Alright. I've fucked up already and missed a post yesterday. I'll try and make up for it by enjoying this one.
New fantasy. Looking to make happen at some point. Is there a service or something that can help me with this? I'm guessing Craigslist would be a bad idea for this one.
Anyway. Frat party. I'm dancing. I've been dancing for a while and have stripped down to a skirt, panties, bra, and heels. The night has moved from just dancing and stripping to lap dances (whee!).
There's a lovely frat boy (we can call him Mike, because I call all frat guys Mike for whatever reason) and he's enjoying it thoroughly, but is trashed, and I have a suspicion he wants to break the cardinal rule of lap dances - get your fucking hands off me. His friends are cheering him on and I'm grinding against him, my hips moving against his jeans as I feel him grinding back against me, feel him getting hard underneath me. This only makes me grind against him harder, teasing him with my hips.
I turn, straddling his lap, arching my tits into his face. He bites his bottom lip, chewing it, holding onto the chair as the guys around him cheer him on. His hands start to creep up and I look him in the face, shaking my head and continuing. They move a little further to my hips and I push his hands away.
The guys around him start to get a little more riled up as they notice me push him away. This can only go badly from here. With the support of his brothers, he gets a little more aggressive and I push him away a little more. He pleads a little with his eyes as his hands start to sneak between my legs and up my skirt. I stop dancing to more aggressively push him away and I try and get up off his lap. They're yelling that I want it and to grab me and he pulls his hands back, apologizing and asking me not to stop.
I relent, knowing this is probably a bad idea, but I keep dancing on his lap, feeling him rise me meet my pussy. This is when I realize how wet I already am. He's a good looking guy, clean cut with lingering eyes, and it's not that I don't want his hands there, but there are more than a few guys whose hands I don't want and I can't set that precedent.
He grabs my hips one more time and I stop, looking at him and putting my hands on his shoulders to stand and climb off of him. I've made more money than I anticipated and my night here is done. He grabs my waist and pulls me back down. I tell him to let me go and he looks me directly in the eyes. I tell him to let me go again and his friends start to inch closer, egging him on. He holds me, unsure what to do, waiting for me to make a move as I wait for him to make a move.
Finally someone else grabs my arm tightly, hurting my bicep as I fight against them. Someone else grabs another arm and they pull me back, off of him. I can't catch my legs underneath me quick enough and another one comes around me, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulls me back. I struggle, staring at Mike, hoping he'll step up and pulls his friends back.
He does nothing of the sort, but instead gets up and begins to open his belt. I fight against their hands as they pull me back and hold me against the floor, yanking off my skirt. Once on the floor it takes everything to struggle anymore. They pull off the rest of my underwear and it's not apparent how wet I am, confirming how much I did, in fact, want it.
Mike, the first one, takes his time getting down between my legs and in one quick thrust is inside me, fucking me. He's shoved all the way inside me, stretching my pussy as he thrusts faster, in harsh, haggard jolts. He wants to cum and is already so close, but with the alcohol and all his friends around he struggles, squeezing me tightly. It takes him only a few more angry thrusts, but he cums inside me, filling me.
This is when the rest of them decide to seize the opportunity. Me being the opportunity. They pull me up and another one decides to start fucking me, slapping me as he goes. They're still holding my arms behind me so it's even harder to struggle. I don't know who does it but I feel a finger slip into my ass and I whimper. It's the first noise of submission I've made all night and I wish I could take it back.
They fuck me, one by one, pushing and pulling me around, biting, slapping, twisting me in ways I didn't know were of interest, but apparently... It is a wicked gang bang and I am left; spent, sweaty, bloody, exhausted, and used.
Fuck. Yes.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Dear Stephen Ambrose, please include things like this.
So this would be part fantasy, part recollection. Historical fiction, I guess would be an appropriate term.
I'm at a party. Which automatically means I've been drinking. It's a traditional house party, with awkward friends of friends and a mess of accidental hookups. People are spilling into the backyard, into the bedrooms, and there are very few limits because in some context, everyone kind of knows everyone.
There is, of course, a friend of a friend (of a friend?) who I don't know, but she's cute. Full hips and ass, narrow shoulders, lush mess of dirty blonde waves. She's probably in her late twenties (I was 20 at this point, so imagine me even more doe eyed). And I think she likes me. We've been bumping into each other all night but have yet to have the full "I met this great person last night at Dave's party" conversation. But it seemed almost inevitable at this point.
I was, as I usually am, a friend of a friend. I do well at parties, but my friends rarely are the kind who throw them. But yet, here I was oscillating around some pleasant girl. We bumped into each other while I was having a cigarette outside, then again by the couch in the living room where someone was playing a video game and I didn't know where else to go, so I assumed that the non speaking, passive role was going to work for at least 15 minutes or so.
It wasn't until things were completely winding down that we got to have the longer conversation. A good number of people were sleeping over and we had already taken over the couch in the basement by plopping down on either side and extending our legs while she told me about her grad program. The basement was small, and there was really no other place to collapse down there, leaving the room solely to us.
