What are your five (5) most memorable/amazing sexual moments?
I'm counting these down to the best sexual moment.
5. The first time I had an orgasm from oral
sex. Um, yeah. I knew I was missing something, but when it happened for
the first time, I was hooked (especially since he could make it happen
again and again).
4. The first time I had more than 1 orgasm from masturbation. I had always been a one orgasm girl during masturbation. During the build-up, when pleasure was so high and it felt so amazing, I would tell myself I was going for at least two. I never did. Once the orgasm hit I was so satisfied and the drop from the peak of orgasm to resting was so big that I couldn't muster the desire to do it all over again. That is, until I started having phone sex with my fiance. During one of our first times he told me I was going to have more than one; he would walk me through it. We talked to each other, me describing what I was doing and how it felt. When I came, he listened to me orgasm. What felt like a few seconds of time post-orgasm he told me to do it again, fast. I trusted him and my fingers went after my clit -- BOOM. Second orgasm. Then third. And then he came, listening to me.
3. The first time we had sex. The whole night was amazing. He was so afraid that he was going to hurt me since I'd only had a little bit of boring sex with one person prior to him. He didn't hurt me. The first several months of our relationship he went very slow and very gentle on me. All I remember is how amazing it felt and how loving he was as he coached me through it.
2. Pegging my fiance and seeing the exquisite pleasure on his face when he came as I fucked against his prostate. He never comes as hard as he does when I hit that just right.
1. Having a partner acknowledge, affirm, and accept my bisexuality and encourage my full exploration of it.
Bonus: What is one quality you appreciate in a lover?
A good ear. You can tell all you need to know about how I'm enjoying something or where I'm at in my cycle of arousal just from listening. It doesn't happen immediately and it takes time, but once you know it, you can really make me come.
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Tuesday, March 26, 2013
Tuesday, February 19, 2013
He spanked me til I cried
"We need a safeword."
"Ok. Pick one."
"I can't think of anything! I'm nervous."
"Well, you need to pick so you'll remember it."
"Ok." My heart was pounding. I'd never picked a safeword for myself. I don't allow myself to be vulnerable like that. But I had asked for this, and I wanted it.
Safeword chosen, I stripped and laid face down on the bed. I peeked up at him.
He had the riding crop in his hand. Oh. So not open palm like we've tried before. Instead of widespread pain like I had only experienced one other time, this was to be a series of sharp, stinging, small painful hits. I hadn't thought about this.
"Relax." Yeah, like that was going to happen. I tried not to tense my body. I held my face in my hands and waited.
He knelt on the bed beside me, crop in hand. There was no warning, just a light swish of air as the crop hit my right butt cheek. My body flinched. He hadn't hit very hard, but hard enough to cross the line to a little bit of pain. He didn't wait too long before the next hit on my left cheek. He alternated between hits and watched my body do little flinches of surprised, painful response.
I hoped he wouldn't tell me not to flinch. I wasn't ready for that yet.
The hits started to come harder. Most of the time he alternated cheeks, but randomly he would strike the same cheek, in what felt like the same spot, and it would hurt. A lot. I let my whimpers and moans be heard. But I knew this only spurred him on.
The slaps of the crop stung and left my skin with this warming feeling. I was no longer worrying about whether or not to control my flinching. It was out of the question. He wasn't waiting for me to settle down or prepare for the next. It was already happening before the sting of the first stopped.
He paused a moment to kiss my red cheeks. "So beautiful," he breathed against my skin. "So warm." My breath shuddered. He resumed spanking me with the crop.
My hands gripped my head, pulling slightly at my hair. I bit my lip and tried to breath through the pain. He made my spread my legs and hit my ass near my inner upper thigh. I howled with pain after two sharp hits. I pulled my legs shut, so happy I hadn't suggested restraints. I couldn't handle many blows like that.
With my legs closed, he returned to my ass and started hitting three sharp whacks to the same spot, and then changing. It hurt so bad my whole body started twisting away from him in pain. Tears started falling down my cheeks; I've never started crying so fast.
I heard him jerking off with his free hand. He liked it so much. In a frenzy of emotions, I tried to process how I was letting this happen, why I had asked for this, how he could be turned on by it, and just how I knew that my cries and tears (definitely audible to him) would all turn him on more than I probably wanted to know.
He made me spin away from him several more times. He didn't always let me get back to laying on my stomach before he hit me again. I cried and yelled my pain. The tears helped me through it.
Finally, he stopped and I was happy. I'd almost used the safeword, but now that it was over I was happy I had endured. Happy despite the pain and falling tears.
I'd never felt so vulnerable. I laid there as he put the crop away and I continued crying. So many emotions that I couldn't understand were washing through me.
He returned to the bed and laid beside me, one hand stroking my hair and the other holding my hands in his. He was so gentle. I was so raw and tender and he looked on me with such love. I don't remember what he said. He comforted me, held me, and supported me.
He let me cry my tears. He soothed me and held me as the emotions slowly evaporated away. I ended up laying on his chest, resting. Eventually, I asked about how much he had enjoyed spanking me and hearing me cry. He hadn't come, but his continued boner told me how much he was still turned on.
I laid on his chest as he jerked off. He held my head against him and told me how beautiful I was and how he wanted to do it again.
"Ok. Pick one."
"I can't think of anything! I'm nervous."
"Well, you need to pick so you'll remember it."
"Ok." My heart was pounding. I'd never picked a safeword for myself. I don't allow myself to be vulnerable like that. But I had asked for this, and I wanted it.
Safeword chosen, I stripped and laid face down on the bed. I peeked up at him.
He had the riding crop in his hand. Oh. So not open palm like we've tried before. Instead of widespread pain like I had only experienced one other time, this was to be a series of sharp, stinging, small painful hits. I hadn't thought about this.
"Relax." Yeah, like that was going to happen. I tried not to tense my body. I held my face in my hands and waited.
He knelt on the bed beside me, crop in hand. There was no warning, just a light swish of air as the crop hit my right butt cheek. My body flinched. He hadn't hit very hard, but hard enough to cross the line to a little bit of pain. He didn't wait too long before the next hit on my left cheek. He alternated between hits and watched my body do little flinches of surprised, painful response.
I hoped he wouldn't tell me not to flinch. I wasn't ready for that yet.
The hits started to come harder. Most of the time he alternated cheeks, but randomly he would strike the same cheek, in what felt like the same spot, and it would hurt. A lot. I let my whimpers and moans be heard. But I knew this only spurred him on.
The slaps of the crop stung and left my skin with this warming feeling. I was no longer worrying about whether or not to control my flinching. It was out of the question. He wasn't waiting for me to settle down or prepare for the next. It was already happening before the sting of the first stopped.
He paused a moment to kiss my red cheeks. "So beautiful," he breathed against my skin. "So warm." My breath shuddered. He resumed spanking me with the crop.
My hands gripped my head, pulling slightly at my hair. I bit my lip and tried to breath through the pain. He made my spread my legs and hit my ass near my inner upper thigh. I howled with pain after two sharp hits. I pulled my legs shut, so happy I hadn't suggested restraints. I couldn't handle many blows like that.
With my legs closed, he returned to my ass and started hitting three sharp whacks to the same spot, and then changing. It hurt so bad my whole body started twisting away from him in pain. Tears started falling down my cheeks; I've never started crying so fast.
I heard him jerking off with his free hand. He liked it so much. In a frenzy of emotions, I tried to process how I was letting this happen, why I had asked for this, how he could be turned on by it, and just how I knew that my cries and tears (definitely audible to him) would all turn him on more than I probably wanted to know.
He made me spin away from him several more times. He didn't always let me get back to laying on my stomach before he hit me again. I cried and yelled my pain. The tears helped me through it.
Finally, he stopped and I was happy. I'd almost used the safeword, but now that it was over I was happy I had endured. Happy despite the pain and falling tears.
I'd never felt so vulnerable. I laid there as he put the crop away and I continued crying. So many emotions that I couldn't understand were washing through me.
He returned to the bed and laid beside me, one hand stroking my hair and the other holding my hands in his. He was so gentle. I was so raw and tender and he looked on me with such love. I don't remember what he said. He comforted me, held me, and supported me.
He let me cry my tears. He soothed me and held me as the emotions slowly evaporated away. I ended up laying on his chest, resting. Eventually, I asked about how much he had enjoyed spanking me and hearing me cry. He hadn't come, but his continued boner told me how much he was still turned on.
I laid on his chest as he jerked off. He held my head against him and told me how beautiful I was and how he wanted to do it again.
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| Taken after he had jacked off. Still a little pink. |
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
Review: Don Wands Pink Graduate Glass Dildo
Note: This product was provided by Erotic Toy Town in exchange for an honest review. You can check out all the glass dildos available at Erotic Toy Town right here.
The Toy
I was looking forward to this review for so many reasons! First, this is my first double-ended dildo and I was so excited to see how both ends worked for me. I only have one other glass dildo, but its more of a rabbit style and a completely different shape. (It is the Icicles No 16 shown here).
This is the Don Wands Pink Graduate Dildo. The two ends of this toy are different shapes and sizes and, for me, serve very different functions. Side A features a pointed "head" that is the same size and shape as the first bulb on Side B. The shaft is then narrow and curved toward what I consider the end of Side B. The curve in this dildo is not extreme, but I found if I was holding the opposite end, it was too pointed up for my comfort. Instead, it made for a great handle for using Side B.
After trying Side A and then Side B, I ended up using Side B exclusively. The two bulbs after the "head" are an excellent size and shape difference between the largest and smallest circumference of the bulbs. The difference is noticeable yet not extreme.
I love glass toys for several reasons and this toy is a great example. It is non-porous so it's body safe and able to be sterilized by boiling water, washing in the top rack of your dishwasher, or rinsing with a water/bleach solution. (I'm not a fan of bleach so I always going boiling or dishwasher). In between sterilizing washes I'll wash it with regular soap and water.
To warm it up (room temperature seems really cold on my pussy) I'll run it under hot water for about thirty seconds and then it feels very warm against my skin. You can put it in the fridge and freezer for some temperature play, but that's not really in my interest for this toy, so I haven't done that.
The Sex (for him)
The only time he really uses this toy is when I ask him to help me get off with it. Normally this toy is a masturbation toy for me, but I can't get a fast back and forth motion on my own, so I ask him for help. He's more than helpful and will use the "handle" (aka the end of Side A) to fuck me with this toy in a sawing type motion. I love the feeling of these bulbs sliding in and out of my vagina and the rhythm he selects is usually perfect. Sometimes I have to tell him to slow down as this is a glass toy and if he moves it too fast it feels like he's beating up my vagina rather than pleasuring me.
