| It might be that time... |
[Nov. 30th, 2006|03:27 am] |
It might be time for me to tell you all a little story. Since, of course, it's been so long since I have divulged my intimate sexual exploits. Let's call it a hiatus. However, just because my presence here on LJ has faded, that does not mean I haven't been fucking. I never stop fucking. My consistent lovers have changed somewhat in the last few months...offering me a chance to try something new- monogamy. For me, declining a hard cock is a waste of a perfectly delectable pussy [mine] and thus, this "boyfriend/girlfriend" stuff has been really trying.
I plead with my current Daddy to please me, tease me, spank me, make me...anything to get me off more than his typical 15 mins on top, then 15 of me on top, and him behind until we cum. Granted, I do cum this way. But dammit I want leather and silk! Hardly seems fair.
And how did this yawn of a lover manage to tame the wild kitten, you might ponder?
Well, it was probably the hugest and most beautiful black cock I'd ever seen. Not to mention that he happens live in the apartment building next to mine...Making it all to convenient for us to get together. And we did. Started with mind blowing fucking in the afternoons when my roomate was away, moved to frantic in the parking lot outside at 3 am, and ended with him informing me that I was now his lady.
But I worry that the sexiness of something new and forbidden has warn out its welcome and it has left me feeling unsatisfied. I'm still overwhelmingly excited by him. I love his smell and the contrast between my olive tone and his chocolate...I'm just getting antsy. Does this feeling pass? We'll see. I'm too stubborn to quit the relationship, but I'm not so attached that I can't be wooed by an enticing opportunity.
Poor kid doesn't know what he's workin with ;) |
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| Nothing I love more |
[Nov. 30th, 2006|03:04 am] |
There's nothing I love more
Than your dark skin
Caressing mine
Rose pettles under a flame
Crackle and perfume the air
And my white palm
Encircles your hardened flesh
Covered by my lips
Full of blood and swollan
Against the thickened cock
Nudging at my throat
The very top of my mouth
Lapping at my tongue
Pulsing there
Fitting so perfectly
In both my mouths
It is divine
Cumming with you, so painstakingly
Incredible, how well we fuck together
Even with my clothes still on |
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| M |
[Nov. 17th, 2006|02:51 am] |
I’m divine, while you’re spending time
Undressing my curves- they’re yours
Made firm
By the persistent firing of nerves
I will cover your dick, daddy
With the softest of lips
In two ways, the first being me between your legs
And then you in between mine
My pussy is a satin glove,
When we pump like fists against the tight white skin of a drum
It’s love
Don’t blink or think
While we’re still in this groove
I’m sure to make your body shiver with the way my pussy moves
And there’s few words
To describe what you’re workin with
Thick, Hard, Beautiful, Slick…Just a little bit
And I respect the friction
Between the hard body and the soft
I vocalize my adoration
With moans, when I get off
My breasts and neck
Wet with sweat
Bring you to climax
When we first met
I told you it would be this hot;
And once you get started…
Don’t ever stop |
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| I was finger fucking myself when I wrote this... |
[Jun. 27th, 2006|01:46 am] |
I'm a dainty devil bitch and you're an introverted nymphomaniac.
Your cock feels like a firm wooden plank made of honey...
When you fuck me
And my nipples are just wicks awaiting a flame
You bring fire with your lips
And I am a hole for you to fill
But you are the piece that belongs inside me
I will gulp your manhood just as you have engulfed it...
My pussy is a satin glove
When we pump like sweaty fists apon the tight white skin of a drum
I remember what it feels like to breathe
I taste what it is to be alive
I am suddenly all air and wetness
And you are the rock that impales pure cum |
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| (no subject) |
[Dec. 28th, 2005|12:23 am] |
All I want to do is eat you alive. Fuck cooking you. I want the blood taste and salt in my mouth. As sick and warm as it can be. Straight from your vains. I want to chew your eyeballs until I have consumed their intense blue/ivory power. I want to lick the nastiest, dirtiest, darkest places of you until all that's left is bone. I don't care if it takes all night. I don't care if it takes forever. You'll be mine someday. And when that day comes, so help me, I will fuck you until we're dead.
I met Alex at the Subway across from campus. It's the kind of place where homeless guys hang out around a payphone that hasn't worked for 2 years so they can ask you, 'please man, can I borrow some change?' We met on the internet. He was tall and built and softspoken. I took him back to my room and let him suck on my pussy for 20 minutes before I reached down and straddled his cock. My room smelled like sweat and sex and my roomate commented on it. "But...", she said, "I do like that guy."
When I met him he was working two jobs and finishing his degree. What a psycho. He'd call me after a couple of weeks. Once he showed up with a six pack of beer and this rediculously stupid porno where the girl undresses for a good half an hour before she ever even starts to fuck. YAWN. We ended up giving the television a much better show than it gave us. That was the night I let him puch a bright metalic blue dildo in and out of my cunt for an hour. I was sore for days.
I remember thinking Alex was the kind of big dumb guy home grown in the country. He drives this enormous red pick up truck. I swear I can't even get in and out of the damn thing without him reaching over to pull me up. He always wore levis and work boots and some kind of simple black t shirt or plaid. I fucking hate plaid. He surprised me one night and told me he was taking me back to his house. I almost shit myself when I found out he lived in his parents mansion. This man didn't seem like the kind that came from money. He led me outside. There were flowers and little trees and a stream with a little fountain. But the biggest shock was the jacoozi with candles around it and a bottle of wine. I had never been romanced like that before. I remember the moon. I remember his lips on my collarbone. I remember the tingles in my back that crawled to my pussy.
