Dirty Little Secrets

Too Long

2007-07-12T20:14:00.000-04:00

It's been far too long since I last touched you, felt your skin against mine, felt the heat of your body enveloping me. I simply cannot wait till we're together again.

The next time you see me, there will be no words at first. Perhaps that adorable little "Hi" you usually squeak, but nothing else. Nothing but a deep passionate kiss, my hands in your hair, your arms wrapped around me. When we must, we break for air, letting out a long exhale of relief after these months of being apart. You feel my body pressed against you, my hard cock straining against its confines. You feel me push you back against the wall, pushing your hands up over your head with my own as I kiss my way down your neck, seeking the warm embrace of your cleavage. I feel your skin heat up under my lips and feel you squirm and giggle. You feel my hands slide down your body and slip under the short skirt you know I love, caressing your luscious thighs and squeezing your hips.

Soon my right hand seeks the warm moisture of your sweet pussy, finding you soaking wet already. You moan as I rub gently over your clit and soak my fingers with you, letting them slip inside you only for a moment. You know what comes next. You tell me every day how much you crave my cock, how you want to feel me grow in your mouth, so now you get it. I slowly back away from you, unbuttoning my shirt first so your fingers can dance through my chest hair and tickle my nipples, then unbuttoning my pants. I let you pull them down over my hard cock as you kneel to the floor. Your hands caress me through my briefs for only a moment. You need this cock.

You slide my shorts down and see my cock pop free, flicking a drop of moisture onto your face. You moan as you take it in your hand and begin to lick the tip ever so gently. My right hand digs deep into your thick hair, pulling ever so slightly as you realize you are once again mine. You flick your tongue over my swollen cockhead as your hand squeezes my shaft. You begin kissing it and then slowly easing me into your mouth, moaning in delight as you feel me grow even harder in your mouth. You suck slowly at first, then faster and harder, letting me see every stroke because you know I love it. Your other hand gently squeezes my balls, rubbing them as you feel them pull up close to me, your fingers dancing tantalizingly close to my ass. I'm your plaything and you know it.

Soon we both know what is needed. You must be fucked. I grab you by the shoulders and lift you to the nearby sofa. Your blouse is unbuttoned and discarded in a moment, and your skirt is swiftly pulled off, revealing your bare pussy. You spread your legs and pull me in, and I plunge my cock into you, unable to wait another moment. You cry out as you feel me fill you, biting my shoulder. I hold you close to me for a moment, just feeling our bodies join again, as if no time at all has passed. Then you feel me begin thrusting against you, pressing my pelvis against your clit until you feel an orgasm erupt from inside you. As I hear your scream and feel you quiver around me, I thrust harder and faster for just a moment, pushing you to the next level and another body-shaking orgasm. This time you gush onto me with a heat I haven't felt for far too long.

Now that you have been satisfied for the moment, it's time to give you the one thing you haven't had from me yet. I pull my cock from your pussy and stand back up. You sit up and grab my cock, slick with your juices. You begin devouring me, sucking deep and hard, tasting yourself all over me. I grab your hair in both hands and pull you closer, shoving my cock as deep into your mouth as you can handle. You moan loudly as you feel the head of my cock swell in the back of your mouth, and suddenly you feel the first hot spurt of cum shoot down your throat as I gasp loudly. My orgasm shudders through my body, spasm after spasm shaking my hips and shooting more and more cum into your mouth until it begins to leak out of your lips. Eventually I am done, spent, but you continue to gently suck and lick me, consuming every drop.

It's been far too long...

Surprises

2007-02-20T21:26:00.000-05:00

It was time for dinner. We reluctantly left our bed, knowing that we needed to get out for a while, pace ourselves and refuel. Plus, he’d promised a surprise at dinner and I was dying to know. I’m such a kid when it comes to surprises. I can’t stand not knowing and yet I love it all at the same time. He seemed to enjoy making me wait, feeding on my excitement and wonder.

Finally, out of the warmth of the bed, he tells me that he’ll be dressing me and that I must wait. Then, with his clothes on, he told me to return to the bed, only on my hands and knees. I trust him completely and so I do exactly as he says. He lays on the bed a bag and tells me to look. Inside there’s a menu from a restaurant and an empty box. The box was a naughty box, containing the most amazing thing.

It was about that time that a felt his hands on me, lubing me up. It was cold to the touch and yet I was burning up on the inside. I then felt him push the first bullet into my pussy and the second bullet into my ass. I don’t know what was more intoxicating, the anticipation or knowing that he knew I trusted him enough to play this game.

He told me to get up, remote in hand. He pulled my jeans on, and placed the remote in my pocket. I finished dressing and we left. I was overwhelmed, excited beyond description. It was a quiet drive to the restaurant as he explained the rules. When I felt the tingle, I’d tell him where it was. I’d take what he gave.

We sat in a corner booth, side by side. After ordering, he reached in my pocket and pulled out the remote. And it began – alternating surges from pussy to ass. It took every ounce of my being to keep from screaming out. I was soaking my jeans with pussy juice, and while he never let me cum, I was so close I thought my whole head would explode.

It may have been the longest meal of my life. I was building and building and building. I was torn between wanting it to stop immediately and never wanting it to end. I didn’t know for sure, but I hoped when we returned to the room that it would end with his amazing cock buried deep inside me. I was right. It was a very happy ending. I have a new respect for surprises.

Dreamy

2007-01-07T07:42:00.000-05:00

I'd reached that dreamy place of comfort right before you fall asleep. We'd spent a couple of hours fucking and sucking and pleasing each other. I was satisfied. I was happy. I was comfortable. It’s not a place I find myself often. My first instinct is to jump up and move on. I’ve not been a cuddler in the past, but I lay there completely happy with where I was and who I was with.

I found myself drifting closer and closer to sleep even though it was the middle of the day and I probably should have considered leaving. Lying on my stomach, he was tracing his fingers down my neck, on my back, across my hips. He shifted and began kissing in the same places he was touching. It was pure pleasure. I’ve never found this comfort before, never felt I could trust someone like this.

He rolled to his back and tugged on my arm. “Ride me.” I was so dreamy, my eyes blurred from the sleep that was about to come, but couldn’t resist the request. I sleepily sat up and straddled him, sliding easily onto his amazing cock. The stamina of this man amazes me. Time after time he gives me exactly what I need, satisfying like none before. He fills me up, completes me.

Still sleepy, I leaned forward, laying on him as I moved my hips. It was as if I was dreaming. His thick cock sliding in and out with his hands on my back and his breath in my ear. It was in that moment that I was overcome with emotion. All the fear of a lifetime left. I trusted him, believed in him, loved him.

Love isn’t a word that comes easy for me. I can say it to friends and family, but to me it’s not the same. Real love, the kind that means you give your heart to someone, has until now escaped me. Sure, I love my children. I even love my husband. But this, well, this is different. This is like nothing I’ve experienced. This consumes me. This feels wonderful and hurts all at the same time. It's unexpected. It's uncontrollable. It's real.

Fingers and Confessions

2006-12-07T15:57:00.000-05:00

Let’s talk about fingers, or rather fingering. I’ve always wondered what the draw is for a man to want to put his fingers in or on my pussy. Sure, in high school it must have been rewarding to get to touch a girl there, stick a finger in or two, but once you reach the point where you can actually put your cock in, do you still want to touch us there? I honestly don’t know. Do you?

Fingering is an art that I think any man can be good at, because to me the exploration is the sexist part. The feeling of him feeling around, finding all the spots, paying attention to my breath catching or my eyes opening wide. That is intoxicating. This may not be true for all women, but for me, there’s truly no “right way” to do it. It’s that man, at that moment, seeking and probing and rubbing and flicking and circling and finding that one spot at that one time that will send me over the edge, making my eyes roll back in my head and a wave of pleasure spill over me. Don’t’ be surprised if your hand is soaked in the process.

In return you will get a look in my eyes that not many have seen. You’ll have the satisfaction of knowing you’ve pleased me in a way that not many have. And, then you’ll reap the benefits by me sucking and fucking you with such passion and desire and raw animalistic drive that your head will be spinning.

So tell me, readers… How do you feel about fingering? Do you enjoy it? Why? What tricks do you use? Chics can play too… tell me what you want your partner to do, what feels great and even what doesn’t.

Oh, and as a bonus, I’ll tell you a little secret…the CBW over at Shay’s (click here)? Well, let's just say that you've now seen my fingers. Call it an early Christmas present for my faithful readers.

Rock Hard

2006-12-05T21:46:00.000-05:00

Damn he turns me on. It’s true that I want sex all the time, but he really sends me to a new level. He makes me want HIM all the time. That’s saying so much.

He teased me just a little, kissing me long and hard, touching me all over as if he couldn’t get enough of it. He makes me forget all my insecurities when we’re together. I don’t think about the imperfections that are fresh on my mind when I’m in a room full of people with my clothes on. Completely naked with him I feel comfortable and even sexy.

Minutes into the seduction we were shedding clothes and before I could even think about it I was up on the table, legs spread far apart, pussy dripping wet, begging him to give me his incredible cock. He was rock hard. Rock. Hard. I love his cock. It’s incredible and unique and always pleases me, but this time it was just a little different. There was no give, no flexibility. He was so firm that when he fucked me I was immediately riding that wave between pleasure and pain. His swollen head was pounding into me and I could hardly hold my screams in. My g-spot was taking quite a bruising and I loved every second of it.

I don’t even know how many times I came. I do know that I gushed so that I soaked him, squirting even, causing my juices to run onto the table and down his legs. I came and came and came. He kept asking me to change positions – on my back, riding him, behind me, riding him again, on my back again, doggy style with my head and shoulders down low. When he came I felt it so deep inside me I thought I would explode from the impact.

My legs trembled for hours. I was sore and tired. And yet, I found myself wanting his cock again. I simply can't get enough.

Addictions

2006-12-03T08:08:00.000-05:00

I suppose I should go ahead and confess it. It’s the truth after all. I’m certain of it now. I know it without a doubt.

I’m addicted. I’m hooked. I’m captivated, perhaps even obsessed. I simply cannot stop thinking about his wonderful cock. Oh I love lots of things about him, just about everything in fact. He has strong, masculine features, great hair, a terrific smile and unbelievably sexy eyes. In fact, I think the eyes are what won me. Wow, I love those eyes. His hands are strong and his fingers drive me crazy. There’s not one thing I’d change about him, but even with all that I’m still most in love with his cock.

It beautiful really – unique and completely perfect all at the same time. I love the way it feels in my mouth, growing longer and thicker, the more I suck. While I could never get all of it in, I still find myself trying, sucking deeper and deeper, pushing the depths of my throat. I dream of sucking his beautiful cock, taking the time to appreciate it fully, licking and kissing and loving it.

The truth is, that I rarely spend enough time sucking it though, simply because I cannot wait to feel it buried deep inside my wet pussy. Oh how he fills me up. When he’s on top, that magnificent cock touches places that no one else has ever touched. He makes me so hot and so wet that I find myself begging him to never stop fucking me.

When I ride him it’s so intense that inevitably I end up cumming with such force and power that I soak him with my juices. He says he likes that and I certainly hope he’s telling the truth, because it is the most amazing feeling.

Then there are the times that he’s behind me, fucking me hard, slamming into me. It’s then that he bottoms completely out, the head of his cock stopped completely by the limits of my pussy. It is mind-blowing. This is what leaves me sore the next day and aching for even more of that wonderful cock.

I never want him to stop fucking me. I want his cock inside me forever.

Dreams

2006-11-17T21:20:00.000-05:00

We closed the door and the curtains (at least halfway) early in the afternoon and didn’t come up for air for hours. I was tingling with anticipation. It was far from our first time, but it was an experience we hadn’t shared. We had more time, more freedom and we had the night.

His touch was intoxicating. I fell on the bed and wanted to savor every moment, every kiss, every look, every sigh. I wanted to just breath it all in and never let it out. We fucked so many times and in so many ways that I can’t even remember where we began. Our passion is so perfectly matched that it’s as if we were truly made for each other – my body created for him, his body created for me.

Our clothes spent more time draped over the chair, or piled in the floor than they spent on us. We stayed in bed most of the afternoon, leaving only once to run for a bite to eat in an effort to build up some energy. The rain began falling, which called us back to bed even faster. Every second was perfect.

We explored each other’s bodies completely, him pleasing me in every way, as no one ever has. I’ve never been so satisfied. I love his perfect, thick cock. It fills me and makes me scream. I also love his hands that can be both tender and rough. And how could I not mention his mouth, with those hot, passionate kisses that make my knees weak and my pussy wet. I simply love everything about him. We are so good together.

The night proved to be just as fulfilling as I’d hoped. I peacefully went to sleep beside him, comfortable in a way I’m not sure I’d experienced before. Our night was a combination of deep, contented sleep interrupted with touches and kisses that led to that middle of the night, sleepy love making that almost feels like a dream.

And it was a dream, is a dream – a dream I want to dream over and over again, a dream I hope to have for a very long time.

Shameless Plug for a Friend

2006-11-07T11:31:00.000-05:00

I have an old friend with a new blog. My old friend has found new love and wants to share it.

I’m not sure how many of you are still hanging around here as I don’t post nearly as often as I once did. Anyway, these two are just the sweetest things and they’re crazy about each other and they want to share without worries of judgments or evil commenters. I’ve somehow managed to avoid the hateful people that many of you have experienced. (I’ve probably just jinxed myself though.)

Anyway, go see them. Say hello. They seem to have found what many of us are missing. Lucky devils.

http://lovemutually.blogspot.com

Your Touch

2006-11-05T08:06:00.000-05:00

I woke up so wet this morning, dreaming of you touching me during the night, imagining you curling up behind me, feeling your hard cock pressing against me. I imagined your hands moving over my body. I remembered your touch. I found myself trying to replicate it, tracing my fingers over my arms, my breasts, down my stomach, over my thighs. It’s not the same. Oh how I wish it was the same. Still, I continued, finding the wetness between my legs, spreading the folds, exploring within. Again, trying to imitate you, the gentleness and firmness of your fingers, pushing, probing, rubbing, plunging. I grew wetter and wetter with thoughts of you. I escaped into those sexy eyes and then focused completely on your perfect cock. Tingles moved through my body, from my pussy down my legs, up through my breasts, into my head. Heat enveloped me, consumed me. Pleasure took over and a moan escaped through my winded breath. Another orgasm aided by thoughts of you, leaving me wanting more than anything... your touch.

Weekends

2006-11-04T10:02:00.000-05:00

Sometimes I hate the weekends. Weekends mean little contact. Weekends mean no flirting, no silly conversation and definitely no sex. I miss you on the weekends. I want to be with you on the weekends. I want to be with you every day. Again, I’m being selfish, but I just can’t seem to get you out of my mind today and to be perfectly honest, I don't even want to.

Foreplay

2006-11-01T22:10:00.000-05:00

He drives me wild, makes me crazy, sends me places I’ve never been. I sat down as instructed and watched him walk toward me. I love that look in his eyes. Is it desire, want, need? I don’t care. I love it no matter what it is.

He pushed my legs apart and then surprised me by sitting in the floor, pushing my skirt up and quickly licking my already wet pussy. Yes, I was wet. A few minutes with him and I’m wet. Always. Everyday. Sometimes the phenomenon makes for a very long day. Most days, it pays off.

I’m one of those strange women that cums rather easily just from fucking. The feel of his thick, hard cock buried deep inside me sends me spinning. I’ll cum over and over without any real attention to my clit or anything else. Oh, he’s always good to my clit anyway, giving it plenty of attention, which adds to the experience, but because I love fucking so much, I sometimes rush foreplay. It’s nice, but I don’t have to have it to get warmed up.

He wanted to play with me today though, spreading my legs and licking my pussy, making me breathless and so hot I could hardly stand it. The feel of his tongue moving up and down my slit, in and out of my hot pussy was incredible – licking and flicking and sucking. I lost touch with reality pretty fast.

When he pulled back and went to work with those magic fingers I began bucking and shaking uncontrollably. I wondered for a moment how he finds that g-spot so quickly, then just as easily quit caring. I wanted to beg him to never stop, but simply couldn’t form the words. I was cumming and cumming so hard that I went limp. I was almost in the floor when I realized where I was. I pulled myself up, halfway straightening my skirt, giggling a bit.

Hours later, as he unbuttoned his shirt and walked toward me with that unbelievable cock, I couldn’t help thinking that I really do enjoy the foreplay. I sucked his thick cock with a newfound excitement. I always savor sucking his cock, but this time it was even better, oddly enough. He was so hard and long. I love trying to get all of it in my mouth, deep throating for as long as I can. Soon though he was pounding my pussy with that amazing cock and I was cumming again, this time in waves, over and over, my juices running down his balls. Eventually, we came together in such an explosion that I could hardly contain the screams. He grabbed hold of me as if he felt the same way.

We are so good together. It just doesn’t get better than what we have. I feel so lucky to have him in my life.

Waking With You

2006-10-31T13:42:00.000-05:00

This morning lying in my bed I was thinking of you. I think of you a lot in those moments right before I go to sleep, and just as I wake up. With my eyes closed, I can remember those moments spent together, focus on the way it feels when you touch me.

This morning I thought about you, longed for you, wished I could reach for you. I remember the feeling of you beside me in bed and I want that feeling again. I want to have access to that beautiful cock in the night and in the morning. I want to be able to wrap my lips around you whenever I so desire. I want to be able to perch over you in the morning and lower my warm, wet pussy onto your morning wood then ride you and feel you filling me up like no man ever has. I want to feel your hand on my bare ass all during the night. I want your fingers pinching my nipples and your mouth on my neck. I want those deep, passionate kisses. I want to start my day by fucking you. I want to end my day that way too.

I know it’s selfish. I know it doesn’t fit into the lives we’ve created. I know it’s probably not even healthy for me to think about. I know it can't happen. I want it anyway.

First Meetings

2006-10-18T09:39:00.000-04:00

The plan came together rather quickly. Everything seemed to just fall into place, all the details nice and easy and clean. There wasn’t even a lot of time to pass between making the plan and executing it and once the commitment was made there was no way in hell I was turning back. No way would I miss this chance. We’d been seducing each other for months and I wanted him more than I’d ever wanted anyone.

As I drove, knowing the time was drawing near, my stomach was in knots. A phone call that he’d arrived and I swear I thought I’d throw up. I sat in the parking lot longer than I should have, trying to catch my breath, trying to relax. Finally, gathering my wits, I made my way through the lobby, to the elevator and to the room, knocking on the door, thinking my knees would surely buckle under me at any time.

The door opened and the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen greeted me. Were there words? I don’t remember. Something about me being tall, resulting in me kicking off my shoes and all but jumping into his arms. No awkwardness, no unease, just total comfort and relief to be in the arms of the man that I’d fallen for, harder than ever before. Little did I know how naïve I was to those feelings even then.

A few precious, delicious kisses, a hug and a few more deep breaths. I wonder if I was pale. I felt pale. I also felt his cock pushing against me through his pants. Can I touch him now? Would that be inappropriate? I wanted to touch him. He must have noticed my knees shaking and suggested I sit down. On the bed. I did, but then pulled him toward me, spread my legs and leaned back on the bed. He continued to smile. Good, he must really like me.

Soon, the kisses became deeper and his hands moved up my thigh, finding no panties under my skirt, seemingly happy, though not surprised. I never have been able to keep a secret. He pulled off my blouse, pausing to look, although I couldn’t focus on his eyes anymore. I couldn’t stop looking at the bulge in his pants. Did I unbutton his shirt? Yes, I think I did. Is that bulge for real? Oh my gosh. That’s incredible.

I unbuckled his belt and starting fooling with his pants. Why do they make men’s pants so complicated with all those buttons? Seeing my trouble, he helped. Pushing them aside, reaching into his boxers, I felt, then saw the most beautiful cock I’ve ever seen. I was amazed, astonished really. It must sound like I’m gushing, but I have to say it was truly amazing and even a little scary. Do cocks really get this big? Can I handle this? I certainly wanted to try and right then.

Precum is a beautiful thing. It’s like an appetizer to the perfect meal. I slid off the bed onto my knees and tasted him for the first time, wondering how in the world I would ever get him off, without being able to get enough of him in my mouth. I wish I could say I figured it out, but I’m afraid I didn’t – not for lack of trying mind you.

Soon, probably too soon I was back on the bed. I was so torn, wanting to suck on that beautiful cock, while also wanting to feel it in my now very wet pussy. I pulled him back on top of me, somehow getting my skirt off – another detail I can’t remember. He began rubbing the head of his cock up and down my slit, feeling my wetness and then ever so gently pushed inside of me. I don’t know how I didn’t cum right then. What fullness and pleasure and perfection. I think my eyes flew open just in time with the moan escaping from deep in my throat.

What happened from there is the kind of sex you see perfectly executed in movies, but never in real life. We had great rhythm, my hips meeting his plunges in perfect time, my legs falling comfortably around his legs and back. He filled me up like no man before him and sent me into a place of tranquility that I’d never felt. We rocked on for quite a long time, given the excitement we’d built up. We’d both speculated we’d explode rather quickly, but that simply wasn’t the case at all.

There was a point though, a point where the passion took over, where I lost control. I was so taken with the pleasure of it all, the realization of how effortless our love making was that I surrendered control and let my mind and my soul drift away into a beautiful, peaceful place. When I felt the waves begin I didn’t even try to stop them. My breath caught, my back arched, my eyes rolled and my pussy contracted, grabbing hold of him, hoping to never let go. Suddenly I was aware of his own release, feeling his beautiful cock swell even more and pump and twitch. I felt hot cum join my own juices as we sighed and moaned and gasped in release.

Cumming together is a beautiful thing. It’s the kind of thing that people write about and fantasize about but doesn’t happen very often, at least not in my experience. This was perfect though, a sign of the fate of the experience, our relationship as a whole. You always remember the first time. With this man, I will remember every time.

Beginnings

2006-10-16T09:39:00.000-04:00

We met in an unconventional way. We have an unconventional relationship. Most of the people we know and love and trust would not approve. None of that matters. We know what we have is real and valid and precious. We think we’re lucky to have found each other.

Some months ago we connected. He said things that intrigued me, made me want to know more. He’d have to tell you what attracted him to me, but I imagine it was some of the same, along with a nice shot of my tits of course. For whatever the reason, we were drawn to each other, both needing a little something more than what our current situations offer.

We began innocently enough, exchanging email, chatting, finding we had a many things in common and yet accepting the not-so-common. Eventually there would be a phone call and more. Finally, there was a confession on both our parts of real feelings and desires that neither of us really knew what to do with. At some point, we recognized the need to meet for real, in real life, to act on all the fantasies we’d role played and typed and talked about. That need has built for some time.

And now we draw close to that time. Plans have been made. The anticipation is intoxicating. There are so many things I look forward to. I long for that first kiss, the first time our tongues meet. I can’t wait to feel his hand on my face, my back, in my hair, on my ass. I can’t wait to touch him, feel his body close to mine. I can’t wait to feel his amazing cock pressed against me, growing in anticipation. I wonder how long we’ll wait. I wonder if we’ll pause and savor the moment or be fucking like animals in mere minutes. Will it be soft and tender or passion mixed with frenzy?

