Ok, this requires a little backstory.
Over a year ago, I met a guy through a friend that I thought was terribly attractive even though I could kind of tell he was an ass. He doesn't matter, but what does matter is this is how I met his roommate, MC.
I've never really been able to pinpoint what I really like about MC, but I've narrowed it down to his sense of humour and his double lip ring...yummy. We've mostly been smoking buddies, trading stories of intoxication and just generally being ridiculous. He had a girlfriend of several years when I met him, so I never thought to make a move. Then, last spring I heard that they had split.
Early that summer, there had been a night where one of his good friends was in town, and we all got deliciously drunk and were up til 5am. I was still too drunk to go home, so I crashed with him. For some reason, I didn't know how to make a move on him. We were close to each other and sort of cuddling, but considering how drunk he was and his recent breakup, I didn't want to take advantage. We woke up early, and I kept trying to hint at things since everyone else was still asleep. I couldn't tell if he was oblivious or purposely ignoring my comments, so it got awkward and walked home. A walk of shame and I didn't even get anything out of it.
We chatted online later that day, and I was so tired of not knowing what was going on that I just straight up asked him if he wanted to be friends with benefits. He said he was still fucked up in the head over his ex, and he just wasn't ready for any of that. I respected that, and even though I thought things would be awkward after that, they weren't.
Fast forward to this spring. We hadn't seen each other much...we both had gotten rather busy and I was of course pursuing other interests. But I made a point recently to see him a few times once I realized he was probably transferring for next year.
Then, his birthday came up, and unfortunately I had plans that night (and apparently he would have been too drunk to function that night anyway) so I went to his place the next night after I had dinner with some friends. It was good timing...both his roommates were at work. I brought a bottle of champagne and some killer bud as a present, but I had another present in mind. ;)
After much TV watching and catching up on the latest drunken stories, I couldn't take it anymore. I sat closer to him, and started touching his knee. After many conversational hints and no response, I finally said, "You know, you're the hardest person to flirt with because I never know how you're going to react to things."
He immediately went into apology mode, and was like, "Dude, when I'm stoned I don't pick up on anything." It was kinda cute and kinda strange, because most people have some sort of reaction when you hit on them. I then just started touching him, playing with his arm, his hands. I realized I needed to be direct, so I asked if I was bothering him. He said no and kind of smiled. I really wanted to kiss him, but I was at an odd angle, as I was sitting on the edge of the futon and he was in a papasan chair. So I just kept talking.
I told him that even after all this time, there was something about him that I really liked, and that I still wanted him, but that I didn't know what was up after all that nonsense with his ex. He said that that wasn't an issue anymore. Now that that was cleared up, I said, "Good", and leaned in to kiss him.
He was a better kisser than I expected, and I loved the feeling of his lip rings...it made me think of other places it would feel good. We chatted for a little longer, and then I told him I had another birthday present for him, but he probably didn't want to be in the living room for that.
At this point he reacted! We headed to his room. I could tell he was nervous so I talked him through it - I think I may have been the first person he'd done anything with since his ex. We kissed some more, and I climbed on top of him. He was kind of leaning against the wall strangely, so I told him to get comfortable. He laid flat on the bed.
I climbed back on him and kissed him again. He seemed eager and petrified at the same time. I kissed his neck, and then down his body. I was on a mission. As I began to undo his belt and his pants, I knew he was nervous because his cock was completely soft. I pulled his pants down a bit and took him into my mouth. He sighed a bit, but I wasn't really getting anywhere.
I sat back up and kissed him, and told him that he needed to relax. I started touching his body more, and I took off my shirt. That seemed to help. I went back down and began to lick his hardening cock up and down. It was such a sweet moment of satisfaction, knowing that I had wanted him for so long, and here he was in my mouth, under my control.
I used all of my tricks: long slow strokes, taking him deep in my mouth, sucking only on the head, etc. I could tell he was really into it as he started to make some noises with the occasional "Oh God!" thrown in. I live for that...I really love to suck cock. I regard it as an art, and men seem to appreciate that.
He seemed as though he wanted it to be a more intimate affair. Some guys will grab your hair and push you down on their cock (a move I loathe), but he just grabbed my hand. We intertwined fingers as I found a good rhythm on his cock. I licked just the head of his cock again, and he squeezed my hand and moaned. I kept that up for a while, and then increased my pace, impaling my mouth on him. I could feel him get harder, and all of sudden he yelled "Stop, I'm gonna cum!" but of course this just encouraged me.
