A Sexual Adventure

Texting While Masturbating...

2021-08-18T18:59:00.000-04:00

...leads to this. To the marvelous C:

Getting out the vibe for the third time today. Pressing the tip to my clit as I imagine your hard cock pressing against my tight asshole. You slide in slowly, filling me until you're all the way in and just hold there, leaning down to kiss me deeply as I begin to orgasm, lost in you.

I break the kiss briefly to say one word, "Now."

You somehow push slightly deeper into me as you start a steady stroke inside my ass, in and out, stretching me as my pussy begins to drip. You pull out of my ass briefly and slide two, maybe three fingers deep in my cunt, attacking my g spot with force and my head is spinning wondering if I'm going to squirt. You manage to fit your cock back in my ass with your fingers still inside my pussy and I am determined to keep the tip of the vibe directly on my clit despite the delicious distraction of my holes being full of you.

I feel your hand inside me move and start a stroking motion along with your cock traveling in and out of my ass and I realize you're trying to stroke your cock through my body. I feel a deep sense of being just a toy for you to use.

You call me filthy names as your cock expands slightly, stretching me farther open as you start to cum deep in my ass. You slam one last time into me and I lose control, screaming, shaking, my ass clenching your cock so hard it nearly pops out.

I swear I can feel your hot juices pump into me as you force your girl cum covered fingers in my mouth. I lick them happily loving the taste of myself on you.

I must have been enjoying that enough to make you want some as well, so you slide your softening cock out of me. As I clench my asshole shut to keep your cum inside, I'm suddenly surprised by your mouth on my pussy, your tongue pressing inside to taste as much of me as possible, your lips sucking on my already swollen clit, the sensation of which is *almost* too much and I can't decide whether to push you away or give in.

I give in of course, my hands in your hair directing you to perfect spots as my orgasms roll over my body, one on top of the next until I'm a writhing unintelligible soaking wet mess with an ass full of your cum.

I fade in and out of consciousness as I'm vaguely aware that you leave the room. I wake up to your kiss, still wet with my juices, and then your freshly washed cock, semi hard, pressing between my lips. "I'm not done with you yet, slut. You have more holes to fuck" you say as you press your cock deeper in my mouth. My tongue swirling on the head gets your attention as you begin to firm up and grab my hair as you start a rhythm fucking my mouth.

(C interjects here: "This is so fucking excellent! I couldn't help myself, and have been reading it while at dinner with my boss.)

My head is still reeling from all the previous orgasms so I'm almost happy to let you take over, using my mouth instead of having to put in the usual work of giving head. The power trip gets you rock hard once more and you slide in as deep as you can into my throat, cutting off my air, me doing my best to hold it there and not choke, tears welling up but determined to let you enjoy my mouth around your whole cock.

You finally release me and say "turn over, whore" and I'm too dazed to move as I'm catching my breath so you flip me over and pull my hips back so I'm up on my knees with my tits pressed against the bed and my back arched.

A few choice slaps of my ass get dangerously close to my cunt which is still very wet. I try to keep my ass clenched to keep your cum inside but everything is so wet down there I can't tell if it's just my juices or both of ours mixing together.

You shove two fingers in my cunt all too briefly to pull out my wetness so you can lube up your cock, making sure you're nice and hard. I look up to see you in the mirror as you do the same, our eyes meet as you grab my hips and plunge into my soaking cunt making positively filthy sounds while I absorb the impact to my cervix. I shift slightly as you growl and find the energy to fuck me even harder than you fucked my ass, allowing the angle to hit my g spot and I can't stop making inhuman sounds as I lose myself in being filled with you once again after far too long.

My body begins fucking you back instinctually, our wet bodies slapping together so loudly the neighbors had to hear, your balls slapping against my clit in the most delightful way, the head of your cock pressing on my g spot at the perfect angle and I was in the closest thing to heaven possible.

As I begin to orgasm for the umpteenth time my cunt grips your cock despite how wet we are and the feeling is deep and unending. My pussy was determined to keep you inside me as long as possible, reveling in being stretched and filled by cock which was seemingly designed for this exact purpose.

At this point you're barely moving and I'm doing the work backing myself up onto your cock in the perfect rhythm at the perfect angle to try to send you over the edge once more.

I wasn't sure if it could happen twice in a row that quickly but I was determined to try. I turned my body sideways, allowing for a different angle of penetration entirely that surprised you. I pulled you closer to me, making you fuck me deeper as we kissed and then suddenly even you were surprised that you were filling my cunt with another load.

I begged for you to stay inside me as I found the vibe once more and pressed it against my clit, wanting to remember the feeling of being full of your cum and your cock as I came so I could savor the memory of everything we had just done for as long as possible.

"Thank you for taking my ass."

2015-08-10T19:56:00.000-04:00

A relatively innocuous conversation that began online got naughtier once it turned to texting. He had a long time fantasy of being pegged.

"You've come to the right place."

"Wanna make this happen tonight?"

Why not?

I made him bring cider and we sat and chatted for a bit so I could get a sense of what he really wanted. From his response of "I just wanna get fucked", I could tell he was a newbie to D/s things so I was nice about the experience - at first.

Made him strip down to his boxer briefs and teased him with my touch and fingernails for a while up and down his body, watching him grow hard in his shorts. I removed them and was treated to the sight of a decently thick cock.

"I might have use for this later, but that's not what you came here for."

I made him get on all fours and I put on a glove and grabbed the lube. He was rather hairy so it was difficult to find his pucker which proved to be a hassle for most of the evening, but I persevered. He was so tight I had no idea how I was going to get a cock in him at all.

Before that night, he'd said he'd only had fingers and plugs inside him before, but never a cock, and he'd been fantasizing about a girl fucking his ass for over a year. I told him to relax and eventually squeezed two fingers inside him, massaging his prostate gently and watched his cock grow hard beneath him. I made sure to put a towel down in case his cock leaked from the anal attention.

I started with my vibrating plug to get him to open up a bit more. He was concerned about the feeling of needing to shit so he got up 3 or 4 times during the evening to run to the bathroom which was a bit of a mood killer but I wanted him to be comfortable so I texted a friend while he was out of the room.

I never got the plug fully inside him as the base of it is rather wide. I had him turn onto his back at some point so I could see his face and better be able to judge his reactions since he was pretty quiet.

Eventually I turned on the vibration of the plug and he enjoyed that...and started rubbing his thick cock. He wasn't super hard but I think he wanted some other stimulation on top of what was happening in his ass.

He really wanted to be fucked so I got out my smallest dildo and began using that on him with my hands. He really liked that one and wanted me to put it in the strap on but I knew it would be too small to fit with the cock ring I currently had on my harness. He seemed disappointed as he turned back over on all fours. I pressed my body against his ass as I pushed the cock in with my hand and ran my nails down his back to mimic the idea of me fucking him.

After doing that for a while, he consented to me using a larger toy in the harness even though he didn't think it would fit. He was always asking for more lube, to the point where I told him if he were to come back, he'd owe me some.

It took me a minute to get myself in the right position to be able to control my cock inside him, to get the right angle. I had one knee up and was doing lunges into him. Eventually he was completely face down on the bed, his cock rubbing against the towel, his face pressed into the bed right against the wall, my full body weight on his as I thrusted inside.

My animal instincts came out and I began to bite his neck and back and growled in his ear about how much of a slut he was for traveling over an hour to get his tight ass fucked by someone he just met.

He moaned loudly at each thrust and kept saying "thank you for fucking me" and begged me to slap his ass. I tried to get him to call me Mistress at one point but I think he was too lost in sensation to think clearly enough about that so I let it go.

At one point I had my hand over his mouth and I was fucking him pretty deep and he was loving it but eventually I could tell it was getting to be a bit much for him. I asked if he wanted to flip onto his back so he did - sideways on the bed so I could stand on the floor and fuck him. As much as I liked being dominant over him face down and pressing him into the mattress, I also enjoyed the zen look on his face as I pumped in and out of his tight ass.

We took a break when I got a text from a friend that was dropping by to pay back some money he owed me. I removed the harness but told him to hold the cock in his ass and brought him some water. I was gone probably ten minutes and came back to him in the exact same position, on his back with his legs in the air, cock held firmly in his ass.

I started to fuck him again with it but I could tell his ass was pretty worn out so I stopped. He then asked for an OTK spanking. His cock was hard against my leg as I slapped his ass and rubbed it intermittently. telling him all the while how naughty a boy he was. I drew my nails along his back when I was done and he sat up.

Earlier, I had told him how wet fucking him was making me, so he asked if I was still wet.

"Uh, yeah, where is it gonna go?" I laughed.

He asked if I wanted to fuck and after all that I definitely wanted a cock inside me. I sucked him a bit and relished at how he grew hard in my mouth. I handed him a condom and asked how he wanted me and he said from behind so I got on all fours on the bed.

He saw how wet I truly was and slid all the way in immediately and started fucking me hard with no pretense which was exactly what I needed. He was hitting bottom in a great way and I didn't even rub my clit...his cock filled me up perfectly and I just kept cumming. He eventually had me face down on the bed and I crossed my legs to make my pussy tighter and was screaming into the mattress.

We shifted positions a bit and his cock punched my cervix hard and it hurt! I almost wanted to stop but I repositioned myself to be able to take more and told him to use my pussy to cum so hard, and he did. He was done soon after and I was dizzy from getting railed like that. It was awesome.

I knew he was grateful because he texted me the next day:

"Thank you for taking my ass."

Maybe next time he can take the double ended toy. ;)

Fulfillment

2015-07-09T01:25:00.000-04:00

We hadn't seen each other in a week since O had been out of town. He started texting me old photos of us fucking that he was using as masturbation fodder, which I found incredibly hot. While he was gone I had had a few dates but one ended after dinner and the other couldn't keep it up so my body was feeling extra needy. We both had plans for most nights this week but decided to squeeze in a session before dinner with mutual friends the next day.

This wasn't a normal need, a simple desire to fuck and cum as many times as I want and be done. No, I needed him to use me. I directed him to a fantasy on this blog to read that night as he was touching himself, and on my way to work I recounted via text the fantasy I had had that morning that made me cum so hard - details of how I wanted all of my holes to be used, to be denied orgasm, to be tied up and there for whatever he desired.

It takes a long time for me to trust someone enough to truly let go and submit, but he has become an expert at knowing what my body is craving and giving it to me...eventually. My words kept his cock at full attention at work and he had to ask me to stop so he could relax before going into a meeting. I relished the thought that my dirty thoughts had such an effect on him, this gorgeous man 5 years my junior.

I nearly ran out of work and rushed through a few errands before arriving at his house, already sweaty and wet between my legs, remembering our conversation and wondering if the fantasy would become reality. He came downstairs to answer the door and said no more than hi before I pinned him against the wall and kissed him deeply. He was taken aback for a second and then grabbed the back of my head and I could feel the desire in his lips and tongue.

We retreated to the bedroom and I was thankful for the A/C. He was already shirtless but took off his shorts and as I struggled to strip off my clothes across the room I pretended with some niceties. "Hi, how are you? How was your day? I don't care, at least not right now. I just want you." He smiled and I noticed his stunning erection already.

"I've been thinking about this all day. I cut this rope in half and these scarves can serve as a blindfold and a gag." I instantly became wetter at the prospect of rope and the fact that he'd been planning all day to use me. As I cooled myself in front of the A/C for a few moments before we began, he kissed me more and it took everything in my power to be patient and not just jump him right there. He slid his fingers between my legs and saw how wet I already was.

I was directed to sit on the bed and had my wrists bound together. Then came the blindfold and gag - I am an awfully loud slut - and then my legs were bound above my knees. I was still too warm but content in my binding. As he tied my legs I felt something wet on my toe, and realized he was already so turned on that his cock was dripping.

I was on my back, and had to play "come and get it" with my mouth to find his cock. I was right, he was dripping a fair amount of precum. He asked if I could taste it and if I liked it. I lapped it up greedily, trying to figure out an angle where I could fit his cock in my mouth. I was moved back so my head hung off the bed and then he was able to fit his cock in my mouth much more easily. Having his cock in my mouth was just making my other holes feel more needy. I wanted him everywhere at once.

He stretched my bound arms above my head and had me grip his cock, then applied lube to both my hands. He asked me if I knew what that was for, and I said to jerk him off with. "Wrong! You're going to tease yourself...you're just not allowed to touch your clit." Between my legs was already a wet sticky mess, I certainly didn't need lube! But I did as I was ordered and teased my pussy lips as he slid a toy in my mouth.

"Suck on that, show me how much you want to suck my cock again." I licked and sucked and teased myself and showed him what a good girl I can be. I realized the shape of the toy with my tongue and could forsee where it was going. He withdrew it from my mouth and there was a pause and next thing I know my legs are being lifted above my head and there is lube being spread in my asshole and the plug is being shoved deep inside roughly, a delicious mix of pain and pleasure. "Gotta get that asshole ready for my cock." I shivered at the thought.

He rolled me onto my side and placed his cock back in my mouth and I was happy to have two of my holes filled at once but still desperate to have something in my pussy. He had me get on all fours and then sat down so I could suck his cock more directly. He reached down and played with the plug in my ass and spanked me hard as I took him deep in my mouth.

"Your mouth feels so good, baby, but I think it's time to switch it up. He rolled me onto my back again, inserted two fingers into my cunt and I found his cock again with my tongue. "Do not cum," he ordered. I adored the feeling of his fingers against my G spot and it was really difficult not to go over the edge.

He removed his fingers after much too short of a time and also pulled the plug out of my ass leaving me feeling empty. But, soon enough there was a toy shoved in my molten cunt and my ass was filled with his gloriously hard cock. I lost control of my mouth, thanking him repeatedly for filling me up and using my ass for his pleasure. "Wait, why are you talking? Get that gag back in your mouth." He paused long enough to fill my mouth up with scarf and then began to plow my ass extra hard, seemingly as punishment for speaking out of turn. I was loving that he was using my naughtiest hole to release his built up desire. It hurt a bit after the plug but I was there for his use and I was going to take everything he was going to give me.

He took a few more strokes in my ass and I thought he was about to cum but he stopped himself, which I found surprising. He slid the plug back in my ass and unbound my legs and took off my blindfold so I could see him for the first time. Despite the A/C, it was still warm in the room and he had worked up quite a sweat. He put on a new condom and went to work fucking my pussy. I was so wet there wasn't much friction but I was loving him filling me and hitting bottom as I had been craving all day long. I begged through the gag to cum but was denied as he just kept plowing away. I grunted and moaned into the gag, and he commented that I looked like I was in pain. I shook my head.