I offered to use this toy on him anally, but we had a couple of concerns. First, the angle on side A makes it awkward and too shallow to hit his prostate. For side B, he does not like texture in his anal play and he didn't want the experience of having these bulbs slide in and out. We decided not to use this toy on him and keep it for me. (This also helps cut down on how often we sterilize it vs a simple soap and water wash).
The Sex (for her)
This toy has become my favorite dildo! I would never have guessed it had such potential, but aside from my favorite bullet vibe and the Hitachi, it is one of three toys and the only dildo that has claimed a permanent spot on my nightstand for frequent use. IT IS THAT GOOD.
The first time I used this toy on Side B, I realized there was some great potential here. My first orgasm with this toy was just OK, but that's how all toys seem to be on the first try. Since my second try, I've been hooked on it.
The length of Side B is perfect - I really don't need a long dildo to get off. I've gotten off with just sliding the "head" in and out of me -- so shallow! -- as I'm very sensitive at the entrance of my vagina. If I go in to the second or third bulb, I can hit my G-spot just right and most of the time I end up squirting. EASY SQUIRTING. I can't believe I used to try so hard with other toys and could never happen. This toy is the right everything, I'm guaranteed a squirt within a couple of minutes of play.
After I've squirted with this toy, I'll continue to play with it or just leave it in me while I use the Hitachi on my clit. The combo of these two toys gives me an incredible dual clitoral-vaginal orgasm so incredibly good, even I surprise myself with the screaming. My vagina clamps down and squeezes the dildo during orgasm, and the hardness of the glass mixed with my vaginal spasms is... bliss. Wet, orgasmic bliss!
The Judgement
What more can I say about this toy? It's a winner. A favorite. A favorite that has made the nightstand of honor. I love this toy, especially when combined with the Hitachi.I have bigger toys, longer toys, thicker toys, and certainly more expensive toys... but they can't do what this dildo does for me. Thank you Erotic Toy Town for the awesome dildo!
The Toy
I was looking forward to this review for so many reasons! First, this is my first double-ended dildo and I was so excited to see how both ends worked for me. I only have one other glass dildo, but its more of a rabbit style and a completely different shape. (It is the Icicles No 16 shown here).
This is the Don Wands Pink Graduate Dildo. The two ends of this toy are different shapes and sizes and, for me, serve very different functions. Side A features a pointed "head" that is the same size and shape as the first bulb on Side B. The shaft is then narrow and curved toward what I consider the end of Side B. The curve in this dildo is not extreme, but I found if I was holding the opposite end, it was too pointed up for my comfort. Instead, it made for a great handle for using Side B.
After trying Side A and then Side B, I ended up using Side B exclusively. The two bulbs after the "head" are an excellent size and shape difference between the largest and smallest circumference of the bulbs. The difference is noticeable yet not extreme.
I love glass toys for several reasons and this toy is a great example. It is non-porous so it's body safe and able to be sterilized by boiling water, washing in the top rack of your dishwasher, or rinsing with a water/bleach solution. (I'm not a fan of bleach so I always going boiling or dishwasher). In between sterilizing washes I'll wash it with regular soap and water.
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| I'm not normally a fan of pink, but pink glass is pretty! |
The Sex (for him)
The only time he really uses this toy is when I ask him to help me get off with it. Normally this toy is a masturbation toy for me, but I can't get a fast back and forth motion on my own, so I ask him for help. He's more than helpful and will use the "handle" (aka the end of Side A) to fuck me with this toy in a sawing type motion. I love the feeling of these bulbs sliding in and out of my vagina and the rhythm he selects is usually perfect. Sometimes I have to tell him to slow down as this is a glass toy and if he moves it too fast it feels like he's beating up my vagina rather than pleasuring me.
I offered to use this toy on him anally, but we had a couple of concerns. First, the angle on side A makes it awkward and too shallow to hit his prostate. For side B, he does not like texture in his anal play and he didn't want the experience of having these bulbs slide in and out. We decided not to use this toy on him and keep it for me. (This also helps cut down on how often we sterilize it vs a simple soap and water wash).
The Sex (for her)
This toy has become my favorite dildo! I would never have guessed it had such potential, but aside from my favorite bullet vibe and the Hitachi, it is one of three toys and the only dildo that has claimed a permanent spot on my nightstand for frequent use. IT IS THAT GOOD.
The first time I used this toy on Side B, I realized there was some great potential here. My first orgasm with this toy was just OK, but that's how all toys seem to be on the first try. Since my second try, I've been hooked on it.
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| Nightstand quality |
After I've squirted with this toy, I'll continue to play with it or just leave it in me while I use the Hitachi on my clit. The combo of these two toys gives me an incredible dual clitoral-vaginal orgasm so incredibly good, even I surprise myself with the screaming. My vagina clamps down and squeezes the dildo during orgasm, and the hardness of the glass mixed with my vaginal spasms is... bliss. Wet, orgasmic bliss!
The Judgement
What more can I say about this toy? It's a winner. A favorite. A favorite that has made the nightstand of honor. I love this toy, especially when combined with the Hitachi.I have bigger toys, longer toys, thicker toys, and certainly more expensive toys... but they can't do what this dildo does for me. Thank you Erotic Toy Town for the awesome dildo!
Monday, November 12, 2012
Early Morning Booty Call (literally)
Loud, obnoxious jazz music jolted me awake. Actually I was already awake, but the music made me go from very sleepy to wide awake. I had known it was early and now that my boyfriend's 5am alarm was going off, I knew just how early it was -- on a Saturday.
He snoozed the alarm and rolled over to cuddle me. His body was so hot to the touch. How could he sleep under the quilt and be comfortable? I threw off my covers and then cuddled into his big spoon. His arm wrapped around me and settled just under a breast. He moaned contentedly and kissed my shoulder, nuzzling me with his nose and lips.
My brain was so awake from that sudden music, but my body was still asleep and relaxed. Heat from his body warmed me. I noticed that he had no boner, unlike the ones I normally feel when he spoons me first thing in the morning. The alarm must have thrown his body off.We laid there together, little sighs and swallowed moans of early morning happiness as our communication back and forth.
Then the music went off again. He flipped over to turn it off, and I complained of the noise - it was louder this time. He turned it off and continued to just lay in bed. I turned over, laid my head on his chest, and asked if he was going to get up now. He laughed at my contradiction - asking if he were about it get up, but laying on his chest as if to hold him there. Guilty as charged.
He said he would jack off first and then get up. I snuggled in to him, wrapping a hand around his inner thigh and laying my head so he could tuck it under his chin as we normally do when I'm not participating or expecting an orgasm in return. This time I planned on just resting and enjoying it while he did all the work. It was too early for me to do anything else.
Not a minute later, he whispered to me, "I wish I could lick your booty hole." I perked my head up.
"Oh you do?"
"Yes," he breathed. "I wanna lick it."
"It's clean, you can if you want to." I had showered before going to bed. I pulled myself away from his body and crawled up, kneeling 'face down, ass up' on my own pillow so he could find my ass in the dark.
He got up, and knelt behind me. Still jerking off, his fingers of his left hand glided across my skin as he felt his way in the dark. Such a light touch despite his obvious lust. Finger were replaced by lips as he landed soft kisses that swept from one side of my ass to the other, avoiding the cleft in the middle.
I wondered if being in pitch black was making him act slower, or if he was just trying to find his way. Then a finger slide in my crack and expertly located my anus. He wasn't "lost" in the dark, he was just taking his time and slowly approaching the inevitable.
The finger circled around my hole before lightly pressing on it. My body tense, and then a tongue was suddenly replacing the finger and my body jolted in surprise and excitement. Oh, I love it when he rims me. The first lick was small and light, like a test run. He felt my body respond and heard the moan escape my lips. I was his.
He pressed his face into my ass crack and tongue swept across my booty hole. He made circles and sweeping movements. His mouth explored me expertly. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the pleasure.
Normally I hear the sounds of his hand on his penis and his soft moans. We always have lights on during sex so we can see one another. But in the dark, facing away from him, with a fan running in the room, all I could detect of him was the tongue licking my asshole. It was strange, being so cut off from him and yet so intimately connected. My moans were loud and I knew he would hear me. I had no idea until my first rim job that I could get off just from him licking my asshole.
Suddenly I felt his tongue probe me, entering my asshole. My hips rocked in pleasure and I felt my anus contract around the tip that was in me, moan turning into soft scream. He pulled out and repeated this, my hips bucking more and I felt the orgasm draw close.
He pushed more tongue into me and was pulling out when I came, aware of the spasms I was making around him. He could feel every contraction of my pleasure around his tongue. He licked me and probed me through my orgasm and continued with the same fervor once my moans diminished a bit. I was lost in post-orgasmic bliss, hugging my pillow beneath me, and I heard his final grunts of orgasm break through that invisible sound barrier between us.
He collapsed for a moment on the bed and accused me of being naughty for talking him into such a filthy act so early in the day. I giggled and teased him for being so easy to convince.
He snoozed the alarm and rolled over to cuddle me. His body was so hot to the touch. How could he sleep under the quilt and be comfortable? I threw off my covers and then cuddled into his big spoon. His arm wrapped around me and settled just under a breast. He moaned contentedly and kissed my shoulder, nuzzling me with his nose and lips.
My brain was so awake from that sudden music, but my body was still asleep and relaxed. Heat from his body warmed me. I noticed that he had no boner, unlike the ones I normally feel when he spoons me first thing in the morning. The alarm must have thrown his body off.We laid there together, little sighs and swallowed moans of early morning happiness as our communication back and forth.
Then the music went off again. He flipped over to turn it off, and I complained of the noise - it was louder this time. He turned it off and continued to just lay in bed. I turned over, laid my head on his chest, and asked if he was going to get up now. He laughed at my contradiction - asking if he were about it get up, but laying on his chest as if to hold him there. Guilty as charged.
He said he would jack off first and then get up. I snuggled in to him, wrapping a hand around his inner thigh and laying my head so he could tuck it under his chin as we normally do when I'm not participating or expecting an orgasm in return. This time I planned on just resting and enjoying it while he did all the work. It was too early for me to do anything else.
Not a minute later, he whispered to me, "I wish I could lick your booty hole." I perked my head up.
"Oh you do?"
"Yes," he breathed. "I wanna lick it."
"It's clean, you can if you want to." I had showered before going to bed. I pulled myself away from his body and crawled up, kneeling 'face down, ass up' on my own pillow so he could find my ass in the dark.
He got up, and knelt behind me. Still jerking off, his fingers of his left hand glided across my skin as he felt his way in the dark. Such a light touch despite his obvious lust. Finger were replaced by lips as he landed soft kisses that swept from one side of my ass to the other, avoiding the cleft in the middle.
I wondered if being in pitch black was making him act slower, or if he was just trying to find his way. Then a finger slide in my crack and expertly located my anus. He wasn't "lost" in the dark, he was just taking his time and slowly approaching the inevitable.
