Showing posts with label sex. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sex. Show all posts
Monday, November 24, 2014
"Close Your Eyes"
When I close my eyes, in the heat of my moments I remember instants, images and intense sensations of him. Most of them involve his cock in my mouth. Maybe because that's what turns me on right now and I crave it intensely some days.
He straddled my chest, arms close to my body, pinned next to me, while his cock slid in and out of my mouth. His hand gripped my neck, tightly, but just right. Barely able to breath, but getting breaths in as he pulled out, gasping like when coming up out of water, hungry for air hungry for more of his cock. Not sure which I want more.
On another occasion we moved to the floor, between the tv and the armchair. I was kneeling, he asked me if I wanted a pillow to kneel on but I refused it, regretting it later and grabbing one off the armchair. It was just a booster really, he's tall. He fucked my mouth while standing. Holding my hair in a ponytail pulling me back and forth onto himself.
He held my face in place with one hand while he worked his cock with the other, and he quietly said "close your eyes".
He came on my face on two separate occasions this visit, I asked him to. On other visits I hadn't closed my eyes and I could watch him and know what to expect. Closing my eyes was a different sensation completely. The unknown, the surprise, and everything is heightened. Sounds, smells and the temperature of his cum was amplified.
He came on my freshly shaved pussy once too.... that was one of my personal favourites. It was on the bed, missionary I guess, or maybe some contortion of it. I didn't stop circling my clit for one second while his cum shot all over my hand and pussy, making it slick and wet as it dripped down between my legs.
There were times we played around. I would bite his cock hard to see how much he could handle, often he wanted it harder than I was prepared to give him. A bit like when he gripped my neck and a tendon moved unexpectedly under his thumb and it wigged him out. It's fun pushing the limits, seeing how far the other will go. You learn a lot about character and hidden desires.
I'm still not sure we're anywhere near learning what there is to know about each other's sexual preferences or kinks, but we're closer.
I still remember the first time we met up, how I knew we could go further, how we could get closer to understanding. To be honest on the one hand it seems like we've come miles but on the other it seems like it's only a drop in the sea.
Saturday, May 28, 2011
The morning
As time goes by things get put on the back burner.... kinda... I find myself thinking about Rob less, although still very often, just less than every second like while I was in London. It's more like every 5 minutes now. Work does keep me mostly busy.
On occasion I find myself stopping in mid sentence while explaining something to my students, because something caught my attention and reminded me. The strangest things will come to mind and make me laugh, like salt and vinegar chips. Rob went out late on Monday night at the hotel to have a smoke. I stayed up in the room but he asked if I wanted anything to munch on. He brought back two bags of salt and vinegar chips and a bag of cheese chips. We sat quietly and ate them while watching tv.
There were times in that room that we weren't having sex where we'd just sit and watch tv. He'd sit on the chair at the desk, I'd be sprawled on the bed. In other words we weren't constantly all over each other.
It was during those times that I'd observe him, watch him. I wasn't interested in the tv. I just wanted to watch him while he wouldn't notice.
Those were times when I felt like I should make moves, go to him and touch him, just drag him close to me. But I knew that it wasn't the right thing to do. I don't know how I knew, but I did. I think that we probably needed to contrast the constant touching, sex and just overstimulation with that void. Perhaps it had to do with my fear of ruining the situation with overdoing things. Maybe I was just afraid of getting too close.
The void of not touching, not getting too close eased us into sleep as well. We slept close. But to be able to actually get any sleep I can't be touching a person I've never slept with. So I kept my distance, I needed to sleep at least a little. I don't remember who made the first move in the morning, it could have just been a random rolling over or something, but we ended up spooning. It was an amazing sensation, after not having touched for those few hours at night. I remember pulling his arm around me, around my waist. I could feel his body behind me, every move, every muscle, his slow breathing, his warmth. The sensation of his stiffening cock had me wet immediately. All I knew is that I didn't want to leave that day without having more of him. I'd have never forgiven myself if I hadn't taken full advantage of the situation.
We moved, perhaps he moved onto his back, I moved close to him, one leg over his, but I could feel him stiffen through his boxers. My hand slid under the covers, I caressed, and rubbed him through his boxers, until he opened one eye to look at me, to ask me what I was doing. I just smiled, didn't answer. Then I moved under the covers, straddling his legs, going down. I slipped his boxers off, and the question came again, "what are you doing?" in that accent I love. "Nothing, what do you think I'm doing?" I joked. And proceeded to take him in my mouth.
Just the simple sensation of the head of his cock moving past my lips was enough to make me cum. All I needed was a little stimulation really. I could suck him off for hours without ever getting bored... although he might. But he wanted to be inside me that morning, and I wasn't going to complain about that. I came up to face him, and straddling him I grabbed him from behind myself, slipped him in slowly, easily, all the way down the shaft, and I gasped, he groaned, and the sensation made me collapse towards him. He fucked me slowly in that position and then told me to ride him. I did, I rode him, upright, cowgirl, but I'm a weak girl with no muscles and ended up getting tired fast. He lifted me by my thighs, I kept my hands on the bedboard to ease the weight a little and he fucked me from below. There was a moment when his cock hit my g-spot and I just yelped. It was a sensation I'd never felt before meeting Rob. Bf has never hit it, I've never hit it on my own either. Rob is the only one who has ever found it, and his cock hits it perfectly.
I was basically incapable of moving after that, Rob moved his hand swiftly to my clit, pressing hard, flicking his thumb back and forth, pushing from inside me with his cock, I would go limp at each pulse. The next thing I knew he was joking around, and I was trying to get over what felt like three orgasms in a row. He said "look, watch this!", he put two fingers to his left temple, closed his eyes and made his cock pulse inside me, making me weak in rapid succession, I was laughing and in a state of ecstasy all at once.
He then asked me if I'd had enough. But my answer was "I'll never have enough". He lifted me off him. He moved around behind me, telling me quietly what to do, put your head down, guiding me with his hands. He slid himself back inside me from behind, my face planted flat on the bed. His hands gripping my wrists and my hips all at once. He pounded me hard and I had yet another orgasm, I collapsed helplessly on the bed, I didn't have an inkling of strength, I lay there, eyes closed, panting, arms beneath me now. Feeling the bed vibrate as he moved around to my side, he was caressing my back, up and down, his nails just barely grazing my cool skin. I opened my eyes to see a calm, serene look on his face, relaxed, smiling, caring.
I rolled onto my side, propped myself up and after he may have told me to take it easy, I went back down to taste myself on him. Making myself gag on him, his hands pushing my head down as they'd done numerous times before. I went down, sucked his balls lightly into my mouth, something I'd never done before, so delicate, soft, fragile, yet resistent. Such an amazing sensation. He was getting close. This time it took minutely less than the other times. He warned me that he was going to cum, and he pressed my head down onto him, his hot cum filling the back of my throat. I haven't swallowed in years, and it was so much easier than I'd remembered. It was warm and tasted slightly bitter. I could taste him for ages after that. Right through to the next morning.
The rest of the morning consisted in us having breakfast and just lounging, perhaps both dreading the departure. I wrote about our departure before, but it was a fairly long wait, or it felt long. We went down and had a breakfast that made us both laugh, he managed to fill a teapot with a teabag and coffee and almost insisted on drinking it. We talked about what had happened, we talked about how we felt. He is so easy for me to talk to, he makes everything easy.
