No ghosts so far. Is it weird that I am kinda disappointed?
We managed to sneak in five minutes of sex one time. Other than that, we haven't been alone, and the walls are too frikking thin to do it at night. Seriously. This is a 150 year old house. THIN THIN THIN! So I don't think Sweetpea is gonna knock me up this month. Ya never know, but I don't have "that feeling".
I got a spanking in front of the in-laws. *giggling* Can't wait to write about that when I get back.
My gay brother in law introduced his boyfriend to the famly (his Mom, Stepdad, me and Sweetpea) for the first time. He only came out to Mom a month ago. This was a HUGE deal. Thank god I was there to talk to the poor guy, because the others all kinda clammed up! So I chattered on like a magpie. By the end of dinner, my throat was killing me!
OH! And my BITCHY BROTHER IN LAW CALLED ME A HICK!!!!
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrowl!
He's just jealous because I got diamonds for Christmas and he didn't!
I've been able to read your comments via my email, but I am too scared to comment back yet because I don't want the naughty blog's url to show up in the in-laws history. I promise I'll reply when I get back home next week. I heart you, my pretty pretty Flowers.
I hope you all had a great Christmas. Happy New Year!
xoxoxoxoxo
Saturday, December 29, 2007
Thursday, December 20, 2007
Wheeeee!
A while back, I mentioned I am on lots and lots of fertility meds, right?
Sooooo......
Tomorrow, we leave for my Yankee in-laws' house...
And next week.....is the week, per the calendar, we are supposed to try to get me knocked up.
*cringe*
How am I supposed to have SEX in my IN-LAWS' HOUSE in the guest room with NO DOOR and a damn GHOST watching me?!?!?!?
Not cool. Soooo not cool.
Sooooo......
Tomorrow, we leave for my Yankee in-laws' house...
And next week.....is the week, per the calendar, we are supposed to try to get me knocked up.
*cringe*
How am I supposed to have SEX in my IN-LAWS' HOUSE in the guest room with NO DOOR and a damn GHOST watching me?!?!?!?
Not cool. Soooo not cool.
Monday, December 17, 2007
Pffftht!!
Well Flowers, I hate to tell ya this, but you probably won't be seeing any more updates here from my friend Single Grrrl. I begged you guys to give her more regular feedback, but I guess you were too busy masturbating (which, ok, I kinda understand, because damn her stories are hot).
Anyhoo!
* I * still get to hear about her latest adventures, but YOU DON'T!
* YOU * don't get to hear about the strap on, the new position she tried for anal, the multiple toe-curling orgasms, etc....
But I do I do I do!!!!!!!!
Pffffffftttttttthhhhhhhhht!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*impish grin*
Anyhoo!
* I * still get to hear about her latest adventures, but YOU DON'T!
* YOU * don't get to hear about the strap on, the new position she tried for anal, the multiple toe-curling orgasms, etc....
But I do I do I do!!!!!!!!
Pffffffftttttttthhhhhhhhht!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*impish grin*
Friday, December 14, 2007
Ok, so....
I took the previous post down.
Call it a site-meter panic-attack.
Someone from his town was on my blog, and I thought to myself, DAMN. If I were him, and he was airing some of MY dirty laundry on his secret blog, I'd be really hurt about it!
Sooooo......I took it down.
I really, really appreciate all of your comments. Sincerest thanks. I heart you, my pretty pretty Flowers.
P.S.
LustDemon.....I definitely am NOT interested in joining that harem.....
Well....maybe if the other chicks are hot.......
NO! Bad Blondage! Bad! *slaps own hand*
Call it a site-meter panic-attack.
Someone from his town was on my blog, and I thought to myself, DAMN. If I were him, and he was airing some of MY dirty laundry on his secret blog, I'd be really hurt about it!
Sooooo......I took it down.
I really, really appreciate all of your comments. Sincerest thanks. I heart you, my pretty pretty Flowers.
P.S.
LustDemon.....I definitely am NOT interested in joining that harem.....
Well....maybe if the other chicks are hot.......
NO! Bad Blondage! Bad! *slaps own hand*
Monday, December 10, 2007
Sex and the Single Girl update!
Blondage says....oh my!
War Wounds
I have them everywhere from this weekend. Bruises on my legs and arms. A deep tissue bruise in the center of my back. My pinkie toe is sliced open. My pussy is raw.
How did all of that happen? Sit back and let me tell you the tale.
It started out with a simple phone conversation with the Husband. I've been trying to set up the 4way for sometime after the holidays. Also, I haven't seen or been with him in weeks and I missed him and his touch. So we got together in his office on Friday after work.
Mmmmmmm, he always leaves me sweaty and shaky. And in the throes of everything, I somehow banged my arm and leg on some office furniture. I also cut my toe open on this metal file something or another that was next to the little armless chair he has in there. I got rug burns from a chair next to his desk because I had my leg thrown up on it when I was bent over the desk and he was fucking me from behind.
I don't recall receiving any of these hurts. I just recall cumming very hard and moving all over the room. It was crazy. All needy and excited. Tugging on clothes, deep kisses. Sometimes, you have to let the animal out.
He invited me over to his house to meet his wife on Saturday night. I took him up on the offer. I've seen pictures of her and I've talked to her on the phone. She's very nice and funny and obviously cool because she let's me fuck her husband whenever I want. They took me to a bar to sing karaoke.
While in there, the tv screens were broadcasting the UFC fights. Amazing. I've watched them before, but Saturday, they had some great fighting. And bleeding. I was engrossed, but I still took time to socialize. I met a lot of the couple's friends and danced and sang. Then a man walked into the bar. He sat down close to where I was standing and dancing. "Tall, dark, and handsome" is very cliche, but perfect to describe this man. He was beautiful. But since I was with the couple and planned on staying the night with them, it was gauche to try to pick up someone else, don't you think?
I could feel his eyes on me almost the whole night and I ended up sitting next to him at the bar. He leaned over and asked, "So, you like the fight?" And he asked my name. Have you ever heard a Croatian speak? With that Eastern European accent, but not immediately identifiable? I asked where he was from and he said I probably didn't know it, but Croatia. I am familiar with the country and said so. He was surprised. His accent was incredible and it almost melted my panties right off of me. The wife was watching us and in the end, she invited him over to her home with a couple of other friends.
There is a fireplace and pool table in the couple's basement. They have speakers wired into the basement from their computer and great music was playing. We watched the men compete in pool and the wife said she thought her husband and the Croatian were playing for me. I found that funny and sexy at the same time. The Croatian threw the game. We watched him do it. He was sharking the table all night and completely blew a straight in shot. He knows how to be a polite guest. Can't beat a man on his own table....it's impolite.
He was a gentleman through and through. Opening doors, lighting my cigarette, hand on the small of my back when walking to the house. All those little things that European men do as a matter of every day interaction with women, but that American men rarely do anymore. It made me feel very feminine and at the center of his attention the whole time.
I snuggled up next to him, the Croatian, let's call him Mr. Stranger, on the couch in front of the fire. And he kissed me.
I melted.
He was a wonderful kisser. Soft and leaving me wanting more. I cupped my hand around the back of his neck and pulled him to me because I wanted to feel his lips again. We were putting on a show for the rest of the people around us. It was just the two of us in our own small bubble at that point. Before then, I had been sneaking off and kissing on the husband when I had the chance. If I caught him alone in the hallway, I'd wrap myself around him or kiss his neck. But when Mr. Stranger kissed me, all thoughts fled my brain but one. I had to have him.
The wife came over eventually to inform me of another room that had a futon. I dragged Mr. Stranger in there for privacy. But he was extremely conservative and wouldn't even remove his pants with people in the other room. So I popped into there and asked them all to go upstairs. I know, cheeky of me, considering it wasn't my house, but I was very worked up and a bit tipsy.
I finally got him naked. I kind of suspected this because of where he's from...he is uncut. And long. His skin was soft, his look very intense. And he did the most wonderful thing. Many times throughout the night, he would either hold my face or push my hair off my face and look me in the eyes and tell me how much he loved my eyes. Or how beautiful I was. Or he'd run his hands over my hips and say I was so sexy. It was not just once. All night and even the next morning when we were saying our good-byes, he told me all of that.
Men, learn a lesson here. You can never go wrong with telling a woman that. Or kissing her eyelids after saying that you are blown away by how gorgeous her eyes are. Or any of those tiny little things that make her feel special.
Wow.
I'm still reeling from the way he spoke and treated me.
Anyway, before we had sex on the futon, he asked if I had condoms. Since I wasn't expecting to sleep with a total stranger, no I did not. So wearing only a garter and black stockings, I ran upstairs where the couple was. Everyone else had left. I was holding my shirt in front of my breasts, but everything else was left completely exposed. I asked the wife if she had any. She has a whole boxful.
I grabbed one and went back downstairs.
He completely pounded me on that futon. And a bar across the middle of the seat was right in the center of my back and that's how I got the deep tissue bruise. I cannot sit back in my car seat or at work because it hurts so bad. It's swollen there too. But at that time, in the moment, it barely registered what was happening to my back because of what was happening between my legs.
He was a wonderful lover. At the end, he pulled off the condom and came on my stomach. And he brushed my hair back so he could "see my beautiful face" and I sucked his fingers into my mouth. They were covered in cum and he tasted so very nice.
We snuggled for a bit and then he asked if I had another condom. Oh my goodness. Quick recovery. I went upstairs to use the restroom and to seek out more rubbers. I guess the wife heard me in the bathroom and she snuck downstairs with the box of condoms and to lay out the bed in front of the fireplace. It was just the futon mattress and pillows and blankets. I went into the bedroom where the husband was in bed and I crawled under the covers with him. Still only wearing the garter and stockings and nothing else. Not even a shirt to cover my breasts. I kissed him for a while. And I apologized for not doing what we had planned. He kept saying it's ok because how often am I going to get the chance to sleep with a Croatian man?!? Eventually, I asked where the condoms were. He told me to turn on the light and we looked around. He was completely naked, standing there in front of the closet and I wanted to take him downstairs with me. But his wife came back and told me she had already set us up downstairs.
She was very cool about the fact that I was standing in her bedroom mostly naked and her husband was completely naked and we were digging through the drawers and cabinets. She just sent me along my way so she could go to bed. Showed me where the other firewood and restroom were and left me to my own devices.
I laid down on the floor with Mr. Stranger and we started kissing again and talking. I noticed that he had big love bites on his shoulders from me. I did not intend that at all but with everything going on, I guess I was biting and sucking harder than I thought. When I saw those, it dawned on me to perhaps ask if he was married. Thank goodness he wasn't. And then I asked if he had a girlfriend. He said he did, but she lived in Arizona and he liked her, but didn't love her and I guess she loves him. He's not too keen on that. He said in this wonderfully forlorn sounding voice that he's only been in love twice and both girls broke his heart. It was sweet and sad.
With the kissing and touching, he was hard again and he slipped on the condom. I was sore and lack of lubrication was a problem. I ran upstairs one more time to ask for latex friendly lube. I went back to bed and slathered some on me. He pulled me to him so I was spooned with my back against his front.
Then he took me anally.
I was surprised because he was very conservative in everything he did. When I tried to lick his balls, he was twitching and at first, I thought he liked it. But then he stopped me and said no. I asked why not. He couldn't come up with the word and then poked me in the ribs a couple of times and said it was like that. He was ticklish. I giggled and stopped what I was doing. I also tried to at least rub his ass a little with my fingers but he immediately reached out and stopped my hand from creeping closer to him. I got the hint.
So for him to press the head of his cock against my ass, I was taken by surprise. But I told him to go slowly and he did and then he fucked me hard that way, cumming in the condom and my ass.
It was close to 5:30 in the morning by then and I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer. We snuggled up and slept for a couple of hours. I woke up and we tried one more time in the morning, but unfortunately, with the friction damage from the condoms on my pussy, I was having a difficult time of it all and we had to quit. We both got dressed, exchanged numbers, and thank our hosts profusely. He walked me to my car and was so very sweet in saying goodbye. Gentle kisses on my lips and eyes and telling me he'd like to see me again.
I had a wonderful weekend. Exhausting and my body is paying for it but it was worth it. Every bruise was worth it.
Blondage adds.....kinda reminds me of my honeymoon. *wicked grin*
War Wounds
I have them everywhere from this weekend. Bruises on my legs and arms. A deep tissue bruise in the center of my back. My pinkie toe is sliced open. My pussy is raw.
How did all of that happen? Sit back and let me tell you the tale.
It started out with a simple phone conversation with the Husband. I've been trying to set up the 4way for sometime after the holidays. Also, I haven't seen or been with him in weeks and I missed him and his touch. So we got together in his office on Friday after work.
Mmmmmmm, he always leaves me sweaty and shaky. And in the throes of everything, I somehow banged my arm and leg on some office furniture. I also cut my toe open on this metal file something or another that was next to the little armless chair he has in there. I got rug burns from a chair next to his desk because I had my leg thrown up on it when I was bent over the desk and he was fucking me from behind.
I don't recall receiving any of these hurts. I just recall cumming very hard and moving all over the room. It was crazy. All needy and excited. Tugging on clothes, deep kisses. Sometimes, you have to let the animal out.
He invited me over to his house to meet his wife on Saturday night. I took him up on the offer. I've seen pictures of her and I've talked to her on the phone. She's very nice and funny and obviously cool because she let's me fuck her husband whenever I want. They took me to a bar to sing karaoke.
While in there, the tv screens were broadcasting the UFC fights. Amazing. I've watched them before, but Saturday, they had some great fighting. And bleeding. I was engrossed, but I still took time to socialize. I met a lot of the couple's friends and danced and sang. Then a man walked into the bar. He sat down close to where I was standing and dancing. "Tall, dark, and handsome" is very cliche, but perfect to describe this man. He was beautiful. But since I was with the couple and planned on staying the night with them, it was gauche to try to pick up someone else, don't you think?
I could feel his eyes on me almost the whole night and I ended up sitting next to him at the bar. He leaned over and asked, "So, you like the fight?" And he asked my name. Have you ever heard a Croatian speak? With that Eastern European accent, but not immediately identifiable? I asked where he was from and he said I probably didn't know it, but Croatia. I am familiar with the country and said so. He was surprised. His accent was incredible and it almost melted my panties right off of me. The wife was watching us and in the end, she invited him over to her home with a couple of other friends.
There is a fireplace and pool table in the couple's basement. They have speakers wired into the basement from their computer and great music was playing. We watched the men compete in pool and the wife said she thought her husband and the Croatian were playing for me. I found that funny and sexy at the same time. The Croatian threw the game. We watched him do it. He was sharking the table all night and completely blew a straight in shot. He knows how to be a polite guest. Can't beat a man on his own table....it's impolite.
He was a gentleman through and through. Opening doors, lighting my cigarette, hand on the small of my back when walking to the house. All those little things that European men do as a matter of every day interaction with women, but that American men rarely do anymore. It made me feel very feminine and at the center of his attention the whole time.
I snuggled up next to him, the Croatian, let's call him Mr. Stranger, on the couch in front of the fire. And he kissed me.
I melted.
He was a wonderful kisser. Soft and leaving me wanting more. I cupped my hand around the back of his neck and pulled him to me because I wanted to feel his lips again. We were putting on a show for the rest of the people around us. It was just the two of us in our own small bubble at that point. Before then, I had been sneaking off and kissing on the husband when I had the chance. If I caught him alone in the hallway, I'd wrap myself around him or kiss his neck. But when Mr. Stranger kissed me, all thoughts fled my brain but one. I had to have him.
The wife came over eventually to inform me of another room that had a futon. I dragged Mr. Stranger in there for privacy. But he was extremely conservative and wouldn't even remove his pants with people in the other room. So I popped into there and asked them all to go upstairs. I know, cheeky of me, considering it wasn't my house, but I was very worked up and a bit tipsy.
I finally got him naked. I kind of suspected this because of where he's from...he is uncut. And long. His skin was soft, his look very intense. And he did the most wonderful thing. Many times throughout the night, he would either hold my face or push my hair off my face and look me in the eyes and tell me how much he loved my eyes. Or how beautiful I was. Or he'd run his hands over my hips and say I was so sexy. It was not just once. All night and even the next morning when we were saying our good-byes, he told me all of that.
Men, learn a lesson here. You can never go wrong with telling a woman that. Or kissing her eyelids after saying that you are blown away by how gorgeous her eyes are. Or any of those tiny little things that make her feel special.
Wow.
I'm still reeling from the way he spoke and treated me.
Anyway, before we had sex on the futon, he asked if I had condoms. Since I wasn't expecting to sleep with a total stranger, no I did not. So wearing only a garter and black stockings, I ran upstairs where the couple was. Everyone else had left. I was holding my shirt in front of my breasts, but everything else was left completely exposed. I asked the wife if she had any. She has a whole boxful.
I grabbed one and went back downstairs.
He completely pounded me on that futon. And a bar across the middle of the seat was right in the center of my back and that's how I got the deep tissue bruise. I cannot sit back in my car seat or at work because it hurts so bad. It's swollen there too. But at that time, in the moment, it barely registered what was happening to my back because of what was happening between my legs.
He was a wonderful lover. At the end, he pulled off the condom and came on my stomach. And he brushed my hair back so he could "see my beautiful face" and I sucked his fingers into my mouth. They were covered in cum and he tasted so very nice.
We snuggled for a bit and then he asked if I had another condom. Oh my goodness. Quick recovery. I went upstairs to use the restroom and to seek out more rubbers. I guess the wife heard me in the bathroom and she snuck downstairs with the box of condoms and to lay out the bed in front of the fireplace. It was just the futon mattress and pillows and blankets. I went into the bedroom where the husband was in bed and I crawled under the covers with him. Still only wearing the garter and stockings and nothing else. Not even a shirt to cover my breasts. I kissed him for a while. And I apologized for not doing what we had planned. He kept saying it's ok because how often am I going to get the chance to sleep with a Croatian man?!? Eventually, I asked where the condoms were. He told me to turn on the light and we looked around. He was completely naked, standing there in front of the closet and I wanted to take him downstairs with me. But his wife came back and told me she had already set us up downstairs.
