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Desperation

2009-05-08T10:54:00.000-07:00

[Ok, so this isn't the MOST relevant picture, but it's hot and something that would be nice. Plus, there's a dildo in it...]

I don't have a dildo. You may have noticed a lack of masturbation entries, this might be why. That, and I get thoroughly fucked so much that I don't really need it.

Well, I needed it this week. Badly. So very very badly that I broke his rule and touched myself.

Probably because of the reverse psychology, but, whatever. We ended up dirty texting and I desperately searched the house for SOMETHING to impale myself on.

I found a bottle of acidic facewash. No.

I contemplated the bottles in my room, but they wouldn't fit; comfortably or otherwise.

A lot of things too small, a lot were too big. Wrong shape, awkward corners....

The best I could come up with were the wooden dowels my brother had laying around for a project. The shortest was about 3 feet long, and they were an inch or so in diameter.

Like I said, I was desperate.

I stripped my bottoms and laid on the bed, carefully maneuvering the dowel to my dripping pussy. I worked it in, keeping it mostly inside the entire time, my fingers on my clit.

I jerked my body more than my fingers, between the pressure on my clit and the weight in my cunt I was immediately on edge.

For some reason my mind flew to the last time I was half naked in this bed, when he was between my legs. Tongue flicking my clit. Reliving all the sensations, in addition to the ones I was giving myself, I careened over the edge. Just enjoyed the orgasm, the afterwaves, and the glow I get from cumming when I need it so badly.

Something About This Bar....

2009-05-05T13:24:00.000-07:00

It makes me hot. I'm at my house, stuck for a week, and I need sex, badly.

What do I think of first?

The shower, hehe. And his dick in my mouth. But then I remember....he's at work. At the bar. And I want him in that bar, so bad.

Primping before we leave. Showering, lotioning, and slowly slipping on my underwear with him watching. Picking out the most easy access, skin showing clothes. Driving with him, giving him my sex eyes...rubbing his cock through his jeans, making him want me before he walks in the door.

As I sip on my soco & diets, I lean across the bar-emphasizing my generous cleavage. When he walks around the bar cleaning up, I swivel around flashing him some panty as he looks right up my mini skirt.

He walks toward me without thinking, pressing himself into me as he leans down for a kiss. I envelope his hardening cock with my smooth firm thighs, and pull his neck toward me to kiss him deeper.

As we talk I encourage his erection absentmindedly, stroking it hard and unzipping his pants. My eyes dart around, checking that nobody can see, then pull his cock out and stroke it more. Licking my forefinger and thumb, I rub the head with the silky lube my mouth created.

My saliva on his hard cock now, I crave to have my mouth on it. I can barely keep myself from bending down and taking it between my soft, wet lips. Caressing it with my tongue, probing the tip and lapping the underside. The thick shaft entering my throat.

I can't. It drives me wild to have to behave, to limit my libido to lusty looks.

Just once I want to be alone, to have him kiss me deeply and then lift me onto the bar. He'll kiss his way down my body and eat my cunt, drive me to a screaming orgasm. Shake my legs around his face.

I love his tongue on me. He drives me wild. Knows all the right spots and takes me there.

I want to go out with him, to the bar. Have some drinks and get woozy. Climb down and hide under the table, sucking him off quickly.

Run down to the basement, the liquor room, and have him pull my skirt off and fuck me hard and fast while I'm bent over a shelf. Pull me back onto him while I bit on my arm to keep from screaming. He'll cum inside me...it'll drip down my leg as we head back upstairs.

Right now...

2009-05-04T16:10:00.000-07:00

Right now I want to be alone in the house.

Right now I want to be in my bed, naked.

Right now I want to have a vibe on my clit. A really powerful one.

Right now I want to cum so hard I can't move.

Right now I need something in my pussy. Don't care what.

Right now I want a cock in my mouth, in my face, in my throat.

Right now I want to sleep.

Prince Charming Does Exist

2009-05-02T00:25:00.000-07:00

Ladies, stop thinking Prince Charming is a perfect knight in shining armor with impeccable taste, wonderful manners and exists purely for you. We don't want brainless homosexual slaves. We also aren't perfect ourselves, and definitely aren't the stereotypical princesses.

"Price Charming" is a man who fits. Who listens to you, cares what you think, and respects you. Everyone will fight...disagree...and make mistakes. This is what makes us human, unique, interesting.

It takes a little compromise to discover the royalty in each of us. By acting like a "princess" to a man, you can discover the prospective "prince" inside of him. If, in response to your "princess" you get a frog, dump him. You deserve better.

Now, I don't mean to get all "Sex and the City" with this, but I have a point. Through the blogging/twitter community I've found a few people who fit into this description. I'm with my Prince Charming, but that doesn't mean the other men I meet are any less of one!

One in particular was the reason I began my blog. He is...passionate. Concerned. Caring, dedicated, focused, and one of the best friends I've had. When you need him, this guy is there. He is incredibly intelligent and creative at the same time, an unbearably sexy combination that's dangerously attractive when combined with cute, clever comments, flattering well-thought compliments and a great sense of humor. From thousands of miles away he'll make you want him, and then treat you with such respect you'll beg him not to.

This Prince Charming is my mentor, friend, advisor, and supporter. You'd all be lucky to know him :D

Wanting You Wanting Me

2009-05-01T23:47:00.000-07:00

Ok, so at this point I realize there are a few people reading my blog (thanks!) and I've heard from a few of them. I LOVE hearing from you guys! Knowing I'm turning you on turns me on, and that helps me write more :)

This is my proposal. Readers write me (either comment or e-mail) with stories/fantasies that result due to my blogs and others. I love meeting new people, drop me a line and we can get to know each other ;)

Have a good weekend all!

*star*

Not My Dream, This Time

2009-05-01T15:50:00.000-07:00

He had a dream about me.

We go every other week not seeing each other, and the weeks we're apart I fantasize more/blog a lot, and he has naughty naughty dreams. Usually wakes up, reads my blog, and imagines fucking me and cumming inside me.

He told me he had a dream last week, but wouldn't give me details. Said he had to show me.

Last night, he read my blog and remembered his dream. Asked if he could show me. I love new experiences, especially sexual ones, and I love sharing dreams and fantasies with him. Of course I said yes.

He put a pillow over my face, blocking my view of his actions. The bonds on the bed were moved around, and he fastened my ankles with cuffs from behind my head. My legs were spread, raised, and my pussy fell apart, starting to water.

My wrists were tied under my legs; I couldn't move. He probed my ass with his dick, pushing in and then pulling out.

He wanted my pussy today. Wanted to take it, it wasn't to be given. It was something he had to take. Rubbing my inner wall, he barely dipped into me but hit all the right places. Putting his fingers on my clit, I didn't stand a chance.

I went from zero to cumming faster than I ever have before. He'd stop rubbing, start, stop, and start. This drives me wild. Gets me closer, feeling so good, better and better, and then I explode. Contractions got closer, harder, and then release...that lasted forever as he continued playing my clit and fucking my cunt.

Tears were streaming from my eyes as I lost control of my words; my voice. It was amazing, and lasted forever. I could have died perfect at that moment-of sheer pleasure.

Only then did he fuck my ass. Pulled my legs up higher, suspended by the bonds. Pushed my legs together and pulled himself into me. Made me cum so hard I thought for sure I was gushing. My body contracts so hard with those orgasms I was bent in a negative angle.

He gives me every orgasm possible.

And makes me want more...gonna go fantasize about him fucking me more.

[Site for orgasm pictures here. Should visit if girls getting off turns you on.]

Pain, Blood, Rope, and Fucking

2009-04-30T14:14:00.000-07:00

He left the outfit on the bed. Just an old pair of tight sweats, a faded t-shirt, and a pair of panties that I haven't worn in years. Underneath it all, I found a blindfold after I had the clothes on.

