Office Sex, etc.

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. 

Labor Day Weekend, Part 1

On my way home from work on Friday, I get a text from CW, asking what I was up to. I replied that I had dinner plans in an hour, but that he could stop by. "Stopping by" turned into a hard spanking and and an intense quick fuck with my legs above my head. I love fucking people who know EXACTLY what I need. I went into my friendly dinner date feeling on top of the world.

During dinner, a gorgeous acquaintance stopped by my table to say hello and ask about my evening plans. We'll call him SM, a tall, thin, lithe Russian with tousled blond hair and a perpetually mysterious air about him. He says that he's planning to have a small get together at his place and that I should call him later. I assumed this was a casual invitation, but I took it into consideration. I had already planned to attend a different friend's party.

I return home and take a nap, tired from the long work week. I am awakened by a phone call from SM. He wanted to see if I was "still interested" in coming by his place, and that he would call me back when he had more definite plans. Not really sure what was happening, I fell back asleep. 45 minutes later, he says that he plans on meeting a few of our mutual friends at a bar close to my place. I finally get up to shower and since it seems he's particularly interested in seeing me, I make myself up a little nicer than usual.

As I'm getting ready, he calls again. Persistence! I let the call go, finish getting ready and call him back just to make sure he's still at the bar. I show up and he's engrossed in a conversation with a gentleman that could be confused for being Amish. Since I'm starting the evening late, I order a strong drink and make small talk with some other friends at the bar, one of which being C, but he's with his girlfriend which is always interesting. C makes a point to tell me that I look awesome when his woman is inside the bar, which was nice. Eventually SM cuts off his conversation because he "feels rude" since he invited me to the bar but hadn't said much to me. I didn't feel slighted that he wasn't focused on me, but thought that comment was intriguing.

We're sitting on the porch, and he makes an offhanded comment about how he was finally smelling a cologne he enjoyed. It didn't occur to me that this was a compliment, so as I mumble something about having just taken a shower I notice that all the other people in the vicinity are men so he had to have been talking about me. I've had fantasies about this guy for months, but never dreamed that he viewed me as anything but a drinking buddy. As I finish my drink, I ask if he wants to do a shot, so we head to the bar.

After a shot of Jameson and another Long Island, he asks if I'm still wanting to hang out as his place. I'm wide awake after my nap and curious as to where this is going so I leave with him. He said that he hopes his neighbors are having a party so that we could crash it. Alas, they are not, so we make small talk with his roommates (one of which is also a friend of mine). I make a drink and he grabs a large bottle of wine, and the two of us head to the basement to listen to his stereo. This is his favorite pastime, being drunk and listening to music. I've been here a few times before, but this time seems different, electric. I don't expect anything, just lean back in his recliner and absorb the sounds surrounding us. He and I have similar tastes in music, but he always seems to dig up something I've never heard before. I take mental notes to download a few things he plays.

A handful of songs pass us by, and he heads to the side porch for a cigarette. I grab my one hitter and join him, hoping it would help me relax, and after a few hits, it does. I muse on how much my day has improved since it started. "Work was terrible, but after that I get laid, stoned, eat a fantastic meal, take a nap, and then spend the evening in good company." I regretted it as soon as I said it...what girl wants to sound slutty? But it think it may have been the key to what happened next.

I turned around, leaned on the railing and smiled. He takes a few more drags of his Parliament, and couple more sips of malbec. He sets down his glass, and I notice his face change. He is now intoxicated enough to take a chance, a look that says "Aw, fuck it" that I barely notice before his lips are smashed into mine. I take a second before I begin to return the kiss, as I'm a bit floored by the turn of events. This goes on for a few moments, and then he pulls back as if nothing happened, returning his focus to his cigarette that's almost finished. He flicks it into the yard, picks up his glass and puts his arm around me. It feels natural to put my arms around him, and I notice just how thin he truly is. I look up, our lips meet again, and next thing I know I'm pinned against the house, being devoured. I take it all in, the smoothness of his exposed shoulders, the forceful way his tongue entered my mouth, his hands in my hair. In between kisses, I manage to say, "Thank...you...I wasn't...going to...do this...first." He looks at me and smiles.

I go back down the stairs, mouthing a silent "Fuck yes!" and sit back on the recliner. He pulls the lever that releases the footrest and in one smooth motion is laying next to me on the recliner. Next thing I know his tongue is nearly down my throat and his hand is working it's way down my pants. Suddenly, we fall forward...the way were are positioned has tipped the chair. He pushes it back but it happens again.

"I feel we have outgrown this venue."

He motions toward his bedroom, so I start in that direction. I turn around to kiss him again and he pushes me, hard enough to let me know he means business but not hard enough to hurt. I fall to the mattress.

"Tell me how you really feel."

He's on top of me then, his hands everywhere, consuming my body, my mind, everything. My nails down his back, clawing at his olive green tank and throwing it across the room. He goes for my shirt and I help him, removing my bra in the same motion. He begins to undo my fly as I marvel at his smooth, tanned torso. I remove my pants and toss them at the foot of the bed. He flips me onto my back and buries his hand under my black boycut panties.

I have one rule in the bedroom, everyone must be wearing a similar amount of clothing. There is no way he's going to get away with stripping me to my underwear and still have his jeans on. I maneuver myself on top on him and kiss down his neck and chest.

"May I?" I joke as I go for his belt. I get the button undone find a lack of underwear and a tuft of curly blond hair. "Of course you don't wear underwear." I am treated to a gorgeous half-hard uncut cock. Without a thought I lean down and take him in my mouth immediately. I look up at him to find his eyes closed and a sly smile. This doesn't last long.

"Turn around so we can 69." Yes sir!

With one foot on his pillow and one in the air, he buries his face into me as I grabbed his gorgeous ass and all but swallowed his cock. My mind was reeling...I never thought I'd get more than a hug from this gentleman, let alone be in this particular position...upside down. After a bit it becomes apparent that he's too intoxicated to achieve a proper erection but it wasn't going to stop me from trying. He eventually tells me to give it a rest for a bit, and I turn back around on the bed. He's on top of me again in an instant, his mouth attached firmly to my left nipple, furiously rubbing my clit. I'm nearing the edge, fighting with the decision to scream like I want to and possibly alert his roommates to the passion playing out just below them, believing that the Andrew Bird playing would be loud enough to mask my intense pleasure, or to swallow my desires to show him just how much I am enjoying myself. I choose something in between...I grab a pillow and scream my heart out into it, my other hand in his hair.

As I catch my breath, I wrap my arms around him. I can't get enough of running my hands over his perfectly smooth skin, taking in his clean scent. He lays back on the bed, and I kiss him, eager to taste myself on his lips. It all just felt so unbelievably natural. He gets up and puts on a robe and is about to go out for another cigarette but wants me to come with him. I try to wrap myself in his comforter but it's too big to manage, so he removes his robe and puts it over my shoulders, and pulls a decorative apron off the wall (did I mention he's a chef?) and puts it one. It appears to be a painting that was made into a fabric, with flowers and a girl on the front. I giggle as he ties it around his waist, his perfect ass not covered one bit that I admire as I follow him up the stairs. He lights a cigarette and turns it in my direction to take in my mouth. I normally don't smoke but like everything else that evening, it seemed like a good idea. He then lights a second one for himself.