The rest of this story is somewhat of a repeat, I've mentioned it before but I can't finish this post without it.
When we returned to the room, we didn't know what to do. I finished packing my bag while he lay face down on the bed looking at the newspaper on the floor. I flopped myself onto the bed to look over his shoulder, reading and not reading, occasionally commenting. But soon we stopped. He just lay there, his face buried in the nook in his arm. I wasn't sure what to do or say. I got the feeling he was dreading going home, or maybe dreading waiting. I wanted to tell him to go when he wanted, that he didn't have to wait for me. He looked up at me, his eyes were shiny, but partially hidden behind his mass of blond eyelashes, he looked at me through them and said that he was worried he'd make himself sick with guilt in the following days.
I told him to hate me if it would be easier, but had to turn away, lay on my back to wipe the tears away.
We checked out of the hotel and headed to the train station. We hugged, half kissed, it was awkward, neither of us knew what to say or do, so we just went our separate ways. Neither of us looked back. But the train ride into London was hard.
On occasion I find myself stopping in mid sentence while explaining something to my students, because something caught my attention and reminded me. The strangest things will come to mind and make me laugh, like salt and vinegar chips. Rob went out late on Monday night at the hotel to have a smoke. I stayed up in the room but he asked if I wanted anything to munch on. He brought back two bags of salt and vinegar chips and a bag of cheese chips. We sat quietly and ate them while watching tv.
There were times in that room that we weren't having sex where we'd just sit and watch tv. He'd sit on the chair at the desk, I'd be sprawled on the bed. In other words we weren't constantly all over each other.
It was during those times that I'd observe him, watch him. I wasn't interested in the tv. I just wanted to watch him while he wouldn't notice.
Those were times when I felt like I should make moves, go to him and touch him, just drag him close to me. But I knew that it wasn't the right thing to do. I don't know how I knew, but I did. I think that we probably needed to contrast the constant touching, sex and just overstimulation with that void. Perhaps it had to do with my fear of ruining the situation with overdoing things. Maybe I was just afraid of getting too close.
The void of not touching, not getting too close eased us into sleep as well. We slept close. But to be able to actually get any sleep I can't be touching a person I've never slept with. So I kept my distance, I needed to sleep at least a little. I don't remember who made the first move in the morning, it could have just been a random rolling over or something, but we ended up spooning. It was an amazing sensation, after not having touched for those few hours at night. I remember pulling his arm around me, around my waist. I could feel his body behind me, every move, every muscle, his slow breathing, his warmth. The sensation of his stiffening cock had me wet immediately. All I knew is that I didn't want to leave that day without having more of him. I'd have never forgiven myself if I hadn't taken full advantage of the situation.
We moved, perhaps he moved onto his back, I moved close to him, one leg over his, but I could feel him stiffen through his boxers. My hand slid under the covers, I caressed, and rubbed him through his boxers, until he opened one eye to look at me, to ask me what I was doing. I just smiled, didn't answer. Then I moved under the covers, straddling his legs, going down. I slipped his boxers off, and the question came again, "what are you doing?" in that accent I love. "Nothing, what do you think I'm doing?" I joked. And proceeded to take him in my mouth.
Just the simple sensation of the head of his cock moving past my lips was enough to make me cum. All I needed was a little stimulation really. I could suck him off for hours without ever getting bored... although he might. But he wanted to be inside me that morning, and I wasn't going to complain about that. I came up to face him, and straddling him I grabbed him from behind myself, slipped him in slowly, easily, all the way down the shaft, and I gasped, he groaned, and the sensation made me collapse towards him. He fucked me slowly in that position and then told me to ride him. I did, I rode him, upright, cowgirl, but I'm a weak girl with no muscles and ended up getting tired fast. He lifted me by my thighs, I kept my hands on the bedboard to ease the weight a little and he fucked me from below. There was a moment when his cock hit my g-spot and I just yelped. It was a sensation I'd never felt before meeting Rob. Bf has never hit it, I've never hit it on my own either. Rob is the only one who has ever found it, and his cock hits it perfectly.
I was basically incapable of moving after that, Rob moved his hand swiftly to my clit, pressing hard, flicking his thumb back and forth, pushing from inside me with his cock, I would go limp at each pulse. The next thing I knew he was joking around, and I was trying to get over what felt like three orgasms in a row. He said "look, watch this!", he put two fingers to his left temple, closed his eyes and made his cock pulse inside me, making me weak in rapid succession, I was laughing and in a state of ecstasy all at once.
He then asked me if I'd had enough. But my answer was "I'll never have enough". He lifted me off him. He moved around behind me, telling me quietly what to do, put your head down, guiding me with his hands. He slid himself back inside me from behind, my face planted flat on the bed. His hands gripping my wrists and my hips all at once. He pounded me hard and I had yet another orgasm, I collapsed helplessly on the bed, I didn't have an inkling of strength, I lay there, eyes closed, panting, arms beneath me now. Feeling the bed vibrate as he moved around to my side, he was caressing my back, up and down, his nails just barely grazing my cool skin. I opened my eyes to see a calm, serene look on his face, relaxed, smiling, caring.
I rolled onto my side, propped myself up and after he may have told me to take it easy, I went back down to taste myself on him. Making myself gag on him, his hands pushing my head down as they'd done numerous times before. I went down, sucked his balls lightly into my mouth, something I'd never done before, so delicate, soft, fragile, yet resistent. Such an amazing sensation. He was getting close. This time it took minutely less than the other times. He warned me that he was going to cum, and he pressed my head down onto him, his hot cum filling the back of my throat. I haven't swallowed in years, and it was so much easier than I'd remembered. It was warm and tasted slightly bitter. I could taste him for ages after that. Right through to the next morning.
The rest of the morning consisted in us having breakfast and just lounging, perhaps both dreading the departure. I wrote about our departure before, but it was a fairly long wait, or it felt long. We went down and had a breakfast that made us both laugh, he managed to fill a teapot with a teabag and coffee and almost insisted on drinking it. We talked about what had happened, we talked about how we felt. He is so easy for me to talk to, he makes everything easy.
The rest of this story is somewhat of a repeat, I've mentioned it before but I can't finish this post without it.
When we returned to the room, we didn't know what to do. I finished packing my bag while he lay face down on the bed looking at the newspaper on the floor. I flopped myself onto the bed to look over his shoulder, reading and not reading, occasionally commenting. But soon we stopped. He just lay there, his face buried in the nook in his arm. I wasn't sure what to do or say. I got the feeling he was dreading going home, or maybe dreading waiting. I wanted to tell him to go when he wanted, that he didn't have to wait for me. He looked up at me, his eyes were shiny, but partially hidden behind his mass of blond eyelashes, he looked at me through them and said that he was worried he'd make himself sick with guilt in the following days.
I told him to hate me if it would be easier, but had to turn away, lay on my back to wipe the tears away.
We checked out of the hotel and headed to the train station. We hugged, half kissed, it was awkward, neither of us knew what to say or do, so we just went our separate ways. Neither of us looked back. But the train ride into London was hard.