"You're just on edge, aren't you?" I nodded emphatically. It was almost painful to not cum when all of my buttons were being pushed in quick succession. Finally, he said I could cum and my eyes squinted and my body exploded and my legs wrapped around him and pressed my clit into his body and I completely lost track of everything as I screamed into the gag.

It took me a few minutes to come back to earth and I was so lost in my own release that I thought he had cum with me but he hadn't. He needed to take a break for a bit to cool off...fucking me so hard really started to wear him out. He unbound my hands took off the gag and fingered my cunt for a while. After he got hard again he immediately went back to jackhammering my cunt. He's often pounded my pussy in the past when he is about to cum, but this was most frantic and intense I'd ever seen him. Nothing was going to stand in the way of his orgasm and he was going to use my cunt to send him over the edge as soon as humanly possible. I loved watching his face as we came together and he nearly collapsed on top of me.

I could have stood to lie there motionless for an hour or two, but alas, we had dinner plans. My legs were like jello but somehow I willed them have me stand so we could shower and wash the lube and sweat and cum off of each other before being around others. The sheets were a mess! We were late to dinner but I had no regrets - I could almost still feel him in my ass as we carried on usual conversation with our unsuspecting friends.

Tied up

2014-11-28T20:59:00.000-05:00

Daddy came home from work and found me naked, spread eagle on the bed. He stopped in his tracks, blinked, and reached in the drawer where the rope was kept.

"You're such a slut, babygirl. You'll open your legs for anyone who walks through that door. Good girls keep their legs closed. I guess I'll have to teach you that lesson the hard way."

I looked down, slightly shameful. "Yes, Daddy. I want to be a good girl." He grabs my legs and forces them together, using the rope to bind my thighs just above my knees. He then orders me to put my hands together in front of me, and ties my wrists together with the same piece of rope used on my legs, essentially molding me into the fetal position. I look up at him with wide eyes, attempting to anticipate his next move.

"There, now you'll keep your legs together."

He leaves the room and I'm incredulous. Is he just going to leave me here like this? I hear the fridge open and close a few times, and he returns with a sandwich. He calmly sits in a chair, watching me, eating the sandwich almost silently. I wanted to scream out - "Daddy! I'm right here, naked and tied up! Use me!" but I knew my words would be fruitless. He would either use me or he wouldn't, and nothing I could say would change his mind from whatever he had planned for me.

He finishes the sandwich, places the plate on his dresser, and approaches me. Standing so close to me looking down, he feels like a giant.

"Aw, babygirl, I suppose you might be hungry too." Before I had a chance to respond, he had undone his fly and shoved his half hard cock in my mouth. "Make me hard, slut."

I did my best from this awkward position on my side of working my mouth on his cock. Occasionally it would slip out and he would slap my face with it, muttering "take it". Eventually he gave up on me trying to please him and just grabbed the hair on the back of my head to hold me still and thrusted into my mouth. He knew I struggled with wanting to please him the way he desired while still having a gag reflex, so he was merciful with how deep his thrusts were and letting me breathe for a second before sliding his entire length into my throat and holding it there. There were tears streaming down my face by my cunt was also dripping.

I had my eyes closed and was concentrating so hard on Daddy using my mouth that I didn't hear him grab the lube. The next thing I knew, there was a finger, maybe two, shoved into my tight asshole. No warm up, no prep, no warning - but I was grateful for the lube. I subconsciously moaned/screamed around his cock due to the surprise invasion of my naughtiest place.

"Shut up, whore. You know you love having all your holes used, especially this one." He began to fuck me with his fingers then, and I nodded, mouth still full of cock that was sloppy with all my saliva and his pre-cum. Daddy was always right - I did love having my ass penetrated. "Besides, I haven't even begun to use your ass yet."

I was secretly hoping my mouth would get a break and he would fuck my ass in this position, but to no avail. He continued thrusting into my mouth as he leaned over to do something out of my sight. I learned quickly that he had grabbed my favorite dildo off the bedside table. This was a rather thick toy, one that I used for pleasuring my needy cunt as it hit my g-spot perfectly. I don't think it had ever been used in my ass until that moment.

I did my best to stay quiet and continue pleasuring his cock with my mouth as he stretched my tight ass open with the thick fake dick. It hurt a bit but I also enjoyed the feeling of being full. I couldn't tell if it was lube or the juices of my pussy but I was definitely a mess between my legs. He slowly fucked my ass with this toy, each time a little deeper until it was firmly planted as deep as possible.

I was desperate to orgasm at this point, but not even sure I could from that position - and I knew I shouldn't cum until told to anyway. To keep myself from going crazy, I squeezed my thighs together, hoping for any sort of friction on my engorged clit. It helped only slightly - I really needed to have something touching my pussy - a finger, a tongue, a cock - anything would have sent me over the edge.

Daddy finally took his cock out of my mouth. "Do you want to cum, babygirl?"

I wanted to beg to be allowed to orgasm, but thought it was too soon so I went with the standard response, breathlessly - "Only if you want to me to, Daddy."

He began fucking my ass again with the toy. "But does having your ass used make you need to cum, slut?"

I was suddenly embarrassed and nodded slowly.

"Speak, babygirl! Tell Daddy what you need right now."

I didn't know what to say...I wanted everything all at once. "I need you to use my pussy, Daddy."

He rolled me over and squatted down, now eye level with my stretched-open still-stuffed asshole and my sticky cunt. He was so close, I could feel his warm breath on me as he spoke.
"Oh right, there is one more hole we haven't used yet. But wasn't the lesson for you to keep your legs together and not be such a slut? But of course, you're such a filthy whore that you want it even when your legs are forced to stay together."

It seemed Daddy couldn't help himself with his face so close to me - he slowly ran his tongue up one side and down the other of my outer pussy lips. I knew he loved how I taste and if he wasn't trying to teach me a lesson, his face would probably be covered in my juices at that moment.

"Beg me. Convince me to use your third hole."

He went back to using my ass as a I struggled to find my words. Once I began I couldn't stop.

"Please, Daddy. You've turned me on so much, my cunt is so wet and would feel so good for you around your hard cock. You can fuck my greedy cunt as hard as you want for as long as you like. If you leave that toy in my ass, my cunt will feel even tighter especially since my legs are pressed together. Please, Daddy, I really want you to use all of my holes, all of my body for your pleasure."

That last part, "all of my body" etc. must have given him an idea. Or maybe it was his plan all along. He rolled me onto my back - I thought it was so he could fuck my cunt. He shoved the toy deep in my ass and wedged the end of it against the mattress, saying "hold this here". He then climbed onto the bed and straddled me, sliding his cock between my large tits - what a tease! The way my arms were tied to my legs caused me to be holding my tits together in the perfect way to be fucked. As he slid his cock up and down, he told me to lick the head of his cock as it appeared, and he pinched and pulled at my nipples, seemingly making my cunt even wetter - if that was possible.

I was really frustrated by this point - I love the visual of his cock in between my boobs and the rocking motion caused the toy in my ass to move slightly in pleasurable ways. But my cunt needed to be filled. Finally, my desperate need overrode the notion that I was there for Daddy's use and whatever he wanted.

"Daddy, please! My cunt is so needy - please fill it with your hard cock. I swear I'll go crazy if I don't feel you inside me really soon! Please Daddy, use my dripping wet pussy, make me cum, please Daddy!"

Daddy took his cock out from between my tits and slapped me across the face with it. "You fucking slut. I'm gonna give it to you so hard you'll never beg for it again."

He climbed off of me and flipped me over, face down, ass up, making sure the toy stayed inside me. He then shoved two fingers into my cunt. "Fuck, you're a wet slut." He then reached forward and shoved those wet fingers in my mouth as he slammed his hard cock deep into my cunt, pressing the toy even deeper inside me.

"Is this what you wanted, babygirl? All your holes used at once? You're so fucking naughty."

Around his fingers, I attempted to speak. "Thank you, Daddy! Thank you so much for using all of my body, all of my holes. Use my pussy and make yourself cum, Daddy."

He then began thrusting and I began to beg to cum, again without thinking. So much stimulation without orgasm left me so desperate.

"Please, Daddy, please let me cum around your hard cock. I want you to feel how good you make me feel."

He wasn't buying it. "You can cum when I cum, slut. And I'm not done using you yet."

He pulled out, pinched my clit briefly, and then went back to pounding away at my cunt. "Yes, Daddy! Thank you, Daddy!" was all I could say, over and over again.

At some point, he began to alternate strokes of his cock fucking my cunt with the toy fucking my ass. I felt so full and used, and still needing to cum so badly.

Finally, he grabbed my hips and slammed into me fully. He muttered "cum now, slut" as he emptied himself into me, and I saw stars as I finally came harder than I thought possible.

I must have passed out. I woke up in the same position but was untied, and felt something between my legs. Daddy was using his tongue to gently lap up our combined juices and I woke up to another orgasm building.

"You're such a good girl. You really will let Daddy use you however he wants. Now cum for me again, I want to taste it."

I closed my eyes and let his tongue explore me, and before I knew, I felt another orgasm wash over me. He came up to lie next to me and kissed me, letting me taste myself on his lips. I was so exhausted from all the use, I fell asleep immediately.

Little Miss Luna

2012-08-18T22:08:00.003-04:00

I met a pretty girl a few days ago. I don't usually mention names but her name is so lovely I can't help but call her Luna, even here. She seemed familiar, although a bit shy and somewhat reserved. She was looking for a girl friend to go shopping with, so after work she picked me up and we went to the mall.

The first store we went to didn't seem to have the style clothes she was looking for, but they did have some lingerie, so we picked out a pretty purple bra, since purple is her favorite color as well as mine. It came in a set with another pattered bra. We also found some cute panties that were on sale, so she chose 3 - a black and white striped pair, and animal print pair with purple trim, and a pair of boyshorts with pink flowers on them. They all were super adorable.

We checked out another store with some much cuter outfits, but decided to come back later for that and instead went to look for makeup! We found lipstick in a sexy purple shade as well as bright red (every girl needs to wear bright red lipstick sometimes!), some black eyeliner, and a palette of fun eyeshadow colors that could go with nearly any outfit.

Then we went back to my place. I have a lot of clothes that I've either outgrown or never wear, and although Luna is thinner than I am we were able to find her some cute things that fit. Her favorite was this fuschia patterned dress that made her tits look awesome. With my roommate's help, we found some heels that fit and did her hair and makeup, and made her look extra sexy and gorgeous with a corset.

She was so gorgeous that I just had to fuck her, to mess up that hair and makeup, to see that pretty lipsticked pout form her "O" face. I had to know what that looked like. I figured it was the least she could do for me for all of the gifts I had given her that day.

She decided to take off the dress because it was too nice and didn't want it to get messed up. This proved to be an excellent choice as the evening did indeed get dirty. This left her with the purple bra, black corset, black and white striped panties, and sexy black platform heels.

KH likes to insist that I wear heels when we fuck and I never really understood it until I saw Luna wearing them when I told her to get on all fours on the bed. I loved the look! The heels made her already gorgeous legs look longer, the lacing of the corset tied tightly around her arched back, her beautiful brown curly hair - so gorgeous. She was told to call me Mistress and I was going to show her what being a girl was all about.

I got out a leather slapper and slowly traced lines up and down her smooth legs. She asked what it was she was feeling, and I told her not to ask so many questions and to just enjoy the experience. Her ass looked so cute in those striped panties...but it was so pale. I gave her several slaps, not too hard as she wasn't quite used to the idea, but just enough to give her ass a little color.

Before long she was begging to have something in her pussy. I pulled down her panties a bit and landed several bites on her luscious ass cheeks, all while scolding her for being such a wanton slut. I couldn't resist her request though, I wanted to hear her squeal with delight as I filled her pussy with toys.

First I started with my fingers. My goodness was that pussy tight! I found my way in far enough to reach her g-spot, and she made some delicious noises. I wish I could have seen her face! In the future, I will face her towards a mirror so I don't miss a minute of her reactions. I spanked her ass a bit with my other hand and added another finger. She yelped a bit as I rotated my fingers so I added some lube which helped her relax a bit. However, before I got to use any toys, she had other ideas.

The dirty girl wanted to suck my cock! I had her get on her knees before me and enjoyed her slutty mouth on my thick cock. I told her that she should get it nice and wet because that was going to be inside her soon. She seemed nervous and excited about this all at the same time - I wondered if this would be the first time she'd ever had something so big in her pussy. I told her she was a good girl for sucking my cock so deeply, and then asked if she was ready to have some toys in her pussy. She nodded with her mouthful of cock, so cute!

Back on the bed she went on all fours, and I got the lube and my smallest dildo. I placed it at the opening of her cunt and told her to push back against me. She leaned back and got it all the way inside, but then tried to start fucking it, but I stopped her. I wanted the pleasure of fucking her. I found her g-spot again with the head of the toy which was curved more that my other toys. It must have felt so good she squealed !

We took a break and then this filthy slut wanted to eat my pussy! I laid down on the bed and she eagerly buried her face into me. I held her hair back a bit so she didn't get my juices all over it. Fucking her pussy had me rather wet and she had it all over her face. She looked so hot looking up at me while her tongue explored me.

Soon she was ready for the next toy. Back on all fours she went, and she was so ready...the thicker dildo slid in easily right to the hilt. Then I had an idea! There was a stool in the room that I had Luna sit on while I was doing her makeup. I had her sit on it again, only this time she had the toy in her pussy. I wanted to tell her to sit still, but she was having so much fun fucking herself by squirming and bouncing up and down that I could only watch. She made the naughtiest faces, thanking me for the good idea.

I think her squirming around got her ready for my cock. But before I would let her have it, I made her get down on her knees. As she was leaning down I leaned down with her, my face very close to hers.

"Worship my cock." Those words tasted so delicious leaving my lips. But what was even more delicious was the eagerness in which she attacked my thickness with her mouth. She really wanted to please and it showed.

Then I got her on her back, legs in the air, a pillow propping her up so I could get at her pretty little pussy properly. I loved that she was still wearing the heels as she propped her feet up on my shoulders while I slid my cock into her. I started a slow rhythm and her eyes nearly rolled back in her head she was so happy. I loved that smile.