Of course there are fears too. At least on my part. While I know all I need to know about him to be certain that I’ll be attracted to him and enjoy spending time with him, I worry that he won’t feel the same. He’s seen accurate, current pictures, but I’m afraid he’ll see me in person and decide I’m nearly as sexy as he thought.

Beyond that small fear is a much larger one. Part of me is quite fearful that things will be just as perfect as we’ve imagined. That must sound crazy, but it is true nonetheless. What if we’re perfect together? What if he satisfies me like none other? What if we have a bond that send us spiraling into a love so deep that nothing else can compare? What if it’s a burden to go back to our real lives and pretend that nothing happened? Are we opening a Pandora’s box that will be impossible to close? I don’t know.

I do know that there’s no turning back now. I fully intend to see this through. It may very well be the most selfish thing I’ve ever done, but I have convinced myself that I deserve it. I owe it to myself to be with someone that craves me as much as I crave them. I owe it to myself to quite possibly feel what true, passionate love feels like physically. I’ve never wanted anything as much as I want this.

Sexy Back

2006-10-14T07:55:00.000-04:00

It’s time for some fantasy around here.

There is nothing sexier than the feel of man’s hands on me, all over me, but most especially on my neck and back. A hand on the small of my back or the curve of my waist, even with clothes on, sends shivers through me. Mix with that two hands, from behind, pulling me closer, adding kisses on my neck and I become putty in his hands.

A few minutes of that and I’ll be your submissive slut for life. Anything you want can be yours and I will eagerly and blissfully give it.

I recently felt those hands on me, clothes still on, grabbing at my waist and my hips, pulling me, touching me at first outside my shirt, but quickly sliding underneath. I leaned forward, pushing my ass towards him, purring quietly, loving the touch. He smacked my ass and nibbled on my neck and I could feel the moisture building between my legs.

I pushed my own pants down, giving him full access to my ass, wanting him to fuck me right then, but the sweet torment continued. Soft touches up and down perfectly mixed with firm touches to my ass. I heard his pants unzip, felt the warmth of his skin against me, sensed that beautiful cock close behind me. I pushed back with him firmly against me and began to grind, him still pulling on my hips.

My pussy was dripping with juices I was so turned on, but the delicious tease continued with him reaching around me, pushing my bra up and grabbing my tits firmly. He roughly rolled my nipples between his fingers, making my breath catch. I love that. His hands then moved down my stomach to my wet pussy and with one hand back on my waist, he used the other to tease my clit. I love those magic fingers. They make me cum so effortlessly.

With my knees weak and breathing erratically, he whispered in my ear words every woman wants to hear, that I’m sexy, that I turn him on, that he loves everything about me. Beautiful words from a sexy man with a perfect cock. This is a fantasy indeed.

The Other Woman

2006-10-08T08:28:00.000-04:00

I’ve become very aware of the fact that I’m the other woman. The “other” woman. I don’t think I want to be the other woman. I want to be “the” woman. I want to feel special and loved and needed and wanted every day, not just the days he can meet me, not the days that he’s horny, not just in a hotel room.

I want to have my cake and eat it too. I want comfort and love and commitment mixed with mind blowing, fuck-me-like-there’s-no-tomorrow sex. And why can’t I have that? Am I not special enough? Not pretty enough? Not a good enough lover? Does anyone have that?

I don’t blame her or even him. I know he loves her. I know she’s special and believe me, no one wants to protect her and her feelings more than me. I know he’s doing the right thing in staying, as am I, but there’s a part of me that also knows I’m settling for less than what I want or even what I think I deserve.

I’m strong and independent and self sufficient. I learned at a very young age how to take care of myself, how to survive. Part of that survival involved becoming a bit cold and accepting that sometimes we do things out of necessity, not out of passion. I settled for less in an effort to make life easier, not knowing that I could or even wanted more. Now, many years later I’m still in this situation of comfort and ease, trading in fervor and excitement and what would ultimately feel best for me.

I just want to be chosen. I want someone to be willing to give everything to me, not just a hard cock and a few stolen hours. I want to be special every day and know that I’m with the one person I can’t live without. I want to know that he’s with me because he can’t imagine one morning or night without me.

Perhaps it’s selfish. Perhaps it’s unobtainable. I may never know. I want it nonetheless.

Perfection

2006-10-04T16:07:00.000-04:00

I don’t know where to start and I definitely don’t ever want to finish. I want to remember every touch, every taste, every look. I want the sight of you hovering over me burned in my head. I want to never forget the feeling of you buried deep inside of me, never forget the feel of your hand on the small of my back, never forget the sound of you breathing deeply in my ear as I come over and over and never forget the perfection of it all.

We were made for each other. I will never doubt fate again. I believe that I found you for a reason. Actually, I believe we found each other for several reasons. No one has ever fucked me like you. No one will ever fuck me like you. The intensity, the passion, the raw emotion of it all surprises me, satisfies me and still leaves me eager for more.

I’m ruined now in that I will surely never find anyone that can satisfy me as you do. You do own me and I can’t think of any place I’d rather be. If I’m dreaming, I hope I never wake up.

Aggression

2006-09-20T12:54:00.000-04:00

I feel naughty today.
I want you.
No words.
No conversation.
No excuses.
Just your cock in my pussy.
Hard and fast.
Can you do that for me?

Tastes and Smells

2006-09-14T16:23:00.000-04:00

I wouldn’t say that I especially love the way my pussy smells or tastes. I don’t crave it or anything. I certainly don’t lick my fingers after I’ve fingered myself or enjoy the smell when I’m alone. Years of marriage to a man that doesn’t touch my pussy or taste it have taught me that there must be something less than appealing about it. And yet…

There is something so sexy, so hot, so intoxicatingly tempting about smelling me on him. I don’t know what I taste like exactly, but I know what I taste like on him and it is delicious. And I don’t even care where or how – his fingers in my mouth after he’s fingered me like only he can, his mouth after he’s teased my clit with his tongue, and then his amazing cock after he’s fucked me nice and hard.

I recently spent some time on a desk, on my back. Legs spread, back arched, the most incredible cock plunging deeper and deeper inside of me. When he pulled away I asked him to come closer, staying on my back. I lay there, in full view, head turned to the side, begging him to let me have that thick cock in my mouth. He stood beside me as I sucked and licked him, enjoying every second of it. The feel of his hands on me, pinching my nipples, touching me as if there was nothing he’d rather do.

He encouraged me to touch myself as I sucked, playing with my clit, already tender from the orgasms I’d been given. I obliged though, rubbing gently, sucking harder and harder. He would eventually pull away and move to the end of the desk, filling my pussy up again, letting me cum once more before shooting his hot load inside me. I'll never get tired of that feeling.

Five Variable Love Profile

2006-09-09T19:55:00.000-04:00

This is pretty interesting. I'm not sure its entirely accurate, but it is more than a little bit familiar...

Your Five Variable Love Profile

Propensity for Monogamy:

Your propensity for monogamy is low.
You see love as a gift that you should give to many.
It's hard for you to imagine being with one person at at time...
Let alone one person for the rest of your life!

Experience Level:

Your experience level is high.
You've loved, lost, and loved again.
You have had a wide range of love experiences.
And when the real thing comes along, you know it!

Dominance:

Your dominance is low.
This doesn't mean you're a doormat, just balanced.
You know a relationship is not about getting your way.
And you love to give your sweetie a lot of freedom.

Cynicism:

Your cynicism is low.
You are an eternal optimist when it comes to love and romance.
No matter how many times you've been hurt - you're never bitter.
You believe in one true love, your perfect soulmate.
And if you haven't found true love yet, you know you will soon.

Independence:

Your independence is medium.
In relationships, you need both "me time" and "we time."
You usually find it easy to be part of a couple.
But occasionally you start to feel a little smothered.

The Five Variable Love Test

Watching Me

2006-09-03T22:15:00.000-04:00

In all of the times we’ve visited a hotel, he’s checked in, most of the time waiting on me when I get there. This time I wanted to let him come to me, find me. I hoped he would appreciate the gesture, so I checked in early, requesting two keys so I could take one to him.

After delivering his key and agreeing on a time, I arrived a bit early, undressed, took a fresh shower and turned the bed down. With the towel still around me, I pulled my small bullet vibrator from my bag and sat on the edge of the bed, realizing that he’d be there very soon. I wanted him to find me, wanted him to catch me.

I slid under the sheet, toy in hand and started to gently stroke my pussy. Interestingly, no stimulation, no preparation was needed. I was already so wet. The mere excitement of being here, knowing he’d find me was turning me on to a point that I knew I’d have to hold back to keep from cumming right then. This was a good exercise for me. Our last meeting had been so passionate that neither of us had been incredibly patient. In fact, we were fucking like animals within minutes of me walking through the door. Today though, we would wait, at least a few moments anyway.

I heard the card in the door and a smile formed on my lips. I licked them, ready to play my game, anxious to play with him. The sight of him turns me on. I could spend days in his eyes and I’m infatuated with his body, although he doesn’t believe it.

Locking the door behind him, he came to the bed, our eyes meeting and pulled the sheet back, revealing my toy and seeing me already pleasuring myself. I wasn’t sure what to expect. He smiled too and I whispered just one thing, “I want you to watch.”

He took a seat in the chair by the bed. Relief spilled over me, glad he approved. I pushed the sheet back completely, spread my legs far apart and continued to stroke my moist pussy. My lips were already swollen from the stimulation, my clit hard and begging for attention. With one hand I used my toy to push deep inside my folds. With the other, I alternated tugging on my nipples and stroking my clit. I was careful to take my time, not get carried away. I didn’t want to cum too quickly. I wanted him to enjoy the show.

I watched him intently, seeing the want in his eyes and the growing bulge in his pants. I appreciated that fact that he fidgeted in his seat and repeatedly struggled with finding comfort for his awesome cock. I wanted to see it and finally asked that he take it out and stroke it for me. I’ve worried from the beginning that I didn’t touch him in the best ways. Watching him touch himself would teach me and I wanted to learn.

Seeing his cock was overwhelming. I love it. I really do. I think it’s the most wonderful cock in the world. I want it, crave it, dream of it, lust after it. Seeing him touch himself from being turned on by me brought more pleasure than words can describe. And that was all I needed. Suddenly, I couldn’t hold back anymore, feeling the tingle building through my body. A wave of pleasure rolled over me, my back arched, and I came with a long deep moan, watching him, watching me.

As much as I would have liked to continue, without a conscious thought I heard myself begging, “Fuck me now. Please fuck me now.” And because he’s so good to me, he obliged, standing up from his chair, quickly removing his own clothes and taking his place on the bed.

Fucking him is the greatest pleasure I’ve known. He fills me up, satisfying me like no one ever has. We have perfect rhythm and chemistry. On his knees between my legs, his thick cock pounding me, I’m overcome with how lucky I am to have found this man who satisfies me so completely. Then, I feel him swelling even more inside me, and quickly feel that hot cum that I’ve worked so hard for.

5 Hours

2006-09-01T08:55:00.000-04:00

I simply don't have words. Total, complete, pure satisfaction on every possible level.

20 Minutes

2006-08-29T21:39:00.000-04:00

The day had not allowed the opportunities I hoped for. A morning kiss and a promise for more later had renewed my want from the day before, but eye contact alone would have done that.

It was already too late when I realized I had to get home early, leaving only 20 minutes, which would never be long enough for us. I can’t be sure, but I think the least amount of time we’ve ever spent fucking was just under an hour. His stamina is amazing. He has the drive and the fortitude that women dream of and men envy and he’s all too willing to take his time with me.

I sat down in his office, sure we’d chat a little, flirt shamelessly and then say our goodbyes. Instead, he started saying the sweetest things, complimenting me. Those compliments are so hard for me to take. I’m so flattered, but still don’t quite believe them all. At some point he stood from his chair, walked by me and closed his office door.

I sat back, knowing there just wasn’t enough time, frustrated and yet still craving his touch in any form, for any amount of time. I started this for the sex. I wanted to be fucked. (I still want to be fucked!) I’ve found great pleasure in the kissing and touching, making me very aware of just how long its been since someone wanted to kiss and touch me, just how long its been since someone has.

In a few short minutes we were passionately embraced, deeply kissing, his hand moving up my thigh, searching for the answer to a question I’d avoided. Did I go without panties? No, they were there, purposely, for him to remove. Only he didn’t remove them. Instead he pushed them aside and felt how wet I was already, simply from his kisses, perhaps simply from his presence.

Time was ticking away, although I lost track. I could have easily been convinced to stay, forgetting my obligation. He was cognizant of the time though, respecting my responsibilities. His fingers are magical, simply magical, pushing into the depths of my pussy, finding that incredible g-spot, teasing my clit. My breath quickened, my back arched and I soaked his hand with the juices of my orgasm.

I then attempted a smart comment about using his left hand and he responded by informing me that I wasn’t done. Eight minutes left when both hands went to work, in combination of his tongue and lips. Pure, un-fucking-believable pleasure. I came so hard, so fast that I was a bit embarrassed. I wonder if it bothers him how quickly I climax.

Breathless, lightheaded and giddy I happily sucked and licked his fingers clean of my cum, thanking him for being so good to me. I could see and feel the bulge in his pants and still couldn’t satisfy him. Another day of waiting. He IS so good to me.

15 minutes

2006-08-28T21:58:00.000-04:00

He walked into the office, leaned over to kiss me hungrily, as if it was the most appealing thing on earth and then leaned back against the edge of the desk. Damn, he’s sexy. I have an appointment in 15 minutes, but there’s no way I can leave without having him in my mouth.

I quickly reach for the zipper on his pants, struggling a little more than I would have liked. I think I hear him ask me what I’m doing but I don’t even care. This cock is my cock and I want it now. I’m not asking permission.

Already semi hard, I wrap my lips around the most perfect cock I’ve ever seen. The feel of him in my mouth, growing harder and harder is so invigorating. I feel the heat between my legs, the growing moisture. I’d like nothing better than to bend over that desk and beg him to fuck me like only he can, but I’m so enjoying sucking this amazing cock. I’m thankful he indulges my desires.

My 15 minutes went too fast. It wasn't nearly enough time. I left him swollen and hard, knowing I’d turned him on and couldn’t finish. I really hate that. I want to give him the kind of satisfaction that he’s so good to give me. I want him to be fulfilled, pleased, content. I don’t want to leave him wanting. This time though, I left him wanting.

I hope he'll let me finish soon.

Lonely

2006-08-26T08:05:00.000-04:00

I cried again last night. I seem to be doing that a lot lately. Funny, I did it so much as a child – seems like every night from the time I remember, which was one of the very reasons why I married when and who I did. And now I’m crying again but for very different reasons. Now I’m lonely, and yet I do not live alone.

When did I become invisible? When did he stop seeing me or caring that I’m here?

While the sex has literally never been there in our marriage, there was a time when we were at least intimate. I remember him putting a hand on my thigh in the car or an arm around me as we walked together. I remember holding hands and hugging and sitting close together. I remember sharing a bed. Although now those memories are fading.

Am I so bad? Have I become so unappealing that he simply can’t stand the thoughts of me now? Am I that annoying? Or boring? How can he give his friends and hobbies hours and days and not even have a conversation with me? Would it be so hard to recognize that carrying his children are what changed my body? Am I that unattractive now? Do I really look that different? Other people don’t seem to think so.

I stay for my children. I will not mess up their lives. After all, there’s no fighting in our home. Never harsh words or meanness. I wonder though if one day they’ll look back and realize how silent it was, notice how their parents never touched and that their father never shared a bed with their mother. I wonder if one day they’ll think that this is what a marriage should be and that’s it okay. I want more for them. I want them to know love and passion and intimacy. I don’t want them to ever feel lonely or go to bed crying.

Of course then I wonder if that’s really a possibility. Is it me? Could I ever have a real relationship with anyone that would have love and intimacy? Would I weigh on the nerves of anyone I lived with and send them in the same direction he’s taken? Am I just that overbearing and annoying?

I had to get this out. My pity party will end soon and I’ll pick myself up and go on with a smile on my face just like I always do. Right now though, I’m tired and I’m sad and I’m giving myself permission to be that way.

Cock Worship

2006-08-23T22:45:00.000-04:00

Dear Most Amazing Cock,

I am writing you in an effort to let you know just how strongly I feel about you. I think you are the most amazing cock I’ve ever seen, touched, sucked or fucked. I marvel at your wonder with your long, thick shaft and perfectly shaped head. I simply adore everything about you and cannot imagine a more perfect cock.

You are smooth to the touch, perfect for me. Feeling you in my mouth, sucking, licking, kissing you is one of my favorite things. Thoughts of you make me so hot and so wet that I fantasize constantly about the way you feel inside me. My pussy has never been so fulfilled. Whether pounding me or slowly thrusting, it’s perfect every time, making me gush from the orgasms only you can give.

You fill me up completely as if you were created to match the mold my pussy would make. And then, while you make me feel incredible while diving deep inside the walls of my pussy, you can also bring astonishing responses while exploring my ass.

I do love you and pledge to you my eternal affection and devotion. I promise to take wonderful care of you, sucking you as often as you desire, begging your owner to fuck me daily. And should you not feel the need for the aforementioned attentions, I will gladly lay my head beside you, snuggling close to you and giving you all the attention you will allow.

Sincerely,

Your Devoted Fan

Comfort

2006-08-17T22:15:00.000-04:00

Months of encounters now, although I couldn’t tell you exactly how many. My calendar probably could, but it’s a trivial detail. We have a connection. We’ve had amazing sex in several places. None of those places matter really because when we’re together it seems as if the rest of the world ceases to exist. I think that’s what makes it so incredible. I think that’s why I cum harder than I ever have before.

From the moment his eyes meet mine, when his hands take to the curve of my back or the side of my face, from the time our lips join, I go to another place. It’s a place of peace and passion, a place of pleasure and purity without concern or worry or fear.

It’s a place I constantly long for now, an escape that has become a necessity. It’s a place that I can honestly say I’ve never been before. Is that why I want it – the uniqueness, the inexperience? Or is it deeper?

I don’t know. But while my mind and even my heart seek the answers, yet another part of me doesn’t need to know at all. I’m satisfied in the place I’m at, we’re at. I’m intrigued in knowing that each encounter is better than the last, each connection deeper than the one before.

I want this to last forever, but if it can’t I’ll walk away knowing I’m lucky to have experienced it and better because of it.

New Furniture

2006-08-15T21:49:00.000-04:00

I’m wondering, how do you break in a new piece of furniture? Do you make love nice and slow and create a sweet, caring memory or do you fuck like wild animals and remember the passion that was born on it?

In my house there’s only one place for sex – the bed. I enjoy sex in a bed, especially if I can hang my head off the edge and get that rush or hold firmly onto the headboard as I ride like there’s no tomorrow, though none of that is allowed. I also crave the urgency of the idea of sex in the office or the car or just inside the door or on the kitchen counter. I love the variety, the excitement, the obsession, the fervor.

He gives me all that and more and so now I wonder how he would want to break in a new piece of furniture. How would you break it in?

Punishment

2006-08-13T19:05:00.000-04:00

I’d been bad. I was in and out of touch and late. When I did show up his words said one thing, but his eyes said something else. He told me I’d been bad, that I would be punished. His eyes said that he wanted to play. I couldn’t wait!

He looked so damn sexy to me. I’d seen him several times during the day, passing him in the hall, in my office door, walking by his office. I wanted to jump him every time I saw him, but the opportunity hadn’t presented itself until now. He pushed back from his desk, leaned back in his chair and told me to get on my knees. I had to make up for my disobedience, needed to accept my punishment.

I happily obeyed, taking my place, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants, taking out that beautiful cock. I love his cock, worship it, and want it more than anything. I dream about it, fantasize about it, and savor it when I have it. Its perfect for me, big and thick, seemingly molded for my body as the ideal fit.

Taking him in my mouth, gently at first I was instantly turned on. He wasn’t quite hard, which gave me the opportunity to bring him to potential. His hands were quickly in my hair, pulling and pushing me as he wanted me to suck and lick. He grew harder and thicker and I grew hotter and wetter. He wasn’t so gentle, even putting both hands around my neck rather firmly at one point. I wish leaving marks there wouldn’t be a problem, but I’m afraid that would draw too much attention. He knows that and stops just short.

After some time he pulled me off his shaft and instructed me to undress, watching me as I step back from his desk. While seeing myself undressed is hardly comfortable for me, he seems to be okay with it. There are plenty of things I’d like to change about my body, but as far as I can tell he’s not bothered by my imperfections. That turns me on even more.

From there he tells me there is more of a price to pay. For one, he would withhold his tongue from my pussy. He wanted to lick my pussy, but I lost that pleasure in being late. I resist the urge to pout. Instead I took my spot on his desk. He immediately pushed me back, roughly and continued the punishment. Pinches and thumps and slaps. Pleasure and pain and excitement. I was so hot and so wet that it’s a wonder I didn’t cum right then. When he slammed his big hard cock into my waiting pussy I wanted to scream a scream that would have rung throughout the office. It was exhilarating and felt so good I wanted to hold the moment for days.

For the next hour he fucked me good and hard. He made me sit on his lap and ride his cock until I was breathless and wet with sweat and then put me back on the desk and fucked me some more. I came, as always, over and over and over again, leaving proof on him and the desk and the floor. I was so spent and worn out and sore when he stopped that part of me thought I’d never want to fuck again, but the rest of me knew better.

I left knowing I’d be sore, knowing there would be bruises, knowing I’d want more soon.

Wonder

2006-08-12T19:20:00.000-04:00

Deep kisses

Gentle caresses

Hands around my neck

Firm touches

Nibbles

Bites

Slaps to my ass

Smacks to my pussy

Hair pulling

A tongue separating my lips, yes both sets

Scratches

Hugs

Thumps (oh my, how nice)

Deep pounding thrusts to my mouth and then my pussy and then my ass

Moans

Screams

Tingles

Passion and urgency

Cumming over and over and over again like never before

My body aches today. It aches for what I’ve had and what I haven’t. I feel the soreness of our passion and yet long for more, though perhaps a bit more gentle today. You’re my addiction now. I can’t get enough. You own me. I wonder how it feels to have that power. I wonder if you grasp the value of it. I wonder how long it will last and how it will end. I wonder and yet I still want.

Your Mouth, My Cock

2006-08-07T15:18:00.000-04:00

I remember every blowjob you've ever given me. The first time we met in that hotel, how you devoured me just as you'd promised you would. The many times you've woken me nestled between my legs, your soft mouth gently sucking me to life. The time in the shower when you took to your knees and sucked me hard and fast and begged to cum all over your face. That long redeye flight when everyone else was asleep and you leaned over and quietly blew me for hundreds of miles. The time I straddled your shoulders and grabbed the headboard and fucked your face until I came so hard I saw stars. And oh the many many times you ride my cock and then climb and take me in your mouth so you can taste your own pussy on me.