I was supposed to follow his directions, so I slipped it on. Perched on the end of the bed, waiting for him to come in.

He didn't speak. I heard him come in, but he didn't speak. It made me nervous, hearing him but not knowing where he was; what he was doing. He pulled me to my feet, moving me around the room at his will.

He was getting things ready. What things, I don't know. Suddenly he pulled me to him, lifted me up and roughly threw me onto the bed, violently flinging me. I curled into myself, instinctively pulling my arms to my body. He grabbed my arm and pulled it swiftly to the scratchy rope he had tied to the bed, fastening my wrist securely to it.

Struggling to keep my freedom, I pulled and fought, trying to attack the assailant I couldn't see. He pulled harder, yanking my arm and pinching my skin. He tied me down by all four limbs, and when he was done my skin was raw and burning; my clit was throbbing.

"Gonna try and fight me some more?" he said, slapping me across the face. I whimpered and twisted a little, testing my bonds. He took a handful of my left tit and squeezed, harder and harder until I said "No, no, no more fighting. I promise." He released me, moving away from the bed once more.

I felt his hands on my body, running over softly and then a tug on my pants. Then a ripping sound, as he knifed my clothes off of me.

"Don't wriggle unless you want me to make you bleed," he said in a low voice, concentrating on the fabric he was destroying. I thought about moving, so he'd nick me, but didn't want to force his hand.

He slipped the blade under the crotch of my panties, below my clit and above my pussy. A swift yank and the blade nicked my thigh. The warm blood running down my leg made me crazy, and my pussy gushed with the slick lube I was making in excess. It throbbed...my clit tingled with a ghost of an orgasm at intense thoughts. He slapped his hand into my bare stomach, and I broke.

"Hurt me, slap me, cut me, scratch me...put your hands on me and mark me up."

A sharp blow landed on my body, from my pristine tits to my throbbing pussy. A line was raising up from the leather belt that he struck against me. A half scream half moan escaped me, and my cunt gushed. He leaned down and bit my torso, distracting me before he pushed a thick vibrator into my ass.

I arched, allowing him better access and sighing deeply as it sunk into my ass entirely. He pulled it out and pushed it back in, continuing to torture my body with his mouth and available hand. The bite on my nipple sharpened my desire, an orgasm building already. Suddenly his mouth was on my pussy, his tongue teasing my clit.

Feeling his tongue on me and the vibrations in my ass pushed me over. I was cumming so hard I screamed, begging him to scratch me, hard. His fingernails drew rivers over my skin, breaking it in some places. Blood seeped out, decorating my porcelain skin.

With the vibrator in my ass still, he climbed on me and fucked me. Brought me to the edge and stopped, moving to my ass with his dick.

Fucking my ass with my legs at my face. I grab the vibrator and shove it into my pussy, vibrating on high and fingering my clit. Breathing heavy, moaning, and screaming into the most intense orgasm I've ever had.

Hurt Me

2009-04-29T17:36:00.000-07:00

We agreed that he'd only try to have sex with me as long as I'm not laying down. So I kept sitting up, standing, walking around, and teasing him with my ass. He loves my ass.

I wanted him to get me. Take me. Touch me. But I wasn't gonna make the move, I wasn't in that mood. He resisted for a while though...it was kinda sexy. Me flaunting myself in front of him, silently begging him to take it. And him resisting.

Finally he stood up and said "You're not laying down," while grabbing me, kissing me. He threw me onto the bed and climbed on top of me, kissing me. I responded passionately, grabbing him and pushing further into him. He roughly kissed my neck and chest, pulling on and practically ripping off my bustier.

At the first pain on my neck I reacted, biting and scratching. It was his way of telling me he wanted it rough.

He never wants it as rough as I do. I've drawn blood from him with my nails, he doesn't like it. Usually kills the mood.

Not this time. It was hot. Hurried. Everything we did, we wanted to do it all at once. Pulling, grabbing, pinching, biting, pushing, grinding.

He yanked my panties off and flipped me over, barely rubbing his cock on my slit before he was working himself in my ass. I was in the mood for pain, so he pushed all the way in and pulled out, slowly immersing himself in my ass.

"Hurt me," I said, pulling his hand to my body. He increased his fervor, throwing his body on mine as he reamed my ass with his thick cock.

"No. Hurt something else." He grabbed my shoulder, pinching, and leaned down and bit me, hard.

"Slap me," I breathed, moaning in between my words. His hand connected with my ass, slapping it again and again. "My back," I directed.

He spanked and slapped and pinched and bruised me. We collapsed on the bed, taking a break. I got up and bent over to grab my clothes, and he was behind me and in my ass, again. Fucking me. Pulling me into him, onto him.

He sat on the bed and I sat on his cock, bouncing it further into me and then he came, releasing deep in my ass and making me cum a final time, intensely.

I was bruising already, and it was nice.

Is There Such Thing As Innocent Debauchery?

2009-04-25T02:22:00.000-07:00

So I don't really think I'm asking a question here, because I really don't know if I'd like the answer. As wonderful as sex with Jeremy is, I have had experiences of the sexual kind before him.

Oh, the memories. Sex is great. Boys are great. Sneaking around...is great. Particularly the *feeling* of cheating, where one isn't cheating. The cheating feeling is NOT good. At least, for me. Maybe some people get off to immense guilt, sadness, home-wrecking heartbreaking evil. As well as the "Oh shit!" moment in which you realize exactly what you've done.

Yeah, been there, done that. Wouldn't go back.

Anyways. Sneaking around. I remember fondly telling my parents I was spending the night at a friend's, then going to a cute guy's house and watching movies all night.

Sort of. I don't really recall how it happened, but I showed up at his house...it was dark...I don't even think he showed me around. Or turned on lights. We were pretty much fuck buddies, but he was a great fuck buddy; didn't go straight for the goods all the time and was as giving as he was receiving.

I think we were watching a movie downstairs. On the couch. Don't ask me which one, haha, I'm lucky I remember that much. And that's just because the next thing I remember is going at it on the couch, like sexy, high school, this is the only place to do it and I want you so bad I can't stand it. I was wearing a skirt and panties (I wasn't as big of a slut back then as I am now) and we were making out.

To this day I still find this sexy.

As we were making out, he slipped his hand up my skirt and pulled my panties to the side. His fingers probed my wetness, sliding in smoothly with the lubrication I was providing. He fingered me, kissing, pressing his weight on me.

He stripped me up the stairs and into his room, and we had sex. Again and again and again, and he made me moan, and gasp, and scream. I lost count of the orgasms. That was the first time that happened...

Washing Up And Getting Dirty

2009-04-25T01:47:00.000-07:00

I'm a naughty, naughty girl. I don't say this to turn you on, or cater to the fantasy of the "bad girl;" it's just a fact. If I went to church I'd probably fantasize about sex on the alter.

Bad, bad girl. But I'm pretty sure I make a fantastic woman.

We rented a hot tub again last week. Delicious. Nothing like steaming hot water, slippery wet skin and just enough body parts covered to set a mood. Which is probably why hot tub sex is so common, despite the uncomfortable lack of lube due to water and chemicals.

He wanted my ass. Badly. He usually wants my ass, but the swim-skirt I was wearing plus watching me wade around the tub...well, he wanted it.

Pulled the bottoms off, leaving my bare ass and pussy covered only by the long top I was wearing.

I felt sexy.

Hot-tub sex, I'm sorry, is overrated. Completely. Do it once to say you did, then don't again. Unless you're in a public place and do it coyly...just to have the thrill of doing it in front of people.

Of course I've never done that!!

Like I said, bad bad naughty girl.

So hot-tub sex, boo. Now, anal in the hot-tub...

He came up behind me; I was on my knees. I didn't want it, but I did. As always, with anal. The only time I'm not totally sure in sex. He enters me, keeping me from moving away.