It's been over a year on and off with him. He visited me not too long ago. We intended not to have sex. But who ever intends to not have sex??? I gotta tell you, he looked fantastic. His arms were like rock...I remember thinking that when he was slamming my hips and ass down onto his cock over and over again. I love how he always shaves for me. His cock smooth and delicious.
Yea I know your hands are rough, but they could be rougher. They could be sandpaper ripping my skin off when you touch me. I want you to rub me raw so I'm bleeding and your bleeding. And when we kiss, bite my tongue and lips off. Chew them. Don't just grab me...SQUEEEEEEEEEZE me. I don't want to breath anymore. Take it. Take it all. |
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| (no subject) |
[Dec. 21st, 2005|02:41 am] |
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Yea...Guess I can't really write about sex when I'm not having any :( |
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| When you say you love me, you mean you love this |
[Oct. 14th, 2005|03:28 pm] |
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I dream of being with you in the night. I slide my fingers down without knowing it and clamp my palm down on my balmy pussy mound. I dream my legs are a waterfall and spilling down from the middle is honey, dew, and lavender oil. So warm, so nice. I think about the way your body curves over mine. The hint in your eye as you look down on me...fucking fucking fucking. But your eyes never lie. Your eyes always tell me exactly how much you love me biting down on my lower lip, and the wave of my hair, and rise of my breasts. Which is why when you catch me looking into your deep brown eyes, you ignite a power within yourself and force my breath from my body with each thrust. Something about that hurts you emotionally so you kiss me tenderly afterwards and slo-o-o-o-o-w down. I love to feel my wrinkles on your wrinkles when we bend in the middle. My mouth salivates at the smell of your breath. And when I drag my finger slowly down your spine and between your buttocks, I indulge in the feeling of your shivers producing mine. I hope you never shave your face because I like to think of your stubble as a shade, revealing your eyes to a captive audience. They are mine and the stubble is the mask you show the world. So handsome. Your hands grope for my writs, your mouth searches for my nipple, your cock searches for home... |
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| For Cocky |
[Sep. 22nd, 2005|01:49 pm] |
I wait for you.
The black satin sheets that cover our bed slip down to shroud my hips, but expose my breasts and arms. In my mind I'm dreaming of a humid night in Morocco and though our bedroom is freezing, a bead of sweat forms on my upper lip. I sigh and my hair falls over my sleeping eyes.
A long day at work.
You come inside the apartment and marvel at the stillness. Not even the puppy barks. After taking your shoes off and leaving them by the front door, you drop your keys in the basket on the kitchen counter and walk into the bedroom.
You see me.
Sleeping soundly and breathing heavy, a little murmer as I move my head to face the opposite direction. Wanting me caught between asleep and awake, you kneel at the side of the bed and gently move my hair from my eyes. "Sweetheart, I'm home" you whisper.
I open my eyes and smile.
You lean in and kiss my lips...so softly. And then you walk to the other side of the bed, dispatch your clothing hurridly and climb into bed behind me. Sliding your arm around my hips and pulling the sheet up and around my shoulders you kiss the back of my neck and say you've missed me at work and how badly you want to be inside me.
Now we're together.
I snuggle my hips back against you and feel the warmth spreading from your cock to my bottom. My mind is clouded and suddenly I feel a spark ignite inside my core and my pussy gets wet and clenches. I moan as your hand cups my breast, pinches my hard nipple, and you move my earlobe between your lips.
Fuck me.
The heat is rising between us as we pick up pace. I sit up and push you back against the bed, slither down to tenderly grab your thick cock and wrap my mouth around it. The feel of your skin drives me wild and I dream it's dusted with gold when I run my fingers across your chest. Gently tugging on your balls as I glide my mouth up and down the shaft, you moan and move your hand in my hair.
Oh, yes.
You grab my ass with both your hands and swoop me around so I'm laying back against our pillows and while you kiss me with a juicy tongue, you push your cock inside my dripping cunt. My legs wrap around your waist as you put your arms under my shoulers and grab them with your hands. The thrusts are deep and fast and I moan loudly as the bed beats against the wall.
We cum.
I hear your breathing become more jagged and feel my pussy walls twitch with every thrust and know I'll cum as my nails rail up against your back. You ask me if I'm ready and I moan my reply. "Yes, daddy. Please" And just as I'm overcum *;)* I feel your cock grow hotter still and fill me with your liquid orgasm.
We sleep.
Another night together. Tomorrow we'll laugh and grow to love each other more. But tonight we had passion. |
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| IV |
[Aug. 28th, 2005|02:34 am] |
I suppose it's time to post again. I left off after my first time actually having sex. I suppose now I must explain the first encounter I had with dominant to submissive sexual play. Astonishingly enough, this came way before my first one night stand, my first time making love, or my first time with more than one partner or a partner of the opposite sex. It's interesting to me that it did happen so shortly after I lost my virginity. No doubt this has shaped my entire sexual history from that point on- in an immeasurable way.
His name is Matthew and I remember thinking he was beautiful the instant I saw him. Beautiful, but painful to look at...like time stopped around him and he was an imperfection to a seemingly perfect world. I sat in the coffee shop, drowing out the chatter of my friends around me. We were really grown up at 16. Would choose to sit in coffee houses drinking the caffiene we so desperately didn't need. I dug this place because they hung interesting artwork on the walls and changed the paintings weekly, so the nuance was never really the same from visit to visit. Embolded by the presence of my friends, I walked right up to a guy at Matthew's table and said, "I know you. You're in my Spanish class, aren't you?" I knew he wasn't, but I needed a way to speak to the boy with the eyes that looked right back at mine everytime I glanced their way. He laughed at me and said he took French. But, Matthew was looking at me...mission accomplished. The evening progressed. The boys at the other table moved to ours and the two groups meshed together. My blonde friend flirting with the French student, my shy friend discussing the clarinet with someone else in his group. I sat there like a tongueless outcast.