"Mistress may I see your beautiful tits?" I was so caught up in fucking her I totally forgot I was even still wearing a shirt. I ripped it off and she got so excited! She grabbed my tits and began fucking me back from below. I leaned over and kissed her, continuing to fuck her even more deeply. She loved it.

I knew she'd want to see her pussy being fucked from my angle, so I grabbed her phone and shot a video of me fucking her. I knew she'd want to see what her face looked like with my dick deep in her pussy.

She kept playing with her clitty and I could see that she was close to squirting.

"Dirty girl! Don't cum on that corset, it doesn't belong to you."

We decided that it would best to fuck her from behind. I had no mercy for her pussy at this point...I grabbed her hips and slammed into her hard, over and over again. I knew how much I liked to be railed and I wanted to give her the same experience. This is what she looked like while I fucking her from behind:

She squealed so loudly and squirted all over the sheets. She made such a mess she could hardly believe it!

I loved being able to give her such an awesome fucking. The one regret of the evening was not using any vibrators on her pussy, but there would be another opportunity very soon.

Used, for real this time.

2012-08-13T01:52:00.000-04:00

I texted him when I woke up. "I need to be used." I didn't expect a response at that hour, so I nearly forgot that I had even sent that text. I had been so caught up in my work I didn't look at my phone all afternoon, but when I finally did, I saw this:

"When you get home, take a shower, pour a glass of wine and leave it next to the bed. I will be by to play after work. You're going to be doing some new things today."

"Yes, Sir." I was instantly wet. I could no longer concentrate on anything else for the rest of the day. The more I thought about what he meant by "new things", the more nervous I got. I had some serious bruises from the last time we were together - what would this encounter entail?

I couldn't take it. "I'd ask what new things you are referring to, but I have a feeling you wouldn't tell me anyway."

"I will not. But I think you will enjoy yourself. Make sure your pretty little ass is cleaned up for me."

I was back to being excited. He knew what I needed without me even saying. I needed him to use my ass and I needed it badly.

I received an important phone call right before leaving work so I arrived home later than expected. He arrived as I was just getting out of the shower. I poured the glass of wine and dodged my roommates. At last the mystery would be solved.

He'd had a terrible day at work, said he wasn't feeling appreciated. I told him that he should know that there are people that do appreciate him.

"Well then, come over here and appreciate me."

I kissed his neck gently, asked if he would lie down, then kissed and gently touched him up and down his chest. My lips made it up to his nipple - I gently licked and sucked as my hand moved lower to his inner thigh. As I was transitioning to his other leg, my hand brushed his hardening cock. He was stern. "No! Not yet." I stopped touching his legs altogether and went back to his chest.

I was perfectly happy just touching him and giving him the attention that he deserves, but I was afraid I was missing something. "Is there anything else you desire right now, Sir?"

"No, I'm enjoying this for now. Trying to decide how to go about teaching you new things." I gulped, hopefully not too loudly. I was excited and a bit scared all at the same time.

A few more moments of touching and then he sat up and kissed me. "Go pick out a toy, your favorite. Put on a bra and heels, then lie down on the floor for me." My mind raced. What was he going to have me do with this toy?

I followed instructions, and when I went to lie on the floor, he was gracious enough to offer me a pillow. "Masturbate." My thought process at this point was that he was trying a form of humiliation, him perhaps thinking that exposing myself and showing him how I get off would somehow be embarrassing. This was not the case, I have always found mutual masturbation to be very hot.

I licked my fingers and began rubbing my clit, and then placed the toy in my mouth to get it wet. I don't get off on sucking on a toy, but I'm sure the visual was there for him.

"Am I allowed to orgasm as I wish, or should I wait for your call?" I had to ask, I didn't want to ruin whatever he was planning.

"Keep playing with yourself until I say stop. The idea is to stop right before you cum. But if you cum before I stay stop, it's okay, it just means I wasn't paying enough attention to your body."

Ahh, his lesson today was edging. Little did he know that I normally do this to myself when I masturbate and have for years. I never did it intentionally having learned about it, I just discovered on my own that if I waited, my orgasm would be that much more intense later. The new part of this however was that he was controlling when I stopped and when I could start again.

"This a bit awkward as I taught myself to masturbate face down. But that wouldn't be as good of a show for you."

I came so close to orgasm with my fingers but he caught me and told me to stop. Then when I was allowed to resume again, I started in with the toy, relishing the feeling of being full of cock and the pressure on all the right parts. When he began to see my face contort or my breathing became heavy, he would tell me to stop and pull out the toy.

I looked up at him and noticed he had his phone out, taking pictures and video. I wish I could see them, I've often wondered how I look when I'm pleasuring myself. After he sent me to the edge several times, he finally let me cum, my cunt contracting around the toy. He didn't really give me a chance to come down though.

"Get up on your knees and worship my cock."

He let me take him into my mouth and make my own rhythm for only a few moments and then grabbed my hair and started thrusting. I always liked the idea of being face fucked but could never do it properly, damn gag reflex. But he knew this and didn't go in that deep.

He took his cock out of my mouth and slapped my cheeks with it, not too hard.

"Is this what you had in mind when you asked to be used?"

"That's the beauty of being used, you don't get to decide how."

"A textbook answer."

"Perhaps, but it's true."

He went back to fucking my mouth, and slid it in deep so I would choke a little. He had to show me he was the one in control.

He then had me stand up and bend over the bed, spreading my legs very far apart. I did my best to arch my back the way he likes, but in heels it hurt to stand like that. I leaned over some blankets to help prop myself up a bit. He slides a finger in my ass, opening me up. Between masturbating, having a gorgeous cock sliding in and out of my mouth, and the anticipation of having my ass railed, my cunt was soaked. I loved being a fucktoy and I couldn't wait to see what was next.

Before he slid his cock in my ass, he had an idea. I have a free standing full length mirror in the bedroom. He moved it so it was at the end of the bed so both of us could watch our own depravity. He got back behind me and slammed his cock in my ass. I wanted to watch myself but I closed my eyes at the combination of pain and pleasure that was radiating from my backside.

"The rule today is that every time I allow you to cum, you'll look in the mirror so I can see your face."

"Yes sir. Thank you sir for using my ass, for letting me be your fuckslut."

I loved watching us, I couldn't believe I hadn't thought of using the mirror sooner. I begged to cum. He denied me and fucked me faster.

"You look so hot fucking me, I love seeing my ass bouncing against you. Please sir, may I cum?"

He let me this time, and I did my best to look in the mirror but couldn't keep my eyes open. I got lost in the pleasure. KH made some grunting noises of his own - I thought he had cum in my ass, which is something I'd wanted to happen for a long time. But alas no, he wasn't finished with me yet.

He then had me get up on the bed so I was looking directly into the mirror, and he got behind me, wrapped it up, and started plowing away at my pussy. He slid in easily because I was so fucking wet.

"I love the way your tits look right now." I had to agree, I was sporting some major cleavage as my breasts were barely supported by the bra I was still wearing.

"Thank you sir for using all of my holes. You always know exactly what I need."

Between watching my breasts swinging, his face contorting behind me, and his cock filling me up so deliciously, I was desperate to cum again. I think I even began to fuck him back a little, relishing the sound of him slapping against my ass.

Before I could even ask to cum, he flips me over onto my back. I hold my legs apart and back while he goes in deep. He's still looking in the mirror even though I no longer have the same view.

"I've never seen what I look like fucking. I rather like it."

He fucks me hard and deep and I can tell he's about to cum. Normally I relish the idea of cumming with my partner, but this wasn't about me, it was about him using my slutty body for whatever he wanted. If he wanted to fuck all of my holes, to merely use me for his pleasure and then leave me there, that was his right.

He didn't leave me hanging though. I think he realized mid-orgasm that I was just lying there waiting for permission to cum with him. I came just after him, wrapping my legs around him. I probably shouldn't have done that, but I really wanted him to stay inside me as my orgasm rolled over my body. I clenched around his cock, trying to hold him inside. I loved the way he felt inside and I always hated when that had to end.

Everything about the evening was perfect, it was exactly what I needed. I thanked him several times. Also, I didn't cry! But that was probably because he didn't spank me. As much as I love being spanked, I liked having one experience without it. As much as the pain and the crying is a release for me, it's selfish of me to always want that. I need to learn to let go of my needs and be there for his.

Smile

2012-08-06T18:45:00.000-04:00

It had been over a week since KH and I had been together. He had been busy and I had been ill. Still, I wanted him so badly that when he asked if I wanted to fuck, I told him I still wasn't feeling the greatest but that I would try.

When he came over my roommate answered the door, and we all made small talk for a bit and eventually my roommate said he was going to bed. KH kissed me before we walked into my room. Tender, gentle. I loved it but knew it wouldn't last. It couldn't.

He raised my hands above my head and left them there, and kept kissing me, my lips, my neck. He left me there as he emptied his pockets and kicked off his shoes. "Are your arms tired yet?" "A bit, Sir."

"Get on your knees and worship me."

I was more than happy to worship his gorgeous body. I kissed down his chest quickly, then concentrated on kissing his hips. I unbuttoned his shorts and pulled everything off. I was greeted with a delicious cock that I took into my mouth. I tried very hard to be good, keeping my teeth covered and working up a nice rhythm. The noises he made were indication that he was enjoying my ministrations. "Look up at me, I want you to make eye contact when my cock is in your mouth." He had a good idea, it was much hotter to watch his face as I tried to swallow his cock. His hands were in my hair, guiding me along his shaft. I loved servicing him.

He then told me to kiss my way down his legs and worship his feet. As I leaned over to kiss his feet he grabbed the crop and hit my ass with it a few times. I'm not sure if he hit my asshole or my pussy but it hurt and the tears started to fall. He said he didn't mean to hit my pussy and I believed him.

His phone kept going off, and he kept checking it and answering whoever was messaging him. I didn't know what to do so I just kept kissing his left foot. "Why are you still on that foot? There's a whole other leg to worship!" I felt stupid for not realizing that this was what he wanted but also hurt that his phone was seemingly more important to him than the girl worshipping at his feet. Still, not my place to say anything so I kept my mouth shut.

He then had me get up and sit on the bed. "It's been too long since we've fucked." He told me to lie down, then pulled my legs apart and almost dove right in. "Are you forgetting something, Sir?" I had made a request for him to use protection since I had been on antibiotics all week. He complied and then went straight to fucking. Since I had been ill, I hadn't even touched my pussy in a sexual way for nearly a week so I wasn't sure how my body was going to react to suddenly being fucked. It was a little intense at first but the act of having his cock in my mouth had turned me on enough to make it bearable. I had missed his cock inside me.

Yet, as he's fucking, his phone was a priority - he seemed more interested in it than me. I wanted to ask who he was talking to, to know why he felt it was okay to go through the motions fucking me when he obviously felt there was something else more important to attend to. But then I remembered that I'm just his toy, to be used at his discretion, and I knew that anything I would have said at that moment wouldn't have mattered or made any sense. Instead, I thanked him for fucking me.

He finally gave up the phone, reached down and found a pair of my black heels and put them on my feet. They had been left out from a previous session, and he really seemed to enjoy my legs in the air donned with these shoes. He then said that he wanted punish me, but couldn't think of a good reason to because I had been such a good girl. This made me happy because I try so hard to be good to him, but at the same time I really wanted to be spanked whether he thought I "deserved" it or not. He knew this. "Maybe I don't have to spank you just because you deserve it, maybe I should just spank you because I want to. I like it better when you deserve it though. But maybe I should punish you as a reward, because you really like to be spanked, don't you, you little slut?" "Yes, Sir."

He had me get on all fours. I cringed at the feeling of the crop running along my back. "You went out of your way to make sure I could orgasm tonight inside you, and this first strike is your reward."

"One, thank you sir."

"You were so good earlier at sucking my cock, it seems I can no longer punish you for errors, I can only reward you with this next strike."

"Two, thank you sir."

"You left these shoes out so I could see you in them, and this next strike is your reward."

"And since you love being my little pain slut, I must reward you with this next one."

"Four, thank you sir."

"How many total should we give you? 10? 15? 20?"

"As many as you want to, Sir."

"30, I think 30 will do nicely. Keep counting. What number are we on?" This seems to be his magic number.

"The next one is 5, Sir."

Most of the blows landed on my ass, but a few were on my back and those ones hurt rather badly. I kept proper count and breathed through the pain. I have a love hate relationship with it. There was one blow in the middle where he sort of missed and I didn't count because I subconsciously knew that he was going to do it over. I was right, he said that one didn't count and hit me again, much harder in the same place.

"I don't care who else fucks you, but I'm going to mark you so they know that you belong to me. Who does this ass belong to?"

"To you, sir."

After count 25 he got impatient and got up on the bed behind me. My cunt had to have been dripping from all of the beating. He entered my pussy and for as good as it felt, I kept concentrating on the numbers as I feared this was a test. If he thought he could mess up my counting with his cock - I desperately wanted to prove him wrong.

He kept fucking and eventually told me to cum. As I was cumming, he hit my back again. "26, thank you sir." I was proud of myself for remembering what number we were on and I probably smiled but was glad he couldn't see me do that. On strike 29 he sort of missed again, and I said out loud "that one doesn't count, Sir". He told me I was a good girl for realizing that. I smiled a hidden smile once again.

He got through the last couple of counts quickly and dropped the crop, grabbed my hips and began to pound my pussy. I could only imagine it from his point of view, his body bouncing off of my marked-up ass, his cock disappearing inside of my cunt over and over again. He pressed me forward, leaning on me as he fucked, getting inside of me as deep as possible. My pussy was starting to hurt a bit - after a week of no activity, the sudden intense fucking was a bit much after it had been prolonged.

He then wanted me to fuck him back from that position, and I don't know if I was too wet or just at a bad angle, but I could feel his cock bend back on my second stroke. I immediately began to cry and apologized for hurting him. I fully expected another beating in short order, but I didn't get one. Instead, he laid back on the bed, seemingly spent. I laid next to him but didn't touch him - I wasn't sure what he wanted at that point. He said he wasn't done and I told him I wasn't sure how much more my pussy could take. I still wanted so desperately to please him but didn't know where this was going.

He told me to get on top of him, and I couldn't get the correct angle because the shoes I was still wearing were cutting off the circulation in my toes and he told me I couldn't take them off. Eventually he realized they were in the way and took them off of me but by that point I was getting a cramp in my foot and generally just felt like a major disappointment.