The porch light was off this time, so I was able to admire him under the distant glow of a streetlight and smile as I looked up at the stars. I take a drag from my cigarette, stifling a cough as I remember I should inhale this kind of smoke. This is why life is worth living.

We go back inside and he changes the music, and we end up on the recliner again. He insists on keeping my robe open. I tell him that he must like my tits, and I muse that they are my best feature. He says that my best feature is that I want sex and that I'm not afraid of it. Well, he's got that right. He pours more wine for himself, intent on finishing the bottle.

It's not long before we're back in bed and he's diving into my cunt. Over the years, I've known some guys that have an affinity for eating pussy, but this guy is insatiable. This time he adds his fingers, probing and massaging, licking and sucking, until I'm practically worn out. We turn to cuddling and small talk.

"I don't want a girlfriend...of any kind." He mumbled that the first time, and I made him repeat it to make sure we were on the same page.

I sat up and looked in his eyes. "As fabulous as you are, I don't want to date you either." More making out ensued.

He also made me promise about 7 times that no one could know about this, especially one of our mutual friends that happens to be one of his coworkers. I told him that I don't mind being his dirty little secret. I've kept my rendezvous with C hush-hush, so why should this be any different. I told him that I actually prefer it that way, because no one would believe me if I told them anyway. He laughed, shook his head, and attacked me yet again.

"You don't kiss me with your lips, you kiss me with your whole body. I love that." And he does. As great as sex has been with CW, it lacks a certain passion, an emotional element that I didn't realize I was missing until I found it again.

I think we finally passed out around 7am - he utterly wore me out.

I didn't want to overstay my welcome (that horrible oh-my-god-what-if-he-wakes-up-and-regrets-everything feeling came over me) so I got up and got dressed around noon. I made a point to wake him up to kiss him goodbye.

"It's noon, I'm gonna go. I'm going out the side door. If anyone asks, I passed out on your recliner. I hope to see you again."

"Me too." Simple words, followed by his disarming smile left me speechless.

That was not a walk of shame, that was a walk of glory.

Airport Conversations with C

C: So a little problem with seeing you today that I'd forgotten about. Go to [conference website] and search for [company name].

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: Alright.

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.

(much later)

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.

An early evening chat with C...

SA: i'm supposed to have a dinner date tonight, but i pushed it back to give myself time to meditate on my intense need to have you buried deep inside me.

C: sounds like a good meditation

SA: my cunt drips for you.

C: see, this is why you need a car

SA: i wish you were here. my roommate is out to dinner with family.

SA: why's that?

C: because you could have already kidnapped me, if only briefly.

SA: mmm...

SA: god i need you, i'm so on edge.

C: same here

C: I'm turgid in my chair

SA: i want straddle you in that chair

C: mmm

SA: i want to bounce on you so hard the chair breaks

C: I love the sound of that, though I really like this chair!

SA: i need to feel your lips on my neck, your delicious words in my ear, your hands feeling every part of me as i impale myself on you.

C: I need to be consumed by your ass

SA: mmm. god yes.

SA: i need to be completly full of you

C: I want to jam my fingers hard, deep in your cunt, and jack myself off through the wall to your ass.

SA: that's fucking hot. i want to cum so hard for you, making my ass even tighter

C: I want you to cum so hard that your ass locks down on my like a cock ring, pinching me off long enough that I'm prevented from cumming, so I can redouble my efforts to force-fuck my jizz into you.

SA: (that sent me over the edge) yes, fuck me hard and fill me with the product of your lust.

C: you should be videoing your work for me.

C: I'm very quietly jacking off at my desk

SA: i don't know where my camera is.

C: bah

C: This is especially frustrating, as I tried to avoid carpooling today in hopes of fucking you.

SA: no good

C: ?

SA: that you had to

C: yes

C: I want to feel your tongue going over my cock from behind your tightly sealed lips

SA: mm, yes.

SA: i love the feel of your smooth cock in my mouth.

C: I want to feel it going down your throat

SA: hmm.

C: tears of strain, not pain, coming unbidden to your eyes.

SA: god.

SA: i want you.

SA: everything about you.

C: I want you to orgasm from a combination of stimulation, stress, exhaustion and, finally, release.

SA: you're so good at giving me all of those things.

SA: i need to become one with you again.

C: I want you to beg me to do things you only want to do because I fantasize about doing them to you and, as a result of me allowing you to please me, I want you to derive genuine pleasure where you didn't think you possibly could.

SA: you do make me want to do those things.

SA: it defies reason, but still is enthralling.

C: beg me to fuck your throat

SA: i want to learn to feel you deep in my throat.

SA: (check your gmail)

SA: sorry for the bad quality.

C: fucking awesome, though I'm sad I didn't hear my name.

SA: i'm sorry.

SA: i'm not used to cumming while standing up.

C: fuck

SA: what?

C: my nuts heard

C: hurt

C: sorry, dizzy

SA: my bad.

SA: i wish i could suck on them.

SA: are you ok?

C: my CSR interrupted me mid wank

C: oh crap, that was awesome

C: thank you

C: I'll cherish it

SA: what?

C: the video

SA: lol

C: the orgasm

SA: i love cumming for you.

C: I totally did a stressed "yeah, I'll come look at it in a sec" to my employee; just hid more under the desk and didn't zip up.

SA: naughty boy.

SA: i wish i was under that desk.

C: yes I am. That one knocked me over.

SA: hmm?

C: I came really, really hard.

SA: mmm, good.

C: watching you fuck yourself.

C: so hot

SA: you like that, eh?

C: that was pretty great.

SA: i did it standing up so i could see the reflection of the screen in the mirror. otherwise it probably wouldn't have worked...i move around too much when i cum.

SA: i guess now we're even.

SA: i still love the video i have of you.

C: Awesome.

C: Good work!

SA: i try.

C: I'm glad you like it; I love this one.

SA: good.

SA: i just love your cock...how could i not? it's so good to me.

C: It likes you. :)

SA: yeah?

C: He told me.

SA: what did he say?

C: mostly he just got really full of himself and, eventually, puked, but I'm pretty sure I got the message.

SA: lol.

SA: i love it when you cum inside me.

C: can't wait to do it again

SA: i know.

SA: i'm still surprised you wanted to in the first place.

C: how could I not?

SA: i dunno, i could think of a few reasons.

SA: i'm for sure not complaining though.

C: me neither!

SA: thanks for being the best sex i've ever had. you leave everyone else in the dust.

SA: in some screwy way i think it works to our advantage that we don't see each other that often. makes things much more intense when we do.

SA: not to say i would ever do that on purpose.

SA: there is a certain emotional element that we have that i lack with others. it's not something i can explain, only feel.

SA: and you have work to do.

SA: i should take a shower and call this boy back, but i think i'm gonna take a nap instead.

SA: text me sometime.

