my face.

I suck up the last of the cum off of his cock. He hands me a napkin to wipe my face off as I emerge from under the table. He zips up, I straighten my hair and we finish our drinks. He exits and I am sitting there at the table with two empty glasses and a flush face when my date shows up.

What makes a good lover?

2011-09-04T16:09:00.001-04:00

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He took his sandals off as we were sitting at the bar, I love the fact that he felt more comfortable without them, even in public. After an interlude of conversations with some friends at a nearby table, he turns to me, leans in and touches my forearm ever so lightly and says that he wants to continue our conversation. At this point I am more than happy. His smile lights up the room and is dangerously sexy. We are talking about my favorite subject, sex. He wants to know what makes my top lovers so great. Instead of telling him, I want him to show me what he thinks a great lover does, but alas, it is I that must divulge my inner workings this night. What I said and what I really wanted to say were two different things. I wanted to tell him how I love hearing impassioned breath in my ear and on my body and then to show him. I told him about how a lover must be intuitive, responsive and engaged, but I wanted the experience and not the words. I didn't tell him how my favorite lovers grind into me sometimes, pressing my clit hard, making me cum. Oh, and kissing! I want to feel with my lips! Kiss me gently sometimes, hard others, kiss my nipples and my pussy, my belly and my ass. I want to feel all of the pleasures of your body and for you to feel all of mine. This is something I was craving to show him, but did not. While telling him about my most intimate moments and the need for my lover to know without asking if I have cum or now, I was imagining moving and dancing with him, naked and exposed. At the end of the conversation, we stood up facing each other. It was strangely magnetic and lovely.

High Energy

2011-09-03T15:30:00.002-04:00

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In the cool of the morning, sometimes I just walk around naked, grabbing my tits, pinching my nipples, caressing my ass. This was one of those mornings. I woke up wanting to get fucked. I stop off in the kitchen, pinching and pulling on my nipples. I sit in my chair by the window, coffee in one hand and my clit in the other. Then I shower, wack off some more. Listen to some heavy, sexy, guitar driven rock and dance around, occasionally falling on the bed to play a bit more. Get some work done, watch some porn. Run a few errands, doing kegels the entire time, getting wetter by the second. I am not going to let myself get off with a huge orgasm just yet. This is going to be saved for my lover. I can already feel my cum dripping down his cock as he fucks me up against a wall, full penetration, his body slamming into me and me into the wall. I can feel every inch slide in and out, every slap and every pinch. Fucking him is a full body experience. Sweat, spit, precum and cum all lube the way to ecstacy and hard core fucking. Can't wait!

Ten

2011-09-02T23:31:00.001-04:00

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How could I have imagined such a night? Confident in my stride, I ask a tall, light and sexy man over to play. Little did I realize that his offering was equally as urgent and intriguing as mine. It is not a night of inexperience and gelatinous emotions. He is hot and hung. My favorite combination! Immediately I realize that he knows what he wants and is a match for my experience and intuition.

His body is firm under my fingers as I lift his shirt to kiss his stomach. The delicious smell of his skin intoxicates me. My tongue, as if on command, reaches out and licks. Between his knees as he sits in my chair, I gently lift the edge of his jeans, wanting to let my tongue to give my lover a hint of what is to come.

As he unbuckles his belt, the anticipation of seeing his cock is consuming me. I pull down the top of his underwear and lick. Wet and probing, my tongue and lips are eager to please. Immediately I go down on him. He has a strong large cock with tasty smooth skin.

His pants come off and I sink down in between his thighs. Feeling his balls on my face I get down low and suck one of his balls into my mouth, my tongue moving around the base of his raging hardon. Looking up at his face, I let his balls slide out of my mouth as I run my tongue up the shaft of his cock. Without hesitation, I go down on him, stroking his cock with my lips and tongue. I can taste the precum in my mouth.

He grabs my tits out of my bra and over the top. They are large and soft. He is still sitting in the chair, so I lean forward and slide his cock between my boobs. I push them together to create a soft wet enclosure for his cock. He thrusts into me, his tip rubbing and gliding up my chest.

Before he cums he stops me and reaches down between my legs. His fingers skillfully penetrate my pussy, he knows how to finger a woman, that is for sure. He is able to quickly bring me to an orgasm or two with rubbing my clit and finger fucking me. I have cum all over his hand.

Then, I go back to work on his cock, placing it back in between my boobs. As he thrusts up I reach down and suck the tip quickly. My tongue, the excited playmate to his cock, keeps us lubed up. He thrusts so hard into me that I know he is feeling full penetration.

Elevated to a frenzy, he starts to shoot his load all over my tits. I rub his hard bursting cock into my nipples as he comes. I am covered in his giz and rub my tits with it, slick and hot.

What a delicious treat indeed!

Sex, beer and Rock 'n Roll

2011-08-28T00:02:00.003-04:00

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He is an amazing lover. The way he fucks me is delicious, but it is even better when we have great sex and then he goes to a woman next to us and fucks her as he watches me with another partner. Our nights out are filled with a menagerie of images and situations. New bodies and different sensations always in play. In the heat of the summer bodies sweat and slide in rhythm with each other creating an orgiastic orchestra of fucking, sucking and ass slapping. Georges guides me around from room to room, sometimes stopping to fuck, other times I will suck him off as he fingers another woman. When he is inside of me, I lose track of time and space, feeding off of the energy of the others around me, but only faintly aware of their presence. It is live action porn. Orgasms and cum shots everywhere you look. By the end of the night, in the wee hours of the morning, I am satisfied.

The next night is a different type of orgasm. It is that of the sexual powers of rock. Powerful, guitar driven rock. My body moves freely, remembering the many men I fucked and endless number of lips that I kissed from only a handful of hours before. Sexy men and women up on stage singing and pumping out waves of passionate vibrations penetrating my body from every angle, every cell in my body is awake and alive. The power of the music pushes through me, clearing any remnant of unhappiness clear out of my body. I shake and move to the thrashing sounds of the guitar driven rock that pulsates like a cock in my pussy, but there is a huge difference; live music sets my entire body up for orgasm. Orgasm is achieved.

The next night in this series deserves its own post. Sensuous, beautiful, fun and new...I have stumbled upon someone wonderful and stunning.

Ride It On

2011-07-03T16:28:00.000-04:00

There is something to be said for a good cup of tea on a rainy afternoon. At least when this cup of tea is with him.

Sitting on the couch, we relax into the cushions, our hands warm from the hot tea. The rain outside falls in steady waves, creating a backdrop of tantalizing wetness. The conversation stops. Our eyes locked. It is one of those uncomfortable moments when you feel completely naked while completely clothed. I can feel myself stiffen up. Our eyes having had their own conversation. I start biting my bottom lip, your eyes move to my mouth. You take my cup out of my hands and place it on the coffee table in front of us. My anxiety is apparent in my short quick breaths and stiff posture. You reach out and touch the side of my face, your palm near my mouth. Your hands radiating the warmth of the tea cup. Closing my eyes for a moment I turn my face into your hand, but you push my face back toward you. You lean forward, your lips barely touch mine. I wait there, feeling our breath mingle and exchange patterns. But, the urge to kiss you deeply take over and I lean into you, licking the tip of your tongue, caressing it as a phallus.

Your left hand grabs my breast. Your fingers play with the dense erect flesh of my nipple. I arch my back to allow you to get closer, to feel the flesh through the cotton of my shirt with your lips and tongue. Your right hand grabs at my inner thigh. The urgency of your desires expressed through the energy in your fingertips. Deftly you fingers find the moist lips of my pussy, now swollen with need. Without hesitation you slip a finger and then another into me. This activates my body, relaxing me into a pre-orgiastic deluge.

I push you into the seat of the couch and rest your head on the top back. Standing up, I slip of my thong and straddle you, my pussy inches away from your face. I move in closer, my knees on either side of you. You grab my ass and pull my pussy into your face. The immediate sensation of your hot wet mouth and your eager tongue bring me closer to orgasm. You slip a finger in as you suck, nibble and bit my clit. The other hand has a firm grip on my breast. I cannot stop myself. I press into you, grinding my pussy into your hand and mouth, cumming before you expect, leaving your face creamy and wet.

I stand up and before I know it your pants are off and you have me pinned to the wall, with my ass in your hands you fuck me hard and relentlessly. My pussy is so wet, my cum drips and splatters with each thrust.

You pull out and put me on my knees in front of you, you telling me to take out my tits. I do and you put your cock in my mouth, fucking my face as you reach down to feel my mouth around your hard cock and then to my breasts.

You are about to cum and decide you want to cum fucking my tits. The head of your cock slides up my chest between my big soft tits, I am holding them together, surrounding your rock hard cock in titty goodness. I can feel your body stiffen up, your hand is at the base of your shaft, gently touching your balls, and you beging to shoot your load. As you do, you thrust into my tits, rubbing and pushing, your moans equal to the orgasm shaking your core.

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Coming Up Stairs

2011-06-17T00:31:00.000-04:00

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Fucking muggy. Everything is hot and sticky to the touch. My thighs sub against one another in a slick swiping motion as I walk up the concrete stairs. I play with my kegel muscle at the same time, creating a nice little orgasm with the heat and weather induced wetness. The draft from the stairwell door opening blows up my legs and under my short brown skirt in a fast wisp. A gentle and all too temporary relief from the heat.

Walking up the stairs at a more southern pace than usual enjoying myself, I slow down a bit more to allow the new person in the stairwell to pass me without causing further heat or friction.

There is a moment, and it was literally an instant, an awkward moment, one that you laugh in thinking it could happen, but when it does it is startling and a little freaky.

I had slowed down on the stairs, slightly sweaty and very hot and as I turned my head slightly to see who this person was and to see if they were going to finally pass me on the stairs I see feel his hand glide up my inner thigh, catching the cum I had produced from walking up the stairs now mixed with my sweat.

It wasn't as if we were strangers, but how could I ever have imagined this would really happen. I mean, this is the stuff of fantasies! He was my type; intelligent, foreign, tall, thin and with eyes that penetrate before contact.

In all honesty, my first reaction was one of horror. Embarrassed and shy, I blush, creating thick beads of sweat dripping off my forehead and upper lip, but he licked his finger and grabbed my head and kissed me, sharing my cum in his mouth. All those years of glimpses and brushing up against one another came to fruition in this very instant. No words.

His hand were certain with direction and pressure. They were quick to feel the contours of my body under the thin cotton shirt. I leaned into his kiss as I turned around and took a step down. Deeply locked in what seemed to be a sexual docking station for our mouths. His hands were slick across my body and up to my bra, quickly removing one breast at a time from their shack holds.

The next thing I know, my shirt is up over my tits. One hand of his is on one and the other is squeezing the other as he suck, bights and twirls my nipple with his mouth. It is obvious that his tongue has many talents. My first instinct is to press his head hard into my breast. He follows that gesture and presses harder into me, pushing me into the stairs.

At this moment, I am keenly aware that I am in the stairwell of an institution of which I belong. However, there are certain forces of nature and will that render this fact moot. All I care about now is getting his hard cock into me.

Being clumsy in the heat and awkward situation, I attempt to reach for his buckle and zipper, but he is intent on feeling me, the whole me. Impatient, and a little scared, I push him away and get to undoing his pants. My bare ass is sitting on the no so cold concrete steps as I quickly, without any preoccupation, take his hard cock deep into my mouth. His moan of gave me the signal that he was happy with my work. That and his hand on my head as I twisted my tongue up his shaft and then around the lip of the head.

He could have fucked my face and cum, but I wanted to feel him in my presoaked pussy. Giggling, we ran up one more flight of stairs in order to be just that much farther away from potential traffic. He grabbed my hips from behind me, and in what seems to be one slick move, had my skirt up at my waist, my black lace thong pulled to the side and his dick sliding hard into me in a deep, heavy impatient thrust. I could feel my pussy grabbing him as I pressed back into him. He fucked me hard and reckless, grabbing my tits, pinching my nipples, sticking his thumb up my ass.

I could tell he was suddenly nervous. He asked me if he could cum and I just moaned, "uh-huh". He turned me around and pressed his cock into my right tit, digging into the nipple with the head of his cock as he came. He let out low deep panting as his cum began to drip off of my tit and onto my skirt.

We looked at each other and smiled. Maybe it was knowingly, but more like we had our own private secret. We put ourselves back together and he turn to go down the stairs and out to the next floor. He looked up and me and said "Thanks!" and was gone. I went up to the next floor and into the bathroom to adjust myself and to giggle with excitement.

This man stays constant in my fantasies and I want more of him. I can feel him in me when I think about how he touches me, how he smell, and the feel of his cock.

Knowing Myself

2011-01-18T18:47:00.000-05:00

Being an ethical slut is not an easy route to live. It means that sometimes I will get burned. Not literally, but rather, in other less physical ways.

I like to fuck. It feels good to connect with another being on a totally physical level. Each person has their own energy. Some are more alluring to me.

Recently, one of the more alluring beings reminded me of a few lessons I had let pass. After a few nights of kissing and another night of incredible sex, I confessed how my first kiss with him felt. It was like a volt of electricity. It was so powerful, I sought it again and again until we finally had sex. His response, he did not feel that. While a let down, I was happy to please myself and continue seeking his lusty kisses and passionate fucking.

Then, I began to fall for him. One other thing...he is married.

The last time I spoke with him I found out he made out with a friend of mine. He had alluded to the fact that he was attracted to her, and this caused a bit of jealousy. Maybe it is just easier not to know, even though I really have no problem with what he did. What bothered me is I realized that I had fallen for a player and now a friend of mine was in the same trap.

Ouch.

There is nothing wrong with this man. This is who he is. I was the fool for wanting to make love so deeply that I allowed myself to be fooled. Sigh...

There is always his friend who is single...and many many others. I just need to get over the attachment I have for this man, Torino.

Fulfillment

2010-10-14T11:11:00.000-04:00

Auguste Rodin, The Crouching Woman, 1880-82, painted plaster

It is not very often that a deep seated fantasy plays out and is everything I hoped for without being contrived or forced. When the reality sets in that the scenario dreamed of is truly happening, it increases the erotic forces of nature at that moment, heightening all senses to the inevitable crescendo of powerful orgasms.

I could see him stealing looks from across the room. He would sometimes catch my eyes, but he would quickly look away. Then a moment later, he would be talking with someone in full conversation, but his gaze would be on my breasts. I did wear the bra that would present them in full view. I wanted him to look. As the night went on and our eyes met more and more frequently, our bodies got closer as well. It had been so long since I had felt his presence. Our magnetism was still strong after all these years. I found myself shocked at how attracted I was to him.

Looking at his watch, he casually asks me if I have time this evening. Without skipping a beat, we are out the door and on the street, walking in the gentle autumn breeze not yet harsh. We are friends and our conversation is about our lives. Comfortable.