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Electricity
I'm really happy with the order of things. Having met up with Rob at the beginning of this trip means that I have time to savour all my thoughts and feelings without worrying about being around Bf, without him asking me why I'm grinning or crying or writing.
The initial meeting with Rob at the station was very simple, smiles and hugs and then straight to the hotel. Check in was at 2:00pm and it was only 11am but I needed to drop my bag. We were lucky though, they managed to check us in immediately.
Once up in the room, Rob dropped onto the bed. After a few moments of indecision I lay down beside him, we talked for a second and then he pulled me close and kissed me. It was a kiss that was not really frantic, but we certainly didn't know what to do with each other. We were just pulling at one another wanting everything. We went for my neck, biting and sucking, just the thought makes my clit pulse. The sensation of him biting my neck sent waves of electricity through my body, neck to toes. He whispered that I tasted good, that my hair smelled nice, I must have mumbled something but honestly I was groaning.
What I wouldn't give to feel that again.
Friday, November 26, 2010
Possibly the best orgasm ever...
Sex.
Yep.
Got some sex last night. It was really good sex with bf. He made me yell last night... I'm pretty sure my neighbour heard. I was damn loud.
Foreplay was bf going down on me. He stripped me naked in 2 seconds and went down. I had just had a shower and shaved. He went down and got me close to climax. I'm thinking that he probably thought I reached orgasm at that point, but I didn't. I was happily moaning.
The position he found was perfect. Me on my back, him on his side, our legs intertwined. It gave me a great vantage point to stimulate my clit, and he had one hand free (he was up on one elbow) to probe and grope and feel.
I think my orgasm in that position lasted about 2 or 3 minutes, it felt like an eternity. I just didn't stop stimulating the clit. It was one of those orgasms that felt like it was at it's maximum... it wasn't ending... then BANG! the final fucking amazing climax that takes you over the edge. What did it? my constant stimulation of the clit and then bf plunging his two middle fingers into my mouth. For the very first time in my love life with bf I yelled "Oooooh SHIT". I never speak in English during sex, I try to speak in Italian, or often I don't speak at all.
The rest of the sex... didn't last very long. Bf was so close to climax himself, but he did try to get me to cum a second time. I imagine he thinks he got me off 3 times. He flipped me on top of him. He probed my b-side, fingers in my mouth again, and spanking... that would normally get me off fast. But I was pretty spent. He got me close again though, but I couldn't manage another orgasm.
When he started pulling out because he was close, I went down on him, licked him up and down, looked him in the eye and he came all over my mouth and chin...
Yep.
Got some sex last night. It was really good sex with bf. He made me yell last night... I'm pretty sure my neighbour heard. I was damn loud.
Foreplay was bf going down on me. He stripped me naked in 2 seconds and went down. I had just had a shower and shaved. He went down and got me close to climax. I'm thinking that he probably thought I reached orgasm at that point, but I didn't. I was happily moaning.
The position he found was perfect. Me on my back, him on his side, our legs intertwined. It gave me a great vantage point to stimulate my clit, and he had one hand free (he was up on one elbow) to probe and grope and feel.
I think my orgasm in that position lasted about 2 or 3 minutes, it felt like an eternity. I just didn't stop stimulating the clit. It was one of those orgasms that felt like it was at it's maximum... it wasn't ending... then BANG! the final fucking amazing climax that takes you over the edge. What did it? my constant stimulation of the clit and then bf plunging his two middle fingers into my mouth. For the very first time in my love life with bf I yelled "Oooooh SHIT". I never speak in English during sex, I try to speak in Italian, or often I don't speak at all.
The rest of the sex... didn't last very long. Bf was so close to climax himself, but he did try to get me to cum a second time. I imagine he thinks he got me off 3 times. He flipped me on top of him. He probed my b-side, fingers in my mouth again, and spanking... that would normally get me off fast. But I was pretty spent. He got me close again though, but I couldn't manage another orgasm.
When he started pulling out because he was close, I went down on him, licked him up and down, looked him in the eye and he came all over my mouth and chin...
Monday, March 29, 2010
Saturday Night Sex
I had super hot sex with BF Saturday night. We had had friends for dinner, I had a few glasses of wine, although I wasn't feeling the least bit tipsy. BF had smoked a little Maria, which we don't do very often but our next-door neighbour had thrown some out his back window (and then told us) after getting paranoid which left us with a little stash for rainy days.
It started innocently enough, on the couch a little snuggling and kissing. Then he took my jeans off. I had hoped sex would be an event that evening so I had prepared a little surprise under my clothes. As I knelt over him crosswise, he got busy fingering me. He moved my black lace panties to one side and I just enjoyed the attention for a while. When I was ready I started to strip the rest of my clothes off. I took off my shirt to reveal my black corset. He didn't blink. I'm not even sure he noticed. Oh well. I was enjoying myself so it was all good. After he fingered me until I was slippery and wet. I finally pulled him out of his jeans and plunged him in. It didn't take me long to cum. It was pretty much immediate. I've been pretty aroused for weeks. I hadn't had sex in a long while. The orgasm was good. I think I made quite a lot of noise.
At this point BF hadn't cum yet and I figured I'd give him a little treat. I slipped him out and back... yes, back. I haven't done that in a while. But I was feeling generous. Truth be told, I was doing it as a request from an online friend, who told me to ask BF to "fuck me in the ass". But since he was high, I didn't feel the right mood to say something like that. Anyhow It was slow going. As is usual in these cases, it takes some time and practice, I have neither of those. With a lot of saliva and some cautious, slow pumping, it finally slid in and... oh it was good. I should have done it right from the beginning. I would have had a more interesting orgasm. I didn't come again. I did however, enjoy it thoroughly. I think BF enjoyed it. He kept stopping and telling me that he didn't want to cum.
He eventually pulled out. I'm not sure why. But he decided he wanted to cum on my tits I think. So I got down close to him and gave him a nice hand job until he started to cum, at which point, as per usual, he finished himself off.
It was a good weekend.
It started innocently enough, on the couch a little snuggling and kissing. Then he took my jeans off. I had hoped sex would be an event that evening so I had prepared a little surprise under my clothes. As I knelt over him crosswise, he got busy fingering me. He moved my black lace panties to one side and I just enjoyed the attention for a while. When I was ready I started to strip the rest of my clothes off. I took off my shirt to reveal my black corset. He didn't blink. I'm not even sure he noticed. Oh well. I was enjoying myself so it was all good. After he fingered me until I was slippery and wet. I finally pulled him out of his jeans and plunged him in. It didn't take me long to cum. It was pretty much immediate. I've been pretty aroused for weeks. I hadn't had sex in a long while. The orgasm was good. I think I made quite a lot of noise.
At this point BF hadn't cum yet and I figured I'd give him a little treat. I slipped him out and back... yes, back. I haven't done that in a while. But I was feeling generous. Truth be told, I was doing it as a request from an online friend, who told me to ask BF to "fuck me in the ass". But since he was high, I didn't feel the right mood to say something like that. Anyhow It was slow going. As is usual in these cases, it takes some time and practice, I have neither of those. With a lot of saliva and some cautious, slow pumping, it finally slid in and... oh it was good. I should have done it right from the beginning. I would have had a more interesting orgasm. I didn't come again. I did however, enjoy it thoroughly. I think BF enjoyed it. He kept stopping and telling me that he didn't want to cum.