I closed my mouth around him tightly and worked my tongue magic all over his head, and continued this as he was cumming, and even after. He became really sensitive, and sat halfway up and held my head as I kept going. When I had swallowed every last drop, I slowed my pace and then just kissed the head. I love the sight of a deliciously spent softening cock.
I told him, "Thanks for the warning, but the idea was to make you cum." He didn't respond as he was too busy catching his breath. I leaned up and looked at him and asked how he was doing. "That was amazing." I wanted to kiss him but I never know how people are about kissing after they've cum in my mouth, so I kissed his cheek, but he turned his head immediately and we started making out.
Normally after blowjobs, I really want to fuck, but not knowing his recovery time and knowing that we both had places to be, I was satisfied with giving him his birthday blowjob. He seemed pretty satisfied as well.
I laid down next to him, and we chatted for a while. I joked that he'd been missing out on that, and I told him I was sad he wouldn't be around next year. He said he'd visit a lot as he has tons of friends in town, and I said he can always come stay with me. He seemed to like that idea. I can't remember the origin of the joke, but we also now have a code for wanting to hook up. I'll be using that soon.
We chatted some online the next day...I wanted to get a feel for what he was into sexually and if there were any fantasies he wanted to fulfill, as that is one of my favorite things to do. He'd admitted to me long ago that he was a foot fetishist, so I wanted to know more about that. I expressed my love of being spanked, and dirty talk, and about my toy collection. He seemed cool with everything. I think that he's probably a lot kinkier than he lets on, I just need to spend some time with him and break him out of his shell a bit.
This summer will be quite fun...
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Monday, June 9, 2008
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.
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.
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
Disappointment and Hope
Been talking to more people on the internets, some of which I met through FetLife. There's a particularly delicious boy that I got to put a vibrating egg in his ass and cum for me. Such a good little sub...he calls me Ma'am even though we've never met.
I also talked a little with two local boys online. It seems that I have mutual friends with both. The one I was more interested in used to fuck a girl that I've been wanting to fuck for over a year now, so the conversation was a little more fun once we discovered that. I asked her about him, and she said that he was her best fuck up until her current boyfriend, so I figured he can't be all bad. He's not been online lately though, sad.
The second guy seemed alright, and gave me his number so I drunkenly called him when I was wasted on Friday night. He ended up coming over and I was too drunk to really lead things too much, he ended up fucking my ass and hard, but I was too drunk to really feel it until the morning. It was really awkward...I barely knew him, and here he was snoring and taking up the whole bed until noon. I don't think that'll be happening again anytime soon.
A was supposed to come over on Sunday, but he took an extra long nap, and by the time I called and woke him up, he was too comfortable to get up and come over. He was supposed to call me yesterday but that didn't happen either. Same old unreliable A.
Been having a lot of heart to hearts with JL. Even from such a distance, we seem to understand each other, or at least trust each other enough to talk about things we don't talk about with others. He's been amazing, especially since R isn't talking to me, which is heartbreaking.
I hadn't heard from C in a long while, but I was pleasantly surprised to get a message from him today. He wants to see me tomorrow. It'll take a little rearranging of my schedule, but it will be completely worth it. Despite our differences, it seems we're in much of the same place right now emotionally, so I think that spending some time together might just be what we both need. I'm sure there will be fun details for later.
I also talked a little with two local boys online. It seems that I have mutual friends with both. The one I was more interested in used to fuck a girl that I've been wanting to fuck for over a year now, so the conversation was a little more fun once we discovered that. I asked her about him, and she said that he was her best fuck up until her current boyfriend, so I figured he can't be all bad. He's not been online lately though, sad.
The second guy seemed alright, and gave me his number so I drunkenly called him when I was wasted on Friday night. He ended up coming over and I was too drunk to really lead things too much, he ended up fucking my ass and hard, but I was too drunk to really feel it until the morning. It was really awkward...I barely knew him, and here he was snoring and taking up the whole bed until noon. I don't think that'll be happening again anytime soon.
A was supposed to come over on Sunday, but he took an extra long nap, and by the time I called and woke him up, he was too comfortable to get up and come over. He was supposed to call me yesterday but that didn't happen either. Same old unreliable A.