I invite him in. I close the curtains.

Silently, he is upon me. His hands firmly grip me on my hip and breast. The warmth of his body sweeps into my back The warm and gentle breath that escapes his mouth teases my neck and ear. We are frozen, like a sculpture. Slightly bent and contorted, our Rodinian position changes only slightly as his hand slides down the front of my skirt. I can feel my pussy dripping before his fingers part my lips and hold my clit. He gently bites me and breathes in my ear which act like a switch, forcing my hips to move into him, finding his hard cock trapped in his boxers.

In a swift gesture, he turns my body with one hand, twisting me onto his extended finger, penetrating my body. And just as quickly, he has me on the bed, laid out flat, kissing my body, fingering my pussy and undressing me.

Off come my tights, panties and skirt. My long tie and bra stay on. He strong lean body hovers over me, the tip of his cock teasing me mercilessly. Then he allows himself to slide in, pushing into my flesh. I can feel his cock fill me, touching places that titillate and excite me. He is agressive today, maybe responding to my carnal need to get fucked hard. He can sense my inner slut begging to be released and he fucks me harder. He grabs my hair and pushes into me. Pounding his cock deep into my pussy until our bones meet.

Then he flips over and I am on top. My tie falling over his abdomen. His cock is between my legs as I begin to stroke him. It it my cock now. As I jerk him off, it is like I am jerking myself off. I can feel sensations of the erection in my body as if I were experiencing the masturbation as a man. I can feel myself begin to cum as he ejaculates all over his stomach. My cum dripping over his balls and ass.

Gently, I back away and lick up his cum. Gently sucking his stomach as he continues to feel the powerful orgasm. I swallow. I crawl over him and kiss him. Deeply. I had no idea I was going to have the chance to use his cock as my own. What a treat!

We know each other well

2010-09-26T20:01:00.000-04:00

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It may seem boring to others that we have such candid conversations. In fact, it sometimes is so pragmatic I forget our situation and get hurt. Really, however, talking about what it is we want and desire to explore is necessary and healthy. Not only do we get what we actually want, but there are no hidden agendas.

Do you know what I want? It seems so simple, given our history. I want you to want to please me. I want you to make it your goal to fulfill my inner most-desire. In the years we have been doing this, I have never ejaculated for you. I get so close, but I cannot. It is like peeing for you. I become inhibited and shy. But, I want you to take it. I want to squirt all over you, forcing you to shower when we are done. I want to feel your hard cock fuck me so deep our bones smack together, bruising my labia. Or that moment I cannot move because of pure pleasure as you fist me with you slender yet strong hand. Keep it going. Harder. Faster. Relentless. Let me have my vibe so I can tickle my clit until I cannot take it anymore and I cum. I ejaculate. I quiver and make a mess over both of us. It isn't pretty. It is a contracted, contorted electrocution of powerful energy, stopping time in its tracks. I want you to do this. If not you, then that is a dream for my closet. Sure, I can ejaculate for someone else, but it is you that I want to do this for.

Hide and Seek

2010-09-09T07:27:00.000-04:00

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Bounding up the stairs, I dashed and darted around the books. Peaking down each isle, I am looking for a sign of my playmate. With a quick glance, I catch the top of his curly hair and run down the row of books, lifting the words and dust off the pages in swirls of excitement and activity.

He is there at the back corner of the mezzanine, his devilish smile gracing his gentle face. A few greetings are exchanged as our lips touch and drip into each other. There is something undeniably enticing about my Little Devil. He is so gentle, yet passionate. His hands are down my pants, grabbing at my pussy and the crack of my ass. However, I know we are on a timeline.

In a small strange corner with a long thin window overlooking a busy Manhattan street, I kneel down and lift up his shirt. The skin of his stomach is soft on my cheek and nose as I unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. My adrenaline has me moving quickly, with deft precision and excitement.

With his cock in my hand I drop my mouth down his shaft. His hardness is given added pleasure from the silky movements of his uncut skin in my mouth and hands. I run my mouth down the side of the shaft, finding his cleanly shaven balls. Sucking and licking, I press into the deep base of is cock at the perineum. When I come back up he is ready to cum. His hand gently on my head, he lets me know how fast he wants me to suck and stroke him in order to get to a climax. Without hesitation, he cums in my mouth. I suck out the last of his orgasm and swallow his gift.

We giggle. Our work is done and we exit the room of old stories with one of our own.

Rainy Day

2010-08-22T11:46:00.000-04:00

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It is a soggy wet morning. One of those days when the air is as thick as soup and bodies are sticky. The increased humidity feels good as the light breeze from the drizzle outside tickles and cools my skin. The delicious feeling of my nakedness makes my pussy lips swell. Lazily laying on my bed the cool wind plays with the wetness dripping from my core. A hard cock and a wet mouth would be ideal at this moment. My fingers find my clit soaked and lubed and I begin to rub my lips and finger myself, enjoying the sensations of the breeze taunting my skin.

There is a knock at the door. Annoyed, I throw on a cotton dress, previously strewn on the floor. No time to wash my hands. Looking through the peephole, I gladly see a familiar face. It is a friends from the area paying a lazy Sunday visit. As I open the door and let him in, a drip of juice from my pussy drips down my leg and around my ancle.

It turns out he had a long night and was still up. He couldn't sleep and knew that I would be awake so decided to pay a visit. We sat on the couch for a bit, talking about his night out. Remembering my manners, I got up to get him a drink. My wetness had soaked through and the light cotton stuck to my rear end, just for a moment as I walked away. I wasn't sure if he noticed.

Returning with a couple cups of coffee, I noticed my friend has decided to recline on the couch. One foot is up on the cushion an the other on the floor. With his eyes closed, one hand rubs a nipple through his t-shirt and the other his obviously raging hard cock through his jeans. Instantly my body floods with eager desire to fuck him.

Instead, I clear my throat and walk in the room with the fresh coffee, hot in my hands. Startled, he sits up with a smile on his face and takes his cup from my hand.

We sit there in awkward silence. Things have changed. The easy conversation from before has disappeared, replaced by unspoken desires. He sets his coffee down and plays with his hands nervously. I follow his gesture and put my coffee down as well, hoping this opens up an opportunity. Then he starts talking some sort of gibberish about how he is open about many things. I see where this is heading and slide closer to him.

With our knees touching, I lean over to whisper in his ear and pause, letting the proximity of my mouth to his body make an effect. His breath stops as he reaches around to touch my face. He turns his head and his lips touch mine. There is an instant sensation of lust, making my mouth water.

Without hesitation, my hands touch his chest as he cups a breast in one hand. They are each more than a handful begging him to move, play and fondle. He moves his hand quickly over my body, looking for the edge of a shirt and finds the end of my dress. With hungry fumbling hands, he takes my dress of over my head and plants his face in my tits. I grab his shirt and get that off, feeling his skin and body hair on my nakedness.

When he realizes just how wet I am he slides in two fingers and follows with his mouth. His tongue and lips work magic on my pussy and clit. I can feel myself cum hard. His mouth eagerly sucks and licks up my cum.

Over me, he kisses me with a deep penetrating kiss, mixing my cum in our saliva. I see his cock pushing through his pants. I reach to release it from its prison, but he gets to it first. With deft movements, he is completely exposed within seconds. A moment after that, he is on me, the tip of his cock just touching the outer layers of my lust. Our eyes engage as he pushes into me. Hard and hot, we both lose our breath for a moment, savoring the feeling of initial insertion. Then, with tentative small strokes, he begins to fuck me.

His cock is raging and he has to stop a couple of times in order to keep himself from cumming. I keep pulling him into me. Harder, faster, deeper. The pressure builds and I can feel it. I cum and ejaculate all over him as he continues to pound me with ferocity. He quickly pulls out. I sit up and put his dripping mass into my mouth. He is standing there, immobile as I lick, twist and swirl my mouth and hand over his shaft and balls. His voice squeaks and I know he is about to cum. He pulls out and unloads his cum all over my tits, grinding his cock into my chest, mixing his gism with my sweat.

Laying in our mess on the couch we kiss and touch, coming off of the unexpected orgiastic sensations. I get up to shower, leaving him on the couch to finally drift off to sleep.

The Anatomy of an Orgasm

2010-08-18T13:07:00.000-04:00

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...with a lover...

The initial penetration is always a rush. No matter how many times I fuck, there is something so satisfying about feeling that stiff rod part my wet flesh, rubbing the sensitive skin as it slides in for its initial voyage that day. Something changes in me. Electric waves begin to pulsate through my skin and bones, radiating out through my finger tips and toes.

Smelling my lover, I close my eyes and stop trying to get off. It just happens. Sometimes, it is like I can feel the energy from my lovers cock penetrate through my body and out the top of my head. It is at these moments when I grab their ass and pull them into me hard.

Like a hungry child, my g-spot roars into life and will not settle until it is satiated. Tingling, verging on the edge of pain and torture, appear as if having risen from the depths of the earth. The harder my lover fucks me, slamming into me, stimulating my clit, the wetter I get and the more the more the tingling crescendos.

I can be held in this painful and urgent state for quite some time before I allow myself or am allowed to cum. The actual orgasm is slightly painful in the most pleasurable of ways. The tingling takes on a certain vibrational frequency matched to the movement of my lover. It is then that I give one last push to get myself to cum...

Much like getting a punch in the gut, my orgasms take my breath away as my pussy convulses and contracts as if it had its own mind. My abdomen and face are contracted in contorted shapes, seemingly unnatural to the human body. At the height of the convulsions, I sometimes ejaculated, letting a river of liquid cum pour out of me onto the sheets, floor or whatever I am over at the time.

A moment later I come back to reality, not having realized I had left it. My face is flush and my body becomes more supple and flexible. My pussy is super slick, dripping with cum.

Then I am ready for another.

The Secret Life of Me

2010-08-17T13:19:00.000-04:00

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One of my favorite aspects of my multifaceted life is how I am an unassuming candidate for this sex blog. It isn't that I hide. Rather, it is more about having something to myself. I share my private escapades with some, but not others. I love the fact that if you were to meet me on the street, the first thing you think of me would NOT be, "Oh! She must have great sex and blog about it!" You might think the great sex part, but it takes an adventurous person to come up with the second half.

There is a certain sense of joy I glean from knowing that my sexual exploits are secretly watched by many, but not in the face of those that know me in person. Excluding my lovers, of course. Some lovers look for themselves in my words, others laugh at the fact that I write at all. What is even better, I love reading about the lives of others and their explorations and wondering if I will have the chance to do some of the things they have done.

There are some fun posts that will be sure to come soon. I have some ideas as do some of my lovers...
stay posted...

Fucking Friends

2010-08-08T09:52:00.000-04:00

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I have found that people have a hard time believing that I am not interested in more than just sex. Sex is just that, sex. Being a highly skilled masturbator, I completely appreciate the presence of one or more partners in the arena. The sensations are different as are my orgasms.

Often I find myself looking at the partner(s) I am with; checking them out. I think about how cool it is to see someone's face so close up, holding such genuine concentration. I love the different faces people make, but that is a whole blog post within itself! The point is, I am not emotionally involved in these interactions. I guess to a point I am as I trust them and am being poked, prodded and penetrated by them. However, there is a distinct lack of love. In its place is fervent lust.

This is not to say I am like this with everyone. I am in love with my lover and the experiences I have with him are completely different. It may have to do with expectations we have for each other mixed with the pure desire to please each other to no end. Our passions drive us to new levels of exploration each time we meet.

My lust, passion are mixed with love for my lover. For everyone else, it is lust. I hold an enormous amount of gratitude and appreciation for people that know the difference and are able to practice this belief. Fucking friends is sexy and fun.

The Need

2010-07-31T21:03:00.000-04:00

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I need to get off. I need to finish what was started with the Gentleman or I need to find another way. Watching internet porn doesn't always work. Often, it is just enough to get me sufficiently horny, but the masturbation aspect can take a while if I become disinterested. Tonight it is arousing, but not enough. I long for hot steamy hours of sex, not worrying about whether I may look fat or if I might make a face full of contortion. I want to get fucked hard. A nice hard cock pounding inside of me, relentlessly, until I cream. It would be even better to be double penetrated, two in the same hole, one in each, fucking me, filling me, stretching me open. I want to feel the orgasm of another pulse and quiver inside of me. I want to feel the completion of a lover sucking my clit after he has cum.

The Gentleman

2010-07-30T21:25:00.000-04:00

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There are some things in life one never expects to happen. They sit in your fantasy somewhere in a dark recess of your imagination. For me, many of my desires are resigned to these dusty corners, but sometimes...sometimes...they are pulled of the shelf and realized. This would be the case for what happened with the Gentleman.

There is a certain innocence and naivety to the Gentleman's personality that is charming and alluring; his tacit intentions hiding under the veil of social grace. Only in certain moments when his giggle is a bit more sinister, does one begin to see that there is more going on inside his head than he gives off. I had become accustomed to his personality and no longer sought to uncover the curiosities that lie beneath, until the last time I saw him.

After an evening in good company his eyes drifted across my boobs. The feel of his gaze was pleasant, but signaling nothing. Later, at a bar together after the party, he put his arm around me, caressed my back and side. His bravery peaking, he fondled my breast. It was very late, or very early, depending on how you see it, and the only people that remained were another couple and the bartender. This may have been the first time I considered actually fucking him.

Not long after, or maybe a couple of hours, drinks have the ability to bend time, we ended up in bed. No pretense of love or interest, we were there to fuck. His pale body complimented the dark sheets below him, his cock throbbing. I sucked his cock a bit, sliding his expanse in and out of my mouth. My pussy got wetter the more I took him into me. Still at this point, I did was not sure if we would actually fuck.

Then it happened. I got on top of him and put just the tip inside of my pussy. All I wanted to do was grind down on him, but being drunk, I wasn't quite sure if it would all end there. So I went back to sucking. To my surprise, he asked me to lay down and he got on top of me. With his hardness in hand, he slid inside of me. It was only then that I knew we were going to fuck.

And fuck me, he did. There was no way I could tell given his outside appearance that he had such a strong body and big cock. Nice length complimented by generous girth. I found myself practicing restraints taught to me by my lover assuming that the same rules applied. They don't. Looking down I watched as he fucked me hard, his cock making a significant outline between his legs as he pulled out. The was something about the weight of his body and the size of his dick that kept me going, even though the sun was beginning to rise. My small drunken orgasms shivering throughout my body.

However, the sun and reality of work won out and we had to part with unfinished business. My sore pussy lips are friendly reminders of the evenings fun as well as my desire to feel him cum; in me, pouring his energy into my body; on my tits, so I can rub them in his jiz; or o my face, leaving hot droplets of himself raining down on me. I cannot wait to finish this play of flesh and climactic frenzy. I want to fuck him again, and hard. I want to have my cum drip down his shaft as I ride him to my own ejaculation.