I'm actually a fairly shy person, and so I'm almost never going to be the one to make the first move. I'm generally going to need to be kissed first, or at least touched first, and so only bad things happen when I'm with another shy person. On the grand scheme of things, she would have been more in the normal category, so less shy than me but still no one was making a move. The combination of my legs touching hers and the half dozen drinks I had, though, were making me fucking wet. I could feel my nipples scraping the inside of my bra already and I started to twitch my legs a little just to rub them against hers. Casually. I'm big on the "is this intentional?" flirting. That's actually about all I can do.
It took her a while but FINALLY she put her hand on my leg, rubbing it softly, fingers trailing up to my knee and back down, then back around the calf. It was another tipsy move on her part as the finesse of the whole thing was something to be desired, but none the less. I was a young little thing and it was enough to turn my crank hard. I could already feel myself so soaking wet and this was enough touch to drive me insane. I didn't know what to do to let me know I wanted to eat her out more than anything.
I yawned. This was not the intended move on my part to show my interest, but it was so late and I was still tipsy. She smiled and told me to come snuggle with her. She scooted down on the couch and I crawled up into the nook make between her arm and her body. This was close enough, I was tired. We talked for a few minutes and she finally tuned to me and I lifted my face to see her.
"You're really pretty."
"Thank you."
"I mean, I think you're really sexy."
JACKPOT. I smiled at her compliments and brushed rose, I'm sure and she finally leaned down and kissed me. I kissed her back with a naive 20 year old's fervor to kiss; with an aggressive, wanton lack of polish sitting on my lips. She kissed with more subtlety, her tongue making lace patterns on my lips and tongue. Her hand found my lower back and slipped under the hem of my shirt, so I could feel her fingers pulsing against my skin, tightening and then releasing, pulling me to straddle her thigh.
I did as she instructed and shifted so she could lay underneath me. Her other hand landed on my lower back as well and after a few more minutes I could sense her actively pulling my hips against her. I would never have thought of fighting her, and my hips went where she led, rocking hard against her thigh, which pushed back against me, trying to push denim against cotton, against clit. I whimpered a little into her mouth and she smiled, fingers starting to sneak into the back of my jeans.
I was soaked, already prepared for my jeans to bear the growing circle of evidence.
It was at this point where we heard the door open and a step taken. I froze, going limp on top of her body, hands being pulled to a respectful place. Our eyes slid shut and I nuzzled back down a little. We heard a few more footsteps and someone craning down to see if the couch was already taken, which it was by two sleeping girls. The footsteps retracted and the door was shut once again.
We smiled, which turned to giggles and the moment was already so far gone we know there was no reclaiming.
"You sleepy?" I nodded, her hands starting to rub my back. "Me too." She kissed the top of my head and laid back, arm still softly stroking the small of my back.
I fell asleep, though I have no idea how long. It happened easily enough and I assumed that she had, too. I woke to a bit of a jarring rhythm. I was asleep enough to still not move, though my eyes dragged themselves open. I could feel her moving underneath me. I slightly twitched my head and the movements froze. I tried to pretend I was still asleep, not wanting to disturb her but she was paralyzed. I shifted my eyes down just slightly and saw what she had been doing and was now hiding. Her jeans were open and her hand was wrist deep inside them. I froze as well, praying there was a chance she thought I was still asleep.
There must have been at least a question in her mind, as she didn't even flinch to remove her hand. I stopped before moving again, my hand moving up and to her waistband. She was frozen, more not knowing what to do than anything else, I imagine. I slip my hand into her jeans, under the waist of her panties, and right next to her hand, which still had her fingers firmly on her throbbing clit. I could feel her pulse in her pussy.
I started to move my fingers over her, making her gasp from surprise. Her fingers shifting to give me full access to her, but pulling the waist of her jeans tight across my fore arm, restricting what I could do. I rubbed her clit in circles, flicking it back and forth with the pads of my fingers.
She squirmed and I finally felt by her panties just how soaked she was, and realized just how long she had been wet. She pulled her hand out of her pants and tugged down her jeans, but left her underwear in a token of modesty. My hand moved underneath them, working a finger and then two inside of her.
I arched my thumb up to rub her clit and she responded immediately, whimpering behind tightly pursed lips, trying not to arouse anyone who may be in the house. Her hips rocked up, arching against my hand as I didn't even inch my head away from where it lay on her chest.
Her arm was already wrapped around my shoulders and resting on my back, but now her fingers tensed, slightly pinching me through my shirt in a way which could only be described as desperate and without purpose. My leg, slung over hers casually now pinned her to the couch, holding her left leg down while the other was free to bent and arch and open, though all of these moments were little more than subtle.
She fucked my fingers. Faster and harder, she arched up against my hand, forcing me to grind into her, which I did without hesitation. I could feel her pussy pulling me in deeper, squeezing my fingers together and then releasing. I spread my fingers as she tensed, pushing back against her, stretching her just a little.
