Showing posts with label eating cum. Show all posts
Showing posts with label eating cum. Show all posts
Tuesday, December 18, 2012
Monday, November 26, 2012
Travelling around the bed
I was laying in bed on a Saturday afternoon, naked. I looked at him, still somewhat bashful even after all these months. He looked at me and my body did a little uncontrolled wiggle of excited.
"Well?" he asked. "Are you going to spread 'em or not?"
I giggled, and spread my legs wide. I had known he was waiting for my legs to spread so he could eat my pussy as he had told me he would do at some point this weekend, but at this moment it had been his suggestion. His offer to eat me "good."
He did not hesitate, but slid in between my legs, leaning on his right arm, as if we he were going to have a conversation with my cunt. He ran his left hand up my thigh, and my eyes closed in relaxation and anticipation. I thought I knew what was going to happen. I thought.
He started as he normally does, making me feel his hot breath on my lips and clit. I can tell he's so close, but he's not touching me so all I can do is wait. He took a couple more breaths and I felt my body yearn for his hot tongue. His breath was so hot, but I knew a soft, wet touch was imminent.
And there it was. Ohhhh yes, that familiar and yet I can never get enough of it: his tongue brushing gently against my clit. My body begins to relax and all that exists is my cunt for him. His short licks are focused on my clit but soon turn into these broad strokes that cover all of my pussy and so soon my voice is echoing in our room from my soft screams of pleasure.
I rock my hips up slightly to give him better access, and he holds me in the right position. I lose all thought and feeling in the rest of my body; everything that exists is in my cunt and that noise I am somehow making without effort.
His licks are driving me wild. Normally he doesn't just lick me. Normally there is tongue fucking, sucking, kissing. Fingers. Right now, there is just licking. He licks me up and up and up, the same motion. It feels so damned good and yet I'm not coming or even close to it. I'm just building and quivering as his tongue plays with me. Minutes pass.
And then, something unexpected. He turns his head sideways to my pussy, and his lips seal around my clit. He doesn't suck, but his tongue starts flicking across me. I am SCREAMING. I can't stop it. The pleasure is so intense and it doesn't stop. I orgasm three times and he doesn't even slow down or take a break.
All I feel is hot wet mouth on my clit and the small surrounding area. No air. Just his mouth and tongue and me. It's too much. Too much pleasure. I'm still screaming. My hands are through the bars on our headboard and I'm pulling myself away. I have to get away.
He has one of my legs, and he uses it to keep me to him so his lips are on me. Still on me. That tongue is flicking at me. Oh god it's too much - I have to get away!
I start pushing at the mattress with my free foot, and my body beings to turn sideways. My pushing left foot is off the bed, now I'm really stuck. I see my pillow go flying off the bed as failing arm tries to get some leverage. It brushes my bedside table and the lamp rocks back and forth. I'm trying to catch my breath from all the screaming but I can't.
My arms manage to grab the quilt and I pull - it does nothing. I'm now laying across the top of our bed, shoulders on his pillow, trapped with him on my pussy. I pull on the headboard to try and get away. I wiggle my hips. HOW is he keeping this air tight seal on my pussy? His mouth hasn't moved - it's all hot down there and now I am experiencing one orgasm after another. I'm overwhelmed. Blind. Parched. My hands find headboard and I pull/push myself against it and the matress and my shoulders are hanging over the edge of the bed - on his side. I've maneuvered across our king size bed desperate to escape the pleasure that is his mouth and my pussy.
He's followed me, he's glued to me. It's like a vacuum seal and I can't get away. I am screaming so loud my throat hurts. It's dry. I have a fleeting though that I could fall off the bed if I keep pushing myself - but how else to get away?
Hit him! I raise my hands to land blows on his shoulders and stop myself - or rather, a very strong orgasm rips through my entire body and I fall back, half of my off the bed and he's holding onto me as I scream, "Stop! STOP! OH GOD STOP! I CAN'T!" It's the best torture and I don't know how I am enduring it.
I shake my trapped leg, hard, and try to push him back away from me with my feet. He relents and I curl up on the bed, panting. Breathless. I'm still moaning, but I'm coughing. My throat is dry. I can't wet it. I try to talk, but there are no words. I still can't open my eyes.
"Why'd you make me stop?"
My eyes flutter, and what comes out are incoherent mumbles. I'm a crazy person, driven mad by pussy eating. He laughs.
"No, I don't think I'm done."
I whimper. He pushes my legs open and pauses. I briefly open my eyes and all I see is pure lust in his. I acquiesce and fall back on his pillow, his mouth attacks me again.
"Well?" he asked. "Are you going to spread 'em or not?"
I giggled, and spread my legs wide. I had known he was waiting for my legs to spread so he could eat my pussy as he had told me he would do at some point this weekend, but at this moment it had been his suggestion. His offer to eat me "good."
He did not hesitate, but slid in between my legs, leaning on his right arm, as if we he were going to have a conversation with my cunt. He ran his left hand up my thigh, and my eyes closed in relaxation and anticipation. I thought I knew what was going to happen. I thought.
He started as he normally does, making me feel his hot breath on my lips and clit. I can tell he's so close, but he's not touching me so all I can do is wait. He took a couple more breaths and I felt my body yearn for his hot tongue. His breath was so hot, but I knew a soft, wet touch was imminent.
And there it was. Ohhhh yes, that familiar and yet I can never get enough of it: his tongue brushing gently against my clit. My body begins to relax and all that exists is my cunt for him. His short licks are focused on my clit but soon turn into these broad strokes that cover all of my pussy and so soon my voice is echoing in our room from my soft screams of pleasure.
I rock my hips up slightly to give him better access, and he holds me in the right position. I lose all thought and feeling in the rest of my body; everything that exists is in my cunt and that noise I am somehow making without effort.
His licks are driving me wild. Normally he doesn't just lick me. Normally there is tongue fucking, sucking, kissing. Fingers. Right now, there is just licking. He licks me up and up and up, the same motion. It feels so damned good and yet I'm not coming or even close to it. I'm just building and quivering as his tongue plays with me. Minutes pass.
And then, something unexpected. He turns his head sideways to my pussy, and his lips seal around my clit. He doesn't suck, but his tongue starts flicking across me. I am SCREAMING. I can't stop it. The pleasure is so intense and it doesn't stop. I orgasm three times and he doesn't even slow down or take a break.
All I feel is hot wet mouth on my clit and the small surrounding area. No air. Just his mouth and tongue and me. It's too much. Too much pleasure. I'm still screaming. My hands are through the bars on our headboard and I'm pulling myself away. I have to get away.
He has one of my legs, and he uses it to keep me to him so his lips are on me. Still on me. That tongue is flicking at me. Oh god it's too much - I have to get away!
I start pushing at the mattress with my free foot, and my body beings to turn sideways. My pushing left foot is off the bed, now I'm really stuck. I see my pillow go flying off the bed as failing arm tries to get some leverage. It brushes my bedside table and the lamp rocks back and forth. I'm trying to catch my breath from all the screaming but I can't.