I was ordered to get off of him, then he pushed my head down toward his cock. "You'll have to do a really excellent job through a condom." I hate the taste of condoms but at this point it tasted more like me than anything, but it was still sort of awkward. I did my best though, and he seemed to like it. I began rubbing the spot just below his balls, and he was in heaven, telling me to do it harder. He eventually gave up on fucking me any more at least for the moment and ripped the condom off saying "I want to feel you" and I gave him my best effort at getting him off, rubbing and sucking and trying to look into his eyes although it was difficult from the angle I was sitting. He really loved how I was rubbing him, even saying that it felt like he was orgasming even though he wasn't cumming. I loved knowing that I could do that for him.

"I want to feel you inside me, do you have any gloves?" A long time ago, I had bought a box of purple exam gloves when I was fucking this girl, but never got a chance to use them. I remembered where they were, and jumped up to get them. Unfortunately, my glasses were on the floor from when I threw them off earlier to suck his cock, and I stepped on them and broke them. I didn't care though, I wanted to please him and this seemed like a perfect opportunity.

He began rubbing himself as I put on the glove and got the lube. It was hot just watching him lie in the middle of my bed touching himself, with so much desire in his eyes for what I was about to do to him. I positioned myself between his legs, and he demonstrated on my nipple the amount of pressure I should use once I was in there. This was not to be, he eventually wanted me to press much harder than that.

Despite our previous engagement where I had fucked his ass, this was the first time I had ever had my fingers inside him and I loved it. I moved in slowly, making sure that he was ready. He tried to explain to me the spot he wanted me to reach and I told him that I knew where it was, I was just moving slowly so that I didn't hurt him.

When I found the spot, his eyes nearly rolled back in his head. I'm sure I had a smug smile on my face but I couldn't help it. I loved knowing that I could bring him this much pleasure. I eventually switched to using my middle finger as it is slightly longer and I could get a better angle. I experimented with different techniques, pressing directly up, rubbing side to side, in circles, etc. and listened to his words and his body to tell me what was working and what wasn't.

He continued to touch himself throughout this. I had thought that I would take this over, either with my other hand or my mouth, but I liked that this was something we were doing together to get him to that place he so desperately needed to be.

I loved watching the expressions on his face as he was about to cum. I just kept the same motions inside him as he jerked himself faster. I smiled as I watched his thick juices pour out of him. I ever so slowly began to withdraw my fingers, and he offered his hand to me to clean off. I licked his fingers clean, then I took his cock into my mouth. I could feel his body tense as I gently licked and sucked him, the sensations post-orgasm seemed rather intense for him. I got a tissue to completely clean him up.

"I can't even move right now." "You don't have to."

He then said he wanted me to spoon him and that he wanted to stay over, thinking these were odd requests. I didn't think they were odd at all, but it was interesting to realize that this was the first time someone had slept in my bed with me since SM moved away.

I was happy to kiss his back and caress him until he fell asleep. I was still slightly in awe that he was there at all, let alone completely sated from something I had done. It didn't take him long, he was asleep rather quickly.

After he was asleep, I laid on my back so as not to completely lose feeling in my arm. The pillows were not arranged in a proper manner for us both to use them so I grabbed some smaller blankets, one to lay over me and one to use as a pillow. He eventually rolled over onto his back as well, his hand on my thigh. I wasn't sure if that was intentional or coincidence, but I enjoyed being close to him nonetheless.

I woke up around 4am, used the restroom and came back to about a foot of space where I had been sleeping. I knew this would be useless, so I slept on the floor until about 6am. I wondered if he even noticed I was gone.

In the morning, maybe around 10am, we were both awake. He simply asked, "Morning sex?" I sarcastically said no. To me it was completely obvious that were going to go at it again that I found it silly that he even asked.

He put his hands behind his head. This was my cue to worship his body. I began kissing down his chest, then decided to tease his cock a little, running just the tip of my tongue up and down the length of it slowly. When I eventually took him into my mouth, he moaned, loving the feeling of warmth surrounding his cock. I worked up to a nice rhythm. He held my hair back, not to direct my motions but so he could see what I was doing. He had taught me a trick to help with deep throating since I still have a terrible gag reflex, so I tried that a few times as well.

He eventually told me to turn around so he could eat my pussy while I continued working his cock. I was rather enjoying his tongue, but so often during 69 I get distracted by what is happening to me instead of what I'm doing. To counteract this, I employed a simple rhythm that I could do mindlessly while enjoying his tongue exploring me.

He had me sit back on his face, nearly smothering him. I tried to use my hands on his cock, but I was off balance, so I arched my back and just let myself enjoy it. Even though we weren't really in a scene, I still asked if I could cum. He mumbled a positive noise from underneath me and I came all over his face.

I sat up, told him thank you and kissed him. "I love it when you taste like me." We instantly dove back into each other, my mouth devouring his cock and him eating my cunt as though it were his last meal.

He told me to get up. I didn't even have time to balance myself before he pinned me down on the bed. He then kissed me gently. This is his M.O., demanding yet gentle - a total mindfuck. He spread my legs open wide and wasted no time, just fucking me really intently. He's said in the past that he likes dirty talk and he definitely likes compliments so I just started talking, making sure to end all of my sentences with "Sir".

"I love watching your face when you fuck me, Sir."

"I love it when you use my body for your pleasure, Sir."

"I love the way you pound me, Sir."

"Who am I kidding I like everything about you, sir."

"Well, it's time we did something about that." Before he even finished his sentence he slapped my left breast from the side, and didn't even miss a stroke in my cunt. Then I felt him pull my right breast inward, his teeth gnawing into my side. I whined because not only did it hurt (it still hurts as I type this), but my pussy was starting to burn as well. I had gotten too happy in that moment, and he had no choice but to put me in my place.

He then had me turn on my side and put one leg on his shoulder and went back to fucking. I'm sure he could see the unhappy look on my face but I tried to keep quiet. My pussy just didn't feel right and my thigh was not accustomed to being stretched in that manner. Eventually I made some sort of noise and he asked what was wrong. "It hurts, Sir." "Why didn't you say something?" "Because you were having fun, Sir."

He laughed and pulled out and put my leg down. I must have been holding my breath unwittingly because I gasped and then began to sob. I was a disappointment and I knew it. But he wasn't going to let me be one. He was going to use me until he'd had enough. He turned me onto my stomach so he wouldn't have to see me cry while he kept on fucking. I bawled into the sheets, biting them so I would make as little noise as possible. I couldn't understand why it burned so much.

A glimmer of hope appeared when I heard him mutter "oh fuck" and I could tell he was close to cumming. I wanted him to reach that end because I didn't know how much more I could take but I also wanted to make sure he was sufficiently pleased. I was afraid that he would stop himself from orgasm and bend me into some new position, but he didn't, he just pounded away harder until he shot his load.

When he pulled out and there were no longer the sounds of fucking to drown me out, he asked why I was crying. At this point it was more tears of relief that it was over and that I didn't have to ask him to stop before he came and having him be mad at me for that. I told him that it hurt and he got angry and asked me why I hurt and I told him I didn't know. I crawled to the edge of the bed by the wall and curled up, still crying and apologizing for being such a disappointment. I wanted to be exactly what he needed at all times, and despite how much I try, I knew either my body or my mind would always let him down.

He ordered me to shut up and stop crying. I bit my tongue to try and stop myself but it was difficult. He told me to take deep breaths, in through my nose and out through my mouth. I couldn't breathe out of my nose at all because I'd been crying so much, so I sat up and got a tissue and tried to breathe like he asked.

He told me that I was done apologizing, and I said that I'd probably have something in the future I'd need to apologize for. "For today, you're done apologizing." He was very firm, so I simply said "Okay". "Is there anything else I can do for you sir?" "Smile." "It's difficult, Sir." "I know."

At this point he was already half dressed - I could tell that he wanted to get out of there. Yet still, he held me close, my face pressed to his stomach. "Thank you for being so good to me, Sir. I probably don't deserve it, but thank you anyway."

"Do you remember last night, when you had your fingers in me up to the hilt? That was one of the best orgasms of my life." "I'm glad you enjoyed it, Sir. We can do that anytime you like, I have a whole box of gloves." I smiled. "See there's that smile!" "Forgive me sir, I enjoy doing naughty things to your bum."

We kissed and as he was walking out, I mentioned that he never asked how I got this bruise on my breast. He said, "it doesn't matter" and closed the door.

5 hours of fun - Part 2

2012-08-03T18:18:00.000-04:00

He had me get on all fours on the bed. "Spread your legs, arch your back, present yourself to me." It wasn't the most comfortable position, but I knew it turned him on to see me in those stockings with my ass and cunt pressed toward him. I was scared of what was going to happen next.

He decided that 30 would be a good number of strikes. This sounded horrifying but I went with it. For open hand strikes (at least the ones I had become accustomed to from CW) this was nothing, but the crop? I had no idea where it would land or how hard it would be. I knew nothing except that I had a safe word and that I inexplicably trusted him. I needed to prove that I could do this, not to him, but to myself. This is what I had been craving for so long, I had to know that this was really what I needed and not just what I thought I needed.

I counted and thanked him for each stroke, even the ones that hurt. Strike 14, I believe, he hit my pussy. I don't know if it was because he missed or because he wanted to see if I could take it. I yelped so loudly - I had no idea I could even make a noise like that, let alone involuntarily. It stung so badly I began to sob. His words then were apologetic, and I could tell he was considering stopping the entire thing. I couldn't let that happen, I needed this. I needed to breathe through the pain, to know that I could take it. I told him I needed to go on, that I wanted him to finish. The rest of the strokes are a mere blur, I think I had hit subspace at this point. I loved it. I was his good little pain slut.

It was decided that to keep us going through the evening that we needed some artificial help. Despite this making my experience that much more intense, it also allows me to remember less of the details of the rest of the evening.

Things I do remember:

- My ass being pounded in all positions - on my knees, on my back, on my side even. I begged to cum but was denied. I needed the release so badly - I loved that he was using me for his pleasure. He finally said I could cum when he did - but he pulled out and released all over me so I didn't get the satisfaction of having his cum inside me.

- The rattan cane flogger. While fucking me on my back, he grabbed this toy (that I had fully intended for use on my ass) and began hitting my breasts. One of the strikes hit the ends of the canes rather close to my nipple and bled a bit, it left marks for quite a while. I don't remember it hurting so when I saw the marks in the mirror later, I was surprised.

- A crop mark on my inner thigh that lasted a week. I don't know how he can leave a red mark that never bruised, but I loved seeing the mark there.

- Photos. I remembered that he had snapped a couple pics of me in various compromising positions, photos that he said were for his own use, but he had asked if he could post a pic of my ass online. I barely remembered this until I saw it for myself. I had never thought to look at my ass in the mirror after he left so this was a fun tidbit for me. My pussy gets wet every time I look at it.

- Him cumming twice. I remember being surprised that he was able to cum a second time, but the time duration in between the two occurrences is completely unknown to me. I just know that he used my body for his pleasure in every way possible and I couldn't have been happier.

- Time flying. I remember looking at the time when he left and I couldn't believe we had been going at it for 5 hours, with maybe a 5 minute break somewhere in the middle. I loved that I could keep him interested for that long, and only hoped I would see him again soon.

5 hours of fun - Part 1

2012-07-30T04:25:00.000-04:00

I dressed up for him - I haven't done that for anyone in years. His specific request was for stockings and heels so I made sure to have them, along with a bra that I was spilling out of, a waist cincher and black panties with red cherries on them and a floor length red robe tied just under my tits.

I was nervous waiting for him, not exactly sure what I gotten myself into. I was afraid of disappointing him, as I felt I had the last time we were together. I had waited for this for so long, I really didn't want to mess it up.

He said he was impressed with what I came up with, despite my telling him I'm not one much for lingerie. I was in awe that he was in my house, in my bedroom, and could only imagine the fun we were about to have. We kissed, then I sat down on the bed to show off the stockings he requested. He seemed to enjoy them.

He was really there to be fucked, so just the robe came off of me but we got him completely naked. I relished the sight of him as he laid down on my bed sideways, spread eagle. I never in a million years would have thought this would happen, him eager and willing to let me have my way with his ass.

I got down on my knees, and placed a pillow under him so he was at the proper angle. My nails were too long to warrant fingering him so I started with beads, nothing too large, to serve as a warm-up.

We talked through it, to make sure he was ready for the next bead and that I wasn't hurting him. I had a whole host of toys and wanted every last one to make it inside of him.

I loved watching his face, the pain that evolved into pleasure as each bead disappeared into his willing ass. I slid his cock into my mouth once most of them were in, and his eyes nearly rolled back into his
head. I enjoyed giving him this unique pleasure.

He became a bit uncomfortable once they were all in, so I slowly withdrew them. Up next was a vibrating plug, one of my favorites. It was too large to get all the way in at first but he definitely enjoyed the vibrating sensations. I wish I could have recorded just the looks on his face. "Let's make that the end game, I could totally cum just from that."

From there we moved on to a dildo...while small in diameter it has a interesting curve to it. I slid it in as far as I believed that special spot to be and then rolled it in a circular motion.

At this point, he was eager to see me with a cock of my own. We chose the double ended one, and struggled a bit with the straps as it had been a while since I had last used it. Of his own accord, he got own on his knees and sucked my big purple cock. I gently guided his head as he worked it, enjoying the gentle sensations inside of me from the other end. "I've seen this done in porn and it never really did anything for me, but in person, it's really hot...mmm..."

"Let's try that last toy and if it slides in easily than I'll let you fuck me with this." Considering how unsuccessful my last attempt to fuck a boy in the ass was, I wasn't going to hold my breath. But the opportunity to take him like that, it was almost too much to imagine.

I got out the next toy, my favorite one. "My friend calls this my David Bowie dildo because it's silver and sparkly." This toy has a slight curve, but mainly just gets slightly larger as you move toward the base. I used lots of lube this time, wanting to make sure I didn't hurt him. I slid it in ever so slowly...he barely moved at all and so I just kept going. He asked at one point why I hadn't put it in very far and I told him it was about 2/3 in...he reached down to feel it because he didn't believe me. Holding the toy inside him, I stood up and leaned over to kiss him. I began to fuck him gently as I kissed down his body. "You're ready for my cock, aren't you?" He nodded.

I had invested in some under the bed restraints months prior to this occasion, but had never gotten the opportunity to use them. I was glad I had saved them for him. I really thought he would use them on me but he turned around on the bed and actually started to put himself in them. I tightened the straps, and leaned back. This is something I never expected to see - KH in my bed at all was shocking enough. But in restraints, it was too delicious.