She finally let out a moan and bucked up once more, cumming, drenching my hand, her panties, and leaving the faintest of wet spots on the couch below. I waited and then pulled my hand out of her panties, letting her pull her jeans back up and readjusting my head on her chest, yawning, and not waiting long before I fell back asleep in silence.
I'm at a party. Which automatically means I've been drinking. It's a traditional house party, with awkward friends of friends and a mess of accidental hookups. People are spilling into the backyard, into the bedrooms, and there are very few limits because in some context, everyone kind of knows everyone.
There is, of course, a friend of a friend (of a friend?) who I don't know, but she's cute. Full hips and ass, narrow shoulders, lush mess of dirty blonde waves. She's probably in her late twenties (I was 20 at this point, so imagine me even more doe eyed). And I think she likes me. We've been bumping into each other all night but have yet to have the full "I met this great person last night at Dave's party" conversation. But it seemed almost inevitable at this point.
I was, as I usually am, a friend of a friend. I do well at parties, but my friends rarely are the kind who throw them. But yet, here I was oscillating around some pleasant girl. We bumped into each other while I was having a cigarette outside, then again by the couch in the living room where someone was playing a video game and I didn't know where else to go, so I assumed that the non speaking, passive role was going to work for at least 15 minutes or so.
It wasn't until things were completely winding down that we got to have the longer conversation. A good number of people were sleeping over and we had already taken over the couch in the basement by plopping down on either side and extending our legs while she told me about her grad program. The basement was small, and there was really no other place to collapse down there, leaving the room solely to us.
I'm actually a fairly shy person, and so I'm almost never going to be the one to make the first move. I'm generally going to need to be kissed first, or at least touched first, and so only bad things happen when I'm with another shy person. On the grand scheme of things, she would have been more in the normal category, so less shy than me but still no one was making a move. The combination of my legs touching hers and the half dozen drinks I had, though, were making me fucking wet. I could feel my nipples scraping the inside of my bra already and I started to twitch my legs a little just to rub them against hers. Casually. I'm big on the "is this intentional?" flirting. That's actually about all I can do.
It took her a while but FINALLY she put her hand on my leg, rubbing it softly, fingers trailing up to my knee and back down, then back around the calf. It was another tipsy move on her part as the finesse of the whole thing was something to be desired, but none the less. I was a young little thing and it was enough to turn my crank hard. I could already feel myself so soaking wet and this was enough touch to drive me insane. I didn't know what to do to let me know I wanted to eat her out more than anything.
I yawned. This was not the intended move on my part to show my interest, but it was so late and I was still tipsy. She smiled and told me to come snuggle with her. She scooted down on the couch and I crawled up into the nook make between her arm and her body. This was close enough, I was tired. We talked for a few minutes and she finally tuned to me and I lifted my face to see her.
"You're really pretty."
"Thank you."
"I mean, I think you're really sexy."
JACKPOT. I smiled at her compliments and brushed rose, I'm sure and she finally leaned down and kissed me. I kissed her back with a naive 20 year old's fervor to kiss; with an aggressive, wanton lack of polish sitting on my lips. She kissed with more subtlety, her tongue making lace patterns on my lips and tongue. Her hand found my lower back and slipped under the hem of my shirt, so I could feel her fingers pulsing against my skin, tightening and then releasing, pulling me to straddle her thigh.
I did as she instructed and shifted so she could lay underneath me. Her other hand landed on my lower back as well and after a few more minutes I could sense her actively pulling my hips against her. I would never have thought of fighting her, and my hips went where she led, rocking hard against her thigh, which pushed back against me, trying to push denim against cotton, against clit. I whimpered a little into her mouth and she smiled, fingers starting to sneak into the back of my jeans.
I was soaked, already prepared for my jeans to bear the growing circle of evidence.
It was at this point where we heard the door open and a step taken. I froze, going limp on top of her body, hands being pulled to a respectful place. Our eyes slid shut and I nuzzled back down a little. We heard a few more footsteps and someone craning down to see if the couch was already taken, which it was by two sleeping girls. The footsteps retracted and the door was shut once again.
We smiled, which turned to giggles and the moment was already so far gone we know there was no reclaiming.
"You sleepy?" I nodded, her hands starting to rub my back. "Me too." She kissed the top of my head and laid back, arm still softly stroking the small of my back.
I fell asleep, though I have no idea how long. It happened easily enough and I assumed that she had, too. I woke to a bit of a jarring rhythm. I was asleep enough to still not move, though my eyes dragged themselves open. I could feel her moving underneath me. I slightly twitched my head and the movements froze. I tried to pretend I was still asleep, not wanting to disturb her but she was paralyzed. I shifted my eyes down just slightly and saw what she had been doing and was now hiding. Her jeans were open and her hand was wrist deep inside them. I froze as well, praying there was a chance she thought I was still asleep.
There must have been at least a question in her mind, as she didn't even flinch to remove her hand. I stopped before moving again, my hand moving up and to her waistband. She was frozen, more not knowing what to do than anything else, I imagine. I slip my hand into her jeans, under the waist of her panties, and right next to her hand, which still had her fingers firmly on her throbbing clit. I could feel her pulse in her pussy.