She was very cool about the fact that I was standing in her bedroom mostly naked and her husband was completely naked and we were digging through the drawers and cabinets. She just sent me along my way so she could go to bed. Showed me where the other firewood and restroom were and left me to my own devices.
I laid down on the floor with Mr. Stranger and we started kissing again and talking. I noticed that he had big love bites on his shoulders from me. I did not intend that at all but with everything going on, I guess I was biting and sucking harder than I thought. When I saw those, it dawned on me to perhaps ask if he was married. Thank goodness he wasn't. And then I asked if he had a girlfriend. He said he did, but she lived in Arizona and he liked her, but didn't love her and I guess she loves him. He's not too keen on that. He said in this wonderfully forlorn sounding voice that he's only been in love twice and both girls broke his heart. It was sweet and sad.
With the kissing and touching, he was hard again and he slipped on the condom. I was sore and lack of lubrication was a problem. I ran upstairs one more time to ask for latex friendly lube. I went back to bed and slathered some on me. He pulled me to him so I was spooned with my back against his front.
Then he took me anally.
I was surprised because he was very conservative in everything he did. When I tried to lick his balls, he was twitching and at first, I thought he liked it. But then he stopped me and said no. I asked why not. He couldn't come up with the word and then poked me in the ribs a couple of times and said it was like that. He was ticklish. I giggled and stopped what I was doing. I also tried to at least rub his ass a little with my fingers but he immediately reached out and stopped my hand from creeping closer to him. I got the hint.
So for him to press the head of his cock against my ass, I was taken by surprise. But I told him to go slowly and he did and then he fucked me hard that way, cumming in the condom and my ass.
It was close to 5:30 in the morning by then and I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer. We snuggled up and slept for a couple of hours. I woke up and we tried one more time in the morning, but unfortunately, with the friction damage from the condoms on my pussy, I was having a difficult time of it all and we had to quit. We both got dressed, exchanged numbers, and thank our hosts profusely. He walked me to my car and was so very sweet in saying goodbye. Gentle kisses on my lips and eyes and telling me he'd like to see me again.
I had a wonderful weekend. Exhausting and my body is paying for it but it was worth it. Every bruise was worth it.
Blondage adds.....kinda reminds me of my honeymoon. *wicked grin*
Monday, December 03, 2007
Sex and the Single Girl update!!!!
Blondage says....mmmmmmm......update from my friend SG on her adventures!!!!
Well, this weekend was bad and good.
I guess I'll hit the bad part first. I was supposed to meet the Husband in his office on Friday. I was very excited and unfortunately, he had clients show up at the last minute. He stepped outside to call me and give me the news. I was very disappointed, but he was worried that I would give up on him permanently. I reassured him that he has a life and so do I and things come up. I wasn't going to stop seeing him just because he had actual work to do in his office!! So nothing on that front.
Then, I had set up a rendevouz with the man who has canceled twice and stood me up once for a total of 3 occasions. Hmmmm, what should we call him? Mr. No-Show. That's applicable. He's so very good looking. And sincere in a way. And one time he canceled because I was on my period. I wanted to meet him anyway and make out and maybe give him some oral but for some reason, he's hung up on this "perfect meet" thing, so he said no. How many men do you know would turn down a blowjob like that? I like giving oral and was disappointed that time. Anyway, we had this meet set up and due to circumstances beyond his control (and this one I completely understand), he couldn't make it. I figure the gods are trying to say something so I told him that it's probably best if we give up. I'm tired of being all turned on, looking forward to finally getting together with him only to be disappointed again. It's too much.
So I dug around in my dresser drawer and found some old toys that I don't play much with anymore. I watched a lot of porn this weekend and had way too many orgasms. That was the best I could do. Oh, I also came over the phone for a friend of mine who I've flirted with and I've wanted to meet, but his life situation (kids and work) prevents us from finding time to get together. One of these days, I will get my hands on him but until then, I just occasionally have an orgasm over the phone for him. He listens and strokes himself and I can hear him breath hard on the other end when he cums. It's a poor substitute for real sex though. Sad weekend.
But then Mr. Oral came back into town. Yippee!! I wasn't sure where things stood between us. He canceled on me and I wasn't entirely positive if he wanted to see me again. I know it was a big football game and free tickets and all, but still, a girl can wonder if maybe he's just blowing her off, can't she?
He was very flirtatious in chat and hinted that he wanted me to come over tonight, but I was in my new flannel pajamas and drinking wine and not interested in driving that far only to have to come back home so I can get some sleep for work tomorrow. But in our chat conversation he said something that made me smile and gave me hope that things will continue as they are. He said I've made him cum harder than anyone he's ever been with. That's good news. I was surprised to hear it and secretly pleased. I know that the second time we met, the second time he came it started in his right leg and his whole body shook. I've never seen a guy cum like that and it was amazing and quite erotic to watch. Throughout the chat, he said things along the lines of him wanting to see me again and since I enjoy his tongue-ish ministrations and all around great bedroom behavior, I want to see him again pretty badly. So things look great on that front. Well, except for his interest in whether I've met the Husband again or not. I lied and left out the part where we were supposed to meet. I just said that I didn't meet the Husband and left it at that. He mentioned other "boy toys" and I didn't bring up Mr. No-Show either. I don't think he's possessive so much as jealous that I get a lot of chances to have sex because women who meet men are much rarer on that site.
At least, I hope that's what it is. I'd hate to have to give up all my playmates. But then again, if this gentleman wants to make things more serious, he can tell me and we can discuss things. I DID offer to set up a FMF for him. I'm going to call the wife of the swinger couple, the Wife to the Husband that I meet. She plays too and I will ask her if she'd like to meet. Maybe all 4 of us. Now wouldn't that be fun?!? I'll have to think about how to approach her on it. Maybe go through the Husband first. Run it past him, see what he thinks. I don't mind sharing Mr. Oral. He's so very much fun and I know she wouldn't be a threat for taking up more of his time than what he gives me. Yes, that was a bit of jealousy on my part. I'd prefer to be at the top of the list. And maybe that's what he wants too. He is at the top of the list and perhaps I should reassure him of that. Maybe he'll stop leaving hickies all over me. (insert silly grin here)
Blondage says.....that foursome thing.....OMG. That is sooooooo one of my fantasies!!!!
Well, this weekend was bad and good.
I guess I'll hit the bad part first. I was supposed to meet the Husband in his office on Friday. I was very excited and unfortunately, he had clients show up at the last minute. He stepped outside to call me and give me the news. I was very disappointed, but he was worried that I would give up on him permanently. I reassured him that he has a life and so do I and things come up. I wasn't going to stop seeing him just because he had actual work to do in his office!! So nothing on that front.
Then, I had set up a rendevouz with the man who has canceled twice and stood me up once for a total of 3 occasions. Hmmmm, what should we call him? Mr. No-Show. That's applicable. He's so very good looking. And sincere in a way. And one time he canceled because I was on my period. I wanted to meet him anyway and make out and maybe give him some oral but for some reason, he's hung up on this "perfect meet" thing, so he said no. How many men do you know would turn down a blowjob like that? I like giving oral and was disappointed that time. Anyway, we had this meet set up and due to circumstances beyond his control (and this one I completely understand), he couldn't make it. I figure the gods are trying to say something so I told him that it's probably best if we give up. I'm tired of being all turned on, looking forward to finally getting together with him only to be disappointed again. It's too much.
So I dug around in my dresser drawer and found some old toys that I don't play much with anymore. I watched a lot of porn this weekend and had way too many orgasms. That was the best I could do. Oh, I also came over the phone for a friend of mine who I've flirted with and I've wanted to meet, but his life situation (kids and work) prevents us from finding time to get together. One of these days, I will get my hands on him but until then, I just occasionally have an orgasm over the phone for him. He listens and strokes himself and I can hear him breath hard on the other end when he cums. It's a poor substitute for real sex though. Sad weekend.
But then Mr. Oral came back into town. Yippee!! I wasn't sure where things stood between us. He canceled on me and I wasn't entirely positive if he wanted to see me again. I know it was a big football game and free tickets and all, but still, a girl can wonder if maybe he's just blowing her off, can't she?
He was very flirtatious in chat and hinted that he wanted me to come over tonight, but I was in my new flannel pajamas and drinking wine and not interested in driving that far only to have to come back home so I can get some sleep for work tomorrow. But in our chat conversation he said something that made me smile and gave me hope that things will continue as they are. He said I've made him cum harder than anyone he's ever been with. That's good news. I was surprised to hear it and secretly pleased. I know that the second time we met, the second time he came it started in his right leg and his whole body shook. I've never seen a guy cum like that and it was amazing and quite erotic to watch. Throughout the chat, he said things along the lines of him wanting to see me again and since I enjoy his tongue-ish ministrations and all around great bedroom behavior, I want to see him again pretty badly. So things look great on that front. Well, except for his interest in whether I've met the Husband again or not. I lied and left out the part where we were supposed to meet. I just said that I didn't meet the Husband and left it at that. He mentioned other "boy toys" and I didn't bring up Mr. No-Show either. I don't think he's possessive so much as jealous that I get a lot of chances to have sex because women who meet men are much rarer on that site.
At least, I hope that's what it is. I'd hate to have to give up all my playmates. But then again, if this gentleman wants to make things more serious, he can tell me and we can discuss things. I DID offer to set up a FMF for him. I'm going to call the wife of the swinger couple, the Wife to the Husband that I meet. She plays too and I will ask her if she'd like to meet. Maybe all 4 of us. Now wouldn't that be fun?!? I'll have to think about how to approach her on it. Maybe go through the Husband first. Run it past him, see what he thinks. I don't mind sharing Mr. Oral. He's so very much fun and I know she wouldn't be a threat for taking up more of his time than what he gives me. Yes, that was a bit of jealousy on my part. I'd prefer to be at the top of the list. And maybe that's what he wants too. He is at the top of the list and perhaps I should reassure him of that. Maybe he'll stop leaving hickies all over me. (insert silly grin here)
Blondage says.....that foursome thing.....OMG. That is sooooooo one of my fantasies!!!!
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Monday, November 26, 2007
Sex and the Single Girl update :)
Blondage says......howdy Flowers! I hope you all had a wonderful Thanksgiving! Here's an update on Single Grrl's latest adventures. Yeeeeee-hawwwwwwwwww!!!!!!
What has this Grrrl been up to? Lots of things.
I met Mr. Oral again last weekend. The one before this holiday. I bought a toy for us to use and it was quite delicious. A slim, long, and vibrating butt plug. Lots of settings. Mmmmmmm. At one point, I was on my hands and knees, him standing on the floor behind me and he had it in my ass and a dildo in my pussy and he was fucking me hard with both. I had a very intense orgasm from that.
At another point in our morning, he was snuggled up behind me because my backside was cold. He rolled me over onto my tummy and laid himself on top of me. He had me completely pinned down and he sucked and bit my neck and shoulders. Then forced my legs open with his knees and thrust into me hard and deep. His hands were wrapped around my wrists and all I could do was take what he wanted to give me. It was wonderful to be slightly dominated like that.
We had a grand time and I was looking forward to seeing him the next day. We had plans for me to spend the night.
Unfortunately, I got thrown over for a football game. And since I had left my toys over at his house for the following evening, I am lacking in self-play stuff at my home now. He's gone out of town on a business trip and I won't see him or my toys for a couple of weeks. I am most unhappy about that. And I've learned a valuable lesson!
So to make myself feel better, I've replied to some of the emails from previous meets and I will be meeting a couple of them this upcoming weekend. I'm still trying to settle down the details. What happens is that a lot of the men don't get back to me in time. If I extend an invitation and it takes more than 3 or 4 days to respond, I move along. If they are not that interested, I will find someone who is. One of them, I wrote about him here as Frat Boy, he was very interested in getting together again. He's young and fun. He's out of town right now, so I don't expect to hear from him until later this week. Another gentleman, oh my, he disappeared on me for a long time. He was the very first man I met from that site, and we really hit it off in the coffee shop. Unfortunately, he canceled on me a couple of times after I made an extra effort to meet him. I was mad. He has promised to make it up to me and I will give him one more chance. That's all. If he fails to follow through this time, he's done. I like sex. I do not like expecting some and then not getting any. It leaves me horny and frustrated. And in my case, that's not a good combination.
The invitation has been floated to a couple of other men in addition to the two listed above. Between previously scheduled engagements and cancellations, it's better for me to have too much interest than not enough. I don't want to sit home alone on my weekends when I could be enjoying the company of some hot guy.
So this weekend is looking promising, even without Mr. Oral around to play. Having the greatest sex ever doesn't mean I can't have wonderful fun with other men.
Oh, but I was contacted by that extremely selfish Taker with whom I faked and wrote about and he tried to add me to his network of friends again. One line was written, "What's up?" I declined his invitation with extreme prejudice. I don't want to go back to that lame guy ever again. A bad lay is a bad lay, no matter how good looking the guy. I'll take average with a little extra fur and belly and lots of fun over a smoking hot body and selfish bedroom behavior any day!!
Blondage adds....DITTO THAT, SG!!!!!!!!! Life is waaaay too short for a bad lay!
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What has this Grrrl been up to? Lots of things.
I met Mr. Oral again last weekend. The one before this holiday. I bought a toy for us to use and it was quite delicious. A slim, long, and vibrating butt plug. Lots of settings. Mmmmmmm. At one point, I was on my hands and knees, him standing on the floor behind me and he had it in my ass and a dildo in my pussy and he was fucking me hard with both. I had a very intense orgasm from that.
At another point in our morning, he was snuggled up behind me because my backside was cold. He rolled me over onto my tummy and laid himself on top of me. He had me completely pinned down and he sucked and bit my neck and shoulders. Then forced my legs open with his knees and thrust into me hard and deep. His hands were wrapped around my wrists and all I could do was take what he wanted to give me. It was wonderful to be slightly dominated like that.
We had a grand time and I was looking forward to seeing him the next day. We had plans for me to spend the night.
Unfortunately, I got thrown over for a football game. And since I had left my toys over at his house for the following evening, I am lacking in self-play stuff at my home now. He's gone out of town on a business trip and I won't see him or my toys for a couple of weeks. I am most unhappy about that. And I've learned a valuable lesson!
So to make myself feel better, I've replied to some of the emails from previous meets and I will be meeting a couple of them this upcoming weekend. I'm still trying to settle down the details. What happens is that a lot of the men don't get back to me in time. If I extend an invitation and it takes more than 3 or 4 days to respond, I move along. If they are not that interested, I will find someone who is. One of them, I wrote about him here as Frat Boy, he was very interested in getting together again. He's young and fun. He's out of town right now, so I don't expect to hear from him until later this week. Another gentleman, oh my, he disappeared on me for a long time. He was the very first man I met from that site, and we really hit it off in the coffee shop. Unfortunately, he canceled on me a couple of times after I made an extra effort to meet him. I was mad. He has promised to make it up to me and I will give him one more chance. That's all. If he fails to follow through this time, he's done. I like sex. I do not like expecting some and then not getting any. It leaves me horny and frustrated. And in my case, that's not a good combination.
The invitation has been floated to a couple of other men in addition to the two listed above. Between previously scheduled engagements and cancellations, it's better for me to have too much interest than not enough. I don't want to sit home alone on my weekends when I could be enjoying the company of some hot guy.
So this weekend is looking promising, even without Mr. Oral around to play. Having the greatest sex ever doesn't mean I can't have wonderful fun with other men.
Oh, but I was contacted by that extremely selfish Taker with whom I faked and wrote about and he tried to add me to his network of friends again. One line was written, "What's up?" I declined his invitation with extreme prejudice. I don't want to go back to that lame guy ever again. A bad lay is a bad lay, no matter how good looking the guy. I'll take average with a little extra fur and belly and lots of fun over a smoking hot body and selfish bedroom behavior any day!!
Blondage adds....DITTO THAT, SG!!!!!!!!! Life is waaaay too short for a bad lay!
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Sex and the Single Girl - The best sex ever!
Blondage says: Ohhhhhhhhmyyyyygawwwwwwd..... Flowers, I think you are reallllllly gonna lurrrrrrrrrve Single Grrrrl's latest adventure. Holy merde!!!!
The Best Sex I've Ever Had
Right now my pussy burns and aches, my nipples hurt, and I'm practically purring.
I met a man...he's everything I want in one, from his career to his looks to the fact that we have everything in common down to what kind of wine we like and what we want to do in bed. I think I've mentioned him on here before...Mr. Orally Fixated. We'll just call him Mr. Oral. He's a bit older than me, 7 years, but he looks my age. He is incredibly physically fit. And he's tall and handsome and I have to break eye contact frequently when I'm looking at him because he intimidates me a little. Not in a mean way, but in a very masculine and dominant way. I guess you could say he's very intense. And as an animal in the spectrum of animals on this earth, I can't challenge him by staring into his eyes for long. His beautiful blue eyes.
As you can tell, I was very excited to go over to his house. We had already met briefly, face-to-face, to see if we had any chemistry. I had a difficult time trying to keep my hands to myself when I met him. Blondage laughed at me because I was crazy on the phone afterwards (Blondage interrupts: Flowers, I wish you could have heard her! LMAO! WOW!!!!). Giddy and schoolgirlish. And he turned me on. A lot.
So I drove about 40 minutes away to see him at his house. I rang the bell and waited quite impatiently. It took him forever to come to the door and I thought I'd have to get back into my car and go home. He came and let me in and he literally took my breath away when I saw him. Casually dressed in sweats, smelling clean from the shower. I dumped my purse and coat on the chair by the door and he offered me some coffee. He didn't have any creamer, but he added a generous dollop of Bailey's and I added a touch of sugar and it was perfect. We settled on opposite ends of the couch and talked. Just talked. I slid my feet under his thigh because they were cold and watched him tell me about his family and his job and everyday things. He makes me smile. I excused myself to use the restroom after I finished my coffee. When I returned, I kneeled in the middle of the couch, slightly above him, and debated whether I should attack him. I figured he could come to me so I went back to my end and grinned at him. He asked why I was smiling and I said I thought he should come over and kiss me.
