Ahh...much better.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Back to being a slut...

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

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

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

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

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

Cheers to more sexual adventures!

Teasing...

M came over and sat down for the last 10 minutes of a movie I was watching with my roommate. It was a sort of romantic film, so it left me wanting to feel close to him. He'd said on the phone that it was much later than he thought and he should only stop by for a few minutes.

I had been doing laundry, so I told him that if he helped me put a new sheet on the bed that we could cuddle for a little while before he had to go. We had a little trouble with the sheet as my bed is made of memory foam and is thicker than most. We spooned and chatted and cuddled and I marveled in the fact that we never really get to just be with one another - there always seems to be an agenda.

I turned around to face him...I love just looking at him. The way he looked at me changed suddenly, and then he kissed me. Slowly at first...he drew my body closer to him, kissing more deeply. My body instinctively moved against his, my right leg draped over him, my hips making slow circles. The combination of his intense focus on my lips and tongue with his own coupled with the pressure of his body against mine made me lose myself in him, my pussy growing wetter by the second. This idea usually doesn't last long...we're both usually quite content with moving on to getting naked. This time we were in no rush...we rolled over and continued to make out, his hand behind my head, fingers entwining in my hair and he pressed my face even closer to him. He seemingly wanted to devour me, and I was more than inclined to be his prey.

His body ground against me, us still fully clothed...my legs wrapped around his body as I tried my best to apply friction to where I craved it most...my clitoris. As his kisses moved to my ears and neck, his effects on me became clearly audible...I couldn't help but moan in his ear as my body wriggled beneath his weight. I adjusted my hips and slid down slightly, finally finding the pressure I so desperately needed between my legs. I came almost instantly, screaming, digging my nails into his back, soaking myself. As I caught my breath, I managed to ask him if he liked ruining my panties. He replied that it was one of his favorite things to do.

We silently decided the clothes had to go. He undid my belt and removed my pants, then stripped himself bare as I removed my shirt and bra. He made a seemingly conscious decision to leave my panties on as his mouth went straight for my left nipple. He licked and sucked hungrily, switching to the right breast as moans continued to escape my lips. I felt his hand move down, and he grabbed his rock hard cock and aimed it toward my still panty-clad pussy. He stroked me up and down with the head of his dick, moving it up and down rapidly where he believed my clit to be. He was a little off, so I adjusted his hand slightly, and as soon as he found the right spot, I came all over again, my panties now completely soaked through. His cock began to press into me, the moistened material stretching to allow his head to enter me. I asked if he could feel how hot he made me, and he nodded.

He sat up and removed my panties and looked at them. They were black panties, so the evidence of my arousal was quite apparent. M smiled. "Well, look at that. Aren't you a naughty girl?" He climbed back on top of me, and I could have sworn he was going to dive into me with his cock, but instead he kissed me and began to tease my now completely liquid hole with only the tip. This was too much teasing, so I had an idea. I reached down and pulled his cock up along his body so that the underside was rubbing against my sopping slit, and I began to move my hips slowly up and down, using my hand on the top of his cock to apply pressure. Once he saw how easily this made me cum as his cock slid effortlessly across my clit, he pressed our bodies together and was able to acheive the same effect without the help of my hand. I came repeatedly, my body all over the place, coating him in my juices. I thought that at any moment he would give in and bury his hard member inside of me.

It was his turn for an idea, and he said so. He rolled over onto his back and wordlessly urged me to straddle him. I sat down on his cock in the same position we had been in, his cock surrounded by my cunt lips. "Now it's all in your hands. Let's see how long you can hold out." I was totally up to the challenge. Being on top allowed me more control over angles and pressure and speed, so I eagerly began to use his cock for my own pleasure, grinding myself against him as hard as I could. He egged me on, almost begging for me to cum on his cock. I used the wall for leverage and began to rub my clit on him in very small rapid movements. I exploded onto him, screaming, dripping my juices all over his lower body. He had a huge smile on his face...I leaned down to kiss him.

