A Visit from A (Part III)

"I want to cum inside you."

"Dirty, dirty boy! Sit up!"

I untied his hands and ordered him on his back. I straddled him and pinned his hands above his head with my own. He looked so helpless.

I slowly coated his cock with my juices, reveling in the feeling of him pressing against my folds. I allowed myself another orgasm just from the friction, and he moaned as I dripped over him. I grabbed his cock with one hand, keeping his hands above his head with the other. I used the huge head of his dick to massage my clit. It was incredible to feel how hard he was in my hand.

"Do you like it when I tease you with my pussy?"

"Yes, Mistress."

I ever so slowly lowered myself onto his cock. Taking two, three minutes to fully impale myself on him, still pinning his hands behind his head and looking straight into his eyes, warning him not to move. His eyes closed and a small smile crept onto his face as his large cockhead slowly split me open. I loved being full of him, having him deep inside me.

When he was fully inside me, I clenched my muscles around him, and began to slowly rock back and forth. The friction on my clit caused me to cum yet again, unexpectedly. I started a slow rhythm on him, making sure he was just barely still inside me before descending down on him again. I kept this up for a while, increasing my pace every so often.

"Such a naughty boy, you're enjoying this too much. Don't you dare cum inside me."

"Please Mistress, I want to fill you with my cum."

"Denied. Tell me when you are going to cum."

I increased my pace further and came all over him, screaming. He begged to cum inside me, but I told him no.

"You can cum on my tits. Are you going to cum soon?"

He said yes so I climbed off of him and switched places with him. It only took a few strokes of his hand until he shot white hot jets of semen all over me. He was a little overzealous, and some of it hit my ear and got in my hair.

"Look you, you've made a mess of me! For that, you will lick this off."

I wasn't sure how he was going to react to that, but he was good and did as he was told. It was so hot to watch his tongue scoop up the mess he made. I made him hand me a towel to remove his stickiness from my hair. When he was done, he laid down next to me. I stroked his hair and told him he was good boy.

"Thank you, Mistress for letting me serve you."

A Visit from A (Part II)

"Have you been fucking other people?"

"No, mistress."

"So, you survive by having sex only once a month? What a sad life you live. Your mistress needs more attention than that. Shame on you."

I threw one leg over him, and began to rub my dripping wet pussy on his bright red ass. I could feel the warmth of my strikes emanating from his skin.

"Do you like being covered in my juices?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Such...a...dirty...boy." I muttered as I came all over him.

I needed more direct stimulation, so I reached between my legs. He tried to move his hands over to finger me, but I scolded him and smacked his hand out of the way. I put my full weight on him, grinding into him, pressing his surely hard cock into the mattress with every thrust, grunting into his ear. I came once again, and shoved my dripping wet fingers in his mouth.

"Do you like the taste of my pussy?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Then make me cum with your tongue." Up until this point, A had never gone down on me.

He looked so cute trying to roll over and position his face between my legs without the assistance of his arms, as they were still bound behind his back. His tongue action was a little light and not perfect, but I was already worked up from the orgasms I'd given myself, so I still came in his mouth.

I then asked him what he wanted.

A Visit from A (Part I)

He leans in to kiss me. "You're wearing too many clothes."

"How many is too many?"

"Off with it."

He removes his shoes and drops his pants and I see the thick head of his cock dangling from underneath his Nirvana tee. He leans over and I rip the shirt off his back.

He stands up and moves in to put his arms around me, and tries to kiss me again.

"Who said you got to be in charge?" I pushed him down onto my bed. He looked at me longingly. I reached for my riding crop.

"You've been a very naughty boy. Get on your knees, facing away from me."

He did as he was told. I admired his smooth broad shoulders and was amused at how he was trying to hide his ass from me, even though he knew what was coming.

I tied his hands behind his back and ran the tip of the crop gently across his shoulders and back. I tested out sting of the crop on his gorgeous waiting ass. He jumped a little and then let out a sigh.

"You've been a very bad boy. Tell Mistress how you've been bad."

In between his tales, and whenever I felt like it, his ass become redder as I tried different strokes on him with my new favorite implement. He told me of how he'd been jerking off while thinking of me, and how he was such a bad boy for not calling me and always waiting for me to contact him.

"What have you been thinking about when you masturbate?"

"Cumming on you or inside you."

"Filthy, naughty boy! What makes you think you have a right to make a mess of your mistress like that?"

"I don't, Mistress."

He looked so helpless face down on my bed. The sight of him only made me wet. I leaned over him, pressing my full breasts into his back, my lips millimeters from his ear.

Mmm...people from all angles...

I heard from both C and JR recently. I had emailed the posts I had written here to them so they could see how they inspired me to write.

JR sent me an out of the blue email basically reiterating how much he loved the post and that he'd been bragging about it. He explained that he was indeed seeing someone exclusively, but that she was moving away in a few weeks, and that it would be ending then and he wanted to catch up with me at that point. "Feel free to think of some terrible things you and I - and whoever else you want - can do together. You get points for creativity. I've already thought of a number of wonderful things while writing this sentence, so try to keep up. Basically, I'd really like to fuck the shit out of you again." This email totally made my day.

After that we had some good email banter about what we were into. He says that he's "into doing crazy things, particularly stuff that is interesting on sensory or psychological levels. For instance, fucking you twice without knowing your name or really even talking to you much." I told him that I fantasize and read a lot about submission, but have never really trusted anyone enough to really let go. I think we'll have a lot of fun exploring together - I should write him soon. He also asked a little more about this blog and what it's purpose was, but seemed cool once I explained that it's anonymous and really just for me to remember all the stellar sex I've been having lately and to share it with the sex blog community.

C messaged me once he had a chance to sit down alone and read his post. He said it was very moving, and that he was trying to find someone distant and non-judgmental enough to show it off to. He also explained that he was aggressive because I had asked for it, and was only playing a role. He said that when I was on top of him that it hurt because I resisted. He was trying to "swirl my cunt with his cock". He said to think of it as being blended. Perhaps next time I'll try to completely let go with him. As he signed off, he referred to me as "magic pussy" - quite amusing.

