"Force me," I said. "Force me to suck your dick. Force it down my throat. Push my head, make take it." I was kneeling on the bed, eyeliner and mascara on. I wanted him to see it run down my face.
His cock was already hard from tonguing my pussy earlier. I love his tongue on my pussy, but when he sticks it in me, wraps his hands around the outside of my legs, and pushes in until his face is up against my body and then starts wiggling his head, I completely lose it. I go from moaning slightly to a squirming, howling mess. He'll stay in me until his tongue is coated in my come. Then he'll pull out, take a few breaths and let my body still, and do it again.
And now it was my turn. I looked up at his face. He's always timid about really forcing his cock down my throat. He knows how sensitive my gag reflex can be and I think he's afraid of pushing me too far. Tonight, I wanted to be pushed.
His hard cock stood out at me and I started to lightly suck it, working my way from head down toward the base. Each bob of my head took me a bit closer as I let my saliva wet him and my tongue swirl at that spot he loves. His legs bowed slightly as I made my way. His left hand reached back for our headboard to help steady himself as he stood on the mattress. I appreciated the choice of the mattress - it made my knees feel so much better than the floor.
I started to slide down more onto his cock, right to the point where my gag reflex would be triggered. I choked and pulled up, leaving a trail of spit stringing between his dick and my lips. I took a couple of deep breaths and looked up into his eyes. He was staring down at me, watching. I closed my eyes and pushed back down onto his dick, gagging again. More spit. Again. Again. His right hand gently rubbed the back of my head, letting me work up my throat and gain control over my gagging.
I took a deep breath, and then pressed full onto his cock, pushing into my throat. I always struggle with keeping my throat open, and I felt his cock stop, blocked. And then his hand pushed me, and his cock forced itself into me.
Air cut off, slight pain of being stretched in the way I love, my body wanted to push away and yet I wouldn't allow it. I choked against him for a bit, and then he released me. I came up, gasping for air. A huge intake of breath followed by an exhale. Tears on the side of my eyes, waiting to fall. His cock was covered in thick, throaty cum. Back into my mouth for a few shallow bobs of my head, and I pushed down again, and he pushed me further. It went easier this time, but I had to fight my body for control.
A tear fell down my face as he released my head and I gasped for air again. On and on he forced me, making me stay longer than I wanted to. Pushing me sooner than I expected. Doing exactly as I wanted him to. As I asked him to.
Spit ran down my chin, mascara and eyeliner ran down my cheeks and smeared onto his belly as my body struggled against his. He played with my breathing and held me even when my hands pushed him away. I looked up and him and he watched my wet face with muted interest. His pleasure was all that was important and my discomfort was part of that pleasure.
"You've become quite a cock slut, haven't you?"
I looked into his eyes. "I always was," and then slid my mouth back onto his sensitive dick. Each bob and lick was met with soft moans from his mouth.
In the end, we pushed my gags too far and decided to change from the deep throating. He ordered me to my desk where I was to live-tweet the sex we were having. He still didn't make it easy by making me squirt (on our carpet!) and then pulling my hair so I couldn't see the keyboard and barely the screen.
It made for one hell of a fucking, and neither of us cared we missed the first 10 minutes of the Superbowl. Sometimes you just need to be used.
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Thursday, August 16, 2012
Why you should follow me on twitter
If you follow me on twitter, you get extra details on sex, like the list of tweets below from yesterday morning.
Bi and Bi
Bi and Bi
Between last nights orgasms and this morning, I'm spoiled.
Also, when I finally got up this morning I said, "That was pleasant" and BF almost fell over laughing at me.
O counts: after work masturbation: 1, before bed via oral: 2, this morning via PIV sex: 4.
My last orgasm this morning was the best vaginal orgasm I've ever had... EVER.
Oh and last night I didn't make him beg to cum as much as I just ate his asshole with complete lust.
And then I totally broke safe sex rules and switched
from eating ass to sucking cock. Both were fresh from shower but got
carried away
Not often I just lose myself in the moment but I
couldn't stop doing one or the other and he didn't complain at all.