His hands found my breasts as I began slower more deliberate movements. He rose his hips up to give me better leverage, and doing so made it easier for me to cum at least 2 more times. By then, I was ready to give up. I needed to fuck. I needed to impale myself on M's cock repeatedly, so this is exactly what I did. Clearly M needed it too, as I got no chiding as I slid him into me. With what little enegy I had left, I bounced on his cock. I came at least once when M could tell I was out of breath. He thought that it might be time for a new position.

It had been a while since he had taken me from behind, so we positioned ourselves in this manner, and I was pleasantly surprised at the depth in which he could penetrate me from this position. He aligned himself so the front of his thighs were pressed up against mine. I grabbed a pillow and put it under my stomach to keep myself at the proper angle for the delicious intrusion of his cock. I could tell he was getting a little weak, so I told him that he could put his weight on me. I love feeling his full weight on my back - it makes me feel completely powerless to the rhythm of his movements between my legs. He kissed my neck and moved his arms under mine and took my hands in his, and the moment felt briefly romantic until he picked up his pace, slamming into my river of a pussy.

I told him how hot this position was and how naughty I felt and he said that I should wait to see what he was going to do the next day. I asked him what that was, and he said, "You really want to know? We'll be in this position, but I won't be in your pussy." And with the delicious thought of his cock to be buried in my ass, I came harder than I had yet that evening. My contractions around his cock took him over the edge as well, and he nearly growled as he filled me with his creamy deliciousness. With one final thrust, he collapsed on top of me, and I felt completely satisfied.

Clearly, he ended up staying much longer than he had originally anticipated. Too bad the next day, he was unable to visit. :(

Cuddling? Nope.

"Let's cuddle."

Riiiight. We don't see each other enough to "just cuddle." Cuddling turns into laughing and joking and spooning and touching and kissing and before you know it there's hand inside my panties and I'm dripping and moaning and cumming and needing to fuck. But not so fast...he wants to make me cum with his fingers a few more times, my ass rubbing against his crotch, feeling him get hard under the confines of his jeans. When he's got me panting he decides that we're wearing too many clothes, and he stands up on the bed and starts to take off his jeans and i shed my tshirt and pants and I see his cock appear and I want so badly to sit up and take him in my mouth, but my curiosity of what he's up to is too much so I resist my temptation.

Once all our clothes are off, he's on top of me, kissing and my neck and working his way to my breasts. He pries apart my thighs with his knee, exposing my dripping pussy and somehow keeping my legs in place, he begins to tease my clit with the head of his cock. When my body involuntarily tries to buck up against him to feel him inside me, I'm terribly unsuccessful. He teases his tongue around my nipples for what seems like an eternity, and I start to squirm around and try to find a way to get his cock into my desperate pussy. Eventually I think all the teasing got to him as well...he propped himself up on his hands and looked straight into my eyes and his cock magnetically dove into my soaked pussy to the hilt. He held it there only momentarily, but it was enough to send me over the edge from being teased for so long. I kept cumming as he began to fuck me. I wrapped my legs around his back trying to keep him deep inside me. My whole body just needed him to be as close as possible to me.

After a lot of long deep thrusts, my pussy spasmed around his cock once more. He then decided it was my turn to be on top. Somehow we manuvered ourselves to turn over, keeping his cock inside me. I was not about to let him slip out. I began to ride him hard and fast, and he coaxed me to slow down, because he hadn't had a chance to "take care of business" before he came over. And all this time I just thought he had amazing staying power...c'est la vie. I didn't care...I needed to fuck and I needed it bad. I bounced on his cock, impaling myself on him over and over again, my breasts bouncing freely. I saw his face start to contort so I bounced a little faster and then sat down on him hard and rubbed my clit against his body so we'd cum simultanueously. I felt his load shoot deep inside of me. It was a lot more than usual as he hadn't cum in a while.

