I love summer. The smell of tanning oils and lotions has the power to make my clit throb. The feel and smell of summer is all about sex for me. Hot naked bodies skinny dipping in the lake at midnight. The rush and touch of the water where it has never been before.

Clothing that barely covers my body. The heat of a stranger’s gaze. Maneuvering to a private spot, my body pressed against the wall. Spreading my legs and moving my bikini aside and allowing him to slide inside me. So fucking wet, needing his cock so much. Grinding, humping, fucking against the wall. Exploding with an incredible orgasm.

I forgot to get his name. Another one.

In my mind’s eye, I picture every boy I’ve ever known gathered around my naked prone body, jacking off. They are all watching me masturbate.

My left hand is cupping my left breast and my thumb and forefinger are rolling the nipple between them. Then, I pinch the nipple harder and pull out on it, stretching the skin that covers my breast. This harsher treatment seems to indicate a change is needed because my hand travels across my body, and my thumb and forefinger start rolling the right nipple between them.

Meanwhile, between my legs, I use my right index finger to spread my lips open. I insert my finger into my pussy and for a fraction of a second, I gasp and everything stops. My entire body is focused on that sensation, the tingling spreads outward from that point and a small moan escapes my lips. Pulling my finger out of my cunt, I use the juice to lubricate my clitoris and start rubbing the appendage with a circular motion. Again, I moan, but my back arches this time and I thrust my pelvis forward, moving my body toward that sensation. Next, I use my thumb to continue the circular motion as my pointer finger finds my hole and starts pushing up into it. Eager for more penetration I shove my middle finger, my fuck finger, into my pussy. Two fingers pumping in and out, in a steady, hard-pounding rhythm. Breathing hard, working toward that release, the tension building and building, I erupt like a volcano. My body stiffens and my back arches and I gasp.

When I cum, it sends a ripple through them all and I am surrounded by a multi-headed cum fountain erupting all over my naked body.

Actually, the tables have been turned. He’s interested in going to a play party and I don’t want him there. I don’t want to share him, I’m feeling monogamous and territorial. Isn’t that funny? We’re going to go and just observe. I don’t want him spanking or tickling or touching anyone but me!!!

“Breaking and entering,” he told me.

It isn’t a fair game, he doesn’t have to mount me which makes it a lot easier for him. He is a light sleeper and I sleep like the dead. Most of the time when he touches me, I think it’s an extension of a dream I’m having. The list of reasons why he wins goes on and on. He just teases me and says I’m too competitive.

“After all, it’s not like you’re losing.”

I have to agree. It’s definitely a winning situation for me. This morning I woke up to feel his cock inside me, his left arm wrapped around me pinning me while his fingers pinched and twisted my hardening nipples.

“I win” he whispered.

My immediate reaction was rooted in my competitive nature. I struggled to dislodge him, I tried to elbow him in the rib cage and escape. Twisting, squirming, arching my back, I tried to bite. His laughter inflamed me. Furious and frenzied my fight against him was useless. His arms were like steel, pinning me to him. Pushing against him, frustrated and enraged, a deep growling emanated from my throat. He playfully growled back at me, kissing me on the back of my neck. Tweaking my nipples with his thumb and forefinger, he slowly moved his shaft inside me. He used shallow strokes to prevent me from dislodging him, barely moving out an inch before grinding his cock back in to me. And just like that, it went from fight to fuck for me. All the energy build up and adrenaline rush that went into the struggle was redirected as an orgasmic surge flowed through my body. Instinctively he knew that the game had changed and I felt him loosen his grip on me. I still felt wildly aggressive. As I rolled him over on his back and mounted him, I bent down and started biting his chest. He responded like he was possessed. He grabbed my ass, immobilizing me, and pounded his cock into my cunt. Harder and harder he forced himself into me, bruising and battering me. I arched my back and positioned myself so that the head of his cock rammed into my g-spot. The orgasm started building in me with the first thrust. A scream was ripped from deep inside me as the sexual build up plateaued. My cunt pulsed and throbbed, gripping his cock as the orgasm subsided, my body shuddered, satisfied and satiated.

“Where do you want it?” he asked me.

“Mouth.” I responded, “mmmm, num.”