I was traveling on business recently when C texted me and wondered why I was out of town and not sucking his cock. He said his thoughts of late have revolved around how amazing my mouth feels on his cock, my tongue and hands playing with his balls and taint, and being torn between that and not wanting to miss the feeling of kissing me with his cock nestled deep inside me. He told me not to expect a marathon the next time, and that he was hard just thinking about it and that he really wants to cum inside me. Problem is trying to find time for us to see each other, but hopefully we can figure out something really soon, cause I can't stop thinking about his cock.

It's been about a month since I heard from A, so it wasn't too surprising when I woke up one morning to this text from him: "Mistress, I miss you." Later that night, we talked on the phone as I was still out of town, and had some stellar phone sex. He really wants me to be controlling of him, and said that the last time that we were together was really hot, but there was one thing that I had said I was going to do but hadn't. He really wants me to take him over my knee and give him a good spanking. He said that if I was spanking him, that he might get into it and call me naughty things. I wasn't catching his drift, so I asked what he meant. He was rather hesitant to tell me this, but he said that he might end up calling me "Mommy". Age role play has never really done anything for me, and while I prefer to be called "Mistress", we'll have to see how that works. I have an huge aversion to ever being a parent myself, and trying to translate that idea sexually in my head is difficult, but we'll see how it goes. My mantra has always been, "I'll do anything once...maybe twice."

I also got a text recently from JS asking if I was going to be around this summer, and I told him that indeed I am, so hopefully we can get together soon, because thinking about fucking his sweet little ass is just incredible.

A week or so ago, I hung out with this girl, NF, that I've always wanted to know but never really got the chance to see much. She invited me over for Indian tea, and I didn't realize that was going to include a full meal amongst other things. There were a few other of her friends there, but we got high and smoked hookah and ended up being ridiculous and flirting and touching a bit. It's been a long time since I've really been around a girl that I think might actually like me back, so that was nice. I also "stole" a necklace from her as an excuse to see her again. Problem was, she was leaving for the summer a few days later. I talked to her last night and she said that she might be coming back to town for a job, and when I told her I was going to some Pride weekend festivities on Saturday, she said she really wanted to go and started looking for flights. It was a little surprising that she wanted to buy a last minute plane ticket just to see me. She also said I should keep the necklace as a gift, which I thought was really sweet. I told her that I'd have to think of something to give her, and she said it has to be spontaneous, so maybe when I'm unpacking and organizing my stuff I'll find something awesome for her. Hopefully we'll see more of each other soon.

I just texted A and I think we'll be getting together this evening, so I think I need to go back to my old place and get my riding crop. I'm sure it will come in handy. I also need to look into purchasing some other bondage gear. Good times.

I think I might have to start scheduling all of this activity since it all seems to keep coming at me at once. ;)

Change of Plans

After much consideration, DN and I talked about what we both wanted out of our interactions, and decided that it got much too serious much too quickly. We had 2 additional sessions. In the first, he still was unable to cum, no matter how much I teased him. He'd gotten it into his head that he would cum for Mistress no matter how long it took, but I sent him away before he beat his dick raw. He was disappointed in himself, but once I explained that I dismissed him for his own safety, he was appreciative. I realized that while I do enjoy being given the power of being Mistress to someone, this particular situation was less than ideal. I'm not really attracted to DN, his cock is nothing to speak of, and I really didn't want the responsibility of taking his virginity.

I think he'll be fine...he seems to have found a girl from the next state over via the internet that he's smitten with. I think his first true sexual experience should be with someone that can be there for him emotionally as well as physically. In the end, he would have been disappointed with me. I just think I was able to give him enough of a confidence boost to be able to have a proper conversation with someone he was interested in. He's better off this way.

JS and I have been chatting a bit - he's still really into the idea of me fucking him in the ass. However, he wants to have time to "loosen himself up". We exchanged pics, his being of shoving a few fingers up his ass, and mine being of me wearing a strap on. He's deliciously hot, but I need to figure out when I'll see him again. I love making people's fantasies come true.

A few days ago, I ended up messing around with my roommate's best friend, KZ. Despite being gorgeous, he seemed to have a terrible amount of hangups that I eventually figured out came from an intense Catholic upbringing. It led to a huge misunderstanding. I thought we were going to fuck, but he was more interested in just messing around, and was supremely against me giving him head. I think the whole situation would have been easier had I gotten to know him better before we messed around, and had realized what he really wanted. The next morning, he and my roommate left to go camping for the long weekend, and I have no idea how much of what happened will be shared with my roommate, and how pissed my roommate will or will not be at me. We shall see when he returns tomorrow.

A called me yesterday. It had been a little over a month, which was about right - he likes to disappear, which used to bother me, but now I don't mind. I know that when he wants me, he'll come find me. We'd talked about him wanting to be dominated before, but at the time we met (early last fall), I was looking for someone to dominate me. We still had great sex, but I think he was looking for someone that would take more control of him. He actually texted me first, saying "Know any dominant mistresses?", but I didn't get it until after he called me. We caught up a little bit, and decided to get together soon. I alluded to my experiences with DN, and told him that I had invested in a riding crop recently. He seemed to be excited about that.

Later, A was online and we chatted about how he was looking to be dominated. He said that he enjoyed the idea of being tied up, and that he would like to led around by a leash. I found a leash online that was meant to be attached to his cock and balls, and he really got into the idea. I made a "wishlist" of bondage items on this site that I think would be useful in dominating him, including an under the bed restraint system, bondage tape, and Wartenberg pinwheel. He really liked the idea of everything I showed him, so I think we'll be in for some good times.

I ended up being out at a party that night until after 3, but when I got back, A was still online waiting for me. He ended up coming over around 4...it was really good to see him. I was really tired, but he has this way of getting to me, where I knew that I'd never get to sleep if I didn't fuck him silly. He knows to undress when he gets here...he left his boxers on though. We kissed for a long while, rolling over and alternating who was on top. Eventually I told him to roll over, face down. I removed my shirt and pressed my breasts against his back. I swept his hair to the side (his hair hangs halfway down his back) and began to kiss and bite his neck. His immediate reaction was to thrust his hips into the mattress. I ran my nails down his back and intensified his hip movements by thrusting into him as well. He loved every second of it. I entwined my fingers with his, and covered his back with a mixture of kisses, licks, and bites. He moaned approvingly.