I held him close for a minute, and then excused myself to use the restroom. When I came back, I put on some panties so as not to leak his cum onto the sheets as they had just been washed. We chatted a bit as I absentmindedly played with his softening cock. "I don't have one of my own, so I have to play with yours." He didn't seem to mind. I love playing with cocks when they aren't engorged with blood. They are so unique...his skin was very soft, no doubt from all of the soaking in my pussy's juices. I wanted to see what his soft cock would taste like, so I bent down and took all him in my mouth. He had cleaned himself up, but he still tasted vaguely of my pussy. I love it when a cock tastes like me. It seemed like he was getting a little cold, so I sat back up and covered him with a blanket, and when I reached back down under the covers to grab his cock, it was hard again. I smiled. "You like that?" "How could I not?"

He flipped me over and pulled my panties to the side and slid into me again, this time with zero effort as his sticky cum was still lubing my insides. He began to whisper in my ear about how he likes ruining my panties, as I could feel the cotton start to absorb the cum that was leaking out of me. It was unbelieveably sexy. I told him that I wanted to be on top again, but this time he laid on the bed sideways against the wall, propped up a bit on a pillow. I took him inside me again, and somehow manuvered into a position where the head of his cock was hitting the front wall of my pussy deep inside me. Doing this repeatedly caused me to lose control and howl quite loudly, something my roommates made fun of me for later. I kept bouncing and cumming until eventually he came inside me again and then I collapsed into his arms.

He needed to leave, but decided to stick around for 15 more minutes. That turned into two hours as we fell asleep, exhausted from the evening's activites.

The perils of being a former (really?) slut

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Weekend...

Spent the weekend with M. It was that time of the month...really for me, every three months (the wonders of modern medicine!) so we were pretty chill. It was nice to just spend some time together.

However, when we went to bed Friday night, I wasn't really able to sleep. I didn't really realize it was because I was horny, but M seemed to put it together. After much tossing and turning in the middle of the night (around 4am), we ended up in a spooning position, and he ever so gently began to caress my breasts. A little more movement from him caused some motion from me, mostly my ass beginning to rub against his hardening cock. His hand moved lower, beginning to rub my crotch through my panties, his lips finding my neck. I moaned softly as I rubbed harder against him, alternating between pressing against his hand and his cock. He managed to make me cum once through my panties, and then dove under them and expertly drew three more orgasms from me in a matter of minutes. It wasn't difficult as I had wanted him for so long.

By then his cock was pressing snugly against my ass, hard as a rock. I turned around and flipped him onto his back, tossing covers and underwear until his cock was where it belonged...in my mouth. The soft light from the window let me see that he had propped his head up on pillows and was watching me work my mouth over his cock. I smiled as best I could, and then engulfed him. I felt so naughty waking up at 4am to be giving him head. I told him that my original plan was to wake him up like that in a few hours (he works Saturdays) but that I loved waking up in the middle of the night and us both realizing that we needed each other. After some good long deep sucks and massaging him right under his balls, he erupted into my mouth, and swallowed a rather large amount of cum. After that, I was able to sleep much better.

Saturday I felt the need to reorganize his kitchen while he was at work, and after dinner we watched a movie I picked out from the video store (which was amazing) and watched the first 20 minutes of a movie he picked out (much less amazing) when I decided to drag him up the stairs. I think he thought we were going to bed, but I really just wanted to be close to him to see what would happen. Bad timing or not, he was willing to put on a condom and go for it...I think he needed to be inside me as badly as I needed him there. There was no pretense, just deep hard missionary fucking that felt incredible. It was exactly what I needed.

A glorious Tuesday evening...

I came home from work and went straight to bed. I stripped down to nothing put panties and crawled under the covers and passed out. He had instructions to find me there when he arrived.

I was awakened by a kiss and a "hey, sweetie". What a glorious way to wake up. We chatted a bit as I awoke from my slumber, but eventually I became annoyed with the conversation and pulled him on top of me. I must have been having a naughty dream or something, because I was already incredibly turned on.

I think he may have been a little surprised by my lack of clothing, but he didn't seem to mind a bit. He asked how I was, and I rubbed my hands down his back to his ass, and said "How do you think I am?" I proceeded to press my body tightly against his, grinding my pussy against his leg, holding him close, kissing his neck and telling him just how much he turns me on.