When I finally did talk to him I tried to be cool. I thought if I said something negative about some stupid band or movie or anything he would think I was likeminded. I was so sure he was the hating type. He just looked like humanity annoyed him. I was wrong. He shot me down immediately. He played with my mind right from the start. I was hurt. I replied bitterly. I hated him. I hated him and I fucking loved him.
We were completely inseperable. I was astonished by his thoughts on life and existance. I was captivated by the movement of his lips. I dedicated journal after journal of thoughts of him. Thoughts of us together. We spent all day side by side and all night on the phone. I layed there and he'd sing to me in his quiet serpent voice and it moved the very deepest parts of my heart and my vagina. One day we were laying together on my bed, my mother hated Matthew because he constantly challanged her so the door was forbidden to be closed, and I rested on his chest listening to the sound of his heart. We decided to have sex.
The sex was phenominal. To this day I have never again encountered a touch so dynamic. Every time we were together we pushed the envelope a little more until the day came when things just sort of naturally came out. We were laying in his bed, my legs wrapped around his and I thought we would just continue cuddling and enjoying our post sex snuggles when he looked at me with such intensity and fire that I actually shrank back against the bed. He said, "Don't say a fuckin word. Just get on your hands and knees." I obeyed. I adored him. But this was messed up. Was he raping me? No, god...he was finally taking what was his. Finally commanding me and grabbing me against him to say in his own way that I was his and his alone forever. He bent over me and whispered in my ear that he loved me. Then he pushed my face into the pillows and took me from behind, stopping to smack my bottom briskly between thrusts. I cried hard into that pillow and my little heart couldn't barely take it. It was pleasure and pain and love and hate and I hated him hated him hated him and I couldn't stand to live without him and I was sure I would die as soon as his body left my body.
After that the sex was different. I would yell out, "daddy" and he would call me his "slut". We thought we might be fucked in the head. 16 yr olds didn't have this kind of sex. 16 yr olds didn't really have sex at all. Did they? He'd tell me to touch myself. Say, "Do it". In that voice that voice that voice. Even now I can't resist his commands. We even thought about whether or not this changed us both. Was he destined to be a real Dom? Destined to NEED to command over more than one slave? Omg...am I a SLAVE???
Trying to comprehend this sort of thing is unbelievably difficult to do at such a young age and with such a complete lack of experience. Dealing with my love for him and his intense love for me along with the fact that I knew so little about the things we were doing only hastined the termination of our romantic relationship. But I thank Matthew dearly for being the electric current to my still waters and breathing into me the sexual life force I now possess today. |
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[Aug. 14th, 2005|09:51 am] |
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He's a fellow LJr and I want to thank him for showing me a fantastic time this weekend and for having some of the most kissably soft lips! |
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| III |
[Aug. 10th, 2005|10:24 am] |
I refer to my next important sexual experience as the first time I ever had sex. This is also a subject of debate because before I actually had intercourse with another person, I was having sex with myself long before that. I can recall wanting to know what penetration felt like at about the age of 13 and tip toeing downstairs after my mother had gone to bed. I went to the kitchen and brought a small sized banana back to my room. I was petrified that there was something wrong with me. The idea of using a piece of fruit or a vegetable to masturbate had come from television and what if no one else actually ever did it? The banana was cold and hard and had tiny little jagged edged from where they'd chopped it off the tree and I was shocked at how much it hurt to even push it an inch or two inside myself. It certainly wasn't a sexy feeling and I was disgusted. I threw that banana away in the garbage can in the garage because I didn't want my mother to see it in the kitchen garbage. But then came B and I would never need a piece of fruit to masturbate with again.
I'd liked him since we were in 5th grade. He was cute and kind of an idiot and for some reason, girls all had a little crush on him, even if they wouldn't admit it. I even had a friend who claimed she "went out with him" before 5th grade. So, they had whatever kind of history a 10 yr old could have. But, anyway...I liked him. A LOT. I would try and walk home with him once we got to middle school because we lived in the same neighborhood and most of the time he'd let me. We were about 14 at this point. He'd ignore me in school and call me names and only come over when he wanted something from me, but I still really liked him and I fantasized that he'd be my first real boyfriend. We started hanging out after school everyday. He'd come over and watch tv or I'd go to his house and we'd sit around and listen to music. I had a best friend named P who never once mentioned having a thing for B. But, one day I walked over to B's house and found P there. They had something to tell me. They were a couple now.
I shouldn't have been so short sighted and realized that B really liked me from the beginning but was too shy to ask me out, so instead he asked out my friend but I wasn't and I was totally devistated. I didn't plan on being friends with P or B any longer, but then in a matter of 5 days, the two of them had broken up. Shocker.
I found myself reassured and I walked home from school on a friday afternoon determined to make B my boyfriend. I saw him walking behind me alone and I slowed down to see if he'd try and catch up. He did. We talked about stupid things, we had stories and nicknames already because we'd been best friends for years. But when we stood together in front of the street that turned to his house, he looked at me and asked if he could come over. I agreed.
I'll never forget the rest of the afternoon. It was raining outside and the water was streaming down the sky lights in the living room. Eminem was on tv singing about a crazed fan comitting suicide and B turned to me, touched the side of my face and kissed me. Ever have one simple kiss take your entire body by storm? The small of my back tingled and my lips were on fire...to this day I've never had a kiss like that again. We kissed some more, upgrading to tongue and ending in a mild make out session, when suddenly I jumped up and ran into the kitchen. I said to him, "B, I'm not making out with you anymore unless you ask me to be your girlfriend. And that means that everyone at school knows it." To my amazement, he said yes. He asked me to be his girlfriend and we were completely inseperable from that day on.