The finger circled around my hole before lightly pressing on it. My body tense, and then a tongue was suddenly replacing the finger and my body jolted in surprise and excitement. Oh, I love it when he rims me. The first lick was small and light, like a test run. He felt my body respond and heard the moan escape my lips. I was his.
He pressed his face into my ass crack and tongue swept across my booty hole. He made circles and sweeping movements. His mouth explored me expertly. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the pleasure.
Normally I hear the sounds of his hand on his penis and his soft moans. We always have lights on during sex so we can see one another. But in the dark, facing away from him, with a fan running in the room, all I could detect of him was the tongue licking my asshole. It was strange, being so cut off from him and yet so intimately connected. My moans were loud and I knew he would hear me. I had no idea until my first rim job that I could get off just from him licking my asshole.
Suddenly I felt his tongue probe me, entering my asshole. My hips rocked in pleasure and I felt my anus contract around the tip that was in me, moan turning into soft scream. He pulled out and repeated this, my hips bucking more and I felt the orgasm draw close.
He pushed more tongue into me and was pulling out when I came, aware of the spasms I was making around him. He could feel every contraction of my pleasure around his tongue. He licked me and probed me through my orgasm and continued with the same fervor once my moans diminished a bit. I was lost in post-orgasmic bliss, hugging my pillow beneath me, and I heard his final grunts of orgasm break through that invisible sound barrier between us.
He collapsed for a moment on the bed and accused me of being naughty for talking him into such a filthy act so early in the day. I giggled and teased him for being so easy to convince.
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
My Orgasm #2
Home alone for hours, what's a girl to do but watch porn, masturbate, and let you listen to it? Enjoy!
If you missed it at the end, I squirted (and you can hear it). Here is the small wetspot. Not a huge squirt, I do about 4x that when the BF fucks me doggie style...
If you missed it at the end, I squirted (and you can hear it). Here is the small wetspot. Not a huge squirt, I do about 4x that when the BF fucks me doggie style...
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| Squirt wet spot |
Monday, August 6, 2012
My favorite parts of the weekend
So many fun, sexy, and loving happy things happened this weekend that I wanted to share all of them. So here is a quick look at just what has made me smile over the past 48 or so hours:
Friday night: Being greeted as soon as I'm home from work and cooking dinner together. We chat about my day and share kisses and gropes while we cook. I make taco meat while he preps the veggies. I talk about my frustrations about work, and he supports me and encourages me.
As we're eating, he reminds me that I'm intelligent and beautiful, and there are many reasons that he loves me besides these two.
Many times while playing video games that night he tells me he loves me.
He begs me to get off the computer after too long at the computer. I complain that I'm having fun video gaming, and he tells me that he wants more time one-on-one with me. It's been a long week and he wants lots of cuddles on the couch tonight. The way he asks is not demanding or expecting of me; its a simple request. The look in his eyes and the touch of his hand in my hair when he asks is so sincere, I melt. We sit on the couch to watch some TV and cuddle. We give each other back massages. I end up falling asleep and he wakes me up to go to bed as soon as he notices.
I'm so tired when we go to bed, but he is horny. He holds me on his chest as he jacks himself off. I play with his balls and his whole body responds to my ball massage. He grips me to his chest and I fall asleep hearing him moan my name.
Saturday morning, I wake up from being too hot from cuddling. I think we cuddled almost all night. He wakes up with my stirring and gives me a good morning hand job that ends in him eating me out until his face has disappeared in my cunt.
We realize we woke up much earlier than normal, and end up taking a nap only a few hours later. Our nap is followed by some TV time on the couch. At some point he can't take any more of me being naked reaching over to paly with his dick and he ends up fucking me on the couch in 3 different positions for about 15 straight minutes. I cum several times, but my clit is feeling the need to orgasm, so I retreat to the bedroom to masturbate. He wanders in finding me almost asleep again and tells me to enjoy my day off.
Later he tells me we need to go out to dinner, he knows I need some relaxing time out. He drives me to our favorite restaurant and we share the same sweat in the booth, often with me resting my head on his shoulder and his arm around me. Sometimes we sit in silence, just enjoying each other.
Later that night, when he's grabbing dessert in the kitchen, he turns to me and says, "You know, I've never been happier in my life." My heart swells in happiness. He's not big on romantic statements, so this one comment is rare and very treasured by me.
Again I fall asleep on the couch during our cuddle time. Again he holds me on his chest while he masturbates. This time I tug and pull on his balls and he tells me how good I am at it. I murmur "It's like I was made to tug on them" and he tells me I most certainly was.
We fall asleep cuddling again. We are awoken few hours later by a very strong storm that causes us to get up, check the weather, and unplug our important electronics. There's no real danger, so we head back to bed, holding each other. A bolt of lightening makes me hump together, arms around each other.
Sunday we sleep in way too late and decide to have a nice day out. Lunch, shopping, movies. As we're getting ready, he calls me Mrs. (his last night). I call him naughty and tell him that he, Mr. (my last name) shouldn't say such things. He actually grins and almost blushes at my comment. He admits to liking my last name as his...
He helps me pick out shoes and we go clothes shopping. I could use a couple more dresses for work. I try on two in the dressing room. One is a steal on clearance that I like and it fits well. The other is only on sale, but I love it. I go to check the price again, unsure of whether to get it. As I'm trying to decide he asks, "Do you love it?" When I say I do, he says, "Then get it. You deserve it." He squeezes my shoulder with his arm around me and looks me in the eye: "Get it."
Funny how someone giving you permission to do what I want makes such a difference. I buy both dresses, and get him a couple of hot thongs on clearance as well. (They are super hot).
At the movies we spend a good forty or so minutes of him with his arm around me and me with my head on his shoulder. The rest of the movie he holds my hand which he occasionally kisses throughout the movie.
Onto grocery shopping, where we are so happy we can't not put our arms around each other as we shop. We plan our meals for the week and he starts buying food for a "surprise meal" that will be made later in the week. I'm excited and curious.
We unpack the car and groceries together. The sink is full of dirty dishes; I really want to sit down and relax for a couple of hours, and he tells me I should. He'll do the dishes tomorrow. They can wait one day as he wants me to relax.
At home later we are playing video games - my final hurrah before the week starts again. Suddenly he starts humming a song - and I realize what it is. "Why are you singing that?"
"What?" he keeps humming.
"You can't hum that!"
"Why not? One day you'll be my bride, all dressed in white..."
"Naughty!" but when he turns to look at me, I'm beet red from blushing and he gets up and comes over to hug and kiss me, even though I try to hide my bashful face.
"You are so beautiful when you blush! Why are you blushing so much! One day you'll be my bride, you know... awww, look at you smile!"
And as I'm writing this, he's on the couch just a few feet away, waiting for me to cuddle and spend some quality time together.
He is exactly what I needed.
Friday night: Being greeted as soon as I'm home from work and cooking dinner together. We chat about my day and share kisses and gropes while we cook. I make taco meat while he preps the veggies. I talk about my frustrations about work, and he supports me and encourages me.
As we're eating, he reminds me that I'm intelligent and beautiful, and there are many reasons that he loves me besides these two.
Many times while playing video games that night he tells me he loves me.
He begs me to get off the computer after too long at the computer. I complain that I'm having fun video gaming, and he tells me that he wants more time one-on-one with me. It's been a long week and he wants lots of cuddles on the couch tonight. The way he asks is not demanding or expecting of me; its a simple request. The look in his eyes and the touch of his hand in my hair when he asks is so sincere, I melt. We sit on the couch to watch some TV and cuddle. We give each other back massages. I end up falling asleep and he wakes me up to go to bed as soon as he notices.
I'm so tired when we go to bed, but he is horny. He holds me on his chest as he jacks himself off. I play with his balls and his whole body responds to my ball massage. He grips me to his chest and I fall asleep hearing him moan my name.
Saturday morning, I wake up from being too hot from cuddling. I think we cuddled almost all night. He wakes up with my stirring and gives me a good morning hand job that ends in him eating me out until his face has disappeared in my cunt.
We realize we woke up much earlier than normal, and end up taking a nap only a few hours later. Our nap is followed by some TV time on the couch. At some point he can't take any more of me being naked reaching over to paly with his dick and he ends up fucking me on the couch in 3 different positions for about 15 straight minutes. I cum several times, but my clit is feeling the need to orgasm, so I retreat to the bedroom to masturbate. He wanders in finding me almost asleep again and tells me to enjoy my day off.
Later he tells me we need to go out to dinner, he knows I need some relaxing time out. He drives me to our favorite restaurant and we share the same sweat in the booth, often with me resting my head on his shoulder and his arm around me. Sometimes we sit in silence, just enjoying each other.
Later that night, when he's grabbing dessert in the kitchen, he turns to me and says, "You know, I've never been happier in my life." My heart swells in happiness. He's not big on romantic statements, so this one comment is rare and very treasured by me.
Again I fall asleep on the couch during our cuddle time. Again he holds me on his chest while he masturbates. This time I tug and pull on his balls and he tells me how good I am at it. I murmur "It's like I was made to tug on them" and he tells me I most certainly was.
We fall asleep cuddling again. We are awoken few hours later by a very strong storm that causes us to get up, check the weather, and unplug our important electronics. There's no real danger, so we head back to bed, holding each other. A bolt of lightening makes me hump together, arms around each other.
Sunday we sleep in way too late and decide to have a nice day out. Lunch, shopping, movies. As we're getting ready, he calls me Mrs. (his last night). I call him naughty and tell him that he, Mr. (my last name) shouldn't say such things. He actually grins and almost blushes at my comment. He admits to liking my last name as his...
He helps me pick out shoes and we go clothes shopping. I could use a couple more dresses for work. I try on two in the dressing room. One is a steal on clearance that I like and it fits well. The other is only on sale, but I love it. I go to check the price again, unsure of whether to get it. As I'm trying to decide he asks, "Do you love it?" When I say I do, he says, "Then get it. You deserve it." He squeezes my shoulder with his arm around me and looks me in the eye: "Get it."
Funny how someone giving you permission to do what I want makes such a difference. I buy both dresses, and get him a couple of hot thongs on clearance as well. (They are super hot).
At the movies we spend a good forty or so minutes of him with his arm around me and me with my head on his shoulder. The rest of the movie he holds my hand which he occasionally kisses throughout the movie.
Onto grocery shopping, where we are so happy we can't not put our arms around each other as we shop. We plan our meals for the week and he starts buying food for a "surprise meal" that will be made later in the week. I'm excited and curious.
We unpack the car and groceries together. The sink is full of dirty dishes; I really want to sit down and relax for a couple of hours, and he tells me I should. He'll do the dishes tomorrow. They can wait one day as he wants me to relax.
At home later we are playing video games - my final hurrah before the week starts again. Suddenly he starts humming a song - and I realize what it is. "Why are you singing that?"