He did.
He pressed his weight against me and I could barely stand it because I love the feel of a solid man against me, holding me down with his body. My lips are swollen and slightly bruised right now too because he sucked my lips and kissed me so well, I was grinding on him hard. I ran my hands down his back and under the band of his sweats and discovered he was naked under the sweats. I continued to grind on him as he did the same back. He kissed my neck and lips and nibbled my ears and I panted and moaned under his touch. He stood up and took my hand and lead me to his bedroom. He told me to sit and he put the music on again. Pink Floyd. Great music for fucking, don't you think?
We made out some more on his bed and he got up for something. I can't remember what. But I stripped out of my jeans and sweater and waited for him to return. He took off his sweatshirt and laid on top of me again. I can't describe how it feels to me to have a man lying his full weight and length on me. It is constricting and comforting and it turns me on in a big way. He kissed his way down my body, doing what I like to do...small nips and bites and sucking kisses. I was in heaven. He bit my nipples hard and pinched them to the point where I almost asked him to stop, but he didn't cross that threshold. Just to the edge, but not over. My pussy was throbbing and extremely wet at that point and I wanted his face between my legs so badly.
But he teased and tormented me. It was excruciatingly sexy. He left a love bite (a hickie) on the inside of my thigh with a particularly hard kiss. He licked where my thigh met my hip. I was thrusting at him and wanted to feel his face on me. He finally pressed his chin into my pussy through my panties and I grabbed the back of his head and thrust against the pressure. He pulled my panties off and I finally thought to myself, "Thank God, he's going to lick my clit and make me cum!"
No. More teasing.
He breathed on my pussy. I tried to bring it closer to his mouth, but he would pull away. He licked along the outer folds and I tried to maneuver myself under his ministrations. He was not cooperating. But it was exquisite. He breathed on me again and with the lightest brush of the tip of his tongue, he finally touched my clit and I moaned so loud I could feel my chest vibrate. He continued with the butterfly brushes on my clit and it was making me crazy. I was whimpering under his tongue.
He finally added more pressure and then let me grind on his face. He had a 5 o'clock shadow and it hurt but felt oh-so-good at the same time. He worked me over a while and then I begged him to let me ride his face. He laid down on his back and I straddled him, facing away from his body, balancing my fingertips on the wall and feeling his tongue slip into my pussy. It was amazing. My pussy is raw from riding on that rough beard growing in, but it is a very good and wonderful ache between my legs right now.
I told him I wanted to suck his cock too, so I turned around into a 69. Mmmmmmmmmm, a different feel on my clit, and a cock under his sweats. I kissed his belly and worked my way closer, cupping his balls through his sweatpants and brushing my thumb on his hardening cock. I pulled back the band and flicked my tongue on him a couple of times. I could feel the vibrations of his rumbling growl through his mouth onto my pussy.
I licked down across his pubis, across his balls, and towards his ass. He lifted his legs up so I could reach him where I wanted and I tongued his ass. He was twitching under me hard. Every stroke of my tongue made him jump and I moved back and took him in my mouth. He was big, bigger than the other men I've been with so far. Wide and hard to take in all the way. I licked my fingertip and probed his ass gently while swirling my tongue over his cock. He too likes the weight of a person atop him, so I had both hands free to stroke his skin and cock and balls and also fuck his ass with my finger. I took my time easing a finger in, pulling it out occasionally to lick it some more, to lube it up. I massaged his muscle a bit then got my finger all the way in. I crooked it and stroked at his prostate with the tip. He started thrusting at me and making noises against my pussy and I bobbed my head faster and moved my finger in and out slightly as I urged him to cum with my fingertip. He was still eating my pussy, but I was so focused on what I was doing that I lost track of anything other than the pleasure I was feeling from his tongue rolling circles around my clit and his urgency in my mouth. He came and I swallowed everything. He has a most yummy taste to him.
I have difficulty cumming orally for a man if I don't know him well. I can't relax enough and the men rarely put in enough time to get me to the point where I can't chase the orgasm away with my yearning. But Mr. Oral is just what his name implies. He loves giving oral, no matter how long. I stayed in the 69 position for him because I know he prefers that when eating pussy, but I really cum easiest on my back. I enjoyed everything, even if I didn't feel the build up to the big O. It was delicious. He eventually told me to lie on my back so I could relax and cum. So he and I changed positions and he started working on me again. This time, he slid some fingers into me and fucked me that way as he teased my button with his tongue. I reached down with both hands and pulled my pussy open so that my clit was exposed all the way, the hood pulled back and my engorged pussy wide open to his skilled work.
I came so hard I'm surprised his neighbors didn't hear me. It's been a very long time since I've cum that way and I was spent. Just....limp.
We snuggled and talked and joked around for a bit, until I urged him to roll over onto his stomach. I laid my body on top of his and kissed his neck and ears, running my tongue from the lobe, up along the edge to the top, and back to suck the lobe in between my lips and teeth. I kissed down his back, the way I describe in my blowjob post. He has the roundest, hardest ass. You can tell he works out. At the small of his back, I traced little figure 8s and worked my way to the very top of his ass, licking there and feeling him squirm under me. I grabbed his hips and raised his ass and licked from top to bottom. I rimmed him for quite a while, feeling his legs shake under my hands and biting his ass cheeks occasionally, just to let him know that I was in control.
I moved back up his body and laid along side him, looking in his eyes. He moved me up until he was on top of me, his cock between my legs so he could move his hips enough for it to run from my pussy to my clit and back. He got hard again and he slipped into me. Jesus, he fucked me that way for a while and I was grabbing my own tits and thumbing my nipples and watching his face as I bit my lower lip and told him how good it all felt.
Unfortunately, the coffee caught up with me and I had to go visit the ladies room again. Ugh!
I came back and we were kneeling on the bed, face-to-face and he was gripping my ass and pinching me hard. I was so surprised that I asked him, "Did you just pinch my ass?!?" He rolled his eyes at me and denied and and then pinched me again and laughed. I was winding down and tired and laid on my belly across his bed. He laid on top of me and pinned me down, his semi-hard cock pressed between my ass cheeks. He rolled his hips a little, making me aware of him and I arched my back and opened my thighs so he could slip into me. Mmmmmmmmmmmm, my favorite position. He shifted around though, so his knees were stradding one thigh and fucked me sideways. And then SMACK, he cracked me one on my ass that made me yip and purr at the same time.
He pulled out and I pushed him down so I could give him oral the way I like to do it, with me along his side. I did the same as before, taking my time violating his ass with my finger and then tickling his prostate. He had his head hanging backwards off the side of the bed and he came very hard, me sucking down as much of his cum as possible. Some ended up on the front of his groin and I lapped it up slowly, kissing and sucking on him some more. I licked up his chest and onto the front of his throat because his head was still hanging down. He told me he couldn't lift it, so I cupped my hand behind his neck and lifted him onto the bed, giggling the whole time. He said that one was awesome, but he didn't want to take away from the first time. Then he said he was occupied the first time so this one was better.
Mmmmmmmmmm, that's what I like to do. If a man is happy after cumming, I'm happy. But then again, I was happy from receiving as much oral as I needed and wanted. The whole experience was mind-blowing. I am sore and tired and satisfied. He is on the very short list of men to call back. Him and the Husband. But he knows about the Husband and just to make sure...he marked his territory with love bites on my thighs and neck. It makes me laugh more than anything else. He's all man and he's not very appreciative of the competition, so he did what he could to let the other man know he's been there. I don't worry about those kinds of things, but then again, if Mr. Oral told me he was meeting some woman this week, I think I'd be green with jealousy, so maybe I should keep my Husband exploits to myself from now on. Not from you guys, but from Mr. Oral. He seems to be of the type that he wants me all to himself. And if we move this from sex to dating, I will take that under advisement because he is a desirable and stunning creature, that's for sure.
What made this encounter the best ever? It was everything together. The chemistry, the setting, the very relaxed nature, and the man. It was incredibly sexy to have my lower lip caught between his teeth while he pounded in and out of me as I looked into his eyes and gripped his shoulders tightly. It was sexy that he did every single tiny thing to me that I love so much. It was sexy that he teased me by asking if I was ok and I saw a twinkle in his eye because I was almost speechless at times. It was sexy that he let me do the things I wanted to do to him and he loved every second of it. It was sexy that my all-time favorite Pink Floyd song "Wish You Were Here" came on and I tell him I love it and he says it's his favorite and I sang / mumbled the words against his skin and I could hear him whispering them above my head. All the tiny details that make something stick out in your mind as extraordinary, that's what happened Sunday morning.
The Best Sex I've Ever Had
Right now my pussy burns and aches, my nipples hurt, and I'm practically purring.
I met a man...he's everything I want in one, from his career to his looks to the fact that we have everything in common down to what kind of wine we like and what we want to do in bed. I think I've mentioned him on here before...Mr. Orally Fixated. We'll just call him Mr. Oral. He's a bit older than me, 7 years, but he looks my age. He is incredibly physically fit. And he's tall and handsome and I have to break eye contact frequently when I'm looking at him because he intimidates me a little. Not in a mean way, but in a very masculine and dominant way. I guess you could say he's very intense. And as an animal in the spectrum of animals on this earth, I can't challenge him by staring into his eyes for long. His beautiful blue eyes.
As you can tell, I was very excited to go over to his house. We had already met briefly, face-to-face, to see if we had any chemistry. I had a difficult time trying to keep my hands to myself when I met him. Blondage laughed at me because I was crazy on the phone afterwards (Blondage interrupts: Flowers, I wish you could have heard her! LMAO! WOW!!!!). Giddy and schoolgirlish. And he turned me on. A lot.
So I drove about 40 minutes away to see him at his house. I rang the bell and waited quite impatiently. It took him forever to come to the door and I thought I'd have to get back into my car and go home. He came and let me in and he literally took my breath away when I saw him. Casually dressed in sweats, smelling clean from the shower. I dumped my purse and coat on the chair by the door and he offered me some coffee. He didn't have any creamer, but he added a generous dollop of Bailey's and I added a touch of sugar and it was perfect. We settled on opposite ends of the couch and talked. Just talked. I slid my feet under his thigh because they were cold and watched him tell me about his family and his job and everyday things. He makes me smile. I excused myself to use the restroom after I finished my coffee. When I returned, I kneeled in the middle of the couch, slightly above him, and debated whether I should attack him. I figured he could come to me so I went back to my end and grinned at him. He asked why I was smiling and I said I thought he should come over and kiss me.
He did.
He pressed his weight against me and I could barely stand it because I love the feel of a solid man against me, holding me down with his body. My lips are swollen and slightly bruised right now too because he sucked my lips and kissed me so well, I was grinding on him hard. I ran my hands down his back and under the band of his sweats and discovered he was naked under the sweats. I continued to grind on him as he did the same back. He kissed my neck and lips and nibbled my ears and I panted and moaned under his touch. He stood up and took my hand and lead me to his bedroom. He told me to sit and he put the music on again. Pink Floyd. Great music for fucking, don't you think?
We made out some more on his bed and he got up for something. I can't remember what. But I stripped out of my jeans and sweater and waited for him to return. He took off his sweatshirt and laid on top of me again. I can't describe how it feels to me to have a man lying his full weight and length on me. It is constricting and comforting and it turns me on in a big way. He kissed his way down my body, doing what I like to do...small nips and bites and sucking kisses. I was in heaven. He bit my nipples hard and pinched them to the point where I almost asked him to stop, but he didn't cross that threshold. Just to the edge, but not over. My pussy was throbbing and extremely wet at that point and I wanted his face between my legs so badly.
But he teased and tormented me. It was excruciatingly sexy. He left a love bite (a hickie) on the inside of my thigh with a particularly hard kiss. He licked where my thigh met my hip. I was thrusting at him and wanted to feel his face on me. He finally pressed his chin into my pussy through my panties and I grabbed the back of his head and thrust against the pressure. He pulled my panties off and I finally thought to myself, "Thank God, he's going to lick my clit and make me cum!"
No. More teasing.
He breathed on my pussy. I tried to bring it closer to his mouth, but he would pull away. He licked along the outer folds and I tried to maneuver myself under his ministrations. He was not cooperating. But it was exquisite. He breathed on me again and with the lightest brush of the tip of his tongue, he finally touched my clit and I moaned so loud I could feel my chest vibrate. He continued with the butterfly brushes on my clit and it was making me crazy. I was whimpering under his tongue.
He finally added more pressure and then let me grind on his face. He had a 5 o'clock shadow and it hurt but felt oh-so-good at the same time. He worked me over a while and then I begged him to let me ride his face. He laid down on his back and I straddled him, facing away from his body, balancing my fingertips on the wall and feeling his tongue slip into my pussy. It was amazing. My pussy is raw from riding on that rough beard growing in, but it is a very good and wonderful ache between my legs right now.
I told him I wanted to suck his cock too, so I turned around into a 69. Mmmmmmmmmm, a different feel on my clit, and a cock under his sweats. I kissed his belly and worked my way closer, cupping his balls through his sweatpants and brushing my thumb on his hardening cock. I pulled back the band and flicked my tongue on him a couple of times. I could feel the vibrations of his rumbling growl through his mouth onto my pussy.
I licked down across his pubis, across his balls, and towards his ass. He lifted his legs up so I could reach him where I wanted and I tongued his ass. He was twitching under me hard. Every stroke of my tongue made him jump and I moved back and took him in my mouth. He was big, bigger than the other men I've been with so far. Wide and hard to take in all the way. I licked my fingertip and probed his ass gently while swirling my tongue over his cock. He too likes the weight of a person atop him, so I had both hands free to stroke his skin and cock and balls and also fuck his ass with my finger. I took my time easing a finger in, pulling it out occasionally to lick it some more, to lube it up. I massaged his muscle a bit then got my finger all the way in. I crooked it and stroked at his prostate with the tip. He started thrusting at me and making noises against my pussy and I bobbed my head faster and moved my finger in and out slightly as I urged him to cum with my fingertip. He was still eating my pussy, but I was so focused on what I was doing that I lost track of anything other than the pleasure I was feeling from his tongue rolling circles around my clit and his urgency in my mouth. He came and I swallowed everything. He has a most yummy taste to him.
I have difficulty cumming orally for a man if I don't know him well. I can't relax enough and the men rarely put in enough time to get me to the point where I can't chase the orgasm away with my yearning. But Mr. Oral is just what his name implies. He loves giving oral, no matter how long. I stayed in the 69 position for him because I know he prefers that when eating pussy, but I really cum easiest on my back. I enjoyed everything, even if I didn't feel the build up to the big O. It was delicious. He eventually told me to lie on my back so I could relax and cum. So he and I changed positions and he started working on me again. This time, he slid some fingers into me and fucked me that way as he teased my button with his tongue. I reached down with both hands and pulled my pussy open so that my clit was exposed all the way, the hood pulled back and my engorged pussy wide open to his skilled work.
I came so hard I'm surprised his neighbors didn't hear me. It's been a very long time since I've cum that way and I was spent. Just....limp.
We snuggled and talked and joked around for a bit, until I urged him to roll over onto his stomach. I laid my body on top of his and kissed his neck and ears, running my tongue from the lobe, up along the edge to the top, and back to suck the lobe in between my lips and teeth. I kissed down his back, the way I describe in my blowjob post. He has the roundest, hardest ass. You can tell he works out. At the small of his back, I traced little figure 8s and worked my way to the very top of his ass, licking there and feeling him squirm under me. I grabbed his hips and raised his ass and licked from top to bottom. I rimmed him for quite a while, feeling his legs shake under my hands and biting his ass cheeks occasionally, just to let him know that I was in control.
I moved back up his body and laid along side him, looking in his eyes. He moved me up until he was on top of me, his cock between my legs so he could move his hips enough for it to run from my pussy to my clit and back. He got hard again and he slipped into me. Jesus, he fucked me that way for a while and I was grabbing my own tits and thumbing my nipples and watching his face as I bit my lower lip and told him how good it all felt.
Unfortunately, the coffee caught up with me and I had to go visit the ladies room again. Ugh!
I came back and we were kneeling on the bed, face-to-face and he was gripping my ass and pinching me hard. I was so surprised that I asked him, "Did you just pinch my ass?!?" He rolled his eyes at me and denied and and then pinched me again and laughed. I was winding down and tired and laid on my belly across his bed. He laid on top of me and pinned me down, his semi-hard cock pressed between my ass cheeks. He rolled his hips a little, making me aware of him and I arched my back and opened my thighs so he could slip into me. Mmmmmmmmmmmm, my favorite position. He shifted around though, so his knees were stradding one thigh and fucked me sideways. And then SMACK, he cracked me one on my ass that made me yip and purr at the same time.
He pulled out and I pushed him down so I could give him oral the way I like to do it, with me along his side. I did the same as before, taking my time violating his ass with my finger and then tickling his prostate. He had his head hanging backwards off the side of the bed and he came very hard, me sucking down as much of his cum as possible. Some ended up on the front of his groin and I lapped it up slowly, kissing and sucking on him some more. I licked up his chest and onto the front of his throat because his head was still hanging down. He told me he couldn't lift it, so I cupped my hand behind his neck and lifted him onto the bed, giggling the whole time. He said that one was awesome, but he didn't want to take away from the first time. Then he said he was occupied the first time so this one was better.