In the end he came growling my name pushing my head
down on his cock with such force I gagged on his cock with cum pouring
down my throat
Last night he made me cum by sticking his tongue up
my vagina and thrusting his face into me. Then holding my body to him.
so HOT.
I don't think I've ever struggled so much to get him
away from my pussy, but he glued his mouth to me. Most of the time
tongue on clit
Finally I had to push his head away as even after my
orgasm he wouldn't stop and I was just screaming until my mouth and
throat were dry
Later I stopped my asshole eating/cock sucking to
make him tongue fuck me again by sitting on his face. I kept calling him
"good boy"
This morning started with me bending over the bed
and him fucking me until I squirted... and then he really started
fucking me.
I love the feeling of my squirt dripping down my
legs... and he stopped to make sure I covered his dick in it before
resuming the fucking
Something about the angle was making me queef but we
didn't care - he just fucked harder. Pushing in all the way, then
slowly rotating hips
I swear at some point I could distinguish the thick
vein in his cock rubbing up against my vagina. I begged for more.
Eventually he had me flip over and the look of his
eyes shutting in pleasure when he slid into me..... mmmmm. Beautiful and
sexy.
He ended up laying his head on my breast and kissing
me while just slowly thrusting. So soft compared to earlier, but so
hot.
I came twice on him and he moaned as we both felt my
pussy squeezing on his cock in me. My body trembled beneath him.
And then the big orgasm of the morning: fast and
deep thrusts spaced far apart. I felt it build in me before releasing
and squeezing him
Screaming, arms around him, he started to cum and I
ended up biting and kissing his lips as my orgasm pulsed through me
and then hours later:
BF: I'm gonna give you a punch card for sex. Me:
What do I get when I fill it up? A bonus for free? BF: I dunno, like a
roofie? Me: LOL
Thursday, July 26, 2012
Mentally seduced
Monday I posted a blog post about how we had fallen out of our normal sex routine. We were tired and stressed, myself especially. I couldn't get in the mood; even his masturbation had fallen off its normal routine. We were just weary and sex was so far from our priority.
Irony of ironies, he started sexting me at work that day. Well, at first it was just texts about how he wanted me, but he was respecting my exhaustion level and didn't want to pressure me in any way to add to my stress. I couldn't help but smile at his complete concern for me. I told him that I loved that, and I had certainly notice his restraint. Rather than masturbating at night, he was holding me on his chest as we fell asleep together. He never mentioned sex or questioned my complete lack of interest in his body.
I told him that I loved his caring for me, but I kinda wanted to be pursued. Convince me, try to change my mind... in other words, fight for it. In a weird way, I didn't him to stand aside and wait for me to catch up. I wanted him to fight for it.
This strikes me as rather an insecure, as if I needed him to prove he was still interested in me. I know better, but sometimes old demons of low self esteem come back to haunt you at your darkest times.
As soon as I told him to pursue me, he started sexting me. He turned me on with words, and I felt myself get very wet, anticipating my arrival home.
Some of the sexts:
I want to play with your clit boner.
Last week I wanted to get home to relax before going back to work for a couple of hours; I couldn't even think about that now. All I wanted was him.
I got home and we went almost straight to bed. He started slow, kissing me and cuddling me. He told me he loved me and let his hands wander, complimenting my body. At some point, his hand started to move down my body, slowly. His fingers found my pussy and his middle finger found my clit. My favorite way to orgasm is with my clit, and a handjob is one of my most preferred.
Maybe it was the full month without his hand making me cum. Maybe it was just the dry spell in general. He hit all the right spots. He held me while he made my body twitch and respond to his subtle movements. He held his finger on my clit, not moving, and let me pulse and respond to the tease. He jerked on my clit like he was jacking me off. He told me my clit was so big it might as well be a dick in his fingers. He had three fingers pulling on my clit, making me cry out and beg to cum. On and on until I came screaming.