I cannot get enough of your mouth on my cock. Your enthusiasm and love for sucking me off makes me crazy. It makes me love saying "your mouth" and "my cock" over and over and picturing them together. Looking in your eyes as you gaze up at me, your lips encircling my shaft, your tongue teasing my tip, it sends me into a tizzy. I love the eagerness with which you lap up my precum, the whimpers and moans you make as you suck my cock, the ferocity with which you make yourself cum as you simultaneously suck my cock, fondle my balls, and rub your own pussy.

Never stop sucking my cock.

Never stop sucking my cock.

Never stop sucking my cock.

Wet Dreams

2006-08-06T09:53:00.000-04:00

I had an erotic dream last night that I cannot remember. I suppose it’s the female equivalent of a wet dream as I woke up all slick and wet. My pussy lips were swollen and pink, my clit sore. My right hand was covered in my own juices as I suppose it was the culprit. I do that from time to time. I suppose not wearing panties to bed doesn’t do anything to hinder the behavior.

Don’t get me wrong. I don’t regret having them. In fact, they’re rather satisfying. What bothers me about this one is that I don’t remember the dream. I don’t have any memory at all and I want to remember it. I want to have the image in my head of sucking an amazing cock, while rubbing myself, or being fucked good and hard from behind. Nothing though. It makes me want to go back to sleep and hope for a repeat.

Course, it also got me wondering. Am I odd? Do other women have these?

Feelings

2006-08-04T21:51:00.000-04:00

Yesterday was a hard act to follow. I’m telling the truth when I say that I thought it might be the end. I wasn’t sure how I’d react at another meeting. Part of me didn’t want to push the envelope. Part of me wanted to embrace the perfection of the day, recognize the raw emotion I felt, appreciate it, remember it forever, and then walk away. That must sound awful, but its how I felt.

I don’t know how to do this. I don’t know how to let someone be good to me, pleasure me, spoil me. I don’t know how to feel such passion. It’s uncharted and scary and wonderful and exciting all at the same time.

So, I went to sleep the night after our last encounter thinking that since there’s no way it could possibly get better that I should just let go. I mean there’s no future to it. And then I woke up and realized that I can’t now. (Oh, I would if that’s what he wanted. I’m not a stalker.)

I know that I’ve crossed the line now. My body started this, but now my heart is involved. There’s still no future. There are obligations and promises and a million other things that complicate everything, but I find myself in a sea of feelings I’m not sure I’ve felt before and I don’t know quite what to do with.

Of course who knows if he feels anything even remotely like what I do. Although, I suppose it doesn’t matter really. It would be okay if he didn’t. I have no right, no justification. We were clear from the beginning what this was. And yet suddently I'm facing insecure thoughts, feeling like a child, a crazy high school girl. I still accept the reality of the situation, although I’m a bit overwhelmed by all the “what ifs” in my head. And those obligations? Well they aren’t changing, they aren’t going away, and I certainly don’t even want them to.

And then…I hear from him, wanting me again, and there's simply no way I can say no. He owns me now...

Fantasies Fulfilled

2006-08-04T08:10:00.000-04:00

I spent the afternoon in bed today. And yes, I mean the whole afternoon. It was the fulfillment of a fantasy, the completion of an assigned task. It was incredible and perfect and wonderful and amazing. I will never forget this day. It will go down as one of the best ever.

What happened? The most amazing man planned, prepared, and waited for me. He knew what I wanted and sought to give it to me. From the candles to the music to the blindfold over my eyes – today was all about me, my wants, my needs. He gave me all I’d requested and then continued to please me in ways I hadn’t even imagined.

I’ve honestly never experienced such passion and satisfaction. His hands, his tongue, his amazing cock are magic. They work spells all over me, giving me levels of pleasure that I didn’t even know existed. There were deep kisses and gently touches. There were smacks, spankings, sucks, licks and nibbles. There were positions – wow were there positions. There was a degree of emotion too that I can’t quite describe. In the intensity of the experience, tears escaped my eyes more than once.

In reward for all his hard work, I made an effort to repay him in equal pleasure climbing on top more than once and riding him nice and hard. He gave me more orgasms that I can count, and then ultimately rewarded me with a gift I’ve never received. As he fucked me from behind, me moaning and bucking against him, he shot a big load of his hot, creamy cum on my back with such force that it literally hit the back of my head, spurting all over, from my neck to my ass. It was indescribable and while a part of me wonders what that force would have felt like inside, I’m very appreciative of the experience and hope he will remember the visual for quite some time.

Thank you baby. It was a wonderful day. You give me more pleasure than words can say.

The REAL Secret Girl

2006-08-02T18:41:00.000-04:00

I’ve been pondering in recent days and even weeks where I should go here. I like telling you my fantasies, I really enjoy playing with DSB over there, but I know that there’s more to me to say. There’s more that I’d like to say, that I can’t say to those that know me, at least casually. I want to tell you guys all my secrets. I’m also inspired by some of my fellow sex bloggers that somehow manage to find a balance between sex and life on their blogs. I bow to AAG and WryGirl and J and Madame X and of course the Master of all, Art, who all seem to tell us the naughty and mix it with real life. I think that was my goal but somehow I got all caught up in pleasing and fantasizing and then became afraid that you didn’t really want to know the REAL me. Stupid insecurities huh? I should just tell it and if you like, that’s great, if you don’t, that’s fine too.

So I think I’m going to make a real effort here. Oh I’ll still be naughty and tell you my fantasies, but I may mix it with some real frustration about my relationship(s) because that’s what I’m really feeling, if I'm honest. AAG did a great post about that very subject today that kind of pushed me over the edge here. Thanks hun! That said, some of what I write may be fact, some of it may just be some version of the truth and some of it may be complete fantasy. I will never tell. Because, truth be told, I’d deny just about everything here in a court of law. Sorry.

I think in doing this I will post more often, even the short ones because I won't feel the pressing urgency to come up with this whole fantasy for you. I can just tell you what's in my head, right now without fear of someone judging. You guys won't judge will you? No way.

So here goes…. ironically starting where I started over 6 months ago…

I'm a "normal" 30 something year old woman, wife and mom. You see me in line at the grocery store, in church, at ballet class with my children. You see me with my husband in restaurants and attending community events. I love my family BUT I have a secret. There's a side of me they will never see. There's a side of me that keeps me sane. That side is spontaneous and daring and very, very sexual.

I have needs and desires that my husband of many years has no desire to fill. This frustrates me beyond words. I go through cycles of emotions from thinking something is wrong with me, to thinking something is wrong with him, to anger, to fear, to sadness. For most of my marraige I have satisfied my urges through flirtations and relationships stopping just short of sex. I have at least once sought the comfort of a lover and found it quite satisfying, feeling very little guilt. While I doubt I'll ever leave my husband, I know just as surely that I will probably never be faithful again. I simply cannot and as selfish as it sounds, it's best that way.

Wants and Needs

2006-07-31T21:53:00.000-04:00

I’m independent and strong. I can take care of myself. When it comes to romance, you can leave the flowers at home. I can have sex without love and find it quite satisfying. I don’t need to cuddle afterwards. I won’t wait for a phone call or be upset if I don’t hear from you for a few days. I’ll tell you what I want sexually, when I want it. You won’t have to guess. I can keep great secrets and play all the games. I won’t require that you remember dates and times of random events in the relationship.

So what DO I want or more importantly, what do I need? Interesting question. I’ve pondered it a great deal lately. Honestly, I’m not sure. I’ve been described as “insatiable” more than once. That’s not all together true. I can be satisfied, have been satisfied. I just find that the need, the desire is back as quickly as its quenched.

What I really want though is long, deep kisses, not because its foreplay, but because you crave the taste of me, can’t wait to feel my tongue playing with yours. I want to know, instinctively that you want me and need me more than anything. I want to feel loved, even though I don’t need to hear the words. I want to see desire in your eyes, hear it in your voice. I want you to crave me the same way I crave you. I want you to want me in every possible way.

I do not seem to be able to ask for these things. It seems selfish, something I will not allow myself to be. But in not allowing myself to be vulnerable am I curtailing any chance I have of getting what I really want? Have I become so cold in an effort to be agreeable that I’ve taught those around me to not give me what I need most?

Just the things I’m pondering tonight. Next time will be sexier. I promise.

My Fantasy

2006-07-29T08:21:00.000-04:00

The room is completely dark with the exception of a single candle burning in the corner. There’s music, but its low, just a hint of a sound in the background. You’re waiting for me. I like the preparation, knowing you made plans, knowing you’ve waited. It feels good, makes me think I’m less of a whore and more like something special.

You meet me halfway across the floor. You are so sexy. I could eat you up. The look in your eyes, the expression on your face, those lips all work together to drive me crazy. And that’s before I consider what’s in your pants. You grab me by the back of my neck, tugging on my hair, holding my head back so you can kiss my neck hungrily. Chills run up and down me. I love the feel of your mouth on my neck.

Your kisses are deep and passionate, giving all of yourself to me in such a simple gesture. I hardly notice your hands removing my clothes the kisses are so good. I escape into them, completely forgetting the world around me. By the time I realize I’m undressed, you’ve produced a simple black scarf. Without words, you turn me around and cover my eyes. I can’t help but smile.

We’ve never played this game, but I can hardly wait. There’s something so sexy about not being able to see. It’s as if all the energy from that sense goes into the others, allowing you to feel more, hear more, and taste more.

Once blinded, you push me to my knees. I hear you all around me; feel your hands on my shoulders, the back of my head. I feel your knee brushing against my back. I’m completely vulnerable to you and yet I know I’m safe. In what seems to be forever, you circle me once again and then I feel a touch on the side of my face. No, not your hand. That’s right, I want your cock. Give it to me baby.

Course, I quickly learn I have to play by your rules. You smack my cheeks just a little with your wonderful cock and then tease my lips. I lick them in anticipation. Finally, you let me suck you. I love the feel of your growing cock in my mouth. It’s amazing even when it’s not quite hard, but as it swells in my mouth it is truly remarkable. I love it really, worship it, and want it more than anything. I think I could suck it for hours, but you simply want my mouth to prime you. You have more plans.

When you take your shaft from my mouth, I whimper a little. I hear you chuckle just a little, enjoying the knowledge of how much I enjoy your cock. You reach for my hands and pull me to feet, then lead me to the bed. I hope you’re ready to fuck me, but instead you know the tease has just begun.

Laying flat on the bed, you begin touching me. I feel fingers from my forehead all the way to my ankles. Soft, sensual touches, followed with kisses and licks and sometimes even sucks. I can feel the moisture between my legs and think I might just cum from the experience without the first touch to my pussy. I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything. My back arches and you hear the low moans, knowing you’re driving me crazy.

I can feel you moving around me. You are kneeling between my legs. I know your thick cock is so close. I’m starting to think you’ll torture me forever, but hope you won’t be able to hold out much longer. Just when I think you’re about to give in, you turn me over, starting another round on my back. I love the feel of your whiskers on my back. It is intoxicating and oh so sexy.

It’s at this point, that I begin begging you. “Please fuck me, baby! I want you so!” Still between my legs, you lean over me and whisper in my ear, “Be patient.” My patience is gone. I’m soaking wet. I want you pounding me. I want to scream in ecstasy as I cum all over your thick cock.

You fingers find my pussy, but you know just how much to tease me before I cum. You are so in tune with my body. One finger in my pussy, one in my ass. I’m so wet and hot. When you finally pull my hips up and thrust inside me I’m the wettest I’ve ever been. I back up on you, pushing against you, wanting the hardest, fastest fuck ever. I know now how turned on you are too, feeling how swollen you are in me. The head of your cock thumps the deepest part of me, making me scream with each stroke. I start to cum in a surge of juices and quivers and contractions. You feel my pussy grabbing your cock in ways you’ve never felt as my juices run down your thick shaft, over your balls and even your thighs. Tears are running down my cheeks from the sheer pleasure I’m experiencing. Soon you’re cumming too. It’s a powerful exchange – slaps and fluids and crude emotion.

Pure satisfaction that satisfies completely and yet still makes me want more. I crave that feeling. I want it more than anything and you are oh so good to give it to me. Thank you.

Raw

2006-07-26T18:20:00.000-04:00

Raw. Tender. Tired. Sore. Red. Swollen. This is the state of affairs with my pussy right now. You licked me, sucked me, pounded and fucked me and now I’m completely worn out. I want to curl up in a bed of pillows with ice between my legs and remember every touch and pleasure. That’s not a good idea though as my body would betray me again, telling me I wanted more, causing me more discomfort later.

No one pleasures me like you – not now, not ever. I thought I’d never find someone to satisfy my needs, thought I’d always be left wanting. You’ve silenced those thoughts as for the first time in my life I am completely content, pleased in knowing where I can get what I want without any disappointments.

And yet as perfect as our arrangement seems to be it still leaves me wondering at times, in my own insecurity, swimming in a sea of questions that I dare not ask for fear of the answers.

So for now I rest, knowing soon my pussy will recover and I’ll be ready for you again.

Mile High

2006-07-20T11:49:00.000-04:00

Flying away with you for a whole weekend is the most exciting thing I've ever done. I cannot stop looking at you, touching you, wanting you. Shortly after the plane takes off, you feel my hand on your thigh again, lightly caressing and pushing under your flimsy skirt. We were lucky to have no one else in our row and I turn my back to the aisle to partly shield anyone's view as I slide my hand further up your thigh. Even though I know what awaits me, the feeling of your bare pussy under my fingers sends a shiver down my spine, and immediately stiffens my cock. I take your hand in mine and gently press it against my crotch, and your eyes widen as you feel how hard I am. I put your hand back in your lap and sit back for a moment, collecting and calming myself. Once I'm back down again, I stand up and motion to you twice--once pointing to the rear of the plane, then holding up 3 fingers. You smile, knowing exactly what I have in mind. I walk to the restroom at the back of the plane and close the door behind me, and then wait patiently.

Just as you were told, you wait three minutes, fidgeting in your seat and giggling to yourself with anticipation. Then you rise and walk to the back of the plane, waiting for the flight attendant to head up the aisle to serve drinks. Confirming no one is looking, you push the door open and step inside. I hide best I can behind the door and squeeze it shut behind you once you're in, sliding the bolt shut. I immediately grab your face in my hands and begin kissing you hungrily. My hands slide down your back and press your hips to me, and you feel my hard cock push at you. You whimper and pull me closer with your hands on my hips. After a long kiss, I spin you around facing away from me and tell you to hold still. I unbuckle my pants and push them down to my ankles, sitting on the seat of the toilet. Your beautiful ass is right in front of my face, and I push your skirt up and begin kissing and caressing your curves. You thrust yourself back against me, and my hand quickly slips between your legs to find the hot wetness of your cunt. I rub gently at first, then harder, slipping two fingers inside you as you moan deeply and grind against my hand.

I sit back, letting my hard cock stand upright, and pull you back to me. You gently position yourself over me and we pause for that delicious moment when the tip of my throbbing shaft nestles in between the juicy lips of your pussy. You then slide slowly onto me, taking me in and squeezing me as I sink all the way inside you. You sit on my lap, grinding yourself against me for a moment before you begin slowly bouncing on my cock. The sight of your bare ass moving in front of me is intoxicating. I let you set the pace, one hand wrapped in your hair pulling you back to me, the other reaching around and under your bra to squeeze your nipples. You moan and whimper as you grind on me and rub your clit, bringing yourself closer and closer to cumming. As you approach your climax, you press both hands against the door so you can push against me, and I raise my hips to meet yours, fucking you harder and harder till I feel your pussy clench around me and you let out a stifled cry of ecstasy. I feel your juices gush into my lap, and I let myself go, feeling my cock jump and twitch inside you as I pump my own load into you. We slowly come to a stop, still pressed together, till you regain your breath.

You slowly stand up, letting my cock slip out of you. You turn around to face me and guide me to switch positions with you so you can sit down while I stand. You take my cock gently in your hand, feeling its semihardness, and you begin licking and sucking ever so gently on it, cleaning our juices from me, loving the taste of your cum and my cum all over me. For what seems like an eternity, you massage me with your mouth, knowing just how much I can handle at this point. Finally I'm limp and clean, and you look up at me with a loving smile on your face and a lick of your lips.

I put my pants back on and quietly step out of the restroom and back to my seat, letting you follow a few minutes behind. Maybe it's just in my head, but I feel like I see several people turn to look with a knowing smirk or wide eyes. As you sit back down, you place your hand squarely in my lap and squeeze my cock, letting me know that we're only just starting.

Ache

2006-07-17T18:59:00.000-04:00

My body ached for you. It ached for days and nights, wanting your touch, your tongue, your fullness inside of me. I went to sleep with it on my mind and found it again in the morning, all of me, wanting all of you.

I suppose we are approaching a plateau of sorts as we have found a level of comfort in our time and our touch. I meet you without fear of disappointment or rejection. I feel you do the same. While there are new elements still left to explore, there is solace in knowing there are no agendas or hidden expectations, just each lover’s desire to please the other.

And so today my body ached for you, wanted you, and needed you.

Graciously, with seemingly little effort you satisfied all of those needs and wants, giving me just what I wanted, just when I needed it. That perfect rod filled me completely, forcing me to scream your name, giving me pleasure I didn’t know was possible.

You replaced my ache for you with an ache because of you. Now I feel the results of the unbelievable passion that was ours. Now I feel the soreness and the swell left between my legs and I love every bit of it. I relish in that soreness and even the slight sting, loving the silent reminder I have.

I know that soon they will change places again, as I already want you again. It’s the unquenchable thirst, an insatiable desire that I seek to fill over and over again. I do hope you will continue providing for my greed as it seems now you are the only one that can.

Cumming Together

2006-07-15T09:09:00.000-04:00

I found him in the hotel, on the bed, already undressed, oh so sexy. Those eyes. I could dive into those eyes and stay for days. I was so anxious. I always am. We’ve met several times now, our encounters have become regular, but I’m still always anxious. I suppose that insecure part of me thinks that at some point he’ll reject me, as others have. I wish I didn’t have that fear, but I do.

I kicked off my shoes and jumped on the bed playfully as he asked what I wanted. I laughed and suggested a nap. More strangeness in that I’ve never really wanted to cuddle. I don’t need that after sex snuggle stuff some women talk about. With him though, it feels good. The sex is amazing, but I also relish the sensual nature of our touches beyond just fucking.

He agrees to the nap, but says that it’s only fair that I undress too. So, talking off my shirt and shorts, I lay beside him, throwing my leg over his thigh, knowing my pussy is already warm on his leg. It only takes a minute or so of rubbing his chest and kissing his neck when he’s rolled over, hovering over me, grinding the bulge in his boxers against me, making me moan with very little effort.

He promptly removes my bra and slides down my body, kissing as he goes, sliding down my panties. He pushed my legs apart and began licking. Oh how I love his tongue. Today though, he stopped, grabbed a pillow and told me to prop my head up. He wanted me to watch. Oh my. What an incredible request. So, I watched as he devoured my pussy. Slow licks, gently touches, mixed with sucks and flicks and animal aggression. His mouth is perfect. He brought me right to the edge time after time, yet wouldn’t let me cum. He was saving that and I’m glad he did.

When he stood up from the bed to take off his boxers, I followed him on my hands and knees anxious to get at that amazing cock. It’s beautiful really – long, thick, well defined head that swells to the perfect shape. It’s the ideal cock, flawless and unique. I can’t wait to get it in my mouth again. I dream of sucking this cock. Its magnificent, as is the man to whom it belongs. He stiffens further in my mouth as I try to tease him in the same ways he was teasing me only minutes earlier. Sucking him turns me on even more. My pussy was becoming wetter and wetter as it ached to be filled by that awesome cock and as much as I loved it in my mouth, where I really wanted it was my pussy.

I raised my eyes up, slid him out of mouth and said “Fuck me? Please?!” And he was happy to oblige. Sliding in gently and then fucking me in ways I’ve never been fucked. He fills me. It’s amazing. The fullness of his cock, spreading my folds, diving deeper and deeper, even bottoming out at times. Pleasure and pain. Ecstasy and agony. Excitement and calm. Our bodies are made for each other, as if his cock was made from the mold of my pussy. Perfection.

There were positions, many of them. Time passed. I came several times, spilling juices onto him and the clean sheets and he kept pounding me. My eyes permanently rolled back in my head and I imagined a crowd gathered outside our door from my screams and moans as he stood from the bed and I returned to my hands and knees. I rocked back as he entered me again, this time from behind. So deep. So good. I love the feel of his hands on my hips, pulling me to him, occasionally scratching down my back, leaning over to let me feel those whiskers in the same place.

Then, something amazing happened. We were slamming against each other, his balls smacking my ass with each stroke. The urgency was there. I could feel him swelling even more inside me. I knew I was close too. Just as that first burst of hot cum shot inside me, my pussy let go – grabbing, clenching, convulsing, as his cock twitched and blasted me with his load. Cumming together for minutes, my legs shaking, both of us moaning in pleasure. It was intoxicating, amazing. It left me dizzy and bewildered. My head was spinning in pleasure as I fell forward on the bed with a satisfaction I’m not sure I’ve ever experienced before. What an amazing lover I have.

An End to the Perfect Day

2006-07-10T09:12:00.000-04:00

After our time on the couch, we lay there for a long time, snuggling, cuddling, enjoying each other without another care in the world. After making a light dinner and watching a little TV, we retire to the bedroom where I'm sure you're more than satisfied and the sexual part of our day has come to a close. As I undress and slide under the sheet next to you I'm surprised though to move close to you and find you hard yet again. I swear I'm already a little sore from the day, but I don't dare want to disappoint you. You nuzzle next to my neck and whisper in my ear telling me how much you've enjoyed the day, how you wish everyday was like today and how that you know I'm probably sore, but you want just a little more. I sigh, playfully, acting a little put out, but you know I'm kidding with you. "Well, if you must, but you're doing all the work this time mister - I'm tired!" I follow the statement with a playful grin and a wink.

You slide your hand between my thighs, tickling me a little, then finding my pussy. With one finger, you run up and down my slit, getting me wet all over again, pausing to circle my clit just a little, fingering me so carefully and gently. I am admittedly sore, but this feels so good. I move the covers aside, my body now completely exposed again, with my pussy now closer to your hand and my mouth now closer to your hard cock. "Well this is how we started this day. I think it only fair we end it this way too." I wonder if you're sore too. So I move slowly, barely kissing you at first, licking oh so gently. I match the intensity of my licks and kisses and sucks with the intensity of your touches.

It's as if we're having the most sensual of touches, aware of the slightest touch and feeling. While we go on like this for the longest time, we do reach an urgency at some point. With my pussy in view now, you can see how pink I am, swollen lips, engorged with the passion we've had during the day and the passion I'm feeling for you right now. You see my little clit swelled up too, wanting to cum yet again. I feel you growing even more in my mouth, loving how much your head swells up right before you cum. As with the other times in the day, my goal is that we cum together, but its almost like a game now, who will get there first. I'm working very hard on you, trying to put your touches out of my mind so I can concentrate. I want this last one to be the best yet. You gasp and moan as my tongue works its magic, circling and swirling while still sucking, wanting your cum so much. Finally, I feel you really stiffen, your balls tighten and that first twitch. You cum in a surprisingly loud grunt for you, which pleases me more than you know. In fact, I'm pretty proud of myself as I lay back. I'm satisfied in knowing that you are satisfied and while I don't say anything, I fully intend to turn back around and snuggle up for a good nights sleep with you.