SA: i'll be thinking of you, as always.

C: I agree completely, and I'll be thinking of you, too. Naked.

SA: agree with what?

C: SA: thanks for being the best sex i've ever had. you leave everyone else in the dust. SA: in some screwy way i think it works to our advantage that we don't see each other that often. makes things much more intense when we do. SA: not to say i would ever do that on purpose. SA: there is a certain emotional element that we have that i lack with others. it's not something i can explain, only feel.

C: all of it

SA: really?

C: very much so. I've said as much before.

SA: i know. i'm just used to my feelings being one sided. it's hard to fathom you feeling the same way about me. (insert awkward self esteem issues here).

C: Well, fathom away, because s'true.

C: And go shower; you were right; I do have work to do.

SA: you're incredible, you know that?

C: You, too!

SA: *sending good 'get shit done' vibes your way*

SA: goodnight, lover.

C: goodnight, lover.

SA: *tear*

SA: :)

C: *smooch*

C: now go get soapy

SA: ok

Clandestine Rendezvous

We'd been texting all afternoon. He wanted to come to my office, but there were people working late. He was having a moral dilemma, as it was technically 'date night'.

He called me his favorite slut, and I asked if he had more than one. He said he had other flirt buddies, but I was his only slut. So I asked why he chose to cross the line with me. He said he instantly wanted to fuck me the night we met at a bar a year ago.

I couldn't wait any longer...I had to see him, even if nothing happened. I wandered towards his office and told him to go out for a cigarette.

He leaned against the wall and lit up, looking like pure sex. He'd told me that he was growing his hair out, and all I wanted to do was run my fingers through it. We sat on the stoop and continued our conversation in roundabout terms as to why he wanted me.

It was painful to sit there and watch the people walk by when all I wanted to do was touch him, to breathe him in, to trace his full lips with my tongue and kiss him deeply. I think the contact but no contact was getting to him too, as he made an executive decision to give me a ride home.

As we walked to his car, he told me how he hadn't been feeling well, and that he was probably just going to come see my house. I knew this was bullshit, but I kept quiet.

When my front door shut behind me, I couldn't help but touch him. He turned around to kiss me and I melted. Without needing to say anything, we headed to my room. I was really glad I left the air on.

"Get naked. I'm ready for some full contact cuddling."

"Oh, really. Just cuddling?" I mused.

Sometimes I think he's afraid to undress me. That somehow being close to each other with clothes on just isn't right. I stripped and laid back on the bed, and he did the same and slid in next to me. We were still warm from our walk but it was glorious being in such close contact with his smooth body. I got closer and draped my leg over his hip as I kissed him...deeply.

His hands explored me as he kissed down my neck. I was melting into him when his hand came down square on my ass, which came as a bit of a shock. I like to think of it as mild punishment for tempting him. I rolled off of him and his fingers delved between my folds. He found the wetness that had been brewing over the last several hours as his mouth found my nipple. I yelped as he immediately buried two fingers deep inside me, finding the most sensitive of places and attacking it. He was relentless for an excruciatingly short amount of time, getting me to the edge but not sending me over it. He withdrew his fingers and I noticed his hardness. I couldn't help but wrap my hands around it.

"And what do you want me to do with this?"

"Suck it."

I couldn't help but smile. He was all stretched out on my bed, hands behind his head just waiting for me to pleasure him. I leaned over and kissed him, and then down his neck and body, breathing in his delectable scent. I stroked his cock as my tongue caressed his balls. My pussy was screaming, "Just do it. Climb on top of him and fuck him. Take your pleasure from him." but my mind won out as I did what he requested and took his thickness into my mouth. His hands found my hair and he let out a soft moan as I began a slow rhythm on his cock. I silently cursed my unfortunate reflexes as all I wanted to do was take in his full length, but knew I would be unable to. This hasn't seemed to matter..he had said once that he didn't really like getting head, but this doesn't seem to apply when I'm the one between his legs.

After giving the head of his cock a good tongue-lashing, I leaned up to kiss him. Mid-kiss, he found a way to flip me over so that I was perpendicular in the bed. I thought for sure he was going to start fucking me with abandon. Instead, he buried his face between my legs. I moaned and writhed and screamed and came instantly. He slid two fingers back inside me and continued his tongue's assault on my clit. It felt incredible, but still I craved something more. And more I got.

He leaned up and slid his thick cock inside me with one motion, filling me, stretching me perfectly. He began with a slow rhythm. My head was against the wall and he was looming over me...I felt as though I was being consumed by him, and happily so. I closed my eyes and lost myself in the feeling of being pinned to the bed with his cock and the sound of his words. His pace quickened slightly.

"Do you like being my slut, to use whenever I want? Do you want to be my property?"

Something in my head shifted at that moment. I wanted desperately to submit to him, but couldn't seem to find the words. My mind was swimming. This was the first time in my life I truly felt I could give myself over to someone else, even if it was only for the brief times that we see each other.

I slowly breathed, "Yes...I want...to be...your slut." I held him close, wrapping my legs around him.

It felt liberating to be able to sum up in just a few words everything I had been fantasizing about for months. But then I heard myself say, "Why do I trust you so much?"

I immediately regretted it...that was something that was supposed to stay in my head, to ponder later. I could analyze the significance of what had just happened at a later time. However, his response was exactly what I needed to hear.

He pressed his forehead against mine and said, "Because I trust you."

We melted together at that moment. It felt perfect - the weight of his body over me, his cock buried inside me, his words echoing in my head, the contentment I felt at being his - all despite the complications of what we have created.

I was so relaxed in his presence, my mind was nowhere else but in the moment. He increased his pace inside me slightly, and I felt his cock begin to swell. I asked if he was about to cum.

"Your ass isn't getting off that easy."

I got a little nervous. The location of lube was unknown as I had just moved into a new house. As wet as I was and despite how desperately I wanted my backdoor to be filled with his thickness once again, I knew it wasn't going to work out without some slippery assistance.

My back was twisted a little, so I shifted my hips, and found that the motion made him slide a little deeper inside me. I repeated the motion, tightening my muscles around his thickness. The change in position also created greater friction on my clit, and I felt my orgasm nearing. As I continued to rotate my hips, he suddenly he gripped me tighter and muttered "Not fair...not fair." My motions had thrown him over the edge, and his increased effort to reach his point of no return sent me to mine. My fingers tangled in his hair as we made inhuman sounds.

Simultaneous orgasms are probably my most favorite thing in the world.

I held him for a moment and breathed him in, my mind rather devoid of thought. These are the moments where you want a pause button.

He rolled off of me and onto his back and I curled up next to him, despite the fact that we were both drenched in sweat. We mused over how we would never had experienced any of this had he not been in a relationship, because if he and I had dated, we would have killed each other by now. Funny how that works.

We caught our breath and then I fetched him a towel so he could shower. I peeked in the stall as we talked, it being too small for two people of any size. We discussed my desire to be dominated, and he explained how he doesn't want to go too far in that direction after a woman from a previous relationship truly wanted him to hurt her in ways he wasn't comfortable with. I understood that, but I still believe he has a dominant nature, especially for me to want to submit to him. I've never had that happen naturally.