...to be continued...

Hair Factor- for Men that is

2010-07-10T20:49:00.000-04:00

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What does the amount of hair on a man's body do for a partner during sex? While I cannot give a definitive answer even for myself, I do have some thoughts on the matter.

I do not care if the lack of hair makes the dick look bigger. It is what it is and that is great. There are other things that can determine size, if I am so concerned. But if it is just to make it look bigger? Forget about it.

Smell counts. Some of my lovers smell delicious and the hair around the balls, cock and ass is sumptuous and invigorating. In these cases, the hair is not too thick or long. It is also usually accompanied by hair on the chest. This holds some of the most potent pheromones know to man. The hair accentuates the production and dissemination of these pheromones which is enormously arousing.

A good job shaving is a beautiful thing. One lover of mine has the most soft and supple skin that his expert shaving job is a huge turn on. His parts are all clean and smooth, matching the rest of his sexy sleek body. He is also a little devil in bed.

On the other hand, stubble on anyone's genitals, male or female, is itchy, scratchy and no fun to play with.

Thank you to the FIFA World Cup and Adidas for bringing up the topic of "Are Smooth Balls Better."

Clandestine Reality

2010-06-28T08:33:00.000-04:00

It may have been the hard impenetrable kiss that conveyed the most passion and energy. The hard kiss and short, rough, crushed carpet digging into my back. Tears that left me feeling silly as he pulled his lips away. It was that moment. That long drawn out segment of seconds, allowing me full access to the combined delicacy we created. There was no pain, just reality. A reality in which I admitted to myself that he was more than just a fuck. A fuck that had been going for three years. I confidently looked into his eyes as he used his body to send ripples of lusty energy from my inner core, fleeting through my every extremity. Every time we are together we push each other to new extremities and experiences. This time was no different in that respect. However, it wasn't the activities that were extreme, it was the openness with which we approached each other. Our love and care for each other was painfully and joyfully apparent.

But what do I do with this new found set of feelings, buried for so long? We are not available for anything other than what we have at this time. New territory with intermittent exploration, for now, put on hold.

What do I want?

2010-06-23T00:24:00.000-04:00

Soon I will have the chance to try out some new, or maybe old, fantasies. What do I want to do? If I had a third with us my options would be vastly different, but I do not. So here are my top 10 in no particular order of what I want to do this week:

1. Ejaculate on my lover
I can ejaculate for myself frequently, but not so frequently with lovers...

2. Fuck his ass
I want to wear my strap on and fuck his tight little ass

3. I want him to suck my clit until I cum
I want to have his mouth suctioned to my clit with his tongue playing with it like my clit is its lover.

4. To be fisted.
The lover I am meeting this week has beautiful delicate hands that barely fit. The slight pain it causes makes me orgasm every time.

5. To be walked like a dog
I love his commanding voice and discipline!

6. To tie and beat him
When he gives in, he is a perfect sub. I love it.

7. For him to cum in me, then to suck it out and feed it to me
no explanation needed. It makes me wet just imagining this.

8. I want to piss for him
PLEASE let me piss for him!!!

9. I want him to piss on me, then cum
It was such a thrill last time! I hope he hasn't had as much coffee though, I wonder if it would taste like other things if he ate lots of...anything...

10. I want to laugh at some point while fucking him.
Laughing means I am relaxed and truly enjoying myself.

Ahhhh...I will post updates....

It's What I Want

2010-06-01T00:55:00.000-04:00

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When looking for a new partner, several things come to mind. First, how kinky are they? I want a lover that is not afraid to explore. Second, arrogance and conceit can be left at the door. I am not into humiliation from someone that mean it. Third, I want someone that enjoys sucking pussy as much as I love sucking cock. Now, this isn't to say that I do not love sucking pussy as well, because I do. I just admittedly do not have as much experience and am eager to get more.

This last one is a sticking point. I want someone to please me, to devour me, to consume me with vigor and lust. I want to cum in thier mouth and then make out with them as they fuck my pussy. The need and desire for this is all comsuming. When I meet new people, this is often what I think of first.

Capacity

2010-05-28T19:22:00.000-04:00

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I ate nothing last night and am ravenous this morning. In an attempt to rehydrate myself and create a full bladder, I drank litres and litres of water. Easily guzzling water every chance I had. Looking down I see a plump belly I cannot hold in. If I try, I will pee. This is the whole point. I want to have to pee so urgently that no measure of psychological barriers can stop me.

He is coming in a bit and I must be prepared. I showered early this morning as I knew I would have to pee just from the sound and feel of the water glazing my smooth white skin. Showering made me randy. I just wanted to have him there with me already so I could ruefully piss all over him.

Everything is status quo upon his entrance. We talk, listening to each others updates about the past week. It isn't small talk, we are good friends.

The mood changes as soon as he steps up from behind me and bights my neck. I stop talking. I begin to get lost in his play as he bights, squeezes and teases me. However, as soon as I relax, my belly lets out a bit and the urgency ensues. How do I tell him that I must piss on him now? I want to be laughing and deep in the throws of orgasmic pleasure, but this is not how I imagined it.

Unable to enjoy anything with the alarms in my body sounding loudly to go and release, I tell him that I must pee and now. He has me lead him to the white tiled bathroom. It is large for any bathroom, let alone a Manhattan apartment. He is almost undressed with a huge hard on by the time we take the few steps to the cool tiled floor. He quickly lifts my little black dress over my head and slips off my lacy thong.

He is very particular, my lover. He positions me so one of my legs up propped up on the claw foot tub and the other is in a slight plié. My body is shaking with anticipation, urgency as well as strain (it is not the easiest position to stand in). But they do not call it water sports for nothing.

With his eagerness, he kneels down and spreads my pussy open, gazing at my erect clit. In a moment of hesitation I was wondering if it would be like all other attempts, painful and impossible. Then the thought that maybe he doesn't realize that when my bladder is this full, I cannot stop the flow and that it will gush out.

But before I can do anything, I relax just for a second and begin to pee. First it drips down my leg a bit, but then gains momentum with the mounting pressure of release. I look down and he is jacking off as I piss. This sight makes me cum hard. It must have been the emotional and physical release along with seeing his pure pleasure that brought about this instantaneous cream-of-joy.

I pat dry and follow him back to my room where I know there are other wonderful things in store, especially now.

Good Porning, or the need for some

2010-05-25T19:44:00.000-04:00

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Lately, I cannot help but induldge in porn. By lately I mean on a daily basis. Some days I find what I want without a hitch, and other days, like today, I find myself more frustrated that excited. Some days I like to watch the good ol' standbys. I have a great set of downloads, but I wasn't interested in those today. Today I couldn't find what I wanted which was most likely due to the fact that I just wanted to get fucked instead of masturbate. I cannot stop thinking about the last encounter with my lover and what may happen next, but he is away for a while so I have to wait. Another lover is away, leaving a few spare that are super busy. So, good porning is it, accept for today.

It dawned on my that I had wasted a huge portion of my work time today when I hadn't cum and I had to leave. It seems I had spent a good couple of hours searching for the one scene that would titilate me to fruition. I was sweating from all of the slight masturbation and afternoon heat. Eventually, I did finally find something to get me off, but it wasn't as raunchy as I wanted. Too planned. Too contrived.

Writing about this afternoon makes me frustrated and I want to try some more. But the lack of interest in what I found today may stop me for the night.

Bah!

the taste

2010-05-23T13:41:00.000-04:00

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Ever since he did it, I cannot stop fantasizing about him doing it again. It was a rushed day, a last minute call. I was masturbating when the phone rang and I knew it was him. Answering the phone I could not help but laugh, which confused and concerned him until he found out my activity of the moment. He asked me if I needed an assistant. 45 minutes later he was here, with his naked body pressed against my back reaching around to rub my clit, asking me to show him what I was doing before he got there.

Having sex with this lover is always an adventure. He likes to experiment and push the boundaries with me. (We still are looking for a woman to play with us...) Some days he fists me, while other days he puts me on a leash and whips me as I walk around like his dog, fucking me from behind. This encounter was to be yet a new addition.

He never licks my pussy, but he did today. Oddly enough, this made me nervous. This was the first time after three years of fucking that his face was between the fold of my pussy. The soft long wet strokes of his tongue were elating, making me cum in his mouth. The mixed feelings of elation and and fear of how he would feel after eating me out made my orgasm painfully releasing.

After he fucked me on the bed for a bit with my legs up over my head, he decided that I was too noisy. What happened next is what I cannot stop replaying in my head, adding in new scenarios...

Laying down on the floor, he stood above me. He cock dripping with precum aimed at my mouth. He ordered me to stay still and silent. He closed his eyes and a moment later I felt the warm drips of his piss in my mouth. The shock and excitement of this event made me cum as I lay there as still as possible eager to receive every last drop. He trusted me. His piss, to my surprise, didn't taste bad at all, rather like coffee. When he was done he knelt down over me and came in my mouth, wiping any stray shots back into my mouth for me to swallow.

As he stood up and walked away, my body convulsed with orgasmic pleasure.

Now I want to piss on him. I want him to fist me while he sucks my clit. I want him to fuck my ass with great pleasure, whipping and slapping me. I want him to fuck my pussy hard and violently with his hands tight on my neck, not crushing me, just slightly stopping the blood flow. The thought of his piss in my mouth has opened up a new realm of possibility and I crave more and more every second.

The Meeting

2010-05-06T13:22:00.000-04:00

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The call came in around 10:30am. We needed to finalize some aspects of the project being presented in the next couple of days. I am not prepared, but am happy to meet. About an hour later he is at my office door, slightly disheveled and absorbed in his phone. He smelled so good.

There was not much to be done and we were talking non business soon after his arrival. Sitting across from me, he said that the windows made him nervous. Something about all of the other office windows in such close proximity caused him to recoil a bit. I giggled and closed the blinds.

He walked up to me and while putting his hands on my head, hugging me to his abdomen, he only had an hour. With this, my mouth began to water. I lifted his shirt to expose his muscular stomach. All I could do is grab his ass while kissing, licking and caressing his body, sticking my tongue closer and closer to his hardening cock.

Still sitting in my chair, I unzipped his pants and exposed his thick muscular cock. Tight with blood, his dick slipped into my mouth with lubricated ease. He held my body and gasped, allowing me to stroke his cock with my lips. Reaching down into my pants, he put his hand on my pussy, finding it warm and dripping.

Picking me up from my chair, he pulled down my pants and put me on my desk. I watched as he moved up to me and slid his cock deep inside, slowly. Through the openings in his cotton button down, I could see his stomach tighten as he curled his body into me, penetrating me, fucking me.

He pulled out and pushed in with slow rhythm, feeling every fold of my flesh around him. He could feel me swell as I reached orgasm and he fucked me hard, fast and deep. His huge cock finding its way to the most sensitive spot, making me ejaculate.

He gets up and has me get on my knees in front of him. He strokes his long thick shaft as I suck him. Suddenly, he grabs my head with one hand, his fingers gripping my scalp, he pulls out of my mouth and with waves of power, cums all over my face and mouth. With his hands, he sweeps up the shots that cover my face and feeds them to me.

Moments later, we were dressed, the blinds were open and he was off to his next meeting.

Eyes glowing, I got back to work, the smell of his body and cum still all over me.

I cannot help myself

2010-05-02T11:58:00.000-04:00

The hot weather coming back into the city has spurred an animalistic necessity to constantly fuck you. Thoughts of your hard cock shoved up deep inside the wet fleshy folds of my pussy send me into crazed fits, screaming and begging for your cum. Walking around my apartment, I feel the remnants of our encounters arouse my libido, making my clit erect and needy. In the bathroom, you fucked me up against the wall, facing me, my legs close together and yours on the outside of mine. I can still feel you engorged shaft sliding in and out of me, rubbing against my legs. The feeling of your eagerness to watch me pee sends electrical waves of lust through my body. The seemingly perverse act, thrilling in every sense.
I crave your lusty passion for satisfaction and exploration. I want to feel your piss all over my body as I fuck myself. Then I want you to fuck me while I am covered, dripping with your fluid.
My skin still has the remains of your saliva and cum. My stretched skin and sore muscles are fond reminders of your slender hands fisting my virgin ass. All the while your cock painfully drips the wetness of desire. But you wait.
You fuck me again. Your body undulating over me with waves of urgency. The hair on your chest and abdomen connect us through filaments of electricity. Please, sit on my face facing my body. I need to feel the convulsive thrusts of your orgasm as I suck, lick and penetrate your ass with my tongue. Rub your jizm into my skin and feel the soft, slick sensation of my soft body covered with your sated needs.

This is all I can think of these days...

The Younger They Are, The Cuter They Are

2010-04-08T20:16:00.000-04:00

I found this image at http://pinkbicyclette.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/vogue-cover.jpg , Thanks!!

Well, at least according to a truly young friend of mine. However, the past 24 hours has proven his point. While I would like to avoid talk of age, because it really doesn't matter when you get down to it, there are a couple of young (for me) treats that have shown up on my radar that are worth mention.

First there is my yummy gem with a gold heart, Mr. S. It is so rare that someone ten years younger could have the ability to disarm me and make me giggle like he just did. Adventurous and lusty, Mr. S made sure to please me, but to take what he wanted as well. He restrained me with his arms and pulled my hair until I surrendered to his will. Being one of the first hot nights of the year, we were both sweating. Our slick bodies glided over each other with increasing grace as I came over and over. At the end he grabbed my hair with both fists. He vigorously shoved me up and down his cock until he came in huge soft loads down my throat. So tastey!

Then, there is this new free spirit I just met. Mmmmm...I do not think words can describe the energy and jovial nature of this tall, slender, and very fuckable in all ways god. I was not surprised to find out his is Hungarian and Italian. I cannot seem to get away from either of those nationalities. He eyes are sharp and clean and the color of a luxurious brown cream sauce. Confident and racy, his smile and conversation made me think twice about my fear of age. Only a mere two years older than Mr. S, this sexy Magyar-Italiano is deliciously fun. Just thinking about his makes my pussy and clit swell. How I would love to play with this man...and maybe some playmates. Ohhh...

M-I quoted Woody Allen during our all too brief conversation, he was at work.

Woody Allen, in all of his zen-like genius said. "Is sex dirty? Only if it's done right." Hell yes!

Off for more adventures.

I'll try to write more about my escapades as well as new product reviews.

Until then, live sexy.

MD

where it all started...

2010-03-27T00:45:00.000-04:00

I did not make this chart. Go here to find it.

It isn't that I wasn't REALLY horny early on, because I was, but it wasn't until my first boyfriend that I was ruined.