We only officially dated each other for 5 months, but within those months we had done A LOT of exploration. Everyday after school he'd come over to my house and we'd lay around in my bed. Sort of napping but mostly making out and feeling each other up. He'd beg me to go further and I'd deny/refuse everytime. But eventually the making out just wasn't good enough. I was clever. I'd kneel in front of him and kiss all the way up his stomach. I'd kiss him on the neck just below his ear. I'd rub his crotch with my thigh while we kissed. One day we decided to start using our hands. B had no idea how to finger a girl. The first time we did it, he jammed a finger inside me and started rythmically jamming it in over and over until I yelled at him and told me to quit touching me. So he kissed me and gently asked how to do it right. I tried showing him the best way I could and in a couple of days he was a total pro, capable of making me cum 3 times while I was sprawled out on the "orgy couch" downstairs or in his bedroom with the door cracked and his hand covering my mouth.
However, as all things go, we eventually came to an end. He walked up to me at school and said, "I don't think we should go out anymore because my grades are bad when I have a girlfriend". I was furious because the next day he was dating another girl from school. But, I let it go and in a dance shortly after the break up, ended up bringing an extremely hot Cobain look a like and it was consensus suddenly that I had "dumped his sorry ass first".
Months went by and I actually moved to Illinois, B and I still talking on the phone as friends or fighting bitterly. I came home to visit my friends and asked B if he'd like to go along bowling with the rest of us. We flirted constantly the entire time and some of my friends were joking that we never really broke up in the first place. We all ended up at a party which my bestfriend's older boyfriend was having. We were drinking beers and feeling very adult when suddenly it occured to me that I didn't want to wait any longer to have sex. I had just turned 15 and I was brave from the beer, so I took B's hand and said I wanted to go somewhere just us. He took the hint and we walked out to this pond outside the apartment. That's where I told him that I wanted to have sex with him and I wanted it to be tonight. We were both so excited, we walked over to his truck and drove to a secluded spot in the parking lot. B kissed me and told me he loved me and we started making out in a furious fashion when I remembered that we didn't have a condom. I was NEVER going to have sex without one so I sent B back into the party. The host (my best friend's boyfriend) sold B a condom for a dollar and told us he didn't care what we did as long as it wasn't in his bed. When we got back to the car, B was so nervous that it was all too clear his sexual experience hadn't increased since we broke up.
I kissed him soflty, I did love him so much, and tried to remember all the things he loved most. The softest kisses just below his right ear, gently sucking on his tongue, my nails trailing over his sides (though it tickled him and he'd laugh)...We were all systems go. He pulled out his cock, which I thought was average at the time because I'd never seen any guy my age penis except his. Little did I know that B would be one of the biggest cocks I'd ever have even at his young age. He was so thick and hard I was actually scared. I laid down in the bed of his pick up truck, manuvering around the gear shift and reached up to pull his boxers down around his ankles. He got the condom on and pushed against my cunt. That's all he really could do. He spit on his fingers and worked them inside me, but when he led the head of his cock to my lips, he could still go no further than pushing...HARD. It hurt me so bad in fact that I yelled and smacked him but he wasn't going to stop there. He just kept pushing and guiding and I suppose he was about an inch or 2 inside me when he started rocking against me. It wasn't long before I told him it just wasn't going to work. Complaints or no, he came and we sat there, his condom still hanging off his limp dick and me with my panties on the floor of the truck wondering what the hell I'd just done.
That, my friends, is how I lost my virginity. |
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[Aug. 8th, 2005|09:39 am] |
The second milestone in my sexual history is a topic of debate. I count it as being the first time I ever had an orgasm, but make no mistake, there are 7 years between this occurance and the closet kiss I had as a young child and between those 7 years was much history. As I previously mentioned, there were many stirrings and pulsings at the sounds of lovemaking, whether they were on the television or even a few doors away coming from my mother or my aunt's bedrooms. Sex fascinated me from a very early age. I'd watch the discovery channel with glee as a widow bit off the head of her lover or a lion mounted a lioness, pushing her head down to the ground and taking of his herd as he desired. I also found interesting ways to masturbate as a young child. I'd grind myself against hard objects- banisters, counter ledges, and other such things. I would sometimes insist on running my own bath and I'd scoot myself underneath the faucet in order to let hot water rush against my clitoris. But way before I ever had a boyfriend or any sort of phsycial sexual experience, I had K. Here's the story of my first orgasm:
I had just turned 13 and these were the first days of chatrooms and instant messengers. Because it was so new, my mother had no idea what was really going on and assumed I was just talking to classmates and fellow youth group members. But, the reality was that I had made myself my own alias and I was enjoying all the perks of being completely annonymous. I decided I'd create a profile that claimed I was 17 years old and super attractive. I even picked out a picture of a really busty teenager in low cut jeans showing off her thong. Of course, this was nothing like what I really looked like. I can comfortably say I was a really cute kid...but I hadn't hit puberty in many ways and it would be a long time before thongs would actually look sexy laced about my hips. It was a fantasy. And as with every fantasy of mine, sex entered into the equation rather quickly. I found a chatroom. I figured out what ASL meant. I was ready to rock. I remember seeing a screen name that sort of caught my eye and went to click on his name to say so, when I accidently clicked on the name above it and gave a, "hey there" with a wink. K said hello back and we began a conversation that would last until the following morning. He tried to say he was 17 as well but we both buckled pretty quickly and ended up relating the truth: I was 13 and he was 15. I huge gap in normal life standards, but completely do-able over the internet. K was great...funny and cute and I pictured him as this sexy older guy that would always love me. Towards the end of the night, I knew my mother would want me off the computer because I was already pushing her buttons with the constant computer usage, so I offered to give him a telephone call. K lived in Pennsylvania and I lived in Ohio, but it never occured to me that it would be expensive to call long distance. And I most certainly got in HUGE trouble (so did K). But while it lasted, I had his phone number. I dialed the numbers and this meek little jersey-esque accent answered the phone. I was instantly in love. We chatted about stupid things, school and spanish class, our mutual love for sailormoon when suddenly the conversation turned to things a little more heated. He said he wanted to kiss me. I told him I wanted to kiss him back. Our breathing changed and we got whispery. He told me he had a boner and I was completely freaked out with no experience on whether or not that was a good thing. Something inside told me I should just go ahead with it and see what happens. I moaned in my little voice and he moaned back. He was being so romantic and saying how much he wanted to be with me and hold me, kiss me. I was getting hotter than hot and noticed that my fingers were working pretty hard on my clit. We moaned back and forth to each other and suddenly things got very dark, all I could hear was K. I started feeling vibrations underneath my skin, all my nerves tensing and firing off. I felt a flash penetrate out from my middle to my fingertips and just as quickly as it had started, it was over. K said he'd never done anything like that before, and I promised him neither had I. My vagina was slick and swollan and I was totally and completely in love with a screen name and a 15 year old voice from somewhere in Pennsylvania. I had a secret and someone loved me and I was feeling very grown up.