"What?" he keeps humming.
"You can't hum that!"
"Why not? One day you'll be my bride, all dressed in white..."
"Naughty!" but when he turns to look at me, I'm beet red from blushing and he gets up and comes over to hug and kiss me, even though I try to hide my bashful face.
"You are so beautiful when you blush! Why are you blushing so much! One day you'll be my bride, you know... awww, look at you smile!"
And as I'm writing this, he's on the couch just a few feet away, waiting for me to cuddle and spend some quality time together.
He is exactly what I needed.
Thursday, June 14, 2012
Sex diary: Our anniversary weekend
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Thursday, May 31, 2012
Revisiting my early masturbation days
Disclaimer: This post is an entry into the contest hosted by Master Jean-Luc Gothos at his blog. The focus of the contest is to write a short story or encounter about the past that includes masturbation. Anyone can enter this contest, and the prize is a sweet $55 gift card! You have until June 8th to submit your entry either as a comment on his blog post or as a feature on your own blog with his permission to publish on his.
At a young age I used to have fun wiggling my clitoris while I peed. Because its movement changed the direction of my pee, I assumed it was a little "pee sack" where my pee came out of - just like a man had a dick, I had this little "bubble." I didn't consider it pleasurable, it was more fun to watch on the toilet than anything.
I was 12 when I discovered my clitoris was for pleasure. We were on vacation at Niagara Falls and I was taking a bath after a long day of walking and sightseeing. I sat in the tub and my hands wandered down to my pussy. I was on my period, but I didn't see any blood in the water. Somehow my finger found my clit and I moved it.
I froze. It felt.... GOOD. Unlike any other good I had realized down there. I tried again. More pleasure. This was new, different. I liked it.
I tried some more, and my breath quickened. My hand started to make splashes in the water. I tried to slow down, acutely aware of the noise I was making and just how thin the door to the exterior room was. I focused on what felt good. I didn't orgasm; I'm not even sure I knew what it was at that point. But my sexual awakening had begun.
I didn't attempt it again until I was home and in my own bedroom. It felt so, so good, but I knew I wasn't achieving the pleasure I'm sure could be there. I experimented and played some more. I still wasn't orgasming, but I really didn't need to. It felt so incredibly pleasant that I was getting a "release." I started to do this every time I showered - right before or after the shower. I would lay down on the floor or sit on the toilet and fiddle with my clit until I obtained that release.
So every day or every other day, for several years, this continued. I don't remember masturbating in bed even though I had my own room. The bathroom was always safe as the water could run and the fan would hide any noises I made.
In my mid-teens, I added vagina play to the mix. What's a fifteen year old to do? Be inventive. Alcohol hand sanitizer to the leg of a barbie, and voila - a dildo small enough for a virgin pussy! (Note: I am not recommending this...) Adding thrusting to my clit stimulation made it so much more amazing to my experience. Now my bedroom became my masturbation sanctuary. I would lie down, naked on my floor, and masturbate - every day.
Sometimes I would fuck myself so hard, I would bruise my cervix and have some spotting in my panties. All this hornyness also made me wet all the time... so wet that my mother noticed all my panties were slightly discolored - and she asked me if I was having trouble holding it for the bathroom! (I told her absolutely not, and I had no idea what prompted that question until I realized all my panties were discolored in the crotch from a constantly wet pussy. Oh well!)
Did my learning about my body end as I grew out of my teens and lost my virginity? Au contraire! This was just the beginning of a sexual journey that I expect to take a lifetime.
All this masturbation in my early-mid teens taught me several things:
1. I like pleasure. I like to feel pleasure, I like to orgasm. It feels so good; I would not deny myself if I had to.
2. I know how to pleasure myself. I think every person should know how to pleasure themselves. You need to know your body so you will never be at a loss on how to please yourself. Using someone for the sole purpose of only your pleasure and not theirs is not fair to them, or yourself. Take care of you.
3. By the time I started allowing a partner to explore my body at age 18, I already knew what I liked and where. I didn't know it all, but I knew how to make myself cum and how to teach him to make me cum. It made voicing my wants so much easier. It also made it easier for my partner to ask what I liked or didn't like.
4. It helped me reserve some time each day for myself. My life has only grown busier, but I have learned that reserving time for self-pleasure is so important. A horny person who goes too long without orgasm can often become an irritable person. So, in essence, masturbation is good for the planet.
5. Masturbation is not wrong. I found out as a young adult that my mother believes masturbation is wrong. It means there is something wrong with you and/or it is a sin. This knowledge completely saddened me. It made me have serious doubts about the quality of my parents' sex life. (How can you have great sex without pleasuring yourself? What if you don't have equal sex drives; should one just suffer waiting for the other to be ready?) I also wondered that if masturbation is on your "no" list, then how many other things are? Masturbation, despite what the world used to believe, does not cause blindness, insanity, impotence, or sterility. It doesn't sap your life force and make you die young. What it does do is open your mind to your own pleasure... and hopefully, your partner's as well.
So, go forth ye world, and touch yourself!
At a young age I used to have fun wiggling my clitoris while I peed. Because its movement changed the direction of my pee, I assumed it was a little "pee sack" where my pee came out of - just like a man had a dick, I had this little "bubble." I didn't consider it pleasurable, it was more fun to watch on the toilet than anything.
I was 12 when I discovered my clitoris was for pleasure. We were on vacation at Niagara Falls and I was taking a bath after a long day of walking and sightseeing. I sat in the tub and my hands wandered down to my pussy. I was on my period, but I didn't see any blood in the water. Somehow my finger found my clit and I moved it.
I froze. It felt.... GOOD. Unlike any other good I had realized down there. I tried again. More pleasure. This was new, different. I liked it.
I tried some more, and my breath quickened. My hand started to make splashes in the water. I tried to slow down, acutely aware of the noise I was making and just how thin the door to the exterior room was. I focused on what felt good. I didn't orgasm; I'm not even sure I knew what it was at that point. But my sexual awakening had begun.
I didn't attempt it again until I was home and in my own bedroom. It felt so, so good, but I knew I wasn't achieving the pleasure I'm sure could be there. I experimented and played some more. I still wasn't orgasming, but I really didn't need to. It felt so incredibly pleasant that I was getting a "release." I started to do this every time I showered - right before or after the shower. I would lay down on the floor or sit on the toilet and fiddle with my clit until I obtained that release.
So every day or every other day, for several years, this continued. I don't remember masturbating in bed even though I had my own room. The bathroom was always safe as the water could run and the fan would hide any noises I made.
In my mid-teens, I added vagina play to the mix. What's a fifteen year old to do? Be inventive. Alcohol hand sanitizer to the leg of a barbie, and voila - a dildo small enough for a virgin pussy! (Note: I am not recommending this...) Adding thrusting to my clit stimulation made it so much more amazing to my experience. Now my bedroom became my masturbation sanctuary. I would lie down, naked on my floor, and masturbate - every day.
Sometimes I would fuck myself so hard, I would bruise my cervix and have some spotting in my panties. All this hornyness also made me wet all the time... so wet that my mother noticed all my panties were slightly discolored - and she asked me if I was having trouble holding it for the bathroom! (I told her absolutely not, and I had no idea what prompted that question until I realized all my panties were discolored in the crotch from a constantly wet pussy. Oh well!)
Did my learning about my body end as I grew out of my teens and lost my virginity? Au contraire! This was just the beginning of a sexual journey that I expect to take a lifetime.
All this masturbation in my early-mid teens taught me several things:
1. I like pleasure. I like to feel pleasure, I like to orgasm. It feels so good; I would not deny myself if I had to.
2. I know how to pleasure myself. I think every person should know how to pleasure themselves. You need to know your body so you will never be at a loss on how to please yourself. Using someone for the sole purpose of only your pleasure and not theirs is not fair to them, or yourself. Take care of you.
3. By the time I started allowing a partner to explore my body at age 18, I already knew what I liked and where. I didn't know it all, but I knew how to make myself cum and how to teach him to make me cum. It made voicing my wants so much easier. It also made it easier for my partner to ask what I liked or didn't like.
4. It helped me reserve some time each day for myself. My life has only grown busier, but I have learned that reserving time for self-pleasure is so important. A horny person who goes too long without orgasm can often become an irritable person. So, in essence, masturbation is good for the planet.
5. Masturbation is not wrong. I found out as a young adult that my mother believes masturbation is wrong. It means there is something wrong with you and/or it is a sin. This knowledge completely saddened me. It made me have serious doubts about the quality of my parents' sex life. (How can you have great sex without pleasuring yourself? What if you don't have equal sex drives; should one just suffer waiting for the other to be ready?) I also wondered that if masturbation is on your "no" list, then how many other things are? Masturbation, despite what the world used to believe, does not cause blindness, insanity, impotence, or sterility. It doesn't sap your life force and make you die young. What it does do is open your mind to your own pleasure... and hopefully, your partner's as well.
So, go forth ye world, and touch yourself!
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Masturbation month: his focus on my ass
Twice this month, something happened that I never imagined possible before the boyfriend entered my life: he masturbated and got off to my ass. Twice this month.
The first time...
The first time was earlier in the month during an afternoon when I was working from home. I was so incredibly horny. We had been playfully teasing each other all day... I would look at pictures on tumblr and show them to him. He would tell me what he wanted to do to me later that night. We would flash each other, brush by each other. Light touches. Whispers. Kisses that lingered. Clothes came over in more layers. Eventually, I was working naked at my computer.
By mid-afternoon I was in full torture but unable to take a break. I really do try to be a responsible worker! But then the BF came over to my desk and swung my chair toward him. He kneeled down in front of me and started to eat my pussy. He ate it as if it was his last meal on earth. He hungered for it. I leaned back in my chair and took it. I didn't care that I was naked and now in the view of the parking lot. I didn't care that we had two windows open and there was a very real chance I could be overheard. I enjoyed every moment of it. I enjoyed seeing him force his face in my pussy as he licked and sucked every part of me. I came, quickly.
When he finished, he stood up, boner staring me in the face. I licked my lips. I wanted him. But work was calling me back to the computer... He needed to cum. So I provided some inspiration. I stood up bent over my desk and pushed my ass up against his hand so his knuckles and the head of his dick brushed against my ass with his jerking off motions.
He loved the view. My naked ass, displayed for his viewing pleasure. His free hand reached out to grab at my cheeks. Pinches of thick flesh. He pulled on my cheek to spread it apart. I reached around and grabbed the other. His response was an intake of breath. His hand started to jerk faster.
I wiggled my ass at him. His hand dropped from my ass to fondle his balls, so I pulled my other hand away from my laptop to pull on my other ass cheek. Now I was spread wide for him. The view made him moan appreciatively.
"You like my asshole?" All I heard was a moan in response.