I eventually rolled off him and he turned to face me. I grabbed his cock...I always forget how thick he is until i wrap my fingers around him. He pulled me close to him and grabbed my ass, kissing me deeply. I scratched his back again as I lifted one leg to ease his hand's access inside my panties. He moaned into my mouth as his fingers slipped into my core - one of his ultimate turn ons is how wet I get for him. I was so turned on that as soon as his fingertips found my clit, I was shuddering in his embrace. My grip tightened on his cock and the pace of my strokes quickened as I neared orgasm...I screamed as I went over the edge. It was delicious.

I decided I needed him inside me, so I took off his pants, and he knew to remove his boxers. As I climbed onto him, I could hear him mutter an "oh, yes". He really needed me to fuck him, but it was not to be quite yet. I straddled him, my pussy only an inch or so from his throbbing cock. I kissed him gently, and then took his hands and pinned them above his head. I looked straight into his eyes, and asked him what he wanted. He completely let go.

"I need you. I need you to dominate me. I need you to take control of me. I need you to take control of my cock. I need you to have your way with me."

"You want me to own your cock?"

"Yes, Mistress."

It was extremely hot, I thrive on dirty talk. I moved my hips to align the tip of his thick cock with my entrance. I pressed my forehead to his.

"Do you like it when I tease you with my pussy?"

"Yes, Mistress."

I began to slide my wet cunt lips gently up and down his shaft, not yet letting him enter me.

"Do you like feeling my juices coat your cock?"

"Yes, Mistress."

I let just the tip of his cock enter me and then stopped. He squirmed a bit, thankful to feel me dripping onto him, but desperate to be buried inside me.

"Hold still."

He did as he was told. I ever so slowly descended onto him, reveling in his thickness stretching me open. I stopped after about an inch, and then rose back up just as slowly. A sucked in air between his teeth as I sank back onto him, a little further this time. I played this game for a long while, until eventually I was completely impaled on him. I held still, loving the feeling of being full, and kissed him. Then I couldn't take it anymore, I needed to cum. I rubbed my clit against his body and came all over him, clenching his cock. He said that he loved feeling my wetness cover him.

Keeping his hands pinned above his head, I began to fuck him. My intention was to start slowly and build up speed, but my need to fuck took over. I bounced on his cock forcefully, loving the look on his face and the way he felt deep inside me. To get more leverage, I moved my hands to his chest and pressed down, trying to get him inside me as deep as possible. As a good submissive, he kept his hands above his head as I ravaged him. I came and came on his cock, wearing myself out. After several orgasms, I rolled off of him, spent.

We kissed and talked for a minute while I caught my breath. I then told him to fuck me from behind, to fuck me hard and cum inside me. (This was special, as he usually hasn't cum when we're together, it's always been more about pleasing me than himself.) I turned over and before I knew it, he was pounding into me and I was gushing everywhere. It was a delicious feeling. His thrusts were so hard that he knocked me out of a kneeling position, I was nearly lying flat on my stomach, yet still he continued his direct assault on my cunt, just as he was told. I reached between my legs and pressed hard on my clit. When I came, my muscles clenched so hard they pushed him right out of me. He attempted to reenter me, as he was on a mission, but I told him I wasn't sure how much more my pussy could take, and guided him to lie on top of me. I loved feeling his weight on me.

Now that I had cum a million times, I wanted him to cum too. I nestled beside him and guided his hand to his cock and told him to cum for me. He stroked himself as I touched him all over, kissing his chest. He didn't seem to be getting anywhere, so I asked if there was anything I could do to help. He said that I was being wonderful to him, but that he was left handed...I'd completely forgotten! We switched sides and all was well with the world. I kissed him deeply and wrapped my leg over his as my nails scratched the inside of his thigh and pressed against his balls. Soon, he said "I'm going to cum, Mistress" and then shot his load over his stomach, some of which landed on my tits - it was a beautiful sight.

We cleaned up and then cuddled. One of my favorite things about A is not only is the sex amazing, but he's not afraid to be affectionate post-sex or to stay the night. I reiterated that I think he missed me (this is an ongoing joke for every time I see him, even though he's the reason for the time lag between visits) and we turned off the light and fell asleep to music.

I thought we might fuck again in the morning, but alas he had someplace to be and I was quite tired still. I hope now that we have plans for me to be more controlling of him that we see each other more often. Just thinking about the possibilities gets me going.

Anal Attentions

This week, I have had three men approach me with the fantasy of me fucking them in the ass. I was able to make this fantasy come true for two of the three - the third being located halfway around the world was the only obstacle to having the fantasy of all three men come true.

After much thought on the subject, I have decided to take on DN as My slave. He refers to Me as Mistress, he does not cum unless I say so, and I'm having him write his own blog about his experiences. Being such a shy virgin, I allowed him to keep his journal private, but I may cross-post here as I see fit. Although I am not attracted to slave in a conventional sense, I am attracted to his devotion and the idea that I am the first person ever to have any sort of sexual contact with him. I enjoy playing teacher sometimes, so how could I resist such a willing student?

I invited slave over to play Saturday afternoon. slave was to arrive freshly showered and with a gift for Mistress - something with meaning to slave. he has spent time in Japan, so he gave Me a coin, which is a symbol of good luck. When I had slave recount his experiences in his journal, he said that he had practiced describing the gift to Me, so that he would not stumble over his words and be unpleasing to Mistress upon arrival. I told slave to undress, and to come sit on the bed next to Me. slave was so nervous he was nearly shaking. I was very kind to slave, touching his face, reminding him that he has many lessons to learn from Mistress, and that he should remember his safe word.

I began by touching him gently...his arms, legs, and back. he shuddered under each touch, making indescribable noises. he had never had anyone touch him in this way. he arched his back as I ran My nails down his spine. slave's cock began to drip precum, so I took a drop of it on My finger and made him taste it. "Do you like the taste of yourself?" "Yes, Mistress."

I pushed slave back onto the bed, and knelt before him to inspect his cock. My fingertips traced circles on his inner thighs and pelvis, which turned into scratching - the whole time slave could not keep in his noises and subtle movements. Mistress was gracious to slave to allow him these reactions, but may not do so in the future. slave's cock nearly became a slow running faucet, and in order to save My sheets, I began to spread his drippings on his inner thigh, but still not touching his cock.