Always has to do that.

Slowly gets inside me, and I sink into it. Relax. Enjoy it for a while, then get a better idea.

Keeping him inside my ass, I move closer to the jet in front of me. The fast gush of water aimed at my clit makes me crazy, and between that and the cock in my ass mmmmmmmmmm I feel good. He slips out a couple times, and I lose it. Finally moves closer, into my ass and pushing me against the jet. I grip the sides and try to keep quiet as I cum, shaking, cramping, tensing, releasing.

God we have great sex.

[Tips for first-time anal encounters or repeated attempts here]

The Un-Sexy

2009-04-22T15:48:00.000-07:00

A quiet house. Walking around, barely clothed. A long t-shirt usually worn by a man, hanging off of my curvy frame. My smooth round ass peeks out the bottom, exposed more as I walk. My breasts pushing out the top, clinging in ways that accentuate my generous breasts.

I get to the kitchen and get the water out of the fridge, bending over to reach in the back. He stands behind me admiring my ass, and I feel his eyes on me. I stand up quickly and spin around, stopping him before he touched.

He walks toward me, backing me into the fridge. My heart races as he leans in close, but he simply reaches above me for something on top of the fridge. He briefly looks at me, head to toe and back, then walks away.

I pour my water and sit down in the living room, next to him. He pulls my legs up onto his lap, and strokes them gently. My clit throbs and I can feel myself getting wet. I spread my legs slightly; he pulls me to lay on him. I heave a slight sigh, disappointed that he didn't touch more.

We watch T.V. and his hand rested on my waist. I wriggle to encourage movement, but he doesn't take the hint. Looking up, I give him my sex eyes that he can't refuse. He didn't even look down.

As soon as I gave up, he kissed me. Soft. Not long, but long enough to make me jello. I cuddled closer to him, and he touched my shoulder. Rubbed me gently. My shoulder, my chest, my waist, my hip. Leaned down to kiss me, everywhere. Soft. Slow. Nice.

I move my hand to rest on his thigh. Pressure, then moved it to his inner thigh. Encouraged my cleavage, and caught him looking at my chest. His hand rubbed my neck now, up the side and right below my ear...softly, the way that gives me tingles.

My pussy was soaked by now, the slower we progressed the hotter I got. We started kissing longer now, deeper. I moved on top of him, straddling his lap and pushing my body into his. He lifts me up, carrying me toward the bedroom and holds me against the door. Presses me into it. Kisses me, my neck, my chest...scrambling to lift the shirt in his way. Kisses every inch of me. I reach down to open the door and we tumble onto the bed.

He pauses. That pause...heightens everything. I want him, I love him, I feel his body on mine, his hands on me, my dripping cunt, his hard cock denting my thigh...and he looks at me. Brushes my hair back...and looks at me. Whispers "You are so beautiful."

Then, we continue kissing. He takes my clothes off...kissing every piece of me he exposes. Removes his own clothes, and lays on top of me, slowly entering me.

In and out, slowly. I feel every inch of him. I didn't feel it building, I didn't know it was coming.

Cumming.

Cumming hard. Intense. Quiet.

He came with me, inside me. I felt it.

We cuddled and slept.

I love him.

Can Fucking Really Be Torture?

2009-04-15T13:46:00.000-07:00

[I just want to say, who's ever ass this is...it's beautiful. Perfect. Some would even say goddess-like...]

Before we went to the bar that night, we had a very vigorous and sex-filled day. He had promised to tie me up and fuck me the night before, because apparently I was a bad, bad girl, but it didn't happen. I brought it up when we were laying in bed, offhandedly, and rolled over to take a nap.

He took my arm to fasten it with the best restraining tools I've found to date. 2 ankle straps all connected to the wrist straps under the mattress. I fought him tooth and nail; I was just in that mood. Not letting him have my wrist. Pulling it away. Scratching and biting what I could reach. I wanted him to work for it.

He did. Got on top of me, held me down, strapped me in. I got my wrist out while he was doing my ankles.

He had me tied down, tight. Pillow over my face. Vibrator in my pussy.

Then he was in my pussy. With the vibrator, without.

Gasps. All I could do. Breathing words out, "God what are you doing to me?" Loving every damn second.

He put the vibe in my ass and his dick in my pussy. Balanced me up, holding it in with his beautiful pelvis. He was making me feel things...things I've never felt before. I came, over and over and over again, not wanting the next orgasm but writhing and breathing with pleasure when it did.

I love him inside me.

Monday Monday Monday Night

2009-04-14T11:52:00.000-07:00

[Ok, not EXTREMELY relevant but I was feeling lazy and this picture was sexy. Put it this way, this is what I wanted to be doing, right then and there. Also, you should check out this story....hilariously great.]

Every other Monday night I go to the bar. It's quite a good time, usually. The only time I really drink, every 2 weeks. I get to see my good friend, and loosen up.

We went to dinner, and got ice cream before we headed out to the bar. We were a little early, he didn't have to work until 8 so we played the touch game (arcade, dirty thinkers) and hung out a little. After a few sips of my drink, and after such a great day with him...I wanted a little more touching.

So we played trivia games, as I rubbed his cock through his pants. Getting it hard in a public place is always a game for me. I looked up at him with my big, sweet, do-me eyes and said "I want it in my mouth. This right here," while rubbing the tip. Well, of course it wasn't practical or anything and everyone would notice if we disappeared downstairs, so that was out the window. He's a voyeur as long as nobody sees, haha.

I push him, unzipping his pants and pulling his hardening cock out. I stroke it longer, the soft skin on it teasing me further, driving me to the point of sex frenzy, making me oh-so-ready and hours away from fucks.

We decided to get a board game out, and my friend eventually showed up to hang out. I was relatively drunk by then, and, well, I'm quite interesting when I drink. This night was one of those...special drunk nights. I act kind of crazy/weird.

I was telling everyone who would listen and even those that wouldn't how sexy Jeremy is. A few guys even agreed with me.

(Ok, so I was the only girl in this bar. With 14 guys. Where do you think my overactive sexual imagination went?)

And also, I fish for compliments when I drink and I'm not getting them. Especially in my weird I don't like myself mood. But I got a few while fishing!

The manager starting playing music for me (awwww what a sweetie) and so of course, drunken me starts dancing. I had a bit of attention at this point. I was talking to the guys, talking up Jeremy, and drinking.

Now, a discussion I had earlier with Jeremy becomes relevant. The question of guys looking at pictures of me came up, and I asked him if this would bother him. He doesn't care if they look. That's his policy. So, I was sitting in a booth with my friend, and got my random urge to flash again. This happens quite often when I drink. Something sparked it in the conversation, but I can't quite remember what.

So of course I bring it up with Jeremy right there, and he says he doesn't care. Right, I forgot, look but don't touch. Hehe.

He walks away, and the guys behind my friend are playing darts so they won't see...right?

I'll leave your imaginations up to what happened after that ;)

At the end of the night, I wasn't all that drunk because my friend and I started seriously talking. I don't drink as much when I talk. The bar was closing, so we all walked out and said good-bye. Jer and I got food then started the drive home.

I wanted his cock in my mouth since rubbing it hard through his pants. I was a little drunk still, so when he got back in the car from getting gas I told him to get his cock out.

I love how my gag reflex goes away when I drink. And mmmmm the noises Jeremy makes when I suck his cock all the way home...

The BEST Sex I've Had, To Date

2009-04-13T07:48:00.000-07:00

After what could quite possibly be the longest week I've had all year, I'm back at Jeremy's place. We were a little on the rocks after the week from hell, so when he showed up I wasn't as forthcoming with the sexual banter and quick grabs.

He was cut off. No kisses, no touching of any naughty sort. He could barely hold my hand.