As I begin to wiggle around, you grab my leg, smack my ass and firmly inform me that you aren't done. Ooooh. I like that. So, I lay back down, pussy in full view, turned on now more than ever. You continue to play with your fingers, now using both hands, pushing one deep inside me and finding that wonderful gspot. As you push up on it, another continues to work on my clit. As if turning the perfect combination, my back arches, I scream out and hot juice all but squirts out of me, all around your fingers. Its so much liquid that it shocks you and if you didn't know better you might just think I'd peed on you, but you DO know better. Its the hottest, wettest explosion you've ever experienced. It leaves me breathless and confused and leaves an actual wet spot on the bed. It takes me a few minutes to gather my senses and once I have I'm a little embarassed. I apologize for gushing on you, but you assure me that its okay, as we find some new sheets for the bed before we both collapse in complete exhaustion.

Course you never know...after a couple of hours sleep I might just wake you up and have my way with you again....

More of a Great Thing

2006-07-07T09:11:00.000-04:00

While we're out getting lunch, I'd of course mess with you the entire time, rubbing your thigh, sneaking a squeeze here and there. My goal would be to get you so worked up that you just couldn't take it anymore.

When we arrive back to our place I'm growing more and more impatient, actually pulling and tugging at your pants, kissing on your neck as we park. I can't wait to get at you again. So much so, I grab you before you even get the door open, pinning you against it, running my thigh up the side of your leg, grinding against you. You open the door and we practically fall in, me on top of you, pulling my shirt over my head and yours, frantically taking off all our clothes.

I decide the floor won't be the most comfortable place, so I pull you up, pushing you back onto the couch, straddling your already hard cock. You want me as much as I want you and this time I plan to ride you nice and slow. I hover over you just a bit, then sit down completely on you, moaning from the feel of you inside me again. You reach around, grabbing my ass as I begin rocking back and forth on you, my nipples hard and bouncing right in front of you.

As good as this feels, after a while I'm ready to feel you even deeper inside me, knowing how to make that happen. I lay back on the couch, pulling my legs up to my head and pull you up on top of me. As you slide into me again, you're shocked by just how hot and wet I am. With my ankles on your shoulders you begin hard thrusting inside me. I scream and moan with each stroke, "Fuck me! Fuck me!". With yet another orgasm right there for the taking I begin meeting you with your thrusts, loving the pounding I'm getting, begging for more. Finally one hard thrust and I feel you explode once again, all inside me. You fall forward on me, me cumming with you. I wrap my legs around you holding you close to me, feeling every twitch and burst, my pussy milking you until you can't take it anymore.

Showering

2006-07-06T09:08:00.000-04:00

Tangled up together in a heap of legs and arms we enjoy a nice, long nap. The room is cool, almost cold from the air conditioning, and our naked bodies feel good snuggled up together. Your thigh between my legs still feels the heat of my pussy, even though it's been hours since our last fuck. Sleepily I snuggle up to you, whispering in your ear how much I love you, how sexy you are, how great you make me feel, how that if you're up to it I really want to fuck again. Course, it is YOUR day, so its your choice.

I get up from our bed and head to the bathroom, pausing a moment to look back at you with a sly grin. In the bathroom, I turn the shower on, nice and steamy and step under the water. I lean my head back, getting my hair wet, enjoying the feel of the water running down my back as you step in too. I smile, glad you were willing to follow me, but immediately drop to my knees. I run my head up and down your legs, kissing you, rubbing my wet hair against you, finally kissing your balls and your wonderful cock. You aren't completely hard, but you're far from limp. It's been a busy morning though. I don't want to completely wear you out.

I begin sucking again, at first on the tip, teasing you just a little with my wet lips. Oh how I love sucking your cock. I'm so turned on from the sight of you, the feel of you, and the water on my back. You lean forward, pushing into my mouth deep, fucking my face. I enjoy the feel of your hands on my head and in my wet hair. My moans and low hums tell you as much. Quickly you are as hard as you've ever been, filling my mouth. I pause for a moment and look up at you…"What do you want baby? Should I finish here, or do you want me to bend over so you can fuck my tight ass?" I imagine the decision is hard for you. But, you pull at my arms, urging me to stand.

One last kiss to your cock and I turn around, bending forward with my hands on the shower walls. My pussy is plenty wet. You turn me on so much. I reach behind me and take your throbbing cock in my hand, running it between my legs, lubing it up for my waiting ass. Then, I push you right on the outside of my ass and back up on you. This forces a nice squeal/scream from my mouth. Slowly, slowly, then faster and deeper you fuck my ass. It feels so good. You can't believe just how tight it is. I continue to brace myself with my left hand but reach between my legs with my right to stroke your balls just a little as you pound into me. Finally, I can't take it anymore and I begin rubbing my clit, getting closer and closer to cumming myself.
I start begging you to cum with me, "Please cum for me baby? Please. I want that hot load of yours in my ass, running down my legs. Cum with me?" As if my words were the only encouragement you needed, I feel you tighten and just as I'm going over the edge too you fill my ass with that hot cream. Oh Man! It feels wonderful.

Satisfied and spent, we finish showering, washing each other, lathering up the appropriate parts, enjoying each other's bodies even beyond the sex...

Your Pleasure

2006-07-05T09:04:00.000-04:00

I would let you sleep late to begin with, but when I notice you start to stir my head would disappear under the covers, finding your morning wood, gently touching you, kissing your stomach and your thighs. Soon, I wouldn't be able to wait any longer and I'd wrap my lips around the head of your wonderful cock – nothing vigorous as I don't want to alarm you. I just want to wake you in pleasure. Gently kissing and sucking on just your head at first, then deeper and deeper in my throat. I think you'd be awake by then, moaning just a little. I'd look out from under the covers and meet your sleepy eyes looking down at me. "Good morning Baby" and then quickly take you in my mouth again. Now I can be more vigorous, tongue circling your head while I bob up and down, sucking hard and then gently, hands playing with your balls, squeezing on your thighs. As I feel you building, I slow down, sometimes even stopping to lick your balls, sucking them a little, and laying my head to one side so you can see. I want this to be a good one. Finally, I know you're ready and I take you all back in my mouth, swallowing you down. You feel the back of my throat, my mouth hot and wet. I'm sucking harder and harder, slurping, moaning as I'm enjoying this as much as you. When you finally cum, it's an explosion in my mouth, shooting in the back of my throat, hardly allowing me to taste you. I take it all, careful to clean you up, coming back up from the bottom of the bed to kiss you, if you don't mind.

I encourage you to just lay back and relax, enjoying your morning as I go to make you breakfast, bringing your coffee to you first. It is of course your day, but I intend to keep you in bed as much of it as possible.

After our late breakfast in bed, I clean up a little and then return to you, removing what little I was wearing on the way back in. I stand in the doorway, naked in front of you, with the intentions of seducing you, as if you're going to be difficult to convince. I begin circling my nipples with my fingers, making them rock hard. I walk a little closer, turning around, giving you full view of my full ass, swaying a little from side to side, laughing a little at myself for my silliness. I spread my legs just a little and then bend over, touching my palms to the floor, continuing that sway. You can see everything now, my already swollen pussy lips, and perhaps even a little glistening moisture on them. I stand back up, making my way to the end of the bed and crawl up on all fours. I slink toward you, slowly, pulling at what covers are over your legs. I straddle your feet and legs, grinding a little on one knee as I make my way up, rubbing my hard nipples along your hairy legs. You feel me wet now, taking any wonder away.

Perched over the top of you, my nipples barely touching your chest, the heat of my pussy evident, I hover over you, kissing your neck, then your lips. As our kisses become more and more passionate, I wiggle my hips to position the head of your now swollen cock at the entrance of my pussy. You feel the heat and the moisture as I slide and grind on you, not quite letting you enter until I'm sure you're swollen to your full potential, which by the way, doesn't take long. Finally, I find the head again with my hot hole and slowly slide down on you, sitting up and using all of my weight to push you deep inside me. As I straighten my body up, even leaning back, I steady myself with my palms on your thighs and start to rock. Deeper and deeper with every stroke, you can't believe just how deep you are. My pussy is so hot and seems to be grasping you with each motion. I continue in rhythm for quite some time, watching you, gearing my movements by your expressions, your breathing, your pleasure. Eventually, I want a faster ride so I lean back forward just a little, hands on the headboard and begin bouncing on you, gently a first, but picking up speed. My tits are bouncing right in your face now, nipples so hard. I'm all about your pleasure today baby, but I can't help but get carried away with this. You feel so damn good in me and I reach a point that goes beyond my control. Furiously bouncing on you, fucking you, you feel me really tighten around you along with an urgency in my breathing and my face and then suddenly I buck and arch my back and scream out your name as you feel an explosion on your hard cock followed by the hottest, wettest juices spilling out around you. I don't stop there though. It only encourages me to give you the same pleasure so I bounce and bounce faster and faster until I feel you swell up even more inside me and then reward me with the same. You cock stiffens and twitches followed with several hard shots of creamy cum all inside me. Mmmmmm.

I suppose we need a nap after that….more to follow....

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2006-07-04T08:16:00.000-04:00

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The Rabbit

2006-06-23T11:15:00.000-04:00

I discussed my lifelike vibrator, Big, a few months ago and after my mully-grub post last night decided I’d tell you about my new friend too. I could never even dream of doing the kind of reviews that Shay does, as she’s the knower of all things sexual, but I’ll give you my perspective just the same.

Yesterday, I got a new toy – a rabbit. I’ve been thinking about getting one for a while. I have a friend that just swears by her Rabbit and I’ve read many of you talk about it as well. He’s an iVibe Rabbit by Doc Johnson – and waterproof. He came from a store, but he's online at that link too and in lots of colors.

So this morning, I took him in the bathroom, locked the door, drew a bath and settled in to get acquainted. I was already pretty turned on, just thinking about him and the latest exchanges with the sexy man in my life. See, he’s got all these speeds and motions. It’s just wonderful. The tip actually rotates a little and those little pearls are um…fucking awesome! It feels as close to thrusting as anything I’ve ever felt that wasn’t actually a hard cock. You can control the motions, how fast and how intense the vibration is, which is a little overwhelming at first, but I learned, oh did I learn. THEN, on top of all those wonderful features are the little rabbit ears that are there for clitoral stimulation. Oh my! It has its on set of controls – intensity, timing, etc.

Ladies, you MUST get you one of these things. It’s a sure thing. Seriously. I still want a man, but this makes the waiting so much more acceptable!

The picture is my leg, so while I haven't done HNT, you do get a little piece of me. Hehe - piece!

Honesty

2006-06-22T22:10:00.000-04:00

I play a part here, a role. I'm sexy, smart, wet and ready. Things are always perfect and turn out okay. There are never any bad fucks or hard times. The real world is different. Today I'm feeling the real world. The truth is I have feelings and needs and wants that don't always get met. I have disappointments and heartaches and struggles. I want things I can't have and have things I don't want. That's the reality that I'm dealing with today. It may not make me very popular, but it's honest all the same.

Anal

2006-06-21T19:05:00.000-04:00

We’d had good sex, great sex, even mind blowing sex. I think I’ve finally met my match – someone that wants it as much as me, someone that can actually satisfy my desires, give me what I want, when I want it. Our communication is good verbal and not – we know what the other desires, almost instinctively.

We are still learning about each other though. Its that new passion, where we’re still exploring, finding those little things that make it even better – the special kinds of touches and turn-ons that are truly individualistic.

We were having an awesome session. His thick cock and my wet pussy just go together. It’s a fit like no other, a perfect fit. Our bodies were dripping with sweat and my cum was squishing as he continued to pound me. Position after position, finding the perfect angle, the perfect spot for today. It changes you know. Finally, on my back, near exhaustion, my juices running down, he began teasing my ass with his thick cock. Oh. My. I love that.

I think he was just testing the idea, not knowing if it was okay or not. I know it’s a no no for some. Not me. Give it to me. I tried to tell him with my eyes, nodding my head, saying “yes” in my whispered voice. I wanted to beg for it, but on the other side didn’t know if he wanted it like I did. So he continued, slicking me up and down with that awesome cock, using his fingers to tease my clit at the same time.

I pushed myself toward him as he would run his cock around my ass. Please? And then, finally. I didn’t know his experience in the past, but I do know he did exactly the right things for me – pushing that big thick cock in just a little, encouraging my ass to let him in all the way. Oh yes! He used his fingers on my pussy as he slowly at first, then faster began fucking my ass, that forbidden place that straddles the realm of pleasure and pain and gives me the most incredible orgasms. With only a few pumps in a few seconds I was cumming in a torrent, letting out a scream that shouldn’t have escaped, juices flowing, thighs trembling.

Holy Fuck! It was good. And yes, we can do it again. I’m a little sore, but that will pass soon enough. I love the reminder of our new experience. I can’t wait to try some more!

Call for Comments

2006-06-20T18:57:00.000-04:00

So I'm trying something new, something exciting, something fun. I've got a new playmate and I'm letting all of you watch. I thought this would be exciting in the sex blog world. I thought you all liked to watch. BUT, I've noticed that my comments have declined. Why is that? Do you not like that I'm playing with someone or are you all just bored with me now? Did I betray you by not blogging for a while and then coming back with a new man? Please let me know. Comment anonymously if you must. I really want to know. After all, I am a pleaser!

Would

2006-06-19T11:43:00.000-04:00

I would spend all day waiting in a room for you, letting you enjoy the beach and the sun, just waiting for those precious minutes you can steal away to be with me. When I hear that knock on the door, I would leap up from the bed, wearing only a pair of loose shorts, and walk quickly over to let you in. I would take you by the hand and lead you in, asking about your day. As soon as the door shuts, I would pull you to me, holding you tightly, one hand at the small of your back, the other up in your hair, pulling your lips to mine and kissing you deeply but softly, tasting the salt air on you and smelling the warm aroma of the beach on your skin. Our tongues would swirl and play in our hungry mouths, and my hand would press your hips to mine, letting you feel the arousal you evoke in me. I would guide us into the room and stand you before the bed. I would break our kiss and smile at you, looking deep into your eyes and drinking you in. I would gently help you out of the little summer dress you wore over your suit, and then help you out of the suit, savoring every inch of you that is revealed to me. I would guide your hands into the waistband of my shorts and let you push them to the floor, revealing nothing underneath.

I would gently push you back to sit you on the edge of the bed, leaning over to kiss you again, then lying you back. I would kneel in front of you and spread your legs, revealing your beautiful pussy to me. I would lean in and tease you with my tongue, dancing little patterns across your now swollen and wet lips, flicking at your clit till it swells out at me. I would let you run your fingers through my hair as I devour your sweet cunt, feeling your juices flowing down my chin. I would bring you to the brink and then ease back, letting you get closer and closer until you beg me to let you cum, and then I would lick and suck on your clit until you explode under my mouth, screaming my name and moaning and thrashing on the bed. I would grab your delicious thighs in my hands and pull them up, wrapping your legs around my head as I make you cum again and again.

As you regain your breath, I would kiss a path up your sweaty, sunkissed body, tracing all along your hips and stomach and lingering long over your beautiful breasts. I would kiss the swell of each breast, then tease each nipple--first with my lips, then with my tongue, then with my teeth as I nibble and tug on them, making you hard in my mouth. I would continue up your chest and your neck until our lips lock again and you devour my mouth. I would let my rock-hard cock dangle between your legs, dripping my own lube on your thigh, until you beg me to fuck you. I would break our kiss and look into your eyes as I guide your hand to my cock. I would slowly ease myself into your waiting pussy, carefully and slowly filling you up with every inch of myself. Just as I'm nearly in, I would push forward hard with my hips, plunging myself as deep inside you as I can, grinding myself against your clit. Then I would begin to fuck you like I've been waiting all day long to do, first slow and steady, long deep strokes. I would let myself pop out just to feel the ecstasy of re-entering your hot pussy. Your legs would wrap around me, pulling me to you, and your finger would find my ass and press inside me, setting me ablaze. I would begin pounding myself into your cunt, fucking you harder and harder until I felt you clench around me and hear you screaming and moaning and cumming again, and then I would let loose, a torrent of my cum filling you as my cock jumps and twitches inside you. And finally, I would collapse on you, feeling our sweaty bodies joined together and our breathing in sync. And I would kiss your salty lips again and again, never able to get enough of you.

That's what I would do if I were there.

Want

2006-06-14T18:26:00.000-04:00

Want just isn’t a strong enough word. I crave you. I am so completely enthralled that I cannot seem to focus on much else. Oh sure, life goes on. There’s a job and responsibility and a family, but constantly, persistently you are in the back of my mind, pushing forward, demanding my attention.

And I give it. I give it with the look on my face and the fire between my legs. I give it with the moisture building all day long between my swollen pussy lips. I give it with my nipples pushing hard against the boundaries of my bra. I give it in the mornings when I wake up so horny that I require the attention of my own hand just to function through the day. I give it at night when I can’t go to sleep without playing one of our fantasies in my head.

Oh yes, I want you. I want you more than anything. I want your awesome cock pounding me. I want to feel it pulse and throb inside me. I want your hands all over me, exploring me, every part of me. I want to cum just for you in ways I’ve never cum before. I want you in my mouth and in my pussy and yes, even in my ass. I want to consume you over and over again with a passion that you’ve never quite experienced.

And yet, all that still doesn’t give it justice – still doesn’t explain the depths of my need. I want satisfaction that only you can give, but all I can do is wait... and want.

My Turn, Your Turn

2006-06-11T22:04:00.000-04:00

This feels so deliciously naughty. I wait for her, very impatiently, in the back of the restaurant near her office, trying to look inconspicuous leaning against the wall by the pay phone in between the bathrooms. I try to look like I'm engrossed in checking messages on my phone, but I'm keeping track of which restroom has people in it. Someone goes in one, someone comes out of the other, how am I supposed to keep track of this when all I can think about is her? Where is she? I can't wait much longer. Finally, I see her walk in the front door, surrounded by her co-workers. Her eyes scan the room and find me lurking in the back, and a devilish little smile crosses her lips. Her group follows the hostess to their table, and she immediately puts down her bag and excuses herself, making a beeline to the back. I shuffle back more out of sight, in case any of her friends watch her. She walks up to me and says "Hi there", still smiling. I take one more look behind her, see nobody watching or approaching, and grab her by the hand, pulling her with me into the ladies' room, hoping that was the right one. As soon as we get in, I slam the door shut and slide the bolt locked, and in an instant, we are all over each other. My hands wander every inch of her body I can reach while we kiss deeply, almost desperately, pressing our bodies together.

I have never been so happy to see someone and yet I can't let on. He is so incredibly sexy. I want the whole world to know, but dare not. I can immediately feel my pulse start to race as I excuse myself from my group and walk toward the bathroom, toward him, unsure of what is to come, but anxious to just be in his presense. My voice semi-cracks when I say "Hi there" as I'm so excited. The feel of his hand on my hand as he pulls me into the bathroom makes my knees weak. And then the kisses start. Kisses that are deep and passionate, consuming us, making me completely forget time and space. His hands on me are magic. They both satisfy me completely and make me want more all at the same time. What a beautiful contradiction.

I could go on just kissing her and feeling her delicious curves all day long, but I know we don't have long, and we both want more. We've been waiting days to be together again, and all morning I've felt myself grow hard in anticipation of this moment. Every unsatisfied erection would leave a little trace of my anticipation, a growing spot that just reminds how much I want her. As we continue kissing, I slide my hands down her thighs and grab the hem of her skirt, roughly hiking it up between us. I find her bare underneath, no panties--she knows how that makes my knees weak. I grab her round, perfect ass with both hands and lift her, clenching her body to me, and carry her to the counter. Once she's in place, I grab her hand in mine and place it on my cock straining against my pants. I know she'll take it from there. As she begins frantically unbuttoning my pants, I slip my fingers between her already swollen pussy lips, feeling the wetness and heat we're creating. Our lips and tongues continue devouring each other, unable to stop for even a breath. I want her so badly in every way.

I instantly heat up from his touch, making my pussy wet almost instantly. I’ve wanted this for days. We’ve taunted and teased each other long enough. Now I want satisfaction. I have to have him. Right here. Right now. No foreplay. The bulge in his pants obviously approves of my lack of panties. As he grabs my ass and carries me I think we’ll never reach our destination. I’m so happy to feel the cold of the counter on my bare ass when he sets me down. I anxiously begin grabbing for him. Damn men’s belts – they get me every time. I’m finding it very hard to concentrate as his fingers find my already wet pussy. I want him inside of me. I’m aching for it. When I finally get his cock in my hand its swollen and hard as a rock and there’s a little drop of precum waiting on the head. I want to lick it, but my pussy begs attention so much more than my mouth right now. I slide to the edge of the counter. “Fuck me! Fuck me now!”

Her touch on my cock is almost enough to make me explode. No matter how many times she's touched me, every time is electric. Nothing feels as good as her hands on me. That is, except for being inside her, and I almost cannot wait. I reach down and wrap my hand around hers, around my hard cock. I step forward and press the tip just against her swollen pussy, feeling the moisture and heat envelope it. I break our kiss for just a moment and look her deeply in the eye, one eyebrow arched, a moment more of teasing. I see her eyes widen, begging me to fuck her, and I soon oblige, pushing forward firmly and sinking my cock all the way inside her. The sensation is indescribable.

How dare he tease me now! I want him so much. As much as I pretend to be in charge, deep down I know the truth - the truth that he owns me. I'm his slave. I'd do anything for his touch and the feel of his awesome cock in me. That look is just too much. I wrap my long legs around his ass and pull him to me. I'll take what I want if I need to. He knows I've had enough though and finally plunges into me. What an incredible feeling it is, his cock buried deep inside me. He fills me up, satisfies me completely. What a perfect cock he has. It's as if our bodies were made for each other. My pussy immediately responds, clutching him, pulling him deeper and deeper inside, never wanting to let go.

I love knowing how she craves me, how she needs me inside her. She may say that I own her, and while I like that concept, I know that we own each other. Our hold on the other is so strong, neither of us can resist. For a long moment, I hold her body clenched to me, my cock deep inside her, savoring the feeling of her hot pussy clutching at me, my mouth on her neck, just breathing her in. Then, almost as one, we both begin to move, slowly at first, just grinding against each other. Her juices spill all over my legs as I slowly push my cock in and out of her. As we begin bucking harder against each other, I lift her ass with both hands so I can fuck her harder. With my right hand underneath her, I soak my finger in her wetness and begin exploring her ass, knowing she'll come like a tornado with my finger in her ass and my cock deep in her pussy. We won't last long this time, but it will feel oh so good.

He knows perfectly how to satisfy me - giving me exactly what I want, exactly when I want it. This is not a slow, easy love making session. Maybe we'll have that later. This is a fast fuck, satisfying what we want right then. When he pushes his finger into my ass as he continues to pound my pussy with his amazing cock, I almost immediately start to cum. I bite on my lower lip, trying to avoid screaming out. I feel my whole body tingle, my thighs shaking, every muscle tightening and releasing, the culmination of days of build up, wanting, longing, desiring this very release. He is so good to me. I arch my back and tighten my legs around him, begging him with every inch of my body to cum with me.