Been having a lot of heart to hearts with JL. Even from such a distance, we seem to understand each other, or at least trust each other enough to talk about things we don't talk about with others. He's been amazing, especially since R isn't talking to me, which is heartbreaking.
I hadn't heard from C in a long while, but I was pleasantly surprised to get a message from him today. He wants to see me tomorrow. It'll take a little rearranging of my schedule, but it will be completely worth it. Despite our differences, it seems we're in much of the same place right now emotionally, so I think that spending some time together might just be what we both need. I'm sure there will be fun details for later.
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Dreams
A while back, I had the most intense dream about C. It was unlike any dream I've ever had. I remember some very small details and feelings I had, yet it still feels like a blur. We met on some grassy hillside, and laughed and talked. Then it began to rain. He had just bought a new car (a black Honda), and we were running errands in it. In the different stores, around corners where no one could see, we kept stealing kisses. Every kiss made me melt, and at one point I told him that his kisses made me weak in the knees, and that no one has had that effect on me since I was 15. That was sort of like a real conversation he and I once had, except I told him that he made me feel giddy like I was 14, and then later in that conversation, we kissed for the first time. But the feeling was the same, one of complete bliss. On one errand, he bought me flowers. The illicitness of our encounters must still have been present, because I got "mad" at him for getting me flowers, as I would have to make up an excuse as to why I had received them, as I am not one to ever have flowers around. I think the next destination was to go somewhere to make love, but in the dream I received a phone call, and I think whoever was on the line was reminding me of something I was late for, and then I woke up. I remember looking to the other side of the bed, and then to the phone to see the time - a half hour before I was to be at work. I didn't want to forget the dream, as I so often do, so I texted C to tell him that I had just woken up from a dream about him - I knew he'd ask about it later, which would help me remember. I woke up smiling, curled up with several blankets, warm and happy as I reveled in the memory of the dream, then increasingly more sad as I had to get up out of bed, and when the realization hit that these feelings will never come to pass, which was about the same time that I had to walk out in the cold. Some people just have a way of getting to me, and I'll never understand it. I guess I just miss feeling like that.
Sunday, May 25, 2008
Change of Plans
After much consideration, DN and I talked about what we both wanted out of our interactions, and decided that it got much too serious much too quickly. We had 2 additional sessions. In the first, he still was unable to cum, no matter how much I teased him. He'd gotten it into his head that he would cum for Mistress no matter how long it took, but I sent him away before he beat his dick raw. He was disappointed in himself, but once I explained that I dismissed him for his own safety, he was appreciative. I realized that while I do enjoy being given the power of being Mistress to someone, this particular situation was less than ideal. I'm not really attracted to DN, his cock is nothing to speak of, and I really didn't want the responsibility of taking his virginity.
I think he'll be fine...he seems to have found a girl from the next state over via the internet that he's smitten with. I think his first true sexual experience should be with someone that can be there for him emotionally as well as physically. In the end, he would have been disappointed with me. I just think I was able to give him enough of a confidence boost to be able to have a proper conversation with someone he was interested in. He's better off this way.
JS and I have been chatting a bit - he's still really into the idea of me fucking him in the ass. However, he wants to have time to "loosen himself up". We exchanged pics, his being of shoving a few fingers up his ass, and mine being of me wearing a strap on. He's deliciously hot, but I need to figure out when I'll see him again. I love making people's fantasies come true.
A few days ago, I ended up messing around with my roommate's best friend, KZ. Despite being gorgeous, he seemed to have a terrible amount of hangups that I eventually figured out came from an intense Catholic upbringing. It led to a huge misunderstanding. I thought we were going to fuck, but he was more interested in just messing around, and was supremely against me giving him head. I think the whole situation would have been easier had I gotten to know him better before we messed around, and had realized what he really wanted. The next morning, he and my roommate left to go camping for the long weekend, and I have no idea how much of what happened will be shared with my roommate, and how pissed my roommate will or will not be at me. We shall see when he returns tomorrow.
A called me yesterday. It had been a little over a month, which was about right - he likes to disappear, which used to bother me, but now I don't mind. I know that when he wants me, he'll come find me. We'd talked about him wanting to be dominated before, but at the time we met (early last fall), I was looking for someone to dominate me. We still had great sex, but I think he was looking for someone that would take more control of him. He actually texted me first, saying "Know any dominant mistresses?", but I didn't get it until after he called me. We caught up a little bit, and decided to get together soon. I alluded to my experiences with DN, and told him that I had invested in a riding crop recently. He seemed to be excited about that.