My arms manage to grab the quilt and I pull - it does nothing. I'm now laying across the top of our bed, shoulders on his pillow, trapped with him on my pussy. I pull on the headboard to try and get away. I wiggle my hips. HOW is he keeping this air tight seal on my pussy? His mouth hasn't moved - it's all hot down there and now I am experiencing one orgasm after another. I'm overwhelmed. Blind. Parched. My hands find headboard and I pull/push myself against it and the matress and my shoulders are hanging over the edge of the bed - on his side. I've maneuvered across our king size bed desperate to escape the pleasure that is his mouth and my pussy.
He's followed me, he's glued to me. It's like a vacuum seal and I can't get away. I am screaming so loud my throat hurts. It's dry. I have a fleeting though that I could fall off the bed if I keep pushing myself - but how else to get away?
Hit him! I raise my hands to land blows on his shoulders and stop myself - or rather, a very strong orgasm rips through my entire body and I fall back, half of my off the bed and he's holding onto me as I scream, "Stop! STOP! OH GOD STOP! I CAN'T!" It's the best torture and I don't know how I am enduring it.
I shake my trapped leg, hard, and try to push him back away from me with my feet. He relents and I curl up on the bed, panting. Breathless. I'm still moaning, but I'm coughing. My throat is dry. I can't wet it. I try to talk, but there are no words. I still can't open my eyes.
"Why'd you make me stop?"
My eyes flutter, and what comes out are incoherent mumbles. I'm a crazy person, driven mad by pussy eating. He laughs.
"No, I don't think I'm done."
I whimper. He pushes my legs open and pauses. I briefly open my eyes and all I see is pure lust in his. I acquiesce and fall back on his pillow, his mouth attacks me again.
Wednesday, September 5, 2012
Pegging a stranger
Occasionally, I browse the "Casual Romance" section of Craigslist. I never find anything worth pursuing, but the fantasy of finding someone and doing something makes me wet.
A couple of weeks ago, I was browsing and came across an ad that I'd never seen before. It was under M4MW and it was a guy in search of a girl to peg him. In return he'd suck the guy's cock and eat the girl's pussy, but he wasn't interested in penetrating either of them.
Intriguing. I've never seen a request for a pegging. It certainly caught my attention. It also didn't include a naked picture, but instead a picture of both his strap-on dicks. His ad included that he had the harness and the toys and would provide them.
I like so much about this ad. A statement of "I want this" and a non-expectation of return penetration. A desire for a couple where the men interacted. Someone prepared with toys so he at least somewhat knew what he was doing. I read the ad aloud to the boyfriend, who responded just as positively as I did. "Email him."
And I did. But I laid our stipulations:
1. I would peg, but that was as far as his/my interaction would go.
2. He could suck my BF's dick and be sucked in return.
3. My BF would eat me out to get me off.
4. It would be in our home on the weekend during the day.
5. I would use my harness but his toys.
When it was over I was all nervous energy. What had I just done? I just invited a third into our sex life!
He replied back agreeing to everything I had laid out. We set a date and time. Then we exchanged vanilla pictures of our faces. Then dick pics. Then the waiting started. I emailed him on a Tuesday but we weren't meeting until Saturday.
Fantasies of the boyfriend sucking dick kept him occupied and horny all week. I was so happy and excited for him. I couldn't wait to see this take place. I knew how much he wanted it and now we would finally share it together.
Friday afternoon, he shaved his whole body, getting all sexy for his hot date.
Saturday morning, I shaved my legs and pussy.
Saturday afternoon, Mr. A arrived.
It was awkward. I suggested we sit and chat for a few minutes just to readdress the boundaries. How much warm-up did he want/need for pegging? What position did he like?
We went to the bedroom. Mr. A went to the bathroom to get ready. The boyfriend was very shy and quiet, but smiling. I was nervous and felt a little out of place in my own home. After all, my part was involved but not the main focus of the event for us.
Mr. A came out of the bathroom fully clothed still. I was standing between them and said, "OK, awkward. Time to get naked everyone..." and just stripped. I was only in a sundress, no bra and panties. I just pulled it off. The men grinned and followed suit.
I pulled on my harness and adjusted it with his dildo of choice. We had agreed he would lie on his back with a pillow under his butt while I pegged him. I lubed up the toy and asked permission to do the same to him - its only courteous, right? He consented and I wiped a generous amount of lube around his asshole.
He was right, he didn't need a whole lot of warm-up. The toy slid in pretty easily and to aid my efforts, Mr. A pulled his legs up and into the air. After just a few moments he suggested the BF suck his dick, which the boyfriend happily complied after a quick smile at me. I ran a hand through his hair as the BF sucked Mr. A's dick and I slowly fucked away.
Mr. A's dick was about average in length and girth, but this is the first time the BF has ever sucked a dick. I saw him suck hard and pull it into his mouth. I watched his body tense as he fought a gag on this dick. It made me smile to see him working so hard on the other dick, knowing he was loving it. I thought about how much I love to suck my BF's dick.
And soon, Mr. A was jacking off and starting to suck my BF's dick. Mr. A requested that I fuck him harder, so I did, working my hips into him. I held his legs to help give me some help with my rhythm. My BF was distracted by his cock being sucked, so he stopped sucking on Mr. A's for a bit. Mr. A asked for me to pause so he could focus on my BF.
I removed my harness and let the BF eat me out while his dick was being sucked. His attention was obviously elsewhere as it took a while for me to cum. He was moaning into my pussy and flicking his tongue, but he wasn't focusing on his movements at all. I pulled at his hair and told him he was being naughty being so distracted. I kept having to remind him to eat like a good boy. I did orgasm, twice, all the while my BF had his cock sucked by Mr. A.
I sat up and rested my BF's head on my thigh, talking to him quietly. He was on his side, eyes closed, arms around my legs. His legs were wide open, and Mr. A was gagging pretty often on his cock. "You like that, don't you?" He only nodded. "He's a good cocksucker, isn't he? You love having your cock sucked by him!" He moaned into my legs. I ran my fingers through his hair and told him he was a good boy. He was allowed to orgasm into Mr. A's mouth, I know he wanted it. I wanted it to.
And he did. Mr. A swallowed it and kept my BF's cock in his mouth through the orgasm. Then we both returned our focus to Mr. A. Actually, my BF did. Mr. A wanted his cock sucked more than being pegged, I sat and watched as both voyeur and eye candy. Mr. A was very close to me at this point, and it was not lost on me that his eyes would not stay off my breasts.
I was fine with him looking; I didn't offer him to touch as I didn't want that and he knew there was a boundary there, so he only looked. I told my BF to suck cock... "Yeah, suck that cock you horny boy!" "Don't you just love that cock in your mouth?" "Oh, good boy for choking on that dick!" "Swallow that cock, baby. I want you to choke on it again." "You suck that cock until it cums and you swallow all that cum, baby." "That's my good boy."
Mr. A came shaking in my BF's mouth, who sucked and swallowed and ended with a big smile on his face.
Mr. A got dressed and left fairly quickly. There really wasn't a point in hanging around, I guess.
After he left, I turned to my BF and asked, "Ok, I have to ask -- do I suck better cock?" He smiled at me and rolled his eyes.
"I know you would ask that. And yes, you suck much better cock than him. The only place he wins is that he did it with no teeth at all.... that was awesome."
"Ah... yeah, not sure if I can ever get away from that 100%. I think my mouth's too small for your dick."