He redressed and went back to work, realizing that he'd missed a meeting. Five minutes later I received a phone call from a (platonic) friend from out of town that was coming to stay with me for a few days. I was so distracted, it completely slipped my mind. I'm glad they didn't cross paths, for obvious reasons, and because that friend doesn't particularly like C for unrelated reasons.

I had planned on taking a shower, but instead ended up going to dinner and drinks with my friend and his friend, covered in C's scent and his cum still inside me.

Roundup...

...of the last few weeks.


Met a new guy, RH, over the holiday weekend. Let's just say that homemade chicken parmesan can get you everywhere. Sometimes I like being with inexperienced boys cause I like to see how they react to certain things, like my tongue circling their cock or me climbing on top of him. Over the course of the evening we fucked three times. He wasn't terribly adventurous, but I got him to try a few things. I can't believe he'd never done it doggy style before. We even tried it in a chair at one point. He had said that his last girlfriend had complained that he was too large for her, but I found that he fit quite nicely deep inside me.


However, I could see that look in his eye that he liked me for more than a fuck buddy. He considers himself to be pagan, but comes from an incredibly Christian family that he hides his beliefs from. He's a textbook romantic, and although I've been known to have those tendencies, I discourage them in him. He doesn't need his heart broken by the likes of me.

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A while back I got a text from A around 2:30 in the morning. It woke me up...it was one of those rare nights that I actually went to bed at a decent hour. He wanted to come over, and while I was still rather drowsy, I agreed. I moved since I'd seen him last, so I gave him directions to my place, and went and sat on a porch chair. By the time he arrived, I'd passed out in the chair.

We went upstairs, and he knows to undress as soon as we're alone together. We had a nice leisurely fuck...I rode his thick cock for a while until my knees couldn't take it anymore, and then we traded positions. He must have really needed me, because he came rather quickly, filling me with his stickiness. He rolled off me and commented that I probably wouldn't remember this in the morning. He left as he needed to work in a few hours, and apparently ran into my roommate who had just drunkenly come in on his way out.

When I did wake up, it felt like a dream, but in checking my phone, I realized he had indeed been there. It's so nice to have someone in my life that likes no nonsense sex.

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I've hung out with NF a few times and I have trouble reading her. One of these I'm just gonna kiss her and see what happens. The last time she was here, she brought a couple of friends, and I swear one of them was staring at me the whole time. She seemed like a classic softball dyke, and I was wearing a shirt that was a little low cut, but maybe I'm just imagining things. It's been much to long since I've had the opportunity to pleasure a woman...I miss it.

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RH mentioned that he wanted to see me again,and since nothing else was really going on, I invited him over on Sunday. He canceled on me, saying he heard from old friends he wanted to see. He ended up here the next day. I came home from work and took a nap when I should have been cleaning and taking a shower. As soon as he got here, he climbed in bed with me, and got a little overeager. Right then, I got a text from C, who was wanting to take a break from work to see me. I was rather annoyed at this point, because I knew that even if somehow the sex with C was bad, it would still probably be better than anything most people could come up with. I went and took a shower, leaving RH in my bed, and continued to text C. I wanted him so much, yet I had to settle for this amateur.

The sex was average...I came but not hard. He wanted to fuck again much too soon after the first time which left me a little sore. However, the second time he shifted his weight to the side and he fell over as he was still inside me, and began fucking me as we were sideways, and he'd never done that. I think he rather enjoyed it, and it was a different sensation for me as well. He got annoyed at himself that he wasn't able to cum a second time, and I was grateful when he gave up because it was getting rather uncomfortable.

As I went to clean up, I texted C again to mention how uneventful that was, and how I wished it had been him. He said "that was fast", and said he'd gotten himself off thinking of me. I couldn't wait to see him again...

So, I'm walking home from work...

...and I get fucked. Funny how that works.

I leave work an hour late, and as I'm walking out the door I call my roommate and make plans to meet him at a local coffee shop. This is maybe a ten minute walk, if that. On my way, I run into NF, who's back in town and really wants to hang out. She looks gorgeous, and I make a mental note to call her really soon.

As I keep walking down the street, I run into another friend and I stop to chat. We have a conversation about drugs and we exchange numbers so that we can connect about that later.

I continue my journey, and I see a local well known DJ across the street...his hair is unmistakable. He's talking to someone that I can't quite see, but as I get closer, I realize that it's C. As I walk up to say hi, said DJ goes on his way and we stand there, staring at each other.

He has this ridiculous power over me...just seeing him standing there in a white button up shirt, messy from an earlier job, the curls of his hair just begging to be touched. We chat awkwardly for a moment, then he turns back the way I came from and says, "Walk with me to get some gum." I thought he meant to the drugstore down the street, but we go back to his office. As he sits at his desk and fumbles through a drawer, I'm reminded of the first time we kissed...and almost got caught. He was sitting and I was leaning over him, his hand in my shirt, his lips felt perfect over mine and the sensation was connected directly to my cunt, making me instantly wet. Unfortunately, someone walked in and it was really awkward for a bit, but it was moments like that that made me want him so badly for so long. Apparently, he still wanted me too.

"Come downstairs and help me find a tool."

And by tool, he meant his cock. His huge, hard, delicious cock. He went to the bathroom, and then came back out and shut the door to the room right outside the bathroom, and kissed me. His kiss makes me melt into the floor, nothing could have stopped it. His pants were still undone, so I reached down and felt his hardening cock, and he said how much he wanted to feel my lips around him. I dropped to my knees and took his thickness into my mouth. God, he has the most beautiful cock I've ever seen. I reveled in the smoothness of his cock in my mouth.

"This is going to be the fastest quickie in history."

He has me stand up and I undo my pants and he turns me around and all of a sudden my dripping cunt is stuffed full of cock. I was having to be so quiet as he fucked me, but as he entered me, I know I gasped a little loudly. I was grasping onto the air as my pussy grabbed onto his throbbing cock. I needed release so badly. I whispered that I love his cock, as he thrusted deeper into me. He pressed his thumb against my asshole as he slammed into me repeatedly. I nearly bloodied my lip trying to stay quiet, because it felt so deliciously naughty to be taken from behind like that when two of his coworkers were right upstairs.

I leaned forward a little farther, and his cock head began to rub my g-spot in such a way that sent me right over the edge. I think my orgasm sent him over the edge, too, as I felt him shoot deep into my cunt. He quickly withdrew and began to go clean up, leaving me with a huge glob of his cum running down my inner left leg. He tossed me some tissues, and within moments, we were back upstairs, and he was interrogating his coworkers about the "tool" he was missing.

I went and met my roommate as though nothing had happened, but I could still feel his thickness inside me. We exchanged a few texts...I asked if he saw that he'd covered me in cum, and he said that he was too busy reacting to expelling it to notice. He said that he loved my gasp when I took his cock, and that knew he'd take a risk when he saw me because if he stays away from me for too long, that I start intruding on his mind. If only he knew how much I think about him...I can't wait to see him again.