Later, A was online and we chatted about how he was looking to be dominated. He said that he enjoyed the idea of being tied up, and that he would like to led around by a leash. I found a leash online that was meant to be attached to his cock and balls, and he really got into the idea. I made a "wishlist" of bondage items on this site that I think would be useful in dominating him, including an under the bed restraint system, bondage tape, and Wartenberg pinwheel. He really liked the idea of everything I showed him, so I think we'll be in for some good times.
I ended up being out at a party that night until after 3, but when I got back, A was still online waiting for me. He ended up coming over around 4...it was really good to see him. I was really tired, but he has this way of getting to me, where I knew that I'd never get to sleep if I didn't fuck him silly. He knows to undress when he gets here...he left his boxers on though. We kissed for a long while, rolling over and alternating who was on top. Eventually I told him to roll over, face down. I removed my shirt and pressed my breasts against his back. I swept his hair to the side (his hair hangs halfway down his back) and began to kiss and bite his neck. His immediate reaction was to thrust his hips into the mattress. I ran my nails down his back and intensified his hip movements by thrusting into him as well. He loved every second of it. I entwined my fingers with his, and covered his back with a mixture of kisses, licks, and bites. He moaned approvingly.
I eventually rolled off him and he turned to face me. I grabbed his cock...I always forget how thick he is until i wrap my fingers around him. He pulled me close to him and grabbed my ass, kissing me deeply. I scratched his back again as I lifted one leg to ease his hand's access inside my panties. He moaned into my mouth as his fingers slipped into my core - one of his ultimate turn ons is how wet I get for him. I was so turned on that as soon as his fingertips found my clit, I was shuddering in his embrace. My grip tightened on his cock and the pace of my strokes quickened as I neared orgasm...I screamed as I went over the edge. It was delicious.
I decided I needed him inside me, so I took off his pants, and he knew to remove his boxers. As I climbed onto him, I could hear him mutter an "oh, yes". He really needed me to fuck him, but it was not to be quite yet. I straddled him, my pussy only an inch or so from his throbbing cock. I kissed him gently, and then took his hands and pinned them above his head. I looked straight into his eyes, and asked him what he wanted. He completely let go.
"I need you. I need you to dominate me. I need you to take control of me. I need you to take control of my cock. I need you to have your way with me."
"You want me to own your cock?"
"Yes, Mistress."
It was extremely hot, I thrive on dirty talk. I moved my hips to align the tip of his thick cock with my entrance. I pressed my forehead to his.
"Do you like it when I tease you with my pussy?"
"Yes, Mistress."
I began to slide my wet cunt lips gently up and down his shaft, not yet letting him enter me.
"Do you like feeling my juices coat your cock?"
"Yes, Mistress."
I let just the tip of his cock enter me and then stopped. He squirmed a bit, thankful to feel me dripping onto him, but desperate to be buried inside me.
"Hold still."
He did as he was told. I ever so slowly descended onto him, reveling in his thickness stretching me open. I stopped after about an inch, and then rose back up just as slowly. A sucked in air between his teeth as I sank back onto him, a little further this time. I played this game for a long while, until eventually I was completely impaled on him. I held still, loving the feeling of being full, and kissed him. Then I couldn't take it anymore, I needed to cum. I rubbed my clit against his body and came all over him, clenching his cock. He said that he loved feeling my wetness cover him.
Keeping his hands pinned above his head, I began to fuck him. My intention was to start slowly and build up speed, but my need to fuck took over. I bounced on his cock forcefully, loving the look on his face and the way he felt deep inside me. To get more leverage, I moved my hands to his chest and pressed down, trying to get him inside me as deep as possible. As a good submissive, he kept his hands above his head as I ravaged him. I came and came on his cock, wearing myself out. After several orgasms, I rolled off of him, spent.
We kissed and talked for a minute while I caught my breath. I then told him to fuck me from behind, to fuck me hard and cum inside me. (This was special, as he usually hasn't cum when we're together, it's always been more about pleasing me than himself.) I turned over and before I knew it, he was pounding into me and I was gushing everywhere. It was a delicious feeling. His thrusts were so hard that he knocked me out of a kneeling position, I was nearly lying flat on my stomach, yet still he continued his direct assault on my cunt, just as he was told. I reached between my legs and pressed hard on my clit. When I came, my muscles clenched so hard they pushed him right out of me. He attempted to reenter me, as he was on a mission, but I told him I wasn't sure how much more my pussy could take, and guided him to lie on top of me. I loved feeling his weight on me.
