Yes, this week is going to be a bit of a race for me to get any blogging done. I got sis leaving and I'm working all at once. Work is intense this week too so it's going to be a long week. I can't wait till Saturday where I might catch Rob online in the eve or late day.
I've had some interesting experiences recently that I'd like to share. If I can manage I might try to get them down in holes of time. Otherwise everything will have to wait for Saturday.
I also wanted to do a second "Sex from the Past" post. I didn't reveal all in the first one.
I've also got some ghosts that I need to dredge up, some things to purge.
I'm afraid that there won't be an HNT this week for me, although I might be able to get one done on Saturday and post a late one.
Right. I hope everyone out there in Blogland is doing well. I tried to catch up on some reading and some responses. I'm off until the next "alone" hole of time. Otherwise that will be on Saturday.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Holiday Time
I've got a quick internet connection in a Gelateria here while I'm on Holiday. I have read everyones great comments and I will be responding as soon as I get back home with a better computer and connection. I also want to catch up on some blog reading! I'm curious to know what I've been missing
It's hot, and we didn't get to do any diving so we've just been hanging out at the pool or beach. I got completely burned yesterday so I'll have some nice tan lines for the next HNT pic. ;)
Thanks for not forgetting me!
It's hot, and we didn't get to do any diving so we've just been hanging out at the pool or beach. I got completely burned yesterday so I'll have some nice tan lines for the next HNT pic. ;)
Thanks for not forgetting me!
Friday, July 24, 2009
Sex from the Past
My sexual experiences as a child are very clear to me. I remember them quite vividly. Someone older than me, probably another child, and probably a girl, taught me to masturbate when I was about 4. I didn't know what it was, and neither did she. She just knew it felt good and decided to teach me.
One day I decided to share the great news with some friends of mine (two sisters), they were probably about my age, perhaps a little older, and they freaked out. They ran out of the room as if I had violated them, running to tell their parents. I guess their parents had told them not to touch themselves or something. Whatever, I never told anyone else about it.
Then I met a pair of twins, they were not identical, one was blond and the other brunette, they also had a younger brother. We were best friends from the age of about 6 up to about 13/14.
I had a strange relationship with them, my first sexual experience was with them. We were about 6 or 7 and we were upstairs in their house alone with their little brother and we were talking about how babies were born. They knew more than me, I think they had seen their parents have sex. They told me that a girl had to be on top of a boy to have sex. So I remember they got me to climb on top of their little brother, he was laying on a cot and I sprawled on top of him, both of us completely naked. I didn't feel aroused. I wonder if their brother remembers that. He was really really little, maybe 4.
The brunette and I had a strange relationship, we were playing together one day when we were older and she confessed that she liked to touch herself and that she reached a kind of climax. We were about 10. I confessed that I liked to do the same and we would often do it together, without touching each other, just side by side.
Then things got more involved. We started to play with each other. We would fantasize about boys, french kiss, (which felt like a squid in my mouth to me). She would even tell me that she wanted to put things inside me and we tried a few times, it would hurt more than anything. We had sex a few times as best two girls can at the age of 10 or 11. One leg over, one under, grinding together.
One day she wanted me to lick her. I refused, I really didn't want to. So she insisted and pushed until I agreed... funny part was that the only way she could convince me was by slathering cough syrup on her vulva so that I couldn't taste anything. So I did. It didn't last very long. She was loving it, but I was not. I think I asked her to do the same, but she refused and I missed out. I didn't push it.
We eventually grew apart. We didn't see each other for quite a few years and now we're friends on facebook but she won't talk to me. I think she's afraid of what I know.
In any case, my very first sexual experiences were with a girl. Strangely I'm not a lesbian. I love cock... a lot, but I can definitely say that I like women visually and I would definitely try a FF experience again. Why aren't I a lesbian if I could admittedly say that I find some women attractive? Because I don't get along with women as well as with men. I am much happier in the company of men.
One day I decided to share the great news with some friends of mine (two sisters), they were probably about my age, perhaps a little older, and they freaked out. They ran out of the room as if I had violated them, running to tell their parents. I guess their parents had told them not to touch themselves or something. Whatever, I never told anyone else about it.
Then I met a pair of twins, they were not identical, one was blond and the other brunette, they also had a younger brother. We were best friends from the age of about 6 up to about 13/14.
I had a strange relationship with them, my first sexual experience was with them. We were about 6 or 7 and we were upstairs in their house alone with their little brother and we were talking about how babies were born. They knew more than me, I think they had seen their parents have sex. They told me that a girl had to be on top of a boy to have sex. So I remember they got me to climb on top of their little brother, he was laying on a cot and I sprawled on top of him, both of us completely naked. I didn't feel aroused. I wonder if their brother remembers that. He was really really little, maybe 4.
