Monday, November 17, 2008
SA: That's a really bad picture of you.
SA: Have fun!
C: Yeah it is! We'll see about the fun. On one hand, I'm getting away, which I need. On the other, a) it's work, b) it looks to be a dismal [name of conference], and c) it's money we don't need to be spending, and d) I was REALLY looking forward to spending some quality time with you today. I need it.
SA: I'm sorry.
C: Me too. I think you need to debrief me when I come back.
SA: Is that what they call it now? FYI, I'm naked in my bed.
SA: For what it's worth, I need to see you too. I should break some patterns I've fallen into.
C: That's what's I'm calling it. Oh god, please send me pics, voicemail, text, whatever you can to make this flight actually enjoyable.
C: I want to join the mile-high soloist club while looking at you.
SA: I thought you couldn't receive such things mid-flight.
C: Like what?
SA: Like only sleeping with [CW]. It's weird. We get along spectacularly, there's no drama, no requirement to be monogamous, and the sex is amazing. But still, it lacks *passion*.
C: Flight leaves in an hour.
SA: It seems I can only get that with you.
C: Ugh, and me only sleeping with [girlfriend's name]. Yeah, let's fix that.
SA: With you, it's somehow less about sex and more about the physical manifestation of how you make me feel. You terrify and excite me more than anyone ever has.
SA: It's less about your cock in my ass, and more about you having that power over me, telling me that you're going to penetrate me in the naughtiest of places.
SA: It's that thought that really gets me wet.
C: Keep going. Won't be able to text or talk til I'm past security.
SA: It scares me to tell you how badly I want to submit to you. I've never trusted anyone enough to give them that But the nature of our situation lends so easily to me trusting you, almost too easily. I need to be taken to a new level.
C: Hmm, such as?
C: I trust you too. It's pretty wonderful.
SA: Indeed. And I don't know. I just want to be there with you.
C: Me too.
C: I know I haven't seen you in ages, but I already miss you more sitting on the plane about to fly away.
SA: This is what I love about you. I'm laying in bed, falling in and out of consciousness, and all I want is you here, wrapping me in your arms. I need to see you more than an hour at a time.
SA: I need you to remind me how dirty I really am. I want you to bend me over the nearest object and redden my ass as you tell me how much I've tempted you.
SA: I want you to discover how wet your discipline makes me. I want you to explore my depths as you feed me your cock and continue assaulting me with your words.
SA: I want you to bury your face in my dripping cunt and force orgasms from me with your tongue as you stretch my ass with your wet fingers.
SA: I want you to fuck me deeply from behind as you pull my hair.
SA: Then, without warning, I want you to flip me onto my back and penetrate my ass. I want to see the wicked look on your face as you empty yourself deep into my ass.
SA: With your cock still lodged inside me, I want you to thumb my clit and kiss me deeply, forcing one last orgasm from my already spent body.
SA: I want to fall asleep in your arms, your cum still deep inside me.
SA: Tell me later what I would wake up to.
(a while later)
C: If you woke up right now, in [layover airport], you'd wake up to me viciously sodomizing you, then making you choose between your mouth and your cunt for the next layover before I start the whole process over again. But, in all fairness, [layover airport] doesn't have smoking lounges anymore, so I'm ready to chew through horseshit for just one cig. In other words, I'm nic-fitting my ass off. And I love what you wrote me, and I'm going to aggressively jack off as soon as I can.
SA: I wish I could watch that.
C: Me too, though I'd be sure to snatch you up by your hair and force you to jack me off with your lips, tongue, and throat, each thrust more ragged and aggressive.
C: Until I couldn't take anymore, spun you around by your neck, forced your shoulders down along with your pants, threw my cock into you just enough to let your cunt be fully aware of that for which it begs, and then ram it -- all in one motion -- up your ass to the balls, ripping your head around so I can watch your face.
SA: Jesus, you have this way of freaking me out and making my cunt drip at the same time.
SA: I'm shaking.
SA: I fear your ability to damage my body with your cock, but trust that you will be good to your property as it is good to you.
C: Shaking in a good way?
SA: At the time, I dunno.
C: I've got 58.1 seconds of video for you. And I treat my property very well.
SA: I like video. And I hope that you will.
C: I will. You know I will.
We were supposed to have dinner, but I decided I needed to shower. He came over before I ever made it into the bathroom, and chatted with me as I washed myself. I would have invited him in, but alas, my shower stall is too small for two, especially since he's 6'4".