He eventually pulled out. I'm not sure why. But he decided he wanted to cum on my tits I think. So I got down close to him and gave him a nice hand job until he started to cum, at which point, as per usual, he finished himself off.
It was a good weekend.
Friday, February 26, 2010
Slippy
When he got in, he was all sweaty and dirty from working on his brother's new place. He jumped in the shower and got clean. When he came out he went into the bedroom as usual and started to get dressed. I pushed him onto the bed and straddled him. He was still moist from the shower. I was completely dressed, and he slipped his hands under my shirt to caress my back. He undid my belt and the button on my jeans so that he could slip his hand inside.
This is when I said that he'd have to fight for what he wanted. At this point we both got giddy and giggly. He started pulling on my jeans hard. Forcing them down and I was laughing hard, he kept flinging me around to get my jeans and panties off.
When he finally succeeded he was kneeling on the edge of the bed and my legs were on his shoulders. He dropped down to the floor and started licking. Licking and fingering, teasing, and getting me oh so wet.
Then he stood and pushed himself into me. We changed position a million times. We have a mirror near the bedroom and I wanted to watch. I eventually stood up and leaned against the wardrobe, and he took me from behind. Pounding into me hard. Grabbing my tits, squeezing my nipples.
From there we went back to the bed. And I was on top. I always cum when I'm on top. Just like the song... He teased my ass, had me grinding for more. And when he pushed his finger in I came hard.
We finished with me kneeling over him, showing him my pussy from behind. I fingered myself for him, and he came watching me.
This is when I said that he'd have to fight for what he wanted. At this point we both got giddy and giggly. He started pulling on my jeans hard. Forcing them down and I was laughing hard, he kept flinging me around to get my jeans and panties off.
When he finally succeeded he was kneeling on the edge of the bed and my legs were on his shoulders. He dropped down to the floor and started licking. Licking and fingering, teasing, and getting me oh so wet.
Then he stood and pushed himself into me. We changed position a million times. We have a mirror near the bedroom and I wanted to watch. I eventually stood up and leaned against the wardrobe, and he took me from behind. Pounding into me hard. Grabbing my tits, squeezing my nipples.
From there we went back to the bed. And I was on top. I always cum when I'm on top. Just like the song... He teased my ass, had me grinding for more. And when he pushed his finger in I came hard.
We finished with me kneeling over him, showing him my pussy from behind. I fingered myself for him, and he came watching me.
Friday, February 19, 2010
Are you awake?
Are you still in bed? Are you hard? No, don't get up. I'll join you. Or maybe I should have you get out of bed and join me in the hall where you'll pin me up against the wall. Turn me around and let me feel the cold wall on my face. Pull my skirt up, run your hand along my thighs and make me spread. Moving it higher you're not shy, a finger grazes, understanding immediately how much I want you.
There's no waiting, no teasing, no anticipation. Just your hard cock pushed slowly but surely in. Sliding easily, filling me, letting me feel your whole length. Your tempo rises, you pound harder, my face and hands absorbing the shock. The wall feels warm now. You grab my hair into a makeshift pony tail, and force me to watch as you fuck me the way that I want you to.
Pulling out, you make me moan for more. You stand back to observe how wet you've made me. Then you turn me around, kiss me hard, lift my legs to straddle you, picking me up. With my back against the wall you kiss my neck, and unzip my sweater to reveal my naked breasts. The house is cold, but your heat is making me melt. You lick and bite my hard nipples but I want more. I'll always want more.
There's no waiting, no teasing, no anticipation. Just your hard cock pushed slowly but surely in. Sliding easily, filling me, letting me feel your whole length. Your tempo rises, you pound harder, my face and hands absorbing the shock. The wall feels warm now. You grab my hair into a makeshift pony tail, and force me to watch as you fuck me the way that I want you to.
Pulling out, you make me moan for more. You stand back to observe how wet you've made me. Then you turn me around, kiss me hard, lift my legs to straddle you, picking me up. With my back against the wall you kiss my neck, and unzip my sweater to reveal my naked breasts. The house is cold, but your heat is making me melt. You lick and bite my hard nipples but I want more. I'll always want more.
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
A face I've seen before
Since playing around on cam I've never come across anyone I know. But it has crossed my mind that I might someday.
One day something happened that I might say was a close call. I had been going on a website called Camfrog. It's a place full of people looking for free webcam nudity. Most people don't have cams, but a few do. Most of the viewers are men but the funny thing is for publicity reasons they often have pre-recorded videos of girls getting naked. I used to strip and watch the comments, it was fun, I liked to see what people thought. Some thought I was one of the pre-recorded vids, and I would laugh and answer on the main chat board that I was real.
One friday, my neighbor, who is a bit of a porn fiend and quite open with me, asked me what websites he could use to chat with girls. I refused to answer (pretending not to know), suggesting he open an msn account. I even looked up a few sites in front of him which were solely chat rooms (no cams). That saturday I was about to go on Camfrog but my computer crashed and kept crashing. I coulnd't log on.
The monday after I asked my neighbor if he had found any satisfying chat sites, and he said that he had. When I asked him what it was called, he said Camfrog and I nearly gagged. I had been lucky. If my computer hadn't broken down I would have gone on and he would have seen me.
I often wonder about old high school friends, or ex boyfriends brothers, or even ex boyfriends. The internet seems HUGE but I don't think it's as big as we think it is.
One day something happened that I might say was a close call. I had been going on a website called Camfrog. It's a place full of people looking for free webcam nudity. Most people don't have cams, but a few do. Most of the viewers are men but the funny thing is for publicity reasons they often have pre-recorded videos of girls getting naked. I used to strip and watch the comments, it was fun, I liked to see what people thought. Some thought I was one of the pre-recorded vids, and I would laugh and answer on the main chat board that I was real.
One friday, my neighbor, who is a bit of a porn fiend and quite open with me, asked me what websites he could use to chat with girls. I refused to answer (pretending not to know), suggesting he open an msn account. I even looked up a few sites in front of him which were solely chat rooms (no cams). That saturday I was about to go on Camfrog but my computer crashed and kept crashing. I coulnd't log on.
The monday after I asked my neighbor if he had found any satisfying chat sites, and he said that he had. When I asked him what it was called, he said Camfrog and I nearly gagged. I had been lucky. If my computer hadn't broken down I would have gone on and he would have seen me.
I often wonder about old high school friends, or ex boyfriends brothers, or even ex boyfriends. The internet seems HUGE but I don't think it's as big as we think it is.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Chocolate
Tie me up to enhance my curves, bind me and block me so I can't move.
A cream of chocolate, spread knowingly over my body. The perfume penetrating my nose and boring a hole in my brain. Making our mouths water.
Chocolate mousse soft and light dolloped artfully on each nipple.
Whipped cream, the kind in a can, sprayed in patterns over my tight belly leading down between my legs.
Two lines of chocolate syrup, squeezed directly from the bottle on either thigh, letting it drip and trickle, tickling my thighs, making me squirm, making me want to scratch the itch, making me moan for you to lick and bite it.