Now that I had cum a million times, I wanted him to cum too. I nestled beside him and guided his hand to his cock and told him to cum for me. He stroked himself as I touched him all over, kissing his chest. He didn't seem to be getting anywhere, so I asked if there was anything I could do to help. He said that I was being wonderful to him, but that he was left handed...I'd completely forgotten! We switched sides and all was well with the world. I kissed him deeply and wrapped my leg over his as my nails scratched the inside of his thigh and pressed against his balls. Soon, he said "I'm going to cum, Mistress" and then shot his load over his stomach, some of which landed on my tits - it was a beautiful sight.
We cleaned up and then cuddled. One of my favorite things about A is not only is the sex amazing, but he's not afraid to be affectionate post-sex or to stay the night. I reiterated that I think he missed me (this is an ongoing joke for every time I see him, even though he's the reason for the time lag between visits) and we turned off the light and fell asleep to music.
I thought we might fuck again in the morning, but alas he had someplace to be and I was quite tired still. I hope now that we have plans for me to be more controlling of him that we see each other more often. Just thinking about the possibilities gets me going.
I think he'll be fine...he seems to have found a girl from the next state over via the internet that he's smitten with. I think his first true sexual experience should be with someone that can be there for him emotionally as well as physically. In the end, he would have been disappointed with me. I just think I was able to give him enough of a confidence boost to be able to have a proper conversation with someone he was interested in. He's better off this way.
JS and I have been chatting a bit - he's still really into the idea of me fucking him in the ass. However, he wants to have time to "loosen himself up". We exchanged pics, his being of shoving a few fingers up his ass, and mine being of me wearing a strap on. He's deliciously hot, but I need to figure out when I'll see him again. I love making people's fantasies come true.
A few days ago, I ended up messing around with my roommate's best friend, KZ. Despite being gorgeous, he seemed to have a terrible amount of hangups that I eventually figured out came from an intense Catholic upbringing. It led to a huge misunderstanding. I thought we were going to fuck, but he was more interested in just messing around, and was supremely against me giving him head. I think the whole situation would have been easier had I gotten to know him better before we messed around, and had realized what he really wanted. The next morning, he and my roommate left to go camping for the long weekend, and I have no idea how much of what happened will be shared with my roommate, and how pissed my roommate will or will not be at me. We shall see when he returns tomorrow.
A called me yesterday. It had been a little over a month, which was about right - he likes to disappear, which used to bother me, but now I don't mind. I know that when he wants me, he'll come find me. We'd talked about him wanting to be dominated before, but at the time we met (early last fall), I was looking for someone to dominate me. We still had great sex, but I think he was looking for someone that would take more control of him. He actually texted me first, saying "Know any dominant mistresses?", but I didn't get it until after he called me. We caught up a little bit, and decided to get together soon. I alluded to my experiences with DN, and told him that I had invested in a riding crop recently. He seemed to be excited about that.
Later, A was online and we chatted about how he was looking to be dominated. He said that he enjoyed the idea of being tied up, and that he would like to led around by a leash. I found a leash online that was meant to be attached to his cock and balls, and he really got into the idea. I made a "wishlist" of bondage items on this site that I think would be useful in dominating him, including an under the bed restraint system, bondage tape, and Wartenberg pinwheel. He really liked the idea of everything I showed him, so I think we'll be in for some good times.
I ended up being out at a party that night until after 3, but when I got back, A was still online waiting for me. He ended up coming over around 4...it was really good to see him. I was really tired, but he has this way of getting to me, where I knew that I'd never get to sleep if I didn't fuck him silly. He knows to undress when he gets here...he left his boxers on though. We kissed for a long while, rolling over and alternating who was on top. Eventually I told him to roll over, face down. I removed my shirt and pressed my breasts against his back. I swept his hair to the side (his hair hangs halfway down his back) and began to kiss and bite his neck. His immediate reaction was to thrust his hips into the mattress. I ran my nails down his back and intensified his hip movements by thrusting into him as well. He loved every second of it. I entwined my fingers with his, and covered his back with a mixture of kisses, licks, and bites. He moaned approvingly.