I started to move my fingers over her, making her gasp from surprise. Her fingers shifting to give me full access to her, but pulling the waist of her jeans tight across my fore arm, restricting what I could do. I rubbed her clit in circles, flicking it back and forth with the pads of my fingers.
She squirmed and I finally felt by her panties just how soaked she was, and realized just how long she had been wet. She pulled her hand out of her pants and tugged down her jeans, but left her underwear in a token of modesty. My hand moved underneath them, working a finger and then two inside of her.
I arched my thumb up to rub her clit and she responded immediately, whimpering behind tightly pursed lips, trying not to arouse anyone who may be in the house. Her hips rocked up, arching against my hand as I didn't even inch my head away from where it lay on her chest.
Her arm was already wrapped around my shoulders and resting on my back, but now her fingers tensed, slightly pinching me through my shirt in a way which could only be described as desperate and without purpose. My leg, slung over hers casually now pinned her to the couch, holding her left leg down while the other was free to bent and arch and open, though all of these moments were little more than subtle.
She fucked my fingers. Faster and harder, she arched up against my hand, forcing me to grind into her, which I did without hesitation. I could feel her pussy pulling me in deeper, squeezing my fingers together and then releasing. I spread my fingers as she tensed, pushing back against her, stretching her just a little.
She finally let out a moan and bucked up once more, cumming, drenching my hand, her panties, and leaving the faintest of wet spots on the couch below. I waited and then pulled my hand out of her panties, letting her pull her jeans back up and readjusting my head on her chest, yawning, and not waiting long before I fell back asleep in silence.
Friday, September 25, 2009
In praise of Girlfriend
So I may have been a bit biased, but for a very, very long time I didn't believe in female ejaculation. It just seemed mythic, though I bet a lot of people felt that way about the female orgasm. I have had multiple people try and dissuade me, including my best friend who set me up on his laptop with tab after tab from xtube of woman being turned into beautiful little fountains of... fluid, I don't even know. This weekend (did I mentioned we just got back from sex camp.. er.. conference?) I saw, first hand, that I was mistaken in my belief.
So that's a preface which should give you some direction as to where this story is going.
Last night I was supposed to meet some friends at a bar around the corner from her place and she was getting frustrated at the office and wanted a break before powering through. So we decided to quickly meet up and fuck as fast as we could before we took off on our respective evening activities. I got to the apartment first and decided to do some prep work and so I quickly started masturbating. You know how everyone has that just right place or touch that always gets them going and when a quick 2 minute orgasm is needed, you just know where to go and what to do? I hit that and pulled back three or four times. After knowing I was ready to go, I kind of rolled onto my side and half fell asleep so when she came up to the bedroom, I was sufficiently drowsy. I fucked her first, but that's her story, not mine to tell.
She sat down on the bed to the side of me and I realized that I was not just wet, I was drenched all the way to my ass. I took her hand and rather gleefully slid her fingers over my clit, and down, saying "see how wet I am? See how far it went?"
Taking the opportunity, her finger started to slide into my ass and she looked up at me, asking "did it go this far?" She went a little deeper and I moved against her hand, "how about this far?" Let me take this moment to point out that I, generally, don't have a plan when I say or do things. We have had multiple conversations on this and for the most part, I don't have ulterior motives. And while I didn't have one for this, I was terribly appreciative.
This is where she pulled out her cock. For whatever reason, I was really tight when she started and so I could feel every inch of her cock slide into my pussy; feel it stretching until I was pulsing my pussy around her. She started to fuck me, slowly at first, her finger still in my ass, and I heard her growl in a half whisper "Take it for me babygirl". I almost lost it right then and there.
With my pussy and ass full and aching, she started sucking on my clit. I showed her my little secret spot and she just let her tongue loose over it. When I say she makes me squirm, I don't think that gives the full impact of what she can do to me, and what she does to me. She makes me absolutely whimper and moan and cry and writhe with her tongue.
She started fucking me faster, and I opened my legs to accommodate her cock, letting her fuck me harder, deeper than I've felt her inside me before. With her mouth on my clit, her cock inside my pussy, and her finger inside my ass, all working me, all stretching me in ways I didn't know I could stretch, I was absolutely dying to cum but trying my hardest to draw it out. To this end, I begged her to slap me. She got up on her knees, mouth soaking from my pussy and started slapping me hard across the face. "You better cum for me, babygirl." She smacked me over and over, her fingers stinging and my own cum streaking my cheek. She fucking had me.
She went back to my pussy, and that's when I heard it. She squealed. The cutest high pitch squeal, too. From my absolutely fucking hot, butch girlfriend. It was cute. But the point aside from 'my girlfriend squeals now and then and it's adorable' is that I am, in fact, capable of squirting. And I did it.
Anyway, she was fucking me within an inch of my life and sanity and I lost it, I came bucking and crying out- definitely loud enough to let the neighbors know that we are, again having sex. Again. And to let them know that it's goood sex. (Thanks Girlfriend.)