Now you might think this was harsh, but women, we express how we feel in every aspect of ourselves. If something is wrong, it can be read in nuanced changes in our behavior.

Sometimes they aren't so nuanced.

We made a deal. In the spirit of our new "marriage" thinking and compromising spirit, I told him if we could drink I would let him do me. But not until I had drinks in me, not anything.

It was a really really bad week ending with a completely horrible day.

After sitting in traffic, making an hour drive more like two, we got home. I want to take a bath, but I tell Jeremy to pick out something for me to wear when I get out. He choses my black lace baby doll nightie, because it's see-through.

He makes me a drink to have in the bath, and I'm relaxing in hot bubbly water. Heaven.

I get out, and after hiding under the covers he comes back in the room. Kisses my knee, then up the top of my thigh, then moves inside. I instinctively close my legs, but he says "it's ok."

I relax, slightly. He kisses all over my thighs. Up to where my legs meet my hips. The crevice between my thigh and my pussy. But doesn't touch it, once. This was sweet to me.

He pulls me out of bed and worships my body. Just looking. Touching. Whispering to me. He lays me down, parting my legs and licking my pussy. This touch, this soft velvet tongue on me, after the drought I had, amazing. My mind went to its happy place, and then his fingers were inside me. His amazing fingers, curling to touch me, right there. There, there, there, oh my god, holy shit, telling me to cum, demanding my cum all over his fingers. An orgasm I've never had without sex.

He's not finished. He fucks me from behind, using a vibe on my clit and fingering my ass. He does a new position, holy shit was it fun. I was on my side and he lifted my left leg to his shoulder. My legs were at my head. He was fucking me so amazing, I lost count of the orgasms. I just laid there, getting railed again and again, cumming all over his amazing cock.

The last one, another good one, was washing me with pleasure when he came. Fell on top of me. Left me so relaxed, so satiated.

I rolled over and fell asleep.

That's when you know the sex was good.

Lingerie and Secret Fantasies

2009-04-11T07:58:00.000-07:00

Nothing makes me feel sexier than a hot piece of lingerie. I hate the panty/bra combo, it shows too much skin. Put me in a teddy or corset and I become a new person; confident, brazen, and sexy.

One of my favorite things to do is get dressed up. A lot of people don't understand this, especially men. They feel dressing up is uncomfortable and awkward, but for me, it's who I am. It makes me feel better about myself in so many ways. I love to spend a few hours with the t.v. on, shower, do my hair and make up, and find the perfect outfit.

If I can't find it? Shopping! If anyone saw "Confessions of a Shopaholic," that's me. I get a high off shopping. It turns me on when my guy buys clothes for me, especially if it's sexy. Better yet, naughty. Something I wear just for him.

I love shopping with him. I like grabbing him when nobody's looking, getting him hard in the dressing room and then walking away. He touches me, smacks my ass, and stares more than needed down my shirt. We flirt, and giggle, and know as soon as we get home, we're going to fuck.

This might be why he puts up with it. The standing, deciding, hemming and hawing, trying on, hating, loving, needing...I'm his princess. To dress up and fuck, lol. (He also loves me, dearly).

Anyways, back to lingerie. I have more pieces that I probably wearing in a year, because I don't put it on often (Jeremy's not such a fan, and I prefer to sleep naked). But when I want sex, and I want to be entirely obvious about it, I put some sexy little thing on.

On a completely separate tangent, I find it extremely hot when I wear old clothes and he just rips them off of me. I'd actually like to have him cut clothes off of me, with a knife or scissors. I'm getting wet as I'm writing this....

A dark room. I'm laying, trying to sleep, face down. He comes in quietly, and takes my hands behind me. Ties them above my head as I struggle, not knowing what's going on. He restrains my legs, to stop me from kicking.

The scissors flash. My movements stop; I don't want to get cut. I stay perfectly still, watching the scissors blaze a trail through the sweats, the shirt I'm wearing. He pulls the clothes off of me and looks, taking in my body now covered only by a bra and panties. Cutting slowly, the cool steel against sensitive skin gives me shivers of anticipation.

Now he demands silence, spanking me at the slightest sound. His tongue is on me, on my pussy, on my clit. I writhe and he contains me, I utter moans and he stops. He takes me to the edge, and just before I cum he plunges his fingers inside of me, throwing me into the black abyss of orgasmic waves.

Dreams 'n Sexy Sex

2009-04-09T15:30:00.000-07:00

So I had another dream last night. As you've noticed, I have bizarre dreams. This particular one started with me visiting my old college roommate, who seemed to increase in attractiveness during my absence. Her tits got huge! I decided to go take a shower, I don't know why, but I walked into the bathroom and there were a few hard-wall stalls with running water and people showering already. At the end of the room was the only open shower, but it wasn't closed in at all. In fact, it was simply a shower head on the outside of all of the shower stalls.

Also, this bathroom happened to be unisex. There were several guys standing around the bathroom.

I wanted to take a shower, so I dropped my towel and turned the spout on. (For some reason my tits were inflated as well).

As I washed my body, rubbing my breasts first, as always, and running my hands down my body with the flowing water. The guys in the room obviously stared, hooted, and gawked unbelieving.

This dream segues decently into the second part of my blog "Sex vs. Sexy Time."

I told the story of how I first met Jeremy, but there was no sex involved. My continuation is the story of our first night. Of, well, fucking. It was way more romantic than that, but it's a good word.

I had helped him and his roommate move into their new place, going right from class and not having eaten. A guy that I hadn't even slept with. I was into him.

We went to Subway when it got dark (I was STARVING) and then headed back to their old place to hang out for the night. Jeremy, Darren, their friend Trevor and me.

All the furniture in their living room was gone, so we laid down a few blankets and watched a movie while we ate (one of my favorite things to do).

Now something you need to know about their friend Trevor. He gives AMAZING back rubs. Pretty much everything he touches with his hands feels amazing (not like that, dirty dirty mind).

So, as I love to tease men, I asked him ever so nicely for a massage. I was wearing a bathing suit top under a thin shirt, so I stripped down to the bikini top and pulled the strap off from around my neck. For better access.

Well, as he rubbed, my grip slipped on my top, letting it fall every now and then. This teased not just Trevor, but Jeremy, who was across the room from us searching for music.

I love to tease.

When Trevor was done, Jeremy and I went outside to watch the storm that had been going on all night. I was sticky from the oil Trevor used, so Jeremy convinced me to take a shower before we went to bed. He got me a towel, started the water, and left me alone in the bathroom. I stripped, and got in the shower, enjoying the feel of the water pounding my skin.

The door opens and the lights go out. He comes into the shower with me; the first time we were naked. Lightening flashed outside the window, awkwardly placed inside the shower. It was romantic.

I reached down and felt his cock for the first time. I believe I gasped at the size. It was exciting and hot and amazing. My hand wrapped around that immense cock...I wanted it.

He picked me up against him in one quick effort, shocking me almost as much as his girth. It was insanely sexy, suspended next to a dark storm with water beating on me, about to be penetrated with gorgeous cock.

We fucked in the shower for a little, then got out, dried off, and went to his room to finish.

Such a great night.

Sex vs. Sexy Time

2009-04-08T16:44:00.000-07:00

Sex is good. But sometimes a girl needs some good ol' fashioned sexy time.

That's how Jeremy hooked me. I mean, he was cute, clever, sexy in that quiet, brooding sort of way, and flirting. Hard core.

But he was really just another guy I was teasing the shit out of at the bar, walking away more than I needed too and swinging more than usual. With alcohol, even less inhibitions and looser dancing. Closer. And a constant sex look on my face.

I went home with him and his roommate, an arrangement we had before that night. The awkward-but-fun part was that they both wanted me. And I mean, wanted me. Jeremy would play me with cheesy lines and free drinks, and Darren made suggestive comments and tried to kiss me in the alley.

