I can still pick people up at college parties.

As soon as I got to the party, I knew I wanted him. This is not an unfamiliar feeling, but I've learned not to be disappointed when things don't work out as I wish them to in my head. This evening exceeded my expectations.

As luck would have it, he was standing next to a friend, so it was easy to be introduced. I complimented him on his hat, even though it was simple. He mentioned something about being a stoner, but not having smoked much recently. I asked if he wanted to fix that, and soon enough I had an entourage following me to the living room. Drugs are one of the best way to meet people. We'll call him RS.

People came and went from the room, but we both melted into the loveseat. He was from out of town, and the only friend he knew at the party was plastered and paying little to no attention to him, so I think he was glad for the conversation. I learned he was bi just through conversation, I didn't need to ask.

He was tall, I believe he said 6'4", and painfully thin. His dirty brown hair covered mostly by his hat perfectly framed his gauged ears. He was beautiful, delicious even.

When his friend left the party early, I offered to walk him home later as his house was on the way to mine. This detail only served to fuel my fantasies further. We milled around the party, occasionally spending time on the couch, in the backyard chatting, or upstairs to smoke more. I was pleasantly intoxicated.

At one point when RS was talking to some of my friends, I caught my friend LB in the kitchen. Brief backstory: She is dating the guy that RS was friends with. She had dated him about a year ago, and then they broke up and she moved away, and then she came back and they got back together. When I saw her in the kitchen and no one was around, I mentioned a previous conversation to her:

"Do you remember that party at your old house when we talked about how good sex was with W--- and then we...". I was interrupted by her kiss. I was going to make an offhanded comment about how we should get together for a threesome now that they're dating again just to see what she would say, but then she just started making out with me, and who am I to argue with that? She's a damn good kisser. We were caught by another friend who walked in, and he was all like "Don't let me interrupt!" It was all rather amusing.

Later, as the crowd began to thin, RS and I got caught up in conversation in the kitchen (it's where all the action happens!), and I mentioned that I dislike the drama of relationships and prefer casual sex. I amaze myself sometimes how easily I can slip things into conversation.

A few other friends showed up, and we witnessed some drunken debauchery but as we finished our last drinks, I mentioned that I was thinking of heading home. Another friend walked with us, which I thought was going to kill the idea of him following me home, but it didn't.

We smoked another bowl as he judged my music collection. I wasn't sure where this was going...he was one of those that seemed out of my league. His friend lived not far from me, so I thought maybe he just wanted to smoke more and then would head back. When he put his arm around me and leaned in for a kiss, I knew that wasn't the case.

He was embarrassed to take off his hat, but he concurred that being naked in a hat was a rather strange idea. I didn't care what his hair looked like, he was still beautiful to me, and even moreso as he removed clothing and revealed delicious tattoos that I couldn't help but lick. He rolled me over and delved his fingers into my already wet pussy. I was quite ready, and came hard under his touch, gripping his shoulder.

His turn. His eyes rolled back in his head as my lips wrapped around his cock. It amazes me sometimes how many guys have rarely had a proper blowjob. I marveled in his size. Before I got too into it, I stood up to grab a Magnum off the shelf.

"High expectations, eh?"

"I keep both sizes. You qualify."

He smiled as I tossed it to him and returned my mouth's attention to his cock, which was standing at attention beautifully away from his thin frame. In my experience the skinny boys almost always have big cocks.

In my drunken aroused state, it didn't take long for me to need him inside me. He slid the condom on and I asked how he wanted me. He seemed to be content with me on top, so I eased myself down onto his thickness. I wanted to go slowly, to tease him a little, but my intoxicated fantasies had been developing all evening and now that they had come true, all I wanted was to fuck. I bucked wildly on his cock, driving him as deep inside me as possible, reveling in the feeling of being full of him. I've gotten quite lucky that the boys I've seen lately have all been rather well endowed.

I pushed against his chest to give myself more leverage to gather friction on my clit so I could cum, over and over. My knees gave out eventually so we traded places. I wrapped my legs around him and whispered in his ear to cum for me. It didn't take long for him to pick up his pace and cum hard. I didn't cum with him, but I didn't mind too much.

He rolled off me and not long afterwards, he decided he was hungry. I, too, usually get hungry after sex (and smoking), but I was about to pass out so I gave him free reign of the kitchen. He came back a little while later and I was about 75% asleep. As he climbed into bed, he said I shouldn't be offended if he didn't spoon me, because he really couldn't sleep that way. It didn't bother me a bit...I just wanted to pass out.

In the morning when we awoke, he leaned over to kiss me, and I could tell he wanted a little more. I climbed on top of him again, and because the alcohol had worn off, it took him no time at all to cum. Usually I can get in at least one orgasm before my partner, but I also wasn't expecting to need to cum quickly after our experience the night before. Still, it was nice to feel him inside me again.

I walked him out and pointed him in the the direction of his friend's house. He said he'd look me up when he was in town next, but he was moving even farther away from here, so he wasn't sure when that would be. We've talked online a few times, but I've realized that we don't have a whole lot in common. Still, he made for a fun night.

Clandestine Rendezvous

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Suck it."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sorry...

The obligatory "sorry I haven't blogged but I will soon" post. I've been away from the internet. I will update my blogroll and have new posts next week!

Blogroll Update!

Always Aroused Girl's post made me realize that I needed to update my favorite blogs as well. It seems I've added quite a few! Check out the list of sexy bloggers that I read.

Let me know if I'm on your list and you're not on mine. I like to know who's reading and referring me! Thanks.

Roundup...

...of the last few weeks.


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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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