Drinks were fun. Got tacos on the way home. And apparently a Luna bar, which I magically found in my purse this morning.
But long story short, I can squirt, and Girlfriend is amazing.
So that's a preface which should give you some direction as to where this story is going.
Last night I was supposed to meet some friends at a bar around the corner from her place and she was getting frustrated at the office and wanted a break before powering through. So we decided to quickly meet up and fuck as fast as we could before we took off on our respective evening activities. I got to the apartment first and decided to do some prep work and so I quickly started masturbating. You know how everyone has that just right place or touch that always gets them going and when a quick 2 minute orgasm is needed, you just know where to go and what to do? I hit that and pulled back three or four times. After knowing I was ready to go, I kind of rolled onto my side and half fell asleep so when she came up to the bedroom, I was sufficiently drowsy. I fucked her first, but that's her story, not mine to tell.
She sat down on the bed to the side of me and I realized that I was not just wet, I was drenched all the way to my ass. I took her hand and rather gleefully slid her fingers over my clit, and down, saying "see how wet I am? See how far it went?"
Taking the opportunity, her finger started to slide into my ass and she looked up at me, asking "did it go this far?" She went a little deeper and I moved against her hand, "how about this far?" Let me take this moment to point out that I, generally, don't have a plan when I say or do things. We have had multiple conversations on this and for the most part, I don't have ulterior motives. And while I didn't have one for this, I was terribly appreciative.
This is where she pulled out her cock. For whatever reason, I was really tight when she started and so I could feel every inch of her cock slide into my pussy; feel it stretching until I was pulsing my pussy around her. She started to fuck me, slowly at first, her finger still in my ass, and I heard her growl in a half whisper "Take it for me babygirl". I almost lost it right then and there.
With my pussy and ass full and aching, she started sucking on my clit. I showed her my little secret spot and she just let her tongue loose over it. When I say she makes me squirm, I don't think that gives the full impact of what she can do to me, and what she does to me. She makes me absolutely whimper and moan and cry and writhe with her tongue.
She started fucking me faster, and I opened my legs to accommodate her cock, letting her fuck me harder, deeper than I've felt her inside me before. With her mouth on my clit, her cock inside my pussy, and her finger inside my ass, all working me, all stretching me in ways I didn't know I could stretch, I was absolutely dying to cum but trying my hardest to draw it out. To this end, I begged her to slap me. She got up on her knees, mouth soaking from my pussy and started slapping me hard across the face. "You better cum for me, babygirl." She smacked me over and over, her fingers stinging and my own cum streaking my cheek. She fucking had me.
She went back to my pussy, and that's when I heard it. She squealed. The cutest high pitch squeal, too. From my absolutely fucking hot, butch girlfriend. It was cute. But the point aside from 'my girlfriend squeals now and then and it's adorable' is that I am, in fact, capable of squirting. And I did it.
Anyway, she was fucking me within an inch of my life and sanity and I lost it, I came bucking and crying out- definitely loud enough to let the neighbors know that we are, again having sex. Again. And to let them know that it's goood sex. (Thanks Girlfriend.)
Drinks were fun. Got tacos on the way home. And apparently a Luna bar, which I magically found in my purse this morning.
But long story short, I can squirt, and Girlfriend is amazing.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Thanks, Kashi
I promise I'm not going to talk about what I'm eating or cooking at the moment every time I do one of these, but I'm having some fantastic granola right now. Thanks Kashi!
At sex camp, Girlfriend and I met a fantastic couple who we're both dying to fuck. I've had an incredibly long, drawn out fantasies regarding the he in this scenario more than once in the last few days. I don't really know his vibe yet, but I'm not looking to commit to a top/bottom fantasy at this point. I just want to fuck him, er, have him fuck me. He's absolutely gorgeous, and one of the nicest, most wholesome (comparatively, I mean, I met him at a sex camp), and genuinely nice people you're ever going to meet. And I want him to absolutely defile me. (And recently married. Congrats!) Also, I should mention that at the moment, I've got such a hard on for trans guys it's a little ridiculous.
We start at a party. I don't even realize he's there at first and I find a nice butch to cuddle up to. I'm straddling her lap, kissing her and making her look up at me to do so. Her hands are on my ass, gripping, pulling me into her while her mouth peaks upward to catch mine. I put my hand into her hair and pull her head back hard, making her whimper, to which I tell her to shut the fuck up. She nods, breathing faster, and I release her hair, letting her only kiss my neck, which she does furiously. This is when I look up and see him; watching me top her.
He doesn't say a word but we can't stop looking at each other. I start to feel my clit swell and I buck hard against her, feeling her fingers respond by gripping my ass harder. I watch his breathing change, getting a little deeper and I respond by reaching up and taking her throat in my hand, pushing her back a little and riding her crotch slowly. It's part fuck, part tease. I see his hand trail down to his cock, over his clothes, and not entirely within his control.
I look back down at her as her hands start to weaken and slap her face, telling her to pay attention, but i can tell she thinks something's up.