I've held out as long as I can. Feeling her body start to shake and her pussy tightening around my cock is more than I can take. I let loose and feel my cock begin twitching furiously inside her, pumping my come into her. I gasp and moan, clenching her body to me, gripping her ass tightly. All the buildup and waiting of the last few days flows out of us, our juices mingling and mixing and running all over us. The feeling of release is exquisite.

Recovering from our powerful orgasm, I hop off the counter, cleaning up a little, running my fingers through my hair. He smacks my ass as I walk out of the bathroom, with a promise of more the come. I return to my table with a smile that no one seems to notice, wondering when and where our next adventure will be.

My New Fuck Toy

2006-06-10T13:34:00.000-04:00

I suppose you've noticed my on again, off again absence lately. I haven’t posted often and honestly I’ve become rather bored. Boredom is a terrible thing for a horny girl like me. I need constant stimulation, attention, and multiple orgasms.

After much thought and consideration, I’ve decided to entertain a new friend and bring him into my world of passion. You will soon meet Dirty Secret Boy, brought here specifically for my own selfish pleasure. He has proven himself worthy, satisfying me constantly, attending to my every need and whim, offering his awesome, thick cock, and his talented fingers and tongue, making me scream his name in passion. Yes, my new fuck-toy will be playing with me here and I’m just naughty enough to share it with all of you.

Exploring with an old Friend

2006-06-09T08:26:00.000-04:00

The Oh So Sexy Art, declared it Girl on Girl month over at BlogStormz and honestly I don’t think there’s anything Art could ask me to do that I wouldn’t. So here’s my attempt…

We’ve been friends for years, best friends even. Years and careers and geography have kept us apart, but we always find out way back. We have children and marriages behind us now and yet we still seem to always end up talking about one thing. Sex. Yes, my friend and I are certain we must be the two horniest women on earth. So, we talk about it a lot – what we’ve done, what we like, who we’ve done. There’s no holding back with us. We’re comfortable enough with each other to share things that most women wouldn’t – little tips and secrets that our lovers seem to enjoy, details to help the other out.

For years it’s been the running laugh to tease the men we’re with about being together. We have even dated the same people in the past. There’s always the same request from them. They want to see us together. We talk about this from time to time wondering if we could really do it. Wondering if it would screw with our friendship. Wondering if our competitive nature would jump in and pin us against each other with only one dick available.

There was really only one way to find out. We needed to try it alone, before including a partner. Plans were made. We decided to get a room so as not to darken the memory with one of our homes. Once there, we giggled a lot, like the little school girls we used to be. We discussed attraction, admitting there are things about women that turn us on, eventually saying what we liked about each other. For me, it’s her beautiful red hair and those perfectly round breasts. Honestly, I’d wanted to touch them for years.

The first kiss was a bit awkward, but pretty quickly we were into it. Her mouth was so soft, tongue perfect playing with mine. I was hot in minutes as our hands began wandering, taking our time though to enjoy each sensation. Finally undressed, we looked at each other a new way. Oh, I’d seen her naked before, but now it was different. Now, I wanted her, wanted to touch her and taste her. We still giggled a little, but desire had replaced the discomfort.

I could hardly wait for those breasts. Mmmm. I squeezed and played with each one, rolling one nipple between my fingers, tugging on the other’s nipple ring. She returned the favor, playing with mine, knowing exactly what felt good. I continued to cup one in my hand as I lowered my mouth on the other. Sucking and licking and nibbling. While nothing like having a hard cock in my mouth, it still felt good. I loved the sound of her moans, the feel of her hands on me as I continued. She would quickly return the favor, allowing me to run my hands through that beautiful red hair as she did.

And then came the moment that I was most nervous about, when we found each other’s pussy. We semi paused, knowing it was time, unsure and inexperienced. We locked eyes, smiling and wanting. And then I reached for her, rubbing her thighs, playing with that little tuft of red hair on her mound, gently touching her pussy lips, pleased to hear her sign and moan and then push and grind against me. She did the same with her hand. It was as if we were mirroring our motions. Slow, deliberate motions. She was so soft, so gentle and I was so wet, unsure if it was from me touching her or her touching me.

We continued exploring, finally parting her pussy lips and tracing my fingers up and down her slit. She was wet too, begging for more touch. I quickly found her clit and began teasing it with my thumb as one, two, then three fingers pushed inside her. What a wonderful feeling. She was so hot. It is true what they say about red heads. It was odd though, feeling the juices of someone else on my hands.

I wanted to taste her and although I’d never eaten pussy before I suddenly wanted it more than anything. As I moved down her body, kissing, licking, sucking as I went, she arched her back and whispered the naughtiest of words. I pushed her legs far apart, kissed the inside of her thighs and then licked one long stroke from her ass to the top of her pussy. Sweet, salty, delicious. She tasted so good and I wanted more. I also wanted to hear her cry out like she did from that first lick. So, I went to work, using my fingers to play as my tongue flicked and my lips sucked on her so hard clit. I felt her hands in my hair and suddenly knew she’d thought the same things about me. This was just encouragement.

I wanted her to cum. I wanted to know I’d given her that. I didn’t have to wait long. It seemed the same things that send me over the edge worked for her. Rubbing her clit over and over, while finger fucking her sweet pussy, I watched her expressions, knowing she was close. When she arched her back and gasped for breath, I thought I’d cum too, just from the experience of it. I felt her pussy tighten around my fingers, her thighs shaking, and immediate hot juice all over my hands. And just as I love for someone to do to me, I continued fucking her with my hand as she convulsed and shook, making it last as long as possible.

She fell back against the bed limp, smiling, and then sat up again and said simply, “Your turn.” And what a turn it was. She knew exactly what to do and I quickly came as well.

We tangled up together, legs and arms and bodies. She felt good against me and we started talking about what we’d just done, agreeing that what we both needed now was a hard cock, wishing we’d brought toys with us, or rather one of those many men that have all but begged for the experience. Course, quickly we forgot all that and played some more. I’ve never been so thankful for multiple orgasms. It was an incredible night.

My Maturbation Month Celebration

2006-05-30T19:30:00.000-04:00

According to my sex blogger friends, May has been Masturbation month. I’m inclined to do a little last minute celebration here at DSG as I live and breath by my time alone. Although I must say I’d happily replace that with time with someone else. I did an audio post in April (look in the archives if you’d like) and I’m not inclined to do that again just yet, so I thought I’d tell you about how I get off on a normal day. Perhaps you’ll enjoy it.

I wake up most mornings really aroused, wishing I had a big cock to climb up on and start my mornings right. As that’s not an option I head to the shower. I take care of the necessities first, washing, rinsing, taking time usually on my breasts, pulling on my nipples just a little. They’re so sensitive sometimes I think I could cum just from that, but I’ve never stuck with it long enough.

I wash my hair and condition then shave my long legs. I love the feel of freshly shaven legs. I’ve grown into a routine of shaving morning and night most days so I can feel smooth in the bed too. After this, I rub oil all over. I think this is the secret to nice, soft skin, oil on my legs, up and down, on my arms, shoulders, across my belly, all over each of my breasts. It’s warm from the warmth of the shower and my hands. Tugging at my nipples with the oil feels almost like a mouth, though nothing truly compares.

By the time my hand finds my pussy, I’m quite ready. I’m wet outside from the water, inside from my own touch. I admittedly I like the feel of my smooth pussy lips, especially right after shaving. I rub them and even roll them between my fingers, pushing just a little to feel the beginnings of the sensitivity of my clit.

Pretty quickly I spread those outer lips apart and begin running my middle finger up and down my slit, slicking up what’s already wet, enjoying the feel of my own hand, grazing my clit. Eventually I won’t be able to take it anymore and my thumb will begin pressing on that little nub, massaging, pushing, circling, in varying cycles and speeds. From time to time my middle finger and maybe another will push deep inside my pussy, although I don’t necessarily need that to reach my goal.

By now, my breath is quickened. My other hand has found my nipples and rolls each one, not gently, in rhythm with my clit flicks and massages. I want to cum so badly now. I can feel it building, waiting for just the right time to explode. I pull away from time to time, allowing that build, knowing the more I foster, the better it will feel. At this point I’m imaging any number of things, from someone in particular, to his amazing cock, to how wonderful his tongue will feel on me. I long to suck something at this point too, however unattainable the option may be.

If I’m not alone in the house I hold back with my words and my moans, instead taking deep breaths to keep my concentration. If I am alone, I’m moaning, uttering broken sentences that may include “Fuck me now,” “Yes!”, “Just like that”, “Please let me cum baby, Please?”

Finally, I will feel the pressure, the tingle, the rise of all things indescribable from my nipples to my clit to my toes and into the top of my head, feeling like everything might just explode all at once and not caring if it does. This is when holding back is sometimes not an option, when I must release at least a moan, sometimes a scream of pure, authentic pleasure.

This is my release, what keeps me sane during my day. And now that I’ve written it, I may just have to have tonight as well.

30 Minutes of Ecstasy

2006-05-26T07:28:00.000-04:00

There wasn’t a lot of time, but I didn’t even care. I wanted him so badly and needed to feel his touch so much that I didn’t care if all we had was a few stolen moments. I didn’t realize how much I’d missed him until he knocked on the door. When I let him in I swear I just wanted to devour him, kissing him, touching him, wanting him right then and there.

Sometimes we play games, take on roles and get really naughty. Not today though. No, today was just about me and him. I undressed and lay back on the bed. I just wanted him inside of me. I didn’t want foreplay or touching. I wanted to feel him buried deep in me and right then. No waiting.

With my legs spread far apart and him kneeling between my legs, he teased me with the head of his wonderful cock, but only for a second, before he was plunging deep inside me, pulling my legs up on his shoulders pushing deeper and deeper into my eager pussy.

Without warning, he quickly pulled out of me and dropped his head between my legs, licking, sucking, taking my pussy with his mouth. His fingers quickly found me as well, fucking my pussy and my ass. His tongue sucking and circling my clit, his fingers fucking both hot holes, sent me quickly over the edge, causing me to arch my back, throw my head back and call out his name. I came hard and fast.

Pleased with his accomplishment he lay back on the bed and told me to suck his cock. I love sucking his cock, especially tasting my pussy on him, knowing he’s just been there, also knowing soon he’ll be there again.

When I can’t take it anymore, I crawl back up to the head of the bed to take my place on top of him. My pussy still hot and wet and sensitive from cumming so hard feels so good when I lower myself on his rock hard cock. At his urging I pull my feet up under me so that I’m more squatting than kneeling and begin bouncing feverishly up and down on that stiff cock. This feels so good! With every bounce, he’s pressing on my g-spot, making me hotter and hotter. He’s meeting with hard thrusts upward as I continue to bounce. My hands are firmly pushing on his chest, nails probably digging in more than they should. Within minutes I’m cumming again, this time with a gush of hot juice, literally squirting all over him. The feeling was unbelievable. My eyes rolled back, I screamed out, and basically fell off of him, back on the bed. I was overcome with it.

Squirting is new to me. I have noticed in the last year, as I’ve learned more and more about myself and become more and more comfortable with my own sexuality that there are things I didn’t know about my own body. This is one. I have noticed when I masturbate that there are times when I cum and get really wet, really fast, sometimes soaking the bed with my cum. I’ve heard of women that actually squirt, and I know that the g-spot is one key to that, but it’s not something I’ve experienced per se.

Barely giving me time to gather myself, he flipped me over on my stomach, fucking me hard from behind, bodies slapping together, sweat rolling off both of us. That wouldn’t be how I finished him though. I wanted his load on me, dripping down my chin so as he got closer, he stood up and I took my place on my knees. I sucked and licked as he stroked his own cock, finally giving me that wonderful cum on my face. I can’t think of a better gift a better way to spend a half hour.

My perspective

2006-05-24T10:00:00.000-04:00

I’m working and I see/feel my cell ring. I look and see the number knowing it’s him, knowing that means he’s in the building or at the very least on his way. I’m in the middle of a meeting though and cannot answer. When the meeting is over and it’s possible, I meet him in the hallway, ducking into the office before anyone has noticed closing the door behind me. I see the look in his eyes, wondering if I’m reading him wrong, wondering if he really wants me as badly as I want him, daring not say anything. It’s funny to me that even after the words and the looks and the mutual understanding that we still seem to play with each other. Yes, I kind of like that too.

After chatting a bit and deciding we’d meet later, after some work was done I stood to leave, pausing for what really should have been an innocent hug. I couldn’t stand it though. I wanted him, wanted what I knew would be so good, if he’d just give it to me. I did notice as we hugged that he was a little swollen in his pants, but questioned myself a little as I know how thick his cock is, even when he’s not aroused.

Our hug turned into kisses, soft kisses at first, our faces touching, lips seemingly just brushing each other. Quickly though, there was more passion, more longing. His hand on my neck, pulling me to him, making me crazy with want. I don’t really remember if I reached for the bulge in his pants first or if he was touching my breasts first. I do know when his hands found my nipples even through the thickness of my shirt and bra it did take my breath just a little. It’s as if he knows just where to touch, just how much pressure to apply and just how long to linger there. His hand would soon reach lower, feeling the warmth and wetness of my pussy even through my pants.

When he kneeled in front of me, I could hardly wait to give him my breasts. I wanted his tongue on them. He was so attentive to each one, kissing, seemingly enjoying taking his time. I wanted to moan out loud, but knew I couldn’t with the possibility of someone just outside the door. As he sucked and nibbled on my nipples I felt the most amazing tingles all the way to my pussy which was so wet I could feel my panties soaking up the juices that were escaping.

When he moved even further down, unzipping my pants, pushing them over my full hips, I was so anxious to feel his tongue that I could hardly stand it. For me, a tongue on my pussy, a willing, wanting tongue is one of life’s greatest pleasures. As he licked and explored my very wet pussy, playing with my clit with his tongue, his fingers working their own magic. My legs were growing weaker and weaker from this amazing pleasure so I stepped back, steadying myself on the desk. I was aware of the fact too that I was breathing heavier and heavier. Those talented fingers were doing the most amazing things, teasing my clit, finger fucking me, pressing on that wonderful g-spot over and over again. When I started to cum, it was all I could do to contain the sounds. I wantd to cry out, but dared not. Perhaps that adds to the pleasure.

As he stands to his knees, I can’t wait to kiss him, tasting myself on him. It’s the most intimate thing, sharing those juices he brought from me. I can hardly wait to have a turn though. I want to feel his wonderful cock in my mouth and while I want to take my time, I’m so anxious to have him all. I lick up and down the shaft a bit, looking up at him, seeing his reaction, but rather quickly taking him all in my mouth. What a wonderful cock he has. It’s thick and beautiful in everyway. I think I could spend hours sucking this cock. I enjoy playing on the tip, sucking and kissing just his head and then diving in all the way, until I bottom out in the back of my throat. I bob back and forth for a short time, enjoying every second of it, but my pussy is aching for this cock. I want him now. I want to be fucked and fucked good. I know he can do it too.

I sit up on the desk, leaning back, spreading my legs far apart, anxious to feel that big cock in me. I am so wet, and sensitive from the orgasm he’s already given me that when he takes his dick in hand and begins teasing my pussy, rubbing up and down my slit, pushing against my clit, I think I might just cum again right then. When he finally pushes the head inside me, I fight the urge to scream out by covering my mouth with my own hand. He begins slowing fucking me at first, my legs spread far apart. He feels so good in me. As the strokes become harder and deeper, I feel myself building again to another powerful orgasm, this one grabbing his cock in full force, my thighs shaking uncontrollably.

Even through my release, he’s still pounding away. I’m wishing I could aid in the fuck a little more, but the position I’m in simply doesn’t allow it. I hope he feels the response my pussy has to his awesome dick knowing I want him to keep going, begging him not to stop. From time to time he moves my legs, on his shoulders, propping on a chair behind him, even the wall. I’m mostly unaware of it though as my whole being is focused on the unbelievable feeling between my legs. He reaches for my nipples and pinches, not gently, which is so erotic to me. I’m not sure I’ve stopped convulsing from the last orgasm as I start to cum again, this time in a wave that completely exhausts me. Again, I throw my head back and my hand to my mouth trying to soften my moans of pleasure.

He seems to be tired at this point, deservingly. He’s been fucking me for quite a long time with little help from me really. When he pulls from me, I whimper a little, but pick myself up off the desk, holding for support as my knees are still so weak. I reach for my panties, but he follows and reaches for me again, letting me know he’s not finished.

Pushing me back on the desk again, forcing his hard cock back into me, I’m starting to think I can’t go on. It feels so good though. He’s fucking me so hard, so fast. The look on his eyes is priceless, knowing he’s loving this just as much as I am. He’s so hard and I can feel the tip of his cock pushing into the deepest part of me. He pulls my legs, forcing my ass off the edge of the desk. I’m hanging there at this mercy as he continues to pound into me over and over and over. The angle of his cock is perfect here, hitting my g-spot with each stroke, the feel of his balls smacking against my ass. This is when I cum the hardest, my whole body shaking, losing complete control. I can feel the juices running out of me, soaking me, soaking him.

When he pulls from me yet again, I think we’re finished only he pushes me to my knees again, wanting to feel my mouth on his cock once more. I can think of nothing I’d rather do. The harder I suck, the harder he gets. The harder he gets, the harder I want to suck. I taste and smell my pussy on him. It is an incredible turn on.

When I stop and stand up he turns me around, and bends me over the desk again, this time with my ass in the air. He then grabs my hips and rams that amazing hard cock into me again, this time, pushing against my ass, just before entering my pussy. I know I gasped. It felt amazing. Finally, I could push back against him, even though it was just a little. I’m whispering his name over and over because he’s pleasuring me in the most incredible way. I want to scream his name, scream the yeses and moan out loud. This feels so damn good!

Finally, he’s tired even though he's never cum. I feel terrible about leaving him without release, and yet he assures me it okay. We both know there will be more later. I’m exhausted. Sweat is dripping from my forehead, my cum is running down my thighs. The smell of sex is all in the air. I’m not even sure I can walk anymore. I’m spent. We clean up as best we can. I could really use a shower, but that’s not an option now. For now, I go back to work, hoping for another adventure soon, hoping next time for a room and a bed and with plenty of space and time to play and rest and play and rest. I'm also hoping for another opportunity to make him feel as good as he's made me feel. I'm in debt now.

I've never...

2006-05-22T09:07:00.000-04:00

I realize I haven't updated regularly and do apologize to my faithful readers. I just haven't felt the creative juices lately. I hope this week will be different. I hope to get a little inspiration this week. In the mean time, I'll do a little meme, stolen from that sexy Passionate Man.

Here's the deal. The bolded ones are the ones that are true. They are truly the things I've never done. Everything else is a lie. If you want to play, feel free to copy and paste.

I’ve Never French-Kissed A Member Of The Opposite Sex.
I’ve Never French-Kissed A Member Of The Same Sex.
I've Never Had Sex With A Member Of The Opposite Sex.
I've Never Had Sex With A Member Of The Same Sex.
I’ve Never Had A Three-Some.
I’ve Never Been In Love.
I’ve Never Had Sex In A Public Place.
I’ve Never Had Group Intercourse.
I’ve Never Been Spanked.
I’ve Never Been Tied Up.
I’ve Never Regretted Having Sex With Someone.
I’ve Never Made Out With A Stranger.
I’ve Never Gone On A Blind Date.
I’ve Never Had A Crush On A Teacher or Professor.
I’ve Never Slept With A Co-Worker. (Slept?!)
I’ve Never Had Sex At The Office.
I’ve Never Been Married.
I’ve Never Been Divorced.
I’ve Never Had Sex With More Than One Person Within The Same Week.
I’ve Never Posed Nude.
I've Never Watched Porn.
I’ve Never Gotten Someone Drunk Just To Have Sex With Them.
I’ve Never Received Scars From My Sex Partner.
I’ve Never Had Sex At A Friend’s House While They Were Throwing A Party.
I’ve Never Had Sex In A Dressing Room. (But does a bathroom count?)
I’ve Never Flashed Anyone.
I’ve Never Met Anyone From Online.
I've Never Cheated On My Significant Other.
I've Never Masturbated.
I've Never Used A Sex Toy On Myself.
I've Never Used A Sex Toy On Someone Else.
I've Never Danced On A Table Or Bar.
I've Never Strip-Teased For Anyone.
I've Never Received A Rim Job.
I've Never Given A Rim Job.
I've Never Received A Hand Job.
I've Never Given A Hand Job.
I've Never Had Sex In A Hammock.
I've Never Performed Oral Sex.
I've Never Received Oral Sex.
I've Never Had Anal Sex.
I've Never Had Sex involving a strapon.
I've Never Given/Received A Golden Shower.
I've Never Had Sex With Someone While Fantasizing About Having Sex With Someone Else.
I've Never Had A Sex Dream.
I've Never Had An Orgasm By Myself.
I've Never Had An Orgasm With/By Someone Else.
I've Never Had Phone Sex.
I've Never Had Cyber Sex.
I've Never Role-Played.
I've Never Played Strip Poker.

Fresh Rug Burn

2006-05-16T15:38:00.000-04:00

Fresh rug burn. Oh. My. God. Is there anything better? Knowing I’ve been on my knees sucking an awesome cock, still tasting it on my lips, my pussy still swollen from the pounding I received. It had been way too long. I don’t remember the last time I came hard enough to make my legs give. I don’t remember when I had a cock that big parting my pussy lips and pushing inside. Now, I just want more!

Unexpected Visit

2006-05-13T22:54:00.000-04:00

It had been a busy day. I was rather happy though after lunch with all that I had accomplished in the morning and hoped the afternoon would be just as productive. It seems lately with my job I spend most of my time dealing with the fires. I’d love to find a way to be more proactive and less reactive, but it just doesn’t seem possible now.

So, after lunch I was sitting at my desk, office door open, head down, looking at the next task at hand. Music was coming from my computer speakers and a fan was blowing so I didn’t even hear the door to the office suite open and close. By the time I caught something out of the corner of my eye, my office door was closing and he was pulling my chair around, standing over me. My shock and surprise kept me from saying a word as his hand went to the back of my head and his lips met mine.

This was not a sweet, tender kiss. No, this wasn’t like that at all. It was instead a hungry, passionate kiss. Hard and deep, to the point that a low moan escaped me. In just a few short minutes I completely forgot that I was sitting in my office in the middle of the work day. I couldn’t have cared less that there were other people just outside and next door. I needed this too bad to care.

The kiss went on for a while, although I’m not sure just how long. It had been too long since we’d shared a kiss. Geography prevents us from seeing each other often. That may be a good thing. I’m afraid if the opportunity was there more often we would both be in a lot of trouble. I’m afraid I wouldn’t be able to say no, costing me things I life I do not want to lose.

At some point, one hand still on the back of my head began tugging on my hair, causing me to arch my back. With the other hand he started running his fingers up my left thigh. It was a great day for a skirt, a great day to leave the panties off. I didn’t expect to see him and yet I’d still gone without the panties. Something about it is so freeing and today it was indeed. When his hand reached the top of my leg and he realized I was bare his breath caught, breaking the kiss for just a moment. Only to consume my mouth again, this time with even more urgency.