Ha! Not in a bad way at all. Rather, he was my first. There were others I played around with before him. One guys I remember that thought we were having sex never actually got his dick in. Later on I remember thinking that I hope for his sake it got bigger with age and use. Now I just hope he actually knows how to use it, because the world doesn't need to be full of big dicks... That is of course unless we are talking about my fantasies. The point is, it wasn't my boyfriend or his endowment that made me crazy for sex.

Back to high school boyfriend. Thin, tall and shy, I tracked him down. I was in love with him from the very first time I saw him. Then when we finally started dating, I could not wait to get into his pants. As a quick side note, looking back over all the time and lovers that have passed, I was naive to think that he, hsbf, was a standard model. Once we did start having sex, I was hooked. I knew my body was leading me to something I would be driven by, and likely for the remainder of my life.

Since my high school boy friend, however, I have found it incredibility difficult to find a nice cock that fits my...needs. I didn't realize that he was large and that that is what I wanted. The trend in large cocks has, for me, been skinny Italian or half Italian men. I laugh at myself all of the time. I am ruined. I like big Italian cock. hahahahaha! It isn't that any other cock is bad, but there is something about the look of the skinny man with a big fat dick...hehehehe! It makes me giddy just thinking about it.

Every once in a while I get to get fucked hard by my favorite lover. Yes, a skinny Italian with a huge cock. My smile cannot be erased from my face no matter how hard I try.

Now, this is not to say I do not like, seek out or devour other cocks. Oh, I do. I just have a strong trend in my selection so far.

So, thanks a lot, high school boyfriend. Really, thank you.

Sugasm #172

2009-09-07T21:46:00.001-04:00

Sugasm #172

HNT courtesy of Sweat Shop Sissy.

The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #173? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.

This Week’s Picks
A Hot Fuck in a Parking Lot
“We got more daring and soon clothes were a hindrance to our insistent hands.”

I Think I’d Rather Misbehave
“I bet the secret thrill of this has your cock already climbing to attention.”

The Painter
“He says something, small talk, and I stutter something back, lost in the blue depths of his eyes.”

Sugasm Editor
Strildo?

Editor’s Choice
Yet Another Reason You Should Buy a Vibrator

More Sugasm
Join the Sugasm

(Sugasm participants should re-post all the links above within a week. The following links may be excluded as long as you include all the above links.)

Erotic Poetry
Enigmatic dance
Loved It.

Erotic Writing & Experiences
24 Hours To Cum
Be Careful What You Wish For…
Desire
Embarrassed, Amused and Turned On
Helping Hand
HNT 4 (and a savoury story)
Masturbation Madness
Mornings…
A much needed fucking…
Now She’s Giving The Orders
Shopping Day
This is Lolita on drugs (2)
This Is My Remedy
The Year 39 Update
You don’t want biographical info. I know what you REALLY want.

Sex Advice
Anal Play: Fingering
Brush Up Your Orgasm
Shay’s Condom Tips

NSFW Pics, Videos & Audio
Burns of punishment
Famosas azotables
Fit to be Tied
Free Heidi Montag Playboy Pictures – September 2009
Learning the lesson…
Naked and Caned

BDSM & Fetish
4 Scenes
Collar, Cuffs And Clamps
Driven by lust….
Honey Pass Me the Nut Cracker
The Negress Natters: Submission.
The perfect body for three-minute porn

Sex Humor
How Many Licks?

Thoughts on Sex & Relationships
The Confession…Coming Soon
Half-Nekkid Heavenly Body
In Search of…. my Clitoris
Is this the dark side of porn?
(Mis)Adventures In Dating: Do You Know Who I Am?
Nonstop Orgasms – HER Perspective

News, Reviews & Interviews
Anal Pleasure and Health by Jack Morin
Icegasm Kit
Top Five Tuesday - Win 1000 FREE Porn Minutes

Also, check out: www.masterandslaveswitch.blogspot.com

SHOP NOW!!!!

2009-09-04T20:43:00.004-04:00

Getting in Trouble

2009-09-02T13:28:00.003-04:00

Franz Hals, Malle Babbe, 1629-30

You know, I don't drink often. Last night I did and not only did I drink, but I drank too much...on an empty stomach. On my way home, not too far from the friend's place, another friend stopped me to go and talk to the guy I am smitten with. I jumped at the chance, but quickly realized as I began to stumble over my words in embarrassment that I should have just taken the elevator all the way down and gone home to bed.

You see, one of the things I was put up to earlier in the evening was to call him and have him stop by. Somehow it ended up that I was pretending to not be me and then I had to tell the truth. I couldn't lie. I can't lie.

Then, to see him...duh.

The guard that overheard the conversation was trying to make it easy for me to leave. The lovely man I had so drunkenly accosted fled.

It was really a scene out of a movie. Either a really sad one about a pathetic life, or a really funny one about an uncomfortable and fucked up situation. I would rather think of it as the latter.

+++++

More smut in the next entry. I'll talk restraints and good fucking.

Whoa!

2009-08-30T21:56:00.002-04:00

Image courtesy of www.theodesign.com

Have you ever been taken by surprise... by your own feelings?

I am at a loss for words at the moment. I am smitten. There is someone absolutely amazing that I had the chance to meet with tonight. My raunchy words about sex and masturbation do not come into thought with this man. There is something in my gut telling me something else. What? Good question. He is recently out of a major relationship and still struggling with the resolution, plus he is in a relationship. However, I am receptive to him in a way uncommon to me. I hang on his words like a fool, but I enjoy them. I respond to what he says not because I should, but because I feel compelled to. Not that I do the otherwise any other time, but he is different from other people I have met, there is something different about this man that grabs me by the chest, but then talks gently. This sounds all wrong.

I feel silly and slightly stupid admitting how taken I am with him. I cannot say anything but I look forward to seeing him again. It isn't his voice, his eyes or his body that unstitch me. It is him.

My best friend tells me I am retarded. Yes. That is true, in more than one way.

Oh, fuck. I really like this guy.
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Inventory

2009-08-30T08:24:00.003-04:00

Yesterday I spent a large amount of time organizing and taking inventory of my toys and tools. What did I find? (laughing) I found that I knew exactly what I have as I use all of them frequently. All but one. Hopefully I will try out my new gadget soon.

The new thing is installed and ready for use. It is my new under the bed restraint system. I have bondage tape, rope, cuff...etc, but nothing that will just keep me (or my lover) strapped to the bed in the desired position. I'll review it soon. Not sure how it will work as it relies on the weight of one's body to hold the center strap in place while you are on the bed. The good thing about this is that you do not need a four poster AND there is a way to escape if needed.

I put my new vibe/dildo with Fanta Flesh (imagine that being said with a monster truck announcer voice). It dents easily, so I had to put it in a lined wooden wine box with my other dildos.

I also found that some of the straps on my strap on have cum on them. Ha! Awesome. I will clean it, but it is nice to see.

All of my clips and clamps are in one bag, as are my vinyl gloves.

All floggers and whips are together in one convenient bag, as are my ropes, tapes, cuffs, etc.

Tuesday should be a good day. I am ready. It's been a while...

Wait, I need more condoms... Okay, off to a bar to get some free ones. (See the Get Some site linked on the left hand side of the page for locations in NY to get your free condoms.)

The Replacement

2009-08-26T22:35:00.002-04:00

It is 8 inches in full length, 6 inch shaft and 2 inches in diameter. For those of you outside the US, that is over 20 cm long, 15 1/4 cm shaft and just a smidge over 5cm in diameter. Very lusty and daring dimensions.

The shape is close to realistic, must have been created from a model. Just the sight of it causes arousal.

I must say though, the selling point on this bad boy was its skin. With a stiff core, this Fanta-Flesh vibrator with testicles may just satisfy the long dry periods between fuckings and may just replace my favorite, the one I broke. Look a few entries back.

Eager to try it out, I strip down, clamp my nipples and slide it in. Whoa...

I automatically get wetter just from the sultry soft feel of the skin. It is like I am committing an act that should never see the light of day, it is so good. As I pull it out slowly, the viens on the fake cock tickle my lower g-spot creating sensuous waves of lusty joy come over me.

Then I get on top of it and push it deep into me. Oh, it reaches the top of my vagina so softly. Its nimble head carressing my cervix and stroking my walls. At this point I add in Mr. Hitachi. The second I turn it on, my pussy contracts and grips the cock.

I can feel an orgasm coming on as I rock back and forth and grind down on the lifelike vibe. And it happens, a beautiful, long powerful orgasm that feels like the soft waves of the Fanta-Flesh. mmmmmmm....

I quite like this new not so little toy of mine. It'll do. hehe!

The Postcard

2009-08-21T11:17:00.002-04:00

The other day I happened across a postcard that was not mine. It was from some place familiar, so I looked on the back to see if I knew the area, the person, or whatever; just a connection.

I found myself reading a note from one lover to another, but it was not of the happy-go-lucky variety. It was a flippant note about how she had lied to her, the receiver and was back with her lover that was way to young but made her horny and how they had great superficial sex. She then apologized again for not telling her of the affair and signed with love.

So many things were racing though my head as I am reading this. Is it a prop? I mean, would someone really write this on a postcard? It was about a hot and steamy lesbian love triangle. It turned me on. Thinking about the offender going down on some young hot thing, knowing it was taboo. It also disgusted me with the thought that, if real, she wrote to her lover here on a postcard, flaunting her nubile infidelities for everyone to see.

I put the postcard in a place for the mail person to resort and get to the correct address. However, I cannot stop thinking about this postcard and the potential sexual and emotional drama unfolding. I am the voyeur, looking though the postcard, into a brief spec of all their worlds.

Sugasm #171

2009-08-20T07:21:00.001-04:00

The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #172? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.

This Week’s Picks
Kiss Me If You Can
“I love the buildup, the discovery.”

Back To School
“Back at school a stolen glance across the corridor shows me you haven’t forgotten either.”

On Critics and Criticism
“But is it fair? Is it right?”

Sugasm Editor
Review: Babeland’s Under The Bed Restraints

Editor’s Choice
Building

More Sugasm
Join the Sugasm

Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
Big, Beautiful Women
The Ghost of Sex Toys Future (Part Three of Three)
Play with Gigi and Iris

Sex Advice
How to Properly Finger a Woman

BDSM & Fetish
And It Rained
A bedtime story
Caning Galleries
Forgiven
Inspiration, pain, subspace and bliss in the afternoon
The Spanking TOP 5 – Delivery #4
Time for a Shower
Tongue & Cheek–Medical Fetish Photo Story

Sex Humor
How Much Dick Would A Dick Cock Cock if A Dick Cock Could Suck Cock?
Out With The Old

News, Reviews & Interviews
Aural Sex Contest
Electrogasm coolness!
Flexi Felix
Jimmyjane Form 6 review
Top Five Tuesday - Judging a Porn By Its Cover

NSFW Pics, Videos & Audio
5 schoolgirls spanked and caned
HNT ~ Dana Lends a Hand. Or Two.
HNT: Strawberry Season - Part 2
Jenny McClain
Kim Kardashian Fucking Sexy Wallpapers
La Petite Mort
Salacious ~HNT

Sex Poetry
Late In The Game

Erotic Writing & Experiences
Cock Love
Confessional: Her Husband
Friday Night Plans: Faith
Fuck
A Hot Summer’s Night Dream
Looks So Nasty in Those Khakis
The Package
The Tale of the Hot Blond Sex Machine (real story)
Wet Dream

Embarrassed, Amused and Turned On

2009-08-16T21:59:00.002-04:00

Normally, I would not dare write about such a thing, but today I am going to, just because I KNOW I am not the first person this has happened to.

It all started the other night after Montreal left. His visit was all too short and we only had one change, a great one, to have sex. Fuck! He had flipped a switch in me and I needed to fuck. I needed to cum harder than I had the night before.

To start, I took out my trusted bag of toys, my favorites. I had my long deeply veined vibe, Randy, Form 6 and Mr. Hitachi. It hadn't been all that long before Randy was deep inside of my dripping pussy with Mr. Hitachi on low. With a hard spasm I ejaculated but kept going. I knew there was more to come...

Frantically looking through my small pile in the dark I found the dildo. I put a condom on it and stuck it just at the edge of my ass. Randy is HUGE and adding anything else to this area is an extreme measure. Holding Randy in deep with one hand and making slight adjustments with Mr. Hitachi in the other, I pressed down hard on the vibe.

And then it happened. I came.

I came so hard my orgasm lasted for a full 30 seconds. It was fantastic.

Dizzy and covered in sweat, ejaculate and cum, I gather my toys to bring them to the restroom for washing. Blinded by the light, I stumble to the sink. It was then that I noticed the atrocity.

I broke my deeply veined vibe...in half.

At first I was embarrassed, then I just laughed. I laughed for a long time. BREAKING A VIBE...IN HALF???? Then I was turned on by the fact that I used so much force and was so engulfed in my own passion that I actually broke my favorite piece of equipment.

I am still looking for a replacement.

The Package

2009-08-06T23:22:00.002-04:00

Jeff Koons, 1991

About a year ago a box arrived in my office. It was a long distance submission. I knew the name and I knew we had met, but I just couldn't place him in my mind.

Then I saw him again this summer. I tried to nonchalantly tell him that I was the one who called about the shipment. You then recognized that it was me that you gave the box to as a trophy.

Today, the last day we have the chance to see each other, you shock me. Walking down the empty corridor you tell me you would like to photograph me. Then you tell me under your breath, you would like to eat me out.

A quick exchange of words pass between us, trying to get each others numbers and to set up a date to exchange sucking, licking and fucking. Like a truly horny man with a willing woman, he decides he cannot wait. We find an empty meeting room. Inside that room there was a small closet lined with cinder blocks. He nimbly unties his shorts and I swiftly descend on his hard thick cock. It is so thick and hard I am afraid my teeth are going to hurt him.

His words are so gentle as he guides me to what he likes. He asks me if I would like him to cum, I mumble yes the best I can with a nice this piece of meat like that in my mouth. With his hand lightly on my head, he talks to me as he cums hard into my mouth.

We stand up and part ways, he leaves out the far door and I leave through the near. At the elevator I say hi to a passerby, well aware my mouth is swollen and red. I put my hand to my mouth and realize there is still a bit of cum there. Giggling, I wipe it clean.

I still like the box from a year ago, but this is much better.

Absence

2009-07-03T18:26:00.006-04:00

photo courtesy of www.absenceandpresence.info

Writing has eluded me in the recent past. In all honesty, I have been both busy and satisfied. My daily life has improved immensely, but not without serious thought and willingness to change. Don't get me wrong though, I am still just as perverted and horny. It is just that, well, I am in love.

Yes, that illusive state of being I have been in constant search of is mine. It has been there all the time.

I thought that I would want the relationship all people in the US seem to idealize. Married, monogamy, house... I knew I didn't want that before, so I am not sure what made me think that I would feel that when finally in love.