Mmmmmmmmmm, that's what I like to do. If a man is happy after cumming, I'm happy. But then again, I was happy from receiving as much oral as I needed and wanted. The whole experience was mind-blowing. I am sore and tired and satisfied. He is on the very short list of men to call back. Him and the Husband. But he knows about the Husband and just to make sure...he marked his territory with love bites on my thighs and neck. It makes me laugh more than anything else. He's all man and he's not very appreciative of the competition, so he did what he could to let the other man know he's been there. I don't worry about those kinds of things, but then again, if Mr. Oral told me he was meeting some woman this week, I think I'd be green with jealousy, so maybe I should keep my Husband exploits to myself from now on. Not from you guys, but from Mr. Oral. He seems to be of the type that he wants me all to himself. And if we move this from sex to dating, I will take that under advisement because he is a desirable and stunning creature, that's for sure.
What made this encounter the best ever? It was everything together. The chemistry, the setting, the very relaxed nature, and the man. It was incredibly sexy to have my lower lip caught between his teeth while he pounded in and out of me as I looked into his eyes and gripped his shoulders tightly. It was sexy that he did every single tiny thing to me that I love so much. It was sexy that he teased me by asking if I was ok and I saw a twinkle in his eye because I was almost speechless at times. It was sexy that he let me do the things I wanted to do to him and he loved every second of it. It was sexy that my all-time favorite Pink Floyd song "Wish You Were Here" came on and I tell him I love it and he says it's his favorite and I sang / mumbled the words against his skin and I could hear him whispering them above my head. All the tiny details that make something stick out in your mind as extraordinary, that's what happened Sunday morning.
Sunday, November 11, 2007
Single Grrrrl's Orally Inclined Moves....
Blondage says....I've been pestering Single Grrrrl about writing a post on "Blowjob tips". I think my girls and my boys will both rather enjoy this one! *purrrrrrr*
One of Blondage's readers suggested in comments below somewhere that I should write a post about how to give oral. But I'm reluctant to do it because each man is different and a good blowjob depends on size and situation. So what I'm going to do is describe how I give one and you can take whatever kernels of knowledge you want from it.
I have to preface this with saying that I have certain things I like to do, but only with the permission of the men I'm with. I like giving and receiving rimming, I will slip a finger in a man's ass, things like that. But I almost always ask ahead of time. With the Virgin, I was on my knees in front of him, sucking his cock when I asked if he wanted to try the rimming. He didn't know what it was, so I told him it was me licking his ass. He declined. Which is good because I don't ever want to do something to a man that he isn't going to enjoy. I'm glad he didn't just go along with me because he wanted to please me or allow me to do something I wanted to do, but that he was very uncomfortable with. So on to my orally inclined moves.....
I'm a giver. I like to see a man enjoy himself and I definitely like foreplay, so I like to make out first. Then sometimes, I will ask a man to lie down on his stomach. I will start at his hairline and place soft kisses behind his ears. Move downwards and gently suck his neck. Nibble his shoulders and earlobes. I work my way down from his neck to the small of his back with sucking kisses and tongue swirls and gentle bites. Doing a flat tongue lick from hip, along the ribs, and across the shoulders. Stroking the skin lightly with my fingertips as I work one side of his back to the other.
By this time, he is hard and getting uncomfortable from lying on his stiff cock. I pull his hips up gently so he lifts his weight off of the hardness and I lean down so I can lap at his balls and the skin between them and his ass, slowly working my way closer to his hole. I cup his balls in one hand and pull his asscheek over with the other. I'll lick him from his balls to the top of his ass and back, drawing slow circles around his hole, sometimes working the tip in a fraction. I relax my tongue so it is soft and lick his ass some more.
Then I tell him to lie on his back.
I like lying along his left side, me lying down on my right side, propped up on an elbow and leaning over him. Men like to watch and I notice that a lot of times, he will hold my hair back as he watches my mouth envelope the head and slide down so he's deep throated. I will do that almost immediately, making sure to gently knead his balls in my hand and sometimes pushing his legs out farther because I want to eventually be able to reach his ass. I'll press on the area right behind his balls as I bob my head in very short strokes, the head of his cock back behind the roof of my mouth, the tightness of my throat around him.
I pull back so that the flat of my tongue is pressed right onto the rim or edge of the head. There's a spot...I can't describe it other than to say it would be right where the center of my tongue is when I'm in that position of on my right side and lying along his left. But I've noticed that most men I orally please are very sensitive there...it's a "push button" spot. I stroke my mouth up and down his cock, keeping my tongue tightened and firm and firmly pressed against him. Sometimes I'll swirl my tongue in circles as I come up his shaft. I keep a very slight suction and try to relax my lips, but keep my mouth as closed as possible....slow and steady, listening for any changes in his breathing. With my hand, I will lick the fingers and slide them up the crack of his ass, probing gently for what I seek. I press at the center and start making circles...small and tight at first then bigger, pressing more firmly.
I'll press right in the center, continuing to bob on his cock with a steady rhythm, lots of tongue work, and deep throating. I love feeling my lips pressed up against a man's pubis. If I feel like I'm going to gag, I'll back off a little and go back down. I'll slowly work the tip of my finger into his ass, feeling that tight, smooth muscle. Sometimes, I'll slightly crook my finger so that the tip is against the muscle hard and I'll move in and out slightly, massaging it, feeling it clench and relax. After I've worked my finger all the way in, depending on how familiar a man is with that sort of penetration, I'll either gently fuck his ass with my finger or just use my finger tip to stimulate inside.
At this point, I've usually moved up into a sitting position or the man has moved me around into a 69. That frees up my other hand, The one that I was leaning on, so that I can grab the shaft of the man's cock and start stroking in time to my mouthwork. I will pull my hand up until my fingers bump the sensitive ridge on the head.
At this time, a man is usually so into The Zone that an accidental brush with teeth or a brief pause because my mouth is getting tired is ok, but I always quickly go back to what I'm doing.
When a man is starting to cum...when he has crossed the point where there's no stopping or going back, the head of his cock swells and flares out in my mouth and I increase tempo on everything until he's spurting his load in my mouth. I swallow most of it, but if it is a bit too bitter to swallow, I will let some of it dribble out while I continue to suck until he indicates he can't take it anymore.
And that, Ladies and Gentleman, is how I give a blowjob.
One of Blondage's readers suggested in comments below somewhere that I should write a post about how to give oral. But I'm reluctant to do it because each man is different and a good blowjob depends on size and situation. So what I'm going to do is describe how I give one and you can take whatever kernels of knowledge you want from it.
I have to preface this with saying that I have certain things I like to do, but only with the permission of the men I'm with. I like giving and receiving rimming, I will slip a finger in a man's ass, things like that. But I almost always ask ahead of time. With the Virgin, I was on my knees in front of him, sucking his cock when I asked if he wanted to try the rimming. He didn't know what it was, so I told him it was me licking his ass. He declined. Which is good because I don't ever want to do something to a man that he isn't going to enjoy. I'm glad he didn't just go along with me because he wanted to please me or allow me to do something I wanted to do, but that he was very uncomfortable with. So on to my orally inclined moves.....
I'm a giver. I like to see a man enjoy himself and I definitely like foreplay, so I like to make out first. Then sometimes, I will ask a man to lie down on his stomach. I will start at his hairline and place soft kisses behind his ears. Move downwards and gently suck his neck. Nibble his shoulders and earlobes. I work my way down from his neck to the small of his back with sucking kisses and tongue swirls and gentle bites. Doing a flat tongue lick from hip, along the ribs, and across the shoulders. Stroking the skin lightly with my fingertips as I work one side of his back to the other.
By this time, he is hard and getting uncomfortable from lying on his stiff cock. I pull his hips up gently so he lifts his weight off of the hardness and I lean down so I can lap at his balls and the skin between them and his ass, slowly working my way closer to his hole. I cup his balls in one hand and pull his asscheek over with the other. I'll lick him from his balls to the top of his ass and back, drawing slow circles around his hole, sometimes working the tip in a fraction. I relax my tongue so it is soft and lick his ass some more.
Then I tell him to lie on his back.
I like lying along his left side, me lying down on my right side, propped up on an elbow and leaning over him. Men like to watch and I notice that a lot of times, he will hold my hair back as he watches my mouth envelope the head and slide down so he's deep throated. I will do that almost immediately, making sure to gently knead his balls in my hand and sometimes pushing his legs out farther because I want to eventually be able to reach his ass. I'll press on the area right behind his balls as I bob my head in very short strokes, the head of his cock back behind the roof of my mouth, the tightness of my throat around him.
I pull back so that the flat of my tongue is pressed right onto the rim or edge of the head. There's a spot...I can't describe it other than to say it would be right where the center of my tongue is when I'm in that position of on my right side and lying along his left. But I've noticed that most men I orally please are very sensitive there...it's a "push button" spot. I stroke my mouth up and down his cock, keeping my tongue tightened and firm and firmly pressed against him. Sometimes I'll swirl my tongue in circles as I come up his shaft. I keep a very slight suction and try to relax my lips, but keep my mouth as closed as possible....slow and steady, listening for any changes in his breathing. With my hand, I will lick the fingers and slide them up the crack of his ass, probing gently for what I seek. I press at the center and start making circles...small and tight at first then bigger, pressing more firmly.
I'll press right in the center, continuing to bob on his cock with a steady rhythm, lots of tongue work, and deep throating. I love feeling my lips pressed up against a man's pubis. If I feel like I'm going to gag, I'll back off a little and go back down. I'll slowly work the tip of my finger into his ass, feeling that tight, smooth muscle. Sometimes, I'll slightly crook my finger so that the tip is against the muscle hard and I'll move in and out slightly, massaging it, feeling it clench and relax. After I've worked my finger all the way in, depending on how familiar a man is with that sort of penetration, I'll either gently fuck his ass with my finger or just use my finger tip to stimulate inside.
At this point, I've usually moved up into a sitting position or the man has moved me around into a 69. That frees up my other hand, The one that I was leaning on, so that I can grab the shaft of the man's cock and start stroking in time to my mouthwork. I will pull my hand up until my fingers bump the sensitive ridge on the head.
At this time, a man is usually so into The Zone that an accidental brush with teeth or a brief pause because my mouth is getting tired is ok, but I always quickly go back to what I'm doing.
When a man is starting to cum...when he has crossed the point where there's no stopping or going back, the head of his cock swells and flares out in my mouth and I increase tempo on everything until he's spurting his load in my mouth. I swallow most of it, but if it is a bit too bitter to swallow, I will let some of it dribble out while I continue to suck until he indicates he can't take it anymore.
And that, Ladies and Gentleman, is how I give a blowjob.
Friday, November 09, 2007
The Cat's away, and the mouse needs a spanking...
I don't really expect you to understand....
Sometimes, I NEED to feel a collar around my neck.
Sometimes, I NEED to feel owned, controlled, manipulated...
Powerless, without a say in what is going to happen to me...
It's almost....primal.
Sometimes, I NEED to feel a collar around my neck.
Sometimes, I NEED to feel owned, controlled, manipulated...
Powerless, without a say in what is going to happen to me...
It's almost....primal.
I'm totally pouting today.
Hub is out of town for the next four days.
You know how when you don't have sex for a while, your body throbs in certain delicious places....?
This may sound odd to those of you who are not in to D/s (Domination and submission, for the uninformed)....
....but when I don't get spankings frequently enough...
*whimper*
Basically, in addition to the parts that would normally throb if I craved sex, my ASS throbs, desperate for the feel of a sharp hand slap or a swift paddle....
*sigh*
There's this....release. Reaction. Thing. Feeling. I don't know what to call it.
It takes over my body and mind when I get a long, hard, intense spanking.
Really, it happens with any real sort of "discipline", but it is definitely a stronger feeling if the pain is swift, sharp and extended.
I NEED the pain.
And no, I'm not talking about subspace. That's waaaaay further off the cliff.
I'm not talking about an orgasm either, though damn it is great if you're being fingered and spanked at the same time.....and you FINALLY get permission to cum.....*purrrrr*....
...and don't even get me started on my need for a really good "Mind fuck".
I don't understand why I crave the hard-to-describe release that comes from Bondage and Discipline (and especially, the Mind Fuck). To be honest, I quit trying to figure it out years and years ago. I just know the feeling, when it comes, and good gawd does it ever come often (and hey, who doesn't like to come often! LOL), it completely takes over my mind and body. I get this weird sort of tunnel vision.....and it's ALL I can think about until the need is satisfied.
Which, in the case.....will be at least FOUR FRIKKING DAYS FROM NOW.
Woe is me Flowers. Woe is me.
Monday, November 05, 2007
Have you ever, part deux...
Have you ever...
...become very, very close friends with a person you used to have a mad crush on...
...despite that fact that he seems to desperately want you sexually....
...but you become rather adept at ignoring that tension, and the two of you are super close...
...so close that one of his favorite past times is sending pictures to your phone of his tiny white kitten, despite potential questions to his manhood, because he trusts you to not make fun of him to his face...
...and had that friend, whom we shall refer to as Muscles, send you one particularly cute picture of himself with said fluffy white kitten which you notice, who knows why, that he has copied a second phone number on.....
...so that night, at 2:30AM, your phone starts ringing...and ringing...and ringing...
...and you finally jerk awake, drowsily croak out a "Hello?", and you hear a very bitchy, angry, drunk female saying, "WHO IS THIS?!"...
...to which you ever so brilliantly answer, "Huh?"...
...to which the bitchy, angry, drunk female replies, "WHO. IS. THIS?!??!"...
...to which you reply, "Excuse me????"...
...to which the bitchy, angry, drunk female replies, "WHO. THE HELL. IS THIS!!!!!!!"...
...so you hang the heck up...
...and lay there stunned...
...and curious...
...and you think to yourself, "Damn. What a psycho-hose-beast."...
...and the light-bulb goes on...
...OMG....Psycho. Hose. Beast....
...and you know EXACTLY who the culprit is...
...so you fire off a somewhat freaked out text to Muscles at 3:00AM, and include the phone number of the psycho-hose-beast for proof...
...and when he calls, confused as hell the next day, you have to practically hold his hand to explain how his psycho-hose-beast got the number in the first place...
...and you bite your tongue when he says "Wow. I didn't realize she was that smart."...
...then, that night, you go to this year's version of that rather infamous staff party that you got smashed at two years ago....
...and first groped Muscles' muscles...
...you walk in, and feel his eyes on you...
....and you can tell he is following you at a somewhat discreet distance....
....so you wait for him to get up his nerve....
....and it only takes him about 30 minutes and five beers....
Him: "I called her and bitched her out. She's really sorry, and claims it was her girlfriend who called you."
Me: "Right."
Him: "Well, she said if it had been her, she would have masked her number."
Me: "Great, THAT makes me feel SO much better."
Him: "Well, if it makes you feel any better, I made her cry."
Me: "Huh?"
Him: "I told her you were an old lady with mental problems on heart mediction, and that the middle-of-the-night phone call terrorized you in to a major anxiety attack."
..........?
...so you shriek, and stomp on his toesies...
...and you realize you enjoyed it very much, so you stomp on his toesies a second time...
...and then you realize that all of his friends are standing there, witnessing your tantrum....
...and then it dawns on you that they all know exactly how Muscles described you to the psycho-hose-beast, so you try to stomp on his toesies again...
...but he jumps...
...and you stare in wonder as he expresses extreme surprise and confusion over you having a temper tantrum for being called an old, mentally unstable, anxiety-attack prone lady with a bum ticker....
Him: "But...but....but.....I thought you would be HAPPY that I made her so sorry!!!!"
Me: *groowwwwwwwwl*
...so you spend the rest of the night, visualizing his torture....naked, cuffed spreadeagle...clover nipple clamps firmly in place...perhaps some strategically plastic clothespins 'cause they hurt more than the wood ones....lots of slapping...flogging....crop action...orgasm denial.....then you pour hot wax all over his naughty bits until he screams like the pretty pretty girl you know he is...
Excuse me, while I take a moment here to visualize again.....
Ahhhhh......that's better......I heart my happy place.
...so the party ends, and you go home, and whine to your husband about being referred to as an old lady with mental problems...
...and he replies...
"Well, at least you aren't old..."
...become very, very close friends with a person you used to have a mad crush on...
...despite that fact that he seems to desperately want you sexually....
...but you become rather adept at ignoring that tension, and the two of you are super close...
...so close that one of his favorite past times is sending pictures to your phone of his tiny white kitten, despite potential questions to his manhood, because he trusts you to not make fun of him to his face...
...and had that friend, whom we shall refer to as Muscles, send you one particularly cute picture of himself with said fluffy white kitten which you notice, who knows why, that he has copied a second phone number on.....
...so that night, at 2:30AM, your phone starts ringing...and ringing...and ringing...
...and you finally jerk awake, drowsily croak out a "Hello?", and you hear a very bitchy, angry, drunk female saying, "WHO IS THIS?!"...
...to which you ever so brilliantly answer, "Huh?"...
...to which the bitchy, angry, drunk female replies, "WHO. IS. THIS?!??!"...
...to which you reply, "Excuse me????"...
...to which the bitchy, angry, drunk female replies, "WHO. THE HELL. IS THIS!!!!!!!"...
...so you hang the heck up...
...and lay there stunned...
...and curious...
...and you think to yourself, "Damn. What a psycho-hose-beast."...
...and the light-bulb goes on...
...OMG....Psycho. Hose. Beast....
...and you know EXACTLY who the culprit is...
...so you fire off a somewhat freaked out text to Muscles at 3:00AM, and include the phone number of the psycho-hose-beast for proof...
...and when he calls, confused as hell the next day, you have to practically hold his hand to explain how his psycho-hose-beast got the number in the first place...
...and you bite your tongue when he says "Wow. I didn't realize she was that smart."...
...then, that night, you go to this year's version of that rather infamous staff party that you got smashed at two years ago....
...and first groped Muscles' muscles...
...you walk in, and feel his eyes on you...
....and you can tell he is following you at a somewhat discreet distance....
....so you wait for him to get up his nerve....
....and it only takes him about 30 minutes and five beers....
Him: "I called her and bitched her out. She's really sorry, and claims it was her girlfriend who called you."
Me: "Right."
Him: "Well, she said if it had been her, she would have masked her number."
Me: "Great, THAT makes me feel SO much better."
Him: "Well, if it makes you feel any better, I made her cry."