I turn back to her, kissing her mouth roughly and pulling her hair, I'm even more aggressive now that I think about him watching me top her. Any other time I'd be absolutely high from topping this fucking gorgeous butch but right now all I want is for him to come over and rip me off of her, pin me down and fuck me til I scream. But when I look back up for him, he's gone. Asshole!
Luckily this is one of those congeneal play parties that involve dinner and hanging out, so the next time I see him, I'm a seat or two down and across the table with him at a restaurant. I'm trying not to look at him too much. His wife's next to him and Girlfriend's next to me but we're both only half engaged in each conversation.
Out of the corner of my eye, I finally see him move. I catch his eyes and he nods to me very slightly, and then towards the bathroom. I smile and turn back to the conversation, nodding as I look away. I'm holding my breath as he gets up and walks towards the back. I wait for a moment or two, chest tight, already soaking wet, clit so swollen it feels like it's going to pop and I'm just going to flood with my own cum. I get up and the cold air of the restaurant hits under my skirt and makes my clit ache even more. I walk quickly back towards the bathroom and he's standing outside of one and grabs me, kissing first my mouth but then immediately my neck and shoulder, hands on my ass, mine going to his hair to pull his mouth closer, harder against me. I can feel his cock pushing into my stomach and I reach between us to grab it through his jeans. He arches against me and shoves me into the women's bathroom. The second the door is shut we're at it again, my ass against the sink, his hand pulling my hair back, his teeth grazing and then biting my throat so hard I know it's going to leave a mark that neither of us will be able to hide from.
He pulls up my skirt and my panties are soaked, my inner thighs wet. As he strokes me over the fabric I can feel him straining against me, ready to fuck me. I bend my left knee and pull it up, carling my back so he can see me, how wet I am already. He pulls down my panties and gets down on his knees, licking me immediately, harder than I anticipated. I didn't want to make noise but the second he does it my toes curl and I cry out. His tongue curls around my clit and teases it. Sucks it. Nibbles it. I am high from the feeling.
I beg him to fuck me as I arch forward. I whimper and plead with him but his mouth is still full of my pussy. Finally he gets up and pushes me back, pulling his cock out of his pants. I spread my legs and slams inside of me. My legs go around him as he starts to fuck me, pulling my hair, biting my neck, scratching and shoving me back against the sink. He is fucking me harder than I could have dreamed of, and my hand shoves between us to rub my clit hard and fast. As I start to whimper, barely cry out his hand goes over my mouth. I can't e trusted not to scream, it's probably better. Finally he pulls out and I hop off the sink, turning around and bending over. His fingers replace mne on my clit and he fucks me from behind, kicking my legs open to get deeper inside me. I start to whimper again and he grabs my hair, the fingers that were on my clit are now in my mouth, quietting me. I rub my clit feircely as I can feel my orgasm building fast. My clit is burning from the friction but I can't stop and work my fingers faster, as his cock fucks me harder. I cum, wailing against his hand which is so tight over my mouth I'm afraid I may never breathe again. I push back hard against him as my legs tremble and I shudder with waves of unwasted tension and release. I collapse against the sink, breathing hard. We stand and I fix my hair, my makeup, my clothes. He watches me and kisses my neck when I'm recovered.
I imagine I'd be having a green curry with papaya salad for dinner. HA! Got the food in!
At sex camp, Girlfriend and I met a fantastic couple who we're both dying to fuck. I've had an incredibly long, drawn out fantasies regarding the he in this scenario more than once in the last few days. I don't really know his vibe yet, but I'm not looking to commit to a top/bottom fantasy at this point. I just want to fuck him, er, have him fuck me. He's absolutely gorgeous, and one of the nicest, most wholesome (comparatively, I mean, I met him at a sex camp), and genuinely nice people you're ever going to meet. And I want him to absolutely defile me. (And recently married. Congrats!) Also, I should mention that at the moment, I've got such a hard on for trans guys it's a little ridiculous.
We start at a party. I don't even realize he's there at first and I find a nice butch to cuddle up to. I'm straddling her lap, kissing her and making her look up at me to do so. Her hands are on my ass, gripping, pulling me into her while her mouth peaks upward to catch mine. I put my hand into her hair and pull her head back hard, making her whimper, to which I tell her to shut the fuck up. She nods, breathing faster, and I release her hair, letting her only kiss my neck, which she does furiously. This is when I look up and see him; watching me top her.
He doesn't say a word but we can't stop looking at each other. I start to feel my clit swell and I buck hard against her, feeling her fingers respond by gripping my ass harder. I watch his breathing change, getting a little deeper and I respond by reaching up and taking her throat in my hand, pushing her back a little and riding her crotch slowly. It's part fuck, part tease. I see his hand trail down to his cock, over his clothes, and not entirely within his control.
I look back down at her as her hands start to weaken and slap her face, telling her to pay attention, but i can tell she thinks something's up.
I turn back to her, kissing her mouth roughly and pulling her hair, I'm even more aggressive now that I think about him watching me top her. Any other time I'd be absolutely high from topping this fucking gorgeous butch but right now all I want is for him to come over and rip me off of her, pin me down and fuck me til I scream. But when I look back up for him, he's gone. Asshole!