What this caused was a misconception of a current relationship. I thought it was just about sex. GREAT sex. He is my master and I am his slave, but only some times and only in bed. We are good friends outside of the bed as well.

He is in a committed relationship. This is nothing new for me. I seem to do this as a pattern. I guess I see marriage a human conception and love boundless. Believe me, I have heard all of the arguments of both sides and I am not out here to make anyone live the way I do. It is my choice and my happiness. Other people find happiness in different ways. Plus, wouldn't I be just as misguided as anyone else saying there is only one way to live and be happy if I were to tell everyone to live this way?

This realization came in the form of a gift. All other gifts have had reasons, birthdays, special events, etc... But this gift was just because. It reflected our affection for each other. It is love.

Let's take a step back here. I love hundreds of people; all in different ways. Let's say Montreal. I struggled with the concept of love with him for so long. Then I realized that I do in fact love him but that I was not IN LOVE with him. Well, now I think that was wrong as well. From what I see of myself, I am in love when I love. It is just different for each person and completely unending. I am a conduit of love, not the creator of love.

All of this comes back to my realization of the fact that I am in love and happy with the state of things. I love focusing on my son and work. I also love having the constant but not always physically present love from my lover.

Its Bark is Harder Than Its Bite

2009-05-09T22:19:00.008-04:00

Mini Rubber Whip

This little baby has quite a nice feel in the hand. It is light and sturdy. The fine rubber strands are made from what Montreal calls the "koosh ball of death" material. This description alone made me wet!

The first chance I got, I set it out with other floggers and crops. Not knowing what my lover was going to chose helped with the excitement. There was the familiar crack and sting of the riding crop and the thick hard thud of the wide leather strap of the flogger. Then, I heard it. It sounded like what I would imagine the perfect whip to sound like, cutting through the air with a swooshing sound. Then it hits...huh...not what I expected. It is tingly but surprisingly light. My lover mixed in all of the tools so I never knew what to expect. The mini rubber whip was a nice surprise every once in a while and the sound!

After that first experience I was let little wanting. Montreal made a good point in that maybe I just prefer tools that hurt more and that this may be quite a sting for a beginner. True enough.

The next time I got to use this I was curious to see how I would like it. This time my lover used used it on my inner thighs and labia while I was bent over. Hell, yeah! This is the sting I was craving. I love this new little addition to my tool/toy family.

The Photoshoot

2009-05-06T18:57:00.005-04:00

Wow!!!! What a thrill and day of bliss!!!!!

A few days ago I had the privilege to pose for my favorite sex toy store. It wasn't just being in the midst of like-minded sex positive people that was so exciting, it was being able to give back to a company that has changed my life.

Timing is everything.
When I first started exploring my sexuality in my mid twenties I was a relative late bloomer. However, I still felt embarrassed about being sexually active and easily excitable. This on top of my already poor self image. At the time I had just moved back home to Seattle. I knew of Babeland from their little store front on the Pike and Pine corridor in a very sexy part of town.

Scared and embarrassed, I entered the store. Just stepping in made me short of breath. My face flushed a dark shade of lobster red as I took another step in. This is not the biggest store in the world, so I was already in a place I felt may be potentially explosive. How right I was!

The women that helped me there were so careful with me and accepting. They didn't look down on my newcomer status. I had been in other sex toy stores before, I had just never bought ANYTHING from one before. I left with three toys. A large dildo, a blueberry vibe and a silver bullet. I still use these toys today and have repurchased them after I have worn them out.

It was this experience that started my interest in being sex positive. Babeland has been at the forefront of this movement giving workshops and supporting events that enable and empower all people no matter the gender or sexual preference. Proof of this was in my conversation with Claire Cavanaugh, co-owner and founder of Babeland, about the research they did when women would come in saying they were peeing during sex and were worried it was a malfunction of sorts. This turned out to be female ejaculation. Babeland has books, videos and workshops all about this subject. We also spoke about the growing acceptance of butt play.

This winter Babeland will publish a book with people of all ages, genders, races and preferences in varied states of undress and with or without toys. This is what I did a few days ago. I have gone from the blushing and painfully shy woman to a blogging and practicing sex positive woman that is happy to show off her imperfect body and glowing sexuality. My freedom that has grown over the past 15 years along with the store enables me to be open and expressive about the beauty of sexuality with my almost 8 year old son.

Thank you!!!

For more information on the history and mission of Babeland, follow this link or go to www.babeland.com.

Possession

2009-04-16T14:24:00.004-04:00

Francisco de Goya
Se quieren mucho (They Love Each Other Very Much), 1824–28, black crayon on paper, Museo Nacional del Prado, Madrid. Photography credit: ©Museo Nacional del Prado, Madrid

Writhing on my bed, my body craves your tight grip. I imagine you hardness penetrating me as you thrust into me while pushing my hips down onto you. It is the power you wield. It is the control over me. It is knowing that you wish to possess me for that moment.

Carnally, you cannot control the urge to fuck me.
......................
It isn't that I want to be under constant restraint. Really, what I want to feel is the intense and primal urge to fuck. I want to be the object of desire. However, I want to be left alone after that. I am independent and free in every other aspect of my life.

In my head my lover is fucking me like an animal. Smelling me, tasting me, exploring my body while I do the same thing. The feeling is reflected in the animalistic passion of Goya. While I am not completely fond of this painter, he has the ability to express the animal nature of the human.

Admonishment comes at a heavy price

2009-03-26T17:59:00.003-04:00

He said that we needed to talk after sex. Why didn't he just wait to talk until after sex instead of telling me before hand? I couldn't sleep for nights. Then when he was about to get there, I no longer wanted to see him. I wasn't excited. I was scared.

I let him in and he begins to undress me. Tied at my wrists and placed on the bed in childs pose with my ankles bound as well, he begins whipping and slapping my ass. I enjoy my new toy, of which I will review next, and the combination of toys along with his intuitive patterns and levels of intensity.

Then he starts to talk. No, I am in trouble. The problem is, this wasn't play. He was really upset with me, but mixing it with play. As he is beating me he tells me of how I cannot pressure him into sex. That he is a taken man. That I cannot email him as often as I do. That our social relationship cannot be jeopardized. That we are free people to do as we please. As he goes on, taking his anger out on me, I can no long play along and instead of answering, I am quietly crying. My soul hurts.

I don't even remember the rest of the session. Even now I begin to cry.

When we spoke afterward he addressed my emotional state by saying he hopes that I am not too upset and then repeated everything he had said before. However, this time I was just numb.

I didn't get the chance to defend myself.

While I enjoy being dominated sexually, I will not accept being diminished as a person. Anyone who thinks that I want a good slap on the ass for emotional needs is way off; especially if that slap is meant to be punitive beyond the bedroom.

Oh, Randy!: A Review

2009-03-13T00:33:00.003-04:00

Randy

I knew from the second I met Randy online I had to have him. After a few months I decided to go through with it. I had convinced myself I could handle his huge girth and head. The day he arrived I unwrapped him and played. I didn't cum though.

Having second thoughts, I left Randy alone for a week or so. Then I took him out again. I had to give him another chance. Sometimes a different day is like having a completely different pussy for me. Thank goodness for that!

Between the slight pinch and sting of Randy in my pussy and Mr. Hitachi on my clit, I came in to time. Not only did I cum, but my orgasm lasted a healthy thirty seconds if not longer. It felt like I came for minutes, but I know better. When I pulled Randy out, he came with a gush of my ejaculate. Oh, Randy!

I now use Randy on a regular basis and am as happy as a ...well...clam!

It is his eyes

2009-02-19T20:24:00.002-05:00

Like his smell, his eyes engage me. I can get lost; forgetting about time, space and reality. No, reality is more present than ever. Reality takes on a new form when I look into his eyes. There is something that grabs me by the throat...I suffocate from this false reality and wake up in the realm of him. It truly is another world, another life, that lies inside of his eyes.

It is quite amazing really. I cannot connect with anyone that doesn't have a depth such as his.

Physically they are deep, clear and glowing. They convey passion, honesty and an alternate reality.

Like the Tigers Eye raw cut stone above, there is something natural and genius about his. I see it in his eyes.

Thoughts on Cupid

2009-02-14T19:21:00.002-05:00

Amor and Psyche, Jacques Louis David (1748-1825)

I love to be in love. Bliss is the best state of being ever. However, it is not realistic for me to be blissful at every moment.

I take that back. It is, just in a very different way then one might imagine.

Yes, the bliss of my lover's smell or the sting of the flogger are fantastic. Those are main stays in my life. So are other blissful things, they just do not get the attention they deserve.

I love being angry and full of piss and vinegar. Even though it doesn't really feel "good" at the time, there is something about it that is bliss in a different non puppy dog and rainbows kind of way. They kind of bliss that got me through 35 years of depression.

No, I dislike depression. That is NOT bliss. My coping mechanisms are the lovely things that I want in my life at some level.

What does this have to do with relationships? Everything. I love my independence. I love being able to deal with myself and not have to walk on eggshells at every second of the day. I have to sleep alone. One more body in my bed, even my little boy, keeps me from sleep.

My lover got nervous the other day. He reminded me that he is married. I laughed as I wrote this to Montreal as if this is a typical type of conversation. Well, it is for me, but I don't mind.

I want companionship. Sure. I also want to be free to make my own choices. I have yet to find that balance better than with my lover. We are kind and gentle to each other. There are no awkward moments between us. We are what we are. However, I think that due to Cupid's day and its approach, he got nervous.

No, I don't want what other people want. Being in love and celebrating it is wonderful. I just want love on my terms.

It is his smell

2009-02-13T19:35:00.002-05:00

When I am with my lover I can feel my pussy get wet. I can smell my own pheromones sometimes. He evokes this response unknowingly. He smells so good to me. I cannot help but breath in deeply through my nose to smell his neck and behind his ear. It drives me crazy. When I smell the hair on his chest my mouth begins to salivate. He is thin and strong. My clit gets hard. I go down on him. I smell the base of his cock, his hair, narrow space between his cock and his legs. I love to rub my face on his skin. Licking him, tasting him, smelling him...I just want to fuck him. When we fuck I can smell our juices mix. When we are done, the chemicals settle in a wafting air of silk in the air. Throughout the day, every once in a while I can smell him on me. It makes me swoon with delight. I spend moments searching for his scent. When I see him again my senses reignite.

Emotionally High Maintenance

2009-02-08T23:09:00.002-05:00

When I was told this this afternoon I was not upset in the least. It is the truth. I am growing up. I am learning to fly. I am learning to shine. My life is coming together in ways I never anticipated.

On one hand I have the most incredible lover I could ever ask for...it is if I have been drawn to him from across the universe. He fulfills me in every way and yet we are completely independent of each other.

On the other hand there is an incredible man that I recently met coming to the US soon and he is quite amazing. This is the one that can read me like a book which is slightly scary as I hide my emotions and thoughts in fear of rejection.

However, today I met yet another. Not a lover, a woman that I want to have as a role model. I want to be her protege. She is amazing. I can see for the first time in my life where it is that I need and want to go AND more importantly, that it is possible. Also, that it is reasonable that I want what I do. We only have this one life.

I am a passionate woman in many ways. What I say now scares the ever living hell out of me.

I lost a love or two in the past. I always thought there was something wrong with me or maybe something wrong with the way we handled things. But in reality, it was all right. Without them, I would not be as strong and as independent as I am today. Without them I would have no clue as to how beautifully ephemeral life is on so many levels.

I am deeply in love with my lover. Yes, I am in love. The best part is, I do not need to be married to him. There is the slight complication that he is already married. But beyond that, this restriction makes our relationship more and possibly brighter than it could or would be if we were do to such a thing as get married.

In conversations with many, specifically Sexy Friend, I don't think I could stay monogamous. But beyond that, I don't want to. Maybe some day I will. I don't know. For now, I am enjoying the time I spend with my lover, my love. It will not last forever in the life as we know it in this corporeal environment. It will last forever in so many other ways.

As my past loves have taught me, or the relationship really, I spend too much time worrying about departure. I worry and worry until it is gone and then it is a love lost instead of a love used. I am not willing to waste my time worrying now. This man, my love, has unknowingly swept me off of my feet in a way that I needed. I still have other lovers. However, we are both free. We love many, I am sure.

I came to this conclusion of freedom today when I spoke with my new role model. When we started talking about truth, we connected on such a deep and true level that I suddenly realized that maybe we share a lover. That doesn't bother me in the slightest. Love is endless, having no bounds. It pours from me and through me as long as I have the freedom to let it do so.

I am not here to save anyone. My father always told me that being the mother hen that I am will not get anywhere. Bitter from that statement, I rebelled and did just that for the next 20 years. Now I see.

I see that I am happy with the difficult decisions which I have made. I am who I am and I am for the first time in my life, free and happy to say so.

Emotionally high maintenance...maybe. But I can take care of myself. I am a beautiful, headstrong, smart woman that lives life in the deepest and most passionate way I possibly can on every level I can imagine.

This is hard for me to produce for others. I am exposed. I feel good exposing myself. I have FOUND LOVE AND LIFE!

And to the love that will move here, THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!

Nam-myoho-renge-kyo.

CELEBRATIONS!!!!!

2009-01-20T13:40:00.003-05:00

It is time to get serious about making our country a better place. I truly believe in the message that we all need to come together. I am not trying to be tongue and cheek, but sexual release, bliss and happiness will help us all contribute to a more peaceful and productive nation!

Here is to all the hope and love there is in the universe!

Madame Dragonfly

Following the Trails of My Lost Soul

2009-01-19T17:38:00.001-05:00

At least that is how I feel sometimes. In the past couple of days things have changed. I was energized and excited about everything in life. It felt like I was in a new relationship. Maybe that has to do with the fact that it felt like the status of our relationship had changed. I have a lover. I have a couple. One main one. One that I would do anything for. This relationship seemed to have solidified over the past couple of weeks into something real. Well, at least for what I am looking for... what I want out of him is completely different than what I want from anyone else. I want to be his mistress, his lover. I don't care to be his spouse. I am still having difficulty reconciling what I did to my first marriage.

While I am very single and dating, he is very married. We both have kids. Me one, him more. I don't know what he does in justification of me being his lover. I don't feel that is my responsibility. If it something that works in his life, that is great.

However, it is times like these where I begin to realize that maybe he doesn't care for me the way I think he does. Maybe I am just a good fuck. Well, being a good fuck isn't a "just" but I was hoping for more of a romantic version of being his lover. Well, just romantic.

So, when he becomes distant and freakish, I assume the worst. My depression sets in and I become uncontrollably sad.