I then had slave get on all fours on the bed to prepare him for his anal training. slave wishes for Mistress to fuck his ass one day, but clearly slave was not ready for such treatment. he needs to be trained to be able to receive My cock. Once he was on all fours, I pushed his shoulders down to the mattress, in order to get his ass up high enough for what I was planning. slave said later that he loved being pushed down in this way. slave is learning that he is better off under My control.

slave had made a few transgressions during the week, mostly touching himself without Mistress' approval. However, he did not cum, and was thinking of Mistress when doing so, so I only gave him a few spankings and scratched My nails down his back, ass, and thighs. I also bit his ass cheeks, which he had an intense reaction to, and played with his balls which really made him shudder. I got out the lube and played with his hole using My fingers...he was so tight. I then got out a small butt plug (about 5 inches long and about an inch wide) and lubed it and then began working it into his ass. I made slave tell Me how it felt, and he said the mixture of pleasure and pain was indescribable, and that he was grateful to Mistress for Her attentions to his ass. I was able to work the toy all the way inside him, and decided that slave's first penetration was a memorable event, so I took this picture:




I slowly worked the toy in his ass while playing with his balls, and he loved every second of it.

After I removed the toy from his ass, I told him to get up and sit on the floor cross legged. I asked slave if he wanted to see what fucking slave in the ass had done to Mistress. he very much wanted to see. I took off My pants, sat down on the bed and spread My legs so that his face was about 3 feet from My cunt. I fingered My clit, spreading My juices around, and slave's eyes got wide. I got out My own toy, laid down on the bed and began fucking Myself with it. slave very much wanted to serve Mistress orally in this moment, but I was too far gone in My needing to cum that I really didn't care. I fucked Myself harder, enjoying the audience, and came all over My dildo. I then held it up for slave to clean with his tongue, and asked if slave enjoyed watching Mistress cum. slave thanked Mistress for the opportunity to watch Mistress orgasm.

I then had him lie upside down in My bed, and climbed on top of him in a 69 position. It was now time for his oral training. I straddled his head and got within a few inches of his face, and told him to breathe in Mistress' scent. I then instructed him to explore Me with his tongue. slave was rather good for never having been anywhere near a pussy before, let alone one that was upside down. Eventually, slave found My clit and I came in his mouth, while grabbing onto his thighs. I never once touched his cock during this time.

I had kept My shirt on this entire time, so I took it off and straddled slave right side up. I smothered him with My tits and then gave him permission to touch them. his touches were extra light, and he rolled them around in circles. I began to rub My clit against his stomach, covering him in My juices. I told slave that he was to wear My juices on him all day and all night, and that he was to blog about his experiences with Mistress. I then came again, all over his stomach.

I rolled off of him, and asked slave if he would like to cum. he asked politely for Mistress' permission to cum, so I allowed him to touch himself. slave complained that he was in an awkward position as he is used to sitting in a chair. I told him to cum anyway. he tried, but was unable to, but I believe it had more to do with being nervous than the position that he was in. I told him to sit up and lean against the wall, and I did so as well, but on the wall perpendicular, as My bed is in the corner of the room.

I sat back and smoked a bowl and chatted with slave, and had slave massage My feet. I then played with slaves balls with My feet. slave said he felt very comfortable being naked with Mistress, but normally this would terrify him. I asked if slave still wanted to cum, and he did, so I let him touch himself again, but I was growing tired. slave was still experiencing performance issues even when sitting up, so I dismissed him. I told him to get dressed because Mistress was tired. He whined slightly, but I gave him a look that stopped that. he then thanked Mistress for the opportunity to serve Me, put on his clothes, and left.


The entire experience was very arousing, so I got myself off once more before taking a nap. I've always known that I'm almost more turned on by ideas than by actions, which is why I've always preferred erotica to porn. So it was interesting to see how turned on I got by interacting with someone I'm not inherently attracted to, all because the nature of our interactions put me in control. Why didn't I do this before?

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Later that evening, I had a social gathering at my place, and a few of us stayed up until quite late. I was looking at some pictures I had posted online, and noticed that someone had sent me a message. It was a friend of a girl that lived near me nearly three years ago. I'd nearly forgotten this boy existed, as we had never really talked and had just drank together in a group setting a few times. We'll call him JS.

His message was missing a few words, which laid clues to his level of intoxication. The gist of the message was that he wanted me. I happened to catch the message just as he had written it, so I responded with "Oh really?" and he said he's looked and my pictures and thought about me. Now, all the pictures I have posted on this particular site are pretty tame, save for a few low-cut shirts I've worn. So this was screaming "I love your huge tits and like to jerk off looking at them." This would probably be a turn off to a lot of girls, but not me.

I found his screen name and messaged him more directly. He wasn't sure I remembered him, but I did, and proved it by digging up an old picture of him shirtless. As I probed him with questions, I think he was starting to regret telling me about his long held desire for me. But then I made a deal with him. He needed to tell me about some of his fantasies, and in exchange I was to see what I could do about making some of them come true. He thought this would be alright as long as I shared some of my fantasies with him. I agreed, and I think he was just intoxicated enough come right out with the idea that he wanted a girl to be aggressive with his ass.

I asked if he just meant that I should finger him, or fuck him with a strap-on. He couldn't believe that I said that because that was his ultimate fantasy, but he wasn't sure if he'd be able to take it right away. I told him I could work up to it. At this point he really wanted to come over, but it was around 4:30am. I told him that I needed to get some sleep and that he should come over the next day, but after further discussion and his expressed desire to eat my pussy, we were both so riled up that we needed to make this fantasy come true. He called a cab and arrived at my place around 6am.

When he walked in I was lying down as I was pretty tired, but seeing his smiling face perked me right up. He was just as gorgeous as I remembered him. He was really nervous, but once we got kissing and I pulled him on top of me, he relaxed a little. I rolled on top of him and started taking off his clothes. When I began to pull off his boxers, he got really shy and covered his cock with his hand and asked if we could turn the lights off. This really annoyed me, as I like to see what the hell I'm doing, especially since I was planning to penetrate his ass in a little while. I succumbed and switched off the light, and went back to admiring his cock, taking it into my mouth.

He seemed uncomfortable by this action, as he had discussed that he wanted me to be in control and wanted to please me. (It seems that I am flypaper for submissives.) He wanted to go down on me, so I happily switched places with him and spread my legs. He was more talented with his tongue than I expected, especially since he was only using his tongue and not the rest of his mouth. I came for him several times, especially when he began to finger me. I remember thinking "This is the life...having boys come to me to eat my pussy whenever I want" as I came again. I became a little sensitive, so I sat him up and kissed him, tasting myself on his tongue...it was delicious.