My pussy was so wet with the expectation of his touch. It had been so long. I ached for him and his perfect, talented hands. I spread my legs in my chair, begging him to touch me, begging him to feel what he had done. As his fingers found my hot hole I shifted toward him, grinding on his hand as he played and circled and finger fucked my pussy. His thumb quickly found my clit, hard and ready, begging for attention. The hand in my hair moved down and under my blouse, quickly freeing one of my breasts from my bra, then the other, pulling, tugging, and pinching on each of my nipples. This brought more low moans in the midst of our ongoing kiss.

I wanted him so. I was completely unaware of where I was and was taking in every touch, every feeling, being quite selfish in letting him pleasure me while offering nothing in return. I was so glad though when he reached down, unzipped his jeans, and took my hand from the arm of my chair and pushed it to feel his now swollen cock. It hadn’t been that long since we’d last met, but I had forgotten just how big he was, how perfect his cock is. I would quickly free it from those jeans and break the kiss to take him in my mouth. He fills me up, but I still try very hard to take it all in. Licking, sucking, near swallowing. It felt so good in my mouth. I savored the taste and the feel, but also wanted to be fucked more than anything.

I pushed him back and my mouth left his wonderful cock. My eyes met his. He looked disappointed. That is until I stood to my feet, pulled my skirt up above my waist and whispered in his ear “Fuck me baby! Please?” I turned around and bent over, putting my hands back on the arm rests of my chair, but now in a very different way.

When he pushed his thick cock into my pussy, I let out a little squeal of pleasure. It felt so fucking good! He quickly shushed me though and I remembered where I was. Then with his hands on each side of my ass he pulled me onto him over and over, faster and faster, harder and harder. He fucked me so hard and so good that I never wanted it to end. I was very aware of his balls slapping my ass. We were however anxious to reach our goal. With flesh slapping against flesh, the smell of sex now in the office, we fucked with everything we had to give.

I soon felt him tightening. My thighs were quivering, my pussy wanting to let go. In one movement, he plunged into me so hard and so deep and I felt his hot load surging into me. It was all I needed to go over the edge too. Time seemed to stop. Eventually though, he pulled back, allowing our juices to escape, cum running down my thighs.

Then the first words from his mouth, “I thought I’d stop by and say hello. How is your day?”

Comfort

2006-05-07T08:32:00.000-04:00

Up on my hands and knees on the edge of the bed – that’s got to be one of my favorites. Of course, eventually you will push my head down so that my ass is straight up in the air. Its then, that I'm comfortable, not worrying that my ass is too round or that my stomach isn't flat. I'm with you and you want me. You clearly want to pleasure me and let me pleasure you. The added benefit is that I can’t see what’s coming. I do love the surprise, not knowing if you’ll smack my ass or kiss it. Gently lick my pussy, tease it with the head of your wonderful cock or slam right into it.

Today you took your time, teasing me with your tongue and your fingers – in my pussy, on my clit, in my ass. All the build up of a month at your fingertips. Yes, I get off on my own. In fact, I do it almost every day, but no dildo, no vibe can take the place of your fingers or your wonderful tongue and definitely not your cock. It must surprising to you how quickly I cum sometimes. It surprises me too. I think though that I am just so excited, by your touch, by our meeting that I’m on the edge before you ever touch me. Today I came so hard, so fast it took my breath away.

And yet, even in my orgasm, I couldn’t wait for you to give me that magnificent dick. My pussy was begging for it, backing up to you. Finally, you gave me what I’ve wanted for what seems like a very long time. Finally, you were throbbing inside of me. Finally, I felt filled. We moved very slowly at first, wanting to savor every stroke. I do like taking my time, but so often I’m filled with urgency, wanting to ride you as hard as I can. I’m glad you slow us down, forcing me to enjoy it, forcing me to feel each movement.

And of course the kisses – the kisses are the best. The passion I feel on from your lips is a passion I’ve never felt before. It’s the passion I crave. Your kisses fulfill me more than anything else.

I don’t even remember how or when I ended up on my back, but I did. My legs over your shoulders, you buried deep inside of me when you gave me your hot load. I cannot tell you how good it was for me later when you ventured your fingers back into my pussy, slicking them up with your own cum mixed with mine then letting me lick them clean. Thinking about that now makes me wet all over again.

You left me completely satisfied. I wish we had more time. I wish we could be together more often, but I’m satisfied, content with what we do have, thankful for our stolen moments together. I know that I will ever tire of it or ever be bored. Each meeting is a new adventure with new excitement. And, I can't wait until we meet again.

Sugasm #32

2006-05-02T08:25:00.000-04:00

This week’s best of the sex blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Want in the next one? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the linklist by the end of Wednesday night and you’re all set.

Audio

Audioblog Posts 1 and 2 (alwaysarousedgirl.blogspot.com)
First Ever Audio Post (secretsofadirtygirl.blogspot.com)

Funny / Sex News

Alas Poor Yorick, I Blew Him Well (tgp.com)
The Hooters Conspiracy (ethnorotica.com)
League of Super Friends with Benefits (shayssexcolumn.blogspot.com)
My Most Embarrassing Sex Moment (radicalvixen.com)

Thoughts on Sex, Sexy Reviews, Sex Advice

5 Senses (gentlygently.blogspot.com)
Anonymity (gentlebutfirm.blogspot.com)
Cultural Differences (sugarbank.com)
Masturbation and Ejaculatory Inevitability (onaniajournal.blogspot.com)
More Pixilated Nudity (4thegirlnextdoor.blogspot.com)
Natural Contours - Ultime (sin.typepad.com/shauna_by_night)
Sex Tip - From a Men’s Magazine (seskuality.com)
Sexual Balance (eroticvision.blogspot.com)
You Asked: What Do I Consider Cheating? (cuntinglinguist.blogspot.com)

BDSM and Fetish

Bondage Fantasies (darkside-journey.blogspot.com)
Contemplation of the Lower Navel (sabrinainstockings.com)
DVD: “And For You I Will Come As Well” (Lupus Pictures) (adelehaze.com)
Sexual Healing (aliferestarted.blogspot.com)

Erotic Writing

Climax (erotiterrorist.blogspot.com)
The Dirty Couple in Florida (or what we did on our Spring Break) Part 2 (drtycplinva.blogspot.com)
Fun with the Kama Sutra (thetastetester.com)
Morning Licks (vivianandjack.blogspot.com)
Of Blindfolds and Bedmates (easilyaroused.co.uk)
People Watching (seanandmel.blogspot.com)
Public Masturbation (wanklog.blogspot.com)
Questions About Etiquette (realadultsex.com)
Sweet Slut (can also go in BDSM) (nyc-urban-gypsy.blogspot.com)
Wine and a Wandering Mind (the-sensuous-libertine.blogspot.com)

NSFW Pics / Photos

Alicia Witt Revisited (pornhater.com)
Double HNT (spiritsex.blogspot.com)
Four Galleries of Liza from Galitsin News (sensualarousalblog.com)
Happy Half-Nekkid Thursday! (stilettodiaries.blogspot.com)
Kyla Cole 3 (babelog.sestaluna.com)
Miranda and Steph make love shot by Abby Winters (iloveabbywinters.com)
Naughty Office (internetisforporn.com)
Original Upskirt Photos Just Released (put under news/announcements?) (taratainton.com)
Paulina and Zafrina on Sapphic Erotica (simply-sapphicerotica.com)
Threesome Pic (seska4lovers.com)
Xanthia Nude (eroticandy.blogspot.com)

Smokin’ Lara cartoon originally posted on the sexy fun blog The Girl Next Door.

First Ever Audio Post

2006-04-27T18:22:00.000-04:00

I came home tonight and found an empty house. This doesn't happen often and as I was over the top horny (you know who you are and why I am) I decided to take advantage of it. I got my two favorite toys out - Lucky and Big and had a little fun. I also took the opportunity to record it, or at least the end of it for you all. I have to admit I was a little nervous and actually held back a lot. I still think you'll like it. Please let me know if you do.

Showering Together

2006-04-25T13:35:00.000-04:00

This is how I wish last night had gone…

I came home after a long day of work and then school. I was tired and yet keyed up at the same time. School does that to me sometimes. I think when my mind is stimulated it gives me a new level of energy, what I’ve heard some call a “second wind.” I managed to eat a bite, get the kids in bed, and straighten up a little, then decided I’d get a shower and try to wind down.

I undressed as I made my way to the bathroom, taking off my blouse, removing my bra. My shoes were gone long before. I opened the bathroom door as I was unbuttoning my pants, showing the top of my lacy black panties. He was there, in the bathroom, about to take a shower as well. In fact, he was completely naked, bent over the tub turning on the water.

He still looks good to me, even better actually than when we married. He’s gone from a skinny twenty something to a well rounded nearly forty year old. I like the way his arms and legs and neck have filled out. I appreciate the firmness in his legs from the running and his arms and chest from the lifting.

“Sorry, I didn’t know you were in here. I was going to get a shower too. Can I join you?”

“I’d like nothing better.”

He stepped in the shower first, then me. Using sponges and body wash we took turns soaping each other up, he taking extra time to pull on my nipples just a little as he crossed my chest, me taking extra time to massage his balls and tease him a little. I enjoyed watching his growing cock as my hands ran over his body and his over mine, knowing I was having an effect, knowing he feels the same way about my body that I feel about his.

As he leaned under the water to rinse, I dropped to my knees, unwilling to wait anymore. I licked and sucking on his balls before moving to his cock. I like the tease, watching him watching me, knowing what he wants. As I licked up and down his shaft, finally taking him in my mouth, he let out a low moan. When I took him completely, devouring my prize, he gasped. I love knowing I can still pleasure him.

After what seemed like a very short time, he pulled me back up to him, pushing my wet hair out of my face, kissing me deeply. I was thankful for the feel of his fingers moving between my legs, my pussy begging for attention. He seemed happy to find my pussy wet, not just from the water, but from my own juices, turned on merely from sucking him. Satisfied I was ready; he turned me around and began rubbing his hard cock up and down the crack of my ass. I love that feeling. Some women complain about feeling the hard dick on their back or their ass in the middle of the night. Not me. I’d give anything for it.

Finally, I bent over, spreading my legs just far enough, grabbing my ankles for balance. With his hands on my hips he plunged into me and held me right there for a minute or two. My pussy must have been pulling and pushing though, because finally he agreed to fuck me like I wanted, pounding into me over and over, harder and harder. Water was splashing and the sounds of slapping flesh were everywhere, but neither of us cared. We were finishing our day the right way. As good as it felt, it was even better when he reached around and went to work on my clit. I was almost immediately cumming, pushing my ass against him harder and harder begging him to cum with me. The feeling of his hot load inside me was such pleasure.

…Unfortunately, that is not how the evening played out, but it would have been so nice.

25 Sexual Questions

2006-04-23T19:49:00.000-04:00

I got the idea from Artful Dodger…Try it, you might like it!

I masturbate almost every day.
My first orgasm happened laying on my stomach in bed around twelve or thirteen. I thought I’d had a heart attach and I was going to die like my grandfather had earlier that year. When I lived through the week I tried it again and again and again.
The sound of rain and running water make me very horny – probably because I get off in the shower most every day.
I lost my virginity at 16 to someone I was convinced I’d marry. Silly girl.
There was no pain and no blood and the first thing he said was “That was easy.” He later admitted to thinking I’d lied about being a virgin.
We fucked almost everyday until he left for boot camp
His father came home once while we were having sex and I hid in a closet. Hiding was pointless, he had seen us through the window
I regret I didn’t have sex with an earlier boyfriend first. His fingers are what busted my cherry, I’m sure.
I now see sex and love as different things. I think you can have both with one person, but you can also have them exclusively.
My husband has never initiated sex.
I felt very sexy when I was pregnant, but didn’t have sex with my husband after I found out. He refused. It freaked him out.
I love the feel of man’s hands on my neck and in my hair.
Kisses on my neck make me crazy. Kisses in general make me crazy. Kissing is what I miss most.
I believe I think about sex more than most women.
I’m wet all the time. Really.
I am incredibly excited by the idea of sex in public places. I think it has something to do with all the experiences I had in cars in high school.
I’ve had only one experience with another woman, but I would like to do it again.
I’m attracted to some women, but not as much as men.
I think cocks are beautiful. I think I must feel about them the way some men do about women’s breasts. I love the feel of one in my mouth and my hand.
I think monogamy is an unrealistic expectation.
I was forced to have sex by a blind date when I was 17. I didn’t tell a soul and I feel pretty guilty about not telling. I worry about the other girls he probably raped.
I’ve found that rough sex is an huge turn on now and wonder if its my own therapy for the rape, my way of taking control back.
I’m not very good at phone sex. I know it and I wish I was better, but sometimes I just freeze up on the phone.
Watching porn doesn’t do much for me. I’m not opposed to it. I think it would be sexy to watch with a partner, but that’s never happened. I do like literotica and still pictures.
I don’t like playing games and am quite turned on by men that are direct. Come out and say “I want to fuck you!”

Stress Relief

2006-04-19T19:33:00.000-04:00

I should be doing a million things, but all I can think about is doing you. Am I obsessed? Addicted? Perhaps, but I don’t think it’s unhealthy – yet.

I’m having an especially stressful week, actually couple of weeks. I am so busy at work I can’t seem to get my head above water. I thrive on the stress though. The pressure pushes me to think harder and achieve more. I secretly love it, but would never admit it.

What I would love even more is to end my day by coming home to a willing partner, someone that would anxiously wait for me with a glass of wine and a hard dick. Someone that would be proud of my accomplishments, encouraging me to achieve any level of success I desired, while still realizing that he holds the key to truly satisfying me. Someone that could take pampering and submission from me on occasion but could also give it back to me when I needed it…

I’d open the door after a long day and find you standing there, waiting on me, with a smile on your face and a glass of wine. The sounds of music from the bedroom, the candles lit, I’d immediately know what you had in mind, and interest would grow.

Perhaps you would offer to give me a bath, rubbing my body with soft bubbles and oil. I would notice quickly how excited you were becoming just from the sight of my naked body and then the touch. Maybe you would just offer to undress me tenderly and start by rubbing my feet. No matter, we would ultimately end up back in the bedroom where we would kiss and touch and quickly forget the stress of our day. It would be kissing and touching and sucking. I’d want to take my time, gradually releasing everything that had built up, ultimately laying back and letting you fuck me until we both got the release we needed, falling asleep completely satisfied.

Some nights I would want to come home to something a little different, where you would demand that I work for you just like I’d worked for “the man” during the day, pushing me to my knees where I’d suck you until you couldn’t take it anymore. Then you could bend me over a chair in the kitchen and take me from behind just like I love. The urgency and passion of the moment would make it even better, clothes partially off, not caring who saw us through the kitchen windows.

Yes, that’s what I want when I get home. I want someone to want me back, someone to fuck me like there’s no tomorrow. I need it tonight.

Toys

2006-04-13T18:24:00.000-04:00

I rarely use a vibrator, not because I’m opposed to them or anything, its just not convenient. I learned how to get off with my own hand long before I had access to toys. My first vibrator was a gift to me from a couple of girlfriends. They knew I wasn’t getting any at home and offered to help. It stayed in my closet for months until I finally worked up the urge to bring it on a business trip. That was a very nice trip. It was so nice to be filled again, giving my pussy a small portion of the pounding it deserved.

After that I was sure to take it with me on trips, but still trusting my own fingers to take care of things at home. See, my husband would be offended by the use of it. And while he’s not interested in fucking me I get the impression that he thinks I should be just a celibate as him. It’s taken many years to get over that, but believe me when I say that I am.

Then, there was an unfortunate incident in a hotel, where my friend was left behind. (I may have just given myself away as I’ve mentioned this on my regular blog as well.) Finally though, with travel approaching I invested in another. I like the feel of it, mainly because I rarely finger fuck myself. I get off from rubbing my clit, but the vibrator gives me both, giving me a great clitoral orgasm. I had not achieved the kind of orgasm I have with I’m bouncing on a hard cock though, and I wanted it more than anything. So, I set out to accomplish it, being the goal oriented girl I am.

I lay in the bed one morning, all alone in my hotel, with my vibrator, some warming gel, and a desire to get the kind of orgasm I usually only get with a good man. I started by rubbing my slit up and down, getting everything nice and slick, with just a little vibration. I teased myself to a point that when I finally slid it inside my pussy, it was begging for it, grabbing hold even. I have incredible control over those muscles. I don’t know for sure, but I think my lover appreciates them.

I had plenty of time and took it, alternating between deep, pounding thrusts and slow, shallow pulses. While one hand held my tool the other was free to pinch my nipples and rub my clit, moving back and forth from each, finally settling on my clit, which was hard and waiting for permission to cum. I wouldn’t let myself cum that way though. I wanted something more this time.

I was patient, willing to give myself time to reach the top. After what had to of been more than a half hour, I was about to give up, when I felt I was getting close. I started hammering that vibrator into me, closing my eyes and telling myself it was the perfect dick. The harder I gave it to myself, the harder I wanted it. It just built and built and built. I was breathless and tired, but wouldn’t dare turn back. When I felt my thighs start to shake and the tingling start, I shoved that fake cock deep inside me, turned the vibration up and closed my thighs. I came over and over and over. I screamed out, nearly to the point of tears.

It was unbelievable. It left me exhausted and sore and confused. I went days without even touching myself. It was an experience I will never forget that I actually gave myself. I’ve never tried to repeat it again although as I type this I’m considering it. Of course, while that would be good, a real dick would be even better….

The Perfect Blow Job

2006-04-11T13:32:00.000-04:00

I talk about it a lot. I’m sorry. You’ve probably become bored with my love for sucking cock. I hope you will give me this time just the same.

I spent the morning imagining your cock in my mouth. I do so love it. From the first time I sucked one until today it is my favorite thing. I suppose a lot of women feel that it is such a submissive act. I think that’s why they don’t enjoy it. I just don’t see it that way. I think when your cock is in my mouth I am more in control than ever.

So what would the perfect blow job be? I can’t say what it would be for a man as I’m clearly not one, but this is how the perfect blowjob for me would be.

I would start by teasing you through your pants, rubbing your growing cock, massaging your balls, squeezing them just a little. I’d do this while kissing you. I want you to feel my mouth on your mouth before my mouth is on your cock. I want you to think about the warmth and the texture of my tongue. The anticipation adds to the pleasure.

Eventually I will take my place on my knees. I am comfortable there. The bruises or carpet burns are war wounds I welcome. They remind me, like whelps on my ass, of a delightful experience. They are the notches in my headboard so to speak.

On my knees I would unbuckle your belt, unbutton and unzip your pants, pushing them to the floor. I am so happy to finally see my prize. I take you in my hand, gently stroking, using my thumb to tease the head of your cock. When I finally lean forward to lick just the tip, I watch you. The look on your face is priceless. It gives me a rush. With my hands on your thighs and my thumbs rubbing your balls I begin teasing you just a little. Licking gently. Alternating between licking your balls and licking just the head of your cock. I love the way you taste. I’m appreciative of how your cock responds, grows, and hardens more and more with each lick.

Finally, I wrap my lips around you, pausing a moment to taste that wonderful precum, swirling my tongue around as I place the slightest amount of pressure on my lips. When I begin to suck, I expect a response from you and usually get it rather quickly, with growth or hardness, sometimes a moan or a gasp. I’m careful to suck just on the end for a while, making you want it more, making you wish for all of my mouth.

My hands are still working away – rubbing your balls, maybe even squeezing a little. When I finally plunge my head down all the way on you I imagine the sensation makes you think you’ll cum right then, but you won’t. I’ll tug on your sack to make sure that doesn’t happen.

At this point I hope you’re hands have made it to my head. The feel of you running your fingers through my hair and yes, even pulling it, will encourage me all the more. As I bob up and down on your awesome shaft I pay special attention to the amount and speed of my sucking. I want to build you up, not just make you explode. As I feel you getting closer, I back off. I don’t want to rush to the finish. I want this to be the best you ever had.

My mouth will become tired at some point and I’ll know the time is getting close. When I’m ready, I will move one hand under your sack and begin applying pressure to that place just above your ass. It is only then that you’ll get the full force that my mouth can give, sucking harder and harder, faster and faster, tongue swirling.

When you finally let go and cum it will be in full force, spraying down my throat, filling my mouth with hot juices. I love the taste of it. I want it all and I’ll keep my lips around you until you give it all to me. I’ll try to keep up and swallow all of it down, but the slightest bit may escape my lips as I gently pull away from you. Don’t worry. My tongue won’t let it drip all the way down my chin. I do really want it all.

What I Miss

2006-04-09T20:26:00.000-04:00

The life I now live leaves me wanting things I do not have. I miss things, some of which I’ve had regularly in the past, some I’ve never known at all. This is what I miss:

Long, deep kisses. The kind that make you weak in the knees. The kind that take your breath away. The kind that last forever and cause you to completely forget the world around you. I miss these more than anything else.

The feel of someone next to me in the night. A leg over mine or an arm around me. Even more than that a hand on my ass or reaching for one of my breasts.

Dancing. Slow, swaying to music that can or cannot be heard.

Words of appreciation and words of passion. Thank you. You’re beautiful. What would I do without you? I need you. I want you. I have to have you.

Lustful looks. That spark in his eye that says he can’t wait to get me alone. The one where without a word I know he’s undressing me. I know he wants me more that anyone or anything else and would do anything to have me.

Time. Time to talk, time to touch, time to pleasure each other for as long as it takes to satisfy us both.

See I don’t need the flowers or the candy or the material things. One long, deep, passionate kiss would make me the happiest woman in the world. I’m easy really. I wish someone would appreciate that about me and give me what I really want.

Licking my Pussy

2006-04-06T18:25:00.000-04:00

Artful Dodger did a beautiful post on a Man’s Guide to Oral Pleasure and I think he should win an award. It was a gift to the world. I would like to make copies and distribute it to all men everywhere. I also want to hunt him down and lock him in a room somewhere, but that’s another story. I won’t tell you what he said, just go read it for yourself and then come back to me.

I love all things oral. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. I’d rather suck cock than anything else. I’m satisfied just sucking cock and love to swallow, but give me a man that will lick my pussy, do it well and act like he enjoys it and he will own me! And doing it well really isn’t that hard. I swear if you will read what the man up there has to say you’ll have all the tips you need.

Along that line, I thought I’d share a recent experience…

I’d been waiting a long time. We had seen each other several times and had great sex, but his tongue had not tasted me in a while. I knew it, he knew it. I wanted it, he wanted it. The circumstances had not been right though. While he always makes sure I get off, I was still left with a need. I wanted that intimate kiss.

We had played and fucked and I was really quite satisfied when he started to finger my pussy again. It was still full of his cum, still sensitive from the fucking. I almost told him to stop when he started moving down the bed, spreading my legs wider and wider.