To add to all of this, it looks like things are truly over with Montreal. We are going to have the "big talk" tonight. After his SO and daughter came to see him this weekend, I realized that I have no place in his life. He loves being a part of his family that include his two kids and his lover. I guess I am not dumb and I knew that he was never going to be in love with me, as I could never fully commit to him, but this is not the romantic ideal I had in mind for the two of us. I really thought we would remain lovers. Now it seems as though I have been downgraded to ex and not so significant.

While I am much happier in my day to day life than I have been in years, this really sucks. Then I think about what it would be like to make a commitment I didn't mean...I guess this is the safer and better option.

Coupons for Sex Toys

2009-01-17T14:10:00.002-05:00

Ongoing Account

2009-01-14T16:06:00.003-05:00

Venus and Cupid, late 1520s
Lorenzo Lotto (Italian, Venetian, ca. 1480–1556)
Oil on canvas; 36 3/8 x 43 7/8 in. (92.4 x 111.4 cm)

Struggling with the idea of whether to close this blog completely or not has occupied my time for a few months now. I have decided to keep this one open for the ongoing account of my search for a balance within my life as a very sexual person. Not much smut will make these pages.

If you want smut, those accounts are now being written on a separate blog. Switchboard. This tangent signifies the changes I have made and the area in which I have grown into over the past couple of years while writing this blog. So if you are a regular, and enjoy my smut, please add Switchboard to your adventures.

By all means, please keep reading here as well. I plan to maintain reviews, social issues and commentaries, as well as personal secrets and thoughts. Goodness knows I have stories to tell and things to work out.

The Switch

2009-01-03T19:42:00.004-05:00

Switchboard
come visit me at http://masterandslaveswitch.blogspot.com

AAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!

2009-01-01T00:44:00.002-05:00

The release of a new year! Here is to all of everyone. I love you. Life is too short not to share the basic necessities of love!!!

Here is to My Master. Here is to the little devil...

And here is to the one that cries Wee Wee Wee!!! all the way home!

Life is beautiful and it is never an easy ride. Embrace what you have and want. Live life! Happiness, peace, love and positive energy are all within our grasp! If possible, it is my gift to you.

Madame Dragonflyt

My Master

2008-12-22T14:25:00.003-05:00

Like any good sub, I would go to the ends of the earth for my master. He is confident and knows what he wants. When I am good, he is very very giving. When I am bad, he withholds things from me. I forgot to make the rope restraints for the bed. He was very disappointed and told me that I knew he was coming and should have prepared better.

Next time I must be more prepared. More organized.

Our interactions make me want to get fit again. He is happier when I am healthier. He doesn't want a sick or fat slave.

I will pee on command for him when he asks. I will shit on command if he requests. I will suck his dick. I will be happy to have him piss on me.

Why would I do all of these things so willingly? The answer is simple. It is incredibly satisfying. He fucks me hard in every part of my body. He moves my energy and creates waves of passion and ecstasy. He is tender, gentle and giving and likes me to cum many times.

We are not traditional lovers. He is my master and there is no doubt about it. Outside of the sexual realm the latent effects shimmer in conversations between us, but we are not together. No, we have very different and very separate lives. Being his mistress slave is a fantasy I have always wanted to fulfill. This is not a short term one session gig. I want to be relied up as such. I want to be used as one.

My master is so delicious. I crave his attention and interest. His words and thoughts are like a sweet delicate jelly on my tongue; so savory sweet and delicious.

I must find an assistant. Someone that can assist him in being my master...

Velocity

2008-12-21T15:28:00.003-05:00

Lovely. Yes, he has lovely legs. They are shapely and strong. Long black thigh high stockings caress his legs as he squirms below me. Like an eagle I stand above him and look down, waiting to see what my next move will be; this time I am the master.

He is so young and sweet with soft shaved flesh. Everything about him screams dominate me, but he has very little experience being a bottom. Sometimes he lets himself take it and other times he sits up and tries to regain control. In those moments I am giving and let him touch me and then with a soft push he is back down on the bed and bound.

His hard cock pushes out the side of the black lacy thong that is strapping it down. Gently, I scratch his body with my nails. Up and down his torso, up and down his legs and then around his groin...until I end it with hot breath and my tongue on the tip of his hard on.

I take a moment to let him feel the energy that has built up in the last few moments. He craves touch and manipulation to the point of urgency and starts thrusting his pelvis up and down hoping for contact.

At the right moment, I bend down and gently take his cock out of its restraints and take it into my mouth and then throat; until I am licking the base of his cock while it is at full penetration. He gasps a bit and then moans. The ecstasy is unbearable and I taste the juicy precum in my mouth.

Soon he is finished off, my Little Devil. The best part is he is just beginning to get started.

Transcendental

2008-12-20T17:59:00.004-05:00

I study creativity. The need to know how and why people are able to create is a driving force in every aspect of my life. No matter the subject or content, I am always looking and listening for threads of creativity and intuitive conciousness. This drive led me to a book that brought me back to Walt Whitman. Wow, to come full circle in my reading repertoire is quite amazing. The Transcendental movement has always been an inspiration to me, but I now look at Whitman and his writing quite differently 20 years later.

Whitman was an innovator on many levels and one of his pioneering beliefs was about the mind and body connection. They are inseparable. The emotions are mined from the physical body reacting to every thing from what we eat and exercise to...yep, you guessed it, my favorite subject, sex.

For me, sex is enticing as I am able to transcend space and time through the power of sensual touch and intention. So, it seems logical to me to now reread Whitman and gain a better understanding of how and why I crave deep sexual interactions as much as I do. When people touch each other and begin to communicate on a sexual level, everything about the body changes. This is true for many things such as competition and creativity as well. The body send signals to the brain creating an emotive response. The passion and pleasure perceived by the mind are driven by the body. Some people communicate better together; exchanging pheromones and glances. Knowing when to slap hard and when. It is all about bringing the mind to the orgasmic state of physical bliss and indulgence. Whitman himself spoke frequently about this topic and believed that it was an essential part of being alive. When you orgasm, you feel truly alive! Well...at least I do.

On that note, I have some stories to tell all of you. Rich and sexy moments of brushing glances and accidental bumps for some. Others are lusty nasty little stories that reflect new boundaries of trust and expectation. Very soon my hot and hard readers. Very soon.

(I have touched on this subject before when talking about the book Urban Tantra)

Can't Quit

2008-12-17T00:17:00.004-05:00

For many reasons I cannot seem to stop the urge to write. It could be that the stress of finals is getting to me and writing about sex is way more pleasurable than papers that feel shallow and contrived.

A few weeks ago, maybe less, I was kissed. No really. I didn't see it coming. It was fantastic and the energy was out of this world. He had a good amount of tension and touched me softly yet passionately. His plum soft lips invigorated mine. Wow, this was quite the surprise! While I have known him for a while, much like Montreal, it is hard to discern the little devil lurking inside until you are there in the midst.

Like always, it seems, he is in a serious relationship. At first this has seemed a damper, but in the last few days we have exchanged emails. It would have been coy of me to respond to his inquiry about me being devious with a one liner, but I went for it and gave him the whole ball of wax. Too bad I didn't drip it onto him first!

Turns out he is a bit more like me than I had suspected. His thoughts and fantasies are similar to mine in the sense that we both have nasty little minds that love sex. Must have sex. Crave and dream about sex. Yet in our typical day to day lives we show no sign.

Or do we... how did he know that I wanted a kiss? I was working at the time and only flirting on a very low level. Two, he as a girlfriend and yet he went for it. He was driven, compelled to kiss me in a very long and passionate way at my place of work. The risk in this was a chance most would not have taken.

Was it eye talk? Pheromones? Intuition? I don't know, but that kiss and the couple of emails were the final straw in getting me to write again. It is all just too titillating!

Stayed tuned. So much has happened. So much to blog about and the semester is almost over!

To Continue Posting or Not

2008-12-08T22:24:00.002-05:00

The past few months have seen me on an emotional high to a job high and through a complete break down. I have allowed myself to be torn apart and then acted the part.

For now, there is some potential in my life which deserves more attention.

I may be back some day, but for now, stay orgasmic!

Madame Dragonfly

The Moments

2008-11-17T19:54:00.007-05:00

Arching his back he penetrates my ass slowly and carefully. By the way his abdominal muscles are fully engaged, I can tell he is receiving immense pleasure. All the way inside of me he arches his body so his mouth is on my neck. Whispering in my ear he tells me he will make me cum without moving. His cock stiffens as his lips drag along my neck. He begins to suck the energy waves into his body. He does not move his cock, it only intensifies in its hardness. Between his lips, breath, stiff cock and intention I cum. I cum hard like I do when I masturbate by myself.

Or another moment...

He is above me, pounding into me, full force and full thrust. I am cumming as I realize my tits are slapping my chin...

Maybe this one...

Standing there I can feel his energy in the room. He walks up behind me and takes my hand that is behind my back. Without a word I turn into his arms and his awaiting lips.

Then there is when...

He is straddled above me and I am just about completely upside down as he squats, penetrating me with a thrust that feels like no other. His huge cock has deep veins and a big head, making me cum multiple times a session.

Also...

Slapping my face my body is writhing under him. We arch together creating a sphere of energy. I am working up to an uncontrollable frenzy. At that moment he grabs my hands and presses his fingers deeply into my palms, calming me down. Slowly he pushes and pulls his cock in and out of my pussy, making it swell more and more. All I hear is him whispering to me "Yes. Yes! Oh yes..." He is commenting on the swell of my pussy.

These are a few of the moments I relive in my head. The moments of lust, passion and of devouring one another.

I want and need this more!

Safety

2008-11-16T14:39:00.005-05:00

You know, I spend a large amount of my thinking on my emotional state. I care deeply about everyone around me. My desire to be craved and desire is at moments unbearable. Possibly to the point I no longer see what is in front of me. Am I suffering from a social malediction or is it just the person I am?

I desire to be in the soul of every person. I want to penetrate with my love, energy and sexuality. It is my dream to explore people, especially lovers, on a truly visceral level. Maybe something like open exploratory surgery of one's energy and being. I want to explore the fleshy warmth and the nooks and crannies of my lovers' souls.

However, because of this need, I find my heart and soul covered in metaphorical scars that enact the fear component. Maybe this is social awareness and a sense of reality and safety. However, I want this more and more and I will keep searching until I find a willing participant.

Safer sex as far as condoms and protection from those that are not D & D free is easier than protecting my heart. It isn't just sex that drives me, it is the carnality, the lust, the appreciation and the after care. Those are the things that inspire me to create my works of art as well as to research, work and write.

And so my quest for a suitable lover continues.

kisses

2008-11-12T00:03:00.003-05:00

soft and sensual

hard and passionate

lingering

tense

deep and enveloping

wet and sloppy

all over my body

all over your body

sucking

breathing

tasting

licking

dripping

stroking

expressive

make me tingle and respond to you. kiss me. kiss me again. i could live a thousand years on the moment of one of your kiss alone.

FUCK YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2008-11-05T00:37:00.004-05:00

THANK FUCKING GOD FOR A COUNTRY THAT CAN VOTE IN OBAMA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Masturbation is only better!

Madame Dragonfly

Priorities

2008-10-30T09:23:00.003-04:00

It shocks me sometimes when I disclose that I must masturbate daily in order to maintain my sanity and the receiver of this news gives me a look of complete wonder. The fact is, is that lately I have begun to put my life in order. Really in order. I place value on varied aspects of my life and then decide where they rank for different times and places. It isn't as complicated as it sounds.

Things on this list are:
being a mom
exercising
creating
school
work
eating well
and...
getting laid!

For the majority of my pubescent life I have had the need to have sex. This isn't something that I should be praised or denigrated for; it is just a fact of life. If you look at it pragmatically, it is a need. I need food. I need water. I need shelter. I need companionship. I need to have daily orgasms. If I need to cum, I will sacrifice other things to make sure this happens. Last minute homework? Nope. Too bad. Should have done the reading the night before. It is really a kind of incentive plan. The better I am at keeping up with all of the aspects of my massively busy life, the more I get to have orgasms, with or without another body involved.

So, without further ado, blogging does not fall high on my priority list lately, I must go take care of myself before I head to work.

Cheers!

Vitals

2008-10-29T12:26:00.003-04:00

Pulse: Strong
Blood Pressure: 119/76
Getting Laid: Does Mr. Hitachi count?
Desire to Write: Minimal
Desire to Get Laid: High, as always
Emotional State: Stable
Relationship Status: Single

All is well in the life of Madame Dragonfly for now. I am alive.

Some day I will write again. Maybe soon. Thank you to my readers that have sent personal emails. You are all WONDERFUL!

Hoping everyone is having erotic days and blissful orgasms,
MD

Sugasm #150

2008-10-11T17:14:00.003-04:00

The Venetian...

Sugasm #150

The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #151? Submit a link to your best post of the week by emailing me directly at radicalvixenatgmaildotcom Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.

This Week’s Picks
Stolen Time
“The sigh of a kiss that has been too long waiting is a wicked rush.”

Keeping things hot when everything hurts
“While it’s not as fun for him, what I love about those times is how sexy he makes me feel at a time when I probably feel the most worthless as a lover.”

Like lovers do…
“As soon as I got that groove, he felt it. His body started to tense up and tremble.”

Mr. Sugasm Himself
Sugar Bank

Editor’s Choice
At What Point Have You Crossed The Line?

More Sugasm
Join the Sugasm

See also: Fleshbot’s Sex Blog Roundup each Tuesday and Friday.

Sex News, Reviews, & Interviews
Catalina loves Sgt. Major from Backdoor Bondage and Kink.com
Click Foreplay
The End of the Sex Writer?
Lust Objectified: Lelo’s Lily Vibe
Sex News Roundup

Sex Work
20 Questions With Janet Jacme
Busy Busy Busy

Erotic Writing and Experiences
Backward (One)
The Five Twenties - The Fifth Twenty
i Kissed a Girl
The love for guys in uniform
Natalie Gets Laid
A Night to Remember, ft. Mariella and VibeReview
Talk Dirty To Me
Will you suck it?
Your Gorgeous Polish Girlfriend Won’t Pose Just How You Imagined

NSFW Pics, Videos & Audio
Boymeat’s Boots
HNT: Lucky Heather 2
Kelly Zhang (Met Art)
Radka - OJ

Sex & Politics
Do BDSM and McCain Go Together Like Vinegar and Oil?
Invasion

BDSM & Fetish
3 days
Punished in the school gym
Sex Camp 2008: The Petting Zoo!
slut to the Mailbox ….. This Morning’s Task as Accomplished
Someplace I’ve never been, part 2

Sex Advice
Man-Handles: What to Do with His Nipples?
Sadie’s Advice for Craigslist Dating. Confession #151

Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
Can Group Sex Get Your Man to Clean the House?
Channeling Jessica Rabbit
How I started paying for sex
Present Genitive
Seven Daily Sins: Lust
Trust

Today

2008-10-07T13:35:00.002-04:00

I just got off the phone with a dear friend of mine. I just found out that she has a very rare and terminal cancer. It has been misdiagnosed for several years so it has spread.