I grabbed the lube, pushed his knees to his chest, and prepared for entry. It was difficult to get the correct angle at first, but it was so worth it. I loved feeling the pressure on my clit and inside me as I pressed into him. The restraints weren't working as well as either of us had hoped as they are designed to have all four extremities in them at once, so I pinned his hands over his head and kept on fucking. I kept watching his face to catch any glimmer of him being uncomfortable but I didn't see anything but pleasure. My cunt was dripping at this point,the entire thing was so intense.

I soon realized that being the one doing the fucking was exhausting! I sat down for a moment, and then had an idea. I pushed my cock down and attempted the lotus position. It seemed to work at first, but after a while I could tell it wasn't the proper angle for him. I had every intention of flipping him over and fucking him from behind but he had other ideas.

"Is there way to leave that strapped on but pull it out so you can sit on my face?" He was totally topping from the bottom, but how I could resist his tongue exploring my cunt? I'm always a little nervous about sitting on anyone's face, I don't want to smother anyone...but sometimes I think this is the point. The strap on got in the way so I took it off and let him have his way with my cunt. I must have covered his face in my cum I was so wet.

After I came we took a break for a bit. I thought he would want me to fuck him some more, but he had much more intense ideas. I had mentioned something earlier in the evening about needing a spanking. Somehow, I had forgotten that this wasn't going to be an open hand spanking where I get to touch myself and cum whenever I want to. I was about to get the most intense beating of my life.

The tables have turned...

2012-07-24T13:47:00.001-04:00

He all but begged to come over back in January. A boy I chatted with a bit on Fet that didn't go very far had randomly reappeared wanting to fuck. But not just fuck, to dominate me, something I'd been craving for a long time. While I've had men that have taken control, those experiences didn't contain the "yes sir" and the power exchange that I'd been dying to experience. This gentleman, although 6 years my junior, seemed to really know what he was doing. His various photos and related commentary seemed to show that others were willing to submit to him, and so was I. We'll call him KH.

He took a different angle than I had expected, sitting down in my living room and asking me about my day. This didn't last long however, I was not about to let it. I needed him and whatever he was willing to offer. He asked me my safe word, and soon as it left my lips I was instantly on the bed via his hand against my throat. He was not playing games - he meant business.

He left bite marks on my chest, I cried when he teased me with the crop, scared of him hitting my pussy. I didn't expect to cry and felt embarrassed, but he seemed to eat it up. It was a delicious sense of release. I got down on my knees and sucked his cock. Before I knew it, I was on all fours getting my ass railed without any warm up, being told I couldn't cum until he told me to. It hurt, but I relished the pain, the attention, the knowledge that he was using me for his pleasure. It wasn't about me, it was about him, and I loved being his toy.

The next day I was on a flight to LA and could think of very little but him and the experience for the rest of the trip. I tried to explain to him in text how and why the experience was so significant to me, but he didn't seem to understand or care. It was frustrating, but I also understood that he has just gotten out of an intense relationship and I was just a distraction, among many other girls. I just couldn't get him off my mind...I wanted more.

KH had posted a wish list online, mostly small toys. He had told me I was too loud when we played, so I picked the ball gag. I eventually told him who sent him the gift, and when I ran into him in the bar, he asked why I sent it to him. I told him that although I wasn't sure how I felt about the idea of being gagged, but I wanted to please him and thought that he could use it on me the next time we played. But that "next time" remained elusive.

The internet eventually told me he was in an exclusive relationship. Despite his ability to dominate many girls at once, I could tell that he is much more comfortable being with only one woman, and perhaps bringing in other play partners on occasion. Despite my desires, I was happy for him, and had all but written off the idea of seeing him in my bed ever again.

Still, he had this effect on me that I couldn't shake. He was my main source of material for masturbation fodder, and yet when I saw him in public I couldn't help but be bitter that we hadn't been with each other again. Bitter and wet.

One day he posted that he had lost all his contacts and wanted people's numbers. Not saying who I was, I texted him and expressed an interest in submitting to him again AND his woman. He wasn't really sold on the idea, most likely because he didn't know who I was but also because he alluded his woman being quite busy and not having much time for him, so I could understand that for the time that he was with her, he'd want her to himself.

A few months later I was with a group of friends at a local bar, one of which was an old friend that had moved away but was visiting for the weekend. KH started talking to this friend and I was drunk and probably glaring at him, so he tells my friend "We fucked and now she hates me, so I should probably go." Forgetting about our "anonymous" conversation, I texted him to say that I didn't hate him. I wondered if his mind would change about my proposition now that the source had been identified, but I wasn't about to ask.

A little later that night I go outside and find one of my best friends engaging in a literally 10-15 minute long hug with him. People do strange things when drunk, but I was just standing there feeling awkward and jealous but unable to walk away. I still wanted him - I couldn't help it. I hated that he had such an effect on me, especially when I seemed to have virtually no effect on him. I was just another number. But on some level that was also hot, to know I was included on such a list, albeit for an extremely brief experience.

I did my best to put him out of my mind. I started fucking a few new people, nothing kinky but still satisfactory. I was willing to wait until my upcoming move to a much larger city to try and seek out any kinky people. However, there was another boy on Fet that was looking to be used by a girl with a strap on. I love giving people their first experience so I agreed to let him come visit.

That same evening, before this new boy came to visit, I noticed that KH had started a kinky tumblr blog which posted updates to twitter. Of course this was too tempting to resist looking at. One of the posts showed a .gif of a man being pegged with a big black strap on and his caption was "I need some of this, today, now." He had mentioned to me previously that he can "take it in the ass like a champ" but I didn't think this was ever something he would crave, it just seemed against his dominant nature. Still, I sent him a private message saying "Oh I'll most likely be doing that later tonight".

I had completely forgotten I had sent this until a week later when he sent a message back asking me what I referencing and that I should I text instead. I couldn't pass up the interaction even though I'd been trying to avoid him.

As soon as he found out that I am willing to peg, he said that he may have to visit me because it had been far too long since he had been properly fucked. My pussy immediately became wet at the mere mention of the idea that he would offer his ass to me. He explained that his relationship had become open and that he could play with whomever he wished. After craving him for over six months since the first time we played, I couldn't help but be amused...now I had something that HE wanted. A flip of the power exchange that I wasn't really expecting but I liked it more than I thought I would. Still, when he mentioned that he might go "full sub" I was bit sad. I relished the idea of giving him what he was craving but also feared that I would respect his dominance less if I saw him in such a state. Still, I was willing to try, and what actually happened was much more fulfilling than I ever could have anticipated.

Office Sex, etc.

2011-06-23T12:56:00.000-04:00

I've only worked here 6 years, and finally was able to hook up in my office. It wasn't long after 5pm but it was on a day my boss wasn't in since she usually worked late. I hadn't seen C in forever, he had a lot of personal drama going on and I wasn't about to get involved. But one afternoon he began texting me, desperate to see me. I wasn't quite sure when the cleaning staff came to the office, but was willing to take a chance.

I shut the door behind me and turned around. His mouth attacked me, his large lips enveloping mine, hungry and filled with need. I can feel his erection pressing against me already. He apologizes in advance for not keeping up with his shaving (he usually keeps his member completely smooth) but I didn't mind, I liked his cock for it's size, not for the absence of hair. He undoes my pants and slides his hand underneath my panties and is greeted with a wet pussy. I remembered the times we had been together before and wanted it all again, except this time, in a much more taboo locale. The mere thought had me dripping.

His fingers expertly bring me to a shuddering orgasm - my knees buckle and I nearly collapse in his arms. I push him back in my chair and get on my knees. I needed his cock in my mouth and I needed it immediately. I took him in my mouth as far as I could. He reiterated previous notions of him not really enjoying blowjobs unless I was the one performing them. I smiled around his cock and quickened my pace. I looked up and watched his eyes nearly roll back in his head. He eventually stops me. I thought I had done something wrong, but he just really needed to be inside me.

My desk had too many things on it to be bent over it properly so we chose the floor. I laid on my back and relished the full feeling in my cunt when his huge cock entered me to the hilt. I needed to be fucked hard and fast, no playing. He tried to slow down but I wouldn't let him, bucking my hips up from floor needing more and more of him inside me. I was able to reach one small orgasm before he flooded me with his cum. Needless to say I was disappointed, this was not the fucking I had envisioned! He tried to finger me again after that but the moment was lost. He claimed that my blowjob had gotten him too excited. For someone older than I, I thought he would be able to control his orgasms but apparently not. I mean, I guess it was nice to know that I get him so excited but still.

Later that evening, I ended up seeing SM and sleeping in his bed. I hadn't yet showered but it didn't matter, we didn't do anything sexual, we just cuddled. When I woke up in the morning, the sunlight pouring over his body was almost too much handle, he was so beautiful - an image forever burned into my memory. I didn't want to leave but I had to.

That night, I met up with my RW and our mutual friends. Again, everyone passed out and we stayed up talking forever. Out of nowhere, he grabs my hand and puts in on his junk, then leans forward to kiss me and then somehow in all one motion pushes my head down. "No one ever taught you proper head etiquette, eh? All you have to do is ask!" I remove his pants and take his cock into my mouth. He's awfully quiet so I'm not really sure if he's into what I'm doing but then I realize he probably doesn't want to wake anyone up. Eventually he leads me to his room and bends me over and fucks me from behind. This is definitely fucking for the sake of fucking - no passion, no romance, just sex. I completely respect it. While the details aren't all that sexy, I still come a few times and don't regret the experience. I wonder though if his sister (my friend) could hear since her room was right next door.

Where should we go?

2011-06-12T02:15:00.000-04:00

A friend's brother and another girl came to town late one Friday night. I thought they were dating, but on Saturday I learned that they weren't. I wasn't immediately attracted to the kid but the more he talked the more I became interested. Still, strange ground to try and discover when he's related to a pretty good friend.

A group of us were hanging out, and one by one everyone crashed but the two of us. We went outside to talk so he could smoke and our voices wouldn't bother anyone. We talked about everything, but as most conversations go, eventually it turned to relationships and sex. I gave him my standard diatribe on how I eschew the ideals of the traditional relationship, which I have realized is basically the intellectual version of saying I'm DTF.

We were sitting rather close, and I can't remember who kissed who first but quickly we realized we needed to fuck but weren't quite sure where to go. My place was a bit of a walk, the back of our friend's truck was considered but I feared it would be too noisy. He grabbed my hand and led me around the back of the apartment building, to the side that faced the woods. I knew that our friend's windows may be open and that they could hear, so I tried to be quiet as I got down on my knees to take him in my mouth. I didn't get much chance to pleasure him this way as he pulled me back up, kissed me roughly and yanked off my pants.

I was a Girl Scout once, so I was prepared...I had a condom in my pocket that I handed him. He put it on quickly, then pressed me face first into the brick and came at me from behind. I nearly bloodied my lip as I bit it to keep from screaming out loud as he entered me forcefully. It was exactly what I needed.

We are about the same height, so for him to penetrate me fully, we would need a different angle. I pushed back into him and leaned over farther, grabbing my calves and pushing my ass out. I was just the right way to get him to hit the spots I needed to cum hard. He pounded me and came rather quickly but I was still able to cum with him.

We redressed and went back to the porch, and not long after the friend he had come to town with woke up and started talking to us, even asking him why his fly was down. I was pretty sure she had a crush on him so I found the entire situation hilarious because I was pretty sure there was no way she could have known that we just went at it. Also, I never told my friend that I had fucked her brother. She probably wouldn't have cared but I'm pretty sure he would have been weird about it, and why would I want to create an awkward, unnecessary situation?

Memorial Day Weekend

2011-05-29T01:53:00.000-04:00

After hours with friends at SM's place. I ask if I should stay or go, he says stay. We go to bed soon after that. He strips naked before going to bed but I only take off my pants. We immediately embrace. He says "if I'm teasing you too much you don't have to do this." It had been a few weeks since I had been here...I wasn't really thinking about sex, I just wanted a hug. "This is all I've wanted to do for two weeks, just hold you." He hugs me tighter. "Sex...is just icing." He pulls back a bit, looks me in the eye, and then kisses me deeply. "But sometimes it's just nice to do that." "Indeed." We realize that me still wearing a shirt is awkward, so it's removed. We continue to kiss and eventually I feel his fingers slide under my panties and inside of me, feeling my wetness. He finds the right spot inside and sends me over the edge. I'm compelled to keep relatively quiet and instead grab him tightly. He kisses me as I come down from ecstasy. I explain that there are 2 different types of girls, those that build up to one orgasm that may or may not come, and girls like me that can keep on orgasming forever if allowed. I think this was my subtle hint that I could have cum a few more times but I could tell that he was tired. We change our embrace naturally and settle in for sleep. I commented on how with some people I toss and turn but I like that he and I fit together. We pass out and the next morning I give him a back rub and we get lunch together.

*****

As I was hanging out with friends, SM calls says he's having after hours. I meet new some new people, and we stand on porch and chat for a long time. They leave, then SM and I listen to music. The Pixies, then the Mountain Goats, then Do Make Say Think. I love singing along to the Mountain Goats with him, it's a moment. In the middle, he asks "Why do I feel uncomfortable right now?" "Are you cold?" He wasn't wearing a shirt and we had just been outside to smoke. Shakes his head. "I shouldn't feel uncomfortable around you..." I say that I'm sorry I make him feel that way, it's not my intention. "And once again I'm hammered and you're not." "I'm used to it, don't worry about it." He says he needs to go to bed soon as it was almost 5am.

He again strips naked for sleep, I leave my panties and tshirt on. We embrace, his leg between mine, my leg over his hip. "I feel like all I do is tease you." This was sort of true but I never believed it to be intentional. "Nah, what makes you say that?" "Because i'm always too drunk to do anything". "I don't expect anything when I come over here. I just like to spend time with you." This was the truth. He grabs me and holds me so tight. I was happy to be on the same page with him, and expected to fall asleep in that exact position.