Luckily this is one of those congeneal play parties that involve dinner and hanging out, so the next time I see him, I'm a seat or two down and across the table with him at a restaurant. I'm trying not to look at him too much. His wife's next to him and Girlfriend's next to me but we're both only half engaged in each conversation.
Out of the corner of my eye, I finally see him move. I catch his eyes and he nods to me very slightly, and then towards the bathroom. I smile and turn back to the conversation, nodding as I look away. I'm holding my breath as he gets up and walks towards the back. I wait for a moment or two, chest tight, already soaking wet, clit so swollen it feels like it's going to pop and I'm just going to flood with my own cum. I get up and the cold air of the restaurant hits under my skirt and makes my clit ache even more. I walk quickly back towards the bathroom and he's standing outside of one and grabs me, kissing first my mouth but then immediately my neck and shoulder, hands on my ass, mine going to his hair to pull his mouth closer, harder against me. I can feel his cock pushing into my stomach and I reach between us to grab it through his jeans. He arches against me and shoves me into the women's bathroom. The second the door is shut we're at it again, my ass against the sink, his hand pulling my hair back, his teeth grazing and then biting my throat so hard I know it's going to leave a mark that neither of us will be able to hide from.
He pulls up my skirt and my panties are soaked, my inner thighs wet. As he strokes me over the fabric I can feel him straining against me, ready to fuck me. I bend my left knee and pull it up, carling my back so he can see me, how wet I am already. He pulls down my panties and gets down on his knees, licking me immediately, harder than I anticipated. I didn't want to make noise but the second he does it my toes curl and I cry out. His tongue curls around my clit and teases it. Sucks it. Nibbles it. I am high from the feeling.
I beg him to fuck me as I arch forward. I whimper and plead with him but his mouth is still full of my pussy. Finally he gets up and pushes me back, pulling his cock out of his pants. I spread my legs and slams inside of me. My legs go around him as he starts to fuck me, pulling my hair, biting my neck, scratching and shoving me back against the sink. He is fucking me harder than I could have dreamed of, and my hand shoves between us to rub my clit hard and fast. As I start to whimper, barely cry out his hand goes over my mouth. I can't e trusted not to scream, it's probably better. Finally he pulls out and I hop off the sink, turning around and bending over. His fingers replace mne on my clit and he fucks me from behind, kicking my legs open to get deeper inside me. I start to whimper again and he grabs my hair, the fingers that were on my clit are now in my mouth, quietting me. I rub my clit feircely as I can feel my orgasm building fast. My clit is burning from the friction but I can't stop and work my fingers faster, as his cock fucks me harder. I cum, wailing against his hand which is so tight over my mouth I'm afraid I may never breathe again. I push back hard against him as my legs tremble and I shudder with waves of unwasted tension and release. I collapse against the sink, breathing hard. We stand and I fix my hair, my makeup, my clothes. He watches me and kisses my neck when I'm recovered.
I imagine I'd be having a green curry with papaya salad for dinner. HA! Got the food in!
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Purple Asses and Vegetables
So here's the situation: I don't bruise. I just came back from BDSM sex camp (or a sex conference, as I was corrected once) and everyone had these beautiful, beautiful deep purple and wine colored bruises all over their legs and asses. Well, at least all the subs were. And I, of course, have an ass that doesn't bruise. After 60 (because my girlfriend sucks at math and made me count by 3s, which means she didn't realize that I had hit 55 and instead we went to 60...) -hard- smacks with a paddle, after a tall, strong (gorgeous) 20-something guy spanked me until he had to double check with Girlfriend that it was ok, I have NOTHING to show for the effort.
To keep everyone abreast of things, I have just cut and salted some beautiful eggplant that I intend to saute with squash and peppers. I'm not sure what else I'm going to make with it, or why I would opt to eat dinner at 9pm when I've been home since 6:45 but this seems beside the point. Point: I have, until tonight, never made eggplant before.
Last night was the first serious commitment for Girlfriend and I for her to seriously beat my ass. We'd been topping and bottoming all day via text (we're so 21 century) and so she was going to work late and I was going to have a drink with a friend. I was instructed to be home at 10 and to enter, pour her a scotch and go up to the bedroom. Once there, I was to take off my pants and get on all fours on the bed facing the mirror. (There's a large mirror next to the bed.)
I -of course- fucked up. 10:01. It wasn't my fault, though, the bartender was taking forever to run my card and pay for drinks. (I literally told my friend to buy me a drink next time because I couldn't wait to sort out the credit card/cash situation.) But even though I practically ran, I was a minute late. I prayed that the oven clock was a minute or two faster than her laptop clock. I poured the scotch and ran my poor ass upstairs, peeled off my jeans and hopped onto the bed where she made me wait, driving me absolutely insane. It took her forever to come up stairs where I was blindfolded and berated for my tardiness, though both were absolutely expected and deserved.