She told me today that she is not ready to die. She said that she has spent her whole life rushing around worrying about things. When she took her dogs to the park the other day for a swim she said she just started laughing because that was the one moment of joy in her day. That is it.

She said she is not ready because she needs more joy before she dies.

Autumn

2008-10-06T19:31:00.004-04:00

Vincent van Gogh, Pollard Willows With Setting Sun, autumn 1888 (Arles)

There is a saying The more things change, the more they stay the same. I see it kind of the other way around in autumn. The more things stay the same, the more they change.

Walking out of my flat on a crisp New York autumn afternoon I felt a sense of familiarity. Something like deja vu, but this wasn't something that I hadn't experienced before. It is a beautiful autumn day in the city. This is my favorite time of year. I feel comfortable and secure in my own skin. I feel like I can take on the world. There isn't anything that is impossible. Dreams are real for me during this magical time.

However, while this is the same season that I love in a city that I love, things are truly different this time. It is not only a new day and a new year from last, but I am no longer the person I was a year ago. The concept seems gossamer and slightly general, but it is true. It is this year that I feel like I have finally come into my own. I have a deeper understanding of myself. My confidence is there, which a few months ago it was all but nonexistent. This all came to me today while strolling down the street on the way to an appointment.

Drifting through my mind were thoughts of my pain for Sexy Friend but how I am now able to see myself as someone that can be there for him instead of just getting lost in his pain. Araponga had his birthday a several days ago. I thought about the package that has yet to arrive. Normally I would be so worried and needy, waiting for his reply. Now I just hope it didn't get absconded by customs.

Thoughts of Montreal passed through regarding his visit this past week and how we have changed. Wow, letting go, the release, is so painful. You have to have trust in yourself or something that life is beautiful.

And it is. The Venetian always tells me that. Things have changed with him as well.

This past week someone new came into view on the horizon. He is sweet and funny. He is sexy and open. The best part is, he just is who he is, no expectations of anything but. How refreshing and wonderful!

I am finding that I am surrounded by fabulous experiences and love from all sides. My focus on my studies is unlike I have had in years...many many years...no, I am not telling you how many.

Maybe I just thought things had stayed the same, but all the while they were really changing.

Trust

2008-10-05T10:04:00.003-04:00

How many posts can be written under the word trust? Endless amounts. Trust is this massive umbrella touching the most sensitive areas of our lives. In the past few months many close to me have dealt with and are currently dealing with issues surrounding this concept.

My idea of trust is that it is an implicit understanding you have with yourself in regards to something outside of your control. We say we place our trust in others, brands, situations, history...everything, but what we are really doing is letting go of control in order to receive some sort of benefit.

Some of the issues that have come up lately among many have been:

trust in a partner's fidelity, both sexually and emotionally
trust in another person's actions
not being trusted
honesty of safer sex and being D/D free

The one that strikes me most today, is the issue of not being trusted. Not being trusted hurts, especially when you deserve it. The opposite is just as painful which is being trusted and not deserving it. These moments of dissonance signify other issues. It can be anything from a lack of true communication, an inability to come to an agreement, the need for self improvement and much more. With this said, I don't think that this means that working through trust issues is pain free or leads to the desired results. Often, delving into these issues leaves indelible scars and leads one to other issues in their lives they may not have thought were significant issues. Is it a matter of character? I don't know, sometimes maybe. Is it a matter of greater social change? Again, I don't know, but sometimes I think maybe...

Exhale

2008-10-03T14:10:00.003-04:00

In the dark cool hours of morning I found myself sitting in my bed staring out the window at the other buildings around me. My visit from the Photographer put many things in my life into clear focus and perspective. The Photographer and I are platonic. Given my druthers and some tequila I might try to make it otherwise, but this is not the case, nor has it ever been. There were a few things he said that made sense and others that he didn't say but conveyed possibly more effectively that changed my life.

I have a deep amount of love and compassion for all of those close to me. What I am now able to see as clear as a crystalline stream, is the separation between my desire to get laid, my need for a companion, and my love for those dear to me. These lines were blurred to me up until my brief time with the Photographer. He had no intent on changing my life, but he did.

As a test, I saw Sexy Friend today. I still have a variety of feelings for this man. Incredible really. However, it was my anticipation that he was going to announce wonderful news. But as the texts, emails and calls changed as the time came closer to our lunch time, I had a feeling something was up. His sparkling eyes are dull. His walk is weak and bewildered instead of confident and jovial. His face shone a man that was in turmoil. The things he spoke of reinforced this view. For as much as I find him to be the perfect man, he is human and in need of assistance. My heart aches for his pain. My libido and fantasies have no place in my thoughts as I rack my brain for leads and solutions that could help. His health, friendship and happiness is more important to me than anything else I could write about at this moment.

This is something, as I said earlier, that I have struggled with. No longer. I love my friends and lovers first as amazing people. I always have. Sex, while important, is secondary in my life.

I care about Sexy Friend deeply and hope he is able to find solace and peace in some sort of balance soon. I will remain in the capacity of support as long as it takes in order for this to happen as it supersedes any other thought, action or emotion. This is true for any one of my friends and/or lovers.

As I have said in previous posts, what I want most out of life is for people to live in harmony and in bliss. That is my wish for all of you reading and everyone else.

Somthing I never finished

2008-09-22T19:33:00.003-04:00

Out of breath and sweating, I begin to notice my room around me again. I have just cum for the first time in a few day; Mr. Hitachi, some clothes pins and a dildo or two were the highlights of my private festivities. It had been much too long and I was much too tired, but there is only so much you can do in a situation like mine.

For the past five days I have had guests in town that I went out to see or that stayed with me. Not only have I pushed my boundaries of physical capabilities, but I have also challenged my concepts of love, relationships and respect.

Sugas #147

2008-09-21T09:19:00.003-04:00

The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #148? Submit a link to your best post of the week by emailing me directly at radicalvixenatgmaildotcom Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.

This Week’s Picks
Amazing
““You’re lucky I’m not being mean right now.””

Cum Squirt With Me. Confession #131
“Not much research has been done on the female orgasm in general, much less this seemingly new erotic marvel.”

Jealousy, Pornography and the Boundaries of Blogging
“I search to be a sexually free, independent and satisfied woman without the stigma of slut yet with the positive implications of slut.”

Mr. Sugasm Himself
Sugar Bank

Editor’s Choice
Blue Fantasy, Red Silk Rope

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Sex News, Reviews, & Interviews
DVD Review: “Hostel Lupus” (Lupus Pictures)
Lady Sascha Reviews the Light-Of-Love T
Sarge Ties Up Charlotte Vale On Hogtied
VibeReview Fantasy: Decadent Indulgence

Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
The Enigmatic Angel Finds Out Just HOW Kinky She IS
Fetish Fridays: Interview With A Sissy
How Grey Does Your Garden Grow?
Rock Me Sexy Jesus
We don’t plan to stop
Where Do I Fit In The Picture
Why I hire escorts
Why, Oh Why Do I Like Watching My Wife Get Fucked
You Are Beautiful Tonight

Sex & Humor
Overheard In BDSM

BDSM & Fetish
Bonds of Love
Brutal Bastinado And Intense Sadistic BDSM
Don’t Slam The Door
Exceeding My Expectations
Meeting with BS 4
Mistress or Lusty Bitch?
Public Displays of Discipline
Renewing and Reviewing: Rule 5
Sarge Says: The Vale That Is Thin Enough For Me
Sex and Submission Round 2 Report: Mz Berlin, Mark Davis, And Bondage
She works hard for a living…

Sex Work
Satine Phoenix Is A Sinner? Repent Repent Repent!

NSFW Pics, Videos & Audio
Clips and Clamps
Feather Fan HNT
Half-Nekkid Thursday: Sunny Side Up

Sex Advice
Bend over boyfriend how to make him want anal sex
How To Put On A Condom In The Dark
Man-Handled: What Makes the Perfect Blowjob?

Erotic Writing and Experiences
Being Alone
Catalina loves Fucking Mr. F (In My Mind At Least)
Chasseur
Fuck My Mouth
Horny
The Long Kiss Goodnight
Making out in the air part1
One
What She Forgot - Another Friday Night Bedtime Story
While it rains outside…

Sugasm #147

Easing into Normalcy

2008-09-16T10:43:00.003-04:00

The door to the elevator opened to show a door with a number painted on it. In my head I went over the room number again and this was it. As I approached there were bouts of cheering and laughter. Was this the correct room? I was right on time, and they were starting on time. Could I walk in knowing that everyone there would see me? I stood outside the door for a second and then opened the door and walked in. The room was packed. My head must have looked like a cherry tomato I was blushing so hard. With my head down I found a seat quickly. I don't remember seeing anyone for those first few minutes. The sweat from a brisk walk and uncontrollable blushing was dripping off my face and down the back of my neck. Great. This is really sexy.

Looking around I begin to realize that these people are all normal people. There is not one person more sexy or freakish than another. It is a group of similarly aged people with a similar interest; sex. Well, kink in sex to be exact. As the meeting progressed I saw someone that I had played with once. I sat back in my seat. Being recognized was not what I wanted nor needed at that exact moment. The meeting was fabulous and truly enjoyable. However, as soon as it broke I realized that I may have to speak with someone so I bolted out of there as soon as possible. The anxiety was so intense that it took over ten minutes to fight off the urge to outright cry just from the stress of it all.

Once I got over that I began to think about what it is that I want. Exploring kink is wonderful. Really, it is very satisfying, but it does not have to be a way of life for me. Walking down the street, sonata's playing in my head, I thought of Sexy Friend and Araponga. Araponga is not here and is seeming like someone that crossed paths with me. This could be the case with Sexy Friend as well as he is and has been in a serious relationship since I met him. I like the fact that he is honorable. That is a part of why I called him Sexy Friend in the first place.

What does this have to do with kink? Easy. Sexy Friend is not kinky. This does not mean that he is not experimental in any way. In fact, he is gregarious and outgoing. The confidence and relaxation he has with himself in varying social situations makes me drool. I guess I am thinking about the fact that I enjoy having my foot in on the kink as well desiring someone whom may not have any desire to go there. Araponga? Ha! He has got kink. He is Brazilian after all. The Venetian...oh, wow!...he is a fabulous lover and kinky. However, he is a lover and that is the extent of our relationship. I want more.

My fear is that I will get stereotyped and pigeonholed. I want both. The vanilia in life is so wonderful because all flavors are and having a little taste of everything helps you figure out what it is you want to have on your perverbial table.

Strauss and Me

2008-09-15T20:22:00.005-04:00

Sitting here on a Monday evening, there are many things I should be doing, cleaning, writing, reading, organizing, researching, creating, loving... Instead I am at my office waiting for a half hour to pass.

In a low cut retro black dress with tiny little white polka dots, I sit in the sterile lighting universities are known for. On the radio is Strauss with a piano concerto. It blows through my office with the cool coming of autumn breeze. My mood is wistful and romantic. The fire engine red dots at the end of my fingers make for a stark contrast on my white Mac keyboard. In a few short minutes I'll be headed towards another location on campus. At this location will be others like me, flying into the light like moths. The thought of being in public in a truly emotionally exposed manner raises the edge of anxiety a bit more than I would like.

I am heading to my first interest group meeting. It doesn't directly have to do with politics. It has something to do with helping the needy, but in a very different way than one would anticipate. We will not end world hunger. We will not focus on stocks. This is a sex interest group.

While this is something I have looked forward to for quite some time, I go with a bitter taste in my mouth. This past week I was chastised on many fronts from once lovers to observers and from my director to Webster. Tonight I am my romantic self, but still feeling the pain of this past week's inflictions. These moments are not those of the enjoyable sort that arouse one's libido and make one relax. These moments of pain are those of the irreversible and indelible sort.

My spirits were buoyed through woven conversations with the Venetian. Life is so incredibly ephemeral! The rough and painful jousts of emotional battle tear into the tapestry of a fleeting life.

I write because I am passionate. I love for the same reason. And sex...oh...my favorite word and past time? Yes, because I am passionate.

Sugasm #146

2008-09-13T08:25:00.000-04:00

The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #147? Submit a link to your best post of the week by emailing me directly at radicalvixenatgmaildotcom Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.

This Week’s Picks
Nipple clamps, butt plug, Hitachi - oh my!
“Once the plug is in, I’m going to send you on a little walk.”

I discover transcendental orgasm
“It was peaceful, and like holding on to a live wire at the same time.”

When We Were Kids: Thoughts on BDSM
“The tying was always my favourite part, whether I was the one tied who had to escape, or the one who got to do the tying.”

Mr. Sugasm Himself
Sugar Bank

Editor’s Choice
Like a Prayer - Part 2

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Erotic Writing and Experiences
Bite Me
Chess
Lunch Date
On the phone
People we’ve always wanted to be
Submitting Again: Part 3
Top
Webcam
While it rains outside…
Your Gorgeous Polish Girlfriend does not feel like having sex tonight

Sex Work
The Age of Porn: Performers, Attraction, and Age
So there I was, with a caller…
The Whore in the House Next Door

NSFW pics
Dana by Goncharov (Met Art)
Fetish Model & PornSLUTkitty Gets Her Head Tattooed
A Fully Naked HHNT
Not a masochist

Sex News, Reviews, & Interviews
The Lelo Mia
Nea: by Lelo
Njoy’s Amazing Butt Plugs - A Sex Toy Review
Sex News Roundup

BDSM & Fetish
After the Party … (part III)
Catalina loves Naughty Secretary Roleplay
Charlotte Vale And I (Mz Berlin) In Bondage Gangbang On The Training Of O
The Enigmatic Angel’s Kinky Cinematic Journey
The Pleasure Of Torment
Push Button Behavior Modification
The Sarge And Backdoor Bondage Have Great Impact Play And Hogtied Style Bondage Content
Shoes, it’s really all about the shoes.
Snap, Crackle, and Pop
Whipped Pussy Reminds You To Always Keep A Spare In The Trunk

Sex Advice
Help, my boyfriend won’t go down on me!

Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
Can A Threesome Help You Find Your True Love?
Eco Sex and Green BDSM
Femme is a Noun, an Adjective, a Verb…
If You are Charming Smart, but Ugly, I Fuck You For Sure!
It’s a struggle.
Stripper Milf versus Stripper Teen: 69 points to ponder
Where The Hell Did My Boobs Go?

Chastisement

2008-09-12T20:19:00.003-04:00

For the past 24 or so hours I have been chastised on several fronts of my life. Not only is this painful, but I question every fiber of my being. The rational person understands that maybe it is not you. But with this many people expressing anger, hate, aggression and disapproval in such a short period of time, one has to wonder.