Earlier in the day, I had texted him about how much I had really wanted to suck his cock, and the feeling never left me. So when he peeled himself from my grasp long enough to stand up and start to remove his clothes, as soon as his cock was revealed, it was in my mouth. I eagerly sucked him, as I heard him suck in a breath and then moan from my unexpected efforts. "Mmm...I love when you do that." He was standing on the floor and I was leaning to the side on the bed, so he reached down and began to rub slow circles around my clit through my panties. I moaned onto his cock, as he circumvented my last piece of clothing and dove his fingers deep into me.

I moved back onto the bed a bit to allow him room to lie down. We arranged ourselves into a 69 position and kept him in my mouth the whole time. I love the smoothness of his cock as it slides in and out of my wet mouth. He licked me for a while, but eventually his lips latched onto my clit and I moaned as I came, my sounds muffled by his cock still shoved into my mouth. As I was coming down, I went to back to bobbing my head on his cock, grabbing his ass to pull him closer to me, so I could take him in deeper. He was loving it, but eventually he said he really needed to fuck me.

He flipped me on my back, pushed my knees to my chest and entered me effortlessly, as I was so wet from the artful attentions of his tongue. I usually savor the first entrance of a cock into my pussy...I like to let the idea of being full of cock slowly set in. There was no time for this...he wanted me and he wanted me RIGHT THEN. He propped himself up on his hands and began to thrust quickly and deeply. I looked down and was able to see him disappear inside of me repeatedly, which was an incredible turn on. I threw my head back and screamed...his insistent penetration felt amazing. I think he sensed I was about to cum, so he pushed into me hard, balls deep, and held himself there. I lost it...my body was writhing underneath him, rubbing my clit against his body, pulling him closer to me with my arms and legs. He shifted his hands and put his full weight on me and I exploded, screaming into his ear. I didn't have time to even catch my breath and he was already back to fucking...my pussy loved every second of it. I wouldn't let him get too far away this time though...I wanted him as close as possible to me, as deep inside of me as possible. I rocked my hips and fucked him back as best I could...we could hear the sounds of wet skin slapping together. I felt his cock just a little harder and his thrusts were just a little more determined, so I squeezed my pussy around him and whispered, "Cum for me. Cum for me now." in his ear. With a few more dips into my pussy...I was flooded with his cum. God I love that feeling.

After recovering a bit, we realized that we usually have dinner first and then fuck, which made us realize how hungry we really were. So we put ourselves back together and went out for sushi. After a delectable meal, we came back to my place and cuddled in bed a bit. I knew it was getting late and that he would have to leave soon, but my body was not done with his. Not yet.

Before he could make any exit excuses, I rolled on top of him and whispered softly, "It's been too long since you've played with my ass." There are men in this world that are all about breasts, or legs, or all kinds of things, but I've discovered M is definitely an ass man. While I'm not fond at looking at myself from behind in the mirror, he loves my behind. I can't say that I mind at all, because my ass loves the attention. I love being spanked, rimmed, and fucked there. But it's rare to find a man that is interested in the concept and will treat my ass with respect. M is one of those men.

At those words, I could feel his cock hardening below me. What I had in mind was a good tongue exploration, a bit of finger play, and then feeling his cock in my ass. But he had other plans. "My are you naughty, wanting your ass played with. Well, we'll have to see to that." He disposed of my clothes quickly, leaving me naked and him fully clothed. He motioned to a pillow, and I knew what he wanted...I placed it under my hips and laid face down on the bed, spreading my legs a bit to reveal my core to him. My pussy must have been glistening, still moist from our earlier encounter.