A minute or two of rest before I started stroking his cock in return. I had played with it while he played with me, but I really wanted him to come. And now I was really cock hungry.
I didn't waste my time. I pulled his dick into my mouth. It had been weeks, too many weeks. I rolled my tongue up and down his soft cock, feeling it get harder the longer I played with it.
And then suddenly he was hard, and I was deep throating him. His hand was grabbing a fist of my hair at the back of my skull and he was in complete control of my mouth. He fucked my mouth by forcing my head down, cutting off my air supply. He made me hold my breath as he fucked deep in my mouth.
I controlled my gag reflex pretty well, only pulling up a couple of times for more air. I was his to use, and when he didn't want to hold my hair any more, I still pushed his dick down my throat. I flicked my tongue up his cock while I held it in my mouth. I sucked on the head of his penis, making him beg for more, more!
He came down my throat and I sucked him off until he forced my head to still, dick down my throat still.
Dry spell broken.
We repeated the same routine Tuesday night.
Irony of ironies, he started sexting me at work that day. Well, at first it was just texts about how he wanted me, but he was respecting my exhaustion level and didn't want to pressure me in any way to add to my stress. I couldn't help but smile at his complete concern for me. I told him that I loved that, and I had certainly notice his restraint. Rather than masturbating at night, he was holding me on his chest as we fell asleep together. He never mentioned sex or questioned my complete lack of interest in his body.
I told him that I loved his caring for me, but I kinda wanted to be pursued. Convince me, try to change my mind... in other words, fight for it. In a weird way, I didn't him to stand aside and wait for me to catch up. I wanted him to fight for it.
This strikes me as rather an insecure, as if I needed him to prove he was still interested in me. I know better, but sometimes old demons of low self esteem come back to haunt you at your darkest times.
As soon as I told him to pursue me, he started sexting me. He turned me on with words, and I felt myself get very wet, anticipating my arrival home.
Some of the sexts:
I want to play with your clit boner.
I want to sniff your pussy.
I'm going to jack off your clit boner like a little cock. Last week I wanted to get home to relax before going back to work for a couple of hours; I couldn't even think about that now. All I wanted was him.
I got home and we went almost straight to bed. He started slow, kissing me and cuddling me. He told me he loved me and let his hands wander, complimenting my body. At some point, his hand started to move down my body, slowly. His fingers found my pussy and his middle finger found my clit. My favorite way to orgasm is with my clit, and a handjob is one of my most preferred.
Maybe it was the full month without his hand making me cum. Maybe it was just the dry spell in general. He hit all the right spots. He held me while he made my body twitch and respond to his subtle movements. He held his finger on my clit, not moving, and let me pulse and respond to the tease. He jerked on my clit like he was jacking me off. He told me my clit was so big it might as well be a dick in his fingers. He had three fingers pulling on my clit, making me cry out and beg to cum. On and on until I came screaming.
A minute or two of rest before I started stroking his cock in return. I had played with it while he played with me, but I really wanted him to come. And now I was really cock hungry.
I didn't waste my time. I pulled his dick into my mouth. It had been weeks, too many weeks. I rolled my tongue up and down his soft cock, feeling it get harder the longer I played with it.
And then suddenly he was hard, and I was deep throating him. His hand was grabbing a fist of my hair at the back of my skull and he was in complete control of my mouth. He fucked my mouth by forcing my head down, cutting off my air supply. He made me hold my breath as he fucked deep in my mouth.
I controlled my gag reflex pretty well, only pulling up a couple of times for more air. I was his to use, and when he didn't want to hold my hair any more, I still pushed his dick down my throat. I flicked my tongue up his cock while I held it in my mouth. I sucked on the head of his penis, making him beg for more, more!
He came down my throat and I sucked him off until he forced my head to still, dick down my throat still.
Dry spell broken.
We repeated the same routine Tuesday night.
Thursday, May 24, 2012
I finally deep-throated him!
Yes, there is an exclamation point at the end of the title to this entry. It's been 11 months in training, research, and above all, PRACTICE to make it to this point. And Monday night, it finally happened.