His tongue is like magic. I can’t always relax, but today I let go. I wanted to savor every moment, knowing it might be a long time before I would get this again. I closed my eyes and focused completely on his tongue, licking and sucking. The variety is what does it for me. He licks my slit from bottom to top, stopping to stick his tongue deep inside me, sucking on my pussy lips and finally on my clit. His tongue flicks and laps at my clit, making it harder and harder and sending my whole body into a shake. It was just minutes when he took one finger and pushed it deep in my pussy when I completely lost control. I don’t even know what kind of sounds I made, but I came so hard I thought my head would explode. And he didn’t stop then. He just kept at my clit, sucking and sucking, tongue rolling all around. It was incredible. It left me dizzy and soaking wet from my own cum.

Yes, he owns me. I am his. No matter who I fuck for the rest of my life, my pussy will always belong to him.

Worthy Quote

2006-04-05T09:06:00.000-04:00

"Maybe some women aren't meant to be tamed. Maybe they just need to run free til they find someone just as wild to run with them."

from http://wenchyshnt.blogdrive.com/

Honesty

2006-04-04T07:36:00.000-04:00

Have you been with the perfect partner? Do you think there’s just one?

If you’d asked me that question years ago I would have said that there wasn’t such a thing. I might have even said what I’ve heard others say – mainly men – “The worst I ever had was still good,” but that was then and this is now. Isn’t it funny how you can be so certain of something and then have your eyes opened to a realm that you didn’t even know existed?

I have a connection with someone that is so strong I can’t describe it. Our bodies are completely in sync and we literally feed off each other. I’ve had good sex, enjoyed being with others, but nothing compares to this. There are no limitations or preconceived notions. There are no expectations and no disappointments. Its perfection – pure and simple. There is nothing that I could ask for that he wouldn’t give me and there is nothing I wouldn’t give if he asked.

The question then is – Why? Why is it so good with just this one? Is it knowledge and skill on the part of my lover? Perhaps. Is it purely physical? Our bodies do seem to fit perfectly. I’ve never been so satisfied. Is it willingness or the adventure or the attitude? I don’t know. Is it just luck? Maybe. Or is it fate? Is there really that one person that completes you (to use a cheesy movie line)?

Is the passion that makes it so perfect the very passion that would never let a real relationship be successful? Would it consume us and tear us apart in the end? Or, would we be one of those incredibly happy couples that I'm not sure really exist?

Just the things I'm kicking around today.

Disappointment

2006-04-03T20:09:00.000-04:00

I’m a real bitch sometimes. It may cost me some readers, but I’ll admit it. I want what I want, when I want it. And if I don’t get it, I pout. And today I’m pouting. So there.

I was promised a day of pampering. I was promised hours of pleasure to be licked and sucked and fucked. I was promised orgasms – all the kinds I mentioned to you a few days ago. I was promised multiples and games and hours, yes hours of mind blowing, heart breaking sex.

And I wanted it. I really, really wanted it. I knew there were risks. I knew things could get in the way. I know my place. I know that there are other responsibilities and I really respect them, but I really wanted to get fucked today.

It didn’t happen though. It didn’t work out. And now I’m disappointed and yes, even a little pouty.

I should be used to disappointment. I should be accustomed to not being the top priority. It’s certainly not new to me. I’ve lived with a man for a very long time that sends me to bottom of the list. I’ve been given more excuses than you can even imagine. I really wanted today to be different though.

I need to feel close to someone. I need to have that connection. I’m craving touch and tongue. I want deep kisses and full body contact. I want to feel wanted. I want to feel like he’s craving me as much as I’m craving him.

Instead, I’m whining and bitching and moaning – all the things I do not want to be. Course, tomorrow is a new day. I’m sure I’ll feel better then.

What I Want Right Now

2006-04-03T10:32:00.000-04:00

I’m feeling really naughty today. I came into work a little late. The weather has turned to real Spring, which means I have Spring Fever. I’m also rebelling just a little. I wore a breezy summer skirt to work and decided to forego the panties. So, sitting in my office chair there’s just my bare ass against the fabric of my skirt.

I’d like nothing better than to close my office door, lie back and let someone pleasure me. Is that selfish? I enjoy the giving and do all too often, but today I want to take. Today I want to feel his hands move under my skirt, up my thighs. Today I want to surprise him when he finds my bare pussy, just begging for some attention. Today I want to cum over and over again without regard for anyone else. I want my own pleasure today.

Its been so long since his tongue explored my pussy. I miss it. The warmth of his mouth sucking my lips, the feel of his tongue circling my clit. Thoughts of it, imagining it make me crazy. It’s a pleasure I do not get often and a pleasure that I yearn for right now. I want to feel his hands all over me, exploring everything, taking what he wants. I want to see his desire for me in his eyes and his growing cock. I want to be fucked like there’s no tomorrow.

Until then, I’ll sit in this office and wait. I will work as if nothing else is own my mind and try to ignore the moisture I feel between my legs as I squirm in my chair.

Trying Something New

2006-04-02T07:39:00.000-04:00

To date, this site has been a one way dialog. I tell you my stories and you read them. I get an occasional comment, but never acknowledge them. I started this site for myself and had no intentions of making it public but thanks to the naughty google searches and a few Sugasms it has become rather popular. It averages 2000 hits a day now, which is truly unbelievable to me, given my regular, non-sex blog only gets about 200. And yes, I do have one of those. Don't we all?

Anyway, I'm feeling adventurous and super naughty this morning so I'm going to give you a rare opportunity....

Ask me a question, any question and I will answer. I will leave comments open to anonymous people if you really want to be super sneaky. I'll answer back in the comments section.

Don't worry I won't make this a regular thing. I get the dialog I need from the other blog, but I'm wondering if there's a way to pull the sex bloggers out of their "commentless" shells. Consider it a little adventure. Step out. Bend over. Try something new. Go ahead, give me one of those smacks on the ass that I love so much!

Go ahead - ask me anything...

Faking It and My Orgasms

2006-04-01T07:40:00.000-05:00

I was reading VBoat's Post on Faking and it got me to thinking. I know the subject has been covered in our little sex blog arena, but I will be glad to share my thoughts on it too.

Faking it...well, I won't say I've never done it. In fact, I know I have but not a lot. Really. Once I came to the conclusion that it was okay, there was no reason for it. So, with my partner I am honest as V suggested and if they ask I say it was great, but I just didn't have one this time. Its okay. Really.

I will tell you that there is one partner I've NEVER faked it with. Not to say that I've had an orgasm every time, but our connection is so great that even if I don't cum (but I usually do) its still great every time. Yeah, I know you are all jealous now.

I find myself pretty comfortable in my body. I also really love sex, all kinds, regardless of making it to climax. What I'm saying is, fucking is good for me whether I get off or not. That said, the getting off is awesome, so I want that too, but if it doesn't work out I'm okay with it. Its not something my partner did wrong, or a problem, the circumstances just aren't right. Faking it seems really pointless.

And, I have several different kinds of orgasms, as I've heard others post about as well. They are all orgasms, but they are also clearly not alike...

Clitoral - This is the one I can count on and the only one I can give myself. It requires direct stimulation to my clit from a finger, a vibrator, a stream of water from the shower massager or even better - a tongue. This is the first one I had, very early on and scared the daylights out of me. I thought I'd injured myself. These days, I try to make time for one of these every day as I know the motions and it usually doesn't take long. I like to think of it as stress relief.

Fucking - I wish I had a better word. I guess this is what some people call their intercourse orgasm, but that word is even worse. This one is just indescribable. Its what I get when someone is pounding deep inside me. Its when I'm totally into the fuck, mind not wandering, completely focusing on the fullness in my pussy. I can get this in a few positions - on my back with my legs over his shoulders, on top if I'm leaned forward, and from behind with my ass up and my head down. Its is powerful, so powerful that when I cum sometimes my pussy contracts so hard that it pushes my partner's cock out, which I hate, but have absolutely no control over. These leave me with shaking thighs and cause the loudest screams.

G-spot - Oh what a wonderful little button that is. I can't reach it with my own fingers, which really annoys me, but this is a good one too. Pressure on that spot with a finger or a vibrator or a dick is pretty good. It not like others, but a release just the same.

Anal - Now here's a new realm for me. I had no idea just how much I would love anal sex. I was terrified at first, but have found that I can have mind blowing orgasms from it alone or in combination with clitoral stimulation. In fact, I think the most powerful orgasms I have originate here. Again, I can't do this one alone. I don't know why, but the vibrator just doesn't do it for me in my ass. I need a partner for this one.

Multiples - This is what I affectionately call "the wave." Its when I've cum so many times that at some point the time between ceases and I'm just cumming and cumming and cumming. It follows all the above and usually takes some time to achieve. This doesn't happen very often for me. Its mental and physical. All the pieces of the puzzle have to be in place. I have to be completely comfortable and relaxed in the environment and allow myself to lose complete control. When it happens though, I imagine my eyes roll back completely in my head and I just disappear for a while. It feels like my whole body is exploding and that I will literally die in the process, but I'm fine with that. When I finish one of these I'm usually exhausted and giggle a little. I want one right now!

So, there you go. Everything you all wanted to know about Secret's orgasms. No naughty stories today. Maybe later.

Starting my day

2006-03-30T09:06:00.000-05:00

This morning I woke up alone, which isn’t at all strange. The man I should share my bed with much prefers the couch. I do not understand, but I’ve also lost the desire to fight it.

I slept in a t-shirt and panties, but the panties were gone when I woke. I must have taken them off during the night. That happens a lot. I’m not even conscious of it. So, I woke up with my t-shirt bunched up above my waist and no panties. Before I even opened my eyes I felt the urge. I was horny. I wished there was someone beside me to help me with my condition, but there wasn’t and there was no need dwelling on it.

I found myself, in my sleepy state, on my stomach grinding my smooth pussy mound on the bed. I decided just last night to shave in completely. I have been playing with the idea of leaving a small patch, but I know the smooth look is appealing to at least one of my admirers. It isn’t long before I roll up on my side and find my already hard nipples with my left hand. I take a moment to take each of them in my hand, squeezing, fully aware of the hard nipple in my palm. Then, I pull away and roll my nipple between my thumb and finger, pulling, pinching. I love that feeling. Its as if there’s a direct nerve from there to my clit. I can feel the moisture building, my pussy lips swelling even before I touch them.

I consider at this point reaching under my bed for my vibrator, but decide that this morning I want the feel of my own hand. When I finally do start to slide my hand down my body, I pause on that now bare mound above my pussy, appreciating just how smooth the skin is. With my second and forth finger I stroke my pussy lips, anticipating even my own touch. When I separate the lips and slide my middle finger down my slit, I’m surprised by just how wet I am. Quickly, my middle finger slides into my pussy, reaching, curling and looking for my g-spot. I just can’t seem to reach on my own. That never keeps me from trying though. Soon it is joined with two more fingers.

I lay there finger fucking myself for a long time. I kept my eyes closed. I was imagining sucking on a hard cock while being fucked. While I have no real desire to be with two men at the same time, I would really like the sensation of having both at the same time. Maybe I can convince my friend to use my new vibrator on me while I’m sucking him off. That would be so satisfying. When my thumb began circling my clit in slow deliberate motions I knew it wouldn’t take long and I felt no need to hold back. With a few quick flicks and direct pressure on my clit I was coming. My thighs began to shake and a single gasp and moan escaped my mouth. My hand was soaked from my own juices.

I find myself in the best mood today. I know it all began before I even opened my eyes.

Sugasm #27

2006-03-27T09:47:00.000-05:00

The best of the sex blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Posts are cut at F within each category, categories shift around and change between editions depending on what you send me, and you can get in on the next one by using this form. Participants, repost the linklist by the end of Monday night and you’re all set.

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HNT #4 - Assume the Position (avaadora.blogspot.com)
I Don’t Mind it Rough (tangysweet.blogspot.com)
Kneeling (alwaysarousedgirl.blogspot.com)
Making Love in the Rain Revisited (redvelvetropeburn.blogspot.com)
Monde Imaginaire (theninthwave.typepad.com)
The Notorious Bettie Page (sugarbank.com)
Sadist Taking What is His (theheronclan.blogspot.com)
Spanking Site Review: Bars and Stripes (adelehaze.com)
Thigh High Boots (video) (thebootcam.com)
Training and Surrender (aliferestarted.blogspot.com)
Choices - Part Five (masterenigma.blogspot.com)
D/s Correspondence (barbiebaby09.livejournal.com)

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In Three Minds (orpheusmind.blogspot.com)
My Ultimate Fantasy (gentlygently.blogspot.com)
The Slow Fuck (secretsofadirtygirl.blogspot.com)
Teen Lesbians Brittney and Avril on Sapphic Erotica (simply-sapphicerotica.com)
The Vixxen Chronicles - Walking Funny, Pt. 3 (unfetteredcravings.blogspot.com)
Welcome To My Fantasy (herknees.org)
Coach T… Ch. 5 (whatsexmaycome.blogspot.com)
Dear Pussy (secretbrain.blogspot.com)

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Mothers and Prostitutes Don’t Mix (taratainton.com)

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Going Home (theholidaylife.blogspot.com)
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Women Aren’t the Only Complex Creatures (seanandmel.blogspot.com)
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First Meeting

2006-03-25T07:12:00.000-05:00

The anticipation had built for so long I couldn’t even remember how long it had been. As I knocked on the door I was breathless, not from exertion, but from nerves, expectation, fear, hope and a million other emotions. I stood there for what seemed an eternity. What if he doesn’t answer? What if he’s changed his mind? What if he takes one look at me and loses interest?

When the door opened, there was just a fraction of a second of what might have been awkwardness. I’m not sure of my expression – probably worry – but he immediately smiled. It was a big smile, a pleased smile, an eager smile. It took away all my earlier fears. He grabbed my hand pulling me inside and closing the door behind me. I dropped my bag on the floor and without one word coming from either of our mouths he grabbed my waist, pulled me to him and kissed me. The passion of months, the chats, the emails, the calls all in one kiss. It was intoxicating. My knees went weak.

Suddenly and still with no words, we were pawing at each other. The kiss continued as hands were everywhere, clothes ripped off and flying across the room. We knew what we wanted. Foreplay wasn’t a concern. We had months of that behind us. We’d spend hours later really entertaining all of our much discussed fantasies. Right now though, we had a common goal. We wanted each other. I wanted to feel him inside of me. I wanted him to fuck me hard and fast and feel him cum in a tirade of animal sex. That’s what he wanted too.

When all of our clothes had been shed, I broke away from what was still that first kiss and laid down on the bed, pulling him to me. I had felt how hard he was as he pressed against me, but wasn’t prepared for just how massive his cock was as he climbed on the bed and kneeled in front me of me. My pussy was dripping I was so wet. I couldn’t wait to feel him inside of me. I spread my legs far apart and nodded my head. “Fuck me, please!” “Are you sure?” “NOW!”

He leaned forward with one hand propping himself beside me. I reached down and took hold of my prize, guiding him toward my eager pussy. When the head of his cock first touched me I thought I would cum at that second, but somehow pushed past it. Our eyes locked together and he plunged forward. I moaned out loudly, from the force of it and the raw emotion of finally, finally joining with him.

With my legs wrapped around his ass and my hands on his hips we rocked for what seemed like forever. It was hard and fast and oh so deep. The reality of it was better than either of us could have imagined. Our bodies were perfect for each other and we were in perfect sync. When he learned down and started kissing on my neck as we were fucking it was all I needed to finally let go. I started to cum in a rush. My legs were shaking and a scream escaped my lips. The tingle spread from my pussy down my legs and back up all the way to my head and back again. I must have clamped down on him in the wave of it because he too let out a moan and in a matter of seconds was cumming with me. I felt his hot juices burst inside me. I saw the pleasure in his eyes. It was so intense, more than either of us could have imagined.

We lay there for a long time, with no words, taking it all in, catching our breath. Still between my legs he had shifted to one side. We’d need time to recover from the magnitude of our releases, but now we could explore. He ran his fingers through my hair while I traced my finger across his lips. We had plenty of time and now we wouldn’t rush.

Sex In Public Places

2006-03-24T14:29:00.000-05:00

I’m having a hard time getting my creative juices flowing. I’ve had a rather dry spell lately. Believe me; no one is sorrier about that than me. I find myself laying in bed and dreaming about sucking on a beautiful hard cock. It’s been way too long since I had a nice hard one and thoughts of it are consuming me. I’ve crossed lines I never would have crossed before. In fact, last week’s awesome orgasm was achieved in my office. The door was closed and no one was around, but it was in my office just the same.

There are a few of my blog friends that have offered to assist me. One in particular has been especially helpful, but the chatting and the emailing, while fun, I think are frustrating me even more. I’ve reached a point of desperation. I want to be fucked long and hard and by someone that can do it right! I want to lose all track of time, taste cum on my lips and feel how sore my pussy lips are from all the pounding. Is that asking too much?

I’ve been in this place before. In fact, I’ve spent quite a bit of time here. This leads me to the real topic. Public sex. I wonder how many of you have done inappropriate things in inappropriate places. Just so you know I’m the master freak, I will tell you some of my more risqué places. Now some of them were alone, some of them were just oral, and some of them were all out fucking. I won’t distinguish. That would just be telling too much.

Lots of beds of course – some to note: my partner’s wife’s (uh huh), my sisters, my parents, my grandmothers’
Taco Bell’s bathroom
Pavilion in a public park
In my office of course
In my partner’s office
In Wal-Mart – oh how I wish I could tell you the details of this one
Church
A Water Park – in the water
In the window of a high-rise with the curtains open
An abandoned building
A model house/condo
A mall parking lot
Church parking lot

This hasn’t helped. I should have known better. I hope I’ll get some satisfaction soon so I will have a fresh story for you.

The Slow Fuck

2006-03-19T08:43:00.000-05:00

A few of my sex blogger friends have discussed the slow fuck vs. the hard fuck in recent days (AAG, Madame X). I truly think you can get both from the same man. My mood dictates what I want, which brings me to this morning….

It’s cold and rainy. I slept in, which is strange for me, but woke up incredibly horny. I remember distinctively dreaming about rolling around in a bed with another woman – soft skin, hard nipples, wet pussy. Now that I’m awake though, it isn’t a woman I want, it’s you.

I first reach between my legs and feel of my pussy. Yes, wet and ready. I take a moment to finger myself, enjoying the sleepy pleasure, considering just taking care of myself, but knowing your hard cock would feel so much better. I reach for you in the warmth of our bed. You’re hard already too, even though you’re still sound asleep. I wonder what you’re dreaming. Are you dreaming of me? Maybe you’re dreaming about me and that same other woman. That turns me on even more. I free you from your boxers, taking extra caution so not to wake you. I want you to wake when you’re cumming inside of me.

I gently slide over on top of you, still under the covers of our bed. I hover for a minute, smiling, enjoying my naughty surprise. I take my hand and softly glide you into me. It is so gradual that even I’m surprised when you’ve filled me. With my knees on either side of you and my hands on the headboard, I begin our slow fuck. My long legs are again an advantage. You sigh a few times, but otherwise stay asleep. I take my time. The pace is so measured and deliberate. I don’t care if it takes hours. I don’t even really care if I cum. I just want this pleasure – the feel of you inside of me. It is that lack of concern that I believe adds to the enjoyment. With my left hand still bracing me on the headboard, I take my right hand a begin rolling my nipples. The tingle goes straight to my clit.

I feel you building inside of me, growing and getting closer. I sit up completely and begin rocking back and forth, with my full weight on you. This gives me access to my clit, which is waiting for permission to cum. With one stroke from my middle finger, I let loose – hot, juices covering you, my pussy clutching your cock, causing you to finally give in as well. As your body stiffens and you fill me with your load your eyes pop wide open and meet mine.

“Good morning baby. How did you sleep?”

My New Toy

2006-03-17T18:03:00.000-05:00

I'm venturing from my normal stories, but I just simply must share. Have you ever cum so hard that you thought you might just die from the experience?

I've had a couple of weeks of just over the top horniness. I mean I'm just rolling in it. The thoughts of a nice hard cock are seriously consuming me. I won't mislead you. I've gotten off alone several times, damn near daily, but my alone orgasms just aren't as good as my with-someone-else orgasms.

Today I got a new toy. A wonderful new toy. I might just be in love with my new toy. Our first time was so wonderful. He's lifelike and soft and flexible and long and hard and oh so wonderful. Did I mention that he's wonderful?

It took us a few minutes to aquaint ourselves. I was a little shy. He was a little uncertain as to what to do first, then next. Before long though we were old friends. He took me to a new level. He took me to that place that usually only a real dick can take me. Now don't misunderstand, I'm not giving up the real dick. Let's not get hasty, but right now I'm very, very satisified. I hope it will last me a while or at least until tomorrow.

Guest Post

2006-03-14T12:57:00.000-05:00

I had a very nice email a few days ago from someone anonymous. They offered a guest post from a male perspective. I really enjoyed it and since they offered, I will be glad to take...

The view from the other side.

My phone rings. It is "her" ring. The one I tell others is one I can never ignore. Some people think it is my business hot line. Some think it is reserved for family emergencies. She and I know the truth. "Can you meet me?" "I can be there in an hour". I clear off my desk, tell my boss something has come up (which is very true) and head for an afternoon that promises to be full of surprises.

When I arrive she meets me naked. I love that. She is immediately on her knees struggling to get to my dick which is getting harder every second. As soon as it is free she takes me into her mouth and begins a slow delicious blow job that I wish will never end. Licking me from top to bottom, playing with my balls, and then slowly swallowing every inch that I have, she never ceases to thrill me. I am in wonder as I look down and see her big brown eyes looking up at me as she sucks my cock deeper and deeper down her throat. There is a place at the back of her throat that feels just as good as her pussy and we are headed there right now. I could cum right now and be sure she would take every drop and lick me clean. Maybe later but it is my time.

I pull her from her knees and strip quickly. She knows what is coming as I suck her rock hard nipples and finger her pussy. She is dripping wet and that is just what I want to taste. As I lay her down and spread her pussy open with my thumbs, I am once again amazed. I lick the lips and stick my tongue in. That place wants something longer and harder which I promise will be coming soon. Right now all I want to do is suck and lick her clit. She starts to rock back and forth on my face as I eat her. I try to lick every bit of her dry but she keeps getting wetter and wetter. Finally, her low moans turn into a scream. I feel her tense as she grabs the sheets wraps her thighs tightly around me and cums until I am almost drowned. I savor every drop.

Not to miss a beat, she pulls me up onto her and I slid my dick into her hot pussy. There is no resistance as I slid in all the way until my balls are resting on her ass. She sits up, eyes wide open and begins to rock back and forth. I play with her by changing the rhythm of our fucking. Short strokes just at the edge of her cunt. Followed by hard thrusts into her depths. Pulling out to the very edge and playing with her clit. I could cum right now but she wants more.

Quickly she rolls over and presents her magnificent ass and pussy to me. I get to choose the path today. Right now, it is her pussy that needs the most attention. I take a few good licks of her asshole just to promise that I will be back and then I plunge as deep into her wet pussy as I can. The moans keep rolling. She is on one wave of orgasm after another. Never quite peaking but never quite coming all the way down. There are no rhythm games now, just long deep strokes. I wet my finger and stick it into her ass. She cums loudly. I can stand it no longer. I can only manage calling out the first syllable of her name. She knows I am cumming and cumming hard. Wave after wave comes over me as I shoot my load as deeply into her as I can. Finally I am exhausted.