When I think about this now, it's not so hard to understand why it took me so long to find my identity as a young adult. I started myself in the wrong direction from the very beginning. With walking head on into a world of fantasy and lies, I made it so hard to find out who I really was that not only was it 10 times harder to get close to real people, but I would make so many mistakes about what real love was...what I really wanted. I would overcompensate with my own emotions just so I wouldn't have to face the fact that sometimes the feelings weren't mutual. I would let my toes get trampled on time and time again. Considering the situation of my first orgasm, it's not hard to see why I would prefer phone sex over fooling around until I was about 17 and why I still get nervous and want the room completely dark. It's all about the sound of someone's voice. |
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| Thank you Sith ;) |
[Aug. 5th, 2005|04:22 pm] |
Someone asked me what my first sexual experience had been and I was burdened with the thought. Was it the first time I actually had intercourse? The first time I felt a penis throbbing and pushing against my straining vagina? Was it the first time I came during masturbation or the first time I came during phone sex? The first time I half awoke during sleep and found myself rubbing my clitorous furiously underneath my pajamas? The first shudder and pulsing I felt coming from beneath my naval when I overheard a man and a woman having sex on television? No, I was much younger than that. And even thinking about it now, the clarity is lost to years of memories. What I remember may only be an infantisimal componant of the experience, but I find it's necessary to start at the beginning so that maybe I'm not at a complete loss when I contemplate on my sexual experiences in all their sultry and often vulgar glory. Afterall, when one has lost her way...should she not start from the beginning and retrace her steps? On that note, I bring to you my very first fuzzy memory of childhood sexual experience.
We lived in a trailor park somewhere in Delaware, Ohio. Dad was working for Honda and pulling in the small bucks and I remembered most the pensivity of his pouring over the bills. Mom would drop A and I off at Dad's every other weekend and here we could get away with anything. Dad would open the screen door and set it so it wouldn't squeek and slam shut, so A and I would sneak about and run free among the trailors and nearly broke down Buicks. This place smelled like duct tape. This place was all fake wooden paneling and tacky yellow plastic tiles. I'd trip sometimes on the cement steps leading up to the door, leaving a perminant scrap on my knee. But always a smile because there were a million places to hide. A million open doors full of bleached out mothers and full ashtrays. A million places to disappear. I'd run and run, peer into half opened windows and pretend I was just another member of their family. Around the corner from our lot was a egg shell blue trailor that housed two small blonde girls. One was probably about 9 and the other was my age - 6. I remember their dad was scary, not like my dad. He was too goofy and always wanted to pick me up even though I was a big girl. K was the girl my age and I really loved her voice. It was deep and scratchy like she was old and she posessed this attitude that filled out that voice of hers and I fantasized that it came from her belly because her neck was so small. She had everything I didn't have. Big blue eyes and blonde eyelashes that I thought were beautiful, just whispers against her cheeks when her eyes were closed. I knew all this because sometimes Dad would let K spend the night and we'd snuggle 5 stuffed animals between our bodies on my sesame street sheeted twin. Of course, I stared at her when she was sleeping. Even her breathing was different than mine. One day, K came over to play and I felt, in my usual mood, like hiding someplace. My fascination with cramming myself into the darkest smallest spaces imaginable developed somewhere in my early childhood and most of my play consisted of me finding a bedroom or hallway closet to squat in. I'd hide forever if I could. K wanted to hide with me. She said she had to tell me a secret. I really loved it when K told me secrets because she always told them to the front of my face, with her hands cupped around my mouth. I would smell her breath which was sweet and hear that waspy voice. It was exciting. I turned to K and asked her if she wanted to tell me a secret and she nodded. But this time when I felt her hand cup around my mouth her lips were just a little closer than usual. She whispered that she wanted to try something different because she loved me. But it was still a secret, just for us. I must admit, I was worried that my dad would storm in and think I was a bad girl. But I waited for K's secret. Then K smashed her mouth against mine and her hands stayed cupped around my mouth. A kiss. That breath that I loved was everywhere around me and it was so dark all I could see was what I imagined the inside of my eyelids looked like. Then something weird happened and K stuck her tongue in my mouth and I really thought it was gross. But I liked K so much I just kept on listening to the secret...