He goes in for the most intense kiss out of nowhere, and I'm taken aback for a second and apparently don't seem as into it as he would like. "Don't hold back." In between attacking him with kisses, I explain: "I'm not...I just never know what you want...you're really hard to read...you said you wanted to go to bed...so I believed you". I was practically on top of him at this point. He starts scratching my back intently, his thigh wedged between my legs, his mouth on my throat. I pull away long enough to remove my shirt. Simultaneously he pulls off my panties. I pull him on top of me. He sort of missed when he came in for the kiss, and I adjust a little under him and admit "You may or may not have just licked my eyeball. That was pretty funny." We both laugh hysterically and he rolls off me for a moment. He mentions "I'm so glad we can laugh about these things." "I think we have fun, right?" I ask. "Hell yeah we do." "And that's what it's about."

Somehow we went from laughing to him pinning my hands above my head, kissing down my body, until his fingers began to explore me inside. I was not quite wet and it hurt a little. I waited to see if my body would adjust but it didn't, so I advised "not so deep". He listened, and pulled his fingers back a bit and found a spot that hadn't been hit in a long while, pressing deeply downwards. I begin having explosive, convulsive orgasms - if his fingers weren't inside me, I could probably be mistaken for having a seizure. Somehow he ended up on my side of the bed, and I was perpendicular to him. "I have you figured out. I stay shallow and then press when you squeeze my fingers." I had no idea there was a method to the madness but I loved every second. I think my vagina squeezing him was involuntary which made it that more interesting. He came up and let me taste myself on his lips. I get very comfortable after so many orgasms and him by my side. After a moment I move back to where we had started - we had to find his pillow, it had somehow migrated in the craziness of my orgasms.

Coming down from my orgasm high, I sigh, "You're wonderful." His response? "I'm a fucking asshole." There is a really long pause. "I'm a fucking asshole who happens to like you." I smile. "I like you too." I fell asleep happy.

When you lay off the whiskey...

2011-04-27T21:30:00.000-04:00

...good things can happen.

Coming down from a trip, I find myself on an epic journey to after hours at SM's place. Everyone leaves around 4:30, and by 5, he was ready to go to bed. We climb in bed and immediately spoon. His arms surrounding me, he kisses my shoulder, a seemingly perfect end to a wonderfully eventful day. I expected it to be cold so I left my hoodie on, but it wasn't, so as soon as I took it off I was met with his lips on my neck and his hands on my tits. He had said that he needed to crash because he had a lot to do the next day.

He's been so unpredictable that I wasn't sure if this was a "let's make out a bit before we pass out" moment or something more, and then he started grabbing for my clothes. He really loves my tits...who could blame him?

"Do whatever you want to me." "Oh don't you worry about that." I kiss his smooth downward as I reach for his fly. I treat myself to a deliciously hard cock. I'm perpendicular to him, but turn myself around as he reaches between my legs. "Spank me." One hand comes crashing down on my ass as two fingers from his other hand explore me inside. I increase the speed of my mouth on his dick, moaning around it as he finds all the right spots in my cunt.

I climb on top of him and slowly lower myself on him, relishing the feeling. I try to start a rhythm but can't quite get the right angle so I ask if we can switch places. He agrees but is slow to do so, wanting to kiss my neck. I lean down and suck his cock again, enjoy my taste on him. In one fluid motion, he flips me on my back, bends my knees back and enters me forcefully, deeply, intensely, hitting places he hadn't before. I couldn't stop cumming, I never wanted him to stop but despite the lack of whiskey he still didn't orgasm.

We pass out. My alarm went off at 12:30, as I thought he would need to get up but he doesn't, so we fell back asleep for an hour. I wake up and kiss his neck a little, he doesn't respond but is awake. He asks, "What time is it?" I reach for my phone on his side of the bed and as i'm looking for it under the pile of clothes, he spanks my ass a few times since I'm leaned over him. "Almost 2".

I look back and can almost see the "that should be enough time" look on his face. He flips me over and kisses me deeply, passionately. I can feel him getting hard against my leg. As we kiss, he rolls onto his back and without hesitation, my mouth is surrounding his cock, giving it my best effort. He responds with thrusting motions and delicious sounds of pleasure. Sometimes he's so quiet I never know if I'm doing it right but this time it was obvious. "You sure do know how to do that, and I really appreciate it. I replace my mouth with my hands for a moment to respond. "Well, I have been doing it for... [I couldn't remember how many years]...a while now." I smile, flip my hair out of the way and go back to what I was doing. He guides me to turn around enough for him to finger my pussy again while I continue. When a guy is really into it I can keep sucking cock just as long as my jaw doesn't go numb. It makes me so wet, just thinking about his cock moving in and out of me. Makes me want it in my pussy or deep in my ass. I wonder what it would take to get him to fuck my ass? Hmm...

Anyway, I took a break and kissed him and immediately he's rolling into me and sliding his leg between mine. I had redonned my panties for sleeping purposes, so I reached down and pulled them out of the way so that my dripping cunt would rub against his thigh. The purpose being a cross between needing to be pushed over the edge and wanting to mark him with my cum. I came hard, shaking in his arms, clawing at his back, not caring about what sounds I made. I think this threw him into a frenzy...he threw me onto my back, pried my legs apart and just started fucking. I needed it so badly, to be fucked like that, hard, no pretense, no "Is this ok?", nothing gentle, just stiff cock pounding into me. I was so wet he slid out a few times but was not dismayed, just kept right on going. I couldn't stop screaming "YES! FUCK ME!" over and over again. After several orgasms, he shifted a bit and started a different spot that really got to me, and as a huge orgasm rushed over me my legs clasped around his back and I kept him from thrusting for a bit so I could grind my clit against his body. He seemed to be convulsing a bit too so I thought he came too, which would have been wonderful but no matter what we do he never does. He could see that I was satisfied so he got up and went to the bathroom, came back and started to get dressed for work. I wondered if any of his coworkers would be able to smell me on him.

What's happening?

2011-04-10T17:14:00.001-04:00

After taking a hiatus from hooking up, SM and I delve back into bed after a rather strange dinner party. We 69, he eats my cunt like he forgot what it tasted like and wanted desperately to remember. He takes a break, starts talking about his issues with a mutual friend while still lounging between my legs. I'm confused, are we fucking or having a heart to heart? I call him out on it.

"Are we talking about that or are you gonna eat my pussy? I'm down with either but not at the same time." I turn back around, we both laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation and pass out.

In the morning, I wake up around 10 and try to wake him up with my mouth. He barely moves, so I go back to sleep for a bit. I try again in a few hours, he's more receptive to it this time. I knew he said that he didn't want to hook up anymore - I took it as though he respected me as a friend too much to be hooking up with me the same way he did random girls from the bar. But now we've gone back to it...I'm not sad about it. I concentrate on giving him the best blowjob possible, and he seemed to be really into it. At some point he stops me, flips me onto my back and starts to fuck me silly out of nowhere. This goes on for a few minutes and then he gets up and starts to get dressed. Smacks my ass and says, "This has been fun, but you've got to get the fuck out of here."

How rude. He did need to go to work, but that was the first time I was kicked out as opposed to us walking out together. I go to leave and he's standing in the doorway, smoking a cigarette in my way. "If you want me to 'get the fuck out of here', you've gotta get out of my way." He moves, I walk out without looking back.

Did he regret hooking up after making such a point not to? I have no idea but he did call me the very next night to come over.

A spanking lesson...

2011-03-13T21:38:00.002-04:00

Randomly at the bar on a Sunday, and I run into SM of course. The place is pretty dead but we get invited to hang out with some people we've met there. Turns out I vaguely know the people whose house we end up at, and hung out til 4am, blasting various things on vinyl and generally being ridiculous. Seeing as I have to work in the morning, I keep hoping that SM decides he's ready to leave at some point as clearly I want to go with him either to his place or mine. I thought he went to the bathroom at one point, and when he doesn't return for quite some time, I go back to that part of the house to realize he's dipped out the back door and disappears. Slightly angry, I say goodnight and start my trek home alone.

As I'm walking in my front door, I feel my pocket vibrating. He's calling me to come over, and explains that his conversation with a guy at the party was pissing him off and that he needed to leave before the situation escalated. I guess that was a smart move? I agreed to come over only because I was still dressed and had my coat on and I had been waiting to hang out with him all night. Had I already been in bed...I probably would have stayed there or told him to come to me.

We went straight to bed as soon as we got there considering the time and all. He begins to kiss me, intensely, and then lies back and says something a bit surprising. "Why don't you make a move?" Usually he's all about making the moves, and seeing as I've always felt a little lucky to even know him let alone be in bed with him, I've always been happy to go with the flow of the situation.

I figure he said this for one of three reasons. a) He was tired and wanted me to "make moves" so to speak because he was took drunk and didn't have the energy. b) He actually wanted me to dominate him, at least in that moment. c) This was code for "give me a blowjob".

At that moment, I didn't care what the reason was, I just wanted him. No thoughts, just went for his fly, taking him in my mouth. He was only semi-hard but I still enjoyed the feel of him there.

In retrospect, the answer to the above question was c), as it wasn't long before he insisted on reaching between my legs, turning me around, fingering me and burying his face into my cunt.

Perhaps he had a hangnail or something because his fingering hurt at first but eventually became wet enough from his licking. He's never had problems finding my g-spot but somehow the combination of his fingers ministrations and his mouth created a unique experience for a few moments. He was confused because he didn't seem to think he was doing anything new. I tried to explain via hand gestures but it was too dark to truly understand. I just didn't get why he stopped because whatever he was doing felt amazing.

He got up for a moment and returned to find me face down on the bed, still rather turned on. He laid on top of me for a moment (a feeling I love), then he gives my ass a playful smack and falls to the bed next to me. I tell him not to tease and lament that I no longer have someone that can seem to spank me properly. He steps up to the plate, suddenly barraging my right ass cheek with all of his might. One of my hands moves to my cunt, my other grasping at whatever was around, blankets, pillows, his arms.

He lays closer to me, absorbing my energy, and continues his assault. I make sounds that if overheard could perhaps sound more abusive than pleasurable. I shifted away from him slightly, trying to get him to realize that my left ass cheek could also use the attention, and he took the hint. I begin to orgasm, simultaneously wanting him to pause so I could concentrate on cumming, and never wanting him to stop, to be able to bask in the pain/pleasure combination forever. I was in another world...I'm not sure if he realized the effect he had on me in those moments. I lost track of how many times I came. I eventually rolled over and pulled him close. I needed to be tangled in him after such an experience.

He asked what that does for me and I had trouble explaining...I was still pumped full of adrenaline and it's not easy to describe how pain can transform into pleasure in the right situation. I invited him to see how wet it makes me and he seemed amazed. I passed out soon after, very pleased.

When we woke up, my ass was still a bit sore...I looked forward to seeing if he'd left any marks.

Weekend away with an ex...

2011-02-24T13:57:00.008-05:00

Reconnected with an ex after 5 or so years, we'll call him MR. We live several hours away from each other but get together every couple of months. It's usually an escape for him into my world, but this time we both thought we needed a change of scenery. We decided to get away on Valentine's weekend of all times, which was slightly ironic since we aren't dating but it's what worked the best in our schedules. Found a cute little boutique hotel, halfway between where each of us lives.

When we arrive, we hear that there were some issues with the room that we had originally booked so we were upgraded to a suite. A nice touch, until we walk in and realize there are 2 double beds instead of the originally requested king. Not ideal but workable. We had a bit of time to kill before dinner.

He kisses me and I fall back onto "my" bed. His hands in my hair, my hands on his back, my legs wrapped around him. We suddenly found our clothes to be too constraining and began stripping them off.

Neither of us look as good as we did when we were 19 but the passion, the need to fuck is still there. For the longest time I considered him to be my most amazing past lover. While a few experiences have kicked him out of the top spot, he's definitely still high on the list.

We hadn't seen each other in a while, so we didn't get terribly creative. Once the clothes were off, I had him stand up so I could take his cock into my mouth as I stayed lying in bed. He was already hard, and began to fuck my mouth. I fingered my pussy to get myself ready for him.

When his thrusts started to become a bit too aggressive for my mouth to handle, I suggested he move to something he could thrust as hard as he wanted to. He suited up and stayed standing. I moved my ass to the edge of the bed and put my ankles on his shoulders and he dove right into me, deep, slow thrusts. I relished in the feeling of being full, as it had been since New Year's that I had been fucked properly.

He leaned over me and quickened his pace. He took an ankle in each hand, spreading my legs open and using me for balance. I loved the look on face, the sign that he needed to be buried deep in my cunt just as much as I needed him there. His pace became steady as he edged closer to orgasm. I fingered my clit to send me over the edge and the spasms of my pussy around his cock sent him there as well. With one final deep thrust I felt his cock empty into the condom. He pulled out and collapsed on the other bed. We both needed that.

We had an excellent dinner and then walked a bit too far to get to a bar where my friend is the manager. At the bar, MR made some comment along the lines of "We are going to fuck each other stupid when we get back to the room right?" Of course.

My friend treated us well and we drank far too much and would have been plenty warm to walk home but clearly that was going to take too long so we decided to take a cab back. I'm pretty sure his hands would have been in my pants in the back of the cab if I hadn't been wearing so many layers due to the cold.

He started kissing me in the elevator and down the hallway. We stripped as soon as we got back to the room. I sat on the bed and he dove head first in to my cunt, devouring me as though I were his last meal. It wasn't the most focused of actions, but I was so turned on at this point that it didn't matter. I grabbed at his hair as I came all over his face.

Now it was my turn. I made him sit where I had been, grabbed a pillow, threw it on the floor and got down on my knees. It took a little bit of convincing to get his cock fully erect due to the alcohol, but I was willing to do whatever it took cause I needed to be fucked. Hard. As soon as possible. I looked into his eyes and took as much of him into my mouth as I could and sucked hard and lo and behold, hard as a rock.

I desperately needed to be fucked from behind, so I got on all fours on the bed and put a pillow under my hips and waited. Soon, I was rewarded with a deep thrust into my cunt that hit all the right spots. If we had any neighbors in that hotel they had to have heard me cry out.

When I'm having sex, any inhibitions I have just seem to melt away. I don't think about who is going to hear me or what my hair looks like or if I look fat or how messy things get or anything. I'm just in it to please and be pleased. Appearances don't matter when I'm fucking, mine or the person (people?) I'm with.