We roll over. This is the time I love the most. Soft kisses to her eyelids. Light touches of our lips together. Teasing each other with the tips of our tongues. She does not get up and wash my passion away like it is unclean. She knows that I will be down there to clean her up soon enough. I notice her nipples need some more attention and move to kiss her whole breast but it is too large for my mouth. Her breathing is picking up as my hand wanders down to her dripping pussy.

It is going to be an interesting afternoon.

Forbidden

2006-03-09T10:59:00.000-05:00

There’s just something about the forbidden, something about sneaking around. I keep a blanket in my car. I’m glad. Because the last time we met was at an abandoned building. He owns the building, but we certainly weren’t supposed to be there, certainly not doing what we were doing.

We spread the blanket out on the floor in one of the rooms and I started to undress. He shook his head at me and said, “No baby just lay here with me. I need to hold you today.” I was glad.

See, I need a balance. I need to be reminded from time to time that he doesn’t really see me as the slut I play. I love the saying “Lady on the street, freak in the bed.” I like being the freak, I love being the freak. I also want to be the lady. I don’t just want to be the trashy whore. I want to play all the parts. Even though I know I never really will.

So, I curled up in his arms and we just lay there for the longest time holding each other, touching each other through our clothes and kissing. I say it over and over, but I love the kisses. That’s how I know its a real connection. I could have sex with anyone really. I could probably have pretty good sex with a lot of people, but I’ll never have the passionate kisses that he gives me with anyone else. I know that in the depths of me.

At some point his hand made its way into my pants. He was only really rubbing my belly, occasionally dipping a little lower to feel the hairless mound above my pussy. He likes it smooth. I like to please him. I returned his motions by unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. It actually took longer than I wanted as I was working with my left hand. (It just isn’t as talented as the right.) When I finally reached my prize, he’s hard, but not nearly to the capacity that I know he has. I licked the end of my finger and made slow circles on the head of his cock. I stopped my tease to move to his balls, massaging gently, and rubbing under them all the way back to his ass. He likes it. He’s told me, but even if he hadn’t I would know by his breathing and the evidence of a truly hard cock at full potential. And oh, what potential.

I inched my way down his chest and positioned myself on my knees between his legs. First licking his balls and then making my way slowly up the shaft, I enjoyed taking my time. I took pleasure in watching him while I took all of him in my mouth. That expression is indescribable. Want. Wonder. Perhaps even appreciation. See, I know without him saying the words. I’m giving him something he doesn’t get anywhere else. She is good enough to take his name, bear his children, and spend his money. She’s good enough to make demands and express jealousy. She is too good however to suck his cock or give him the pleasure that I am all too eager to give him.

I continue sucking him really with the intention of getting him off just like that, but I’m so turned on I’m aching to feel his hard cock buried inside of me. I want him. He was lying on his back on the blanket. I stopped sucking and stood up over him. A big smile was on his face. Without speaking a word, I took off my pants and straddled him, still standing. The anticipation makes it so much better. With a leg on either side I began to kind of crouch over him, barely letting his dick feel my pussy. I was so wet. I was teasing him and he eventually had enough and grabbed my thighs, pulling me down hard on him. I nearly came right then. It felt so good. Almost immediately I started bouncing. I pulled my shirt over my head and let set my breasts free so he could watch them jiggle while I bounced up and down on his cock. It was fast and hard. So hard. So deep. When I came it was in a torrent. Juices ran all over him. I feel to one side, trying to catch my breath, but he had no intentions of giving me a break.

He sat up and grabbed my ankles, flipping me on my stomach. “Get on your knees. Head. Down.” Oh YES! I hadn’t recovered at all from the hard orgasm I’d just had and he was taking me from behind. Only for a minute though until he pulled out and said “I want to fuck that ass. Who’s ass is this?” It’s yours baby. You take it however you want it.

His cock was wet from my pussy. He fingered my ass a little to get it ready and then began to slide his cock in. It was so good. Pleasure and pain. He started with slow, easy stokes but built up to hard, throbbing fucking. I fell from my knees onto my stomach with him on top of me still pounding my ass. My back was still arched and my head thrown back. So tight. So good. When he came a long moan came from his mouth and I felt hot cum shooting into my ass, then all over my back.

Maybe I’m the whore after all. That’s okay. I bet he’s thinking about the whore right now.

Changing the Profile Pic

2006-03-06T09:08:00.000-05:00

Update - There was a tie from the original, but I think I'm going with the third. I like it, and I think she looks like me a little...Thanks for your opinions!

Killing an afternoon

2006-03-03T15:16:00.000-05:00

Once in a while I need to get away. I need to leave the demands of work and home and escape to a world that is mine and only mine. I need a world of pleasure not pressure. I need a release that I can’t get on my own. It’s on these days that I make a simple call to a trusted friend who is all too willing to provide for my needs.

One call to my friend and an email to my coworkers…”I’ve got something I need to take care of this afternoon – see you tomorrow.” That’s all it takes. It’s really quite simple. From there I get in my car and travel to a neighboring town, where no one will know me. Sometimes I get so excited in those 20 minutes that I find myself fingering my pussy on the way, building the excitement of the forbidden. More than once I’ve completely removed my panties before arriving simply to soak up all the juices on my fingers.

When there, I check into the same hotel. I’ve been there more than a couple of times. In fact, I sometimes recognize the clerks. They don’t ask why I’m there, although I’m sure they know at this point. After all, I have no intentions of being quiet when I get to my room. Another phone call with the room number is quickly followed by a knock on the door.

Most of the time I meet him completely naked. He likes that. It’s what he prefers. Sometimes though I feel the need to taunt him and leave everything on. It’s on these days that I slowly take each piece of clothing off, teasing him as I go. Not today though. Today I’m waiting naked. I’m so horny. I don’t want the games or the foreplay. I just want to be fucked – hard and fast. After the initial release we can slow things down, but not at first. I know what I want and how I want it.

When the door closes behind him he grabs me and kisses me with the kind of passion that time builds. Our kisses are perfect. It has always been my belief that kissing is a sign of the type of love making you’ll have. Our kisses are so good. I swear that given enough time I could probably cum just from his tongue in my mouth. It’s so amazing and his lips feel so good.

In a matter of minutes his clothes are in the floor in a messy pile near mine and I’m on my knees, my preferred place. Sucking cock is my favorite thing. I mean it. I love the feel of a hard dick in my mouth. He seems to like the fact that I like it too. I trace my tongue from below his balls up, taking time to lick his sack, sucking just a little. I like to watch him watching me as I move from his balls all the way up his shaft to the head. I could spend hours there. I look forward to the taste of the precum and I can usually count on it being there by the time I take all of his cock in my mouth. I feel the increase in his breathing and hear the occasional moan slip from under his breath. It encourages me to keep going, stopping from time to time to let him build up again.

He rarely lets me finish him then. He knows I will. He knows I love to feel his hot cum in my mouth, but he also knows I want to be fucked. I want to reap the benefits of what I’ve sown. I want him inside of me, pounding, throbbing. At some point he will pull me off of him and ask me what I want. He knows, but he loves to hear me say the words. “Fuck me! Fuck me now!”

I like it from behind. I love to bend over the edge of the bed and be taken like an animal. He doesn’t have to get me ready because I’m already dripping wet, but he teases me just a little with the head of his cock. He even laughs a little when I beg him to give it all to me. He wants me to want it more than anything. And I do. Finally, I back up to a point that he can’t resist me anymore and he rams into my tight pussy. The juices are flowing, but it still feels so snug. The pressure is wonderful. What feels even better is when he wets one of his fingers and begins fingering my ass at the same time. The combination of his balls slapping against me, his hard dick inside of me and the finger in my ass is all I need to go right over the edge. After only a few strokes I’m screaming in pleasure because I’m cumming so hard. He doesn’t stop though. He just keeps fucking me just like I want, pulling my hair, making me arch my back. My legs are shaking and my entire body is going limp but he’s still fucking me. OH GOD it’s wonderful! It’s just the release I need.

When he’s almost there he tells me. “Baby, I’m gonna cum. Where do you want it?” I want it in my mouth and on my face. He knows. I like tasting myself on him as he shoots hot cum all in my mouth, dripping down my chin. I savor every drop of it.

It’s only then that we actually get into bed. Really not much time has passed at all and we have all afternoon to kill. We needed to get that first animal fuck out of the way and now we can spend the remaining hours just slowing pleasuring each other. After a few minutes of rest he will get right on that. He knows I need cleaning up and he’ll slowly make his way down my body from my still hard nipples all the way to my pussy where he’ll try to lick all of my juices up. When I’m still so sensitive his tongue on my pussy lips and circling my clit is invigorating. He’s gentle at first, then very firm until I’m wiggling and squirming and cumming again. Oh how I wish there was a vibrator made that really felt that way!

Our afternoons go on for hours – sometimes four or five. I’m exhausted afterwards, but relaxed in a way that I can’t begin to describe. Then for days afterwards I replay the events in my head with every muscle ache and bruise. They are my little secret reminders of a stolen afternoon. I wish I had some today.

My First Time...Pt 1

2006-02-28T19:19:00.000-05:00

I was asked to describe my "first time" from another site. The first time I came was not very entertaining, the first time I had sex was wonderful, but I'm not ready to tell the story. The first and only time I was with a woman seemed newsworthy so....

When I was a freshman in college I lived in a coed dorm. Sounds fun huh? Oh yeah. Unfortunately though, I got engaged shortly after starting to school and did not date while I was there. As a side note, I knew even then I was marrying the wrong man, but that's another story. I became friends with the resident assistant on another floor, Scott, and one night when my roommate locked me out I knocked on his door and asked for help. He offered his bed (how nice) and he slept on the couch. Really.

Sometime during the night we began talking and I confessed to him that I knew I was getting married for all the wrong reasons. I even told him that I wasn't sexually attracted to my fiance and how much I missed sex. He offered to help. That night he pleasured me in the most amazing ways, but refused to let me so much as touch him. He said as long as I wore another man's diamond that I couldn't completely have him. Pretty strange huh? That night he made me cum over and over again with his hands and his tongue and finally jerked himself off as the morning came. Our relationship continued for several weeks. In addition to the wonderful releases he gave me, we became great friends.

As the weeks passed, I felt more and more guilty. I wanted so badly to make him feel as good as he made me feel and told him over and over again. He continued to refuse, but after a few months he offered me an opportunity to clear the slate.

Scott was also friends with a girl, Heather, that lived in the same dorm. Heather was openly a lesbian. She was beautiful. She had long blonde hair and a great body. The guys on campus always talked about what a waste it was. Mean, I know. We'd met on several occasions and she had confided in him how attracted she was to me. And so the story begins...Scott asked me to be with Heather and let him watch. It was his ultimate fantasy.

The night we met I was really nervous. I had no idea what to expect. I'd never even seen girl/girl porn and found myself wanting to back out. We met in Scott's room and had several drinks, turned on music and tried to relax. Finally, Scott gave Heather a knowing look and took a seat on the couch. Heather took me by the hand and led me to the bed. My heart was racing.

She leaned over close to me and whispered in my ear, "Don't do anything you aren't comfortable with and tell me if you want to stop. Relax and we'll take this really slow. Try to forget he's even here." That was all I needed. Suddenly any reservation I had was gone. (The beer probably helped too.)

My First Time...Pt 2

2006-02-27T12:59:00.000-05:00

She was so calm and purposeful with her touches and words. I remember thinking that it was the first time a woman had ever told me I was sexy and I believed her. When she pulled my shirt over my head and unhooked my bra it seemed very natural and when I felt her bare skin press against my back, aware of her hard nipples it intrigued me. Again, I was experiencing something I never had before.

She first cupped my breasts and started to gently roll my nipples with her fingers. It was so soft, almost like my own touch. Her lips on the back of my neck were also soft – not that a man’s lips are rough. It was just different. When I finally turned around I was definitely into the moment. It was so very sexy. I found myself wanting to kiss her, wanting to know what her mouth would feel like, wanting to taste her.

The kiss was sensual. It was long and deep. I couldn’t get enough of it. And I was so into it that I don’t even remember how the rest of my clothes, or hers came off. I just know that it wasn’t long before I felt her hands dancing on the inside of my thighs. When her fingers finally found my pussy I couldn’t wait for her to touch me. Her touch was so different from a man. It was like touching myself only without the knowledge of where it would go. It was like she knew instinctively just what I wanted and when. She quickly found my clit and circled and flicked and teased it until I was so close to cumming. She put one finger in my pussy and played with my ass. Everything felt so wonderful. Each time I was right at that point of no return she would stop and let me build up again.

At some point, we stopped kissing and she stopped fingering me to whisper in my ear again. “I want to taste your pussy. Can I?” Oh Yes! That was when my eyes flew wide open and I saw Scott again. I’d almost forgotten he was in the room. He was so silent. He never said a word, but the look on his face and massive erection were all I needed to see to know that he was getting just what he wanted.

Heather moved down the bed and spread my legs far apart. She prompted me to turn my hips so that Scott could have the best view of what was about to happen. She slowly kissed the inside of my thighs until she reached my pussy. I was already so wet. I think as soon as her tongue touched my slit I started to cum and by the time she found my clit I was over the edge. I came so hard it was like a wave of pleasure that kept rolling over and over me. My legs were shaking and my whole body tingled. Heather stayed between my legs and gently blew warm air on my pussy. It was amazing. When the shaking stopped she moved up my body and laid her head on my stomach. I was spent and I hadn’t done a thing. It was feeling I’d never felt before and haven’t felt since. With her head on my stomach she found her own pussy and quickly brought herself the same release. I know at some point Scott had done the same, but I didn’t see him as it happened.

Afterwards we all fell asleep in bed together – me in the middle – and the next morning I got up and went back to my room, showered and went to class. Scott and I continued to see each other after that, but we were never intimate again. He wanted a real relationship and I just couldn’t give it to him. I saw Heather a few times and always felt really awkward, but she would just smile and go on.

So that’s my “first” story. Sorry it’s not more exciting. No strap-ons or really kinky stuff. It initially bothered me that I enjoyed being with Heather so much. I wondered if I was even a lesbian. I know though that nothing takes the place of good hard cock. Then, part of me regrets not being more involved. I only touched her a little. I was too scared. I would really like to be with a woman again – if there was a man there too. While I was really satisfied with Heather, if would have been nice to have someone to really fuck me after we had played a while. I think a threesome would be the best of both worlds. Maybe one day…

My Dream

2006-02-25T09:14:00.000-05:00

I had the most delicious dream...

I was in the tub with all the bubbles. It was warm. Candles were burning. Its my one escape when the day in over. Its during these baths that I close my eyes and escape. I find myself dreaming of another time and fantasizing of other places. Most nights my hands slip under the warm water and find the folds of my pussy. This night was no different. With my eyes closed I was gently massaging, feeling myself grow more and more aroused. I hadn't even parted my lips or begun to rub my clit. I was just enjoying my own touch on my body. With my left hand I found one nipple and tugged, just a little. I love the tingling sensation that I get from having my nipples pinched.

I was so into my fantasy that I didn't even sense the presense of someone else in the room until I felt your hand brush my cheek. My eyes popped open to see you standing there by the tub complete erect. I wonder how long you'd been standing there. I started to sit up, but you nodded your head telling me to stay and finish. So I continued pleasuring myself while you watched until I was so close I couldn't stand it anymore.

I raised up out of the water and got on my knees in front of you. Your cock was so hard. It was begging for my lips. I kept one hand between my own legs, still enjoying my own touch, alternating between rubbing my clit and inserting 2 fingers in my pussy. I first licked your balls - one at a time, from the bottom almost back to your ass to the top. Then I traced my tongue from the base of your cock to the tip, taking extra time to lick the head where the precum had already appeared. I love to taste your cock. I love the feel of it in my mouth. The more I took in the more I excited I became. My pussy was dripping wet, not from the bath, but from my own juices. I sucked harder and harder on your dick and fingered myself harder and harder. When I felt the first burst of hot cum in my mouth it was all I needed to send me over the edge. I felt cum hitting the backing of my throat and my own pussy contracting around my fingers. It was incredible. As I swallowed I felt the last tremor from my own hand. I layed back in the tub trying to catch my breath from the intensity of it all.

When I woke up my hands were covered with my own cum. It was dripping down the inside of my thighs...

Alone at My Parent's House

2006-02-21T16:08:00.000-05:00

My parents were out of town. I haven’t lived in that house for more than 15 years, but when they asked me to come over while they were gone and install the new computer I knew what I wanted. Yes, I’d be glad to set up their new machine. I’d also let a special friend know when I was there. The fantasy of making love in my old bedroom with an old boyfriend was one I just couldn’t pass up.

He told me to leave the door open and be ready. I was nervous. I didn’t do what he said. When he arrived he came in, closed and locked the door behind him. He found me in sis’ room and was not happy that I didn’t do what I was told. He stood behind me, unbuttoned my jeans and pushed them, along with my panties down. He told me to bend over and grab my ankles. I knew what was coming and I was so excited. With every slap to my ass I grew more and more wet. The sting of his hand on my skin was soothed each time with a kiss and a lick. After every few kisses came a bite. Oh, how I love those bites.

He told me to get undressed and I finally convinced him to go into my room. Laying there on the bed, fully exposed he paused a minute to look at me. I love him looking at me. I love the look in his eyes when he’s filled with desire. I love the fullness of his lips and wish I felt them on me all the time. From there he told me to roll over and get up on my hands and knees. On the edge of the bed, now knowing what was next I felt his tongue. My pussy was so wet already. He knows just what I like. He does all the right things. I would soon feel the head of his cock, teasing me, making me want it more and more. I rocked, backing up more and more on him until he couldn’t wait anymore. He wanted it too. “What do you want baby?” “Fuck me,” I whispered. “What?” “Fuck Me! Fuck Me Now!” The feeling of him inside of me is unlike any other. No one feels as good. No one fits like him. The rhythm is perfect and when he starts to finger my ass in time as well I cum so hard that it leaves me breathless. Cum soaking him, running down my thighs. I fall forward on the bed in complete satisfaction. He curled up beside me, stroking my neck and my hair.

Then he told me what would happen next as he pulled my hair. He told me its time to play. I love playing. He wants to play rough. He wants me to fight. I’m more than willing to play along. Only this time, the fighting doesn’t last long. We start that way, but at some point can’t continue. I think we were both so consumed with our passion that we wanted to just make love. The roughness and resistance transitioned to steady, deliberate love making. My legs were wrapped around his ass, my arms around his back. We were rocking slowly, just enjoying every stroke. And kissing. Yes, kissing. Deep, tender, kisses that you only have with the perfect partner. I’ve never treasured kisses like I do his. They are giving and passionate and loving.

Later when we’re dressed he told me that if he had to choose between the kisses and the sex that he would take the kisses. I’m glad I don’t have to choose.

We went to lunch and parted ways. I went back to my parents to finish the job I started, but a few hours later I went to his house and we made love again. I think if we had more than a few stolen hours we would kill each other. I can’t think of a better way to go.

Why can’t I get enough of him? Why am I consumed with him? Where will this all take me?

Wanting Me

2006-02-14T17:02:00.000-05:00

You want me again. Its almost funny how after we've been together I'm forgotten for a few days - even though you say you never forget me. It's been over a week since we've actually seen each other. You're calling be everyday now. You want it. You want me. The thoughts of tasting my pussy and feeling my lips around your hard cock are consuming you again. It consumes me too. I play like I'm fine without you, but deep down its all I think about.

Our phone conversation a few nights ago was intense. We talked about our fantasies. We replayed mine of being taken in force. I came so hard thinking about you pounding into me from behind, pulling my hair, biting me. I love that role. I love being in your control. It makes me so hot I can hardly contain it. When the fantasy had played out I was laying breathless on my bed with cum covering both my hands.

And then you told me a fantasy you hadn't trusted with me before. You told me about your wish to trade roles. You want to be submissive. This is a game I haven't played before, but the thoughts of it brought another orgasm so quick I didn't know what to do. Cum was running down my thighs. I was overtaken with the pleasure of it all. Spikey boots and handcuffs, making you my slave? I'm so excited.

I need help with this fantasy. I want to do it right. I hope someone can give me some tips to make this an awesome experience for you...

Needing me again

2006-02-06T14:12:00.000-05:00

I'd given up on you. I didn't think you were coming. I had almost gone to sleep and decided staying in the hotel was a waste of my time and money. When the phone rang I almost jumped. Why do I do that? Why do I anticipate your touch and your tongue so much?

The knock on the door came quickly. I was ready for bed. My hair down. A little black chemise and black panties on. You were shaking from the cold outside. We quickly got into the bed to warm up after you had undressed. Warmth came quickly. And so did I after you told me to roll onto my stomach and be very still. The feel of you pulling off my panties, running your fingers between my legs, finding my already wet pussy was wonderful. I love the roughness of your day old beard on my back.

Then for you to tell me that you are going to do something very special for me was an even greater surprise than you showing up at all. Your tongue seperating my pussy lips and finding my clit is the greatest pleasure. With one finger in my ass and one in my pussy I cum harder than any other way. You know that don't you? That's why you tease me - a little at a time, bringing me so close and then backing off.

Two hours of passion. Two hours of not sex, but love making. Two hours and then you're gone.

Now, I'll spend weeks replaying it in my mind until you need me again. Oh, how I wish you needed me again right now.

You own me

2006-01-12T16:48:00.000-05:00

I think you always will. In many ways that excites me and in many ways it terrifies me. I know deep down that our relationship is wrong, but that makes me want it even more, want you even more. I'm such a bad girl, but you love it so much...

It started all those years ago. I was so young. I can still remember the first time you ventured your hands into my pants. I still remember when your fingers explored my tight little virgin pussy. I loved it so much. That's when you took control. That's when you took me as yours. I remember the first time I took you in my hand and then you gently pushed on the back of head, guiding my mouth onto your hard cock in the seat of your truck. I loved it. It felt so good in my mouth. Your precum tasted to good. I loved the way you smelled, the way you responded as I changed my movements, the moans and gasps that came from your mouth. You taught me what was good based on how your wonderful cock grew harder with each stoke. You owned me. You still do.

And today, nearly 20 years later you call me and say "Meet me now." What do I do? I practically race to you to play a game we've never played before. Today we played a very bad game. A game where we took things to extremes. I was your bad little girl. You forced your hard cock inside of my sweet little pussy again only this time with me fighting you and pretending I didn't want it. You pulled my hair and spanked my ass and all the time I begged you to stop. I begged forgiveness for being a bad girl and you punished me by treating me like the whore that I am. You were rough with me. I have the marks as a reminder. I love it. I was so wet and I came harder than I think I ever have before. Now, hours later, I'm sitting at my desk and I feel the moisture between my legs again...

My Secret Life

2005-11-28T16:59:00.000-05:00

I'm a "normal" 30 something year old woman. You see me in line at the grocery store, in church, at ballet class. You see me with my husband in restaurants and community events. I love my family - my husband and my children - BUT I have a secret. There's a side of me they will never see. There's a side of me that keeps me sane. That side is spontaneous and daring and very, very sexual. I will tell you about that side here.