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. ;)

3 days, 3 guys (Part 3)

Sometimes fun things find you when you're not looking for them.

I noticed a status message of a guy, ML, that I was friends with online but had never met in real life, however we have mutual friends. I responded to the message, so we got chatting. We were both at home somewhat early on a Friday night but didn't really feel like going out. He lives near me, actually in a place I used to live, so he decided to come over and watch a movie. I told him to stop by whenever, that I would just be putting some laundry and the sex toys away. He didn't miss a beat: "Don't do that, we'll just have to get them back out again." I didn't know what to expect, but I knew it'd be fun.

I'd seen him on the street a few days prior, but he still seemed taller than I expected. We never got around to watching a movie...we realized we had a lot in common regarding music, so we sat and talked about what new albums had come out recently and what we were currently listening to for almost 2 hours. We got closer and closer to each other on the couch. Eventually, he said, "Hey, do you want to go in your room and listen to more music and make out for a while?"

I appreciated the straightforward attitude, but my response was, "You don't have to be so direct, you could have just kissed me." And then I kissed him. We found my bed quickly.

Making out turned to clothes being removed quite quickly. I love it when a man dives right into me...before my encounter with C, it had been a long time since anyone was actively interested in making me cum with their tongue. I probably came three or four times for him, fucking his face and pulling his hair. It was really hot. I made him come up and kiss me...I love tasting myself on other's lips.

I think he was little surprised when I asked to switch places. He made a point of telling me that he didn't like having his balls played with, which I found a little strange, but I appreciated the directness as that's usually something I'll do when sucking someone off. His cock was curved in a way I hadn't seen before, so that made the operation that much more interesting. His eyes seemed to roll back in his head as I built up a rhythm with my mouth. It took a little longer than I expected to get him to cum, but when he did, he came quite forcefully. I loved that he warned me first, as if somehow swallowing his cum was a bad thing.

We then chatted for a while (there seems to be a pattern here, right?) and ended up briefly mentioning my friend that he was briefly engaged to. I asked him what he learned from the experience, and he said that if something appears too good to be true, it probably is. I wonder what that says about me, if anything.

After a bit more small talk, he asked if he could go down on me some more. I was rather satisfied as it was, and I knew that getting me more aroused was just going to make me want to fuck, but I figured that's what he was up to, so I agreed. I was still rather wet from before, and of course sucking cock makes me rather wet as well, so he had fun licking up all my juices before making me cum all over again. He then asked me to turn over. I was thinking I was in for a doggy style fuck, but instead I found him fingering my pussy from behind while he started to lick my ass. He spread some of my wetness upwards and began to slowly work a finger from each hand in and out of my ass alternately. It felt amazing! I put a pillow under my hips to keep myself propped up and began playing with my clit as he continued his fingering and tonguing of my most naughty place.

Before long, my pussy was drenched and the pillow was on it's way there. I couldn't stop cumming and screaming. It was an incredible feeling, and I think he was a little surprised at how much I liked it. After I had cum several times and I couldn't breathe anymore, he finally stopped. I think he wanted to have me play with him some more, but we were both really tired. I liked him enough to ask if he wanted to crash since it was after 3am by this point, but he opted to go home in order to take his contacts out. I fell asleep, musing on how much action my ass had gotten in the past week.

The next night I went out of town, and got a text from ML asking if I wanted to get together again that night. I clearly couldn't, but scheduled to see him the following night. We exchanged some more texts, and he mentioned that "we should do some more of that last part" and asked if I would be willing to return the favor, to which I readily agreed. I also mentioned that I actually do have a sex toy collection, and he was all about discovering what I had.

The next night, we skipped the small talk and went straight to getting naked. I love his tattoos...he has a full sleeve on one arm and two on his chest, among others...fucking sexy. We made out for a little while and then he wanted to see my toys, so I got them out so he could see the array of butt plugs and dildos. I don't have a lot, but enough. I think he was impressed how many things fit in that shoe box.

He dove into my pussy again and fingered me for a while. He then selected my smaller dildo and began to fuck me with it as he concentrated his tongue on my clit, which had me seeing stars. I love the feeling of being full and being licked at the same time. We then traded places and I started sucking his cock and then he asked if I would play with his ass. He got on all fours, and I started to lick him and slowly slide my finger inside. He was pretty tight, so I got out the lube. I asked if he wanted to start with the smallest toy I have, and he was quite interested (this is the same toy I posted in the picture of DN) so I slid it in and he took it with no problem. He seemed to enjoy me fucking him with it and stroking his cock at the same time. What amazed me was that despite it's smaller size, he was able to hold the toy inside him without my assistance. For everyone else (including myself) it always falls out.

I then asked if he wanted something larger. He asked what, and I told him that it would be the same dildo he'd used on me earlier. He agreed, but only if I'd strap it on. Hott! I adjusted the straps and walked over to him so he could see my newly donned appendage. He seemed apprehensive and aroused simultaneously.

I slid a condom onto my cock and was generous with the lube. I'd never fucked anyone's ass with a strap on before, so I wanted to make sure I didn't hurt him. It was a little awkward at first because he's so much taller than I am, but once I figured out that I needed to put one leg up to get the proper angle...it was much better. I pushed into his tight ass slowly, making sure that he was doing ok...he said it was great. I fucked him slowly for a while, and he made the most delicious moaning sounds. When I finally slid all of my cock into him and held it there, he loved it. I began to rotate my hips a bit and then went back to fucking - a little harder this time. It was great, until I slid out of him unexpectedly. I asked if he wanted me to stop, and he said no, to keep fucking him like that. I asked him to change positions and align himself with the edge of the bed so that I could stand on the floor. This position was much easier to manage. Watching my cock slide in and out of his tight ass was so arousing that my pussy was dripping. I told him that after this he would need to be fucking me.

Soon after that he said he was done, and had me get on the bed as he wanted to fuck my ass. I really wanted him in my pussy first, but I think he had a not-put-into-words aversion to actually fucking me. He asked me to suck on him first, as he was only half hard, so I got him solid again with my mouth and tongue. He got the lube and had me turn around, but was having issues getting himself inside me. I think we both realized that he wanted to cum but the fucking just wasn't working out, so he laid down and asked for another "awesome blowjob". How could I resist?

It didn't take long to get him going, and then he asked me if he could cum on my face because he'd never done that before. It's not something I'm particularly fond of, but I agreed. I was glad I finally got to fulfill my fantasy of fucking a guy in the ass, so I figured I should allow him the same satisfaction. I sucked harder, getting him closer and closer to the point of no return. Finally, he grabbed his cock from my mouth, and two or three strokes later I was covered in his white stickiness and it was amazing.

And then my phone rang, and we both laughed. It was like a jolt back into reality from the sexual intensity we'd just experienced. I got up to grab a towel, and made a probably unnecessary joke that it was most likely my mother calling. "Hi Mom, hold on, I need to get the cum out of my eye." It was her, but I didn't answer it, opting to put my phone on silent instead.

I made sure he enjoyed his money shot experience and he went home soon after. I was left reveling in the idea of how much fun I'd had in such a short time.