I've done a ton of research in learning how to deep throat. I never needed to with my ex - his dick didn't trigger my gag reflex. (To all you men who are in a similar situation - it is a LOT easier for a woman to give you a BJ, so please don't feel bad about that!) But research will get you nowhere without practice.
My first BJ that I gave to the boyfriend did not go so well. I was kneeling in the shower - uncomfortable for me, hard for him to stay standing - and the water went cold on us (making it even harder). I was not used to the size of his dick and a little eager to prove my skills, so I pushed myself too far.
(This is the part of the entry where I say that pre-communication about this moment gave us two things. First, I knew that I wanted to make him orgasm from a BJ since he never had before and I took it as a personal challenge of skill. Second, I knew that if I pushed too far and puked he was OK with that and allowing for that possibility allowed me to truly test my limits. Yes it's not very sexy, but puking, washing it away, and continuing right on as if it didn't happen was so sexy to him... and the fact he didn't go limp and make an excuse to get away from me told me that the act was more sexy than this unintentional consequence. And he had been telling me the truth when we discussed the possibility before it ever happened. SO - communication is KEY!)
So the first time didn't go so well. The second time I kneeled between his legs and did it MY way - and orgasm he did! (He also asked me to marry him right afterward... I said no, we'd put that on hold for now.) But that time and every time since, I've tried to push his cock into my throat, and was unable to take all of him in.
At first, I was an inch or so away from the base, where his cock met skin. Sometimes he or I would hold it, squeeze it since my mouth couldn't reach. I read more, and I got closer, little by little. Sometimes I would push too far and I would choke and gag on him. The sound would turn him on. He'd call me a good girl. I focused on minimizing the gag. I tried to cut the time in between gagging and putting him back down to trigger it again - without puking. Every gag would get harder not to puke; sometimes I would just have to take the tip of his cock until my throat calmed down. Sometimes I couldn't calm down and had to stop trying to push myself.
I kept trying. I wanted to do it. I knew that I could. I kept to my normal position, in between his legs. I tried hanging my head off the bed... it made me panicky I couldn't handle it mentally. I tried reversing myself so we were in the traditional 69 position, but I found it uncomfortable and it didn't help the gag reflex.
Two nights ago, he made me cum several times by fingering my G-spot while I had my bullet vibe on my clit. My last orgasm was from my bullet vibe on clit and his tongue in my pussy. Oh bliss...
I was exhausted. We'd had a long weekend, a long drive, and I was tired. It was after 1am and I had to be up at 7 for work. He wanted a spanking and I wasn't up for it. I suggested he jack off onto my face. He had me scoot down on the bed, and kneeled with my head between his legs in a 69 position but him on top rather than me.
He started to jack off, right above my face. I opened my eyes, and saw his balls hanging above my forehead. I leaned up, and sucked one in. He gasped, and his jacking off stopped. I let go of the one, and took the other in my mouth. Delicious dick. I started to lick his cock in long strokes from base to tip.
I normally don't lick cock, I suck it. But it worked last night too well to not lick it. I licked and licked. Then I started to suck. Once I got the cock in my mouth, it slid easily down my throat... very easily. I felt it tickle where it it hit the back of my throat. It was a little dry. While his cock was in my mouth, I spanked him a few times with my free hand. My other hand gripped his hips. I pushed his cock further into me, and started to gag. Then I pushed him out and continued licking again.
I slithered my tongue around and across the length of his cock. He bowed his head down toward my pelvis; I told him to smell my pussy, smell what he had done to me. He did. Large sniffs into my short bush. I continued licking his cock like a long popsicle. It was covered in my spit. I sucked his balls a bit more.
Then I pushed him back into my throat, using my hands to guide his hips. I pushed him deep, and he was all the way in me. I bounced him gently into me and out, then pushed him out a bit more to prevent my gag reflex from kicking in. Then back in deep and I wiggled my head back and forth. Finally, I came up for air. He panted to me, "It feels like you have all of it in..." I told I did. Every bit of it was in... and then to show him, I pushed him in deep again.