Raspberries placed randomly over my surface, waiting to be snatched up. Pass me one from between your chocolate lips. Let me taste the sour juices contrasting the bittersweet chocolate. Let me lick and suck the raspberry from between your sweet lips until I send you back for another one. When they're gone I'll order you to follow the trail of whipped cream to that mysterious place between my legs. Follow the trail of chocolate syrup up my thighs easing my itching pain to finally plunge your tongue into the abyss.
My back unnaturally arched, you are the culprit. Our bodies sliding together the chocolate melting, the smell getting stronger, and covering us both.
Sitting me upright, forcing me to my knees, you order me to lick at you, clean you up with my tongue and lips. You take your rock hard cock in your hand to guide it over my breasts, wiping up the chocolate mousse left there. You force my head down, taking me by my hair, explaining as you do that I've made a mess and I must clean it up. Your hard cock enters my mouth, eager for that chocolaty smooth head. Still guiding my head, you push and pull me by my hair, forcing my mouth over that pulsing member, making the chocolate melt and run down my chin, penetrating my throat, making me gasp for air. The taste of the bittersweet chocolate mixes with a decidedly more bitter taste of that special boiling liquid you produce on your own, spewing down my throat and I'm finally full. After such a long starvation.
A cream of chocolate, spread knowingly over my body. The perfume penetrating my nose and boring a hole in my brain. Making our mouths water.
Chocolate mousse soft and light dolloped artfully on each nipple.
Whipped cream, the kind in a can, sprayed in patterns over my tight belly leading down between my legs.
Two lines of chocolate syrup, squeezed directly from the bottle on either thigh, letting it drip and trickle, tickling my thighs, making me squirm, making me want to scratch the itch, making me moan for you to lick and bite it.
Raspberries placed randomly over my surface, waiting to be snatched up. Pass me one from between your chocolate lips. Let me taste the sour juices contrasting the bittersweet chocolate. Let me lick and suck the raspberry from between your sweet lips until I send you back for another one. When they're gone I'll order you to follow the trail of whipped cream to that mysterious place between my legs. Follow the trail of chocolate syrup up my thighs easing my itching pain to finally plunge your tongue into the abyss.
My back unnaturally arched, you are the culprit. Our bodies sliding together the chocolate melting, the smell getting stronger, and covering us both.
Sitting me upright, forcing me to my knees, you order me to lick at you, clean you up with my tongue and lips. You take your rock hard cock in your hand to guide it over my breasts, wiping up the chocolate mousse left there. You force my head down, taking me by my hair, explaining as you do that I've made a mess and I must clean it up. Your hard cock enters my mouth, eager for that chocolaty smooth head. Still guiding my head, you push and pull me by my hair, forcing my mouth over that pulsing member, making the chocolate melt and run down my chin, penetrating my throat, making me gasp for air. The taste of the bittersweet chocolate mixes with a decidedly more bitter taste of that special boiling liquid you produce on your own, spewing down my throat and I'm finally full. After such a long starvation.
Monday, November 30, 2009
Is it you or me?
So what do you do when your partner initiates sex in a way that you often find annoying?
I didn't use to mind the whole way he initiated sex. Recently though it has started to get on my nerves. Ok it's not exactly recent, it's been at least a year.
I never really paid much attention to it at first. I must have been too busy being horny to notice, or maybe things have actually changed.
The ritual goes like this: I'm in bed, or on the couch, relaxing doing nothing specific, perhaps I'm watching TV or sleeping even (let's say his timing is pretty good). He'll snuggle up and make a kind of squeaky noise and rub against my leg. He'll slide his hand down my jeans or pyjama bottoms. Then he'll dry hump my leg and try to work me up.
It doesn't work.
It almost turns me off.
I probably sound like a whiner but I really can't figure it out if it's just me or if it's just plain boring. Maybe I should be trying harder. Often I end up taking control of the situation and jumping on top of him... But I can't rightly do that every single time can I?
Plus if the whole dry humping turns me off, I don't often feel like jumping on top.
I feel like he needs to get some new moves in. Surprise me. Wine and dine me. Grab me while I'm doing something active, while I least expect it. Try kissing my neck or ear or something. Even a kiss on the mouth works. Maybe even talk me into it, whisper something naughty in my ear.
I know. I sound like a horrible girlfriend. I won't be offended if everyone just tells me to get a life and try harder to enjoy it.
He mentioned that it seemed I enjoyed sex more when I initiated it. It's probably true. I probably like it more because I turn myself on.
I didn't use to mind the whole way he initiated sex. Recently though it has started to get on my nerves. Ok it's not exactly recent, it's been at least a year.
I never really paid much attention to it at first. I must have been too busy being horny to notice, or maybe things have actually changed.
The ritual goes like this: I'm in bed, or on the couch, relaxing doing nothing specific, perhaps I'm watching TV or sleeping even (let's say his timing is pretty good). He'll snuggle up and make a kind of squeaky noise and rub against my leg. He'll slide his hand down my jeans or pyjama bottoms. Then he'll dry hump my leg and try to work me up.
It doesn't work.
It almost turns me off.
I probably sound like a whiner but I really can't figure it out if it's just me or if it's just plain boring. Maybe I should be trying harder. Often I end up taking control of the situation and jumping on top of him... But I can't rightly do that every single time can I?
Plus if the whole dry humping turns me off, I don't often feel like jumping on top.
I feel like he needs to get some new moves in. Surprise me. Wine and dine me. Grab me while I'm doing something active, while I least expect it. Try kissing my neck or ear or something. Even a kiss on the mouth works. Maybe even talk me into it, whisper something naughty in my ear.
I know. I sound like a horrible girlfriend. I won't be offended if everyone just tells me to get a life and try harder to enjoy it.
He mentioned that it seemed I enjoyed sex more when I initiated it. It's probably true. I probably like it more because I turn myself on.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
He's Baaack.
The BF is now back. He quietly slipped into bed this morning at 6:30 after taking a shower. His body was cool next to mine. Wet with invisible droplets of humidity, smelling like rosemary and mint. He spooned me from behind, I turned, half asleep, to plunge my legs between his to feel my burning skin cool with the touch of his. We slept entwined for hours. His presence strong and sure next to me.
When we woke up he kissed me, he pulled me towards him and suckled my neck and shoulder down to my nipples. He pulled my shorts off and pulled the covers away to reveal my bare legs. He spread me like a book and buried his face in my cunt. Licking like an animal, sucking on my clit, slipping a finger in and out and back in.
I pushed him onto his back, straddled his leg and went down on him. I licked his cock from base to tip while cupping his balls, massaging them delicately. I took just the tip into my mouth and swirled around it with my tongue, feeling the smooth skin of his head, before thrusting it deep into my throat. I pulled up, having almost gagged myself, to force it back down. I repeated these actions, licking , swirling, cupping and thrusting a few times before coming up to face him.
I usually have to guide his cock into me, but today we were very well coordinated. It slipped in easily, I was dripping wet and he was still covered in my saliva. He grabbed my ass and pulled me onto him harder, while I settled my head above his shoulder. He teased my ass hole with one hand, while he offered the other to my mouth, two fingers, that was unusual for him. It's usually one. He teases because it's taboo for him to put a finger in my ass. It would make him cum to put it in, so he rims. I needed more, I grabbed his finger and pushed it in. I moaned loudly with that and he pulled it out and slapped me twice on the ass making me gasp.