I asked him if he was ready to be fucked, and he said he was. I got him on all fours, but he had his ass too close to the bed so I had to reposition him to get him at the right angle. I got out the lube and began to slowly finger him, finding his spot and massaging it, which made him moan. He loved it. I then got out my toy (the same one used on slave, cleaned, of course), and lubed it and slid it inside slowly. He soon began pushing back on the toy...he really wanted to be fucked. I asked him how he liked it, and he said that he wanted me to be on top of him, so I bent over and laid my breasts on his back and thrusted my hips into him as I continued to use my hand to fuck him with the toy.

It was seriously one of the hottest things ever, this beautiful, tan, smooth skinned boy that I have bent over on my bed, fucking his ass, and him bucking back against me, moaning and loving every second. As much as I enjoyed playing with slave, this was much more enjoyable because of the give-and-take. After a while he said he wanted to fuck me, to which I told him I wanted him to fuck me from behind. I figured we might as well do a true switch, and besides, I love getting pounded from behind.

We got into position, and I thought I felt the head of his cock against me, but then he decided he wanted to finger me some more. His hands were quite dexterous and he fingered my clit and found my spot inside and had me gushing all over his hand. I found it really hot as I am not usually fingered while in that position. He had me panting and begging for him to fuck me. He just kept fingering me, but after I asked enough times, he said "It's been a long night". I understood, so I had him lie next to me as I recovered from my orgasms. He held me close, and said that he was a cuddler and he liked being near me. How could I resist his strong arms around me? I nearly melted.

We began to kiss, and his hand gently rubbed my clit and our kissing became more passionate as he brought me to yet another orgasm. I felt his cock brush against my leg - apparently our kissing got him hard again. We had talked about how he would like it if I rode his cock so my tits were swinging in his face and he loved the idea so that's exactly what I did. I climbed on top of him, and guided his cock inside me. The sensation of being penetrated was completely worth the wait. I rode his cock desperately, and he grabbed my tits and when I leaned forward, he began to suck on a nipple. I came on his cock several times, pushing on his chest, screaming, and grinding my clit against him. He loved it, and eventually said that he was near cumming as well, so I increased my pace (if that were possible) and we came again together. It was exactly what both of us needed.

He texted me the next day, saying that thinking of me made him get off really quickly, and that he couldn't wait for me to fuck his ass again. We messaged back and forth until I was so hot and bothered that I had to get myself off before passing out again. I like it when boys come at me from all directions.

I wonder what this week will entail...slave and JS could easily keep me busy, but I'm considering calling A to see why he's AWOL yet again, and who knows what will happen with C - last weekend he drunkenly called at 3am wanting me to come to his office to fuck him. I declined as I was dead asleep when he called, and he was slurring his words enough to make it not a good idea. I can't wait to talk to JL about all of this. He'll be envious. :) Off to more adventures!

Ahh...much better.

It took less than 24 hours to get A back in my bed. He came over around 11 Thursday night, and we were all over each other as soon as he walked in the door. We walked in my room and he began to kiss me and then leaned back on the bed but kept his arms around me so I had no choice but to fall on top of him. He was already hard...and I was already quite wet, not only from anticpating his arrival, but from getting myself off as soon as I'd gotten home from work. Knowing that I'd be seeing him again had kept me hot and bothered all day.

I quickly maneuvered him out of his clothes, kissing and fondling all the way. There was a sense of urgency within both of us that I hadn't felt with anyone in a long time. We had to have each other. When his pants came off and his cock was finally exposed, I couldn't help but lean down to suck on him. I then remembered why I'd never really given him head much...his cock is incredibly thick, with and enormously bulbous head. It's perfect for my pussy, but my throat - not so much. Didn't stop me from trying though.

I had him completely naked before I'd taken off a thing. After sucking him for a few, I straddled him and took off my shirt, and his hands went immediately to my breasts and his mouth to a nipple. I could feel his erection pressing between my legs, and as much as I wanted to tease him, this simply wasn't the time. I rolled off of him so I was sideways on the bed, and began to pull off my pants as he kissed me. He reached down to find my soaking pussy, and then wasted no time in climbing on top of me and sliding his thickness into me. It was the most perfect feeling of being full of cock.

As he fucked me , the words just started pouring out of my mouth. I told him that I should never had started dating M, that his cock was so much better, that it could hit me in places that M's never could (that'd be the g-spot), and that I was so sorry for blowing him off. I think this just fed his ego because he smiled and leaned into me farther and fucked me even deeper. My head started making contact with the wall on the upstroke, but both of us were so engrossed in the fucking that neither of us were about to stop to change positions. He propped himself up by his elbows and cradled the back of my head with his hands. I felt so consumed by him, which is a feat with his shorter stature. He was gently pressing on my head to keep it away from the wall and fucking my pussy so forcefully...it was exactly what I needed. I scratched my nails down his back and screamed as I came.

There's something that I've always found a little unsettling about A. He never cums when we fuck. He loves fucking me, he just never gets off, unless of course he's taught himself how to orgasm without ejaculating. I think next time we're together, I'm gonna ask if I can watch him masturbate. Maybe there's some secret trick to getting him off that I haven't found yet.

I had taken a nap on purpose earlier that evening, and I'm really glad that I did. We fucked 4 or 5 times that night, each time in a different position and then going until I needed a break. The last time was doggy style, which is one of my favorites. I was already rather sore by then, but I knew it would be so good coming from that angle that I couldn't argue with him. He even commented that even though I'm always wet for him, that I'm even more wet when he fucks me from behind.

I was ready to pass out from all the activity, but since A is still a student, he's gotten himself on a rather backwards sleep schedule and doesn't usually go to bed until 5 or 6 in the morning. He wanted to stay, but couldn't get to sleep and kept tossing and turning and keeping me awake. I handed him a book and turned on a dim light in my room and rolled over and went back to sleep with his arm draped over my shoulder. It was perfect. When I left in the morning for work, he looked so cute curled up in my bed.

I've also been getting lots of texts from D (the ex's roommate mentioned in previous post) about wanting to come down ASAP. This is a really busy week, so I've put him off until the weekend. But it seems that now that he's changed jobs, he has more weekends free, so instead of a fuck and run, we may be able to spend a little more time together and discover a few more things about each other sexually. I can't wait.