After K had gone home for the day, I thought a lot about our secret in the closet. Did I feel bad about it? No. Did it scare me? A little. It was weird. Did I like it? Definately. I thought I loved K. Something I would think about for years and something I would worry about when I began maturing sexually. |
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| Sex Party, Part 2 |
[Jun. 11th, 2005|01:09 am] |
"Have a light?" I asked him. He smiled and patted his lap, so I sat there tentatively and held out my smoke. He lit it and eyed me as I took the first drag. Saying nothing, he bent and started to kiss my neck. There's a quality in these home grown American boys. A scent of Tide from his laundry and Abercrombie cologne. They never grow up, never get older. I sighed and let him kiss me...his hands wandering up my calf, across my knee, in between my thighs. I took hold of his hand then and brought it to my mouth, carefully plunging them against my tongue and surrounding each finger with warm hole of my lips. He took his time and went for my breasts then, sliding them into my bra and running his other hand down the curve of my back. With one flick, my bra was completely discarded, leaving my bare breasts to linger bellow his open mouth. God, was I hot. Moaning and gasping, licking and slurping. All sounds that surrounded me, but were yet apart from what was going on in my own little corner. All that mattered was that this boy had hands that were fire to my body and I could only hope that his cock was just as perfect as I pictured from across that smokey room.
Sunglasses was enjoying an open pussy, laid out in front of him like an all you can eat buffett, but gazing up at me in between purely silky looking thighs. I smiled and shot him a glance that spoke, "Get yours while you still can". I stood in front of my little prep and felt his lips kissing from my navel up to the center of my chest, in between and on my breasts. I grabbed at his shirt and ass and biceps. And soon we were both naked in a spinning room, passionate and heated to get each other as naked and close to ourselves as possible.
I ran my nails down his sculpted stomach, stopping only to incline more pressure as I reached his hips. That area just around the cock and below the belly is super sensative on men. They hardly ever get to feel it touched. And with caresses in just the right way, they'll yelp and squirm like you've hit their G-spot. It's always been a favorite of mine. I dropped to one knee in front of him, feeling the strings of my g-string exposed around my ass. Delicately grabbing his stiff cock, I licked in one stroke from the underside to the tip. Delighting in the sweet and saltiness that had already collected there, I was encouraged to take it all into my mouth. Pushing it further and further until I had swallowed the entire shaft. Milking and tugging at his balls I could feel tiny spasms there and he whispered that he couldn't hold out with this long. Typical. I grabbed two handfuls of his ass and thrust him into my mouth a few times before letting him have a go at my body.
Laying me back and down on a small mountain of pillows, preppy wanted to get straight to business. Opening my legs and spreading them wide, I noticed that everyone was watching us. Watching the little boy go to work. Sunglasses grinned and drank his bacardi, red head took a long hit from a joint, and even the scraggly band time was stroking himself and looking over in our little corner. Being the naughty little exhibitionist that I am, I turned on the magic just for them. And the magic was turned on for me. Just as preppy's tongue hit my already throbbing clit, my body jerked and I yelped in response. He darted quickly at my pussy, sucking and nibbling on the lips. I grabbed little bits of his hair and scratched up his back.
I couldn't keep my eyes open. I was simply in too much pleasure and when I did open them for a breif time, I saw nothing but eyeballs everywhere. It was like a dream. I felt safe and sure and sexy. And when preppy was satisfied that my lips had grown fat and red with blood, my pussy dripping and thick with cum, he stood and switched places with me. I mounted him facing the room, so that everyone could see. Pivoting myself over his cock, I felt a heat between the two parts that seemed to pull us together. Nevermine gravity, there was no where else I was gonna go. I lowered myself, amazed to find his only slightly above average cock fit PERFECTLY inside me. A hand to a silk glove. I grinded my hips down hard as I felt myself swallowing him and soon I was bouncing, unaware of the grunts and moans he was making. Feeling only eyes on me and cock in me and my vains exploding, I grabbed at anything I could. I squeezed pillows in my hands and scratched at my own skin. I felt him tug my hair back and heard him in my ear telling me to "fuck it whore, ride that cock" and "i'm so close and i'm gonna cum all over your pretty cunt" i told him to shut the fuck up and kept galloping towards my intense orgasm. I felt a sudden heat spreading over me and shudders overwelmed us both, guys in the room jerking furiously to our pace. And then it was over. I whispered thank you, and took a comfortable seat on the opposite side of the room.
A few other guys took a taste that night and I was allowed to finally plunge my fingers inside that tight little red head as I hoped. Nothing in my sexual life has compared to that night. There's nothing more embarrassing and exciting that fucking in a room full of strangers. It's the promise that now they want to fuck you too. It's that...treat even after you get something delish. Needless to say, I was asked about. Even fielded a few calls from the goth kid. I expect he wanted a date or something. Will I go again? There's no reason why I wouldn't. |
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| Sex Party, Part 1 |
[Jun. 9th, 2005|03:45 am] |
Being that I work in a particular place that often puts me in positions where I have knowledge of certain fetish and sex activities in my community, last year I was privvy to a private invitation to a sex party held once a year by the king of fetish activity in *&$^%#&. A man in a dark suite, wearing a pair of armani sunglasses and calvin shoes slipped me a black piece of paper with a date and address. The text at the bottom read: "Love is a matter of Chemistry, but sex is a matter of Physics". I smiled at the man and by the time I'd raised my eyes from the card, he was gone.