He was so close to cumming so he pulled out. I moved to one side on all fours and continued to finger myself while he got up behind me to watch. I fingered myself for him and he pushed his finger back into my ass, one finger in my pussy, all the while I kept moving on my clit. He pounded me like that for a while until he was ready to go back in. He slipped himself back in, never took his finger out of my ass and I never stopped rubbing my clit frantically. He came hard. Mostly on my ass, some of his cum hit my arm. The smell stung my nose.
I didn't cum. He did everything right. But after such a long time of not having sex it takes a while to synchronize. I'm sure we'll have another go this evening to make up for it.
Sex isn't just reaching orgasm. It's the pleasure of getting there. If you don't get there it's fun just the same.
When we woke up he kissed me, he pulled me towards him and suckled my neck and shoulder down to my nipples. He pulled my shorts off and pulled the covers away to reveal my bare legs. He spread me like a book and buried his face in my cunt. Licking like an animal, sucking on my clit, slipping a finger in and out and back in.
I pushed him onto his back, straddled his leg and went down on him. I licked his cock from base to tip while cupping his balls, massaging them delicately. I took just the tip into my mouth and swirled around it with my tongue, feeling the smooth skin of his head, before thrusting it deep into my throat. I pulled up, having almost gagged myself, to force it back down. I repeated these actions, licking , swirling, cupping and thrusting a few times before coming up to face him.
I usually have to guide his cock into me, but today we were very well coordinated. It slipped in easily, I was dripping wet and he was still covered in my saliva. He grabbed my ass and pulled me onto him harder, while I settled my head above his shoulder. He teased my ass hole with one hand, while he offered the other to my mouth, two fingers, that was unusual for him. It's usually one. He teases because it's taboo for him to put a finger in my ass. It would make him cum to put it in, so he rims. I needed more, I grabbed his finger and pushed it in. I moaned loudly with that and he pulled it out and slapped me twice on the ass making me gasp.
He was so close to cumming so he pulled out. I moved to one side on all fours and continued to finger myself while he got up behind me to watch. I fingered myself for him and he pushed his finger back into my ass, one finger in my pussy, all the while I kept moving on my clit. He pounded me like that for a while until he was ready to go back in. He slipped himself back in, never took his finger out of my ass and I never stopped rubbing my clit frantically. He came hard. Mostly on my ass, some of his cum hit my arm. The smell stung my nose.
I didn't cum. He did everything right. But after such a long time of not having sex it takes a while to synchronize. I'm sure we'll have another go this evening to make up for it.
Sex isn't just reaching orgasm. It's the pleasure of getting there. If you don't get there it's fun just the same.
Friday, September 18, 2009
DP
Today I double penetrated myself for the first time.
It was to say the least insane. I didn't think I was capable. Mr New helped me with it on Skype today. It was his birthday so he had me dress up in knee high black leather boots and pigtails. I added the pink hot pants and matching pink panties and bra. First he had me spank myself with a hairbrush. Just a warm up. Which worked divinely to get me wet. Then he had me rub my clit with the handle. Oh my, that was yummy. Then he said " I should get you to fuck your ass with that". I paused, thought about it, I had washed the brush before the play so everything was cool... Aww hell why not? I reached up with my free hand and got my fingers good and wet, moved them back down to my basically virgin ass and got it as wet as I could, repeat twice and I was ready to go.
I closed my eyes, relaxed and slid it in. It went in easier than I thought. It's not too huge. It's pretty thin, but I could definitely feel it stretch me. I had it half way in when he said, get your toy.
I have a blue vibrator. It doesn't vibrate anymore and I unfortunately can't get a new one due to logistic problems. So I grabbed it. He told me to "suck it". Now I should have put my "fuck me" glasses on because from where the screen was I couldn't see too well and I misread, I thought it said "fuck it". So I Sucked it first to get it wet, although I was already dripping. In and out a few times and then down. Oh my. It was intense. Penetration hurt a little, I had to find the right angle. But once it was in, my heart pounded, I could feel my face flushing, and I broke into a sweat. I don't think I lasted long, I remember pounding with the hand on the dildo and lifting my hips to match the rhythm, I was afraid that moving my other hand would hurt. The orgasm was acute. Hot like a fire poker.
Mr New didn't have a lot of time unfortunately, he was getting ready for work, he was taking a shower and as soon as I came he showed me how much he enjoyed watching me. His technique is lovely, and slow I can see every movement so clearly.
It was.... yummmmm.... something to repeat :)
It was to say the least insane. I didn't think I was capable. Mr New helped me with it on Skype today. It was his birthday so he had me dress up in knee high black leather boots and pigtails. I added the pink hot pants and matching pink panties and bra. First he had me spank myself with a hairbrush. Just a warm up. Which worked divinely to get me wet. Then he had me rub my clit with the handle. Oh my, that was yummy. Then he said " I should get you to fuck your ass with that". I paused, thought about it, I had washed the brush before the play so everything was cool... Aww hell why not? I reached up with my free hand and got my fingers good and wet, moved them back down to my basically virgin ass and got it as wet as I could, repeat twice and I was ready to go.
I closed my eyes, relaxed and slid it in. It went in easier than I thought. It's not too huge. It's pretty thin, but I could definitely feel it stretch me. I had it half way in when he said, get your toy.
I have a blue vibrator. It doesn't vibrate anymore and I unfortunately can't get a new one due to logistic problems. So I grabbed it. He told me to "suck it". Now I should have put my "fuck me" glasses on because from where the screen was I couldn't see too well and I misread, I thought it said "fuck it". So I Sucked it first to get it wet, although I was already dripping. In and out a few times and then down. Oh my. It was intense. Penetration hurt a little, I had to find the right angle. But once it was in, my heart pounded, I could feel my face flushing, and I broke into a sweat. I don't think I lasted long, I remember pounding with the hand on the dildo and lifting my hips to match the rhythm, I was afraid that moving my other hand would hurt. The orgasm was acute. Hot like a fire poker.
Mr New didn't have a lot of time unfortunately, he was getting ready for work, he was taking a shower and as soon as I came he showed me how much he enjoyed watching me. His technique is lovely, and slow I can see every movement so clearly.
It was.... yummmmm.... something to repeat :)
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Make me gag
I'm horny as hell again and I've been having good sex with the bf recently.
I had a pretty good cyber moment with Chicken today. He told me all about what he wanted to do to me. Pull my hair, force his cock into my mouth, make me gag on his huge cock head in my throat, make me suck his balls, tie me up, bend me over, spank me. He said that I'd stretch his imagination. He called me a dirty bitch, and I liked it.... it turns me on, just like being called a slut does too.
I want to be used and abused (all within reason of course).
Bf doesn't seem to get how much I want to be forced around. I've tried to tell him, hinting at it, but he's too shy I think. He got the spanking bit, but that's about it. I even tried to convince him to take pics of us fucking. But he said no. I'll try asking him again, or just bring the camera myself.
He's out for the day today, so I'll have lots of time to play.