After a few smacks across the ass, I was left alone for a minute. I couldn't see what he was doing behind me. I learned later that he had shed his clothes and gotten into my closet to find my toys. Ahh, this was going to be a very naughty night. I have two anal toys...a long thin purple plug that feels great when deep inside, but it doesn't stay in without help. The other one was new...I had used it once in phone sex play, but M had yet to see it in action. It's a shorter but much fatter lavender plug, with a cord that extends from the base. This cord can be plugged into a battery pack with a dial that can adjust the speed of the vibration. I'd used the vibration the last time only near the time I was about to cum, and it send me over the edge and into outer space within seconds. M had heard this happen on the phone, but I could tell he wanted to witness it's effects in person.

He started with kissing and nibbling my already sensitive ass. I squirmed a bit, and even more when his tongue delved into my crack. I love how naughty that feels. He continued to probe my rosebud with his tongue as he slipped the thinner toy into my pussy. It didn't feel like much in there, but I knew the purpose was just to get it ready for my ass...and it got rather wet as my pussy was now nearly dripping. He the slowly pushed the toy into my ass. He went slow...I think he's always afraid of hurting me. I relaxed and it slid in the full length easily. He held it inside and began to toy with my clit. I loved the sensation and began to moan into the bed. He began to slide the toy in and out just a little, and then dove his fingers into my pussy. It was glorious...almost as soon as he found my g-spot, I came, flooding with juices. Anal play always gets me so worked up. He continued toying with my pussy and clit, pressing toy in deep until I came at least two more times. He then asked if I was ready for something bigger.

The base of the larger toy is wide enough that my ring barely stretches over it, so I told him that I wanted to insert it, and then he could do whatever he wanted to me. I got the lube and applied some to the toy and then fingered my asshole for a minute and somehow managed to manuever a good angle for insertion while still face down and my ass propped up in the air. I began to slowly insert the tip, taking deep breaths and trying to relax while stretching out my asshole. When it was almost in but began to hurt, I asked M to finger my clit. The pleasant distraction was enough to facilitate the entire toy slipping into my anus, and after a moment of settling, my ring closed around the receded base to hold the toy firmly in place.

I heard him sigh, and he said something along the lines of "Damn, that's beautiful...a dripping wet pussy and a naughty toy in your ass. What a dirty girl!" and then I felt a sudden sting on the most sensitive part of my ass as his other hand delved back into my now much tighter pussy. There was so much stimulation in my core that my head started to spin and I came uncontrollably.

He withdrew his fingers and let me catch my breath. I moaned that I needed to fuck him. That I craved to be penetrated in both holes simultaneously. That I wanted to be filled with cock. I think he began to move to get behind me, but I had other ideas. I wanted to ride him...NOW. As we moved to change positions, I found the battery pack for the toy in my ass and plugged it in but didn't turn it on...yet. I straddled M and kissed him deeply. After a bit of difficulty finding the right angle with the addition of a toy deep in my ass, I began to slowly lower my pussy down onto his cock. He had a rather incredulous look on his face as he felt how tight my pussy was now that I was being penetrated in both holes.

I closed my eyes and sat up tall and concentrated on the intense feeling between my legs. It's been a long time fantasy to be double penetrated, and this was the closest thing I'd ever felt. I leaned forward, squeezed myself around his shaft, rubbed my clit against his stomach and came hard, my ass spasming around the large object protruding from it. I made such loud noises. I then began a slow rise and fall rhythm on his cock, and looked down to see an approving smile. "You like my tight pussy?" I got a moan in response. I picked up the remote to the toy and turned it on ever so slowly. A gentle vibration spread quickly from the depths of my ass to my pussy to his cock. "You like that?" "Mmm, yes..."

I increased the pace of my bouncing on his cock, and increased the intensity of the vibrations as well, being careful not to let him slip out of me as I was very tight and now completely dripping wet with cum. This was nearly sensory overload for me. I began to shake with orgasm as I bounced. I'm not sure if it was my orgasm or my wetness or the vibrations that pushed M over the edge, but soon enough I could see his face contorting and his hips bucking at me and he filled me with his creamy goodness.

I collapsed on top of him, impaled on his still hard cock. I whispered to him that he had just fulfilled a fantasy of mine, and that it was glorious.

Submissive?

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

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

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

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

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


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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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