I pissed off a couple of people regarding my blog and personal issues. Then I pissed off my boss about something minor, but she is treating it like the end of the world and that I am an idiot. Then I pissed off Webster because I texted him way too many times since we last saw each other. Most of them were immediately after I left. I was drunk.

The problem is is that I see my faults, but I also see the misunderstandings in each case. However, in each case, more words will just make it worse.

I just wish people would communicate with me before they are this pissed off or angry. I cannot handle aggression. All I want is to live life in bliss. Miscommunication and arguments happen, but how am I supposed to know unless someone tells me. It was a hard lesson to learn that people cannot read my mind (even if I pay them to) and I hope I begin to surround myself with others that understand where I am coming from.

Trite and Petty

2008-09-11T16:31:00.003-04:00

Recently I was told that I am write trite posts. It could be that to some, my posts are trite and pointless. But I must go back to my personal statement that I am writing this as an exploration of my personal sexuality and happiness. In some crowds what I do is "vanilla" and yet to others I am a "slut". However, I do not, like almost everyone I know fit into a label or category very neatly. My personal goal in life is to find bliss. This may not seem blissful to some readers, but this is my life and I have at many fortunate moments in the past year found bliss and happiness. Living here in NYC has offered me the good fortune of proximity to some amazing people.

I am a careful person and I hope. It would be foolish of me to think that everyone that reads my blog would or could understand how much care I put into each of my relationships. I do not hold venom or anger for anyone on earth. Maybe I am a foolish love seeking hippie woman. Maybe I am a fool. Or, maybe I do what feels good for me and that always includes making others happy and taking care of them. It makes me sad to know that billions of people on Earth hold anger and resentment. This is something I search to escape from and try to ease in others when I see it.

One last thought for the moment. It is so easy to take bloggers for granted. It is easy to lose sight that there are people with complex lives behind the names and writing. When reading multiple blogs a night I sometimes have to stop myself, step back and think about the writer as a fellow human and what it took to get the writer to where they are at that moment. Each person has their own purpose in putting their thoughts out there. However, what is written is most often only one small facet of whom they are which includes myself. Also, even though I am an academic in one aspect of my life, it does not ever mean that will clearly or accurately express myself and this holds true for others. Misreadings lead to assumptions which lead to other forms of miscommunication.

Jealousy, Pornography and the Boundaries of Blogging

2008-09-08T01:07:00.009-04:00

Jealousy is a demon with many heads. There are many instances where there is confusion and the emotion, whatever it really may be, is mistaken for jealousy. The driving thought behind this comment has to do with the fact that many of my dates and lovers have told me that reading about my exploits makes them envious or even jealous.

That is not the point of this blog.

I search to be a sexually free, independent and satisfied woman without the stigma of slut yet with the positive implications of slut.

The other night I saw someone for the second time. Webster, I shall call him, has a way with words and is completely complimentary. He did admit to me that between our two encounters he had read my blog and felt a bit of green (as in envy, not sick!!!) over the whole thing. Is there a problem with a woman being sexually explicit? Maybe that isn't the issue. I don't think I would want to read...NO...I KNOW I would not want to read blogs of others such as Araponga, Sexy Friend and the Venetian. How and why should I expect others to be okay with it?

Do I not share my blog with my lovers any longer? I feel the need to be upfront about my writings as well as my personal journey. I also enjoy the tease of having my sexual exploits out there for them to read and hopefully drool over, masturbate to and seek me after reading. However, the reality that I am a sexually active and eager woman seems to be a difficult to digest on such a personal level for some of those reading. When does the pornographic nature of my writing cross the emotional boundary? This topic is regularly addressed on Polyamorously Perverse. Tom loves it when he gets used pussy and revels in women that put out...a lot. This is not true for all men though. I would like to think that some men don't like used pussy. For me personally, I prefer a man that isn't hung up on the fact that I am not a used pussy nor am I a virgin. I guess this is a topic I will have to explore more deeply as I move forward in search of pure delight and bliss in every realm of my world.

Submitting Again: Part 3

2008-09-07T13:26:00.004-04:00

Lou Reed Perfect Day

After several a week of meditating on this fabulous day, I find that I both want and need more...

Part 1
Part 2

At the end of the bed, on the floor, and on all fours, I can feel his legs on mine as he begins to straddle me. His knees are bent as he slaps my ass and lower back, back and forth. I arch my back in pleasure. As I tilt my pussy upwards toward him, he slides his cock into me again. The angle is pure pleasure, the angle is one that I try to find when I am masturbating and close to orgasm. He brings me close and then abruptly pulls out. "This is what you get when you are good and listen." I giggle. Then he smacks my ass hard and tells me to walk.

He still has a tight grip on my hair as I slowly crawl through the house. As I crawl, I sway my hips left and right, making sure I have my wet and ready pussy directed up toward him. Within a few steps he tells me that I am naughty because he has to fuck me. He does... and I cum. With another slap we are walking again and in the bathroom. He has me stand in the shower, still blindfolded with my lace panties. He asks me to touch myself. I masturbate to a massive orgasm. My legs are shaking from the intensity and I can hardly stand.

He then takes me out of the tub, puts me up against a wall and fucks me up the ass. He feels so good as he grabs my hips and pushes into me. I know he is watching his own cock sip in and out of my hole. Abruptly he stops, takes off the condom and makes sure he is clean, takes off my blindfold and walks me to the bed.

He lays down, his cock against his leg. I know what I get to do next. Taking his dick in my hand I go down on him. The taste of latex still on his cock I go down the length of his shaft. Next I lick the bottom from his balls to his tip. After some of this I push his legs up in the air and rim him. I hear him moan in pleasure and his cock gets harder. I move back up to his cock, swirling my tongue and stroking him with the wetness of my mouth I bring him to orgasm. I swallow him cum and we lay there; spent.

After conversation and laughter we dress and head out the door. For the next couple of hours we spend our time talking and laughing over a light (an very late) lunch and a bottle of chilled Tocai. The air felt as if it were a part of our bodies, not too hot and not too cold.

This was a perfect day.

Sugasm 145

2008-09-06T13:58:00.002-04:00

The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #146? Submit a link to your best post of the weekby emailing me directly at radicalvixenatgmaildotcom Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.

This Week’s Picks
Being Civil
“They couldn’t understand what the appeal of a civil union was for us.”

Clandestine Rendezvous
“He turned around to kiss me and I melted.”

Hotel Sex
“The excitement is too much for both of us”

Mr. Sugasm Himself
Sugar Bank

Editor’s Choice
You Can’t Make This Shit Up, Part 2

More Sugasm
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Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
Let’s Pretend…
Masturbaticon I
Our Peculiar Erotica
“Pay No Attention To That Man Behind The Curtain”
Taking Charge of Your Own Pleasure
Tease and Denial: In Defense of Subtlety
Things that make you go Mmmmmm

Sex News, Reviews & Interviews
Babygate Continues!
Vibrators of the Future

Sex Work
Pillow Humping Cam Pussy

BDSM & Fetish
Arms to the sky
Beads
brock’s Last Task
My surprise for Daddy
Naughty, Naughty…Nice
The New Pet (fiction)
A proper thank you
The Runaround.
Welcome to Kinky Sex Link

NSFW Pics, Videos & Audio
Bare back HNT
HNT - Stripping for the Bath Brush - F/m Spanking Pic
Sasha Grey (NewNudeCity)

Erotic Writing and Experiences
8:55 - On My Way…
Asian massage parlors
Awakening
Brains in her cunt
The “Ex-Pat” Love [2nd. Revision]
Fantasy Friday: Lips Like Sugar
Hausfrau
In the Early Morning Darkness
Not Quite Poetry
On the Back of a Motorcycle
Release
Your first time with me

Submitting Again: Part 2

2008-09-04T22:09:00.004-04:00

Goltzius, Hendrik, The Sleeping Danae Being Prepared to Receive Jupiter, 1603

All good things come in threes...this story is no different. (Part 1)

Laying on the bed I am hot and wet...I cannot wait to feel him push himself deep inside of me. I sometimes like being on top, but today I could tell that he wanted to fuck me. Over at the bureau he takes an NYC condom (I not only have a link to the site but regularly use them as well) when he turns to face me he is fully sheathed and fully erect. It is quite a site to see such a man. He has the type of cock companies take castings of and sell millions of lifelike copies to wanting customers all over the globe. He is gifted. Oh, my. Just that sight alone makes me submit. How could I not with the promise of that?

He crawls over me and places the tip of his cock just in the mouth of my pussy. Then slowly he pushes into me. This has got to be one of my favorite moments in sex; the feeling of initial penetration. I exhale every ounce of stale air inside of my lungs as our bodies begin to exchange energy. Then he fucks me hard. His pelvis ramming into mine as he achieves full penetration with full force. I cum several times, but this is just the beginning. He is a good master and likes to make sure that I am a satisfied bottom.

He slaps my face as he arches his back and thrusts into me even harder. My first reaction is confusion, then I immediately smile and then giggle. "You think that is funny, do you? I am feeling a little bit aggressive today." He slaps me again and I grab his hips pulling him down on me. He grabs my hands and secures them at my sides. "I am in control today." He slaps me more and then get down close to my ear and whispers. As he whispers, his motions slow down to match the intensity of his voice. He also controls the depth as if an extension of his expression. He grabs my hair from behind my head and whispers, "I am going to blind fold you, then masturbate and cum all over your face. But you don't get to swallow. You don't deserve that."

Taking my legs and folding me in half then pushing into me again he continues talking to me. "You are going to have to climb up on that table and piss. You will complain that you are embarrassed, but I don't care. Then I want to put a leash on you and take you out into the street. When we come back, not even in the door yet, I will take my dick out and you will suck it. I don't care who sees."

At this point I am restrained, folded in half, fucked hard and given a fantasy in which I am submitting. What else can I do but orgasm?!?! He decides that this is all too easy for me and has me stand up. He blindfolds me with my lace panties and has me get down on all fours. He has me by a fist of hair.

Submitting Again: Part 1

2008-09-01T09:49:00.005-04:00

Submitting is easy with a man like the Venetian. He doesn't always want to dominate me, but this time he did and I wanted it.

Standing in front of me he places one hand on my waste and the other hand around the side of my face, his fingers lacing though my hair. Gently he brings my mouth to his, our lips touch. It is just that. I pull in to create a deep kiss but he pulls back to the point where just our lips touch. He is waiting for me to relax. It is difficult to remember that I cannot just jump in. He has a plan. Quickly he lets me feel his tongue and then backs off. I desperately try to pull him in, but he keeps me just at his lips. Our bodies are together and completely aligned. Feeling my breath quicken, he places one arm over my shoulder and another arm around my upper back. Immediately I feel compromised. This is not a bad thing, in fact it was a more assertive reminder that I need to stop taking control and to relax. As I let go, letting my shoulders fall I can feel the swelling of his gigantic cock under his light cotton pants. With this, he begins to kiss and lick my lips. I keep getting this only as long as I do not take control.

My eyes have changed from eager to wanting. He asks me politely to close the curtains. As I turn around I see his slender but muscular chest exposed. A sculpture. I go to touch his bare body, but as I do he gently takes my hands and holds them down by my sides. He tells me to keep them there. Letting go, he unbuckles his pants. It is my turn now. The bed is behind me and he is in front of me. I slide down and kiss the sides of his body and his abdomen as I pull down his pants and boxers. It always amazes me how far down I must pull his pants down to completely exposed his engorged cock. I giggle as I think that the Venetian is the reason there is the joke about a man's dick being his third leg. For the Venetian it is not too far from the truth.

He spreads his legs as I sit on the floor with the bed as my back support. His cock dangles over me. As my mouth begins to water I lick and suck his cock. He is watching my amethyst colored nails go up and down the shaft of his cock as I go down on him. Then in a moment of foolishness, I ask him to lay down. He helps me up, but then forces me onto the bed on my hands and knees. It is time for my first lesson in being a good sub. From behind he rubs my body over my clothes and then lifts my skirt grabbing my ass. He slaps is a few times. I know to stay. He come around to the front and lifts me up. I stay still. As a gift, he lifts up my skirt and pulls down my black lace thong, exposing my pussy. He fingers my clit and bites my labia, only enough to let me know that I can get more. While he is down there I take of my skirt and shirt over my head.

After taking off my bra, we are on our knees facing each other. He presses me close into him and uses his nails to press down deeply into parts of my body making reality a bit hazy. With a hand of nails on my head and a hand of nails on my back he bites me, kisses me and licks me. He grabs my hair in a tight fist and pulls my head back. I completely surrender and arch my back placing my hands on my heals. I can feel his lips down my abdomen and on my pussy and thighs.

Laying me down on the bed, I know I am supposed to wait. The prelude is over and I am about to get what I want most...

Waiting

2008-08-31T12:30:00.001-04:00

I am waiting. Sitting here in my apartment... about another 30 minutes or so...the problem is...I am thinking about someone else fucking me. I know that the Venetian will be a dream, but for now my mind is elsewhere. What a pain in the ass.

The Return

2008-08-30T19:24:00.003-04:00

Tomorrow is a highly anticipated day. I get to see the Venetian tomorrow. I have seen through this summer without his presence and that wait is about to be over. The Venetian is the perfect lover. With deft hands and an amazing understanding of the delicate nature of life, he penetrates my anxiety and takes care of me while we are together. After hours of satisfaction we lay around talking and sometimes get lunch. It is bliss. We will never be more than this. We don't want it to be different and why would anyone change it?

At this moment happiness reigns as I get ready for tomorrow. All day today I have been smiling ear to ear and walking on clouds. I do worry about the potential weight I have gained, but we will talk about it no doubt. He is lovely and generous; completely deserving of praise.

In need of sex but more

2008-08-28T22:37:00.004-04:00

It came to me today while I was walking to the local market. What I crave most is the ability to trust someone with my heart. This implies that all of my said desires are in place. Sex is easy and fun. No, it is stupendous! It is my favorite past time along side painting and art making. What makes it incredible is when I can have great sex, which I have had some outstanding lovers, followed up by a relationship where I am appreciated and cared for as a partner as well as a lover.

This does not mean that I do not want or need the more superficial randy hard core fuck every once in a while. Use tonight as an example. I am horny as hell. It would be great to just get this out of my system and ride a lover until their eyes cross. But...I am here at home. Spending time with my son is dear to my heart, but I need some hard cock tonight.

Now, tomorrow I may want to have a quickie and a morning coffee. This is something I would prefer to do with a partner. I need to be taken care of sometimes. I also like the thought that someone thinks enough of me to just be with me. That takes honesty and trust more than a quick fuck does. This could be the reason I enjoy being submissive in bed...