"I know, but you still suck better dick."
"Good.... I needed to know."
A couple of weeks ago, I was browsing and came across an ad that I'd never seen before. It was under M4MW and it was a guy in search of a girl to peg him. In return he'd suck the guy's cock and eat the girl's pussy, but he wasn't interested in penetrating either of them.
Intriguing. I've never seen a request for a pegging. It certainly caught my attention. It also didn't include a naked picture, but instead a picture of both his strap-on dicks. His ad included that he had the harness and the toys and would provide them.
I like so much about this ad. A statement of "I want this" and a non-expectation of return penetration. A desire for a couple where the men interacted. Someone prepared with toys so he at least somewhat knew what he was doing. I read the ad aloud to the boyfriend, who responded just as positively as I did. "Email him."
And I did. But I laid our stipulations:
1. I would peg, but that was as far as his/my interaction would go.
2. He could suck my BF's dick and be sucked in return.
3. My BF would eat me out to get me off.
4. It would be in our home on the weekend during the day.
5. I would use my harness but his toys.
When it was over I was all nervous energy. What had I just done? I just invited a third into our sex life!
He replied back agreeing to everything I had laid out. We set a date and time. Then we exchanged vanilla pictures of our faces. Then dick pics. Then the waiting started. I emailed him on a Tuesday but we weren't meeting until Saturday.
Fantasies of the boyfriend sucking dick kept him occupied and horny all week. I was so happy and excited for him. I couldn't wait to see this take place. I knew how much he wanted it and now we would finally share it together.
Friday afternoon, he shaved his whole body, getting all sexy for his hot date.
Saturday morning, I shaved my legs and pussy.
Saturday afternoon, Mr. A arrived.
It was awkward. I suggested we sit and chat for a few minutes just to readdress the boundaries. How much warm-up did he want/need for pegging? What position did he like?
We went to the bedroom. Mr. A went to the bathroom to get ready. The boyfriend was very shy and quiet, but smiling. I was nervous and felt a little out of place in my own home. After all, my part was involved but not the main focus of the event for us.
Mr. A came out of the bathroom fully clothed still. I was standing between them and said, "OK, awkward. Time to get naked everyone..." and just stripped. I was only in a sundress, no bra and panties. I just pulled it off. The men grinned and followed suit.
I pulled on my harness and adjusted it with his dildo of choice. We had agreed he would lie on his back with a pillow under his butt while I pegged him. I lubed up the toy and asked permission to do the same to him - its only courteous, right? He consented and I wiped a generous amount of lube around his asshole.
He was right, he didn't need a whole lot of warm-up. The toy slid in pretty easily and to aid my efforts, Mr. A pulled his legs up and into the air. After just a few moments he suggested the BF suck his dick, which the boyfriend happily complied after a quick smile at me. I ran a hand through his hair as the BF sucked Mr. A's dick and I slowly fucked away.
Mr. A's dick was about average in length and girth, but this is the first time the BF has ever sucked a dick. I saw him suck hard and pull it into his mouth. I watched his body tense as he fought a gag on this dick. It made me smile to see him working so hard on the other dick, knowing he was loving it. I thought about how much I love to suck my BF's dick.
And soon, Mr. A was jacking off and starting to suck my BF's dick. Mr. A requested that I fuck him harder, so I did, working my hips into him. I held his legs to help give me some help with my rhythm. My BF was distracted by his cock being sucked, so he stopped sucking on Mr. A's for a bit. Mr. A asked for me to pause so he could focus on my BF.
I removed my harness and let the BF eat me out while his dick was being sucked. His attention was obviously elsewhere as it took a while for me to cum. He was moaning into my pussy and flicking his tongue, but he wasn't focusing on his movements at all. I pulled at his hair and told him he was being naughty being so distracted. I kept having to remind him to eat like a good boy. I did orgasm, twice, all the while my BF had his cock sucked by Mr. A.
I sat up and rested my BF's head on my thigh, talking to him quietly. He was on his side, eyes closed, arms around my legs. His legs were wide open, and Mr. A was gagging pretty often on his cock. "You like that, don't you?" He only nodded. "He's a good cocksucker, isn't he? You love having your cock sucked by him!" He moaned into my legs. I ran my fingers through his hair and told him he was a good boy. He was allowed to orgasm into Mr. A's mouth, I know he wanted it. I wanted it to.
And he did. Mr. A swallowed it and kept my BF's cock in his mouth through the orgasm. Then we both returned our focus to Mr. A. Actually, my BF did. Mr. A wanted his cock sucked more than being pegged, I sat and watched as both voyeur and eye candy. Mr. A was very close to me at this point, and it was not lost on me that his eyes would not stay off my breasts.
I was fine with him looking; I didn't offer him to touch as I didn't want that and he knew there was a boundary there, so he only looked. I told my BF to suck cock... "Yeah, suck that cock you horny boy!" "Don't you just love that cock in your mouth?" "Oh, good boy for choking on that dick!" "Swallow that cock, baby. I want you to choke on it again." "You suck that cock until it cums and you swallow all that cum, baby." "That's my good boy."
Mr. A came shaking in my BF's mouth, who sucked and swallowed and ended with a big smile on his face.
Mr. A got dressed and left fairly quickly. There really wasn't a point in hanging around, I guess.
After he left, I turned to my BF and asked, "Ok, I have to ask -- do I suck better cock?" He smiled at me and rolled his eyes.
"I know you would ask that. And yes, you suck much better cock than him. The only place he wins is that he did it with no teeth at all.... that was awesome."
"Ah... yeah, not sure if I can ever get away from that 100%. I think my mouth's too small for your dick."
"I know, but you still suck better dick."
"Good.... I needed to know."
Tuesday, September 4, 2012
TMI Tuesday: Cum, are you a fan?
1. We are all incurable sex addicts, but
name one thing—a job, a passion, a creative outlet, a collection—of
yours you use as a replacement, a distraction from constantly thinking
about sex 24/7.
My biggest distraction from thinking about sex is work. I am highly determined to succeed and pour a lot of my time and energy into work. Its the one major reason why I've had to pull back from blogging recently. I am too driven to just sit and wait for an opportunity; I believe in making opportunities happen. That said, I tweet a lot while working and am always interrupted by thoughts of sex while at work. And you know when I work from home, there are always sex breaks!
2. Have you ever loved somebody so much you thought having sex with them would actually sully the pristine purity of that love?
I've been in an (almost) sexless relationship. I don't think there's any sort of "pristine purity" of love that would make you not want to have sex with someone. If you love them in a romantic/sexual way, then sexual thoughts should be a part of it. If you don't want them, then the "love" you feel is not the type of love you think it is. Trust me.
3. If you could make love to yourself, would you? Describe this experience in full detail.
HELL YES. There are many times where I've wanted to be able to experience this. No one knows how to make you cum like you do, its a feel unlike any other. So how awesome would it be to extend that to more than just fingers? If I had a clone of me, we'd be all other each other kissing, licking, stroking, and finger fucking. Masturbation would be a million times better than it is today, I'm sure.
4. Cum, are you a fan? Explain and expound.
Yes and no. Let's divide this up into separate answers...