Me: "Huh?"
Him: "I told her you were an old lady with mental problems on heart mediction, and that the middle-of-the-night phone call terrorized you in to a major anxiety attack."
..........?
...so you shriek, and stomp on his toesies...
...and you realize you enjoyed it very much, so you stomp on his toesies a second time...
...and then you realize that all of his friends are standing there, witnessing your tantrum....
...and then it dawns on you that they all know exactly how Muscles described you to the psycho-hose-beast, so you try to stomp on his toesies again...
...but he jumps...
...and you stare in wonder as he expresses extreme surprise and confusion over you having a temper tantrum for being called an old, mentally unstable, anxiety-attack prone lady with a bum ticker....
Him: "But...but....but.....I thought you would be HAPPY that I made her so sorry!!!!"
Me: *groowwwwwwwwl*
...so you spend the rest of the night, visualizing his torture....naked, cuffed spreadeagle...clover nipple clamps firmly in place...perhaps some strategically plastic clothespins 'cause they hurt more than the wood ones....lots of slapping...flogging....crop action...orgasm denial.....then you pour hot wax all over his naughty bits until he screams like the pretty pretty girl you know he is...
Excuse me, while I take a moment here to visualize again.....
Ahhhhh......that's better......I heart my happy place.
...so the party ends, and you go home, and whine to your husband about being referred to as an old lady with mental problems...
...and he replies...
"Well, at least you aren't old..."
The Virgin Chronicles - The Climax (is that a poor choice of words?)
Blondage says....my pretty pretty Flowers.....SG did it! The boy is now a man. But uhm........part of it is......eeew. You'll know it when you get to it. I want to know.....is that normal????
6? 7?
I lost track of how many times we fucked. There were times when we had to quit. I'll start at the beginning.
I get there and we chat for a little bit. We were standing right inside the door for a few minutes and I said maybe we should sit on the couch. We kept talking and then he mentioned the couch. I leaned into him and said that was fine, but I wanted to kiss him first. His lips were tight and I leaned back and kind of laughed and told him to relax. I kissed him on his neck and nibbled his earlobe. That made him breath hard. We moved to the couch and made out. I love doing that. The kissing and shoulder biting and collarbone licking. I was wearing a matching bra, panties, and camisole. I took off my sweater and told him I had decorated the package. We laughed. I asked if he wanted to watch a porn movie (I had brought a couple along) and we went downstairs (I grabbed my bag on the way down in case we needed toys or lubrication or something).
We made out on the couch some more and I pulled off the bra and camisole. He made a sound when he saw my breasts. I later asked him about it and he confessed that he likes large nipples. He said little ones don't really do anything for him. I helped him pull off his shirt and kissed down his chest. He sucked my nipples. More making out and I straddled him so I could grind on him. We both go out of our jeans and I laid along the couch so I could lick, suck, and kiss on his chest and stomach. I gently nibbled and lipped his cock through his underwear and watched his face. He had his head back and his eyes closed. Mmmmmmmm
I pulled his cock out and licked the precum off, swirling my tongue around the head and down the shaft. I could hear the porn movie on one side of me and him above me. His balls were almost hairless. I don't know if it was from shaving or if he was naturally bare because of his age. They were tight against his body and I took his cock into my mouth. I deep throated him, pulling back just enough to fuck the head of his cock with the wet tightness of the inside of my throat. He was playing with my hair and making those enjoyment sounds I like so much. I couldn't stand it and peeled off my underwear so I could straddle him. I looked at him because I knew this was it...the Moment. I placed my knees on either side of his hips and guided him into me looking into his eyes the whole time. He closed them and leaned his head back again. His face was so young and sweet as I rode him there on the couch, his hands on my hips, me rocking up and down. I stopped the up and down and, my pussy pressed hard against the front of him, I started thrusting my hips back and forth so he was sliding in and out. He popped out and he asked if we could do doggy. I said we better move to the bed.
He was house-sitting for friends so he had an air mattress in the basement. We got down there onto it, me with my ass up in the air and not far onto the mattress so he was on his knees very close to the edge. That wasn't working, so we had to stop and I had to move up. I ended up with my face buried in the pillows and him fucking me from behind.
We had major problems the whole time with rhythm. He wanted to do that fast, staccato rhythm but it wasn't working with me thrusting against him. I tried to adjust my own rhythm, but it was all off. He asked if he could fuck me in the ass. Mmmmmmmm, why yes, young man, you certainly may!! I had to get up and grab the lube. If you are a woman and you don't like anal, you might want to try it with lots of lube. It makes for an easier entry and it's a lot less painful. I told him to go slow. I felt him ease in and then the head of his cock popped past the muscle. That felt so good. He went slowly, which was good. As much as I enjoy it, I still need some time to adjust to having something that size put into my ass. Fingers I'm ok with. Cock needs some time. I still won't do cocks with a lot of girth. It hurts too much.
He fucked me that way but for some reason, he lost his erection.
What is it about my ass that causes that?!?
I wanted to cum so badly, so I asked him to lick my clit and finger me. He did, but I can tell he doesn't have a lot of experience with that. He was good, but focused on only my clit instead of licking all over. I grabbed my dildo vibrator and asked him to fuck me with it while I rubbed my clit myself. I came pretty quickly, with all the hip thrusting and panting and "I'm cumming" that I tend to do to keep a man from quitting right in the middle. His face was priceless. He actually thanked me, I guess for letting him watch or help or whatever he was getting at. I was just glad to get off because it's been a while with a man.
I told him maybe we should watch some more porn on the couch. When we got over there, I kept kissing on him. He seemed to really like having his neck and ears kissed and sucked on and bitten. I don't bite hard, but enough to make a man know that his flesh in my mouth is oh-so-delicious! He got hard again and so I started sucking his cock some more. I don't normally go from ass to mouth because that kind of grosses me out, but I had prepared ahead of time with an enema on Friday night. I rode his cock for a bit and then sucked him some more. My mouth was getting tired and so he started stroking himself. He is one of those guys who squeeze their cocks really hard and pulls the skin up above the head. He was uncircumcised too. So I placed my lips against his top finger and thumb and used my tongue to lick the tip of his cock that was showing. He came in my mouth and I swallowed most of it.
We sat on the couch watching anal porn for a while and he was yawning. I told him we could take a nap. I had no intentions of sleeping, but I wanted to get him in the bed and relaxed so maybe he could cum with sex. That didn't work. I don't even want to get into the horrible thing that happened, but just know that sometimes, when a guy feels like he's cumming, I think especially when he's soft and he's sensitive and a tongue is flicking the rim of the head of his cock, he may tinkle and that was not fun. I don't think he realized that he had done that because he told me that he tried to warn me he was cumming, but that isn't completely what he was doing too. (insert a big, grossed out sigh here)
I got him to eat me out again and after his tongue got tired I told him to use the clit stimulator on me and I came again. We tried fucking a couple more times after that, but the rhythm thing was completely doing us in. I did a lot of kissing on his back and front. At one point, we were spooned in the bed and he started rubbing his goatee and nose and lips on my upper back and I started purring. I love having a man kiss and touch my neck and back too. The purring clued him in and he did a lot of foreplay work and we fucked some more, but again, he lost his erection. I started to get very worried. I made a drive across town for dinner and called Blondage in a panic. She calmed me down and reminded me that he's so very new to this.
We ate dinner, had a fire in the fireplace, snuggled and talked. When we went back to bed, we watched tv for a few minutes and I pressed myself against his side as I kissed his shoulders. I didn't fail to notice that he gets very hard when he is kissed and when I breathe on his neck. He had told me that he was really enjoying the oral I had been giving him. So I devoted a lot of time to working his cock with my mouth and tongue. When I thought he was getting close enough, I straddled him, impaled myself on his cock, and pressed my chest to his. I held his shoulders tightly and put my face right in the hollow of his neck. I slid up and down him with us pressed together and my mouth breathing hard on his favorite place and me kissing and biting when I remembered. I wouldn't let him change the rhythm or try to do anything but just lie there and take it. He came very hard and very fast after that.
I was very happy that he finally came in me. I was getting a complex about what I was doing wrong, but it worked out in the end. Unfortunately, I guess he figured since he accomplished that, we were done. I got no morning nookie or anything. We crashed out and I left pretty early in the morning. I tried enticing him one more time by walking around in just my panties after my shower, but I know he was looking to go squirrel hunting and he was focused on shepherding me out the door so he could do his man thing.
I had set up a meet with the Husband for Sunday, but a friend said fucking two guys in one day was "whorish." I was hurt and I was going to cancel. But since I didn't get any morning sex, I figured I could keep the meeting with the Husband.
I'm glad I did.
I showered again when I got home and waited for him to come over. We kissed on the couch and he started to give me oral. Good oral. Well practiced and trained oral. I was arching my back and my ass was up off the couch. I wanted to do 69, so we moved to my bedroom. It was a lot of good sex and I came with him in me from behind in doggy. So my weekend had 3 orgasms and I'm a very happy and relaxed woman.
The Husband did say something that made me laugh and laugh. He asked if anyone has ever told me that I suck cock like a gay man. Apparently, I have mad oral skills. Which is a bit reassuring because a girl never quite knows until a man comes straight out and says it. Since both of the men this weekend enjoyed it, I feel better that I've learned something over the years.
So that was my weekend. How was yours? (giggles inserted here)
Blondage adds....spill your virginity loss stories. We want to read them! I can't imagine anyone's matching Snogdot's (see comments in post below), but ya never know. Wheeeeee!
6? 7?
I lost track of how many times we fucked. There were times when we had to quit. I'll start at the beginning.
I get there and we chat for a little bit. We were standing right inside the door for a few minutes and I said maybe we should sit on the couch. We kept talking and then he mentioned the couch. I leaned into him and said that was fine, but I wanted to kiss him first. His lips were tight and I leaned back and kind of laughed and told him to relax. I kissed him on his neck and nibbled his earlobe. That made him breath hard. We moved to the couch and made out. I love doing that. The kissing and shoulder biting and collarbone licking. I was wearing a matching bra, panties, and camisole. I took off my sweater and told him I had decorated the package. We laughed. I asked if he wanted to watch a porn movie (I had brought a couple along) and we went downstairs (I grabbed my bag on the way down in case we needed toys or lubrication or something).
We made out on the couch some more and I pulled off the bra and camisole. He made a sound when he saw my breasts. I later asked him about it and he confessed that he likes large nipples. He said little ones don't really do anything for him. I helped him pull off his shirt and kissed down his chest. He sucked my nipples. More making out and I straddled him so I could grind on him. We both go out of our jeans and I laid along the couch so I could lick, suck, and kiss on his chest and stomach. I gently nibbled and lipped his cock through his underwear and watched his face. He had his head back and his eyes closed. Mmmmmmmm
I pulled his cock out and licked the precum off, swirling my tongue around the head and down the shaft. I could hear the porn movie on one side of me and him above me. His balls were almost hairless. I don't know if it was from shaving or if he was naturally bare because of his age. They were tight against his body and I took his cock into my mouth. I deep throated him, pulling back just enough to fuck the head of his cock with the wet tightness of the inside of my throat. He was playing with my hair and making those enjoyment sounds I like so much. I couldn't stand it and peeled off my underwear so I could straddle him. I looked at him because I knew this was it...the Moment. I placed my knees on either side of his hips and guided him into me looking into his eyes the whole time. He closed them and leaned his head back again. His face was so young and sweet as I rode him there on the couch, his hands on my hips, me rocking up and down. I stopped the up and down and, my pussy pressed hard against the front of him, I started thrusting my hips back and forth so he was sliding in and out. He popped out and he asked if we could do doggy. I said we better move to the bed.
He was house-sitting for friends so he had an air mattress in the basement. We got down there onto it, me with my ass up in the air and not far onto the mattress so he was on his knees very close to the edge. That wasn't working, so we had to stop and I had to move up. I ended up with my face buried in the pillows and him fucking me from behind.
We had major problems the whole time with rhythm. He wanted to do that fast, staccato rhythm but it wasn't working with me thrusting against him. I tried to adjust my own rhythm, but it was all off. He asked if he could fuck me in the ass. Mmmmmmmm, why yes, young man, you certainly may!! I had to get up and grab the lube. If you are a woman and you don't like anal, you might want to try it with lots of lube. It makes for an easier entry and it's a lot less painful. I told him to go slow. I felt him ease in and then the head of his cock popped past the muscle. That felt so good. He went slowly, which was good. As much as I enjoy it, I still need some time to adjust to having something that size put into my ass. Fingers I'm ok with. Cock needs some time. I still won't do cocks with a lot of girth. It hurts too much.
He fucked me that way but for some reason, he lost his erection.
What is it about my ass that causes that?!?
I wanted to cum so badly, so I asked him to lick my clit and finger me. He did, but I can tell he doesn't have a lot of experience with that. He was good, but focused on only my clit instead of licking all over. I grabbed my dildo vibrator and asked him to fuck me with it while I rubbed my clit myself. I came pretty quickly, with all the hip thrusting and panting and "I'm cumming" that I tend to do to keep a man from quitting right in the middle. His face was priceless. He actually thanked me, I guess for letting him watch or help or whatever he was getting at. I was just glad to get off because it's been a while with a man.
I told him maybe we should watch some more porn on the couch. When we got over there, I kept kissing on him. He seemed to really like having his neck and ears kissed and sucked on and bitten. I don't bite hard, but enough to make a man know that his flesh in my mouth is oh-so-delicious! He got hard again and so I started sucking his cock some more. I don't normally go from ass to mouth because that kind of grosses me out, but I had prepared ahead of time with an enema on Friday night. I rode his cock for a bit and then sucked him some more. My mouth was getting tired and so he started stroking himself. He is one of those guys who squeeze their cocks really hard and pulls the skin up above the head. He was uncircumcised too. So I placed my lips against his top finger and thumb and used my tongue to lick the tip of his cock that was showing. He came in my mouth and I swallowed most of it.
We sat on the couch watching anal porn for a while and he was yawning. I told him we could take a nap. I had no intentions of sleeping, but I wanted to get him in the bed and relaxed so maybe he could cum with sex. That didn't work. I don't even want to get into the horrible thing that happened, but just know that sometimes, when a guy feels like he's cumming, I think especially when he's soft and he's sensitive and a tongue is flicking the rim of the head of his cock, he may tinkle and that was not fun. I don't think he realized that he had done that because he told me that he tried to warn me he was cumming, but that isn't completely what he was doing too. (insert a big, grossed out sigh here)
I got him to eat me out again and after his tongue got tired I told him to use the clit stimulator on me and I came again. We tried fucking a couple more times after that, but the rhythm thing was completely doing us in. I did a lot of kissing on his back and front. At one point, we were spooned in the bed and he started rubbing his goatee and nose and lips on my upper back and I started purring. I love having a man kiss and touch my neck and back too. The purring clued him in and he did a lot of foreplay work and we fucked some more, but again, he lost his erection. I started to get very worried. I made a drive across town for dinner and called Blondage in a panic. She calmed me down and reminded me that he's so very new to this.
We ate dinner, had a fire in the fireplace, snuggled and talked. When we went back to bed, we watched tv for a few minutes and I pressed myself against his side as I kissed his shoulders. I didn't fail to notice that he gets very hard when he is kissed and when I breathe on his neck. He had told me that he was really enjoying the oral I had been giving him. So I devoted a lot of time to working his cock with my mouth and tongue. When I thought he was getting close enough, I straddled him, impaled myself on his cock, and pressed my chest to his. I held his shoulders tightly and put my face right in the hollow of his neck. I slid up and down him with us pressed together and my mouth breathing hard on his favorite place and me kissing and biting when I remembered. I wouldn't let him change the rhythm or try to do anything but just lie there and take it. He came very hard and very fast after that.
I was very happy that he finally came in me. I was getting a complex about what I was doing wrong, but it worked out in the end. Unfortunately, I guess he figured since he accomplished that, we were done. I got no morning nookie or anything. We crashed out and I left pretty early in the morning. I tried enticing him one more time by walking around in just my panties after my shower, but I know he was looking to go squirrel hunting and he was focused on shepherding me out the door so he could do his man thing.
I had set up a meet with the Husband for Sunday, but a friend said fucking two guys in one day was "whorish." I was hurt and I was going to cancel. But since I didn't get any morning sex, I figured I could keep the meeting with the Husband.
I'm glad I did.
I showered again when I got home and waited for him to come over. We kissed on the couch and he started to give me oral. Good oral. Well practiced and trained oral. I was arching my back and my ass was up off the couch. I wanted to do 69, so we moved to my bedroom. It was a lot of good sex and I came with him in me from behind in doggy. So my weekend had 3 orgasms and I'm a very happy and relaxed woman.
The Husband did say something that made me laugh and laugh. He asked if anyone has ever told me that I suck cock like a gay man. Apparently, I have mad oral skills. Which is a bit reassuring because a girl never quite knows until a man comes straight out and says it. Since both of the men this weekend enjoyed it, I feel better that I've learned something over the years.
So that was my weekend. How was yours? (giggles inserted here)
Blondage adds....spill your virginity loss stories. We want to read them! I can't imagine anyone's matching Snogdot's (see comments in post below), but ya never know. Wheeeeee!
Saturday, November 03, 2007
The Virgin Chronicles - the climax is cumming!
Yes Flowers, today is the the day that Single Grrrrl is deflowering the 21 year old.
In honor of this momentus occasion, I think we should swap stories!
How did you lose your virginity?
In high school, I was a "good girl". I lurrrrved making out, and admittedly, participated in heavy petting and some interesting grinding from time to time.....but I never went "all the way".
Then came (heh) college.
Oy.
I lost my virginity my FIRST WEEKEND AT SCHOOL!
I couldn't WAIT to throw it at someone.
I went to a party, and met him.
Howie.
Yes, my darling Flowers.....I lost my virginity to a guy named Howie.
SEXY!
He was 22. I was 18. I thought to myself, Self, he's older, he'll know what he's doing, he's cute and very funny, PERFECT.