So, as I met Darren first, I drove to their place in his car.

BIG mistake. This guy is king of the players, talking to his "girl" the whole way home. Sobering up, this did not make me happy.

To add insult to injury, he shushed me. Like I was some other woman!

We got to their house and as soon as I stepped inside I thought, what the hell am I doing? Nobody knows I'm here, two strange guys, a house in BFE that I couldn't find again if my life depended on it. Fuck.

I felt uncomfortable. I was freezing, wearing a short skirt and a sheer white tank. The leather couches didn't help. I huddled on the edge of one couch, awkwardly, and waited while Jeremy got me some clothes to put on. Darren hinted at bed, showing me around the house, asking where I'd be sleeping.

He wanted me to sleep with him.

I stood in the hall between their two rooms, looking from one to the other, catching Jeremy's eye and begged him silently to save me. He took the hint wonderfully.

"I think I'm gonna stay up and watch T.V. for a while," he said, giving me an out.

"Oh, I'll stay up with you. I'm not that tired." What was going on? I was told we'd hang out, play some games.

Not the kinda games I had in mind.

So Jeremy and I went downstairs, and tried to squish under a small blanket together. I cuddled closer to him, because I was freezing my ass off. At this point, I was his.

He suggested we lay down, and I complacently agreed. He laid behind me. I got warm. My borrowed sweatshirt came off.

By the time the touching started, my head was so flooded with hormones that I was no longer thinking straight. A voice in my ear. His hand stroking my arm. Up, then down my chest. Arm resting on my hip. Tracing the sensitive bone under his fingers. Tracing my lips. Sucking his fingers. I can't help it. Fingers on my lips, I open my mouth. Kisses on my shoulder.

I loved those kisses. Made me wet. Inexplicably so. Almost instantly.

Hours and hours of foreplay. Amazing. All leading up to something so amazing...

Dreams...Not Fantasies

2009-04-07T16:10:00.000-07:00

Driving down the road with a friend, in a sports bra and yoga pants.

Traffic jam, we meet a guy. His wife is at the drive-through, I don't quite know how. His baby girl is in the car. She's so tiny!

He's talking to me. Flirting. I'm very aware that all I'm wearing is a sports bra and thin pants. I feel naked.

One of them invites us to their house. The wife goes into the house with my friend, and the man stopped me.

Pinned me between the tree in his yard, and himself. There is something between us; I don't know how, or why, or where. It's just one of those things.

Before he kisses me I know I want him. I still try to push him away; I'm taken, and so is he.

We go inside. Their house is beautiful. I play with their daughter and "mom" talk with his wife.

They come at me. Turns out I have something they want. I don't know what it is. I jump out the window and run. Hide. They kept finding me; I kept escaping. Finally, I flew into the sunset, getting away from them forever.

Heat

2009-04-07T11:41:00.000-07:00

Out all day, watching him. We shopped, ate, ran errands, never alone. He sneaks touches and gropes, grabs and kisses.

I push him away; I don't like getting turned on in public.

Still, he builds the need all day.

By the time we are on the way home, I'm staring at him with my sexy eyes. Practically fucking him in a look.

He knows what I want. The look, the touches, making him hard as he drives.

He knows. He wants it too.

We head inside, taking with us our bags and leftovers from lunch, and even dinner if we picked it up.

It all gets put on the table, in the kitchen, on the floor, anywhere we place it.

He has roommates, so we refrain from kissing until we're safely in the room. We're all over each other before the door closes.

I fall on the bed, and he pulls my pants down. Falls on top of me. Is kissing me everywhere, just how I like it. My hip bone, down my legs and up my thighs. Brushes over the lips of my pussy, making me shudder.

We don't stop long enough to strip, we just remove enough clothes for access. He takes his pants off and comes down on me, entering at the same time.

He fucks me, pulling my shirt down to suck my tits.

My back arches, legs wrap around him, and my pelvis thrusts up to meet him. To rub him on my insides.

It's fast. Hard. Rushed, because our need is so great.

We cum together, collapsing after, entwined in each others arms.

Quiet Night In

2009-04-05T15:52:00.000-07:00

He got home early from work that night.

We watched Grey's on DVD and snacked.

I was on the inside. I'm always on the inside.

I rolled to face the wall.

He rolled to spoon me from behind.

My pants were coming down.

His cock was getting hard.

He brushed my ass.

I don't know how it happened.

He was inside me.

No lube, then lube.

I didn't want to hurt the next day.

He was inside me.

Not too deep.

He was inside me.

Vibrating in my pussy.

He felt it.

He felt it.

I touched my clit.

He came.

I came.

He was loud. I liked it.

We fell asleep, just like that.

It was nice.

Hot Tubbin'

2009-04-03T08:56:00.000-07:00

Jeremy and I had our usual date night on Wednesday, and decided to try something new (after we went to our favorite restaurant).

There is a business in our area called The Hot House that rents private rooms with hot tubs. Between working out and crazy sex, we decided we deserved some relaxation.

I had no idea what to expect, so I packed swim suits, towels, and snacks. Of course I forgot the water.

We got out there at about 9 p.m., and they were having a special. So instead of the one hour we were going to do, we did two.

There is something about the different sensations in a hot tub. The extreme relaxing warmth, the jets hitting your skin, your tits floating at the top of the water, and the bobbing cock that you know is just feet from you. Your skin gets silky, your blood is pumping, and swim suits are covering up just enough.

It doesn't hurt that the guy your with is super sexy.

I had to run out to get some water, hot tubs are dehydrating. When I got back I didn't want to put my wet suit back on, so I slipped in the water naked. Jeremy was stroking all of my skin, rubbing my legs while I floated on my back.

After a while I decided to reward his patience by pulling him up to stand in front of me. His cock sprang up, hard, in front of me when we pulled his swim trunks down.

I looked at it. Remembered it. Loved it.

Then I loved it with my mouth. Slow, like I always start. His cock is too beautiful, too thick, to hurry. I like feeling it brush my lips and then massage it with my tongue. Feeling the water around me.

I pushed him to sit and climbed on top. This wasn't fucking. This was him and me. Alone, steamy room, hot water, touching. Just touching.

My naked skin against his. Just touching, feeling. We moved positions a few times.

I didn't care if my hair got wet anymore.

We ended up on a jet. He was sitting on the edge, my hand wrapped around him and my mouth on the tip. I had trouble focusing, I was fucking the jet.

I got my threesome.

I was grinding on the water, barely hanging onto his cock but gripping it tightly, as if to anchor me. To reassure.

Just touching.

Another Monday Night

2009-03-31T21:22:00.000-07:00

So, if I haven't mentioned this before, Jeremy is a bartender. Currently. Generally, when I'm in town (which I am) I go to the bar with him for a couple of his shifts.

We went early this week (on Monday) and grabbed some dinner to eat at the bar. It's rather slow on Mondays.

It was going to be a long night, even while drinking, so I asked my friend in town to come join me.

He is a very easy man. To pursuade. He says one drink, I get him to drink 3 or 4. He says only one shot, we do two. He says he has to leave early...he left when we did.

Good times. Anyways, we're hanging out at the bar and these girls come up on the other side and order drinks. The brunette (we'll call her...Katie) is making eyes at Jeremy like she's about to rape him. I nudge my friend, who completely agrees with me, and we watch her throw herself at my fiance.

He denies that she's hitting on him, but when she tries to talk to him he points me out, saying "That''s my fiancee." The blonde they were with (Christine) is incredibly excited and motions me over to tell the story of how he proposed.

I go over there and Katie mysteriously disappears, claiming that it's late and she has to go. As soon as I'm done telling the story she reappears magically.

He's a sexy boy. I don't blame her. I couldn't wait to fuck him all night, I get that way when I drink. Overly sexual. Very very overly sexual.