I flexed my muscles, and made my asshole pucker and flex for him.
"Ooooh baby.... oh god that's so hot!" He watched me do it. I wiggled my ass and puckered it some more. In a few moments, he exploded hot cum on my ass and smeared it all over my cheeks.
I left it there for later.
The Second Time...
Then, several weeks later, he is horny and I am fighting an insane headache. I can barely keep my eyes open. He notices my pain and pulls me away to the bedroom for some ibuprofen and a nap. He tucked me in, and left me to rest. About an hour later he came back to check on me. I was a little better, but still in pain. He held me to him, our naked bodies warm together. He spooned me and ran his fingers through my hair and leaving small kisses on my back. It was comforting and soft.
I could feel his dick growing harder on my ass. I so wanted to enjoy some sweet, passionate sex, but the pain in my head was far too painful to even have an interest. His hand started wandering around my body, feeling my breasts, my stomach, my hips, my ass, my thighs. Every part he touched came with his voice telling me he loved it and it was beautiful.
I couldn't do anything to help him, but I wanted to help somehow. So I knelt on the bed, bent over with my head on the mattress for comfort, and stuck my spread and displayed ass in his face. "Here, look at my ass."
Oh he did. His jerking motions were swift and rapid. The free hand wandered over it again and again, feeling every part of it. Remembering his reaction from the last time, I flexed my muscles and he was so excited at the visual of my moving ass hole. I flexed in fast pulses and then long, slow ones. I moaned my happiness of his excitement over my body.
His hand was jerking so hard and fast on his dick. I could hear his fist hitting his body as he hand-fucked himself. The noise was sexy and appealing. I wished I could see, but I didn't want to remove my ass from his eyesight. Again, it didn't take long for him to cum. I heard whispered "Oh I love your ass... look at that little asshole.... oh fuck I love your asshole baby."
I was smiling so wide when he came. My ass, my booty, loved so much by him.
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
TMI Tuesday: The inverted (perverted) poll
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Wednesday, May 16, 2012
My favorite masturbation fantasy
May is National Masturbation Month, so as some of my prior posts, I am dedicating this one to masturbation. Specifically, my masturbation.
When I masturbate, I fantasize. Without the fantasy, the orgasm won't come. The fantasy is tied to my pleasure; as my pleasure builds, so does my fantasy, which triggers more pleasure, and, hopefully, the eventual orgasm.
Some years ago I came up with a favorite masturbation fantasy. I'm really not sure where it came from. A few weeks ago, I told the BF about this fantasy. He's the first person I ever told about it. He was dumbstruck, and later when we masturbated together, it was the topic of some pretty dirty, dirty talk.
I am traveling through a jungle area, in search of something. Sometimes its a plant, sometimes an animal, it could be a language. It doesn't matter. I am foreign to the area. It is relatively unexplored. I am afraid of the natives; there are many troubling tales about them. I am with my boyfriend/husband who is accompanying me out of companionship than interest in my research. We reach a clearing.
It is a village. There are hammocks in open air "huts" for lack of a better word. The villagers all look at me; its obvious they are from a variety of backgrounds as the skin and hair color varies quite a bit. When I enter the clearing, all activity stops and they stare at me. Some are clothed, some are completely naked. It's confusing.
I'm caught off guard; I was not expecting to see anyone, much less an entire village of the natives who are so mysterious. I stop and look back at them, nervous. My boyfriend is behind me, unsure of what to do.
I approach slowly, trying to approach in a cautious yet friendly manner. No one else moves. They watch me move toward the empty center square.
Suddenly, there's a shout and the people rush. I am surrounded and caught up in arms of men and women. My boyfriend is caught also and pulled away. We are unsure what is happening. There is fear. He is pulled away to the side and tied up to a pole: ankles, knees, waist, hands, chest. Some men bring over a wooden apparatus near the center of the clearing where I am held and currently gagged. Its a rough wooden table, or so it appears. They strip me of my clothes, lay me down on my back, and bind me to it. I can't move.
I look to my boyfriend in support. He is frightened, nervous for me. The villagers take my legs and spread them apart, wide out to the sides. My arms are tied out to the side. I am laid bare for all to see. I whimper in fear.
The men circle around me. Now they are all naked. They have their cocks in their hands and they are jacking off around me. I can barely see through them to the boyfriend. A woman approaches my head and in a barely discernible accent, she explains my purpose. This village prides itself on its ability to please women. Each man is expected to please each woman at least once. If she is not clearly satisfied, then he is considered not a man until he is able to do so. They take this training very seriously. In order to pass through the village, I must be pleased by every man.
My mind is reeling, uncertain what to expect. I'm to be "fed" to the men who know nothing about me. I am to be used and used until they have all gained manhood status again.
And it starts. (This is where my story starts to vary depending on my mood and desires).
Sometimes, the first is inexperienced. He doesn't know quite how to touch, what to do. He is tender, careful, and jumpy. The elders tell him what to do more of based on my reactions. The young, inexperienced ones always rely on manual stimulation. My clit is a guaranteed orgasm, but it takes so long. I cum very hard.
Sometimes, the first is talented orally. He is known for his ability to give oral pleasure to women. When he kneels before my pussy, the women of the village chuckle, knowing that I am about to experience something wonderful, intoxicating.
Sometimes, the first is the one with the smallest penis. The first to start fucking me. The first to stretch me out as they work up through the sizes. He thumbs my clit while he fucks me. I cum quickly, before he is satisfied.
If I cum before he cums, then he stops and continues to jack off around me. I am surrounded by hard dicks pointing at me. They loom over me. Sometimes I am forced to rub them while they play with my cunt. Sometimes I am forced to suck on them while another fucks me.
This is where I normally orgasm. The story never progresses very long.
Before the BF, my partner was always sickened and saddened by my treatment. I never wanted to cum but they forced me to.
Now that the BF is in my life and sex has changed, so has the story. Now, I look through the sea of throbbing hard-ons and see the BF with his own hard-on. He sees my body, sees my pleasure, hears my moans. He is jealous, turned on, desires. The women of the village laugh at him. The slap at his cock and ass while he watches.
Will he be forced to pleasure all of the women? I don't know. Will he be forced to pleasure me? Perhaps. Will he be able to resist pleasuring me? No, probably not.
In the end, I cum, moaning and screaming. I imagine the fingers, the tongues, the cocks. In my mind, its all very real.
On a sex nerd kind of note (because I read books about sex and culture often), I was pleased to read in my copy of Jonathan Margolis' book, O: The Intimate History of the Orgasm about the Mangaia people of the Cook Islands where sex is something that is taught by the elders and it is expected that a woman should have multiple orgasms for each session of sex. Males are taught that if they cannot and do not please their woman sufficiently, she will search for another source of pleasure. In a way, I see this fantasy as an extension of that kind of culture.
When I masturbate, I fantasize. Without the fantasy, the orgasm won't come. The fantasy is tied to my pleasure; as my pleasure builds, so does my fantasy, which triggers more pleasure, and, hopefully, the eventual orgasm.
Some years ago I came up with a favorite masturbation fantasy. I'm really not sure where it came from. A few weeks ago, I told the BF about this fantasy. He's the first person I ever told about it. He was dumbstruck, and later when we masturbated together, it was the topic of some pretty dirty, dirty talk.
It is a village. There are hammocks in open air "huts" for lack of a better word. The villagers all look at me; its obvious they are from a variety of backgrounds as the skin and hair color varies quite a bit. When I enter the clearing, all activity stops and they stare at me. Some are clothed, some are completely naked. It's confusing.
I'm caught off guard; I was not expecting to see anyone, much less an entire village of the natives who are so mysterious. I stop and look back at them, nervous. My boyfriend is behind me, unsure of what to do.
I approach slowly, trying to approach in a cautious yet friendly manner. No one else moves. They watch me move toward the empty center square.
Suddenly, there's a shout and the people rush. I am surrounded and caught up in arms of men and women. My boyfriend is caught also and pulled away. We are unsure what is happening. There is fear. He is pulled away to the side and tied up to a pole: ankles, knees, waist, hands, chest. Some men bring over a wooden apparatus near the center of the clearing where I am held and currently gagged. Its a rough wooden table, or so it appears. They strip me of my clothes, lay me down on my back, and bind me to it. I can't move.
I look to my boyfriend in support. He is frightened, nervous for me. The villagers take my legs and spread them apart, wide out to the sides. My arms are tied out to the side. I am laid bare for all to see. I whimper in fear.
The men circle around me. Now they are all naked. They have their cocks in their hands and they are jacking off around me. I can barely see through them to the boyfriend. A woman approaches my head and in a barely discernible accent, she explains my purpose. This village prides itself on its ability to please women. Each man is expected to please each woman at least once. If she is not clearly satisfied, then he is considered not a man until he is able to do so. They take this training very seriously. In order to pass through the village, I must be pleased by every man.
My mind is reeling, uncertain what to expect. I'm to be "fed" to the men who know nothing about me. I am to be used and used until they have all gained manhood status again.
Sometimes, the first is inexperienced. He doesn't know quite how to touch, what to do. He is tender, careful, and jumpy. The elders tell him what to do more of based on my reactions. The young, inexperienced ones always rely on manual stimulation. My clit is a guaranteed orgasm, but it takes so long. I cum very hard.
Sometimes, the first is talented orally. He is known for his ability to give oral pleasure to women. When he kneels before my pussy, the women of the village chuckle, knowing that I am about to experience something wonderful, intoxicating.
Sometimes, the first is the one with the smallest penis. The first to start fucking me. The first to stretch me out as they work up through the sizes. He thumbs my clit while he fucks me. I cum quickly, before he is satisfied.
If I cum before he cums, then he stops and continues to jack off around me. I am surrounded by hard dicks pointing at me. They loom over me. Sometimes I am forced to rub them while they play with my cunt. Sometimes I am forced to suck on them while another fucks me.
This is where I normally orgasm. The story never progresses very long.
Before the BF, my partner was always sickened and saddened by my treatment. I never wanted to cum but they forced me to.
Now that the BF is in my life and sex has changed, so has the story. Now, I look through the sea of throbbing hard-ons and see the BF with his own hard-on. He sees my body, sees my pleasure, hears my moans. He is jealous, turned on, desires. The women of the village laugh at him. The slap at his cock and ass while he watches.
Will he be forced to pleasure all of the women? I don't know. Will he be forced to pleasure me? Perhaps. Will he be able to resist pleasuring me? No, probably not.
In the end, I cum, moaning and screaming. I imagine the fingers, the tongues, the cocks. In my mind, its all very real.