Yeah, well...
Looking back on things....
Well....
I guess he tried. I was sooooooo uptight and nervous that I think I pretty much laid there like a dead fish. He took it slow, with lots of forplay, and went down on me for a loooooooong time. I'm not saying I didn't like it. I did. I just didn't know what the hell I was doing, and he was not a good teacher!
We dated off and on for two years. We didn't have much in common. His idea of a good time was to go to a country bar on dollar-pitcher-of-beer-night, get smashed, and pretend he knew how to dance.
And for the record, he could NOT dance.
*cringe*
And also, for the record, country music tends to give me a headache.
I still put out, but literally, would have a headache at the time. Heh.
I'm not saying we didn't have fun sometimes.
I suppose he even got my young self to be a bit adventurous. We had sex in public a lot...the backseat of his car after drinking at a bar pretty often.....in the bathroom at a party, where everyone knew exactly what we were up to (scandalous! LOL)...a golf course....the woods at a bonfire.....
And I liked it. I reallllly liked having sex with him.
But, you know what?
I never had an orgasm. Never even came (heh) close to one.
It wasn't until I embraced my submissive side and ventured in to the world of spankings, whips, paddles, pain and cuffs that I was finally gifted with an orgasm.
*purrrrr*
But that's another story.
*grin*
I want some Virginity stories. Cough 'em up, damnit!
xoxoxoxo
In honor of this momentus occasion, I think we should swap stories!
How did you lose your virginity?
In high school, I was a "good girl". I lurrrrved making out, and admittedly, participated in heavy petting and some interesting grinding from time to time.....but I never went "all the way".
Then came (heh) college.
Oy.
I lost my virginity my FIRST WEEKEND AT SCHOOL!
I couldn't WAIT to throw it at someone.
I went to a party, and met him.
Howie.
Yes, my darling Flowers.....I lost my virginity to a guy named Howie.
SEXY!
He was 22. I was 18. I thought to myself, Self, he's older, he'll know what he's doing, he's cute and very funny, PERFECT.
Yeah, well...
Looking back on things....
Well....
I guess he tried. I was sooooooo uptight and nervous that I think I pretty much laid there like a dead fish. He took it slow, with lots of forplay, and went down on me for a loooooooong time. I'm not saying I didn't like it. I did. I just didn't know what the hell I was doing, and he was not a good teacher!
We dated off and on for two years. We didn't have much in common. His idea of a good time was to go to a country bar on dollar-pitcher-of-beer-night, get smashed, and pretend he knew how to dance.
And for the record, he could NOT dance.
*cringe*
And also, for the record, country music tends to give me a headache.
I still put out, but literally, would have a headache at the time. Heh.
I'm not saying we didn't have fun sometimes.
I suppose he even got my young self to be a bit adventurous. We had sex in public a lot...the backseat of his car after drinking at a bar pretty often.....in the bathroom at a party, where everyone knew exactly what we were up to (scandalous! LOL)...a golf course....the woods at a bonfire.....
And I liked it. I reallllly liked having sex with him.
But, you know what?
I never had an orgasm. Never even came (heh) close to one.
It wasn't until I embraced my submissive side and ventured in to the world of spankings, whips, paddles, pain and cuffs that I was finally gifted with an orgasm.
*purrrrr*
But that's another story.
*grin*
I want some Virginity stories. Cough 'em up, damnit!
xoxoxoxo
Thursday, November 01, 2007
Discussion on High Maintenance Ass....
Single Grrrrrl and I have been discussing what we are willing to put up with for a piece of fine ass.
She's got this one guy on the hook...we'll call him "Rockstar".
He is drop dead gorgeous.
Seriously.
Totally ripped abs, scorching hot body, and a handsome face.
But.
He's needy, kind of a puss, and seems to want HER to chase HIM.
He's fine and all, but jeez. So much WORK for her! Eeeew!
I'm curious, my pretty pretty Flowers. If a potential lay is gorgeous, how much b.s. are you willing to put up with? Will you put up with high maintenance ass longer if the view is fabulous? Or do you feel like I do -- I don't care HOW pretty you think you are, I am not gonna put up with your pussy ass just to get laid by something hot!
Grrrrrrrrrrrr!
She's got this one guy on the hook...we'll call him "Rockstar".
He is drop dead gorgeous.
Seriously.
Totally ripped abs, scorching hot body, and a handsome face.
But.
He's needy, kind of a puss, and seems to want HER to chase HIM.
He's fine and all, but jeez. So much WORK for her! Eeeew!
I'm curious, my pretty pretty Flowers. If a potential lay is gorgeous, how much b.s. are you willing to put up with? Will you put up with high maintenance ass longer if the view is fabulous? Or do you feel like I do -- I don't care HOW pretty you think you are, I am not gonna put up with your pussy ass just to get laid by something hot!
Grrrrrrrrrrrr!
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Yes, I'm a brat.
Muscles called me a few hours ago and asked me to log in to his My Space page to take his psycho ex off his top friends.
Uhm....hello? What was he thinking!!!!! Seriously!!!!!
I immediately began contemplating the possibilities.
Instead of a straight body builder, should he become gay and "more to love"?
Should I change his background from pics of his motor-cycle to something pink and girly?
Maybe I should change his nickname to Tinkerbell?
Ohhhhhh the possibilities are endless.
Lunch time arrived, so I scampered off to eat with my best friend Cougar.
I told her about having Muscles' keys to his My Space castle , and we discussed the potential fall out of my impish intentions.
Cougar: Speaking of Muscles....Friday he was telling me alllll about your 'sexy voice'.
Blondage: *blink* .................? *blink blink blink* .....................?!?!?!?
Cougar: Uh huh. *arches a brow*
Blondage: What the hell did he say?!?!
Cougar: "Has Blondage done her sexy voice for you?"
Blondage: Ack! What did you say??? *laughing*
Cougar: "Uhhh no, I'm a girl."
Blondage: And then what! Tell me! *laughing harder*
Cougar: "Ohhhh she's got this really great sexy voice. You gotta get her to do it for you. She purrs and everything."
Blondage: It was innocent! I swear!!!!
Cougar: Uh huh.
Blondage: No really! I don't remember what we were talking about, it was perfectly innocent, but I said something like "Oh yeah" in some way he loved, and he is always asking me to do it again. I don't do it though!
Cougar: Uhhh huhhhh. Suuuuuure.
Sooooo.....I made up my mind. I was doing something, because I wanted a bit of revenge. *evil laugh*
So, my darling Flowers. I MOSTLY behaved myself. He remains a straight body builder with a motorcycle background.....but his profile picture has changed. It is now a picture of him sporting a Hello Kitty backpack.
I know. I rule.
So, of course, I couldn't STAND him not knowing, so I sent him a text.
"I didn't make you 'gay' on your My Space page.... And I didn't change your background to Strawberry Shortcake and rainbows... But I maaaaaaay have uploaded the Hello Kitty backpack pic and made it your profile picture."
Approximately thirty seconds later, My Precious rings.
Muscles: You did WHAT?!?!!?
Blondage: *howls* It could have been much, much worse ya know.
Muscles: *growls*
We play fought for a while, and I basically talked him in to letting me keep Hello Kitty up until tomorrow. THEN! I remember the conversation with Cougar.
Blondage: By the way, you deserved this as REVENGE!
Muscles: *sounds all innocent* What did I do?
Blondage: Cougar told me about your conversation about my SEXY VOICE.
Muscles: Yeah, I told her I can't stand up when you sound like that.
Blondage: *shriek*
Muscles: Well it's true. You sound all purry.
Blondage: NOT ON PURPOSE!
Muscles: Do it again. Make that sound!
Blondage: No! No no NO!!!!!!!!
He teases me mercilously, we laugh a lot, and hang up. I called Cougar immediately and relayed the conversation.
And then....I had an idea.
Blondage: Wanna be one of his My Space friends?
Cougar: *shrieks* YES!!!!!!
So I added her to his friends....we hung up....I called her back a little later.
Cougar: Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhck!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Blondage: What on earth is wrong?
Cougar: His NIPPLES! OMG his NIPPLES! He looks like a nursing mother! Make it go away. MAKE IT GO AWAY!
Flowers.....I don't think I have EVER laughed this hard this much in one day.
Uhm....hello? What was he thinking!!!!! Seriously!!!!!
I immediately began contemplating the possibilities.
Instead of a straight body builder, should he become gay and "more to love"?
Should I change his background from pics of his motor-cycle to something pink and girly?
Maybe I should change his nickname to Tinkerbell?
Ohhhhhh the possibilities are endless.
Lunch time arrived, so I scampered off to eat with my best friend Cougar.
I told her about having Muscles' keys to his My Space castle , and we discussed the potential fall out of my impish intentions.
Cougar: Speaking of Muscles....Friday he was telling me alllll about your 'sexy voice'.
Blondage: *blink* .................? *blink blink blink* .....................?!?!?!?
Cougar: Uh huh. *arches a brow*
Blondage: What the hell did he say?!?!
Cougar: "Has Blondage done her sexy voice for you?"
Blondage: Ack! What did you say??? *laughing*
Cougar: "Uhhh no, I'm a girl."
Blondage: And then what! Tell me! *laughing harder*
Cougar: "Ohhhh she's got this really great sexy voice. You gotta get her to do it for you. She purrs and everything."
Blondage: It was innocent! I swear!!!!
Cougar: Uh huh.
Blondage: No really! I don't remember what we were talking about, it was perfectly innocent, but I said something like "Oh yeah" in some way he loved, and he is always asking me to do it again. I don't do it though!
Cougar: Uhhh huhhhh. Suuuuuure.
Sooooo.....I made up my mind. I was doing something, because I wanted a bit of revenge. *evil laugh*
So, my darling Flowers. I MOSTLY behaved myself. He remains a straight body builder with a motorcycle background.....but his profile picture has changed. It is now a picture of him sporting a Hello Kitty backpack.
I know. I rule.
So, of course, I couldn't STAND him not knowing, so I sent him a text.
"I didn't make you 'gay' on your My Space page.... And I didn't change your background to Strawberry Shortcake and rainbows... But I maaaaaaay have uploaded the Hello Kitty backpack pic and made it your profile picture."
Approximately thirty seconds later, My Precious rings.
Muscles: You did WHAT?!?!!?
Blondage: *howls* It could have been much, much worse ya know.
Muscles: *growls*
We play fought for a while, and I basically talked him in to letting me keep Hello Kitty up until tomorrow. THEN! I remember the conversation with Cougar.
Blondage: By the way, you deserved this as REVENGE!
Muscles: *sounds all innocent* What did I do?
Blondage: Cougar told me about your conversation about my SEXY VOICE.
Muscles: Yeah, I told her I can't stand up when you sound like that.
Blondage: *shriek*
Muscles: Well it's true. You sound all purry.
Blondage: NOT ON PURPOSE!
Muscles: Do it again. Make that sound!
Blondage: No! No no NO!!!!!!!!
He teases me mercilously, we laugh a lot, and hang up. I called Cougar immediately and relayed the conversation.
And then....I had an idea.
Blondage: Wanna be one of his My Space friends?
Cougar: *shrieks* YES!!!!!!
So I added her to his friends....we hung up....I called her back a little later.
Cougar: Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhck!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Blondage: What on earth is wrong?
Cougar: His NIPPLES! OMG his NIPPLES! He looks like a nursing mother! Make it go away. MAKE IT GO AWAY!
Flowers.....I don't think I have EVER laughed this hard this much in one day.
Monday, October 29, 2007
I am sooooo in love......
We saw Chris Cornell in concert last night. That is one seriously scorching hot man!
Sweetpeeeeeea......oh Sweeeeeeeeetpeeeeeaaaaaa.....beloved husband of mine.....can I please have him? Please? I promise I'll give him back. Well, eventually. I swear.
Please???? *bats eyelashes*
Friday, October 26, 2007
Sex and the Single series...
Blondage says...ok, my hissy fit is over. You've been very good Flowers, and SG sent me something new to post for you. I am sooooooo making out with you people in my mind....xoxoxoxoxo
I'm still searching for that elusive thing.
I don't know if I'm a difficult lay or if I'm expecting too much or what. I've struggled with whether I was going to guest write on what happened last weekend. It makes me sound a wee bit whiny, to be honest.
I met up with the friend of a friend that I had written on before. We call him Mr. Missionary. He works that position quite well, if you recall. I think I may know why he likes that one in particular. He can control pace and speed and depth that way.
Anything else, and, how to say this delicately....he doesn't last as long. Let's put it that way.
In my experience, the more often a man orgasms within a short period of time, the longer he lasts before the next one. That personal myth has now been shattered.
Things went like this:
I went to his home. We chatted, slow danced a little, made out. I dragged him off to his bedroom because I was pretty excited to see him and he was pushing all of my buttons. Lots of neck kisses and touching the skin on my hips and back and belly. That first time, yum, lots of foreplay, a little short session of oral for me, and in the missionary position where he worked it well. I was close to cumming but couldn't catch up to him (this may be the story of my life) and it ended with him thrusting hard and deep but no orgasm for me.
I was staying at his home overnight, so I knew there would be plenty of opportunity for me. I was wrong.
Later in the afternoon, we were waiting for dinner to finish and distracted ourselves in the bedroom. I enjoy giving oral. I love feeling a man thrust his hips at me when he's deep in my mouth. I get turned on by how hot a man becomes from me sucking his cock. The thing is, I get so turned on from it all that I almost always want to climb on top of his hard cock and slide him into me. Which is what I did. And when I started riding him, I looked down into his face, with his eyes closed and a look of bliss, and I knew. His hands were on my hips, urging me faster and faster and then he grunted and pressed down on the curve of my waist and stopped me, so I started grinding and grinding on him, back and forth. But there was no orgasm for me to be found in the grinding. This session lasted about half as long as the last one. Which caught me by surprise, but hey, we had all night, right? Again, I was wrong. When he said he couldn't keep up with me, I should have believed him.
A couple of hours later, we were snugged up in his bed and I was kissing on his bare shoulder and chest. He grabbed my hand and placed it on his quickly stiffening cock. Yay for me! We kissed for a little bit and I rolled over with my back to him. I pushed my upper body forward so that I was more angled towards him on the bed, with my ass pressed hard onto the front of him. I pulled off my underwear and guided him into me. I don't think he liked that position because he lifted himself up a little and forced my hips down so I was half on my side and half on my stomach. Mmmmmm. I pulled my legs in, slid them between his, and got into a face-pressed-into-the-pillow doggy. He was pounding away at me and I gasped at him to stop and let me grab my vibrator because at that point, I was rubbing on my clit and had to cum badly but I knew that the fingers weren't going to work quickly enough. This part made my girlfriends laugh when I told them. He's slightly hard of hearing. He did not hear a word I said. So he kept going and a minute or two later, he was collapsed on my back after cumming for the third time. (Imagine a very big sigh here).
It was still very early in the evening, so I figured we'd nap, fuck, nap, fuck, sleep. Fuck some more the next day. We both woke up at 4am and I started with the oral again. I climbed on top again. He came really fast again.
And that was the last time for my visit. I kept waiting for him to try once more, but he was giving off distinct "disinterest" vibes. He stayed in bed until 7am, while I got up, showered, drank a pot of coffee, watched tv. He got up, I kissed him goodbye, and I left.
I'm not sure if I'm asking too much of the men that I'm picking. Are none of them willing to put in a little extra time to make sure that I have at least one glorious moment of screaming and grabbing the sheets? I know some men are very much against going down on a woman in which they've already shot their load. I don't know why, but it's pretty common. So why don't they try to get me off first? Am I doing this to myself by expressing my urgent need to be fucked? I think it's ok for a man to say no, I want to please you first. I want you to cum for me and then I'll fuck you. It's ok to leave a woman begging to be filled up even as she cums on your face and tongue.
I'm still seeking for that man who will make me wait or who will build me up and up and up and give me what I want only after he's toyed with me a little. Only after he has me begging.
- - - -
I'm still searching for that elusive thing.
I don't know if I'm a difficult lay or if I'm expecting too much or what. I've struggled with whether I was going to guest write on what happened last weekend. It makes me sound a wee bit whiny, to be honest.
I met up with the friend of a friend that I had written on before. We call him Mr. Missionary. He works that position quite well, if you recall. I think I may know why he likes that one in particular. He can control pace and speed and depth that way.
Anything else, and, how to say this delicately....he doesn't last as long. Let's put it that way.
In my experience, the more often a man orgasms within a short period of time, the longer he lasts before the next one. That personal myth has now been shattered.
Things went like this:
I went to his home. We chatted, slow danced a little, made out. I dragged him off to his bedroom because I was pretty excited to see him and he was pushing all of my buttons. Lots of neck kisses and touching the skin on my hips and back and belly. That first time, yum, lots of foreplay, a little short session of oral for me, and in the missionary position where he worked it well. I was close to cumming but couldn't catch up to him (this may be the story of my life) and it ended with him thrusting hard and deep but no orgasm for me.
I was staying at his home overnight, so I knew there would be plenty of opportunity for me. I was wrong.
Later in the afternoon, we were waiting for dinner to finish and distracted ourselves in the bedroom. I enjoy giving oral. I love feeling a man thrust his hips at me when he's deep in my mouth. I get turned on by how hot a man becomes from me sucking his cock. The thing is, I get so turned on from it all that I almost always want to climb on top of his hard cock and slide him into me. Which is what I did. And when I started riding him, I looked down into his face, with his eyes closed and a look of bliss, and I knew. His hands were on my hips, urging me faster and faster and then he grunted and pressed down on the curve of my waist and stopped me, so I started grinding and grinding on him, back and forth. But there was no orgasm for me to be found in the grinding. This session lasted about half as long as the last one. Which caught me by surprise, but hey, we had all night, right? Again, I was wrong. When he said he couldn't keep up with me, I should have believed him.