Also, the internet has delivered me a shy, extremely socially awkward virgin that we'll call DN. We had chatted for a while when I was still dating M, which seemed harmless. Who doesn't like new friends? However, I think he's taken a rather liking to me. Before I met him, I'd warned him that if he chooses to develop a crush on me, that the mostly likely result will be that I will break him in two. He seemed ok with this, somehow.

In a late night online conversation, I pushed a little bit to see just how submissive he really wished to be. I showed him this post and asked him if he'd like to do a little domestic work for me while wearing women's panties. He said that as long as no one but me saw him, he'd do it. It was too easy. Also before I met him, I gave him the schedule of movies I planned on seeing at the local indie theatre as they are having a "film festival". So he's been following me around to every single show I've seen. Unfortunately his appearance does not live up to his online profile (which was sketchy at best anyway) and while he's really sweet, he's also terribly awkward and I'm not that attracted to him. But I guess I'm stuck with him for the next few days. I'll have to find a way to let him down easy.

Been chatting a bit with C, also. I'm not really sure if he's up for anything further going on between us as I'm now single and because he's got a lot of pressure going on at work, but time will tell.

Got a few other people that I'm thinking about as well, but I'll give details when something actually happens with it. It feels so good to not be attached. I don't know what the hell I was thinking when I got together with M.

Back to being a slut...

...or to borrow a phrase from Juno, an eclectic slut.

M and I split. We just weren't communicating. The sex was incredible, but that's all we really had. I chalk it up to severely different upbringings, including completely opposite political views. It just wasn't meant to work out.

I'm really not that broken up about it - I'm more mad at myself for wasting my time with him and missing out on other (mostly sexual) opportunities. But it seems that I can pick up right where I left off.

I got in touch with A, under the guise of watching the new episode of House on Monday (it's his favorite show.) This was clearly a thinly disguised booty call, which he caught onto rather quickly. We exchanged some early morning texts that got us both a little worked up, so unless he decides to blow me off again, we should be getting together this evening. ;) I can't wait to feel his cock inside me again. We also chatted about his submissive nature, and how I had some ideas for him in that regard. Since I have such a willing subject, I should explore dominant side of me a little more. A long time fantasy of mine has been to fuck a boy with a strap on. I've had the strap on for a long time, just no willing boys. We'll work up to that, though. I had him create a safe word in the meantime, just to make sure I don't cross any lines that I'm unaware of.

Also, I texted an old friend (he was the roommate of my first college boyfriend) that I've slept with off and on over the years. While the sex we've had has always been terribly vanilla, I'd gotten him to open up a bit right before M and I got together, so most likely, when I see him next I'll be bent over the closest piece of furniture being fucked proper. Can't wait...being 6'5", he has a deliciously large cock to match his stature.

Cheers to more sexual adventures!

The perils of being a former (really?) slut

The aforementioned A started talking to me again on Sunday. I believe this will require some backstory.

We met online, in September, I believe, and I found out that he only lives a few blocks from me, and we have a couple of vague mutual friends. (This town is small.) From chatting online, I discovered he was really looking for a relationship, and I wasn't at the time. (I wasn't at the time I started dating M either, but that's another story.) But, he wanted to hang out and one thing lead to another and we had a pretty good NSA thing going, but I could feel him starting to get attached, which made me freak out because I didn't want to hurt anyone else, I just wanted to have good consistent sex with someone that I was friends with. Apparently this is too much to ask.

Well, we were fucking for about 3 months non-exclusively, and it was excellent sex. Then the college quarter ended right before Thanksgiving, and he just disappeared. Didn't answer phone calls or texts, and was never online (he used to be online every day, almost all day). Of course, I didn't call or text that often, as I wasn't really supposed to be keeping tabs on him, but when we saw each other frequently and then there was NOTHING, it made me wonder what that fuck was going on. And I think I realized that I did have some feelings for him...I guess it's true that you don't know what you've got 'til it's gone. The sex with him was somehow different than what I had previously experienced. He was kind of a switch...he loved to be dominated, but also could pull a number on me as well.

Anyway, my last text to him in mid December said something to the effect of "Just wanted to make sure you're still alive." Two weeks later I get a drunken phone call at 3am so he could tell me he was still alive, and that he needed to go pass out. Later, I never did get out of him why he disappeared, but I said we could stay friends. We had one good conversation after that on the phone about sex, where I learned about his ex that used to lead him around by a leash around his balls, and his affinity for leather. Then he sorta disappeared again and called me once around the time M and I started dating in early February. I posed the idea to M of an open relationship, as A had expressed interest in fucking me again, but M's a little too traditional for such things, so I made a conscious effort to try to forget about A and delve into my relationship with M. And I was completely successful. Until Sunday.

A tried to explain to me why he disappeared, but still didn't have a concrete reason...I think if I hadn't been so anti-relationship at the time, A and I would have ended up in one. He finally did apologize for dropping off the face of earth (I think he finally realized how much that sucked for me) and that he missed hanging out with me and wanted to still be friends. I've tried being friends with former fuck-buddies before, and it's difficult to say in the least. Still, I told him that I would hang out with him the next day. He never showed...something about a huge family argument. But still he got me thinking...

A's cock is thicker than M's, and while he hadn't used it in quite the same ways as M, there's something to be said about a more bulbous cockhead massaging you from the inside. I began to think about how easy it would have been to fuck him silly with all my roommates being away, and M would never know. I try so hard at this monogamy thing, but I just don't think I'm cut out for it. Maybe it's best that A didn't show up.

Then there's the story of C. I can't even remember how I ever got talking to this guy about sex, but I know that we spent several conversations skipping out of work or over a drink after work discussing relationships and sex and the pros and cons of seeing multiple people at once (as that was what I was attempting at the time) and we realized that we had a mutual attraction, but he was (and still is) in a relatively stable relationship and has been for over 2 years. He's significantly older, which to me only meant that he was more experienced, which made him all that more attractive. Aside from one time where we kissed in his office, it had all been teasing and sending of pictures and such. I was not about to be a homewrecker, and his office did not allow for a whole lot of privacy. Until today, when somehow I ended up in the basement of his office.