He pulled his cock out of me and started stroking it, aiming it at my face and open mouth. It started squirting, hitting me on the cheek before I grabbed it with my hand and guided it into my waiting mouth. I stroked him with my hand, sucked his head into my mouth and started swallowing the load of cum that was shooting into me. My lips humming to stimulate his dick even more.

“I love how you taste,” I said to him while i kissed his shrinking cock.

“I love how you fuck,” he replied, getting out of bed to go get showered and ready for work.

I laid in bed, stretching and content, waiting for him to get done with work.

I’m going to quit being mean and crawl in bed with Michael.

And what can I tell you about my boyfriend? His name is Michael, he’s 27, a mechanical engineer that makes products for the health care industry. He’s incredibly handsome with gorgeous brown hair and penetrating eyes. He works with my baby brother, my family loves him and I have a hard time keeping my hands off of him. I don’t know how kinky he is so I haven’t volunteered any information about some of my favorite past times.

I am so physically attracted to him. My clitoris starts to throb when he walks into the room, my body tingles and I want to grind up against him. And when we’re alone, like we have been this weekend, having sex is all we do. He is physically fit and has incredible energy. He’s a great kisser, he’s just all around good with his mouth. He uses his finger to find my g-spot and stimulates it until I scream. He leaves me feeling weak and shaky. God, I love it. The weirdest thing about him is that he’s uncircumcised. I can’t tell the difference when he’s hard because the skin pulls back away from the head but when he’s soft, it is the funniest looking thing I’ve ever seen. I tried blowing it up a little like a balloon but I used a little too much force, he screamed and scrambled away from me. I felt so bad, I almost cried.

As for kink, he does like to tickle me and he loves to wrestle. It would be great if he wanted to tie me up and spank me. I dream about it.

I want to do research instead of production this time. I’ve been looking at positions at the U of M. It would be fun to be in an academic setting again. One of the problems I can forsee is the arrogance of the graduate students. They might be harmful to my tender ego. I’m pretty sure it will be better than the mindless repetition of a production lab where the only excitement after the initial novelty wears off is the stress of meeting deadlines.

Enough about work, it’s time for PLAY!!!

This is what I’ve been practicing with all the time I have on my hands. This has been so much fun. I could tie people up for a living. I’ve decided to go to shibaricon. It starts in a couple of weeks and I’ve already registered. YAY!!! Are you worried that your little submissive girl is going to become a controlling, dominant woman? Don’t worry, I just like to have fun and I’ve always liked to top. I’m flying to chicago on the 22nd and staying with a friend until Monday. I can hardly wait.

Kisses everyone.

Brandi

Having fun with my new hair is probably the least important thing that has come out of the accident. The biggest, most important event is the settlement I got from the accident. The guy that hit me has to pay a good deal of money for the “pain and suffering” he caused me.

My dad hired the lawyer to protect me and I’m grateful that he did. My dad still exerts a lot of control over my life. For example, the money I got from the accident. He’s acting as my financial advisor and taken control of my money. His suggestions have the force of a law for me, I would no more defy him than Newton’s apple would defy gravity. Why, you may ask yourself, would an independent, adult woman kowtow to her father like this? I have a number of reasons. Because obedience is as much a part of my makeup as my blue eyes. Because I know he has my best interest at heart. Because I am not the best at money management (OK, frankly, I am one of the worst people I know for spending money frivolously). The first thing I thought of when I found out about the money was “YAY, I can afford breast implants.” Not the most sensible purchase I could make, is it? I’m still trying to figure out a way to get enough money from him for the surgery. Explaining a 10k expenditure at a doctor’s office would be difficult. I’m trying to think of a go around so that he doesn’t know. Yes, my obedience is laced with a very slight bit of deceit but only when I want to spare his feelings.

There is a lot more to fill you in on but that has been the biggest event. I still have no master and no boyfriend. I’ve had a lot of play time in private dungeons and intent voyeurism in my favorite public dungeon. I went to a shibari workshop. I need to practice now and have been using the male submissives at the public dungeon, they are a willing bunch of men. Most of them want to make me their goddess. I just roll my eyes at that, I love topping but I was not put on this earth to dominate. It is more alien to me than the hentai fantasies that I love.

I feel like I am home.