I began to get dressed, but he scolded me, saying that if I put on underwear he was just going to have to take them off again. I was in the middle of drying my hair when an old friend called, so I felt compelled to answer. I put the phone on speaker because the conversation wasn't personal. I laid down next to him and his hands began to gently caress my naked body. I managed to keep the conversation going without a hitch when his fingertips delved between my legs. I shifted myself upwards on the bed and spread my legs a bit to give him easier access. I found the whole situation hilarious, especially since my friend on the phone is a bit reserved.
I had to let her go when his tongue hit my clit. I thought that my heavy breathing would give me away. I hung up the phone and grabbed his hair and moaned as his warm tongue explored me. He made me cum a few times with his tongue, snaking his long fingers deep inside me at the same time. After he got me breathing hard, he came up to lay next to me, kissing me deeply. I turned myself upside down and undid his belt, releasing his stunning erection from his pants and immediately began to tease the underside of his cockhead with my tongue, one of his favorite spots. The taste and scent of his precum was extremely enticing. He stripped off his clothes. I went back to his cock, sucking him as his fingers explored my already dripping wet pussy. I had wanted to try a 69 position with us on our sides, but I had to stop my mouth action as he furiously rubbed the sides of my clit, causing me to groan and thrash about as I came. I've never known a man to be so consistently good with his hands.
When I recovered, I turned myself back around and pressed my body against his, cheek to cheek, just wanting to be close to him. Hands were everywhere as we kissed and talked dirty to each other. I told him how much I love his cock buried inside me from all angles and how good his hands are to me, and he mentioned how much he loves how wet I get and that I like being spanked. Which of course led me to rolling over onto my stomach so he could spank me. He whispered in my ear how dirty I am as I fingered myself and his hand came crashing down on my asscheeks repeatedly. I had trouble getting the proper friction on my clit because I was so wet from his earlier work on me and his naughty words. I ground my hips into the mattress and my cunt against my hand and came twice as he reddened my ass. After I caught my breath, I decided I needed his cock.
I tossed him a condom, and pulled my hair back. It had been a long time since I had been on top, and loved the thought. I straddled him, and rubbed my wet slit against his cock, not yet letting him enter me. He sighed as he felt my warmth against him. Then I slowly slid down onto his thickness, only part way, and started a slow up and down motion. He tried to thrust in deeper, but I wouldn't let him just yet.
"Are you trying to tease me?"
I continued my rhythm, lowering down farther with every few strokes until eventually he was completely inside me. His cock is so thick and stretches me in the most perfect ways. I rubbed my clit against his body and came hard, contracting against him.
He has this trick where he contracts his Kegel muscles which cause his cock to move up and toward himself slightl. The first time we had sex, he did that just as I was orgasming, and he was completely blown away by how much I screamed and how hard I came. Now, he's learned that if he does that when he's buried deep inside me, it causes me to cum uncontrollably. There's something about the thickness and curves of his cock and my cunt that just line up perfectly and send me to another planet.
In this particular instance, once he started using this trick, he didn't stop. I completely lost control of all of my senses and could only focus on the immense pleasure emanating from my cunt. I bucked wildly, hands and arms everywhere, making noises I didn't know I could make but not caring in the slightest. As I began to attempt to catch my breath from my second orgasm like this, he did the unthinkable...he placed his thumb over my clit. I barely noticed his eyes growing wide as I bounced on him with even more of a frenzy. I nearly screamed at him to press harder...my clit didn't need to be dealt with delicately at this stage...it needed some serious contact. I couldn't tell you if it was one long orgasm after that or several all linked together. All I know is that I nearly blacked out and couldn't breathe and collapsed on his chest.
Even after all that, he still didn't cum. I've since learned that he needs a steady rhythm in order to build up to orgasm, and my spastic movements weren't going to take him there. Despite that, he seemed to enjoy himself immensely, even when I expressed that I was sad that he couldn't join in my experience.
His response: "Gotta save something for after dinner."
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Jay's 7 Facts:
1. When I was a child my fantasy future was to live in a big house with several other loving men and women all sharing responsibilities and partners.
2. My sister (almost 3 years younger than me) and I wrestled constantly, and until I was 15 she almost always won.
3. While I was in an open relationship with my High School beau (and considered myself gay), I realized that most of my reasons for being involved in a homosexual relationship were “daddy worship” issues. Once I started working on those my attraction to men diminished but did not disappear. Now I’m quite picky and shy when it comes to datable guys.
4. “Jay” is only a facet of my personality, I’m quite a bit more shy than I come across to most people through my blog. I think people also assume that I’ve had quite a few sexual partners because I write so openly about sex. However, like Ellie, I was a late bloomer. I had only 4 sex partners until 2 years ago. While I ‘play’ with a decent number of people in a BDSM context and love to make-out, there isn’t a gratuitous amount of sex outside of my relationship with Ellie.