Penis cum? Yes, I love to see it pouring from my partner's cock. It turns me on and has pushed me over the edge to orgasm while masturbating. It's so very hot to see his orgasm so visually. As for swallowing, I never swallowed until my boyfriend. My ex didn't care so from day one I spit or pulled out and aimed it away from me. I really wasn't interested in ever trying to swallow it. When I started giving the boyfriend BJs, I asked his preference. That was kind of easy - he'd never had an orgasm from oral. For him, he didn't care and to this day he insists that I do whatever I feel comfortable/want to do. The first time I swallowed I realized it wasn't so bad/weird/gross as I thought - actually it was pretty easy to swallow with his dick shoved back in my throat.
Having cum on my body? No problem. I really don't even care if you get it in my hair. That's easily washable. However, what I'm not a fan of is having it shot somewhere - on him or me - and then being told to lick it off. There's something about transferring cum to my mouth that almost makes me squick. I don't get it... but it probably means I'll never cumswap with anyone unless I get the load shot in my mouth first.
As for my own cum, I love it. Bring it on. I'm always up for sticking my fingers in my pussy and licking them, no matter how wet or creamy.
5. Does it creep you out to know that God is watching you as you’re fucking?
No, because I think sex and orgasms are one of the best feelings and experiences God created. I don't think he's watching me like a creepy neighbor through binoculars. It's His invention, so why would me using it creep me out?
Personally, this question irks me because it insinuates that sex is somehow dirty, wrong, and sinful. I'm not here to get on my religious soapbox because this is not the time and place. My beliefs are for my own actions, not yours so sharing them with you is pretty much pointless. I believe in God and, for the most part, am Christian in my beliefs. I believe He created everything and has knowledge of everything.
That means he knows my dreams, my fantasies, my kinks, how many times I pee, and what I think when I shower. He knows me at my most intimate. I'm not intimidated by this thought, I embrace and am encouraged by it. He knows everything I like, hope, and want. I don't try to hide or even suggest that I could hide anything from Him. I consider my boyfriend a gift from God. He knew exactly who I needed and wanted in life and I can not be more overjoyed. That's just my two cents.
Bonus: Tell us something sexy that happened to you this week.
Despite my almost non-existence in the blog world, a lot of sex has been happening this past week. I got fucked so hard on my birthday that my pussy was too sore for sex for two full days - that's NEVER happened. Even a finger took a lot of warm up during that time period...
He ended up laying me down on my back, rounding my ass up so my vagina was higher up than normal, then using his arms to pull on the headboard and curl his pelvis into me and then up. It wasn't just cervix deep like I've had before (and loved) but this time it was "oh-my-god-OW-it-feels-so-good-how-OW-can-it-feel-OW-so-good-OW-so-good-OW-it's-so-big-OW-look-at-his-biceps-curl-and-OW-the-headboard-OW-bend-OW-so-deep-oooh-eye-contact-OW-fuck-it-feels-good" kind of experience.
My biggest distraction from thinking about sex is work. I am highly determined to succeed and pour a lot of my time and energy into work. Its the one major reason why I've had to pull back from blogging recently. I am too driven to just sit and wait for an opportunity; I believe in making opportunities happen. That said, I tweet a lot while working and am always interrupted by thoughts of sex while at work. And you know when I work from home, there are always sex breaks!
2. Have you ever loved somebody so much you thought having sex with them would actually sully the pristine purity of that love?
I've been in an (almost) sexless relationship. I don't think there's any sort of "pristine purity" of love that would make you not want to have sex with someone. If you love them in a romantic/sexual way, then sexual thoughts should be a part of it. If you don't want them, then the "love" you feel is not the type of love you think it is. Trust me.
3. If you could make love to yourself, would you? Describe this experience in full detail.
HELL YES. There are many times where I've wanted to be able to experience this. No one knows how to make you cum like you do, its a feel unlike any other. So how awesome would it be to extend that to more than just fingers? If I had a clone of me, we'd be all other each other kissing, licking, stroking, and finger fucking. Masturbation would be a million times better than it is today, I'm sure.
4. Cum, are you a fan? Explain and expound.
Yes and no. Let's divide this up into separate answers...
Penis cum? Yes, I love to see it pouring from my partner's cock. It turns me on and has pushed me over the edge to orgasm while masturbating. It's so very hot to see his orgasm so visually. As for swallowing, I never swallowed until my boyfriend. My ex didn't care so from day one I spit or pulled out and aimed it away from me. I really wasn't interested in ever trying to swallow it. When I started giving the boyfriend BJs, I asked his preference. That was kind of easy - he'd never had an orgasm from oral. For him, he didn't care and to this day he insists that I do whatever I feel comfortable/want to do. The first time I swallowed I realized it wasn't so bad/weird/gross as I thought - actually it was pretty easy to swallow with his dick shoved back in my throat.
Having cum on my body? No problem. I really don't even care if you get it in my hair. That's easily washable. However, what I'm not a fan of is having it shot somewhere - on him or me - and then being told to lick it off. There's something about transferring cum to my mouth that almost makes me squick. I don't get it... but it probably means I'll never cumswap with anyone unless I get the load shot in my mouth first.
As for my own cum, I love it. Bring it on. I'm always up for sticking my fingers in my pussy and licking them, no matter how wet or creamy.
5. Does it creep you out to know that God is watching you as you’re fucking?
No, because I think sex and orgasms are one of the best feelings and experiences God created. I don't think he's watching me like a creepy neighbor through binoculars. It's His invention, so why would me using it creep me out?
Personally, this question irks me because it insinuates that sex is somehow dirty, wrong, and sinful. I'm not here to get on my religious soapbox because this is not the time and place. My beliefs are for my own actions, not yours so sharing them with you is pretty much pointless. I believe in God and, for the most part, am Christian in my beliefs. I believe He created everything and has knowledge of everything.
That means he knows my dreams, my fantasies, my kinks, how many times I pee, and what I think when I shower. He knows me at my most intimate. I'm not intimidated by this thought, I embrace and am encouraged by it. He knows everything I like, hope, and want. I don't try to hide or even suggest that I could hide anything from Him. I consider my boyfriend a gift from God. He knew exactly who I needed and wanted in life and I can not be more overjoyed. That's just my two cents.
Bonus: Tell us something sexy that happened to you this week.
Despite my almost non-existence in the blog world, a lot of sex has been happening this past week. I got fucked so hard on my birthday that my pussy was too sore for sex for two full days - that's NEVER happened. Even a finger took a lot of warm up during that time period...
He ended up laying me down on my back, rounding my ass up so my vagina was higher up than normal, then using his arms to pull on the headboard and curl his pelvis into me and then up. It wasn't just cervix deep like I've had before (and loved) but this time it was "oh-my-god-OW-it-feels-so-good-how-OW-can-it-feel-OW-so-good-OW-so-good-OW-it's-so-big-OW-look-at-his-biceps-curl-and-OW-the-headboard-OW-bend-OW-so-deep-oooh-eye-contact-OW-fuck-it-feels-good" kind of experience.
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.
Friday, May 11, 2012
Wednesday, May 2, 2012
I made him watch me masturbate
Friday. I woke up horny. I ran off to work. Once there, I got wound up on twitter talking with wonderful, sexy people about making out with a girl, chewing gum as practice for oral sex, and how my hornyness was causing me to hit on almost any woman I found attractive on twitter.