I pondered whether or not I should attend, because I was only 18 at the time and had never experienced a sex club or a sex party...though I'd read things and seen videos about them. I examined every facit of my attendance. Would I actually have sex? Would I meet some stranger and then fuck them silly in front of many other equally strange people? Would this change my life? Should I meet someone I know, what the hell would I do then? I decided that a cheap wig would do the trick. I'd doll myself up something unmistakingly lusty and at the same time appear unrecognizable should anyone I knew be there.
It was just after midnight when my taxi finally reached the warehouse. I thought to myself there was no way this could be it. Shouldn't there be lights? A sign? Something...but it occured to me then that this wasn't something you'd see advertised on the side of a bus. So, I paid the cab driver to sit there an extra five minutes to make sure I didn't come back out wanting a ride home. Approaching the huge steal doors, I noticed a bit of glitter spilled like cum on the front step and I knew this was the place. I knocked twice. The man with the gottee and sexy sunglasses opened the door a crack and slyly smiled. "Welcome my dear. I assume you've never been to something like this before?" I explained that I hadn't and then added that I was wearing my lucky panties that night. Just in case. He shot back, "I hope your lucky panties are invisible," and laughed as he patted my ass.
Feeling the two bowls I'd smoked earlier that night and the three shots of bourbon I slammed at the bar, I followed sunglasses to the grande tour. In the "living room" were three large couches filled with people. Girls in mini skirts and leather tops, boys in tented pants and happy trails. The coffee table littered with lubricant and condoms, sex oils, a g-string, and a bottle of tequila. But no one was fucking. He saw me eyeing the occupants of the living room and nodded. "This way, sweetheart." I followed him down a black lit hallway covered in posters of naked women, cunnalingus, and doggy style. We arrived in a room that stank of cheap perfume, marijuana, cherry novelty condoms, and sex. I smiled in anticipation, heard shrieks, wetness, slapping, and moans...and readied my eyes for the sights I'd longed to see.
Behind two heavy velvet curtains was a room with black floors and red walls. There were benches, swings, a full couch, a couple beds, a large table close to the ground, and several corners of the room were filled with stuffed pillows. I eyed a delishous red head with perky tits, nipples pointed upwards and an edible patch of red fur just above her pussy. She was tenderly sucking off what looked like to me a member of some would be rock band. Too many tattoos and hair that fell to his shoulders and framed his pointy features. He was smoking and looking pleased. Sunglasses unzipped my top from the back as I gazed in amazement and trailed kisses along my neckline and shoulders. I curved my body back into his, pleased that I was receiving the host's attention, but eager to invite others to come play.
I caught the glance of a backstreet boy looking type. Someone I'd glared at in high school and then fucked dirty after football games, behind the bleachers or on top of the hood of his car. I missed those types when I went away to college. The types you hate to love and love to hate. I licked my lips and pressed my nails into sunglasses' crotch. He moaned and whispered his desire to bend me over the bar and punish me. I was naughty. Certainly. But I wanted preppy boy. I wanted the red head. So I bent over quickly and dipped my ass along sunglasses' front side, careful to linger around his solid cock, turned around, kissed him liquidly and walked over to mr. preppy. |
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[May. 29th, 2005|03:39 am] |
My gifts arrived on a rainy front porch this morning. Two perfect leatherworked masterpieces. A hand-braided crop and matching cat-o-nine. Cat has to be used in a downward swinging motion in order to produce the SWACK you desire as all 9 braides fall down on soft flesh. Crop of course is plain handy and I simply can't let go of it. I just love whips...
On another note, I must confess there's nothing more erotic than the sight of a pink cock head sticking out from between your two heaving breasts. And dammit if my tongue were long enough, I'd prefer to be licking that head, pumping the shaft between my tits, and staring right into that cock owner's eyes. |
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| Thick... |
[May. 20th, 2005|02:03 am] |
After you fucked me you asked me to stick around this time. Said you wouldn't mind watching me sleep or at least would enjoy my little ass running about your apartment. I consented after a distinct promise of order in italian food and my favorite champaign. My lips twitched to kiss yours. To have you lay there perfectly still and allow me to mount you and feast upon your lips and tongue. Something about how quickly your face darkens with five oclock shadow and passion. But I layed there on the white linens, half bored, half miffed. I waited to hear the rythem of your breathing change and half expected you to doze off, unaware that what I was truly craving was something slower tonight, something more complete than a cock in a pussy and a wet spot to remember it by. But when I pivoted my eyes back on you, your face was tender and the smile that rested there was one of pleasure and understanding. "You," you said, "Are a piece of work". I winked and went to turn for a cigarette, but I felt your warm palm on my shoulder and shuddered as the ripple of electricity hit my nerves and belly. You always touch me this way. Quivering and tensing my pussy muscles in response I turned back towards you and quickly wraped my arms around your neck. Your nose lowered to the curve of my neck where you always inhale a long breath and exclaim that you smell my arousal. Clipping my wrists in your large hand you push me on my back and pin them above my head in one fluid motion. Once again I am your prisoner... Smiling at my current surrender, you lower your gaze to my exposed chest and belly, taking one hand down to push the small of my back upwards into an arch, displaying my curves and breasts as appetisers for your impending meal. I released my aching lungs and found the feeling of this incredibly sensual. Your lips were on my stomach then, tickling the little hairs there and moistening my skin. You kissed me, enjoyed my sweet smell and labored breathing. Then you spread my legs and pressed fingers in the creases of my leg to hip joints and over the cleft of my pussy. Without warning my lips were parted there and in a dart of motion you had concealed my clit between your front teeth, so teasing and tense a feeling that I screamed out MERCY and jolted my hips. You lapped at my nether mouth, dissected the folds and cleaned them of juices and washed my entire body in a warm pool of erotic feeling. Trying very hard to will my body into concentration and release, you overpowered all my senses until all I saw was red billowing behind my eyelids and all I smelt was your sex and what I felt was ecstasy at every minuscule section of my being that you touched. This was absolutely an uncontrollable orgasm. You pointed your fat tongue and spooned out every bit of natural lubrication my body would produce...drank it down like it would sustain us both. You felt inside my inner thighs that my muscles had begun to tense and shrink beneath the taut skin. "Breathe," you whispered, "now you need to breathe, my love". I felt the ball of heat inside me exploding from my pussy, cervix, soul...and exhaled it with a mighty gust and the walls around me fell and not even your embrace could prevent me from floating above this shitty apartment, my shitty life and to an oblivion...