I fell for the line "You have to pee, don't you? Let me show you where the bathroom is." So I followed him down the stairs, and he went into the one stall of the bathroom, and guided me in with him and said, "Now go pee." He kissed me, and in between kisses, I asked him what his fascination with urination was. Up until this point, I had never known a guy personally that was interested in such things. I told him it was awkward, but yet I still undid my belt and took my pants down and sat down. This of course put my face right in front of his cock...he was quick to undo his pants as well. It was as beautiful as I had seen in pictures...deliciously thick. Without thinking, I took his hardening cock into my mouth. As he got harder, I wrapped my hand around his shaft as I tried to take him in as deeply as I could. He moaned, and said I should pee, and I didn't think I could so I just kept sucking. He told me to turn around but I declined, mentioning that he had bad timing. He then said he could put it in my ass, and while the thought was tempting, I knew he was too big for ass fucking without lube, and I told him so. He mentioned saliva, but I shook my head no. He then undid his pants all the way and pulled them down a bit...I was then able to reach under his balls...every man loves that spot just beneath them. After a few more deep sucks and concentrating on his large cockhead with my tongue, he came more quickly than I had expected, and tasted delicious. I kept sucking on the head and just below it as he came, making sure I had gotten all of his sticky juices. He was stifling moans...I think my cocksucking talent surprised him. He told me that he didn't know what it was about me, but that he hadn't been "bad, like really bad" like that in a long time. I smiled...it was good to know I still have some appeal. He put himself back together, and realized that me peeing in front of him wasn't going to happen, so he stepped out for a moment while I did my business. When I came out, he was like "Ok, the story is that you were trying to sell me drugs, and that we were haggling about pricing, and that's why we were in the bathroom with the door shut. Ok, cool." And then he changed the subject and we walked up the stairs and went back to his office as though nothing had happened.

So much for monogamy. Did I mention that M used to work for C? And that it's M's birthday? A new low, yet I surprisingly don't feel that horrible.

Submissive?

I typically have been a rather dominant person in bed. I'm not talking whips and chains or anything (usually!) but I've always known what I've wanted in the bedroom. Also, I've been with too many people that are either inexperienced or timid (or both), so I've had to be in control or nothing was going to happen, or at least nothing that I was going to find satisfactory.

However, over the last year or so, I've really been craving to be with someone that I would trust enough to take the control from me, but for them to know me well enough that I would still be pleasured in the ways that I crave. I got a taste of this with A...which made it so difficult to let him go. There were a few times that he would fuck me from behind, nearly putting his whole weight on me as he plowed inside (which wasn't much, he was maybe 5'2", but still), and just as I was about to cum he would stop. Freeze his entire body, for about maybe 30 seconds (it felt like an eternity) and then he would slam deeply into me, hitting bottom, and rotate his hips a bit so as to grind the orgasm out of me. It was so intense I'll never forget it. However, A's real desire was to be dominated...he had a former lover that used to lead him around the house by a leash around his balls. While I find tales of this arousing (I love BDSM erotica!), I find the practice of such impractical in my current way of life. Maybe someday...

I had discussed my fantasies of being taken advantage of and being spanked and told how naughty I was to my current lover, M, recently. We had phone sex regarding the subject at least three times, him telling me how he would walk into my apartment and just bend me over the nearest object. However, he was still caring about it...he said on more than one occasion that he hoped that I would have been thinking about such an encounter before he showed up, so that I would already be wet enough for him to sink his cock into me, as he didn't want to hurt me. I found this sweet but also silly, as he clearly has no idea how easily he turns me on. Whenever I'm near him, and a lot of times when I'm not, I'm already thinking about his cock inside me, a thought that always leads to wet panties.

Anyway, after discussing this on multiple occasions, it still never happened. We would end up in the bedroom as usual after dinner, and the sex would be amazing in it's own right, but he never took the role I so desparately wanted. Until Friday night.

We went out to dinner as per usual. Neither of us were terribly thrilled with our meals, and I could tell throughout the evening that something was bothering him, and in predictable female fashion, I was trying to get him to talk to me about about it, and in typical male fashion, he expertly avoided it. When we got back to my apartment, he held me close and kissed me, and we started to almost dance to no music in my living room, rocking back and forth. I so love to be close to him. He finally started to talk a bit about what had been bothering him, and I asked if he wanted to go cuddle in my bed and talk about it for a while. I figured that he could get whatever he needed to off of his chest and then we could make love. Not to be.


He walked in my room behind me and shut the door. He grabbed my hand and pushed me against the back of the door using his full weight and kissed me deeply, passionately, his hands tracing my curves down to my ass. I was taken aback...I thought we were going to have a deep conversation...but when he began to rub my pussy through my jeans, I thought "Finally! He's going to take advantage of me!" and I put myself in a mindset to go along for the ride. I moaned into his mouth as I felt his hardness pressing against my thigh, his fingers pressing deeper into me. I had to almost gasp for air when his lips moved to my neck and his hands moved to undo my jeans and remove them. He wasted no time and took off my panties too in the same movement. His fingers found my wetness... It was all a flourish of kissing and touching but before I knew it his clothes were off too and he took off my shirt and bra and his cock was pressing between my folds. I lifted up one leg and wrapped it around him and felt him slide inside. I was in heaven at being taken like that, but the angle just wasn't right for him to get in deep and we both knew it, so he spun me around and pressed me face first into the door. He slapped my ass and shoved his cock inside me and held it there, then began fucking...my breasts were flattened against the door but I didn't care, all I needed was his cock. I reached down to play with my clit but his fingers replaced mine and I came quickly.


The bed was not far away, so he wrapped his arm around my midsection and put me face down over the edge of the bed. I moved to get on all fours but he pushed me back down and said to keep my feet on the floor. I spread my legs slightly and he entered me again, this time fully and fucked me at a leisurely pace for a little while and then sped up as my moaning increased until I came again. Then he wanted me up on all fours, so I obliged. He started fucking me again from behind, deeply, while still standing on the floor, but then got up on the bed with me and spanked me a few times which only made me wetter. Then out of nowhere he lined himself up and fucked me harder and faster than I think I've ever been fucked. I looked over my shoulder and saw how fast his body was moving and I was amazed. I couldn't believe being fucked so deeply and with such force could feel so incredible. He even pulled my hair so as to get more leverage...it made me feel so dirty. After I came repeatedly, he released me and I fell face first flat onto the bed. After such an intense fucking, I thought he stopped because he had cum inside me, but when I reached down to feel inside myself, I only found my own juices.