And of course, everyone taunted me. By noon I could smell myself just sitting at my desk. I took extra pee breaks just to smell me more - and wipe out the extra wet off of my pussy. After work I had some errands to run, and I could barely stand not going home to masturbate.
Finally, home after 6pm, and I'm aching to orgasm. I tell the boyfriend, and we devise a genius plan. Into the bedroom we disappear, both stripping naked. I sit him up with his back on the footboard of the bed. I took our rope handcuffs and tied them together behind his back tight through one of the bars. His legs were stretched out in front of him, and I laid down with my legs up and over his legs. I had told him he wasn't allowed to cum until tonight when I would fuck him with a toy of my choosing. For now, he had to sit and watch.
I laid down and displayed myself to him, pulling my pussy lips wide open. I slid a finger down and wiggled it just outside the entrance of my vagina. The noise was loud in the room; it made him gasp. I ran my feet down his legs to his balls and dick. It was quickly growing hard. He bit his lip as he looked at me, telling me it was wrong to tease him so much with my feet. I pulled a finger out and tasted myself and made a show of it for him. Delicious. He licked his lips.
I took out a new toy, a bullet vibe that is four inches long and has a beautiful shape of multiple bulbs. I had never used this toy yet, but I wanted it in me. I turned it on, and pushed it in. Aaaahh yes that was what I was needed. I slid it in and out slowly, testing the vibrations. I spread my pussy lips wide so he could watch. He bit his lip. His legs tensed.
I loved how it filled me but just a little, not too much. Sliding in and out of me I could feel the ripples. It felt much longer than four inches as each rippled passed in and out of me. Pulling out felt the best, it made me moan. I pushed it in me, and left it there. I played with my clit with my fingers a little bit, and then I felt my vagina tensing around the vibe.
An idea hit me. I used my kegels, and pushed the toy out of me. The boyfriend gasped as he watched it push out, then pop out at the end and my moan told him just how good it felt. I pushed it back in and spread my lips wide and pushed it out again. Over and over. It felt incredible! I felt his dick with my toes - it was rock hard. He asked me if it felt really good, I responded with a loud, long moan.
By now my clit is begging for some proper attention. I pushed the long bullet in me, and pulled out my favorite (regular sized) bullet vibe. His mouth dropped - BOTH? Yes, both. One in me, the other on my clit. The one in me was on an intermittent, fast buzzing pattern while the small bullet on my clit was on very low - and my moans went to another level. I almost cried from the intensity. My legs instantly went tense. I moved my foot away from his hard dick - I didn't want to hurt him by accident. I shifted my legs wider, now on the outside of his, my pussy in full view to him.
I held the small bullet on my clit and my moans reflected my need to cum. But I toyed with myself - cumming quick would be too easy. I waited excruciating hours for this, it was going to be worth the wait. I played with my breasts, my nipples hard. I pulled and pinched at them with one hand while the other held the bullet. My vagina gripped the large bullet.
He stretched his legs straight and put his toes on my ass, kneading me slightly. He got close to my asshole, but moved away. I was distracted with his feet wandering around me. Thighs, ass, thighs... then a big toe pushed the bullet vibe in all the way - his toe held it in me. I could feel it buzzing against my cervix. Intense, almost too intense, my body tried to move away but his foot seemed to follow me. My clit was begging for my attention too much. It became a dizzying array of pleasure in so many areas... I could hardly think.
And then I turned the smaller bullet up from very low to medium, and the moans exploded from my mouth, crying out begging for release. He watched my body writhe in front of him, pussy exposed for him to watch. My orgasm did not take long to arrive, but it took forever to stay. It hit and the shock wave rocked through my entire body. I went from very loud to silent.... silent.... silent. I lost all remembrance of movement or feeling just an explosion of pleasure throughout my entire body. He withdrew his foot as frenzied spasms rocked through my body.
Finally, I found my voice and a high, loud scream was heard - and it took me a second to realize it was me. Was it make the room vibrate? It seemed like it. If anyone ever thought I was being physically tortured, it was this moment. I screamed through the orgasm for what felt like an eternity. Finally I managed to switch the small bullet vibe off - it was pinned to my clit in between my legs. I slowly, relaxed. The boyfriend's body was tense from watching me. My body continued to tremble as small aftershocks ran through me.
He begged me to untie him, to let him touch himself. As soon as I was sure I could find my ability to move I got up, licked his cock slowly from tip to base, and untied him. I bent him over, and plugged him with the butt plug.
"Now you wait," I said, "Until I say its time to fuck you."
And he did wait. I teased him a lot that night, wiggling the plug and spanking him with it in him.
Later that night, I stuck the same gold bullet vibe in his ass while I slowly jacked him off. He was well satisfied by the time I finished.
And of course, everyone taunted me. By noon I could smell myself just sitting at my desk. I took extra pee breaks just to smell me more - and wipe out the extra wet off of my pussy. After work I had some errands to run, and I could barely stand not going home to masturbate.
Finally, home after 6pm, and I'm aching to orgasm. I tell the boyfriend, and we devise a genius plan. Into the bedroom we disappear, both stripping naked. I sit him up with his back on the footboard of the bed. I took our rope handcuffs and tied them together behind his back tight through one of the bars. His legs were stretched out in front of him, and I laid down with my legs up and over his legs. I had told him he wasn't allowed to cum until tonight when I would fuck him with a toy of my choosing. For now, he had to sit and watch.
I laid down and displayed myself to him, pulling my pussy lips wide open. I slid a finger down and wiggled it just outside the entrance of my vagina. The noise was loud in the room; it made him gasp. I ran my feet down his legs to his balls and dick. It was quickly growing hard. He bit his lip as he looked at me, telling me it was wrong to tease him so much with my feet. I pulled a finger out and tasted myself and made a show of it for him. Delicious. He licked his lips.
I took out a new toy, a bullet vibe that is four inches long and has a beautiful shape of multiple bulbs. I had never used this toy yet, but I wanted it in me. I turned it on, and pushed it in. Aaaahh yes that was what I was needed. I slid it in and out slowly, testing the vibrations. I spread my pussy lips wide so he could watch. He bit his lip. His legs tensed.
I loved how it filled me but just a little, not too much. Sliding in and out of me I could feel the ripples. It felt much longer than four inches as each rippled passed in and out of me. Pulling out felt the best, it made me moan. I pushed it in me, and left it there. I played with my clit with my fingers a little bit, and then I felt my vagina tensing around the vibe.
An idea hit me. I used my kegels, and pushed the toy out of me. The boyfriend gasped as he watched it push out, then pop out at the end and my moan told him just how good it felt. I pushed it back in and spread my lips wide and pushed it out again. Over and over. It felt incredible! I felt his dick with my toes - it was rock hard. He asked me if it felt really good, I responded with a loud, long moan.
By now my clit is begging for some proper attention. I pushed the long bullet in me, and pulled out my favorite (regular sized) bullet vibe. His mouth dropped - BOTH? Yes, both. One in me, the other on my clit. The one in me was on an intermittent, fast buzzing pattern while the small bullet on my clit was on very low - and my moans went to another level. I almost cried from the intensity. My legs instantly went tense. I moved my foot away from his hard dick - I didn't want to hurt him by accident. I shifted my legs wider, now on the outside of his, my pussy in full view to him.