Rob doesn't seem to be around, I'm not sure if he's on holiday or what, but he hasn't answered any of my text messages since I was on holiday.
I might have to go on to justchat to see what I can find. No-one is around to play when I've got the time and I'm this horny.
I had a pretty good cyber moment with Chicken today. He told me all about what he wanted to do to me. Pull my hair, force his cock into my mouth, make me gag on his huge cock head in my throat, make me suck his balls, tie me up, bend me over, spank me. He said that I'd stretch his imagination. He called me a dirty bitch, and I liked it.... it turns me on, just like being called a slut does too.
I want to be used and abused (all within reason of course).
Bf doesn't seem to get how much I want to be forced around. I've tried to tell him, hinting at it, but he's too shy I think. He got the spanking bit, but that's about it. I even tried to convince him to take pics of us fucking. But he said no. I'll try asking him again, or just bring the camera myself.
He's out for the day today, so I'll have lots of time to play.
Rob doesn't seem to be around, I'm not sure if he's on holiday or what, but he hasn't answered any of my text messages since I was on holiday.
I might have to go on to justchat to see what I can find. No-one is around to play when I've got the time and I'm this horny.
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Sex in alternative places.
I've got a crush on lists at the moment so I'm going to write a list of places I've had sex and done other sexual acts.
-I gave an over the jeans hand job in a church once.
-Had sex in a forest, on the ground. Not comfortable.
-Had sex on a tropical beach at night. Sand gets everywhere and chafes, not to mention the sand flies that ate me alive, not fun.
-Had sex on a total stranger's boat, he wasn't there, we sneaked on to the deck.
-Had sex in my mother's garage.
-Had sex on a table (various times)
-Had sex on a beach in public, during the day, with beach towel, less sand chafing.
-Had sex in a car (various times) generally not a comfy thing.
-Had sex in the sea.
-Had sex in a rubber row boat
-Had sex in a wildlife watch tower.
-Had sex on a wooden dock at night, with falling stars, (it would have been romantic if the guy hadn't been such a jerk).
I think that's it... how boring is that? haha
I think I need to write another list of where I'd like to have sex.
-On a plane
-On a dryer or washing machine during the spin cycle.
-In a church, in the confessional
-in a garage up against a car.
-Any place public
-A castle
-An elevator
-In a room full of mirrors
-At a concert
-In an orgy
...I'm not feeling very imaginative today...
Any suggestions?
-I gave an over the jeans hand job in a church once.
-Had sex in a forest, on the ground. Not comfortable.
-Had sex on a tropical beach at night. Sand gets everywhere and chafes, not to mention the sand flies that ate me alive, not fun.
-Had sex on a total stranger's boat, he wasn't there, we sneaked on to the deck.
-Had sex in my mother's garage.
-Had sex on a table (various times)
-Had sex on a beach in public, during the day, with beach towel, less sand chafing.
-Had sex in a car (various times) generally not a comfy thing.
-Had sex in the sea.
-Had sex in a rubber row boat
-Had sex in a wildlife watch tower.
-Had sex on a wooden dock at night, with falling stars, (it would have been romantic if the guy hadn't been such a jerk).
I think that's it... how boring is that? haha
I think I need to write another list of where I'd like to have sex.
-On a plane
-On a dryer or washing machine during the spin cycle.
-In a church, in the confessional
-in a garage up against a car.
-Any place public
-A castle
-An elevator
-In a room full of mirrors
-At a concert
-In an orgy
...I'm not feeling very imaginative today...
Any suggestions?
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
It's Official pt. I
There are two things of note I want to mention today. I will break the two topics into two posts.
The first I should mention is that A and I made up. It was much different than our usual arguments. He's getting good at making up. It used to be that the arguments would drag on for days, weeks or even a month. Not talking to each other. I think I have changed too. I used to hold a grudge. I didn't this time. I was also open to suggestions I suppose. A woke me up the other day and just got me wet, wanting, and then he spanked me. When he came (because I didn't for some reason), he kissed me and said, "sei stata un pò cattiva con me, eh?"- "you were a bit mean with me, weren't you?" and I nodded.
This then led to more sex yesterday. It was amazing. It started on the couch, with the patio doors open, it was really hot outside and in, humid, and overcast, it was starting to drizzle. We tried many positions before I settled on top of him, which is the only way I can get off. I have become intensely aware of my body and sensations recently. It was the research I have done on finding my G-spot. His cock was definitely rubbing against it. It was so hot that it was hard to concentrate on cumming. But then he inserted a finger deep inside my ass and that brought me immediately back to reasoning. I could feel it building, his cock rubbing in just the right spot, I held him tight so that it didn't move a millimeter. We both came almost in unison, and with that a massive downpour outside with lightning and thunder, a true tropical storm. Our climaxes boomed with the storm, I moaned loudly. It was crazy.
I jumped up, the rain was beating down into the house, I scrambled to shut the doors and felt the cold rain on my legs.
I ran to the bathroom for my ritual pee and then grabbed my bathing suit and threw myself into the storm. Letting it wash the heat away, I had felt like I was going to catching fire.
The first I should mention is that A and I made up. It was much different than our usual arguments. He's getting good at making up. It used to be that the arguments would drag on for days, weeks or even a month. Not talking to each other. I think I have changed too. I used to hold a grudge. I didn't this time. I was also open to suggestions I suppose. A woke me up the other day and just got me wet, wanting, and then he spanked me. When he came (because I didn't for some reason), he kissed me and said, "sei stata un pò cattiva con me, eh?"- "you were a bit mean with me, weren't you?" and I nodded.
This then led to more sex yesterday. It was amazing. It started on the couch, with the patio doors open, it was really hot outside and in, humid, and overcast, it was starting to drizzle. We tried many positions before I settled on top of him, which is the only way I can get off. I have become intensely aware of my body and sensations recently. It was the research I have done on finding my G-spot. His cock was definitely rubbing against it. It was so hot that it was hard to concentrate on cumming. But then he inserted a finger deep inside my ass and that brought me immediately back to reasoning. I could feel it building, his cock rubbing in just the right spot, I held him tight so that it didn't move a millimeter. We both came almost in unison, and with that a massive downpour outside with lightning and thunder, a true tropical storm. Our climaxes boomed with the storm, I moaned loudly. It was crazy.
I jumped up, the rain was beating down into the house, I scrambled to shut the doors and felt the cold rain on my legs.
I ran to the bathroom for my ritual pee and then grabbed my bathing suit and threw myself into the storm. Letting it wash the heat away, I had felt like I was going to catching fire.
Saturday, July 4, 2009
extra (ordinary) marital sex
A got back from his holiday and it was a rocky return. We argued as soon as he got back but soon made up and had amazing sex.
Sex with him has always been pretty amazing. Although I have to admit it goes through periods, as I'm sure it does with most long standing couples.
I was in the bathroom drying my hair after a cool shower, (temperatures here haven't gone below 33 degrees in the shade, in about 4 days), he came in and hugged me and picked me up by my ass, pulling me onto his already hard cock. I wrapped my legs around his waist while he carried me into the bedroom where he pulled my panties off from under my skirt. He knelt down beside the bed pulled my ass close to the edge and started licking lightly. Sliding the tip of his tongue between my now wet lips. I don't think he has ever given me better head. It was amazing. I could have cum, but I resisted... I wanted to make it all last longer. I He flipped me over so that he was standing behind my raised ass and he slid his cock inside me. He fucked me from every angle. When he finally turned me around and had me slide on top of him, sweaty and hot, my body shook with the first orgasm. He didn't let up he kept pounding me as I was coming down and for the first time I came the closest I've ever come to a second orgasm.