The brunette and I had a strange relationship, we were playing together one day when we were older and she confessed that she liked to touch herself and that she reached a kind of climax. We were about 10. I confessed that I liked to do the same and we would often do it together, without touching each other, just side by side.
Then things got more involved. We started to play with each other. We would fantasize about boys, french kiss, (which felt like a squid in my mouth to me). She would even tell me that she wanted to put things inside me and we tried a few times, it would hurt more than anything. We had sex a few times as best two girls can at the age of 10 or 11. One leg over, one under, grinding together.
One day she wanted me to lick her. I refused, I really didn't want to. So she insisted and pushed until I agreed... funny part was that the only way she could convince me was by slathering cough syrup on her vulva so that I couldn't taste anything. So I did. It didn't last very long. She was loving it, but I was not. I think I asked her to do the same, but she refused and I missed out. I didn't push it.
We eventually grew apart. We didn't see each other for quite a few years and now we're friends on facebook but she won't talk to me. I think she's afraid of what I know.
In any case, my very first sexual experiences were with a girl. Strangely I'm not a lesbian. I love cock... a lot, but I can definitely say that I like women visually and I would definitely try a FF experience again. Why aren't I a lesbian if I could admittedly say that I find some women attractive? Because I don't get along with women as well as with men. I am much happier in the company of men.
Thursday, July 23, 2009
The Dress. Part III
This time he grabbed the front of her dress in between his fingers. He poked the sharp tip of the scissors through the fabric over her right breast, and he let it fall from his grip as he eased the cold metal of the scissors over her skin and sliced a gaping hole exposing her breast fully. She moaned and spread her legs. She couldn't stand it any longer. She wanted him inside her.
He wrapped his arms around her waist, not letting go of the scissors. He bent down and wrapped his mouth around her exposed nipple, pulling her back towards him, making her arch to match his pressure. When he came up for air, he moved his scissor-clad hand between her legs, letting her feel the metal once again against the now drying water on her thighs. Up and up, he moved towards her pussy but at the last minute swooping up to slice into the hem of the skirt once again, this time cleaving it in half up to her bellybutton. He stood back at his work of art, wondering whether any last touches needed to be made.
Her; back arched, tummy tight and wet showing through the new opening in the sliced dress, one breast exposed to the hot air of the afternoon, the other breast hiding beneath the fabric. Just the nipple hard and standing erect in the hole made for it. Legs spread showing the sparkle of her juices through the black lace thong. He was almost finished.
He approached her again and this time the dangerous tip went gliding over her vulva covered by a thin layer of fine black lace. She could feel the cold through the fabric. He pulled the thin layer away from her with his fingers and poked the shiny tip through the lace like butter. He got close, attentively examining the hole he had created, he eased the tip in further, opening the lace more as he watched the scissors touch her slit ever so slightly. She didn't dare move. She moaned, the hard metal, the danger and the ridiculous heat making her crazy. He slowly, cautiously, moved the scissor tip up, easily ripping the lace, moving the metal tip over her clit, the scissors becoming wet with her juices. He pulled them away to reveal her sex red and open, swollen through the opening he had made in the thong.
He stood back once again. She wasn't moving, legs wide, waiting. He couldn't tell if she was even breathing. She was in another world. She was perfect. Just the way he wanted her. Ready.
He wrapped his arms around her waist, not letting go of the scissors. He bent down and wrapped his mouth around her exposed nipple, pulling her back towards him, making her arch to match his pressure. When he came up for air, he moved his scissor-clad hand between her legs, letting her feel the metal once again against the now drying water on her thighs. Up and up, he moved towards her pussy but at the last minute swooping up to slice into the hem of the skirt once again, this time cleaving it in half up to her bellybutton. He stood back at his work of art, wondering whether any last touches needed to be made.
Her; back arched, tummy tight and wet showing through the new opening in the sliced dress, one breast exposed to the hot air of the afternoon, the other breast hiding beneath the fabric. Just the nipple hard and standing erect in the hole made for it. Legs spread showing the sparkle of her juices through the black lace thong. He was almost finished.
He approached her again and this time the dangerous tip went gliding over her vulva covered by a thin layer of fine black lace. She could feel the cold through the fabric. He pulled the thin layer away from her with his fingers and poked the shiny tip through the lace like butter. He got close, attentively examining the hole he had created, he eased the tip in further, opening the lace more as he watched the scissors touch her slit ever so slightly. She didn't dare move. She moaned, the hard metal, the danger and the ridiculous heat making her crazy. He slowly, cautiously, moved the scissor tip up, easily ripping the lace, moving the metal tip over her clit, the scissors becoming wet with her juices. He pulled them away to reveal her sex red and open, swollen through the opening he had made in the thong.
He stood back once again. She wasn't moving, legs wide, waiting. He couldn't tell if she was even breathing. She was in another world. She was perfect. Just the way he wanted her. Ready.
HNT.... textures
Basically the same picture, different textures, different filters, a bit like how we perceive life.Enjoy!!