On a sex nerd kind of note (because I read books about sex and culture often), I was pleased to read in my copy of Jonathan Margolis' book, O: The Intimate History of the Orgasm about the Mangaia people of the Cook Islands where sex is something that is taught by the elders and it is expected that a woman should have multiple orgasms for each session of sex. Males are taught that if they cannot and do not please their woman sufficiently, she will search for another source of pleasure. In a way, I see this fantasy as an extension of that kind of culture.
Tuesday, May 8, 2012
TMI Tuesday: M is for Masturbation
1. How often do you masturbate? I masturbate maybe once a week, if that. It really depends on what's been going on. Past few weeks I've indulged 2-3 times in the week just because, well, I wanted to. My boyfriend's answer: "At least once a day, unless you're home... not gonna lie, I masturbated 3 times today." (My reaction: WHAT!? Three??? Is that why you were so happy when I got home today? His answer was yes...) Although he does occasionally masturbate when I'm home, such as the time he sniffed my pussy to jack off.
2. What are you doing to celebrate Masturbation month? I find its a good reason to masturbate and tell you about it. And get creative with masturbation. Such as the time I made him watch, or we masturbated together. If anything, there will be many more blog entries about masturbation this month from me.
3. Do you like to watch your partner masturbate?
a. Yes, it turns me on.
b. Sometimes, because it gets my partner very aroused.
c. Not really, it's boring.
d. No, it's a turn off.
e. I've never experienced it but I'd like to.
My answer is definitely A. Him touching his dick is so incredibly sexy. It takes a lot for me not to be interested in him or sex or orgasm at all when he starts touching himself. It's so hot!
My BF's answer is A with the caveat that sometimes he's not interested in an orgasm, and watching me turns him on too much therefore he doesn't want to watch and listen. He can be too tired to want anything himself, so he'll try to ignore me and sleep... I'm pretty loud when I masturbate and he usually ends up with a boner anyway.
4. Do you let your partner watch you masturbate?
a. Yes, it turns me on to be watched.
b. Sometimes, because it gets my partner very aroused.
c. No, it's embarrassing.
d. I've never experienced it, but I'd like to.
My answer is B. I don't like to be watched all the time. For me masturbation can be very private; it was very hard for me to let him watch me. It takes me a lot longer to cum as I'm distracted by his presence and can't focus on my fantasy. Normally I end up cheating and asking him to touch me lightly or tease me by running his hands so gently on me that I become entranced at his touch.
My BF says A and B. He likes to be watched because he sees how it turns me on, but it's not something he necessarily searches out (obviously since his masturbation is so frequent without me).
5. Mutual masturbation? Yay or Nay? Definitely yes!!! We love to masturbate together. Often we'll spend the moments look at each other, or I'll lay on his shoulder with one of his arms around me so we're touching. It's very intimate.
6. If you had an all-expense paid trip to San Francisco to attend Masturbate-a-thon 2012 would you go and masturbate? Why or why not? I would love to go, but I don't know if I would be able to masturbate in front of anyone myself... it would feel too public or exposed for me and I'm much more comfortable in my own head. I also don't like to masturbate unless I'm lying down, preferably in my bed. My BF says he would go, and he would masturbate. He would probably get off watching other people get off, but he is more excited about the free trip.
Bonus: Are you addicted to masturbating? Me: No, I'm not. BF: Maybe. Possibly. I don't want to say that I'm not, because I just might be. I could be, I guess...
How to play TMI Tuesday: Copy the above TMI Tuesday questions to your webspace/blog. Answer the questions there, then leave a comment at the TMI Tuesday blog. Don't forget to link to the blog from your website!
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.
Friday, April 27, 2012
Sometimes we masturbate together
Note: This masturbation takes place around 11pm, after a delicious round of 69 around 7p where I came four or five times and he came in me while I choked on his dick. I tweeted the details as I sometimes do... its the danger and delight of following me on twitter.
So I told you earlier today that I don't masturbate very often. But sometimes, its exactly what we want. Tonight was no exception - we were tired, and had satisfied each other from our oral sex and fucking earlier. Tonight, I wanted myself.
Normally, we lay down together, and I place my leg over his as we both spread wide. Our faces are about a foot apart, and we are looking at each other. My fingers are in my pussy, as I am turned on my eyes close briefly, I bite my lip. He does the same.
His hand starts moving on his limp dick, I watch it grow harder. My finger is moving on my clit, turning it in small circles, just like I like. My speed is slow, my touch is somewhat light. Every once in a while I open my eyes and watch his face. His eyes are closed, he's biting his lip. His dick is hard now in his hand as he jerks it off without lube. I love it when he goes raw.
I close my eyes, focus on the pleasure in my clit. He sucked on it so much earlier, its very sensitive. I have to be gentle. I can tell this is going to be a long, slow build for me. I focus on my pleasure, think about how he sucked on me, licked my pussy as I came on his tongue. I can hear his rhythmic jerking, I look at him and he's watching me again.
As I close my eyes, he asks me why I'm so quiet. I ask him what he means... he says I'm not being loud enough, he needs my moans to help him cum. Inside, I'm very pleased that my moans are a part of his masturbation and the build to his pleasure. I grin, and tell him that I probably need my bullet vibe... he tells me to grab it, he wants to listen to me cum.
Its on my nightstand, where I always have it within reach. I push it into my vagina and turn it on its lowest setting. I instantly moan and bit my lip. His eyes are now wide open, watching me. I tell him what I'm doing with it.
I tell him I want to have one bullet in me, the other on my clit. I want him to do this to me someday. He nods, and his hands continue jerking off his very hard dick. My eyes shut, focusing on this pleasure in my vagina, but my clit is begging for attention. No, not yet. I won't give in yet. I turn the vibration up higher, and it makes me ache for clit stimulation.
I pull the bullet out slowly and it feels like it is suddenly 5x longer than normal. I'm moaning - its so slow and as I pull it out it slowly slides up toward my clit.
I'm too sensitive for direct vibration. I place the tip of the bullet on the highest part of my clit - highest by going up toward my belly button right where my large pussy lips start. I put my vibe to the lowest setting, and its rumbley against me. The rumbles travel down my clit, I can feel it everywhere and in the parts of my clit inside of me. It's very intense. I am moaning. I can feel my orgasm building quickly.
I turn off the vibe, and wait for my body to relax. My hips relax, and I turn it back on. I don't know if he is watching me anymore, its too intense to open my eyes or even think of it. All that exists is this intense pleasure in the blackness of my mind. My legs are tense, my pelvis is up in the air, my ass is barely touching the sheets; I'm making high, whiny moans, almost like I'm crying for release from this torturous endurance.
I turn off the vibe again. Too close. I'm not ready to cum. I don't even hear the boyfriend jerking anymore... I'm lost in myself. Again I relax. I wait. I can feel my build receding and I turn it back on the lowest setting. My moans overtake me again and even I am surprised at how loud I am now.
I hear him cum, hear his groans of pleasure and how his hand slows as he watches the cum pour from his cock. I can't open my eyes, but I am imagining his cum, his hand slowing, his stiff cock in his hands. He is watching me, I'm sure. He sees how extreme my pleasure is, and the vibe is barely on.
I feel my orgasm building faster, and I consider letting it go. NO something inside me says. Let it build more... I turn it off. I whimper... he turns over toward me, he reaches out a hand and lightly runs it up and down my body. He runs it around my thighs, my breasts, my pussy. It tweaks a nipple and brushes my lips. I turn the vibe back on. My moans take no time in regaining their volume. I can barely hear him when he calls me "his beautiful" as I know I can no longer hold off my orgasm.
I can feel it building. His hands are still tracing around my body. I think about maybe getting myself off with multiple orgasms this time - I'm barely using the vibe... the thought is fleeting as the pleasure completely overtakes any thought from me. I have no idea if he kept touching me or not... I remember feeling it coming, inevitable.
Then it was here, and I'm surprised by the intensity. I almost sit up, my legs slam shut, pinning the bullet between my legs fully on my clit. I feel the control pulled from my fingers but that thought doesn't register as I'm trying to scream but no sound is heard from me... I try and try and finally I get some noise out. Its barely audible. And then he switches the vibe from very low to midway and my clit feels like its almost on fire with pleasure. And now I'm screaming loudly, no shrieking loudly, as I sit all the way up and tug it from between my legs.
I toss it aside, and my screaming turns to loud moans and my body lays down, trembling. My legs are still shut tight, I can't pull them apart... I can feel my clit being squeezed between them. It sends more tremblings and moans up and down my body. "Aftershocks" of the orgasm. He watches me go through them and teases me, asking me if it was really that good, as if he doesn't believe me.
After several very long minutes of trembling, I manage to open my eyes, uncross my legs, and turn off the light. I don't remember falling asleep.
So I told you earlier today that I don't masturbate very often. But sometimes, its exactly what we want. Tonight was no exception - we were tired, and had satisfied each other from our oral sex and fucking earlier. Tonight, I wanted myself.
Normally, we lay down together, and I place my leg over his as we both spread wide. Our faces are about a foot apart, and we are looking at each other. My fingers are in my pussy, as I am turned on my eyes close briefly, I bite my lip. He does the same.
His hand starts moving on his limp dick, I watch it grow harder. My finger is moving on my clit, turning it in small circles, just like I like. My speed is slow, my touch is somewhat light. Every once in a while I open my eyes and watch his face. His eyes are closed, he's biting his lip. His dick is hard now in his hand as he jerks it off without lube. I love it when he goes raw.
I close my eyes, focus on the pleasure in my clit. He sucked on it so much earlier, its very sensitive. I have to be gentle. I can tell this is going to be a long, slow build for me. I focus on my pleasure, think about how he sucked on me, licked my pussy as I came on his tongue. I can hear his rhythmic jerking, I look at him and he's watching me again.
As I close my eyes, he asks me why I'm so quiet. I ask him what he means... he says I'm not being loud enough, he needs my moans to help him cum. Inside, I'm very pleased that my moans are a part of his masturbation and the build to his pleasure. I grin, and tell him that I probably need my bullet vibe... he tells me to grab it, he wants to listen to me cum.
Its on my nightstand, where I always have it within reach. I push it into my vagina and turn it on its lowest setting. I instantly moan and bit my lip. His eyes are now wide open, watching me. I tell him what I'm doing with it.
I tell him I want to have one bullet in me, the other on my clit. I want him to do this to me someday. He nods, and his hands continue jerking off his very hard dick. My eyes shut, focusing on this pleasure in my vagina, but my clit is begging for attention. No, not yet. I won't give in yet. I turn the vibration up higher, and it makes me ache for clit stimulation.
I pull the bullet out slowly and it feels like it is suddenly 5x longer than normal. I'm moaning - its so slow and as I pull it out it slowly slides up toward my clit.
I'm too sensitive for direct vibration. I place the tip of the bullet on the highest part of my clit - highest by going up toward my belly button right where my large pussy lips start. I put my vibe to the lowest setting, and its rumbley against me. The rumbles travel down my clit, I can feel it everywhere and in the parts of my clit inside of me. It's very intense. I am moaning. I can feel my orgasm building quickly.