We get home and I'm on my hands and knees on the bed, enjoying the feeling of his cock rubbing up and down my ass. He does this when he wants to try anal, so I figured he was asking.

"Fuck my ass," I say, pushing back onto his cock.

"Are you sure?" he said, while he reached for the lube (lol).

"Yes, God, I want it." It had been a long time since I had sex. I was drunk. I was horny. And this is the typical thing that happens when I'm at this stage of drunkenness...

He (over excitedly) lubed up his dick and dove toward my ass, penetrating harder than I like, even drunk.

"Slow," I said throatily, so ready for sex that my pussy was throbbing. Even my ass wanted him.

He worked it in (or just pushed it in slowly) and went the full length, until his entire cock was inside of me. Usually at this point I make some sort of sound that indicates discomfort or pain, but there was nothing. So he pulled back and pushed in again. Still nothing.

A few more pumps, a little bit faster, and then-

"Ohhhhh god. Fuck me. Fuck my ass."

More fucking. A little harder but not the hardest he can go. Faster.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum!"

To me, the anal orgasm is completely different from the clitoral or vaginal one. Duh. Different stimulation, different sensations. It is a crazy orgasm. And always surprising. I didn't make it there, but that's probably because I flipped over and said "fuck me."

I wanted it in my pussy. I had wanted it for a good week by then, and this waiting was driving me nuts. I just wanted to feel him inside of me.

I passed out after this, and thoroughly regret the entire experience the next morning, the anal because my ass hurt like hell and the sex because I wasn't all there for what I wanted so badly.

Ah, drunken Mondays.

Wanting

2009-03-29T19:34:00.000-07:00

I have a theory. Putting off sex makes you want it more. Duh, right? Well, men don't understand this theory. At least, most of them don't.

Foreplay is key. I can't say this enough. The longer, the slower, the better.

It never stays slow. The passion builds, and you can't keep yourself from touching more, rubbing more, grinding more.

Oh, the grinding.

There is something about the high school reminiscing, the "not going all the way" outlook that makes your body practically scream from wanting.

Sitting, watching a movie, then a single innocent kiss. You look at each other, and want more. Many more kisses ensue, resulting in a heavy breathing make out session where hands are now wandering over your body. A grope here, a stroke here. Still relatively innocent.

Then, I'm on top. Or she is. Whomever. Straddling you as you stare into her tits, settling her pussy right above your most probably erection.

You can feel the heat coming off of her. Grinding down on you, dragging her breasts haphazardly on your face, and your hands grab her waist. Move her onto you. Pull her more deeply against you.

Then, you can't take it anymore. You lay her down, and now you're on top. Pinning her down with your weight and kissing her more deeply. Her pelvis tilts up to meet yours, simulating the sex you wish you were having.

If you were to pause you'd see her cheeks, flushed with heat and pleasure. Chest slightly heaving, trying to catch the breath you stole from her. Nipples hard, biting softly into your chest. Hair disheveled, messy, but even sexier. And if you're really good, really what she wants, her eyes will glaze slightly when you pull away. As if you suddenly woke her from a dream.

You're going to have sex after this. You can't stop it, you want it too much. Carry her to the bedroom, stopping to grind her against the wall and continue making out. Fall onto the bed and tear her clothes off, yours off, and then-

In one swift motion you slide into her sopping wet pussy to the hilt.

She gasps that gasp you love. Everything stops. You pump into her steadily, but you both quickly lose control because of the time you spent, extremely aroused. She cums fast, it didn't take much. Your strokes find her g-spot and you know, and she knows, and it builds. So much pleasure.

Her body is tensing, her legs twitching. You feel your own orgasm about to explode out of you.

She shudders and moans loudly as you empty yourself into her.

Cumming together.

Lost

2009-03-29T08:59:00.000-07:00

Have you ever experienced the sensation of being lost in your own life? Not being entirely happy with anything, but superbly content with everything. Almost so zen that you need to shake it up.

I get that way, at least. I have a spontaneity problem, randomly deciding to cut my hair, or dye it, or meet a guy, or go home with a guy. When I decide to meet a guy...

But that tangent is for another time. I write for change, I think, but I also write to hold on to the present. To savor and make sure I catch everything. Because I like my right now.

I write for me. I always have. I don't write to receive compliments, or please other people. I just have this itch, to write. Putting words together in my mind to the point where they need to be written down.

Words are sexy. People who use them well have such a power.

He has that power. He almost has that power without using words. He's that good.

He's the only man who has made me feel absolutely perfect, beautiful, sexy, irresistible and, well, perfect. All at the same time. He has this way of making me forget the extra pounds I have, the stretch marks, the everything. I feel so beautiful with him, I'd shine if I were a star.

He told me that I am the one that completes him. Standard enough. But the line (in his reason for wanting to marry me) that really got me was "because I love the way you want me when you look into my eyes." I'm not sure why it's so perfect, but it makes me feel secure and sexy at the same time. Plus, it's very romantic. It shows that he pays attention to me.

If that isn't sexy, I don't know what is.

Addicted

2009-03-28T14:29:00.000-07:00

I have a problem. I'm addicted to cock. Everything about it. The way it feels in my mouth, in my pussy, and in my hand.

I have a fixation with touching cock. I love the power I hold over a man with just the slightest touch. My favorite way to let Jeremy know that I want him is by rubbing his cock, through pants, sheets, naked, where ever we are.

It's not long before it gets even longer, harder, and obviously excited. The more I feel it grow, the harder it is against my palm, the more turned on I am.

I love his cock. I especially love laying with my head on his stomach, hand on his dick, stroking it to its full hardness and length, and then tonguing the smooth tip softly.

Engulfing the head with my soft, supple lips. Slight suction to begin with, just teasing the head by swirling my tongue around the ridge crowning the swollen, purple tip straining to get further in my mouth.

I increase suction, drawing out the first drops of pre-cum that promise a later flood. My wet lips slip down around the shaft, taking more of him in. I move my head to suck him all in, my lips brushing the base of his throbbing cock. I bob up and down, controlled, measured, and after a few good sucks I stop.

My hand starts where my mouth has left off. There is something about an on-the-brink man that just should be relished under small, slender fingers. The firm throb of blood pounding, the rush of cum flooding the rock hard dick that is straining to release.

I take him to the edge with my hand, feeling him come to the very end before gushing all over my hand.

I stop.

A minute of rest, then start again with my mouth. A few more sucks, then strokes, then sucks, alternating until he can hardly keep from cumming.

Finally I press my large, soft breasts against the tip and stroke him strongly to shoot his cum all over my chest.

I rub his tip against me longer with the wet lubricant that his cum makes, taking him down from the orgasm that I so carefully built.

The Way You Do The Thing You Do

2009-03-27T18:24:00.000-07:00

I love kinky sex. I don't know to what degree you'd qualify my kinky sex, but you'll probably hear a few stories that I qualify as kinky.

I appreciate a good "lover's" store, one with cheap lingerie, thigh highs, lube and vast amounts of sex toys. It's fun to take a weekend, or a planned night, and visit these stores, peruse the merchandise, and make a carefully selected purchase to aid in your love-making for the night. (Ok, I never say love-making. Or making love.)

But there are those nights. Those nights when you want something, you just don't know what it is. When you're making him work for it, because you give it away shamelessly free on a regular basis, and he holds up a bottle of poison.

Yuck. No thank you. 3 straight drunk nights, I'm off the bottle for a while.

Or am I?

He mimes fucking me with it (Bacardi Melon) and I ask if he's for real, and now I'm interested.

There is no way that thing is going to fit.

Luckily, Meijer is 24 hours and we hit the road. A more embarrassing array of items to purchase together at Meijer: 1 cucumber, with out plastic bag; 1 french bagette; 1 box of "Yours and Mine" lube; 1 box of extra-large Magnums.

Yeeeeeeeeeahh.