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
The Dress. Part II
She stood anxiously by the table, uncertain of what he wanted to do. "Turn around" he said quietly as he placed the bottle of water next to her on the hardwood table. As she turned around to face the table she could feel his hand on her neck pushing her forward, she opposed some resistance to which he just pushed harder till she had to swing her hands in front of her so as not to bang her head on the table. With a quick sleek movement, his other hand groped for a drawer in the kitchen unit next to them, opening it and finding blindly a pair of scissors.
She could feel the cold of the metal on her legs; he was running it up and down her thighs. His hand still on her neck, forcing her onto her elbows, head down, hair in her face. She could hear that sheer sound of the scissors opening and the sharp point between her ass cheeks, grazing her carefully, moving along the seam of her black thong, up and finally out, back down to where the dress hem was now sitting, just below her ass.
Snip. He cut into the dress, giving it a new slit up the back. The slit was just long enough to show the triangle of thong covering her sex. If she were standing it wouldn't show anything of much interest.
This time the scissors ran up her back, over the dress to the bare skin on her neck and shoulder, cool enough to give her goosebumps and shiver slightly.
"Are you cold?" he asked. "No" she answered. At that he picked up the still cold water bottle and poured the water onto her back. The goosebumps rose, making all the hairs on her arms stand straight and she was suddenly aware of her nipples pushing against the fabric of the dress. He ran the scissors down her bare shoulder and snip he cut a slit into the back of her dress, at the nape of the neck, exposing a few vertebrae at the top of her back.
He released his grip on her neck and she eased up slowly, afraid he would push her back down. He grabbed her by the shoulder and swung her around to face him, ass resting slightly on the edge of the table. Scissors still in hand, glinting in the sunlight coming through the window. He asked her quietly again "are you cold?" "No" she answered, and again, as he did the first time, he picked up the bottle and poured the water down her front, slowly drizzling it like chocolate sauce on ice cream. This time it ran down her chest, and over her breasts, making her nipples hard and down in between her legs, down her thighs and over her feet onto the floor.
She could see that he was hard, his cock was evidently pushing out the top of his jeans. She reached one hand over to touch it, to release the button, to let it out, but his hand came down hard on hers, scissors and all, blocking her. Putting the water bottle down he concentrated on the scissors again, running them down from behind her ear down her throat over the dress to her left breast. Snip. He cut a slit just under her breast, revealing her wet skin. The fold of her breast where it met her ribs was just barely visible. Snip. And another just below her nipple. The slightest movement would make it pop out. She held her breath.
She could feel the cold of the metal on her legs; he was running it up and down her thighs. His hand still on her neck, forcing her onto her elbows, head down, hair in her face. She could hear that sheer sound of the scissors opening and the sharp point between her ass cheeks, grazing her carefully, moving along the seam of her black thong, up and finally out, back down to where the dress hem was now sitting, just below her ass.
Snip. He cut into the dress, giving it a new slit up the back. The slit was just long enough to show the triangle of thong covering her sex. If she were standing it wouldn't show anything of much interest.
This time the scissors ran up her back, over the dress to the bare skin on her neck and shoulder, cool enough to give her goosebumps and shiver slightly.
"Are you cold?" he asked. "No" she answered. At that he picked up the still cold water bottle and poured the water onto her back. The goosebumps rose, making all the hairs on her arms stand straight and she was suddenly aware of her nipples pushing against the fabric of the dress. He ran the scissors down her bare shoulder and snip he cut a slit into the back of her dress, at the nape of the neck, exposing a few vertebrae at the top of her back.
He released his grip on her neck and she eased up slowly, afraid he would push her back down. He grabbed her by the shoulder and swung her around to face him, ass resting slightly on the edge of the table. Scissors still in hand, glinting in the sunlight coming through the window. He asked her quietly again "are you cold?" "No" she answered, and again, as he did the first time, he picked up the bottle and poured the water down her front, slowly drizzling it like chocolate sauce on ice cream. This time it ran down her chest, and over her breasts, making her nipples hard and down in between her legs, down her thighs and over her feet onto the floor.
She could see that he was hard, his cock was evidently pushing out the top of his jeans. She reached one hand over to touch it, to release the button, to let it out, but his hand came down hard on hers, scissors and all, blocking her. Putting the water bottle down he concentrated on the scissors again, running them down from behind her ear down her throat over the dress to her left breast. Snip. He cut a slit just under her breast, revealing her wet skin. The fold of her breast where it met her ribs was just barely visible. Snip. And another just below her nipple. The slightest movement would make it pop out. She held her breath.
Quick note
Sis is here, we've been laughing tons, as we always do when we're together.
I still have him in the back of my mind though, its creeping into my hands, urging me to text a message, but I hold myself back. I just want to say hi, want to know if he's thinking about me. I'll wait.... if I can.
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