I held the small bullet on my clit and my moans reflected my need to cum. But I toyed with myself - cumming quick would be too easy. I waited excruciating hours for this, it was going to be worth the wait. I played with my breasts, my nipples hard. I pulled and pinched at them with one hand while the other held the bullet. My vagina gripped the large bullet.
He stretched his legs straight and put his toes on my ass, kneading me slightly. He got close to my asshole, but moved away. I was distracted with his feet wandering around me. Thighs, ass, thighs... then a big toe pushed the bullet vibe in all the way - his toe held it in me. I could feel it buzzing against my cervix. Intense, almost too intense, my body tried to move away but his foot seemed to follow me. My clit was begging for my attention too much. It became a dizzying array of pleasure in so many areas... I could hardly think.
And then I turned the smaller bullet up from very low to medium, and the moans exploded from my mouth, crying out begging for release. He watched my body writhe in front of him, pussy exposed for him to watch. My orgasm did not take long to arrive, but it took forever to stay. It hit and the shock wave rocked through my entire body. I went from very loud to silent.... silent.... silent. I lost all remembrance of movement or feeling just an explosion of pleasure throughout my entire body. He withdrew his foot as frenzied spasms rocked through my body.
Finally, I found my voice and a high, loud scream was heard - and it took me a second to realize it was me. Was it make the room vibrate? It seemed like it. If anyone ever thought I was being physically tortured, it was this moment. I screamed through the orgasm for what felt like an eternity. Finally I managed to switch the small bullet vibe off - it was pinned to my clit in between my legs. I slowly, relaxed. The boyfriend's body was tense from watching me. My body continued to tremble as small aftershocks ran through me.
He begged me to untie him, to let him touch himself. As soon as I was sure I could find my ability to move I got up, licked his cock slowly from tip to base, and untied him. I bent him over, and plugged him with the butt plug.
"Now you wait," I said, "Until I say its time to fuck you."
And he did wait. I teased him a lot that night, wiggling the plug and spanking him with it in him.
Later that night, I stuck the same gold bullet vibe in his ass while I slowly jacked him off. He was well satisfied by the time I finished.
Saturday, April 21, 2012
Then I cried when he ate me out
Note: This is part 2 of a 3 part series on one evening of sex. Read part 1 here.
I laid back, waiting for him to make his move. Had I changed his mind?
Yes, I had. He laid down in between my legs to see my freshly shaved pussy. He laid sideways so one of my legs was over his body. I opened my legs far for him, and one touch of his finger to my clit, so light, so gentle, had my eyes closed tight. He slowly slid his tongue over my clit and I moaned loudly. He teased me lightly, fingers from both hands wandering around my pussy.
I moaned and cried out, he flicked his tongue across me rapidly. It was like heaven touching me. My whole world became my clit, my pussy, my vagina. A finger in me, gentle, barely there, tantalizing me as his tongue wandered up, down, and circled my clitoris. His tongue wandered down me, to the spot just below my clit.
As he teased me, he would stop his tongue and not move it, just let it sit on me. My body would tremble, and I begged him to move against me. He would sometimes remove his tongue altogether and yawn, I could feel his whole body fill with air. But he didn't act tired as he played with me, he continued loving my clit. His finger wandered further into me, fucking me gently as he sucked at my clit. His wet mouth felt amazing on me.
Then another yawn. But this time, I heard something different. He wasn't exhaling air. He was inhaling.
"Are you smelling my pussy?" I ask, bewildered.
"Mmhmm," he tells me. He inhales again, and I feel his fingers pulling my lips wider apart. I am awed. he goes back to licking my pussy, and I feel a wave of emotions hitting me. My eyes prick with tears. I am overcome. He is eating me more intensely, and I'm moaning in high pitched almost squeals of pleasure.
He smells me again, and eats, and smells more. Now that he knows I'm aware of what he's doing, he's smelling me more, nose practically touching me as he fills himself with my scent.
I am overwhelmed. I start to cry a little as he eats and sucks at my clit. I'm almost to orgasm and I'm feeling the most wonderful, compelling joy I've ever experienced. He sniffs and smells me, he inhales as deeply as he can. Finally, I start to cum and it feels good but I'm distracted by my emotions of the moment. As I'm cumming his finger takes over my clit, but I push his wrist away. I can't take it. He stops and sits up, confused.
He looks at my face and asks what's going on. I look at him, and the reality of my experience takes over. I look at him with blurry eyes, I try to tell him, to find words. But I can't. Tears start to fall down my face and he puts a hand on my face and asks me gently what's up.
I try to verbalize the whirlwind I'm in, "I'm.... I'm... just..." and then I'm in full tears, crying. "I'm so happy!" with a sob I roll to my side and curl up into a little ball. He immediately surrounds me, holding me to him. He's cradling me against him and I'm wrapped around him. I'm sobbing into him. He's letting me cry. He's not sure what to say.
"You just... you just don't know what it feels like!" I cry. "To go from being told you're so dirty and gross to be loved like this..." I can't describe what I'm feeling. All I can do is just cry into him. "I never imagined that someone could ever love my body like this."
He holds me, and chuckles, "Honey, I love you. You are so beautiful, so sexy, I love every part of you. He was a moron you smell so good baby." He holds me tight to him.
I calm down and he kisses my cheek wet from tears. He makes sure I look into his eyes and he asks if he can continue making me cum, he's not done yet. I bashfully nod my approval.
He kisses my stomach as he crawls down in between my legs again. He smells me more, pulling my lips wide. He licks and sucks at me more and more. I'm in emotional ecstasy, and he makes a show of smelling me as much as he can. Big, deep breaths. He makes me cum twice more.
I feel vulnerable, close. He moves up to kiss him and I taste sweet on his mouth. But then he shows me his very hard dick, and he tells him he needs to fuck me, the smell of my pussy has made him rock hard...
to be continued.
I laid back, waiting for him to make his move. Had I changed his mind?
Yes, I had. He laid down in between my legs to see my freshly shaved pussy. He laid sideways so one of my legs was over his body. I opened my legs far for him, and one touch of his finger to my clit, so light, so gentle, had my eyes closed tight. He slowly slid his tongue over my clit and I moaned loudly. He teased me lightly, fingers from both hands wandering around my pussy.
I moaned and cried out, he flicked his tongue across me rapidly. It was like heaven touching me. My whole world became my clit, my pussy, my vagina. A finger in me, gentle, barely there, tantalizing me as his tongue wandered up, down, and circled my clitoris. His tongue wandered down me, to the spot just below my clit.
As he teased me, he would stop his tongue and not move it, just let it sit on me. My body would tremble, and I begged him to move against me. He would sometimes remove his tongue altogether and yawn, I could feel his whole body fill with air. But he didn't act tired as he played with me, he continued loving my clit. His finger wandered further into me, fucking me gently as he sucked at my clit. His wet mouth felt amazing on me.
Then another yawn. But this time, I heard something different. He wasn't exhaling air. He was inhaling.
"Are you smelling my pussy?" I ask, bewildered.