I turn off the vibe, and wait for my body to relax. My hips relax, and I turn it back on. I don't know if he is watching me anymore, its too intense to open my eyes or even think of it. All that exists is this intense pleasure in the blackness of my mind. My legs are tense, my pelvis is up in the air, my ass is barely touching the sheets; I'm making high, whiny moans, almost like I'm crying for release from this torturous endurance.
I turn off the vibe again. Too close. I'm not ready to cum. I don't even hear the boyfriend jerking anymore... I'm lost in myself. Again I relax. I wait. I can feel my build receding and I turn it back on the lowest setting. My moans overtake me again and even I am surprised at how loud I am now.
I hear him cum, hear his groans of pleasure and how his hand slows as he watches the cum pour from his cock. I can't open my eyes, but I am imagining his cum, his hand slowing, his stiff cock in his hands. He is watching me, I'm sure. He sees how extreme my pleasure is, and the vibe is barely on.
I feel my orgasm building faster, and I consider letting it go. NO something inside me says. Let it build more... I turn it off. I whimper... he turns over toward me, he reaches out a hand and lightly runs it up and down my body. He runs it around my thighs, my breasts, my pussy. It tweaks a nipple and brushes my lips. I turn the vibe back on. My moans take no time in regaining their volume. I can barely hear him when he calls me "his beautiful" as I know I can no longer hold off my orgasm.
I can feel it building. His hands are still tracing around my body. I think about maybe getting myself off with multiple orgasms this time - I'm barely using the vibe... the thought is fleeting as the pleasure completely overtakes any thought from me. I have no idea if he kept touching me or not... I remember feeling it coming, inevitable.
Then it was here, and I'm surprised by the intensity. I almost sit up, my legs slam shut, pinning the bullet between my legs fully on my clit. I feel the control pulled from my fingers but that thought doesn't register as I'm trying to scream but no sound is heard from me... I try and try and finally I get some noise out. Its barely audible. And then he switches the vibe from very low to midway and my clit feels like its almost on fire with pleasure. And now I'm screaming loudly, no shrieking loudly, as I sit all the way up and tug it from between my legs.
I toss it aside, and my screaming turns to loud moans and my body lays down, trembling. My legs are still shut tight, I can't pull them apart... I can feel my clit being squeezed between them. It sends more tremblings and moans up and down my body. "Aftershocks" of the orgasm. He watches me go through them and teases me, asking me if it was really that good, as if he doesn't believe me.
After several very long minutes of trembling, I manage to open my eyes, uncross my legs, and turn off the light. I don't remember falling asleep.
Formspring Friday: Masturbation
Q. How often do you masturbate?
I don't masturbate very often but this wasn't always the case. When I first discovered my clitoris and how much fun it was to play with (I think I was 12) I masturbated every day until I got to college at 17... I slept in the top bunk and any masturbation was audible from the creaking of the bunk bed, so I only got the option when she wasn't in the room. That's not so easy when your roommate sleeps 16 hours a day and flunks out due to sheer laziness. (Once I had my own room my senior year it was, of course, much easier and pursued much more often... aided with phone sex and porn and erotica.) But really, once I had a boyfriend it was easier to get my horny needs appeased through whatever physical activity we could manage at a college where dorms were same-sex only.
Fast forward to now, where my sex life is incredibly active, and I just don't masturbate very often. It's not that I don't enjoy it - I do. I love to touch myself. I love to play with my clit. My favorite method of masturbation is to use just my right hand, my right middle finger especially. Its the best and most reliable way to 'get off.'
But if I have a choice of playing with myself or having my boyfriend's touch? I choose his touch. I cum better and harder than I do on my own. That's mostly because I can't tease myself like he does. He loves to torture my clit if he's paying special attention to it via oral or a hand job. If we're using my bullet vibe (my favorite way to clit orgasm) and he controls the vibration control and makes it last, and prolong beyond what I would ever do to myself. There are still times when I want nothing more than to just play with myself and just my fingers. Nothing feels like your skin on you, controlling you.
When I masturbate, I fantasize. Touching myself alone does not work. I have to imagine something happening to me. I have a few favorite scenarios that I will play and vary in my head. If I can't concentrate on them, then I can't and won't cum. I need that fantasy in my mind or I can touch myself forever and not get off.
The boyfriend is a different answer. I am usually at work when we wakes up, and he normally wakes up horny, so he masturbates a several days a week. He masturbates on my side of the bed, or in front of his computer. Normally with his computer he'll watch some form of porn - gay and shemale are his favorite. Sometimes he tells me about it, sometimes he doesn't. I almost always assume he's masturbated during the day.... I like it when he waits for me, but I'm never upset if he doesn't.
And now, after thinking about this, I'm going to go play with myself...
Want to ask me a question? Just head to formspring.me/billikesscifi and ask anything you want. Really. Anything. Try me. I'll answer the following Friday.
I don't masturbate very often but this wasn't always the case. When I first discovered my clitoris and how much fun it was to play with (I think I was 12) I masturbated every day until I got to college at 17... I slept in the top bunk and any masturbation was audible from the creaking of the bunk bed, so I only got the option when she wasn't in the room. That's not so easy when your roommate sleeps 16 hours a day and flunks out due to sheer laziness. (Once I had my own room my senior year it was, of course, much easier and pursued much more often... aided with phone sex and porn and erotica.) But really, once I had a boyfriend it was easier to get my horny needs appeased through whatever physical activity we could manage at a college where dorms were same-sex only.
Fast forward to now, where my sex life is incredibly active, and I just don't masturbate very often. It's not that I don't enjoy it - I do. I love to touch myself. I love to play with my clit. My favorite method of masturbation is to use just my right hand, my right middle finger especially. Its the best and most reliable way to 'get off.'
But if I have a choice of playing with myself or having my boyfriend's touch? I choose his touch. I cum better and harder than I do on my own. That's mostly because I can't tease myself like he does. He loves to torture my clit if he's paying special attention to it via oral or a hand job. If we're using my bullet vibe (my favorite way to clit orgasm) and he controls the vibration control and makes it last, and prolong beyond what I would ever do to myself. There are still times when I want nothing more than to just play with myself and just my fingers. Nothing feels like your skin on you, controlling you.
When I masturbate, I fantasize. Touching myself alone does not work. I have to imagine something happening to me. I have a few favorite scenarios that I will play and vary in my head. If I can't concentrate on them, then I can't and won't cum. I need that fantasy in my mind or I can touch myself forever and not get off.
The boyfriend is a different answer. I am usually at work when we wakes up, and he normally wakes up horny, so he masturbates a several days a week. He masturbates on my side of the bed, or in front of his computer. Normally with his computer he'll watch some form of porn - gay and shemale are his favorite. Sometimes he tells me about it, sometimes he doesn't. I almost always assume he's masturbated during the day.... I like it when he waits for me, but I'm never upset if he doesn't.
And now, after thinking about this, I'm going to go play with myself...
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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.
Friday, April 6, 2012
Formspring Friday: Problems orgasming during sex
Q. Hello... I have trouble having an orgasm through having sex, and oral. I use vibrators a lot in my spare time and wondered if there was a way I could get my orgasms back through having sex... any suggestions?
First things first - if you don't cum through penetrative sex, you are 100% normal and this is WAY more common than being able to cum from penis-in-vagina sex. Most women will never cum from vaginal penetration alone. (Are you listening - male partners of the world?) So if its not happening, don't be surprised and don't feel bad! Be honest if you can't cum this way - your partner needs to know how to make you cum. You know your body best, so be straightforward. There's nothing wrong with a little tutorial in giving a good handjob or how to use a vibrator on you. There's no reason why you can't have an orgasm with a partner, but its up to you to communicate what works for you.
From the last part of your question it sounds like you used to cum through vaginal penetration, but are unable to do so now. You do cum through vibration - I'm assuming on your clit or a combo of vaginal/clit stimulation. So you know how to make yourself cum - now its getting you to cum with a partner, preferably while having penetrative sex with your partner. Perhaps you need to add some clitoral stimulation to sex. This can be done with fingers or sex toys.
Positions: If you're in missionary, he can reach down and place a hand to help grind against you. You can use a cock ring with a vibrating bullet to stimulate you while he thrusts or grinds. You can also use a larger toy like a bullet vibe, finger vibe, or handheld vibe to hit the right spot. You can reach your own hand down to masturbate yourself while he's fucking you. Your partner can also shift their position on you so he/she is higher up on your pelvis and could possibly grind against your clit (this works wonders on me, personally).
One of the best positions is cowgirl, where you sit on top and ride him. You control the angle and the amount of penetration. This is the best position to get your clit involved - or have a toy positioned to ride against it. You can also try doggy style with a cock ring flipped around and aimed at your clit. Your partner can reach around you to manually rub your clit while you're being fucked.
Now let's talk about oral sex. Not everyone can cum from oral sex. (If this surprises you, that's OK!) Oral sex is highly sensual and arousing - but it may not offer enough stimulation to cum from it. Maybe your partner just needs some tips - and that's ok. Here are a couple of links that give some great advice. First, my personal favorite (and the best advice I've ever seen on the subject) and then some tips from the blogging world from real-life people, and another, more basic approach.
Some women require stronger, more direct stimulation on their clit in order to cum. My advice then: try adding some fingers to the mix to stimulate your clit or vagina or both. Use a vibrator or dildo in your vagina while your partner goes down on you. Its your body and you'll know what's getting you there or not. If you still can't orgasm - they enjoy it still! It will still be wonderful and incredible and highly erotic. When you want to orgasm, have your partner switch to a toy or technique that will get you there.
So what if none of this works - then incorporate your current toys that do work and show your partner how to use them. Explore, try things out, talk, work together on it. After all, practice makes perfect.
Want to ask me a question? Just head to formspring.me/billikesscifi and ask anything you want. Really. Anything. Try me. I'll answer the following Friday.
First things first - if you don't cum through penetrative sex, you are 100% normal and this is WAY more common than being able to cum from penis-in-vagina sex. Most women will never cum from vaginal penetration alone. (Are you listening - male partners of the world?) So if its not happening, don't be surprised and don't feel bad! Be honest if you can't cum this way - your partner needs to know how to make you cum. You know your body best, so be straightforward. There's nothing wrong with a little tutorial in giving a good handjob or how to use a vibrator on you. There's no reason why you can't have an orgasm with a partner, but its up to you to communicate what works for you.
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| This position + toy on your clit would be good to try |
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| Clit + dick = awesome |
One of the best positions is cowgirl, where you sit on top and ride him. You control the angle and the amount of penetration. This is the best position to get your clit involved - or have a toy positioned to ride against it. You can also try doggy style with a cock ring flipped around and aimed at your clit. Your partner can reach around you to manually rub your clit while you're being fucked.