First, we obviously put a condom on the cucumber and Jeremy began working it into my pussy. Holy crap, this is such a fun thing to do. A cucumber-sized man is not a great thing to have on a regular basis, it would permanently scar you, I'm pretty sure. But GOD is it fun every once in a while. Especially when your man is the one steering, so to speak. Makes you feel so powerless and pleasured at the same time, so damn good.

He places it at the entrance and just touches it, and my excitement triples. I know it's going to stretch me. I know it's going to touch everything. And I loooooooove the s-l-o-w insertion.

Wow. It's bigger than I thought it was. My breath catches in my throat at the first penetration. It goes in deeper, slower, him drawing it out, going in little by little and pulling it back out. It's rubbing everything. I can't move from the sheer size and overwhelming sensation. My legs are spread as far as they can go to allow more room for it, but this thing is huge. He starts working it faster, and before I know it pleasure is building in places I didn't know existed. My pussy is throbbing for want of this, but I still can't cum. I reach down and touch my clit, and it pushes me over the edge. My body already tense, wave after wave of throbbing impossible to describe pleasure washes over me, but I'm not done. This wasn't what finishes me.

It's his cock. I begged him to take it out, wanted him to fuck me. He got on top, pulling my knees back to my head and drilling me with that perfect piece of fuckable meat, the one that makes me cum so hard I can't move. He feels me cum around him, and it squeezes him to pump his hot cum all over me.

I love that cock.

It Takes Two

2009-03-27T16:49:00.000-07:00

So I'm writing this blog as a response to an entry from a blog that I thoroughly enjoy. If you'd like to read it before finishing my entry, please, do.

I've never quite understood the man's fascination with watching two women going at it. It seems to me that a man would generally feel left out, and any women worth watching would be sorely missing the cock that was watching them, growing harder and harder.

I would miss it. But, I am inherently a cock-fucker and could never be a lesbian due to that fact.

Experimentation, however, I would not mind. It's a thought that hasn't been far from my mind in the last couple years, but never became a full-fledged fantasy.

A fantasy I have had, however, is a three-four some. I think I'd prefer a foursome, just so it was equal, but I definitely wouldn't mind having some fun with a verrrrrry open woman.

It would be awkward, at first, and I have a feeling I'd need a drink or two to feel comfortable, but it's something that would be nice to have done at least once. To see if I'd enjoy it, you know?

It's not like I've been far away from it happening, we were just all very straight and straying is pretty much a no-no if it's not going to be well received. But making out with a girl, and being very conscious of her breasts...soft curves...just needing to be touched.

Wondering what it would be like, burying my face in her pussy, exploring like I like to be explored, touching her like I like to be touched, with my ass in the air.

That is a very important aspect of this fantasy.

Ass in the air so my marvelously cocked lover can fuck me from behind, making me moan into her soft folds. Another guy somewhere could be nice, as well.

Am I alone in this? Do other girls have such thoughts? What about you guys, do you like the thought of doing two girls, even at the price of there being another guy? Or would you rather watch two girls, alone?

e-mail me and let me know!

Morning Wood

2009-03-27T11:44:00.000-07:00

I love morning wood.

Best damn occurrence in the naturally existing world. There is nothing like rolling over in the morning and running your hand down your lover to find a nice, long, hard surprise.

Even better is waking up before him and rubbing, touching, sucking and climbing on top before he wakes up.

Jeremy makes more noise in his sleep :)

Coming up as a close second to morning wood is sweat pants boners. I looooooooove a man in a pair of sweat pants, and nothing but. Something so suggestive about the shapely hip just above the waistband, a promise of what is hidden.

And when they walk, mmmmmmmmmmmmm. Yuummmmy. Every once and a while you catch a glimpse of that cock just bouncing forward, poking out ever so slightly.

Then, you tease them. Press yourself up against them with suggestion, rubbing your hand on his dick as you turn away. Push your ass out onto his crotch, and give him those eyes that guarantee sex later. See how fast that boner pokes out of those giveaway pants.

The third thing that involves dicks that I love so much was the original inspiration to my post.

He's looking at your pictures, or thinking about a particularly fun roll in the hay, and he slowly (or quickly) becomes aroused and grasps himself, stroking long, slow, firm and sure to orgasm all over everything while thinking about you.

Last night I had a visualization, thanks to my lovely fiance, of him doing just that. Something about him making himself cum, thinking about me, looking at me (or pictures) just makes me so hot. It hasn't always been like this, but he definitely helped me get to this point.

One day we were showering together and I did my usual tease with my tongue, but didn't finish him. He started jerking off, so I turned around and gave him a nice view of my ass to help him out (and also hoped he would use me as a target for his hot cum).

It was all I could do to not get myself off at the same time.

I love cock.

Stormy Nights

2009-03-26T16:32:00.000-07:00

We got home late that night. It was dark, and he had bought me a thin light pink nightie. I put it on, getting ready for bed.

It was sexy. See through, to the point where you could see my nipples through the black lace framed top. I was chilly, so I had fitted yoga pants on underneath.

We both loved the rain. Storms had a special meaning to us, something about being close with a lover with lightening flashing to illuminate tangled, sweaty bodies.

This was the first night it was warm enough to stand in the rain. We stepped out onto the balcony in the back and he held me from behind. I turned to kiss him, loving the feeling of rain against my body and his pressed up against mine.

He came at me hard, touching every piece of me with a fierce passion that said without words how much he wanted me. My pants came down and his fingers probed the short distance up my nightdress.

I stared up at the dark rainy sky as he kissed down my neck and reached my hard nipple poking through the sheer material. Lifting me to sit on the railing, he sucked deeply on my breast making me moan.

Before I knew it his dick was out and he pulled me down to meet it, quickly getting it inside of me and thrusting it deeply to fill me up (he has a lovely cock). I lost any sense of inhibition that was left and slid down further to allow him to fuck me fast, hard, and so good.

He had me lost in the moment, forgetting where I was until I felt the hot sticky cum on my leg.

Tie Me Up, Tie Me Down

2009-03-20T20:45:00.000-07:00

I awake from a deep sleep slowly, stepping lightly up the stairs to consciousness. Sensations reach my brain through a fog, like bubbles rising slowly to the surface of a creamy sauce.

I feel the soft, firm straps on my wrists at first, and then on my ankles. My limbs are stretched from corner to corner, my legs spread to the point of just barely pulling the lips of my pussy apart.

The room is dark, softly lit only by the light of moon and stars outside the windows. My captor moves about the room, not realizing that I'm awake. His body flits in and out of view, the moonlight reflecting off his smooth toned muscles, covered only by a loose pair of sweats.

I struggle slightly, testing the give of my restraints and he quickly covers my eyes with what can only be described as a promise of impossible pleasure and torture to cum. A movie plays in the background, our special connection, something that reminds us both that its us.

Cool lotion is dripped onto my skin, all over my body, sparingly, but enough to be rubbed in. He starts at my legs and moves up, stopping just above the knee and moving to my shoulders. Down around my breasts, he cups briefly then works his way down my stomach and rubs my hips with a little more force. Back to my thighs, his stroke moves higher and higher until he is brushing my most sensitive areas only slightly. To tease.

A drawer is heard now, and a rubbery, hard, small and phallic shaped object is being flitted across my body. The tail it has adds a light tickle, making me squirm with lust and anticipation.

I'm dripping. He adds to this wet, warm feeling by moving his mouth to me, placing his lips on every spot he's caressed so far. His head is between my separated legs, and I can feel his breath cooling my heat.

Tongue begins exploring my lips, making me twitch from the intense pleasure that each swipe brings. It delves deeper, seeking my swelling clit and finding it with the expert speed it always does. My breathing quickens to a pace that matches his strokes, and the moans begin when he rubs his finger around my opening. I get louder as his finger enters me, reaching up for my sweet spot and moving in time with his tongue. My body writhes and twitches with the building orgasm he's guaranteeing me, and my breaths come out in sounds and words, my favorite being "fuck" and "oh."