"Mmhmm," he tells me. He inhales again, and I feel his fingers pulling my lips wider apart. I am awed. he goes back to licking my pussy, and I feel a wave of emotions hitting me. My eyes prick with tears. I am overcome. He is eating me more intensely, and I'm moaning in high pitched almost squeals of pleasure.
He smells me again, and eats, and smells more. Now that he knows I'm aware of what he's doing, he's smelling me more, nose practically touching me as he fills himself with my scent.
I am overwhelmed. I start to cry a little as he eats and sucks at my clit. I'm almost to orgasm and I'm feeling the most wonderful, compelling joy I've ever experienced. He sniffs and smells me, he inhales as deeply as he can. Finally, I start to cum and it feels good but I'm distracted by my emotions of the moment. As I'm cumming his finger takes over my clit, but I push his wrist away. I can't take it. He stops and sits up, confused.
He looks at my face and asks what's going on. I look at him, and the reality of my experience takes over. I look at him with blurry eyes, I try to tell him, to find words. But I can't. Tears start to fall down my face and he puts a hand on my face and asks me gently what's up.
I try to verbalize the whirlwind I'm in, "I'm.... I'm... just..." and then I'm in full tears, crying. "I'm so happy!" with a sob I roll to my side and curl up into a little ball. He immediately surrounds me, holding me to him. He's cradling me against him and I'm wrapped around him. I'm sobbing into him. He's letting me cry. He's not sure what to say.
"You just... you just don't know what it feels like!" I cry. "To go from being told you're so dirty and gross to be loved like this..." I can't describe what I'm feeling. All I can do is just cry into him. "I never imagined that someone could ever love my body like this."
He holds me, and chuckles, "Honey, I love you. You are so beautiful, so sexy, I love every part of you. He was a moron you smell so good baby." He holds me tight to him.
I calm down and he kisses my cheek wet from tears. He makes sure I look into his eyes and he asks if he can continue making me cum, he's not done yet. I bashfully nod my approval.
He kisses my stomach as he crawls down in between my legs again. He smells me more, pulling my lips wide. He licks and sucks at me more and more. I'm in emotional ecstasy, and he makes a show of smelling me as much as he can. Big, deep breaths. He makes me cum twice more.
I feel vulnerable, close. He moves up to kiss him and I taste sweet on his mouth. But then he shows me his very hard dick, and he tells him he needs to fuck me, the smell of my pussy has made him rock hard...
to be continued.
Friday, April 20, 2012
I gave the roughest blow job...
Note, this is part 1 of a 3 part series of one night of sex together.
Yesterday I realized it had been a few days, maybe a week since I gave the BF a blow job. Last weekend I had sucked him off in between riding his cock or him fucking me (I do love to taste myself). But I do enjoy sucking cock, so I texted him from work suggesting I suck him tonight if he'd eat me out.
Fast forward to 11pm or so, we are laying naked together, me on his chest. I'm rubbing his cock lightly with my fingers. It grows hard under my touch. I remind him of our deal, and he looks at me, complaining that he's too tried to keep his end of the deal. I tell him I bet I can change his mind. He's not sure, but I keep stroking him. He's hard, but I'm teasing him, not jacking him off.
He complains that I'm teasing him. The more he complains, the longer I make him wait for my mouth. His eyes are closed, his arm is curled around my head, holding me to his chest. I have one leg wrapped over his leg while my hand teases and tickles his cock. Finally, I get up to crawl in between his legs. I pull his cock into my mouth, and slide down onto it. I swipe my tongue around and around the back of his cock, and do slow movements up to his head and back down, as far as I can go. He gasps when I push him as far in as I can take it, almost choking on it.
I tease his head with my mouth, flicking my tongue over his hole. I suck on it, hard and release him with a hard suck. Then I force my mouth back down deep onto his dick. He moans as I cover him in my spit. Up and down I suck on his cock. I hold him deep in my throat, then flick my tongue up and down his cock making him moan and call to me softly.
I repeat my teasing of his head, this time swirling my mouth around it, covering as much as possible in my circular strokes. I suck hard, then swirl, the suck, swirl, and end with as much suction as I can give him. Then I choke on his dick, gagging myself on its length as I try to swallow as much as I can. His hands move to my arms, then one on my head, just resting. He rests it on me as I bob it up and down on his cock. Its too big to use my lips as a teeth shield, so my mouth is open as wide as I can make it.
I can feel his hips lifting up to me as I suck him off, drooling down his cock. His hand is holding my head but applying no pressure - I am hitting it just right. I'm sucking away happily, in my own blissful world. Then, he says, "More teeth."
I stop dead. "More?" I can't believe my ears.
"Yes, more teeth."
My mind has just gone 0-100 in about 1.2 seconds. I have never, ever been asked for teeth... I've made the mistake of scraping teeth (my mouth is only so big!)... but asked to add teeth? Wow... ok....
I close my jaw a bit, and I'm sliding my teeth up and down his cock. Its layers of lip-teeth-tongue-teeth-lip as I slide up and down him. I'm being careful to measure my pressure, I don't want to hurt him. Not even 30 seconds pass and I hear, "More! More teeth!" I freeze, mouth full of dick.
"Mmmmm?" I ask, not believing my ears yet again.
"Yes!" he breathes heavily.
I bite down on it, and I am now fully scraping his dick with my teeth, bruising him, I'm sure. I go slowly, but he he is happy. So I keep my bite on him, I can't go fast as I'm biting him and forcing his dick up and down in between my teeth. He is moaning so loudly. I trust what I'm hearing and it is only a few minutes until he cums. I keep him clamped between my teeth and I feel his dick spasming against my teeth. I let go, and removed my mouth as he trembled at every movement I made.
I lay down next to him and wait my turn...
to be continued...
Yesterday I realized it had been a few days, maybe a week since I gave the BF a blow job. Last weekend I had sucked him off in between riding his cock or him fucking me (I do love to taste myself). But I do enjoy sucking cock, so I texted him from work suggesting I suck him tonight if he'd eat me out.
Fast forward to 11pm or so, we are laying naked together, me on his chest. I'm rubbing his cock lightly with my fingers. It grows hard under my touch. I remind him of our deal, and he looks at me, complaining that he's too tried to keep his end of the deal. I tell him I bet I can change his mind. He's not sure, but I keep stroking him. He's hard, but I'm teasing him, not jacking him off.
He complains that I'm teasing him. The more he complains, the longer I make him wait for my mouth. His eyes are closed, his arm is curled around my head, holding me to his chest. I have one leg wrapped over his leg while my hand teases and tickles his cock. Finally, I get up to crawl in between his legs. I pull his cock into my mouth, and slide down onto it. I swipe my tongue around and around the back of his cock, and do slow movements up to his head and back down, as far as I can go. He gasps when I push him as far in as I can take it, almost choking on it.
I tease his head with my mouth, flicking my tongue over his hole. I suck on it, hard and release him with a hard suck. Then I force my mouth back down deep onto his dick. He moans as I cover him in my spit. Up and down I suck on his cock. I hold him deep in my throat, then flick my tongue up and down his cock making him moan and call to me softly.