I reached my hand between my legs to rub my clit as he grabbed my hips and just pounded away, exactly what I needed. I thought to myself that MR and I never really fucked this way and that we should start doing so more often because it felt perfect. I pushed myself over the edge with help of his cock stretching me open several times until I heard a familiar sound: his breathing changes when he's about to come, his strokes getting more intense and deliberate. I slowly begin to bring myself to another climax, determined to hold it off until he was right there with me. I'm right on edge and having trouble staying there when I feel him lean over me, grab my hips tightly, and make a long deep thrust, moaning loudly and just staying inside me. I pinch my clit and scream from the pain/pleasure combination, my cunt spasmodic around him. We both collapse in a heap and fall asleep almost immediately, completely sated.

Impromptu meetings

2011-02-22T11:11:00.009-05:00

At the bar in the middle of the week for a special occasion: a friend that was back from overseas, visiting town for one night only.

I ignore SM when he comes in the bar, not feeling the need to pull him in to our conversation. He eventually notices me in a booth, comes over to drunkenly announce that he's going to a different bar. I explain that I'm visiting with a friend that's only in town for the night. I believe he thought I was referring to the girl friend that we were with, and thought that my guy friend was his coworker - he was that drunk. He offers to host after hours, and he leaves but not before I correct him about my friend. I told him to call me but didn't really expect him to.

He does call around 1:30, and is surprised that I'm in same place, and comes back. My friends think he's weird and ask me if he's actually foreign. I secretly wonder if everyone has the same first impression of him, but remember that he's really drunk and everyone has the same impression of drunk people. They try to sneak me away from him at the end of the night, but somehow he convinces them to give us a ride.

We take our usual chairs at his place. He looks melancholy. A serious look on his face, he says slowly, deliberately, "I'm going to keep drinking, and at best will be a mediocre lover to you. I mean, I can go down for hours, but we've never really fucked." I'm not sure how to react to these statements. He puts on music that is emotional for both of us. He feels too far away, so I kneel on the floor by his desk chair and lean my head on his shoulder. Someday he'll get a couch.

He wonders why I put up with him, I tell him it keeps life interesting. He doesn't think that's a very good answer. My reply: "There are moments that can be quite confusing, but in the sum total of everything, it's completely worth it. Is that better?"

He smiles that disarming smile that makes me melt. I sit on the floor, leaned against his propped up leg, hold his hand. The music continues. He says the song is not about me, or about him, but about loneliness. A tear runs down my cheek and he gets upset. I drunkenly get up and say "Fine, I'll go back and sit in the chair and pretend like this doesn't affect me". He scoffs and gets up as well to use the bathroom. I scream the lyrics to the song playing that seem appropriate at that moment. I never know how to feel, how to react, to be what he wants. If he even knows what that is.

Something had told me that I would end up here at the end of the night even though I hadn't really wanted to. I hadn't showered before going out, I was wearing a guy's sweater and was generally feeling unsexy. It was a Tuesday for goodness sake. I knew that I needed to work at 8am so I wanted to get some sleep but that was not to be. When we end up in bed, he's practically using his body as a weapon (an actual one, not the metaphor) in making out with me; I fear I may be bruised by errant elbows and knees. I'm normally quick to remove my clothes but since I hadn't taken that initiative he was trying really hard to reach under my shirt and not quite figuring it out. At one point I had to force myself to roll him over because I was getting smashed into the corner and was almost getting claustrophobic.

He got up to get some water and put more music on. The end of the night shots or maybe the lateness had hit me. I decided to ignore my preconceived notions of my appearance and stripped and got back under the covers. I think he was a little surprised when he got back into bed, but pleasantly so. I let myself go, allowed myself to be overtaken by his kiss, his touch.

After a few orgasms we lie quietly for moment. He's holding me, and I whisper "You're wonderful. I hope you know that." He pulls away, and I immediately regret saying it. How do I always fuck things up? Why can't I just keep my mouth shut?

He looks me straight in the eye. "You're more than wonderful. I hope *you* know that." He rolls over and lays on his back and I curl up to him, my face buried in his chest - I can't even look at him. "I don't, but it means a lot coming from you." He tilts my head up and kisses me, gently this time. As much as I love intense make out sessions, sometimes a softer kiss really gets my juices flowing.

"I like it when you kiss me the way you want to be kissed." That was news to me...I always thought it annoyed him when I would try to slow down his pace.

He begins to kiss my neck, and before I know it, he's burying his face into my cunt. It seems his favorite position is 69, and he wordlessly directs my body into achieving this position. As always I'm distracted in this position, wanting to concentrate on what I was feeling as much as what my mouth was doing on his cock. I think he got into what he was feeling even though he was only semi-hard, but then I got confused because he started fucking me with his hands instead of his tongue. After I came a few more times, I sat up so I could concentrate more on him.

I get a zone sometimes when sucking cock. Even if I know the guy I'm with is too drunk or doesn't cum from blowjobs, this doesn't deter me. I keep thinking, "Maybe just this once the stars will align and I'll know exactly what to do at the right moment to make him explode." I've always wanted to create a story like that, to leave an anecdote to be told into the future.

"I can't wait til the day when you make me cum. Because when I do it, it takes me less than a minute." This was both encouraging and discouraging at the same time. It's as though he believed that I could make him cum with my mouth...someday...but probably not right now. But if he could do it in "less than a minute", why couldn't I do it even if I'd been trying for a long time? I felt awkward, inadequate.

"One of the biggest things about sex for me is pleasing the other person, and I feel like I'm not able to do that with you."

"I almost never cum from sex. Do you really think I'm keeping track tit for tat? If so, you'd be soooo far ahead." He smiles, which makes me smile and laugh a bit. As long as he's having fun, it's all good.

We go back at it. I concentrate on the feel of his smooth cock moving in between my lips, slowly. I silently wish the music was turned down slightly so I would be able to hear his soft, barely audible moans more clearly. The better the feedback, the better the blowjob, right?

After a while he puts his hand in my hair and gently pulls me toward him and kisses me deeply. He's got a look of sleep on his face, I imagine he needed to pass out but didn't want to do so while I was pleasuring him.

We lie together, quietly, my own few moments of personal bliss. As much as I love sex, I also love the afterglow. I hear myself say "Sometimes when I don't see you for a while, I think you're a figment of my imagination. too good to be true."

He tells me to shut up, and I say no. "I hate when you tell me to shut up." He laughs and thinks it's funny but I don't want to be told to shut up when I express how I feel. I suddenly realize that his drunkenness will cause most of the evening to disappear anyway, so why be angry? I fall asleep with my hand on his chest.

In the morning it's as though nothing ever happened, no intense words, no orgasms, nothing. I often want to ask what he remembers, if anything, but never find it to be appropriate. Sometimes I wonder if he knows who is next to him when he first wakes up. Never quite sure how to handle these situations and over time, it doesn't get any easier.

A dash of romance? Nah, couldn't be.

2011-02-18T11:46:00.005-05:00

I slept through SM's call on a Thursday. I was surprised that he called at all since I hadn't heard from him in a few weeks.

Went out with coworkers on Friday, tried finding him out at our favorite bars, and even called him around 2 with no luck. Go home to bed a lot drunk and a little sad. Get woken up by a call at 4am to a slurred "I know...it's totally...inappropriate...to be calling...right now...but I need...some company." I get out of bed and make my way there to comfort him. I didn't expect him to actually talk to me about anything, I thought just being there was enough. He was upset about how some health issues had been affecting his work. We talked about it for a bit.

We go to bed shortly after. He was very sweet, wanted to cuddle. Next thing I know he's going down on me, but didn't really want me to do anything to reciprocate. He was more sensual than usual...kissing my inner thighs, using his tongue more than fingers.

As we start to go to sleep, he got upset when I told him I care about him. For some reason he thinks that the people he cares about shouldn't care back. I tell him he confuses me by being hot and cold. I recount many of the nice things he's said to me in the past, and he tells me it's all true. Yet still, when we're sober I see none of that. I don't know what to think, but it's late. We fall asleep cuddling.

I wake up in the middle of the night to put on my panties but can't find them anywhere. Sleeping without underwear just kept me wet and turned on as I was sleeping...I'm pretty sure I had some naughty dreams.

Before we went to bed, I noticed what time his alarm was set for...I happened to wake up about a half hour before that. I cuddle up to him, kiss his face, try to wake him up. The alarm sounds, he turns it off. I kiss his neck gently, then quickly dive my head under the covers and engulf his soft cock in my mouth. I enjoy how he slowly becomes hard as I lick and suck up and down his shaft. I move the blanket enough to look up at him, his eyes are closed, looking like he's in heaven. His hands slowly move to fondle my breasts and lower to my pussy that's still so wet from the night before. He wordlessly convinces my body to twist in such a way to allow him better access to my cunt without pausing my tongue's ministrations on his uncut erection. He dives in as though I were his last meal, but also very intent on getting his. He starts fucking my face and for once it's a concept I actually enjoy.

His hands and mouth work in tandem to build up the most intense orgasms inside me, and he doesn't let up until I've exploded into three or four in a row. I wonder if anyone in the house can hear me since I can't seem to be quiet. He sits up and kisses me.

"I love tasting my pussy on your lips."

He lies half on top of me, kissing me deeply. He holds me tight, his hands in my hair. I expect there to be more. I wonder aloud why his tank top is still on as I unsuccessfully try to pull it off. "Because I have to go to work soon." He moves to get up. "Kiss me first." He pauses, then leans forward to give me a slow, intense kiss, that is more satisfactory than expected.

We then get up and go about our day as if nothing had happened at all.

In search of...

2011-01-12T17:43:00.009-05:00

...me, for once.

I'm sitting on my couch watching bad television on a Monday when I get a knock on my door at 9:30. I'm not expecting anyone, so I get up to answer the door instead of just yelling "come in". I'm very surprised to see SM. It's obvious that he's rather intoxicated so his motives for being at my apartment could be anything, especially so early. We usually hang out after the bars close.

I sit him down and we make small talk for bit. It gets quiet for a moment, and he says, in his slow, calculated manner, "You want to know...what I like...about you? You're so...welcoming...to people. You really...make people...feel welcome." That's probably one of the kindest, most sincere things anyone's ever said to me, unprompted and out of the blue. I told him that it's the nicest thing anyone could be, so that's what I try to do.

"You have to work tomorrow, I don't want to get you in trouble anymore." I had made an offhanded comment to him once about I had been chastised at work for being late, but I hated that he somehow was trying to take the blame for it. I make my own decisions, and if they happen to involve staying in bed with him a little longer, than so be it.

I put some music on, and we sing along to some favorite tunes. He seems like he wants to go to bed, or at least lie down, but he insisted on washing his feet first because he believed them to smell horrible. I gave him a towel and let him take care of that as I changed into pajamas.

He returns, and is sad to see I've already changed. "I wanted to watch you undress..." I told him that wouldn't be very exciting. I'm terrible at stripping, I get too impatient - I just want to be naked and touching, not semi-clothed and teasing. I climb into bed and he joins me after taking off his shirt. God I just love his shoulders...

He pulls me on top of him and kisses me. Strange, usually he's the one all over me, not the other way around. Then he says something I'd never thought I'd hear, at least not from him. "Do whatever you want to me." A secret submissive? He was too drunk to explore the concept in that moment, but I wasn't sad to take control in our usual activities. I straddled him and threw off my tank top...it was no longer necessary.

"You have such fantastic tits." A compliment that never gets old.

He apparently got distracted from his desire to have me be in control, so I find myself flipped onto my back, where his hand slips into my pants. His coordination in fingering me is not quite there, and it is much more intense than expected. I think he felt my body instinctively start to move away from him as what he was doing wasn't exactly comfortable so he stopped. He seemed wholly disinterested and/or too drunk for me to do anything to him, so I just curl up to him.

I was still sort of confused as to why he was there in the first place, but it wasn't long before he started talking. Maybe mumbling is a better way of putting it, but the pieces I was able to gather together didn't paint a very pretty picture. This led to a big misunderstanding but we were able to talk our way through it and we fell asleep spooning.

We wake up in the middle of the night, and begin to kiss and fondle each other. He tries to finger me again, but I let him know my stomach is bothering me. He worries, which is cute. We fall back asleep.

My alarm goes off early, and I'm still not feeling too great so I call in a half day. I spoon him, but he's still tired so we go back to sleep for a bit.

I wake up before him. I can't help but touch his soft skin, kiss his back, his shoulders. He seems cold, which is strange because he has 2 blankets compared to the one that I'm only half using. I cuddle up to him to keep him warm but he seems disinterested in being close.

I lie on my back, not touching him. I almost fall back asleep when he turns around out of nowhere and pulls me to him, lifting my leg over his hip, his erection firmly pressed against my stomach. I adjust myself a bit so my arm is under his pillow and the head of his cock is pointed at my clit. I had put my panties back on before we slept, so he decided to be a bit of a tease and try to fuck me with them still on. The pressure was too much on me, I needed more. In between kisses, I reached down and pulled the crotch of my panties far to one side, and on his next thrust he found himself half inside me, something I don't think he was expecting. He immediately flipped me onto my back and began fucking me with abandon. He missed a couple of times - I always get so wet! - and eventually he went soft so he rolled off of me. He had this look on his face that I couldn't quite read.

I still had plenty of time before I had to leave so I took it upon myself to try to please him with my mouth. I always hope that someday I can get him to cum this way. I was doing this for quite a while but eventually he stopped me. He was super quiet through all of it, so clearly he was distracted, but by what? Was he upset with me for calling off work? Embarrassed that he didn't stay hard while we were fucking? (This really doesn't bother me.) Or was it our conversation from the night before that was still on his mind? I never did find out. We share an awkward moment as he gets dressed and leaves.

New Year's Fun x 2

2011-01-12T17:38:00.010-05:00

New Year's Eve was a bust. I was hoping to party and spend some time with SM but he seemed less than interested. After the bars closed, I ended up hanging with his roommate. SM came home at 7am, god knows what he got into. I asked if he wanted some company and he said no. Great, fantastic.

After a nap, I got a text from CW that afternoon. He wanted to know if I wanted to "hang out". I wasn't sure if this was code for fucking but I wasn't afraid to find out. We watched some TV and caught up a bit, but next thing I know he's kissing me and moving my hand to his cock. We made our way back to my bedroom. No pretense, no games. We strip ourselves and hop into bed. His fingers find all the right spots inside me as I stroke his cock. I tell him I miss his spankings and he's all too eager to oblige me. I turn over and slide my hand between my legs to play with my clit as he barrages my ass with his large hands. I can feel my skin becoming redder as I scream and my cunt begins to drip. He always somehow knows just how far to push me and also when to stop and let me catch my breath. At this point, I am aching for his huge cock. "How do you want me?"