A couple of hours later, we were snugged up in his bed and I was kissing on his bare shoulder and chest. He grabbed my hand and placed it on his quickly stiffening cock. Yay for me! We kissed for a little bit and I rolled over with my back to him. I pushed my upper body forward so that I was more angled towards him on the bed, with my ass pressed hard onto the front of him. I pulled off my underwear and guided him into me. I don't think he liked that position because he lifted himself up a little and forced my hips down so I was half on my side and half on my stomach. Mmmmmm. I pulled my legs in, slid them between his, and got into a face-pressed-into-the-pillow doggy. He was pounding away at me and I gasped at him to stop and let me grab my vibrator because at that point, I was rubbing on my clit and had to cum badly but I knew that the fingers weren't going to work quickly enough. This part made my girlfriends laugh when I told them. He's slightly hard of hearing. He did not hear a word I said. So he kept going and a minute or two later, he was collapsed on my back after cumming for the third time. (Imagine a very big sigh here).
It was still very early in the evening, so I figured we'd nap, fuck, nap, fuck, sleep. Fuck some more the next day. We both woke up at 4am and I started with the oral again. I climbed on top again. He came really fast again.
And that was the last time for my visit. I kept waiting for him to try once more, but he was giving off distinct "disinterest" vibes. He stayed in bed until 7am, while I got up, showered, drank a pot of coffee, watched tv. He got up, I kissed him goodbye, and I left.
I'm not sure if I'm asking too much of the men that I'm picking. Are none of them willing to put in a little extra time to make sure that I have at least one glorious moment of screaming and grabbing the sheets? I know some men are very much against going down on a woman in which they've already shot their load. I don't know why, but it's pretty common. So why don't they try to get me off first? Am I doing this to myself by expressing my urgent need to be fucked? I think it's ok for a man to say no, I want to please you first. I want you to cum for me and then I'll fuck you. It's ok to leave a woman begging to be filled up even as she cums on your face and tongue.
I'm still seeking for that man who will make me wait or who will build me up and up and up and give me what I want only after he's toyed with me a little. Only after he has me begging.
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Come to Jesus talk time
FLOWERS.
Single Girl wrote me this morning and told me she is going to quit guest posting because no one ever comments, and it HURTS HER FEELINGS.
If you like reading her posts, COMMENT. Don't email or text me your comments, TELL HER on the blog! Please! I don't want to lose her posts because my Flowers have gotten all lazy on me!
Update....
I am officially holding myself hostage until you people start showing Single Grrrrl some love!
Single Girl wrote me this morning and told me she is going to quit guest posting because no one ever comments, and it HURTS HER FEELINGS.
If you like reading her posts, COMMENT. Don't email or text me your comments, TELL HER on the blog! Please! I don't want to lose her posts because my Flowers have gotten all lazy on me!
Update....
I am officially holding myself hostage until you people start showing Single Grrrrl some love!
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Sex and the Single Girl - The Virgin Chronicles
The Virgin...
I have naughty plans for him. We met for lunch on Sunday. He is young and sweet and oh-so-eager. And he probably belongs right here because he went on a tiny bend about liberals and their aversion to guns. This young man is a gunsmith. I didn't know those existed anymore, but apparently there is a trade school out in CO that one can attend and learn how to do all those things a gunsmith does. And I got a feeling that he leans towards the Republican side of the aisle. Which is a good thing.
Anyway, on my drive home, I sent him a text thanking him for joining me for lunch. I was still on the fence about meeting him for sex because of his special circumstances. He replied back saying something about looking forward to seeing me again. I responded with a "Are you sure?" What I meant was was he sure that he wanted to lose his virginity this way. With me, someone he met online, not someone he was dating and thought maybe he was in love with. He asked if it was a trick question. Very cute.
So in all the back and forth correspondences we've had over the past few days, I'm going to meet him. He is house-sitting and we will have the whole home to ourselves. I plan to stay the night over with him. This deal with him still carrying the V-Card makes me think he deserves more than a few hours of fuck-and-run. I've asked him what kind of things he would be interested in doing. He had already asked me if I like anal. Lucky boy, he got himself a girl who loves it. Which tickled him to no end. And as for anything else, the best he could come up with was the reverse cowgirl position. I think I can handle that.
His inexperience shows, but that's ok. After our weekend together, I think he'll have a better idea of what he likes, doesn't like, wants more of, and wants to try. I've also made arrangements for testing and to get the results in time to show him. I asked if he wanted to use condoms or to go it without. To alleviate any concerns on his part, I offered to get tested and to give him the results so he can truly enjoy himself. With me, I'm not too worried about his STD status. ;) I get tested regularly anyway, but this is a good way to make things very fun for him and me. I also told him that I love sex. He doesn't have to fear trying to get me in the sack just-one-more-time because I'm pretty much always up for that. If he wanted to fuck non-stop with breaks for food and water, I could do that. I think I left him speechless because all he could come back with in email was a grinning emoticon and "that's all I can say to that."
Should be an interesting break from the older, more experienced men. And hopefully I can impart the importance of foreplay to him. I've had some disappointments in the foreplay part recently and maybe, just maybe, for the next girl along The Virgin's path, he'll be well schooled in the art of fucking and making a girl cum.
Blondage says...something tells me his future playmates are going to be quite pleased with The Virgin's schooling. *grin*
I have naughty plans for him. We met for lunch on Sunday. He is young and sweet and oh-so-eager. And he probably belongs right here because he went on a tiny bend about liberals and their aversion to guns. This young man is a gunsmith. I didn't know those existed anymore, but apparently there is a trade school out in CO that one can attend and learn how to do all those things a gunsmith does. And I got a feeling that he leans towards the Republican side of the aisle. Which is a good thing.
Anyway, on my drive home, I sent him a text thanking him for joining me for lunch. I was still on the fence about meeting him for sex because of his special circumstances. He replied back saying something about looking forward to seeing me again. I responded with a "Are you sure?" What I meant was was he sure that he wanted to lose his virginity this way. With me, someone he met online, not someone he was dating and thought maybe he was in love with. He asked if it was a trick question. Very cute.
So in all the back and forth correspondences we've had over the past few days, I'm going to meet him. He is house-sitting and we will have the whole home to ourselves. I plan to stay the night over with him. This deal with him still carrying the V-Card makes me think he deserves more than a few hours of fuck-and-run. I've asked him what kind of things he would be interested in doing. He had already asked me if I like anal. Lucky boy, he got himself a girl who loves it. Which tickled him to no end. And as for anything else, the best he could come up with was the reverse cowgirl position. I think I can handle that.
His inexperience shows, but that's ok. After our weekend together, I think he'll have a better idea of what he likes, doesn't like, wants more of, and wants to try. I've also made arrangements for testing and to get the results in time to show him. I asked if he wanted to use condoms or to go it without. To alleviate any concerns on his part, I offered to get tested and to give him the results so he can truly enjoy himself. With me, I'm not too worried about his STD status. ;) I get tested regularly anyway, but this is a good way to make things very fun for him and me. I also told him that I love sex. He doesn't have to fear trying to get me in the sack just-one-more-time because I'm pretty much always up for that. If he wanted to fuck non-stop with breaks for food and water, I could do that. I think I left him speechless because all he could come back with in email was a grinning emoticon and "that's all I can say to that."
Should be an interesting break from the older, more experienced men. And hopefully I can impart the importance of foreplay to him. I've had some disappointments in the foreplay part recently and maybe, just maybe, for the next girl along The Virgin's path, he'll be well schooled in the art of fucking and making a girl cum.
Blondage says...something tells me his future playmates are going to be quite pleased with The Virgin's schooling. *grin*
Monday, October 22, 2007
Dude.
Muscles dumped the psycho-hose-beast. I told you about the psycho-hose-beast, right?
Oh. I didn't?
Well.
He's been dating a total whack-job on and off for nine months. She breaks up with him a couple times a week just to torture him. Poor guy. He's just ridiculously sweet, and she treats the dirt on her shoe better than she treats him!
It's finally, FINALLY over. She picked up all her stuff at his house, and they're done.
I was patting him on the back, feeling all proud.....
...when he started telling me about a new girl that he likes.
Ohhhhhhhh god.
That man.....
He has the worst taste in women I have ever seen. EVER!!!!!!!
(Well, apart from ME of course, but I'm taken.)
This new chick he is sniffing around....
*blink*
She has a four foot long Alligator.
As a pet.
IN HER HOUSE.
And don't you dare ask me what she feeds it!!!!
EEEK!
If ever a man needed a keeper....
Oh. I didn't?
Well.
He's been dating a total whack-job on and off for nine months. She breaks up with him a couple times a week just to torture him. Poor guy. He's just ridiculously sweet, and she treats the dirt on her shoe better than she treats him!
It's finally, FINALLY over. She picked up all her stuff at his house, and they're done.
I was patting him on the back, feeling all proud.....
...when he started telling me about a new girl that he likes.
Ohhhhhhhh god.
That man.....
He has the worst taste in women I have ever seen. EVER!!!!!!!
(Well, apart from ME of course, but I'm taken.)
This new chick he is sniffing around....
*blink*
She has a four foot long Alligator.
As a pet.
IN HER HOUSE.
And don't you dare ask me what she feeds it!!!!
EEEK!
If ever a man needed a keeper....
Friday, October 19, 2007
Sex and the Single Girl series....
Blondage says....another hawwwwwt post from one of my dearest friends, known here as The Single Grrrrrl. Her adventures continue to inspire me and make my naughty bits very, very happy. Enjoy, my pretty Flowers! Oh -- and did anyone notice -- five posts in a row this week??!?! Damn it's great to be back!!!!!
I like sex.
No, really, I do.
And now, I know I have no "Off" button either.
I was supposed to meet the husband of the couple I've been writing about after work yesterday for some making out. I thought I didn't have enough time for sex, but making out is fun, and it would be a great way to get comfortable with each other and to whet our appetites for when we can meet again. We have been emailing each other (with his wife's benign supervision and occasional email note to me thrown in as a post script to his) and we wanted to meet sooner, but the time constraints weren't working out well. I mentioned that maybe Friday, after work, we could meet up again for just a little while and he came back with, "Come over to my office on Thursday and I'll close the blinds and we can make out."
So yesterday, I went to where he works. It's pretty close to where I work and I was there within 5 minutes. His office is stand alone. No receptionist's area or anything like that. You walk through the door straight into where he sits all day. There is a small, armless wingback chair and his desk and lots of filing cabinets. I leaned against one of the filing cabinets and we just chit-chatted for a few minutes. The he walked over and pulled the blinds closed. I asked him if his clients would be a bit suspicious and he said no, his office closed at 4. Then he reached over and locked the door. My heart started to pound when he did that. He stood right in front of me and kissed me.
We were standing and making out when I felt him press against me and he was rock hard. And not wearing any underwear. I couldn't help it, I had to touch him through his jeans. Which led to me desperately wanting to take him into my mouth. So I did what guys like us girls to do...I dropped to my knees in front of him. I opened his jeans and his cock sprang out. I licked him from the head to his balls. I think he fucked his wife before leaving for work today because I could smell and taste her on him, especially his balls. He shaves, which is very nice, and he wasn't too big nor too small. He was just right for deep throating way in the back of my mouth, which I did. I took him all the way in and just moved a little forwards and back so that my throat was tight around the head of his cock. I could hear him moaning above me. I gently pushed on his hip to guide him to the soft chair and asked him to sit down.
I worked him over for a little while and he was trying to reach down the scoop neck of my t-shirt to get to my tits. I pulled off the shirt and he slid down my bra so that he could lick and suck on my nipples. I whispered that I really wanted to strip off my jeans, pull my panties to the side and ride him. He said, "Not until I taste you first."
I don't think a woman has ever gotten out of her clothes faster than I did when he said that. I sat in the chair, but I was slouched down and I opened my legs to him. Oh, his wife has trained him well. He licked from my pussy to my clit and swirled around it softly and I threw my head back and took it all in. After a few minutes of that, I couldn't stand it anymore. I asked him to fuck me. And he did. Oh how he did. He was very intense and very hard. When he slid in, I was in heaven. I was diagonal across this too small chair with my shoulders and head hanging off and my arms above me, braced on the floor. I had my legs straight up in the air and locked together at the knees. I close my eyes during sex so I can concentrate and enjoy the feel of everything. I opened them and in the space between my calves, I saw he was watching my face intently during it all. Which was very sexy.
He got close to cumming a couple of times and backed off. Slowed down. I wanted to cum too so I started rubbing my clit after we changed things a little and I had opened my legs up wide and had my feet on the floor. He pulled out and started giving me oral again. Then he rubbed my clit with his fingers and watched my face again. He was perfect with the pressure. But I wanted to cum with him in me, so I asked if he would fuck me doggy style. I got onto the floor, which is carpeted and thrust my ass into the air. He fucked me while I played with my clit. I felt his thumb pressed right against my ass. Then suddenly, he pulled out of me again and started rimming me. I hope no one tried to come to his office at that moment because I got a little loud at that point. It felt awesome.
Unlike some women, I like anal. So I asked him to fuck me in the ass. He asked if I was sure. Oh yes, I am completely sure that I want to feel your cock sliding in and out of my ass! He took his time and eased in slowly. Jesus, that felt so good. And it must have felt good to him too because as I was really starting to get close to cumming, I could hear him above me getting louder and louder. I was trying to catch up, but I knew he was getting to the point of no return and I wasn't going to be able to cum with him in me. He pulled out and shot his load on my ass and back and I even felt some get into my hair.
That sex, even though I didn't have an orgasm, was great. The whole thing was very hot and fantasy feuled. Fucking in an office is probably at the top of most people's lists of things they'd like to do. I didn't mean for us to go that far. Both of us had set it up as a precursor make-out session, but I have no stop button. Get me started and I'm begging to have you in me. Afterwards, we were kissing and kind of giggling at each other and at how we ended up going much farther than expected when he said, "I was wondering if we were going to be able to just make out. Now I know the answer to that." He also said he is looking forward to our next meet up even more because he knew I'd be hot in bed, but I'm much hotter than he expected. Which made me feel a little better after that last disaster with the man who took and took and took.
As I was leaving, I mentioned that he gets to tell his wife all about it when he gets home and he said that he's looking forward to doing so because she was going to be very turned on. I sent him an email and thanked him for the wonderful interlude and he wrote back and said he had told his wife everything and indeed, she was excited by what he described. Since she has total access to the same email account/profile, I feel comfortable with knowing that she is aware of everything. I plan to call her some time and make sure, just in case, and also to let her know that if she ever wants me to walk away, I'm gone. It's her call, not his.
Overall, I give this sweet husband of another woman 7 ass smacks and a "C'mon back here anytime, sugar!" I'd give him a higher number, but I think our next get together will surpass this in a serious way, so I have to leave room at the top for that.
I like sex.
No, really, I do.
And now, I know I have no "Off" button either.
I was supposed to meet the husband of the couple I've been writing about after work yesterday for some making out. I thought I didn't have enough time for sex, but making out is fun, and it would be a great way to get comfortable with each other and to whet our appetites for when we can meet again. We have been emailing each other (with his wife's benign supervision and occasional email note to me thrown in as a post script to his) and we wanted to meet sooner, but the time constraints weren't working out well. I mentioned that maybe Friday, after work, we could meet up again for just a little while and he came back with, "Come over to my office on Thursday and I'll close the blinds and we can make out."
So yesterday, I went to where he works. It's pretty close to where I work and I was there within 5 minutes. His office is stand alone. No receptionist's area or anything like that. You walk through the door straight into where he sits all day. There is a small, armless wingback chair and his desk and lots of filing cabinets. I leaned against one of the filing cabinets and we just chit-chatted for a few minutes. The he walked over and pulled the blinds closed. I asked him if his clients would be a bit suspicious and he said no, his office closed at 4. Then he reached over and locked the door. My heart started to pound when he did that. He stood right in front of me and kissed me.
We were standing and making out when I felt him press against me and he was rock hard. And not wearing any underwear. I couldn't help it, I had to touch him through his jeans. Which led to me desperately wanting to take him into my mouth. So I did what guys like us girls to do...I dropped to my knees in front of him. I opened his jeans and his cock sprang out. I licked him from the head to his balls. I think he fucked his wife before leaving for work today because I could smell and taste her on him, especially his balls. He shaves, which is very nice, and he wasn't too big nor too small. He was just right for deep throating way in the back of my mouth, which I did. I took him all the way in and just moved a little forwards and back so that my throat was tight around the head of his cock. I could hear him moaning above me. I gently pushed on his hip to guide him to the soft chair and asked him to sit down.
I worked him over for a little while and he was trying to reach down the scoop neck of my t-shirt to get to my tits. I pulled off the shirt and he slid down my bra so that he could lick and suck on my nipples. I whispered that I really wanted to strip off my jeans, pull my panties to the side and ride him. He said, "Not until I taste you first."
I don't think a woman has ever gotten out of her clothes faster than I did when he said that. I sat in the chair, but I was slouched down and I opened my legs to him. Oh, his wife has trained him well. He licked from my pussy to my clit and swirled around it softly and I threw my head back and took it all in. After a few minutes of that, I couldn't stand it anymore. I asked him to fuck me. And he did. Oh how he did. He was very intense and very hard. When he slid in, I was in heaven. I was diagonal across this too small chair with my shoulders and head hanging off and my arms above me, braced on the floor. I had my legs straight up in the air and locked together at the knees. I close my eyes during sex so I can concentrate and enjoy the feel of everything. I opened them and in the space between my calves, I saw he was watching my face intently during it all. Which was very sexy.
He got close to cumming a couple of times and backed off. Slowed down. I wanted to cum too so I started rubbing my clit after we changed things a little and I had opened my legs up wide and had my feet on the floor. He pulled out and started giving me oral again. Then he rubbed my clit with his fingers and watched my face again. He was perfect with the pressure. But I wanted to cum with him in me, so I asked if he would fuck me doggy style. I got onto the floor, which is carpeted and thrust my ass into the air. He fucked me while I played with my clit. I felt his thumb pressed right against my ass. Then suddenly, he pulled out of me again and started rimming me. I hope no one tried to come to his office at that moment because I got a little loud at that point. It felt awesome.