3 days, 3 guys (Part 1)

"Ok, I'm gonna need you naked."

We were stripping our clothes off within 30 seconds of him entering my room. His kiss was intoxicating. The pent up desire was almost too intense to take.

The original intent was to spend the entire afternoon together, in between him finishing up a few things at work and catching a flight. But he got held up at work, and never had time to go home to shower and pack. As soon as he could escape work, he was at my door. I didn't care about the timing or the lack of showering...I needed him. More than I'd needed anything in a long time.

There was little foreplay, but at this juncture, after nearly a year of teasing each other, it wasn't necessary. Once we were naked, I leaned back on the bed and he pounced on me in an instant. The intensity of his kisses and the pressure of his body on mine was exhilarating. I was lost in the sensations of everything about him immediately.

I could feel his huge thickness against my leg, and longed for it to be inside me. Between the picture he'd sent me a long time ago, and my experience sucking him, I knew he was going to fill me up to the max. To be honest, it's probably the biggest cock I've ever fucked.

We kept kissing, and I felt pressure between my folds. I thought he was about to slide inside me, but he had other ideas.

"Hold on, I need to taste the rainbow."

He wasted no time diving his tongue into me, expertly licking and sucking and driving me insane. I wrapped my fingers in his curls, desperately wanting more, always more. I came so hard in his mouth, bucking wildly at his face, screaming. He barely let me come down before he sat up and slid two fingers deep into my cunt, finding my g-spot and massaging it exactly the way I like. He was talking dirty to me the whole time. His words are but mush in my head, but I can still feel his touch.

I came and clenched around his fingers tightly, covering his hand in my juices. I think he wanted to make me cum like that a few more times, but once he felt my contractions around his hand, he needed to be inside me, and fast. He lowered his weight onto me and the huge head of his cock probed at me and then pushed inside all at once. I couldn't believe the delicious instant feeling of fullness, of being completed. Everything I ever wanted I had at that moment.

He held his incredible length inside me for only a moment, and then began to fuck me with long strokes. I know I was screaming and saying incredulous things, but I couldn't tell you any of it. At one point he changed his angle, shortened his strokes and the bulbous head of his mammoth cock was playing with my g-spot and cervix, deep inside me. I came repeatedly from this action, my cunt gripping his thickness almost involuntarily. It took everything I had not to bite or scratch him, as I knew I wasn't allowed to leave any marks.

"You've got to sit on this."

We were about to trade places, but as he sat up, he pushed my head down onto his cock. I loved tasting my juices on his thick member, but was unable to take him as deeply as he wanted. After a few moments, he stretched out on the bed.

He was already beginning to wear me out, but I relished the idea of being in control, of impaling myself on his cock. This was not to be...as soon as I was on top of him, he thrust his cock up into me so hard that he hit bottom and it hurt. He then kept fucking me hard from underneath. I tried to lean forward and adjust my angle to ease the pain, but he held my shoulders back. I was grasping at the air, not knowing how to react to having lost control, to him using my body for his pleasure and nothing more. I was beginning to like the sensation, but I knew I wasn't going to cum from that angle and pace so I tried to push his hands off my shoulders, but this only made him grasp me harder as he muttered "no breaks" and continued his upward assault on my cunt.

"I don't...want...a break. I want...to fuck."

He relented his hold on me then and let me take over for a bit. I leaned forward which increased the pressure on my clit, and began to buck wildly on his cock, increasing the pace substantially and cumming so hard. I looked him in the eyes, and I think he was surprised at how much I needed him, how badly I had been wanting this.

He kept talking about how he needed to have my ass, and while the thought of his monster cock penetrating my ass was terrifying, my desire to please him overrode sanity. I grabbed the lube.

"Suck my cock while you get that ass ready for me."

My mouth lowered to him as I greased up my tight hole. After my experience with riding his cock, I made him promise not to move until I said so. He consented, so I lubed up his cock and positioned myself on top of him again.

Getting the head inside was terribly painful, but his cock's thickness doesn't relent much after the head. I felt like he was splitting me in two. I'm not sure if he could see the tears welling up in my eyes, but he became somewhat kinder at this moment and talked me through it. My descent onto his cock was incredibly slow, but eventually I began to loosen up. I was slowly riding him, feeling him stretch me in places I didn't know I had. The pain/pleasure combo was the closest to subspace that I think I've ever been. Still, I was able to speak.

"Do you remember...a long time ago...when you told me...that you wanted...to dump your babies...in my ass? I should...have been...insulted. But instead...it just...turned me on."

I've never seen a bigger grin on anyone. He took this as his cue to begin to actively fuck my ass then, still slowly. I stopped moving for a few and just let the feeling of him sliding in and out take me over. I was propped up on my hands, wondering how much more I can take, when my elbow buckled and I fell forward, his cock slipping out of my stretched hole. I moaned at the sensation of his cock escaping my tightness, and laid on his chest, nearly spent.

He was not done with me, and was certainly not done with my ass. He flipped me over, and somehow propped me up so that he was able to enter my ass easily while on top of me. He kissed me deeply as his cock plunged back into my ass. This was a much better angle, and this time it actually felt good...I could hardly believe it. He was rambling about how he wanted his cock in my mouth and my pussy again after that, but rational thought made me shake my head. He told me to play with my pussy as he fucked my ass deeper.

I began rubbing my clit furiously. My pussy was drenched...any sort of ass play makes juices just pour out of me. Due to my extreme wetness, it was difficult to get any friction at first, but once I got it I was cumming almost immediately, reveling in the delicious feeling of orgasm with my ass shoved full of cock. I believe that going over the edge caused my muscles to clamp around his cock, and he began to fuck me faster. He leaned over me and really drove into me, and I continued my assault on my clit. As my second orgasm hit me, I could feel his cock expand and pulsate as he shot his stickiness into my depths.

I was so far gone, I couldn't move or speak. I think I tried to tell him how amazing that was and failed to put a complete sentence together. His cock stayed in my ass, and he rested his body on me. I tried to tell him to kiss me, and he didn't hear me right and I got frustrated because I thought he was withholding that from me for some reason, but I really needed his kiss at that moment. He apologized and kissed me deeply when he realized what I had said.

Eventually his cock began to soften, and I tilted my hips a little to allow him to slowly slip out of my ass. I felt empty somehow when he finally left my ass for good, but as I clamped myself shut, I could feel his cum inside me, and that was good enough for me. Usually I excuse myself to the bathroom after anal, but this time being filled with his cum was just too good.

He rolled off of me. I couldn't believe how covered in sweat we both were...this was a true workout. It has also been rather humid here lately, so I think that added to the moisture that had collected on our bodies. I wanted to curl up with him, but it was just too hot, so I began to blow cool air up and down his body, and he loved it. I then remembered that the fan I had could be turned up higher, and that helped as well. I laid back down beside him and put his head on my chest.

I couldn't resist asking him if that was what he wanted. My thought was that since he had gone out of his way to be with me, that I hoped it was really what he was looking for. He said it was beyond what he had imagined. I told him that despite the fact that it was built up for a year, and that I knew we were going to have a killer time, that he had completely exceeded all expectations.