This is when she started beating my ass. I've already spoiled the surprise, but it was the first time she had used a paddle, and I wasn't sure of what it was from the feel. While she does have a strong hand, it felt a bit bigger and hit harder. I had to count in 7s, then 2s, and then of course 3s where I received 10, and then 20, and then 30 licks with the paddle. I was absolutely trembling, my arms collapsing underneath me more than once. The pain was, to be trite, exquisite. The sting wasn't as intense as the crop or the cane that she uses, but it was a fantastic, powerful smack. (FYI, I actually prefer less sting, as it means I can go quite a bit longer.)
On a side note, it should have been 10, 20, 25, but for all Girlfriend's amazing qualities, apparently multiples of 3 is not a forte, as I reached 75 and she had me keep counting. It wasn't until I pointed it out later that night that she realized.
After 60, though, I was barely able to stay up. Pain radiated from my ass to the backs of my thighs, up my back. It felt numb and burned at the same time; my body tingled. I couldn't even focus on my clit as I couldn't get beyond the fact of my own pain and how absolutely complex it felt. This was when Girlfriend called for a break, pulling off the blindfold and letting me collapse in the fetal position and I couldn't help but start to cry. Never having made me cry, this was too much for her and she called it a night. Yup! I make my tops safeword!
The most interesting part about it was that I was soaking wet. I hadn't been thinking about my own wetness or pleasure the way I usually do... all the time. My head was solely focussed on the pain. It wasn't until I put my hand between my legs that I realized how dripping wet I actually was. Once we regrouped she verbally degraded me while making me fuck myself for her entertainment. Absolutely wonderful orgasm, though I told her that I would have cum harder had her fingers been inside me as well. But you live and learn!
I sported the most intense welt I've ever seen, bright red and horribly swollen. A full day later it still aches to sit on the right side of my ass. BUT. No bruise. We now have a very clear goal: purple.
Will keep you updated on progress of bruises; eggplant.
To keep everyone abreast of things, I have just cut and salted some beautiful eggplant that I intend to saute with squash and peppers. I'm not sure what else I'm going to make with it, or why I would opt to eat dinner at 9pm when I've been home since 6:45 but this seems beside the point. Point: I have, until tonight, never made eggplant before.
Last night was the first serious commitment for Girlfriend and I for her to seriously beat my ass. We'd been topping and bottoming all day via text (we're so 21 century) and so she was going to work late and I was going to have a drink with a friend. I was instructed to be home at 10 and to enter, pour her a scotch and go up to the bedroom. Once there, I was to take off my pants and get on all fours on the bed facing the mirror. (There's a large mirror next to the bed.)
I -of course- fucked up. 10:01. It wasn't my fault, though, the bartender was taking forever to run my card and pay for drinks. (I literally told my friend to buy me a drink next time because I couldn't wait to sort out the credit card/cash situation.) But even though I practically ran, I was a minute late. I prayed that the oven clock was a minute or two faster than her laptop clock. I poured the scotch and ran my poor ass upstairs, peeled off my jeans and hopped onto the bed where she made me wait, driving me absolutely insane. It took her forever to come up stairs where I was blindfolded and berated for my tardiness, though both were absolutely expected and deserved.
This is when she started beating my ass. I've already spoiled the surprise, but it was the first time she had used a paddle, and I wasn't sure of what it was from the feel. While she does have a strong hand, it felt a bit bigger and hit harder. I had to count in 7s, then 2s, and then of course 3s where I received 10, and then 20, and then 30 licks with the paddle. I was absolutely trembling, my arms collapsing underneath me more than once. The pain was, to be trite, exquisite. The sting wasn't as intense as the crop or the cane that she uses, but it was a fantastic, powerful smack. (FYI, I actually prefer less sting, as it means I can go quite a bit longer.)
On a side note, it should have been 10, 20, 25, but for all Girlfriend's amazing qualities, apparently multiples of 3 is not a forte, as I reached 75 and she had me keep counting. It wasn't until I pointed it out later that night that she realized.
After 60, though, I was barely able to stay up. Pain radiated from my ass to the backs of my thighs, up my back. It felt numb and burned at the same time; my body tingled. I couldn't even focus on my clit as I couldn't get beyond the fact of my own pain and how absolutely complex it felt. This was when Girlfriend called for a break, pulling off the blindfold and letting me collapse in the fetal position and I couldn't help but start to cry. Never having made me cry, this was too much for her and she called it a night. Yup! I make my tops safeword!
The most interesting part about it was that I was soaking wet. I hadn't been thinking about my own wetness or pleasure the way I usually do... all the time. My head was solely focussed on the pain. It wasn't until I put my hand between my legs that I realized how dripping wet I actually was. Once we regrouped she verbally degraded me while making me fuck myself for her entertainment. Absolutely wonderful orgasm, though I told her that I would have cum harder had her fingers been inside me as well. But you live and learn!
I sported the most intense welt I've ever seen, bright red and horribly swollen. A full day later it still aches to sit on the right side of my ass. BUT. No bruise. We now have a very clear goal: purple.
Will keep you updated on progress of bruises; eggplant.
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