Unlike some women, I like anal. So I asked him to fuck me in the ass. He asked if I was sure. Oh yes, I am completely sure that I want to feel your cock sliding in and out of my ass! He took his time and eased in slowly. Jesus, that felt so good. And it must have felt good to him too because as I was really starting to get close to cumming, I could hear him above me getting louder and louder. I was trying to catch up, but I knew he was getting to the point of no return and I wasn't going to be able to cum with him in me. He pulled out and shot his load on my ass and back and I even felt some get into my hair.
That sex, even though I didn't have an orgasm, was great. The whole thing was very hot and fantasy feuled. Fucking in an office is probably at the top of most people's lists of things they'd like to do. I didn't mean for us to go that far. Both of us had set it up as a precursor make-out session, but I have no stop button. Get me started and I'm begging to have you in me. Afterwards, we were kissing and kind of giggling at each other and at how we ended up going much farther than expected when he said, "I was wondering if we were going to be able to just make out. Now I know the answer to that." He also said he is looking forward to our next meet up even more because he knew I'd be hot in bed, but I'm much hotter than he expected. Which made me feel a little better after that last disaster with the man who took and took and took.
As I was leaving, I mentioned that he gets to tell his wife all about it when he gets home and he said that he's looking forward to doing so because she was going to be very turned on. I sent him an email and thanked him for the wonderful interlude and he wrote back and said he had told his wife everything and indeed, she was excited by what he described. Since she has total access to the same email account/profile, I feel comfortable with knowing that she is aware of everything. I plan to call her some time and make sure, just in case, and also to let her know that if she ever wants me to walk away, I'm gone. It's her call, not his.
Overall, I give this sweet husband of another woman 7 ass smacks and a "C'mon back here anytime, sugar!" I'd give him a higher number, but I think our next get together will surpass this in a serious way, so I have to leave room at the top for that.
Thursday, October 18, 2007
Errrrrrrr.....no. :)
Soooo.....
Perhaps the previous post is a bit more vague than I thought it was!
Best two guesses so far?
1. Is it about a talking vibrator?
2. Is it something to do with the fertility stuff? Is Sweetpea giving you a shot?
Uhm......NO!
Way way waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay off!
*dashes off cackling*
Perhaps the previous post is a bit more vague than I thought it was!
Best two guesses so far?
1. Is it about a talking vibrator?
2. Is it something to do with the fertility stuff? Is Sweetpea giving you a shot?
Uhm......NO!
Way way waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay off!
*dashes off cackling*
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Open to interpretation....
I want to do this right. I want more of this. I CRAVE more of this.
Fingers. I like fingers. I should use mine.
What happens if I.....
Why isn't he here? He is supposed to be here!
No! Don't think. Concentrate!
I hear a sigh. Damn. This is so frikking cool.
Should I flick my tongue??? I want to flick my tongue.
A moan?
Fuck yes! I think I love this.
Why don't I have guidance. I'm supposed to have guidance!
I can almost hear that voice whispering in my ear...
Yes. Keep going. Don't stop.
Mmmmmm....the cutest little button. I need another moan. I think I will....
Ooops. A shriek.
Focus. Must focus. Take control. Concentrate! Do this RIGHT!
Slow it down. Softer. Gentler. Sneakier.
Oh yes, I liked that sound. Mmmmmmm. Makes me want to touch my.....
Ohhhhhhhhhhh! Yes! Pleeeeeeeeeease talk dirty! Tell me what you need!!!
The sounds....the tastes....the movements...... building....building.....
I'm in awe.
Oh my god. I am actually doing this RIGHT!
But damnit. He's supposed to coach me, watch me, FUCK ME.
No. CONCENTRATE!
Wait a minute! I think that's...I'm pretty sure that's.......an orgasm?!?!
I'm drowning.
YES!!!!!
Indescribable.
Fingers stroking my hair. Mmmmm..... Yes. Tell me it was good. Please tell me it was good.
Fingers pulling me up. Face to face. Staring. Smiling. Suddenly feeling shy.
Finally. A fantasy fullfilled.....with fascinating results...
Almost bliss...
Almost.
Fingers. I like fingers. I should use mine.
What happens if I.....
Why isn't he here? He is supposed to be here!
No! Don't think. Concentrate!
I hear a sigh. Damn. This is so frikking cool.
Should I flick my tongue??? I want to flick my tongue.
A moan?
Fuck yes! I think I love this.
Why don't I have guidance. I'm supposed to have guidance!
I can almost hear that voice whispering in my ear...
Yes. Keep going. Don't stop.
Mmmmmm....the cutest little button. I need another moan. I think I will....
Ooops. A shriek.
Focus. Must focus. Take control. Concentrate! Do this RIGHT!
Slow it down. Softer. Gentler. Sneakier.
Oh yes, I liked that sound. Mmmmmmm. Makes me want to touch my.....
Ohhhhhhhhhhh! Yes! Pleeeeeeeeeease talk dirty! Tell me what you need!!!
The sounds....the tastes....the movements...... building....building.....
I'm in awe.
Oh my god. I am actually doing this RIGHT!
But damnit. He's supposed to coach me, watch me, FUCK ME.
No. CONCENTRATE!
Wait a minute! I think that's...I'm pretty sure that's.......an orgasm?!?!
I'm drowning.
YES!!!!!
Indescribable.
Fingers stroking my hair. Mmmmm..... Yes. Tell me it was good. Please tell me it was good.
Fingers pulling me up. Face to face. Staring. Smiling. Suddenly feeling shy.
Finally. A fantasy fullfilled.....with fascinating results...
Almost bliss...
Almost.
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Crap blogging
Did any of you watch the new ep of South Park last week? It was about the guiness world record "crap" that one of the characters...errr....shall we say, created? They measured it in units of "Courics" (as in Katy Couric, which DID make me laugh), but for the most part, I didn't laugh much. I did think some of the stuff that made fun of Bono was good, but mostly, I was kind of lost and disappointed.
My husband, on the other hand, laughed himself silly.
When I told him I thought the episode was lame, he said he thought it was one of the best eps ever.
"You can't POSSIBLY think it was better than "Man-Bear-Pig"!!!!"
"Ok, maybe not THAT great, but close!"
"I. Just. Don't. Get. It."
"That's because you're a girl."
I wasn't laughing my ass off over the episode, according to Sweetpea, because I was born with the wrong "equipment".
If you're interested, you can watch the episode in three parts -- one , two , three.
This got me wondering about the whole nature versus nurture thing.
Sooooo.......tell me Flowers.
Are straight boys just BORN obsessed with electronics, boobies, crap contests and farting, or is it something they learn from watching fathers/grandfathers/friends/etc?
I'm super serial. Excelsiorrrr!
My husband, on the other hand, laughed himself silly.
When I told him I thought the episode was lame, he said he thought it was one of the best eps ever.
"You can't POSSIBLY think it was better than "Man-Bear-Pig"!!!!"
"Ok, maybe not THAT great, but close!"
"I. Just. Don't. Get. It."
"That's because you're a girl."
I wasn't laughing my ass off over the episode, according to Sweetpea, because I was born with the wrong "equipment".
If you're interested, you can watch the episode in three parts -- one , two , three.
This got me wondering about the whole nature versus nurture thing.
Sooooo.......tell me Flowers.
Are straight boys just BORN obsessed with electronics, boobies, crap contests and farting, or is it something they learn from watching fathers/grandfathers/friends/etc?
I'm super serial. Excelsiorrrr!
Monday, October 15, 2007
Sex and the Single Girl VI
Very intriguing update from the Single Grrrrrrl today.
When Is Married "Married?"
I got an email from the husband half of a swinging couple. It's not the first time. There have been about 4 or 5 others. And most times, I send an email back explaining that married men are off limits. That I have to take the man's word for it that his wife is ok with things. Once, I asked to meet the husband and wife together and the husband came back with "my wife doesn't like to meet the people I'm going to fuck. I meet all of hers, but she refuses to meet mine." Uh-huh. No thank you. And once, I had a wife contact me and try to "give" me to her husband for an anniversary gift. I don't think so. I'm not some thing to be presented with a big red bow. I'm a person and I have standards and I choose not to be treated as some sort of property.
Anyway, I got an email from a husband. I sent back the email with a "no thank you, you're married" response. And his wife wrote me back. She was funny and gracious and very nice. Her response is the best email I've gotten on that site since I started there.
So me and the wife correspond for a while. She gives me both of their phone numbers and explains the way they feel about each other and about their swinging lifestyle. She says that she can find someone to play with quite easily (she swings both ways), but it's a bit more difficult for her husband. I understand that completely. It seems women are in great demand on that site.
I really like this woman. I love the way she's working so hard to hook up her husband. She sends me pictures. Sweet pictures of them together and him separately. So I agree to meet him for a beer. Friday, after work, I met him in this small bar. We hit it off immediately. Talking kids and lives, his wife and sex. The whole spectrum of topics. I spent 2 hours in the bar with him. It was a very nice meeting. And when I left, he walked me to my car and gave me a hug. Which is the first time any of the men I've met has done that.
I later sent an email to him thanking him for a nice evening and a part of the email was addressed to his wife also, asking if it was ok to call her and get her formal permission to play bedroom games with her husband. The whole situation is..........odd.
I got a 2 part email back. One half from the wife saying to call anytime and repeating her phone number, the other half of the email from the husband saying he enjoyed our meeting too and he thought I was sexy and fun and I needed to quit procrastinating and call his wife so that we could set something up. It was funny, the two of them.
I spoke to the wife for a long time. She's nice and funny and wonderfully sexy. We giggled like old girlfriends. But I think I kind of turned her on too because her husband sent me an email that said she woke him up at 2am for some middle-of-the-night games.
I'm at the point where I have tentatively set up a meet with the husband. And if things are going very well, maybe to bring the wife into the mix or even another man.
My boundaries are expanding farther than I've ever expected them to with this site. I have always been an inflexible person. Black and white on most issues. But sex seems to be one place where I am ok with a lot of gray. With fuzzy lines between what I used to consider right and wrong, good and bad. Which may or may not be a good thing. We shall see.
When Is Married "Married?"
I got an email from the husband half of a swinging couple. It's not the first time. There have been about 4 or 5 others. And most times, I send an email back explaining that married men are off limits. That I have to take the man's word for it that his wife is ok with things. Once, I asked to meet the husband and wife together and the husband came back with "my wife doesn't like to meet the people I'm going to fuck. I meet all of hers, but she refuses to meet mine." Uh-huh. No thank you. And once, I had a wife contact me and try to "give" me to her husband for an anniversary gift. I don't think so. I'm not some thing to be presented with a big red bow. I'm a person and I have standards and I choose not to be treated as some sort of property.
Anyway, I got an email from a husband. I sent back the email with a "no thank you, you're married" response. And his wife wrote me back. She was funny and gracious and very nice. Her response is the best email I've gotten on that site since I started there.
So me and the wife correspond for a while. She gives me both of their phone numbers and explains the way they feel about each other and about their swinging lifestyle. She says that she can find someone to play with quite easily (she swings both ways), but it's a bit more difficult for her husband. I understand that completely. It seems women are in great demand on that site.
I really like this woman. I love the way she's working so hard to hook up her husband. She sends me pictures. Sweet pictures of them together and him separately. So I agree to meet him for a beer. Friday, after work, I met him in this small bar. We hit it off immediately. Talking kids and lives, his wife and sex. The whole spectrum of topics. I spent 2 hours in the bar with him. It was a very nice meeting. And when I left, he walked me to my car and gave me a hug. Which is the first time any of the men I've met has done that.
I later sent an email to him thanking him for a nice evening and a part of the email was addressed to his wife also, asking if it was ok to call her and get her formal permission to play bedroom games with her husband. The whole situation is..........odd.
I got a 2 part email back. One half from the wife saying to call anytime and repeating her phone number, the other half of the email from the husband saying he enjoyed our meeting too and he thought I was sexy and fun and I needed to quit procrastinating and call his wife so that we could set something up. It was funny, the two of them.
I spoke to the wife for a long time. She's nice and funny and wonderfully sexy. We giggled like old girlfriends. But I think I kind of turned her on too because her husband sent me an email that said she woke him up at 2am for some middle-of-the-night games.
I'm at the point where I have tentatively set up a meet with the husband. And if things are going very well, maybe to bring the wife into the mix or even another man.
My boundaries are expanding farther than I've ever expected them to with this site. I have always been an inflexible person. Black and white on most issues. But sex seems to be one place where I am ok with a lot of gray. With fuzzy lines between what I used to consider right and wrong, good and bad. Which may or may not be a good thing. We shall see.
Friday, October 12, 2007
I'm evil. ;)
Are "couples baby showers" common everywhere, or is it just a Texas epidemic?
I got roped in to helping throw one for a co-worker. The expecting Mom invited 150 people, plus a guest each. Yes, Flowers, that is potentially 300 people at a frikking baby shower!!!! Insanity!!!!!!! And though a few of the hostesses actually DO have homes large enough to accomodate everyone (yes, I'm serious!), we rented a place for the shower.
Ugh.
So.
Night before last, Myyyyyy Preciousssssss rings. I wish I could play Muscles' ring tone for you here, because it is an absolute scream. It's called "Mexican Nut Dance" (look it up on cingular!), and there's whipping sounds and howling. Loves it.
Ok. So.
Muscles calls to tell me his psycho girlfriend has broken up with him for at least the 20th time. I do my usual consoling...."You deserve better.....She doesn't deserve you.....You're so nice, wonderful...." etc etc.... He brings up the couples baby shower.
Yes Flowers, as one of my co-workers, Muscles was invited too.
Now that he expects to be girlfriendless on Friday, he was panicking. "Do I still go? Do you think that would be weird? What do I do? What do I wear?" etc etc etc...
After talking about it for a while, he decides he isn't up to going.
Understandable. I don't want to go either! LOL
Sooooo......he asks me if I would mind buying something for the baby and putting a tag on it that says it is from him. I'm going to see him on Sunday, and he'll pay me back. I'm cool with that.
I begin asking him what he wanted me to do.....baby clothes? A teddy bear? Something from one of her three gift registries? And he hems and haws, and can't decide.
And a thought pops in to my head.....
And I start laughing......and laughing......AND LAUGHING......
I believe his response was something along the lines of "Oh shit!".
I tell him I have the PERFECT gift in mind. He becomes very quiet, which of course makes me laugh even harder. So....I spring it on him.
"A breast pump".
You know Flowers, I sure I wish I could write well enough to fully capture the sheer terror I created in that man.
As I said in the title of this post......I'm evil. ;)
On a side note, how cool is it that the man who used to make me trip and fall and make a complete and utter ass out of myself everytime he even looked at me, now turns to me in times of crisis? I'm his go-to girl, and I really like it!
Knowing him, he will give in to getting back together with the psycho girlfriend by Saturday, but I think I definitely enjoy being his "sub".
*blink*
Oooooooooooooooo!!!!! Double entendre!
*wink wink nudge nudge*
Off to daydream something rather naughty......
;)
PS.
Now he is pimping me out to his friends. I have to buy another baby present and put Muscles' underling's name on it. Too frikking funny!
PSPS.
If you haven't responded to the poll about Single Grrrrl taking a 21 year old's virginity, please read the next post. Heart you, my pretty pretty Flowers!
I got roped in to helping throw one for a co-worker. The expecting Mom invited 150 people, plus a guest each. Yes, Flowers, that is potentially 300 people at a frikking baby shower!!!! Insanity!!!!!!! And though a few of the hostesses actually DO have homes large enough to accomodate everyone (yes, I'm serious!), we rented a place for the shower.
Ugh.
So.
Night before last, Myyyyyy Preciousssssss rings. I wish I could play Muscles' ring tone for you here, because it is an absolute scream. It's called "Mexican Nut Dance" (look it up on cingular!), and there's whipping sounds and howling. Loves it.
Ok. So.
Muscles calls to tell me his psycho girlfriend has broken up with him for at least the 20th time. I do my usual consoling...."You deserve better.....She doesn't deserve you.....You're so nice, wonderful...." etc etc.... He brings up the couples baby shower.
Yes Flowers, as one of my co-workers, Muscles was invited too.
Now that he expects to be girlfriendless on Friday, he was panicking. "Do I still go? Do you think that would be weird? What do I do? What do I wear?" etc etc etc...
After talking about it for a while, he decides he isn't up to going.
Understandable. I don't want to go either! LOL
Sooooo......he asks me if I would mind buying something for the baby and putting a tag on it that says it is from him. I'm going to see him on Sunday, and he'll pay me back. I'm cool with that.
I begin asking him what he wanted me to do.....baby clothes? A teddy bear? Something from one of her three gift registries? And he hems and haws, and can't decide.
And a thought pops in to my head.....
And I start laughing......and laughing......AND LAUGHING......
I believe his response was something along the lines of "Oh shit!".
I tell him I have the PERFECT gift in mind. He becomes very quiet, which of course makes me laugh even harder. So....I spring it on him.
"A breast pump".
You know Flowers, I sure I wish I could write well enough to fully capture the sheer terror I created in that man.
As I said in the title of this post......I'm evil. ;)
On a side note, how cool is it that the man who used to make me trip and fall and make a complete and utter ass out of myself everytime he even looked at me, now turns to me in times of crisis? I'm his go-to girl, and I really like it!
Knowing him, he will give in to getting back together with the psycho girlfriend by Saturday, but I think I definitely enjoy being his "sub".
*blink*
Oooooooooooooooo!!!!! Double entendre!
*wink wink nudge nudge*
Off to daydream something rather naughty......
;)
PS.
Now he is pimping me out to his friends. I have to buy another baby present and put Muscles' underling's name on it. Too frikking funny!
PSPS.
If you haven't responded to the poll about Single Grrrrl taking a 21 year old's virginity, please read the next post. Heart you, my pretty pretty Flowers!
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