This was probably the hottest sex of my life, or at least in recent memory, and I can't wait to do it again.

He began to realize how much time had passed, and that he really needed to get on the road. I didn't want him to leave, but knew that that's how these clandestine arrangements work - he can't ever stay too long. He showed himself out.

I laid in bed, still naked, still full of cum. I kept replaying everything in my mind, and my hand involuntarily went to my pussy. I need to cum just once more...

My phone rang...it was him. He mentioned something about how he thought he heard one of my roommates as he was leaving, and I told him not to worry. I then admitted to being so turned on by him that I needed to cum again, and he said to do so while he was on the phone so he could hear. It took very little effort, as my pussy was so swollen and aroused. I was able to push myself over the edge easily, moaning and panting into the phone. He said that my sounds were already making him hard again. He was getting into a bad service area so he let me go. I passed out just as I was: naked, upside down on the bed, covered in cum.

The next few days were laden with dirty text messages back and forth. I told him that after having my ass ravaged like that, it made walking up and down stairs interesting. The next night, I was at a party and was texting him as I was walking home, and he was drunk at a bar. He told me that I when I got home I should call and leave a voicemail of me getting myself off. Our chatting had already gotten me worked up from thinking about the previous afternoon, so it wasn't difficult to bring myself to a couple of orgasms on a message for him. I think the message was four and a half minutes of me being completely turned on and needing him. Right after that I passed out.

I asked the next day if he liked my voicemail, and he said he'd already listened to it a few times. I said he should let me listen to it so I could laugh at it. But he said that it's really hot and I wouldn't laugh. I suggested that I listen to it while he's making me cum, so I can be turned on by my own sounds. He seemed to like the idea, so we'll see if we can make that happen.

Overall, pursuing C has a been a slow but completely rewarding process. I can't wait to see what else we get ourselves into.

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!

Weekend Update

Early Friday night, I had a naughty conversation with C. He's not a man of many words, but the words he does say somehow suck me in and make me want him desparately. And I quote, "I just want a two-hour or so window where we know no one is going to barge in, because I want to take my time feeling every molecule of you." It still gives me shivers. I will have him...soon.

Later Friday night was terribly disappointing. The original plan was for D to come down after work (he lives an hour or so away) and then take me to dinner, and then we'd retreat to the bedroom, as per usual, except this time I'd hoped our encounter would be a little naughtier than in the past. Instead, he fell asleep after work, and after messaging him several times, he finally woke up and didn't get to my place until just after midnight - I wasted my whole evening waiting for him.

I was tired when he got here, and he could tell, so he asked if I still wanted to do anything. I told him to convince me. His "convincing" consisted of some bad kissing, stripping of clothes and climbing on top of me. I wasn't really even in the mood, and then once he was inside me, he was at a weird angle which was putting a really uncomfortable pressure on my lower abdomen. The more he thrusted, the more it hurt, so I asked if he'd turn over so I could ride him, a request he ignored as he continued to pump away awkwardly. I think he must have mistook my uncomfortable squirming for enjoyment, but I didn't even get close to an orgasm. I had considered repeating my plea for a change in position, but I could tell he was close to cumming, so I let him finish just to get it over with. He attempted small talk, but I dozed off. He'd talked about staying all weekend...when I woke up a few hours later, he was gone, and I was glad. I texted him to say that it was a pointless experience. I haven't heard from him since.

Saturday, a bunch of people came over to our apartment to chill. The weather was beautiful, and it was the perfect time to invite over a girl, MM, that had messaged me online saying that she wanted to meet some new people, as she is new in town. I couldn't tell if she was into me (her profile said that she is also bi) or if she just thought I would be a good person to know people. We sat and dranked and talked and I couldn't get over how gorgeous she was: short, with dyed black hair and incredibly piercing eyes. Later in the evening when most people had gone to the bars, she asked if anyone ever went to the graveyard that was close by. The thought had never occured to me, so the two of us took a trip over there and even though the wind had picked up and it was chilly, we found shelter behind a large gravestone and smoked some pot and had some really good conversation. There were a few moments in which I wanted to lean over to kiss her, but I refrained, wanting to get to know her better first, as I had no idea what she wanted from me. It's funny...I've got boys totally figured out, but it's still difficult to figure out what girls want.

Sunday, I stayed in bed all day. As soon as a I woke up, I picked up the laptop and had an IM from an online friend, JL, that's currently going to school in Australia. He had a sexual question to ask, and for the next 8 or so hours, we got into an in-depth conversation about our sexual fantasies and how we'd like to see them played out - in detail. At first, it was a general conversation "Would you want your partner to do this...or this?" but it quickly turned to the two of us sharing the ideas as though it was the two of us together. His words really got to me...he came up with ideas that I never would have thought of, and I couldn't help but touch myself the entire time. I came so many times for him. We discussed his desire to be fucked by a girl wearing a strap-on, which he thought I would find weird, but it's actually been one of fantasies for a long time, to have that control over a man like that. I told him about my desire to receive a true spanking, not just as a light precursor to sex, but a punishment for all my naughtiness. He took the idea to a whole new level. We agreed that if neither of us is relationship-entangled when he comes back to the States in November, that we need to get together. He promised to make all the things we talked about and more happen. I might post some of the conversation later...it'd be too long to post the whole thing.

Monday was uneventful until about 11pm. It seems DN is serious about me being his mistress. He said that my "nonchalantness" in our real-life encounters only makes him want me as his mistress more. He wants to come over this evening for a lesson in "making Mistress cum". I think that I shall put him in his place first to see if he's really serious about this before he's granted the pleasure of being anywhere near my pussy. I think getting him on all fours for a spanking while wearing some pink panties shall suffice. The end result of this endeavor will most likely not be pretty, but how can one resist such a willing toy? If I get bored with him, then I'll release him.

Around midnight, I had to cut my conversation with DN short, as I was to be entertaining a new gentleman for the evening. This was good timing, as I was getting a little hot and bothered from reading some stories, and I love to make people jealous. Another boy I'd met online a long time ago happened to be online, so I sent him an IM. We'd traded messages over a dating site for months, always being really interested in getting together, but it never seeming to work out. I found out later that we both had been dating someone for a while, but that didn't work out for either of us. We'll call him JR.

When we started talking, he mentioned something about how I should see him naked, and I told him that I'd love to, amongst other small talk. We talked about getting together for a drink on Friday, and after all the naked talk, he thought perhaps we could skip all the formalities. I agreed, and he mused that perhaps neither of us were joking about the idea. Neither of us were, so we agreed for him to come over. After a few minutes of preparation, he was on his way. I was quite wet at the thought of fucking someone that I didn't even know his name.