Thank you for bringing me back to life. |
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[Apr. 20th, 2005|11:09 am] |
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NIN: With Teeth....Excellant |
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| The Big Finish |
[Mar. 19th, 2005|11:16 pm] |
You came waltzing through the front door, stopping in mid whistle to catch me legs stretched wide, your brother's pale little ass squeezing back and forth into me. "OH!" I gasped and stared right into your eyes. Panic. Would you scream? Kill him? Kill me? OH GOD! My orgasm falling steadily into terror. But instead of pulling out a gun or running in to pull him off me, you smirked and continued whistling, looking back down to the bills and ads in your hand. I waited. Poised there, Tommy's dick still hard halfway inside me. I don't think he really knew what was going on.... I was fixated on you. You tossed the bills onto the couch and walked slowly towards the kitchen. I started to whimper, confused on what my next move ought to be. What precisely does one do? Tommy was looking at me completely unaware and wondering why I'd stopped. You, my love, my Sir, my Dark, my everything.....staring at me with actual humor in your eyes. Taking off your jacket slowly, you simply said, "Don't stop on my account, kids. Keep it going." I tilted my head, reminicent of a terrier and Tommy leaned into my neck and bit me there hard. "OW! Dammit, Tommy!" He smiled then and pulled me roughly towards him. You took a seat at the table and lit up one of my smokes. "I said...keep fucking him, baby." You said very slowly and precisely. Wanting to please you, my body in fact denying my worry was ready to get fucked again. Ready to cum. Not taking my eyes off of you, I went back into a slow rythm with Tom. "That's a good girl." Tommy gasped. You, taking deep drags and stretching your feet out onto the opposite chair. I moaned and arched my back again. My mind racing. So lost. Tommy was close and drunk and getting weak. I clenched my pussy around him to hurry the process and FUCK there it was. FUCKING A! And he pulled out there cumming hard right into the kitchen sink. I panted and stared at him before letting the longest hardest laugh spill out from my swollan lips. Tommy sniffled and nodded to you, "She's all yours, chap. Wake me for breakfast." I was halfway laughing and halfway sobbing as this turned into an extremely hysterical moment for me. "Don't you worry, now, baby. I'll do ya right." You got up from the table and scooped me up into your arms, walking me first over to grab my shirt from the fan. I just grabbed onto your shoulders and didn't say a word.
After 3 hours of mindblowing, cunt aching, bone melting fucking I curled next to your sweaty body and whispered in your ear, "Why weren't you mad, Daddy?" Your only reply:
I AM. |
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| Part 2 |
[Mar. 19th, 2005|11:01 pm] |
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He plopped the freshly lit cigarrette out of my pouty lips and took a deep long squinty eyed drag from it before putting it out in the kitchen sink. I gulped and licked my smackers. "I um, just wanted a pepsi...er....somethi.." Tommy placed two big hands on either side of me on the kitchen counter and moved in just a bit closer to my quickly heating face. "Yea, my big brother won't know anything." I sighed and then attacked him with my mouth. Covering his mouth violantly, arms around his kneck scrambling to push my hips as close to his package as humanly fucking possible. He palmed my two ass cheeks like an NBA standard and nudged me up onto the kitchen counter. "Jesus...Jesus..." I gasped between kisses, my face already tingling with the scratches from his chin and cheeks. That sweet little tongue, I gotta swallow it, gotta mmm lick it longer, harder. Roughly pulling the jersey out from under my ass Tommy jerked it off above my head and threw it across the room, causing it to clash onto the hanging fan and spin in time with the whirling blades. He burried his face into my heaving breasts, mindless of the restain my tiny white bra had against my tight hard nipples. "Ahh...god" I leaned my head back, nearly banging it on a counter door. Biting hard on one of my nips through the fabric of my bra, your kid brother looked up at me with this, 'I'm drunk and I'm gonna fuck ya like a cowboy look' and I just growled. I frantically pulled down on my spankies, only getting them down about mid-cheek. Tommy finished by pulling them all the way off exposing me nearly naked in our country kitchen. Then I got my wish. He leaned me back and ate me like the scrumptious little fruit I am. And the beard and the tongue and the fucking breathing. I nearly came. So close, but at that moment I just had to be fucked. He just had to fuck me. "Come on then, show me how you do it right" I breathed through clentched teeth. Tommy smiled and unbuckled his belt and in true fashion released his cock from his shorts and left his pants around his ankles. Sitting on that counter and being the tight little twat that I am, it was an uneasy fit at first. This only made his erection stronger and I could see him fighting just to continue. Then we were fucking, my ass burning as it slide over and over on the kitchen counter, the cabinets rocking and creaking and my moaning penetrating and moving in time with the ceiling fan. "God fucking GOD!!!" He chewed on my earlobe and got deeper and harder with every thrust. And just as I was feeling the eruption start to build from those cherry tootsies to the black little roots of the hairs on my head...... |
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