I slapped his ass while I held him in my throat. It was easy... until my brain clicked in and then I had to push him out, regain control, and then push him back down. During these moments I would lick and suck every inch of the underside of his cock, paying special attention to that spot just underneath the head of his dick. I repeated this trail of licks, deep throating, and more licking several more times. Then I would travel to the balls, or maybe play with just his cock head to make him flinch, waiting for me to push him back him.
My chin was coated in thick, slimy spit. It was the spit you read about: porn spit. It was everywhere on my lips and chin. His cock was coated in it. When I licked it off, I would cover him again when I pushed him down into my throat and held him there.
He laid his head on my pubic bone, resting. His arms couldn't support him through the sensations I was giving his dick. I pushed him down again and again, holding him there as long as I could. When I came up for air and more cock licking, I started humming a favorite love song of mine. He started groaning into me as I did it.
I kept humming while I pushed him down into my throat - and the sound cutting off was the sexiest silence we've heard. Eventually when I came up for air, I continued humming as if I'd been singing to him all along.
A few quick cycles of my air being cut off and he started to cum. The climax was very slow - he started "oohh.. OHHH... OOHHH..." and I could hear him and feel his body tense. I pushed him down into me as far as he could go, and held him, waiting, slightly wiggling my head. His exclamations grew louder, longer and I started to fear I was out of breath. And then I felt his cock convulse, but felt no cum. It was already down my throat.
He pulled out, and collapsed beside me. "Did I drown you?" he asked, concerned as I lay there panting.
"No, I can just taste it on the back of my tongue, but I barely felt it." I grinned with pride. "So.... did you like it?"
"Oh... baby...." and his eyes shut for a moment.
"That good, huh?" His eyes opened and shut again, smile on his face.
"Yeah, yeah..." and he voice drifted off. I got up to wipe the spit from my face. It literally was dripping off my chin.
Achievement unlocked. I can now deep throat the BF!
I've done a ton of research in learning how to deep throat. I never needed to with my ex - his dick didn't trigger my gag reflex. (To all you men who are in a similar situation - it is a LOT easier for a woman to give you a BJ, so please don't feel bad about that!) But research will get you nowhere without practice.
My first BJ that I gave to the boyfriend did not go so well. I was kneeling in the shower - uncomfortable for me, hard for him to stay standing - and the water went cold on us (making it even harder). I was not used to the size of his dick and a little eager to prove my skills, so I pushed myself too far.
(This is the part of the entry where I say that pre-communication about this moment gave us two things. First, I knew that I wanted to make him orgasm from a BJ since he never had before and I took it as a personal challenge of skill. Second, I knew that if I pushed too far and puked he was OK with that and allowing for that possibility allowed me to truly test my limits. Yes it's not very sexy, but puking, washing it away, and continuing right on as if it didn't happen was so sexy to him... and the fact he didn't go limp and make an excuse to get away from me told me that the act was more sexy than this unintentional consequence. And he had been telling me the truth when we discussed the possibility before it ever happened. SO - communication is KEY!)
So the first time didn't go so well. The second time I kneeled between his legs and did it MY way - and orgasm he did! (He also asked me to marry him right afterward... I said no, we'd put that on hold for now.) But that time and every time since, I've tried to push his cock into my throat, and was unable to take all of him in.
At first, I was an inch or so away from the base, where his cock met skin. Sometimes he or I would hold it, squeeze it since my mouth couldn't reach. I read more, and I got closer, little by little. Sometimes I would push too far and I would choke and gag on him. The sound would turn him on. He'd call me a good girl. I focused on minimizing the gag. I tried to cut the time in between gagging and putting him back down to trigger it again - without puking. Every gag would get harder not to puke; sometimes I would just have to take the tip of his cock until my throat calmed down. Sometimes I couldn't calm down and had to stop trying to push myself.