I always come at least once with A, but I've never ever come close to having two.
Later that evening we had sex again. It started on the couch with the terrace doors and curtains open, it was dark so no-one could see in, but it was enticing to think that they could hear or possibly catch a glimpse.
Today he was frisky again, I was laying on top of him in bed when he started to get hard and he started pulling on my ass, stretching my undies across my it until it hurt and spanking me until I was dripping. That is also the first time he has done something that dominating. It felt so good, I don't know how or why he has changed his technique in fucking me, but I certainly can't complain!
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
10 years of my life
I need to get something straight: I have been with the same guy for over 10 years. He's Italian. I kinda ended up living with him by chance. It wasn't really a choice. We had a scary, hellish first year, but we learned to love each other, like an arranged marriage. There are times when I think to myself that I love him, I can't live without him. Other times when I jut wish he'd disappear.
The sex is good when we have it. It's very traditional most of the time. But I love a little pain. I like the thrill of being tied up, being teased. And he doesn't give that to me.
I find myself looking at other guys. I fantasize about other men. I have cheated on my man. With an old flame from Canada.
I feel like I'm running out of time for this kind of thing.
Do I feel guilty?
Sometimes.
Should I go ahead with fantasies?
Probably not.
Will I go ahead with my fantasies?
Probably at some point.
The sex is good when we have it. It's very traditional most of the time. But I love a little pain. I like the thrill of being tied up, being teased. And he doesn't give that to me.
I find myself looking at other guys. I fantasize about other men. I have cheated on my man. With an old flame from Canada.
I feel like I'm running out of time for this kind of thing.
Do I feel guilty?
Sometimes.
Should I go ahead with fantasies?
Probably not.
Will I go ahead with my fantasies?
Probably at some point.
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Day 2
I certainly got more. And I couldn't get enough. I logged on time and time again looking for the same guy but never found him again. I found a James who was almost as good, He too told me what I wanted to hear, except he wanted to see pictures of me in exchange. We exchanged msn addresses and I would send him pictures of my wet panties. But I wanted something more daring and more racy.
The next time I logged on to Justchat I decided that I would just blurt out that I wanted to cam with someone. I can't remember if he grabbed me or if I grabbed him, but no information was passed. I just asked, if he was cute and if he had a cam. The answer was yes to both. I couldn't believe it, he was HOT, very sexy, my age or a year or two older. We flirted fast and just kept coming back to each other. We would play games, stripping games. And I would get so high after every metting. I would feel like I was on top of the world.
We Wouldn't really have cybersex, but I would get dripping wet by just stripping and playing with myself on the camera, pulling my clothes off slowly, showing my ass, my pussy and my tits to him. When he wasn't on I would try to find others to fill my needs.
I found some of the strangest men, one with a severe foot and shoe fetish. He wanted me to show him all the high heel shoes I had, pumps, boots, sandals, everything. He had his own high heel shoe that he would masturbate with, rubbing his hard cock between the sole and the heel.
There was another guy who was really sexy, he had a really nice cock and we had good times while his wife was out. He was hot, but as time went by he got stranger and stranger, asking for things that I couldn't (and wouldn't) do. Things like pissing and shitting into a bucket. I refused, and he kept asking. Then I got the impression he had a weakness for young girls because he wanted to know if a student of mine was hot. When I said that she was only 13, he said “Ok, but is she hot?” I cut off all contact from there on with him.
I certainly got more. And I couldn't get enough. I logged on time and time again looking for the same guy but never found him again. I found a James who was almost as good, He too told me what I wanted to hear, except he wanted to see pictures of me in exchange. We exchanged msn addresses and I would send him pictures of my wet panties. But I wanted something more daring and more racy.
The next time I logged on to Justchat I decided that I would just blurt out that I wanted to cam with someone. I can't remember if he grabbed me or if I grabbed him, but no information was passed. I just asked, if he was cute and if he had a cam. The answer was yes to both. I couldn't believe it, he was HOT, very sexy, my age or a year or two older. We flirted fast and just kept coming back to each other. We would play games, stripping games. And I would get so high after every metting. I would feel like I was on top of the world.
We Wouldn't really have cybersex, but I would get dripping wet by just stripping and playing with myself on the camera, pulling my clothes off slowly, showing my ass, my pussy and my tits to him. When he wasn't on I would try to find others to fill my needs.
I found some of the strangest men, one with a severe foot and shoe fetish. He wanted me to show him all the high heel shoes I had, pumps, boots, sandals, everything. He had his own high heel shoe that he would masturbate with, rubbing his hard cock between the sole and the heel.
There was another guy who was really sexy, he had a really nice cock and we had good times while his wife was out. He was hot, but as time went by he got stranger and stranger, asking for things that I couldn't (and wouldn't) do. Things like pissing and shitting into a bucket. I refused, and he kept asking. Then I got the impression he had a weakness for young girls because he wanted to know if a student of mine was hot. When I said that she was only 13, he said “Ok, but is she hot?” I cut off all contact from there on with him.
Saturday, May 30, 2009
secret diary of an online stripper, the birth
Day 1
It all started one summer about 8 years ago. I had just bought my first computer in the small Italian city where I live. Internet connections here were generally per hour rates, and I was adamant on getting a flat rate. As an interpreter and translator I needed the internet for work, although it was very scarce at the time.
It was one of those hot sticky days where you feel horny no matter what you do. my boyfriend was working during the day and I was at home waiting for someone to call me to offer me work.
I logged on to a UK chat site called justchat.com and had my first chat sex experience. I was hot and wet before we even started, and there was no smalltalk before the dirty talk whatsoever. I'll never forget it, the guy was amazing. He knew exactly what I wanted to hear. We took turns describing what we would do to each other. I bent down in front of him, under his work desk, undid his jeans and ran my tongue down his hard cock. He then had me up against his desk, licking me from behind, and slowly pushing himself into me. And all this went on until we came to a certain climax in the story. It was so exciting and invigorating that i wanted more.
It all started one summer about 8 years ago. I had just bought my first computer in the small Italian city where I live. Internet connections here were generally per hour rates, and I was adamant on getting a flat rate. As an interpreter and translator I needed the internet for work, although it was very scarce at the time.
It was one of those hot sticky days where you feel horny no matter what you do. my boyfriend was working during the day and I was at home waiting for someone to call me to offer me work.
I logged on to a UK chat site called justchat.com and had my first chat sex experience. I was hot and wet before we even started, and there was no smalltalk before the dirty talk whatsoever. I'll never forget it, the guy was amazing. He knew exactly what I wanted to hear. We took turns describing what we would do to each other. I bent down in front of him, under his work desk, undid his jeans and ran my tongue down his hard cock. He then had me up against his desk, licking me from behind, and slowly pushing himself into me. And all this went on until we came to a certain climax in the story. It was so exciting and invigorating that i wanted more.
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