I repeat my teasing of his head, this time swirling my mouth around it, covering as much as possible in my circular strokes. I suck hard, then swirl, the suck, swirl, and end with as much suction as I can give him. Then I choke on his dick, gagging myself on its length as I try to swallow as much as I can. His hands move to my arms, then one on my head, just resting. He rests it on me as I bob it up and down on his cock. Its too big to use my lips as a teeth shield, so my mouth is open as wide as I can make it.
I can feel his hips lifting up to me as I suck him off, drooling down his cock. His hand is holding my head but applying no pressure - I am hitting it just right. I'm sucking away happily, in my own blissful world. Then, he says, "More teeth."
I stop dead. "More?" I can't believe my ears.
"Yes, more teeth."
My mind has just gone 0-100 in about 1.2 seconds. I have never, ever been asked for teeth... I've made the mistake of scraping teeth (my mouth is only so big!)... but asked to add teeth? Wow... ok....
I close my jaw a bit, and I'm sliding my teeth up and down his cock. Its layers of lip-teeth-tongue-teeth-lip as I slide up and down him. I'm being careful to measure my pressure, I don't want to hurt him. Not even 30 seconds pass and I hear, "More! More teeth!" I freeze, mouth full of dick.
"Mmmmm?" I ask, not believing my ears yet again.
"Yes!" he breathes heavily.
I bite down on it, and I am now fully scraping his dick with my teeth, bruising him, I'm sure. I go slowly, but he he is happy. So I keep my bite on him, I can't go fast as I'm biting him and forcing his dick up and down in between my teeth. He is moaning so loudly. I trust what I'm hearing and it is only a few minutes until he cums. I keep him clamped between my teeth and I feel his dick spasming against my teeth. I let go, and removed my mouth as he trembled at every movement I made.
I lay down next to him and wait my turn...
to be continued...
Monday, April 16, 2012
He sniffed my pussy while jacking off
I was laying on his chest, watching TV in the bedroom before bed. My hand was resting inches from my face, feeling his bare skin. Somewhere I drifted off to sleep, then when the sound changed I awoke and rolled over to pull off my glasses and collapse onto my pillow.
The BF quietly, teasingly admonished me for falling asleep... remember how I had talked about riding him in cowgirl and taking breaks to make him eat me out? Remember I was going to handcuff him so he was at my mercy and he would be forced to pleasure me as long as I wanted?
Oh I hadn't forgotten, but I was too tired... one of the few times I've ever been too tired to be interested in sex. I was half on my stomach, half side turned away from him. His hand grazed my butt and he gripped a cheek in his hand. I sighed contentedly. He mentioned the possibility of just jerking off to my ass. I responded by sticking it out toward him.
I could feel the head of his dick on my right butt cheek, feel his hand lightly bump into me as he started to jack himself off. I moaned my appreciation for him being willing to be content with masturbation than the sex we had planned. (That said, if he weren't so sweet, would I be OK with it? No, probably not.)
He moves so the head of his dick is pushing against the crack of my ass. It feels soft skin against skin, but I can feel the hardness beneath the cushion of his head. It moves gently across my body. I wiggle against him. He uses his free hand to run his fingers up and down my ass, gripping at the fleshy part where ass meets leg. It makes him moan and sigh with "Oh honey...." and "Oh baby...." over and over. This words are the sweetest best music to my ears. Its telling me in loves me in so many ways.
He shifts towards me so the head of his dick is now on my left ass cheek and I can feel his fingers moving under his dick, sliding across my body in swift motions. He tells me he can smell my pussy now that he's closer. He's not using lube this time, and I tell him to cum on my ass and lick it off me like a good, dirty boy. I can tell by the throaty, growly moan that he likes this idea. A lot.
I feel warm skin on the back of my thighs, right below where my butt begins. I ask him what he's doing... I hear a throated whisper, "Your pussy smells so good!" He's sniffing at it between my legs. I know it smells like the sex we had earlier in the evening.... I came twice on him, and then after he came in me he fingered me while I played with my clit and came twice more.
He smells more, and sits up, playfully slapping my ass. I'm incredibly turned on that he smelled me like that. I push my ass up a bit, and his face sinks in between my legs. He moans into my crotch, sniffing more. His hand his jerking hard at his rock hard dick. He's jacking off touching as much of my ass with his dick as he can.
"You like my smell?"
"Oh baby, I do... it smells so good!" He buries his face again.
I spread my legs slightly. "Taste it," I tell him.
He does, his tongue in a slow stroke reaches in and licks some of my wetness. He moans and smells me, filling his head with my scent. Our scent. He starts to cum and he doesn't remove his face, he keeps it on my legs buried at the base of my ass cheeks as he spills cum on to me.
And, as I instructed, he licks it off me, kisses me, and holds me as we drift to sleep.
The BF quietly, teasingly admonished me for falling asleep... remember how I had talked about riding him in cowgirl and taking breaks to make him eat me out? Remember I was going to handcuff him so he was at my mercy and he would be forced to pleasure me as long as I wanted?
Oh I hadn't forgotten, but I was too tired... one of the few times I've ever been too tired to be interested in sex. I was half on my stomach, half side turned away from him. His hand grazed my butt and he gripped a cheek in his hand. I sighed contentedly. He mentioned the possibility of just jerking off to my ass. I responded by sticking it out toward him.
I could feel the head of his dick on my right butt cheek, feel his hand lightly bump into me as he started to jack himself off. I moaned my appreciation for him being willing to be content with masturbation than the sex we had planned. (That said, if he weren't so sweet, would I be OK with it? No, probably not.)
He moves so the head of his dick is pushing against the crack of my ass. It feels soft skin against skin, but I can feel the hardness beneath the cushion of his head. It moves gently across my body. I wiggle against him. He uses his free hand to run his fingers up and down my ass, gripping at the fleshy part where ass meets leg. It makes him moan and sigh with "Oh honey...." and "Oh baby...." over and over. This words are the sweetest best music to my ears. Its telling me in loves me in so many ways.
He shifts towards me so the head of his dick is now on my left ass cheek and I can feel his fingers moving under his dick, sliding across my body in swift motions. He tells me he can smell my pussy now that he's closer. He's not using lube this time, and I tell him to cum on my ass and lick it off me like a good, dirty boy. I can tell by the throaty, growly moan that he likes this idea. A lot.
I feel warm skin on the back of my thighs, right below where my butt begins. I ask him what he's doing... I hear a throated whisper, "Your pussy smells so good!" He's sniffing at it between my legs. I know it smells like the sex we had earlier in the evening.... I came twice on him, and then after he came in me he fingered me while I played with my clit and came twice more.
He smells more, and sits up, playfully slapping my ass. I'm incredibly turned on that he smelled me like that. I push my ass up a bit, and his face sinks in between my legs. He moans into my crotch, sniffing more. His hand his jerking hard at his rock hard dick. He's jacking off touching as much of my ass with his dick as he can.
"You like my smell?"
"Oh baby, I do... it smells so good!" He buries his face again.
I spread my legs slightly. "Taste it," I tell him.
He does, his tongue in a slow stroke reaches in and licks some of my wetness. He moans and smells me, filling his head with my scent. Our scent. He starts to cum and he doesn't remove his face, he keeps it on my legs buried at the base of my ass cheeks as he spills cum on to me.
And, as I instructed, he licks it off me, kisses me, and holds me as we drift to sleep.
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