He lays down and asks me to climb on top. Certain guys need to be in control and other guys like to lay back and watch a girl go crazy bouncing up and down on their cock. I have no problems taking advantage. I love having that power, taking every inch of his thick cock inside me, using him to cum over and over as many times as I want. As great as that is, sometimes I just want to be taken. I want it deeper, I want to feel his weight on me as his cock slams into me.

After a few orgasms I climb off of him and beg him to fuck me from behind. I slip a pillow under my hips and bend over, displaying my ass and needy cunt to him. I sway a bit, waiting for that moment of contact, desperately needing him to fill me again. This was not a gentle move, not a moment of just sliding inside. He grabs my hips and slams into me full tilt, hitting bottom. But he doesn't stop there, doesn't let me get used to him being so deep, he just thrusts. Harsh, exacting thrusts that went right for my g-spot. I'm sure I sounded like an animal being killed as I came repeatedly. I love the way I feel like I'm about to be split open when he fucks me from behind, it's the good kind of pain that morphs into pleasure quickly and easily.

He leans forward, making me feel completely pinned down, completely taken, a need that only he seems to ever consistently fill. I wedge my hand in between the pillow and my legs and apply only a bit of pressure to my clit and I find myself bucking and somehow fucking him back even though I'm being held down by all 6'5" of him. Finally, with one last huge thrust I feel his cock pulsate as he joins me in orgasmic bliss. He pulls out slowly, and immediately reaches for his clothes, claiming that he has to meet a friend. I'm not sad about it, I got what I wanted.

Later, I was about to go to bed when I got a text around 3am from EH - he was in town for the holiday. It was clear what his intentions were, and I was tired but agreed to him coming over. He arrives and climbs in bed with me. We kiss, his hands slide over my tits and down my pants. He seems to move in such a way as to go down on me, but I warn him that I hadn't showered since my previous encounter. He understands, and decides instead to remove his pants and present me with his hard, black cock. I take it in my mouth, feeling deliciously slutty since I had just done this mere hours earlier with CW.

He positions himself over me. Not my preferred position for giving head, but I accept his cock as he thrusts into my mouth. In a moment of pause, I mutter "Someone must want to fuck" since he was so furiously attempting to fuck my face. I also figured he'd want my pussy since he didn't get to have it the last time we met up. I reached for a condom, and he was incredulous that I chose a Magnum. I know what size condom is right for each cock - I don't know why guys can't figure this out for themselves.

At first, the fucking was great. I held my legs back and let him go at me. I think the alcohol he had previously consumed had started to get the better of him, however, because he kept falling out. At this point I was kind of over the situation but I let him keep going. I felt something wet hit my lips, I thought he had spit or drooled on me! It took a few moments for me to realize he was just really sweaty and it was dripping from his face onto me. Definitely not sexy. After falling out once again, he finally decided to call it quits. He seemed disappointed that he hadn't pleased me as he had intended, but in all honesty, I was still satisfied from my fucking earlier that day. This was just for fun. What wasn't fun was that he passed out and couldn't stop snoring. Good thing I keep earplugs around.

While the beginning of the new year was definitely not what I was planning on, it turned out to be pretty hott.

"Can I stay here?"

2010-12-30T17:55:00.007-05:00

Hanging out with new friends at the bar, we get beer and end up back at my place.

Everything is quite chill, our friend plays DJ, we smoke and have some good conversations.

SM looks more tired than usual for that hour. Eventually he says "I need to sleep soon."

"Do you want me to go with you?"

"Can I stay here?" Staying at my place wasn't a one time thing? Very surprised.

Eventually everyone leaves and it's just the two of us. "Make sure I'm up for work by 11:30."

I thought we would go right to sleep, but after a bit of just lying there, his mouth attacks mine. I'm seemingly irresistible.

Clothes are ripped off, his lips go straight for my clit, his fingers for my g-spot. I suddenly find a cock near my face. Delicious.

He tells me once again how much he likes spanking me, and while it's not the most coordinated effort, it's still appreciated. I wonder if it's even possible to teach someone how to spank you the way you want.

Eager, intense, seemingly effortless orgasms. He knows exactly how to push my buttons.

The last thing he says before passing out: "Oral sex is fun!" I can't help but giggle.

We fall asleep tangled in each other, perfection. I'm happy to make a few memories in my own bed.

I wake up still laughing about what he said. He's concerned at first because he didn't remember, but once I explained he was laughing too.

How do you want your eggs?

2010-12-29T18:19:00.005-05:00

Out at the bar with SM and a mutual friend.

"Let's go back to your place for wine and cocktails, ok?", our friend suggests.

After a brief after hours, our friend wants to go home and crash, and expects SM to leave with him, but he says he thinks he'll stay. I'm somewhat shocked; he hates being at my house. I'm mildly embarrassed at my messy apartment but too drunk to do anything about it.

He motions to my bedroom, and we both are quick to remove our clothing as we climb into bed. I still am in awe at how he kisses, the level of passion and zeal are unmatched in my experience.

His slender fingers make their way between my legs, expertly applying the proper friction and pressure to elicit a few orgasms from my body before we pass out early, well, early for him.

We wake up early as well, he's hungry for food, I'm just hungry for him. I could tell that this was not something I could talk him out of, so I offer to cook. It began as a joke but then I realized that I actually did have the ingredients, and proceed to do so in my underwear. I would have preferred him to stay naked in bed while I cooked, but it wasn't to be. He seems to think I'll burn the bacon and can't chop things, so I let him dice the onion and peppers. A bit unnerving to cook for a chef.

We're quite a pair, him fully dressed as he had gone out for a cigarette, and me in my underwear waiting on the oven. Laying in bed, fingers intertwined, we tell stories of drugs and threesomes like it was the most normal thing in the world.

I was distracted and burned it a little but he still had three helpings before taking off to work. I sat on my couch, pleasantly satisfied that I hadn't completely failed at cooking for him.

"Sucking black cock makes me feel like I'm in a porn"

2010-12-24T03:04:00.005-05:00

What I thought would be a lonely stay in a hotel room got a little more entertaining after midnight. Got a text from EH, a lovely black gentleman I'd hooked up with a couple times several years ago. I would occasionally get a flirty/naughty text from him since I last saw him, but this was the first time that we could seriously get together.

"What are you doing stranded in [city]?"

"Visiting family for the holidays, but right now I have a room to myself and rather bored."

"Mind a visitor?"

We exchanged some naughty thoughts as he made his way to my hotel. I told him how I wanted to wrap my lips around his cock, and he rather liked the idea but warned me that he doesn't usually come from getting head. Was this a challenge?

He looked a little different than I remembered. Cleaned up his image a bit, smelled delicious. We tried to remember the last time we'd seen each other but couldn't. The awkward conversation could have gone on for hours, but I made him lie on the bed next to me and kissed him. He rolled on top of me, removed my shirt and focused his attention on my left nipple. Gently, just the way I like.

He kept trying to ask me what I wanted, but I didn't want to talk, I just wanted him to do what he wanted to me, so that's what I told him. Sometimes I don't want to have to decide what's going to happen, it should just flow.

I haven't had too many experiences with black men...more lack of opportunity than anything. I relished the view of his full lips around my nipple. He kissed my lips deeply then lavished my other breast with attention. I was getting wet.

He was wearing too many clothes...I got him to strip to his boxers and took off my pajama pants. He kissed me again as he rubbed my clit through my panties.

"Oooh, getting wet already?"

The panties came off. He spread me open, holding me almost too firmly, and his tongue went straight for my clit. He was holding the hood back so it was a direct assault and I came almost immediately. He wouldn't let up...I eventually had to squirm away from him because it became a bit too intense. He replaced his tongue with his fingers in the same manner...I directed his hand slightly lower and it felt much better. I arched my back and grabbed his leg and came a few more times.

He let me catch my breath as he removed his undershirt and boxers. He then got up on his knees and offered me his cock, which was rather hard and looked delicious. I couldn't resist...I put as much of it in my mouth as I could and relished the moan this produced. I swabbed his cockhead repeatedly with my tongue and he continued to finger me.

I started a slow rhythm on his cock with my hand and mouth and he began to ever so slightly begin to thrust against my movements. I dug my nails into his thigh and increased my pace on his thickness every time he sent me over the edge. Eventually he became distracted...he would momentarily forget what his hands were doing as he thrusted into my mouth. The thought passed through my mind that if I put a pillow under my head, I could do this for hours. Why had I not come up with this position?

He came to for a second and plunged his fingers into my dripping wet cunt. I responded by nearly screaming around his cock and taking him in my mouth even deeper.

"God, you're really making me want to fuck you right now." I nodded in agreement...my mouth was full! We had already realized that neither of us had condoms, so while that cock inside me sounded like a good idea, it really wasn't.

He went back to his assault on my clit, so I took a breath and moaned "lower" and he found my sweet spot. I went crazy, cumming intensely as my mouth's ministrations neared hyperspeed on his cock. He truly began fucking my face, so at some point I stopped moving my head and just let him use me as I concentrated on licking his head as it moved in and out of my mouth so quickly.

"I'm gonna cum...ok?" He felt he needed to ask permission?

I nodded and made positive noises as best I could without interrupting the rhythm we had going. Once he got the answer he was looking for, he increased his pace and in less than a minute I was treated to a hearty mouthful of cum. I swallowed earnestly.

"That was definitely a mouthful!" I slowly licked him clean as he was recovering.

"I told you I hadn't cum in a few days."

"That was really hot. Sucking black cock always makes me feel like I'm in a porn. I don't get to do that very often."

I hope to see him again soon.

Just another Manic Monday...

2010-11-23T12:28:00.007-05:00

SM is not too into texting, but he sent me a couple of messages just after midnight.

"Do you want to come over tonight?"

(10 minutes later)

"I want to play with you right now."

I was dead asleep, but soon after that he called and woke me up. Such a lovely voice to wake up to. I took a quick shower and was on my way.

As I walk into his place I see his computer screen displaying a bunch of porn video thumbnails. No descriptions, just a screenshot of each. He tells me to pick one. So I don't have to get up, I say "the one with the big boobs on the left" and let him decide which one that is.

His lack of a furniture piece made for more than one person can be frustrating at times, but it just means that when he does sit with me on his recliner he's basically sitting in my lap.

He starts to fondle my tits as we try to get into the office threesome scene unfolding in front of us. The terrible dialogue was turning us both off.

"Perhaps we should move." He gestures to the bedroom.

We immediately fall to the bed, kissing, hands everywhere, clothes flying. He reaches between my legs but I'm not too wet to I suggest that he spank me to get things going.

"I really like spanking you." After several hard swats I guided his hand to touch me again so he could see the difference it makes. Next thing I know my legs are near my head and he's sliding inside me. Fast, frantic fucking, like he didn't want anything else in that moment but to pound me. It was beautiful.

He took a break for a second and I asked if he would fuck me from behind, something I had been craving since I hadn't seen much of CW lately. I prepared myself for awesomeness but I think the alcohol got the best of him at that point and it just didn't happen. I was a little disappointed and laid there rather frustrated.

He got up to get some water and got a phone call. When he returned, he found me face down, touching myself. He laid on top of me, which I think he was only going to do for a second but I told him not to move. I continued what I was doing, enjoying the weight of his body as resistance as I ground my cunt against my hand. I begged him to tell me something dirty. His warm breath in my ear with that accent telling me how much he likes to make me cum sent me soaring over the edge.

After that he rolled me over and dove his face into my pussy, desperately lapping up my juices and creating even more, contorting his body in such a manner that his cock was conveniently in front of my face.

He slides two fingers inside me, then asks me how he can make it better, how he can make me cum even harder. I let on that the most sensitive spot is actually right under my clit, something he has definitely remembered.

We're lazily playing with each other, when I think of a song to put on since there was strangely no music being played. If there are any lesbians reading this, they'll shoot me for having put on Melissa Ferrick's "Drive", but that song really turns me on. I did mention that it was actually about girls going at it as I climbed on top of him. After riding him to a few more orgasms, I was spent, exhausted.

"I think you can guess what I want." I was too out of it to know what he could possibly desire at that moment and told him so as he began to rub my shoulders.

"I want to put my dick in your mouth." It was less what he said and more how he said it, a dirty need of his more than just a request that got me hot. I mustered up some energy and settled between his legs. He tried to get me to stay where I was so he could at least touch my pussy, but I really just wanted to concentrate on him this time, to focus on how he felt in my mouth, to experiment with his foreskin, to be able to pay attention to the sounds he was making and his motions. His hands on my head, gently guiding my mouth to be penetrated deeper. I loved it.

All of this ended when he got up out of bed, turned around and tells me that I seem to have a high opinion of him that he doesn't deserve. This completely floored me, and I respond by saying that I don't know why he gives me the time of day but I try really hard not to question it. The mood turned from sexy to emotional quite fast - I figured that he may have wanted that in the first place but was operating under a guise of sex to get me into his bed.

He says that he doesn't know why he gives anyone the time of day, so naturally I ask him "Then why am I here?"

"Because I care about some people, yourself included."

"I would ask why but I know you wouldn't tell me."

"I don't really know, myself."

"Maybe it's because I can see past how most people see you, and I still like you."

He smiles, and kisses me deeply, which leads to him eliciting a few more orgasms out of me before we fall asleep to the sound of the rain, coiled in each other.

When I wake up, he's facing away from me. I kiss his back, and wrap my leg around him.

"Every morning before I go to work I get myself off thinking about you, so why should this morning be any different? Except it's better this time because you are here."

I began touching myself with him pressed into my side, kissing and touching me all over. I made myself cum, then rolled over, feeling his hardness and pressing it into me. I mounted him, taking what I needed from him. I was so wet that he kept falling out, so I rolled over onto a pillow so as to get the perfect penetration angle. As he's fucking me, my phone alarm went off, so I threw it across the room.

We exhausted each other, and I reset the alarm for 20 more minutes of sleep. I notice him touching himself under the blanket so I dive my head under the covers and enjoy the taste of myself on his cock. I lament that I can't figure out how to make him cum and ask if he could show me so maybe I could learn from how he does it. I lay next to him, touching and kissing him as he brings himself closer and closer to the edge. He grabs me intensely as he orgasms.

"You get it now?"

"No, you grabbed me and I couldn't see. We'll have to try that again sometime."

I had to go to work but I really didn't want to, it seemed much preferable to stay in bed...maybe he'd cover me with his cum the next time.