5. I have a whole box of things that Ellie loves about me, and I look inside of it all the time.
6. I’m a pretty big nerd, and I have about the dorkiest sense of humor. My step-dad infected me with his love of puns. Luckily, the people I tend to have a good connection with can tolerate my turbopuns.
7. In Middle School I got first place in a karate tournament. I was pretty proud of my Shorei Goju Ryu skillz :)
My 7 facts:
1. I played the violin from 4th-12th grade.
2. Almost all of my close friends are gay or bi or some form of 'not straight-and-narrow'.
3. I recently found out that me and my friend in her mid-forties have had the same number of sex partners. However, 3/4 of hers have taken place in the last 6 months. If I'm 20 years younger, which one of us is more of a slut?
4. I have a ridiculous collection of patterned socks.
5. I keep my list of escapades (and their blog-abbreviations) in an Excel spreadsheet, because I am a nerd.
6. My favorite thing to draw when I was little was a rainbow, and I was always sad that I got to use so little purple in the middle, because it has always been my favorite color. So I drew big rainbows.
7. I don't drive.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
The spot was secluded enough, with plenty of trees and shrubs to give us ample cover on the off-chance that someone would wander by, unlikely as that was. The small clearing gave us a good view of a fair portion of the sky, which was nice, because you can't properly sleep under the stars if you can't see them.
We rolled out a large blanket, and next to that our 2-person sleeping bag, overlapping the blanket just a little. That done we settled in, we sat and talked and sipped a little wine, occasionally touching, tickling, and kissing. We drained our wine-glasses and didn't bother to refill them, instead drawing closer into ever-deeper kisses.
Your eager fingers moved down and slid my shirt up and over my head, and I gasped as you tugged and sucked at each of my nipples. Turnabout being fair play, I soon had your shirt and bra joining mine in a heap, so that I could kiss, caress, and suck your heaving breasts. I kissed and licked at you here and there, shoulders, neck, wrists, tummy...and I could no longer tolerate the presence of your jeans. You helped me as I removed them, and then helped me do the same.
Naked and exposed to the air and one-another, we explored our bodies. Your fingers found my hardness and stroked gently before you lowered your head and took me into your warm, wet mouth. My fingers moved through your hair, tugging gently as you gently sucked and moved up and down along my shaft, making me sigh and moan. After a time I had to do the same for you, and I shifted so that you could continue to suck me, and you spread your legs to invite my tongue to slide along your already-wet sex. My fingers toyed with your fur as I lapped at you, occasionally sliding my tongue inside you or whirling the tip around your clit. This went on for quite some time, until we pulled away with some reluctance and once again moved eye-to-eye to kiss with growing passion.
"Susan..." I said, your name escaping slowly on my breath.
"Randy..." you said, your voice soft, but tinged with need.
Time became a blur of passion and sensation, and the world around us lost all meaning. We kissed again and again, hands moving over skin growing ever-warmer, legs intertwined as we pressed and shifted and writhed against one another, each breath quickening as our hearts did the same.
Lost as we were in each other, we failed to notice the final setting of the sun and the slow ascent of the moon as Luna took its turn ruling the sky. The world darkened and the stars shone, the only light upon us now being Luna's dim, reflected glow. It was more than enough, since we now saw one another with more than just our eyes, our primal passions pushing us towards an inexorable oneness of purpose.
You fell gently against the blanket, pulling me with you and atop you. There was no thought at this point as I paid heed only to the call of the primitive within and moved between your legs. With a long sigh I slid myself inside you, and your legs quickly wrapped around me and locked me into place. My mouth found your warm, soft neck and gently-rolling breasts as we pressed our hips into one another, grinding again and again. Your nails scratched across my back and arms, and the intermingled pain and pleasure summoned a low growl from my throat as I bit at your neck, and then raised up on my arms and pressed that much harder.
We locked eyes in the dim light, sweat steadily beading and rolling along our skin as we drew ever closer to our climax. And soon it came, we came, your back arching, both of us releasing near-screams of rapture as I emptied myself into you. Our pleasure washing over us like a wave until we collapsed together on the blanket, working to catch our breath. After a few moments of recovery, I pulled you in for a lingering kiss, and afterward I could see your smile, shining brightly and briefly in the near-darkness. As we nestled against one another, the pounding rush of blood subsided and soon we could hear the sounds of the night surrounding us.
But sleep would wait a while longer. Though we had blunted some of the force of tonight's desire for one another, it still remained. Soon, snuggled up together within the sleeping bag we acted on that desire again, this time a bit more slowly and tenderly, determined to see how long we would last.
After all, the night was still young.