I eventually rolled off him and he turned to face me. I grabbed his cock...I always forget how thick he is until i wrap my fingers around him. He pulled me close to him and grabbed my ass, kissing me deeply. I scratched his back again as I lifted one leg to ease his hand's access inside my panties. He moaned into my mouth as his fingers slipped into my core - one of his ultimate turn ons is how wet I get for him. I was so turned on that as soon as his fingertips found my clit, I was shuddering in his embrace. My grip tightened on his cock and the pace of my strokes quickened as I neared orgasm...I screamed as I went over the edge. It was delicious.
I decided I needed him inside me, so I took off his pants, and he knew to remove his boxers. As I climbed onto him, I could hear him mutter an "oh, yes". He really needed me to fuck him, but it was not to be quite yet. I straddled him, my pussy only an inch or so from his throbbing cock. I kissed him gently, and then took his hands and pinned them above his head. I looked straight into his eyes, and asked him what he wanted. He completely let go.
"I need you. I need you to dominate me. I need you to take control of me. I need you to take control of my cock. I need you to have your way with me."
"You want me to own your cock?"
"Yes, Mistress."
It was extremely hot, I thrive on dirty talk. I moved my hips to align the tip of his thick cock with my entrance. I pressed my forehead to his.
"Do you like it when I tease you with my pussy?"
"Yes, Mistress."
I began to slide my wet cunt lips gently up and down his shaft, not yet letting him enter me.
"Do you like feeling my juices coat your cock?"
"Yes, Mistress."
I let just the tip of his cock enter me and then stopped. He squirmed a bit, thankful to feel me dripping onto him, but desperate to be buried inside me.
"Hold still."
He did as he was told. I ever so slowly descended onto him, reveling in his thickness stretching me open. I stopped after about an inch, and then rose back up just as slowly. A sucked in air between his teeth as I sank back onto him, a little further this time. I played this game for a long while, until eventually I was completely impaled on him. I held still, loving the feeling of being full, and kissed him. Then I couldn't take it anymore, I needed to cum. I rubbed my clit against his body and came all over him, clenching his cock. He said that he loved feeling my wetness cover him.
Keeping his hands pinned above his head, I began to fuck him. My intention was to start slowly and build up speed, but my need to fuck took over. I bounced on his cock forcefully, loving the look on his face and the way he felt deep inside me. To get more leverage, I moved my hands to his chest and pressed down, trying to get him inside me as deep as possible. As a good submissive, he kept his hands above his head as I ravaged him. I came and came on his cock, wearing myself out. After several orgasms, I rolled off of him, spent.
We kissed and talked for a minute while I caught my breath. I then told him to fuck me from behind, to fuck me hard and cum inside me. (This was special, as he usually hasn't cum when we're together, it's always been more about pleasing me than himself.) I turned over and before I knew it, he was pounding into me and I was gushing everywhere. It was a delicious feeling. His thrusts were so hard that he knocked me out of a kneeling position, I was nearly lying flat on my stomach, yet still he continued his direct assault on my cunt, just as he was told. I reached between my legs and pressed hard on my clit. When I came, my muscles clenched so hard they pushed him right out of me. He attempted to reenter me, as he was on a mission, but I told him I wasn't sure how much more my pussy could take, and guided him to lie on top of me. I loved feeling his weight on me.
Now that I had cum a million times, I wanted him to cum too. I nestled beside him and guided his hand to his cock and told him to cum for me. He stroked himself as I touched him all over, kissing his chest. He didn't seem to be getting anywhere, so I asked if there was anything I could do to help. He said that I was being wonderful to him, but that he was left handed...I'd completely forgotten! We switched sides and all was well with the world. I kissed him deeply and wrapped my leg over his as my nails scratched the inside of his thigh and pressed against his balls. Soon, he said "I'm going to cum, Mistress" and then shot his load over his stomach, some of which landed on my tits - it was a beautiful sight.
We cleaned up and then cuddled. One of my favorite things about A is not only is the sex amazing, but he's not afraid to be affectionate post-sex or to stay the night. I reiterated that I think he missed me (this is an ongoing joke for every time I see him, even though he's the reason for the time lag between visits) and we turned off the light and fell asleep to music.
I thought we might fuck again in the morning, but alas he had someplace to be and I was quite tired still. I hope now that we have plans for me to be more controlling of him that we see each other more often. Just thinking about the possibilities gets me going.
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