The tension, the pleasure, the moment I realize I'm going to cum, all leads me to the peak of ecstasy. Licking slowly, bringing me down from it, he gave me everything I never knew I wanted.

A Little Red Dress Night

2009-03-17T04:47:00.000-07:00

Holy fuck what a night.

I have a yearly tradition of going out the night before St. Patrick's Day, and I'm not even really sure why. It started one year and I guess I didn't learn my lesson well enough, because I've been doing it ever since.

They are usually memorable nights, maybe that's why I continue to subject myself to double the inebriated fun at this time of year. This particular year did not fail to make the list.

My fiance works at a bar, my favorite bar, in fact. He had to work last night, so I had nothing better to do and decided to go in with him. He was bartending, Mondays are slow, and I like hanging out with him while he works. I find it sexy. I have a deep-seated urge to be fucked on that bar.

So anyways, I'm at the bar, doing my thing, talking to the people that work there and the regular that loves me, having a couple drinks, and these guys come in. Four of them, all buddies, and sit at the bar between me and another group of guys.

This bar is a fucking sausage fest. Always.

A few of the guys are looking around, not at any girl in particular (there were about three of us total) but just scoping them all out. I think they're looking at me, then they are looking at this other really hot girl that works there. I didn't blame them; I told my fiance I'd do her, lol.

The little guy, as I called him, goes all creeper and is staring pretty hard core at me. I'm wearing a little red dress, one that rides up and dips down, and no underwear. He loses all decorum when I take off my jacket. Even my fiance notices.

I'm pretty much ignoring this, I'm wearing a ring, figure it's noticed and he's just enjoying the view.

But no. An hour later, maybe, I've watched them meet up with a couple of girls and a third later joins. So I'm thinking to myself, wonder how this is going to work, four guys three girls?

I get my answer about ten minutes later. The punk rocker of the bunch comes straight at me and asks if he can buy me a drink. No joke, straight up "Can I buy you a drink?". I say I'm ok, I have an almost full drink, which I point out to him, so he tells the bartender (ironically my fiance) to get me another when I'm done with the current drink and gets one for himself.

We start talking, and he asks if I have a boyfriend.

"Fiance, actually," I say. No response. At least, not to what was just said. He seems to not care. I don't mention that it was the guy he just paid for my drink.

His friend comes over, the little guy. Fucking jesus christ, he sent his friend to pick me up for him. No fucking joke. They want me to come sit with them and their "girls," and I love fucking with guys in bars. They think just because they buy you a drink they can dick you later. They decide to leave, go to another bar, and I'm not going with them. I think that's the end of it.

Fuck was I wrong.

They close up early, so I head over to the bar the other guys went to. I'm sitting at the bar, minding my own, and the little guy comes over and pulls me back to their table. They try to get me to drink beer, which I don't do, so he buys me yet another drink that I barely touch. He keeps trying to get a kiss, which I expertly dodge and then reiterate that I'm taken.

My fiance then shows up and I jump up and say "hey baby," and give him a generous amount of tongue. The looks on their faces. I immediately leave them sitting there and go to the bar with my significant lover.

They are pissed. For some reason they stand in a group so as to continue watching us and glowering, and one of the guys brings over a jacket to drape on "the little guy's" shoulders as a consolation prize.

Fucking A. That's my fucking jacket!

I walk over in my 5 inch heels and grab it and walk away. These guys really could not let it go, they sent their punk rock ambassador to retrieve the "stolen" jacket, with my 6' 3" 180 lb future cop fiance standing right next to me. How fucking stupid.

They tried to say that a woman's fitted leather jacket was his.

Well, that wasn't the sexy part of the night, but I feel it needed to be told. I'm nice and drunk by the time we leave, the lovely sort of drunk where you just want dick in your mouth ASAP. I slam him against a wall outside a restaurant nearby (for the sake of the story we'll call my fiance....Jeremy) and unzip his pants and pull his dick out, stroking then getting on my knees to blow him real quick. He decides this isn't a good idea, and pulls me up and tells me to wait. Later, we get in the car and I lean over the console and have his dick in my mouth the whole way home, with my ass in the air and him fingering me for part of it.

Every time I came up to breathe I'd make him swear to fuck the shit out of me when we get home. We get home and he tells me "Get your ass inside, I'm gonna fuck you right now."

It was apparently amazing. Over two hours, and the only part I remember is him cumming on me at the end and rubbing it in my skin and rubbing myself off with the slick lube that has pooled on my stomach. I promptly pass out and wake up at six the next morning.

I want him again. I wasn't really there for the fuck session the night before, so I sneak under the blankets and take his cock in my mouth, sucking the soft head in and out while swirling my tongue. It gets harder and I move down, taking more of it in and begin bobbing up and down. It's nice and hard, so I climb on top and fuck him for a little, then finish him with my hand.

He orgasmed, but didn't cum.

Cold cup of coffee and too much cleavage

2009-03-14T11:26:00.000-07:00

So. I'm sitting on my parent's couch, next to a cold cup of coffee that I'm reluctant to re-heat for the third time.

It's been a long day.

For reasons I won't divulge, my comfy oversized sweatshirt is out of commission. The only other available cover is a purple fuzzy sweater that dips much to low in the front. I stare down at this shocking display of decollage, and wish it were being put to good use. Use, as in teasing, tempting, and otherwise torturing some poor guy who's dreaming of the chance to lick, touch, savor and tease in return.

*sigh*

I love my tits. I love how they look, feel, and I definitely love the look they get while on display. I love, love, love having them touched, grabbed, licked, sucked, fucked, and everything in between. A session of foreplay and/or sex that doesn't include my nipples is just missing something.

The first time a guy wanted to fuck them, I was confused. How in the world would that work? A few mishappen attempts, and I was just bored. A few years later, at the peak of my sexual exploration, I decided to try it again.

One thing about me, in addition to my desire to have my breasts fondled frequently, is I love giving blow jobs. So one day, my guy is sitting on top of me, and I lick the tip of his cock, taking it slowly in my mouth and suck with the skill that I have; only to warm him up. The saliva from my mouth slicks his sensitive skin enough to slide easily between my tits, and he begins to thurst.

I love this. Delicious dick coming toward my face, rubbing my body and dipping into my mouth. I love feeling his desire grow, his orgasm build, and his dick throb against my skin. He cums, shooting cum onto my chest which drips down my neck.

I was hooked.

This and That

2009-03-13T15:31:00.000-07:00

This: A place of escapism and a means to release; release desires, unfulfilled and filled, frustrations, mundane and sexy, and stories, of fantasies and truth.

That: A man. Short hair, long hair. Curly? I think so. Blue eyes, with an undertone of steely grey. Nice coloring, not too dark but not exceptionally pale. Almost golden. A body, oh the body, of a greek god. Not overly built. Not over done. Just chiseled, with sexy lines taking your eye down to the reward. The reward? A generous amount of cock, firm and erect pointing slightly up and large enough to widen my eyes.

I want him. I've had fantasies, urges, and long hard orgasms that include this man. In the shower...against the wall...in the hotel room, everywhere.

I want his fingers in me. Slowly moving from my tousled hair, down my cheek to my chest, and running down my breasts arousing every place he touches. It hovers slightly, hesitating, outside my pussy, and then dives in with the skill that his experiences back. He explores my every sensitive spot, rubbing and probing fast and slow, then adding his tongue to stimulate my clit.

My breathes come in gasps. I grab at whatever I can reach, arching my back to thrust my pelvis closer to him. Flying high, seeing spots in a dark abyss, I cum shuddering under his mouth and fingers, crashing down in a haze of endorphins.