I kept trying. I wanted to do it. I knew that I could. I kept to my normal position, in between his legs. I tried hanging my head off the bed... it made me panicky I couldn't handle it mentally. I tried reversing myself so we were in the traditional 69 position, but I found it uncomfortable and it didn't help the gag reflex.
Two nights ago, he made me cum several times by fingering my G-spot while I had my bullet vibe on my clit. My last orgasm was from my bullet vibe on clit and his tongue in my pussy. Oh bliss...
I was exhausted. We'd had a long weekend, a long drive, and I was tired. It was after 1am and I had to be up at 7 for work. He wanted a spanking and I wasn't up for it. I suggested he jack off onto my face. He had me scoot down on the bed, and kneeled with my head between his legs in a 69 position but him on top rather than me.
He started to jack off, right above my face. I opened my eyes, and saw his balls hanging above my forehead. I leaned up, and sucked one in. He gasped, and his jacking off stopped. I let go of the one, and took the other in my mouth. Delicious dick. I started to lick his cock in long strokes from base to tip.
I normally don't lick cock, I suck it. But it worked last night too well to not lick it. I licked and licked. Then I started to suck. Once I got the cock in my mouth, it slid easily down my throat... very easily. I felt it tickle where it it hit the back of my throat. It was a little dry. While his cock was in my mouth, I spanked him a few times with my free hand. My other hand gripped his hips. I pushed his cock further into me, and started to gag. Then I pushed him out and continued licking again.
I slithered my tongue around and across the length of his cock. He bowed his head down toward my pelvis; I told him to smell my pussy, smell what he had done to me. He did. Large sniffs into my short bush. I continued licking his cock like a long popsicle. It was covered in my spit. I sucked his balls a bit more.
Then I pushed him back into my throat, using my hands to guide his hips. I pushed him deep, and he was all the way in me. I bounced him gently into me and out, then pushed him out a bit more to prevent my gag reflex from kicking in. Then back in deep and I wiggled my head back and forth. Finally, I came up for air. He panted to me, "It feels like you have all of it in..." I told I did. Every bit of it was in... and then to show him, I pushed him in deep again.
I slapped his ass while I held him in my throat. It was easy... until my brain clicked in and then I had to push him out, regain control, and then push him back down. During these moments I would lick and suck every inch of the underside of his cock, paying special attention to that spot just underneath the head of his dick. I repeated this trail of licks, deep throating, and more licking several more times. Then I would travel to the balls, or maybe play with just his cock head to make him flinch, waiting for me to push him back him.
My chin was coated in thick, slimy spit. It was the spit you read about: porn spit. It was everywhere on my lips and chin. His cock was coated in it. When I licked it off, I would cover him again when I pushed him down into my throat and held him there.
He laid his head on my pubic bone, resting. His arms couldn't support him through the sensations I was giving his dick. I pushed him down again and again, holding him there as long as I could. When I came up for air and more cock licking, I started humming a favorite love song of mine. He started groaning into me as I did it.
I kept humming while I pushed him down into my throat - and the sound cutting off was the sexiest silence we've heard. Eventually when I came up for air, I continued humming as if I'd been singing to him all along.
A few quick cycles of my air being cut off and he started to cum. The climax was very slow - he started "oohh.. OHHH... OOHHH..." and I could hear him and feel his body tense. I pushed him down into me as far as he could go, and held him, waiting, slightly wiggling my head. His exclamations grew louder, longer and I started to fear I was out of breath. And then I felt his cock convulse, but felt no cum. It was already down my throat.
He pulled out, and collapsed beside me. "Did I drown you?" he asked, concerned as I lay there panting.
"No, I can just taste it on the back of my tongue, but I barely felt it." I grinned with pride. "So.... did you like it?"
"Oh... baby...." and his eyes shut for a moment.
"That good, huh?" His eyes opened and shut again, smile on his face.
"Yeah, yeah..." and he voice drifted off. I got up to wipe the spit from my face. It literally was dripping off my chin.
Achievement unlocked. I can now deep throat the BF!
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