When I opened the door, he looked just like his pictures, tall with short reddish hair, wearing a corduroy jacket. I led him back to my room, making small talk, and sat on my bed. He sat down next to me and kissed me, slow at first, then deeper. He pulled back and said, "Wow, you're really pretty." Which was sweet, but also a nice pick up line, not that he needed any. I told him I found him adorable, which is exactly how he said I would find him. He went back to kissing me, and then said that I was a really good kisser - I told him that I have years of practice. I leaned back on the bed, and he took off his shoes and leaned over me, kissing deeply. My hands wandered up his shirt, and his hands wandered down my body, caressing my sides down to my legs. I pulled him close and wrapped my legs around him. He moaned as he felt me press against his hardness.

I then decided that the clothes needed to come off. I helped him off with his polo, and took off my tank top. He began to caress and kiss my breasts, and he rolled a little to the side, which gave me just enough leverage to turn him over so I could be on top. I sat on top of him, gently rubbing my crotch against his, touching his body, kissing his lips and neck. I then kissed downward, on his chest toward his stomach. He sighed as I began to undo his belt and his pants. He started to make more small talk as he was taking off his pants...I think perhaps I might have been a little forward for his tastes. Once he was down to his underwear, I answered his questions between kisses of his stomach, and then I slowly slid down his underwear, revealing a stunning erection, the sight of which made me moan. He asked why I made that noise, and I told him that I liked what I saw, and that he shouldn't argue with a woman who likes his cock, as I began to lick him. I think his eyes rolled back in his head at that moment.

Between licks, I asked JR what he was in the mood for. He seemed a little thrown off by the question, wondering why he had to choose. I told him to pick a position or something he wanted to try, and that I would go back to sucking his cock until he made up his mind. I think the workings of my mouth were getting him a little too excited, so he told me to come up and kiss him some more. He decided that he wanted to be on top of me and fuck me. I rolled to my side as we began making out. His hands roamed down my body, finding my sensitive inner thighs, which made me moan into his shoulder as I was kissing it. He began to caress my pussy lips, and with an "oh, wow", he seemed to be impressed by their smoothness. I asked what he was waiting for, and he said that he didn't think I was quite ready, and he wanted to make sure that I was. I took his fingertips and delved them between my lips so he could feel my wetness. I told him I was ready, and he reached for a condom.

We didn't need much foreplay, as both of us needed to fuck. He climbed on top of me and slid into my dripping wetness easily, and we both sighed at the feeling of completeness. He was really into kissing me as we fucked, which was nice, but sometimes made it difficult to breathe. He was hitting just the right spots to make me cum, during which I ran my nails down his back and pulled him closer to me with my legs. I told him to come closer to me, to put his weight on me, that I needed him closer, and he obliged, never losing his pace inside me. He said he was going to cum, and when I said "Oh, yes!" he picked up his speed and we came together.

As we came down from our orgasms, we both laughed at the situation we were in. We chatted about all kinds of things, school and work and such. He admitted that I seemed to be more comfortable about casual sex than he was, but I told him not to worry. He vascillated between being sincere and being self-depricating, which was really charming. We laid there naked, and I just kept touching him...his shoulders, his chest, etc. I was doing it subconsciously, so when I noticed what I was doing, I stopped and apologized, as that was probably irritating. He said that he loved being touched, and that his chest and his back were especially sensitive. We chatted some more, and then he began to kiss me again, deeply, rolling onto his side giving me access to his back. He made the most wonderful sounds as I slowly and gently ran my fingers up and down his spine. He said that his ex had never quite figured out how to do that, even though they had been together for a long time. I told him I felt special for having been able to figure it out in less than an hour. I must still be really good at reading people.

After much more kissing and touching on both our parts, I felt his cock, once again hard, brush against my leg. I wrapped my hand around him and asked if he was ready for round two. He asked if I was ready and wanted to know how I wanted it. I told him to take me from behind, and he was happy to oblige. He asked if I was going to make more noise and wake up all my roommates, and I told him that this time I would be able to scream into the pillow. He was working up to a nice rhythm, getting nice and deep and hitting the spots that I like, when he pulled out too far, and on the in-stroke he missed, and nearly bent himself in two. He tried to start going again, but I could hear and feel that he had really hurt himself, so I told him he could stop if he needed to, so he did. He left the condom on, rubbing himself and trying to relieve the pain.

I sat up and told him to turn around. I spread my legs around his ass, and began to gently kiss and touch his back, especially in the sensitive places. He loved it. I told him that just because I couldn't please his front at the moment, didn't mean I couldn't please his back. I kissed up and down one side of his neck and then moved to the other side. This must have gotten him more turned on, as he told me to get back on all fours. I asked him if he was sure, and he was. He put one leg up and came into me from a higher angle, which felt really amazing. I was like an animal in heat, screaming and bucking back against him. He then put his knee down and slammed into me really hard. I came a couple times just from that. After the second time, he slipped out of me again, and I fell flat onto the matress. I could tell he was still sore, but he was not about to let me down. He put his entire weight on my back (a feeling I LOVE) and began to continue to thrust, even though he was no longer inside me. When he reached around and started to play with my clit, I bucked back at him, and he got to feel my whole body shake when I came from his touch. I don't know how he knew that I would love that.

I was barely recovering when he told me to get back up on all fours and he slammed his cock into me again, amazingly. I was a sweaty, screaming mess. I came and came for him, as he was hitting just the right spots. Did I mention that his thumb was pressing against my asshole for most of it? It felt so deliciously naughty. I had to stop to catch my breath at one point, so we paused for a bit. He asked if I wanted to change positions, and I said it was up to him. We thought that me being on top might be fun. Usually I have to explain to people that my bed makes girl-on-top difficult, but he easily figured out that he needed to thrust up in order to get maximum depth. As I bounced on his cock and started to cum, I looked down at JR's face, and he looked incredulous, as though he couldn't believe that this girl was cumming all over his cock. I grinded my pussy into him, asking if he liked it when I bounced on his cock. He said he loved it as I came again and again.

I was getting tired, and he could tell, so let me climb off, but said that he still need to cum again. I snuggled up next to him and kissed him as he began to stroke his cock. He asked me to gently bite his nipple, and I did so as I caressed his balls. I could tell he was tired as well, as he would occasionally stop his motions for about 30 seconds, and then start back up again. He was realizing it was taking a long time, and apologized, but I just wanted to help him get off, so I asked if there was anything I could do, and he said to kiss him again. I did for a while, but eventually he gave up and said he probably wasn't going to cum again. We switched sides on the bed, and when I got close to him, my fingers began to caress his hand, and he made the same noises from that as he did when I caressed his back. I then remembered a trick I learned back in middle school that drove the boys crazy. I brought his hand to my mouth, and began to kiss and lick his index finger, then lightly sucking on the tip. The transference seemed to work as he began to moan and stroke his cock again with his other hand. I sucked more and more of his finger into my mouth, and he began stroking faster. When I sucked hard all the way up his "shaft" and then pressed my tongue hard against the tip of his finger in circles, this sent him over the edge, and he came all over himself. It was incredible.

After cleaning himself up, we chatted some more, and he said that he was really enjoying his time with me. I hope that means that we'll see each other again. I wanted to exchange numbers, but didn't for some reason, but I'm thinking he'll show up again soon. Who knows, maybe we're still on for that drink.