In my post-orgasm stupor, it was surprising to feel the sting of his hand as it came crashing down on my ass. He didn't even have to say it, I knew it was for touching myself so soon after being ravaged by his cock. He spread my legs and propped up my ass a bit for him. His tongue expertly dove for my clit, sending me over the edge again nearly instantly...I love it when he explores me with his tongue. Then he began to spank me repeatedly. It was erratic...no rhythm, so I couldn't anticipate it, which made it even better. He told me I was his dirty girl. He asked if I liked being such a slut and told him I LOVED being HIS slut. With all the dirty talk and the assault on my tender ass, I was dripping wet yet again for him.

The depths of my cunt had yet to begin to recover from such a deep fucking when he penetrated me with two fingers and magnetically found my g-spot and began to massage it frantically. I was spread eagle on the bed, clawing at the sheets so much that I ripped them off the bed, screaming and moaning and howling and making noises I never knew were possible. I thought he would stop after I came a few times but he just kept going, altering his movements and pressure slightly, occasionally toying with my clit or rosebud. I think he may have even spanked me a few more times. It was such a flourish of intense feelings in my core that I couldn't even say how many times I came, but my best guess would be five or six. He then withdrew his fingers as quickly as they entered me and I was left panting heavily, drenched in sweat. I had to roll over because I couldn't breathe.

As I lay there catching my breath, I looked over at M. He was leaning sexily, half propped up on his elbow, half leaning against the wall. He had a bit of a smile on his face, and his cock was still jutting away from his body, rock hard. Despite my exhaustion, I willed myself to move around until I could lower my mouth onto his cock. It was difficult to try to suck his cock and continue to catch my breath at the same time, so when I took my mouth away from him for a moment to inhale, he made a quick move and flipped me over so I was sideways on the bed and drove his cock into me again. I was so sensitive from all of his previous attention that I couldn't believe that it didn't hurt, yet his pistoning cock kept expertly extracting orgasms from me. I thought this would be it...I just *knew* that he took me so quickly because he needed to cum deep inside me. After all, he had waited such a long time. But after I came a few times, screaming and clawing at his back, my hips bucking up to rub my clit against his body and my legs clamping down around him, holding him deep inside, he surprisingly climbed off of me without having filled me with his cum. By this time, the room had magically become about 15 degrees warmer, and without even me asking, he turned on the fan on my desk and pointed it in my direction. I was so completely out of it that I just closed my eyes and basked in the cool air passing over me.

When I opened my eyes, I noticed that M had resumed his earlier leaning position, but I was close enough this time to be able to reach for his cock. I noticed it was still sticky from my juices, which just begged for me to taste him. I began to lick his cock like an ice cream cone...long, slow licks, savoring the taste of myself on his cock. I told him that I loved it when his cock tasted like my pussy. I began to stroke the tip of his cock which was now rather moist from my saliva as my tongue worked to clean my juices from the base of his cock, licking his balls in turn as well. He began to moan a little, and then moreso when I came up and took him into my mouth and began slowly sucking. I rested the side of my head on his stomach and began a slow rhythm of moving my mouth over his cock. My right hand felt his chest and concentrated on his nipples as my left hand gently massaged him right underneath his balls. I got a little brave and moved the fingers of my left hand lower, slowly, until I reached his ass, all the while steadily increasing the rhythm and pressure of my mouth sucking his cock. This was territory that I had not yet explored with M, but had been wanting to. I was encouraged by how he spread his legs wider for me to gain easier access to his asshole. I got up on my knees and began stroking his cock as I sucked him deep and hard, my tongue swabbing the head of his cock repeatedly as my fingers toyed with his anus. I cursed the fact that the lube was so far away, as I wanted to slip a finger inside but I didn't want to hurt him.

He must have been lost in the sensations for a while, but eventually he said, "Don't you remember what I told you?", with an edge in his voice. I looked up at him, still stroking his cock, and answered "Hmm?" All of my senses were so immersed in everything that had happened so far that my brain was not functioning properly, and suddenly I feared that there was some task he wanted me to perform on him, but it just wasn't coming to me. He muttered, "Clearly, you've forgotten..." as he maneuvered himself to be upside down underneath me so that he could tease my pussy with his tongue as I sucked him. I sighed. In a recent phone sex conversation, he had said that if I am to suck his cock than he is to eat my pussy at the same time. He really likes 69ing, and while I like the concept, I find myself either concentrating on what I'm doing or what's being done to me, I find it difficult to do both simultaneously. However, this time it wasn't such an issue...I had already cum so many times that I was really more interested in sucking his cock. I did cum once in his mouth, but I found that if I concentrated on licking and sucking just the head of his cock that he would get so distracted and stop licking me altogether. I alternated this move with sucking him in deeply, and while I considered bringing him to climax this way, I knew he preferred to cum inside me.

After a while I stopped and leaned down to kiss him upside down. I then laid down in the bed right-ways this time, and I thought he would take a breather, but he was on top of me in an instant. Breaking the character a bit, he asked what I wanted. I deferred to him, but he asked again, so I told him that I wanted him to fuck me hard until he was about to cum, and then cum all over me. This was something else we hadn't yet tried, so his response was "Really?", and as soon as I nodded he was fucking me intensely...I couldn't believe my pussy could take it. I waited anxiously to be covered in his cum. In a mutual masturbation session at his place, I learned how far he can shoot when he hit me square in the eye, so I couldn't wait to see how much he could cum after being built up for so long. I had a small orgasm before he said "You ready?" and next thing I knew he pulled out and there was cum everywhere. I think he began to cum when he was still in my pussy, because there was a bit inside me and a lot of it pooled where my legs meet my body, but it definitely shot up and covered my stomach and my right breast. I felt so naughty being covered in his cum...I was definitely his slut that night. I rubbed the sticky white mess into my skin...I wanted to smell like him, to feel him on me all night. I found a little pool of it in my navel and spread it around...it was so naughty! He laid down next to me and I tried to express how incredible the night had been, but we were both so exhausted that we passed out in each others' arms almost immediately.

While this experience did not leave me being completely submissive, it definitely made me realize that I have found a lover that knows my body in ways that others could only have dreamed of, and that I can put my pleasure in his hands (and mouth, and cock, etc.) and still be intensely satisfied. This just opens whole new ways for us to pleasure each other...