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| Great way to please you both! |
Now let's talk about oral sex. Not everyone can cum from oral sex. (If this surprises you, that's OK!) Oral sex is highly sensual and arousing - but it may not offer enough stimulation to cum from it. Maybe your partner just needs some tips - and that's ok. Here are a couple of links that give some great advice. First, my personal favorite (and the best advice I've ever seen on the subject) and then some tips from the blogging world from real-life people, and another, more basic approach.
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| Eye contact - wonderful. |
So what if none of this works - then incorporate your current toys that do work and show your partner how to use them. Explore, try things out, talk, work together on it. After all, practice makes perfect.
Want to ask me a question? Just head to formspring.me/billikesscifi and ask anything you want. Really. Anything. Try me. I'll answer the following Friday.
Monday, April 2, 2012
Bathtub roleplay
The day had been filled of sex, board games, TV, sex, napping, and us together some more. We were having an all-night video game/together night. About 2a we decided to take a break from the computer and take a bath together. Our first candle-lit bath.
The candles are lit. Four of them around the tub, three others on the toilet and sink. The lights are off. The tub is full of warm water just the right temperature. We take a look at each other, he climbs in. I follow, sitting in the back, wrapping my legs around him. He leans back into me, and my arms slide down his chest, head bowed against his neck. My breasts press into his back.
Peace. Stillness. Quiet. Its just us, our bodies, together. I breathe for a few moments, eyes closed, holding him.
I run my hands up and down his chest and lean back as he leans into me. We commiserate over how our plan for bubbles has failed without a bubble in sight. Oh well. Another time we'll try.
His hands are wandering, and he lightly caresses my toes in the water near his leg. He tickles them so gently, we're barely touching. His other hand is lightly touching his dick, floating in the water yet pointing up at him. I reach down, and realize he's semi-hard.
He hears my gasp of surprise (made louder to make sure he heard, of course) and lays his head on one of my arms wrapped around him. The hand that was on his dick sinks lower into the water, and his arm starts making a movement... I catch the significance of the motion.
"Are you fingering yourself?"
He gives me a coy look with a mischievous grin. "Maybe."
"Naughty boy! You can't do that in here!" But he starts finger fucking himself as much as he can from this position. A few seconds and I reach down again - this time, his dick is hard. "You naughty boy fingering yourself, now you're hard... you really want dick in that ass don't you?"
He moans, hand reaching up to start stroking his cock. "Yes I doooo," he moans to me gently. The sound of his jacking off semi-submerged in water is a new and beautiful sound. Its now visual and very audible - and I have a great view.
"It was that twitter conversation, wasn't it?" I ask. "You want someone to be your little dick slut, don't you?"
"Yes..." he breathes. "But I want his dick in my mouth. Ohhhh." His hand is jerking pretty strong, and its making little waves in the tub. I start pinching his nipples.
"Oh, so you'd rather drink his cum?"
"Yes. I want his cum in my mouth, hot down my throat." He can hardly get the words out. I start pinching harder, pulling on them.
I whisper in his ear, "I'll watch you drink his cum, you cum slut. Watch you drink it and what you get fucked and be his little man bitch like I know you want." I start tugging to hurt his nipples, which only turns him on more.
"Ohhh yes... "
"I want to see that dick go in your mouth, want you to choke on it you dick slut. Take it in and suck it like. I'm going to tell you to suck it so I can see how much you enjoy it."
"Ohh give me your dick," he moans to the invisible man. I am now the third party, tugging at his nipples and egging him on. I'm OK with that, because one day, I'd like this fantasy to be reality. I look forward to it. I pinch his nipples, and wiggle them in tiny vibrations.
"Take his dick in your ass you dirty man bitch," I tell him. The sensations of my words and nipples make him moan, but he's talking to the invisible man.
"Oh I want your cum, please cum in my mouth... yes, please cum in my mouth. I want your hot cum in my mouth. Yes I'll swallow all of it... please, oh please, I need your dick in my mouth." His hand is making swift jerking movements and I can see his dick is huge and rock hard, yearning for that release of orgasm. I pull and pinch and tug on him.
"You can have his cum, but he still gets to fuck you," I whisper again. "Will you let him fuck you?"
"Oh yes, oh yes, I'll suck him off and then he can fuck me."
"Let him use your ass however he wants?"
"Oh yes... let him cum in my ass. Oh please cum in my ass! I want to feel you cum in me. Fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me PLEASE FUCK ME." And he growls as he cums, his body trembling against me.
He cums on his hands, and he pauses a moment before licking it off. I hug him close and he collapses even more into my breasts.
One day....
The candles are lit. Four of them around the tub, three others on the toilet and sink. The lights are off. The tub is full of warm water just the right temperature. We take a look at each other, he climbs in. I follow, sitting in the back, wrapping my legs around him. He leans back into me, and my arms slide down his chest, head bowed against his neck. My breasts press into his back.
Peace. Stillness. Quiet. Its just us, our bodies, together. I breathe for a few moments, eyes closed, holding him.
I run my hands up and down his chest and lean back as he leans into me. We commiserate over how our plan for bubbles has failed without a bubble in sight. Oh well. Another time we'll try.
His hands are wandering, and he lightly caresses my toes in the water near his leg. He tickles them so gently, we're barely touching. His other hand is lightly touching his dick, floating in the water yet pointing up at him. I reach down, and realize he's semi-hard.
He hears my gasp of surprise (made louder to make sure he heard, of course) and lays his head on one of my arms wrapped around him. The hand that was on his dick sinks lower into the water, and his arm starts making a movement... I catch the significance of the motion.
"Are you fingering yourself?"
He gives me a coy look with a mischievous grin. "Maybe."
"Naughty boy! You can't do that in here!" But he starts finger fucking himself as much as he can from this position. A few seconds and I reach down again - this time, his dick is hard. "You naughty boy fingering yourself, now you're hard... you really want dick in that ass don't you?"
He moans, hand reaching up to start stroking his cock. "Yes I doooo," he moans to me gently. The sound of his jacking off semi-submerged in water is a new and beautiful sound. Its now visual and very audible - and I have a great view.
"It was that twitter conversation, wasn't it?" I ask. "You want someone to be your little dick slut, don't you?"
"Yes..." he breathes. "But I want his dick in my mouth. Ohhhh." His hand is jerking pretty strong, and its making little waves in the tub. I start pinching his nipples.
"Oh, so you'd rather drink his cum?"
"Yes. I want his cum in my mouth, hot down my throat." He can hardly get the words out. I start pinching harder, pulling on them.
I whisper in his ear, "I'll watch you drink his cum, you cum slut. Watch you drink it and what you get fucked and be his little man bitch like I know you want." I start tugging to hurt his nipples, which only turns him on more.
"Ohhh yes... "
"I want to see that dick go in your mouth, want you to choke on it you dick slut. Take it in and suck it like. I'm going to tell you to suck it so I can see how much you enjoy it."
"Ohh give me your dick," he moans to the invisible man. I am now the third party, tugging at his nipples and egging him on. I'm OK with that, because one day, I'd like this fantasy to be reality. I look forward to it. I pinch his nipples, and wiggle them in tiny vibrations.
"Take his dick in your ass you dirty man bitch," I tell him. The sensations of my words and nipples make him moan, but he's talking to the invisible man.
"Oh I want your cum, please cum in my mouth... yes, please cum in my mouth. I want your hot cum in my mouth. Yes I'll swallow all of it... please, oh please, I need your dick in my mouth." His hand is making swift jerking movements and I can see his dick is huge and rock hard, yearning for that release of orgasm. I pull and pinch and tug on him.
"You can have his cum, but he still gets to fuck you," I whisper again. "Will you let him fuck you?"
"Oh yes, oh yes, I'll suck him off and then he can fuck me."
"Let him use your ass however he wants?"
"Oh yes... let him cum in my ass. Oh please cum in my ass! I want to feel you cum in me. Fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me PLEASE FUCK ME." And he growls as he cums, his body trembling against me.
He cums on his hands, and he pauses a moment before licking it off. I hug him close and he collapses even more into my breasts.
One day....
Friday, March 30, 2012
Formspring Friday: Sex in the workplace?
Q. What's the naughtiest sexual act that you've done or want to do at your place of work?
What I've done and what I'd like to do - very different answers. My workplace isn't really conducive to being naughty. I've never been able to participate in a #workwank as its commonly referred to on twitter. I work in a cubicle right outside of HR. The bathrooms are shared between my company and 2 others -- basically there are way too many people sharing these toilets. They are always in "truckstop" status it seems... I get in, do my business, and get out as soon as I can. No chance will I spend more time in there than necessary.
So what have I done? Well, I've put my hands down my shirt and tweaked my nipples, rubbed my breasts. I've put my hands under my desk, legs spread wide, and tickled at my pussy. I've done this with fingers, but my favorite item to use is my pen so I can then keep it near my face and smell it. When I wear a skirt I have slipped a finger into my underwear and fingered myself for a quick moment, then licked it off. If I'm horny enough, I can wiggle in my chair and move my clit boner and really feel good from it - not enough to get off, but enough to spike the hornyness.
Oh, and I've sexted the BF. A lot. To where I hurt from needing to cum so much.
Now what would I like to do? I'd like to have my BF fuck me up against the window in the president's office. Breasts on the cold window, being fucked from behind.
Want to ask me a question? Just head to formspring.me/billikesscifi and ask anything you want. Really. Anything. Try me. I'll answer the following Friday.
What I've done and what I'd like to do - very different answers. My workplace isn't really conducive to being naughty. I've never been able to participate in a #workwank as its commonly referred to on twitter. I work in a cubicle right outside of HR. The bathrooms are shared between my company and 2 others -- basically there are way too many people sharing these toilets. They are always in "truckstop" status it seems... I get in, do my business, and get out as soon as I can. No chance will I spend more time in there than necessary.
So what have I done? Well, I've put my hands down my shirt and tweaked my nipples, rubbed my breasts. I've put my hands under my desk, legs spread wide, and tickled at my pussy. I've done this with fingers, but my favorite item to use is my pen so I can then keep it near my face and smell it. When I wear a skirt I have slipped a finger into my underwear and fingered myself for a quick moment, then licked it off. If I'm horny enough, I can wiggle in my chair and move my clit boner and really feel good from it - not enough to get off, but enough to spike the hornyness.
Oh, and I've sexted the BF. A lot. To where I hurt from needing to cum so much.
Now what would I like to do? I'd like to have my BF fuck me up against the window in the president's office. Breasts on the cold window, being fucked from behind.
Want to ask me a question? Just head to formspring.me/billikesscifi and ask anything you want. Really. Anything. Try me. I'll answer the following Friday.
Friday, March 23, 2012
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