Seraglio's Divan

A letter

2006-02-19T20:18:00.000-08:00

I'm not dead. Here's a letter I wrote a loved one a while back.

He liked it.

Here's what I was thinking about today after I got
home...

I'm standing on a balcony, leaning on the railing and
looking out over the city. I know you're behind me
before you touch me, before your hand smooths my hair.

I don't turn around.

Your arms come around me from behind, and I feel your
mouth on my neck. You bite me and I shiver, you kiss
down to my shoulder and I get goosebumps. Your hands
come up to my breasts, and you run your palms lightly
over my nipples before pinching them through my
clothes. I arch my back, and I can feel you pressed
against me. You're hard. I like that.

I reach behind me and run my fingertips over your
cock. (Sorry, can't think of it as a "trick" for some
reason, maybe I should call it a whang? Piece?
Hoo-hoo-dilly?) Whatever the fuck it is, it's hard and
I'm touching it.

You push my skirt up slightly with your right hand and
stroke my pussy from behind. I'm wet, but you knew
that. You flick my clit ring slightly, dip a finger
inside me, come back and circle my clit.

I pop the button on your pants one-handed, unzip them,
and they drop to your knees. I fish you out of your
boxers. You're slick, but I knew that. I use two
fingers to spread pre-come down the head, then stroke
you lightly in little circles. Just those two fingers
on the sensitive spots.

Your touch on my clit gets rougher. You're sliding a
finger into me every other stroke. I'm moving my
hips, making little noises. It's really, really good.
Can't be too loud, someone might hear me. If anyone
happened to look up, they'd see us. Still, it's hard
to be quiet. I'm jacking your cock slowly but firmly
now. Not too hard. I hear you gasp, and I squirm hard
against your hand. Then I let go.

I don't turn around, but I say "I need you to
fuck me!" My voice is quiet but very intense. Your
hand leaves my pussy, and I hear the crinkle of a
condom wrapper over the sound of the traffic below. I
bring my slick fingers around to my own clit.

I feel your cock nudging against me, and I arch my
back again to give you better access. You push in
slowly, and I groan. I can't help it. You pull out as
slowly as you entered, and when you start to move
forward again I come back to meet you. My fingers are
working my clit, and I'm massaging myself slowly back
and forth on your cock, and it feels so fucking
intense, and I can hear your breathing speeding up,
and I'm building up, I can feel it, and then you say
"Oh, fuck!" and I come.

I come hard, with a gasp, squeezing your cock and
gushing all over the place. It's so fucking good, SO
fucking GOOD, but I've got to be quiet, and then I
hear you saying something under your breath, and then
I feel you coming. You shudder hard against my back,
and I feel you twitch and throb inside me, and I'm
coming again, one of those little aftershock ones that
I never expect.

When I get my breathing back under control, I realize
that I'm standing in a puddle and you've got your
pants around your ankles and we look like dorks. But
well-fucked dorks.

And that's just *one* of the things I think about
doing with you. See you tomorrow!

...sigh

2006-02-06T10:06:00.000-08:00

Okay, okay.

I took a break and thought about things in a little more depth. Aside from all the other people finding the damn blog, Thoth also read it... and was a little upset. The man who never gets jealous got moderately jealous and bummed out.

This sucked. For him, because he was unhappy; and for me, because I made him unhappy. Ugh.

However, he's decided not to read the wretched thing, since he doesn't like his reaction to it.
Remarkably enlightened? Yeah, that's Thoth.

So what the hell. Back into the fray, now that everyone's forgotten about me! I have a lot to report. New toys have been bought - I got a Rock Chick for Xmas, Thoth got an Aneros - and I went to a SF con and attended a bunch of DIY kink panels, where I learned many new and interesting things. Clothes pins and glue sticks, yeah! My next visit to Home Despot will be fruitful.

I'm also going to join a porn-oriented version of Netflix, selected for its high hentai content. Woooo! Lots of tentacles and shrill shrieking!

And, as ever, there will be the porn. And the buttsex, without which there would have been no notice of this blog whatsoever. NOW WITH MORE ASS IN EVERY BITE!

More about water

2005-12-19T20:51:00.000-08:00

It's cold here, and there is a hot tub.

Alas, there's nobody around to take advantage of it with me. Or take advantage of me. Or... you get the drift.

Hot tubs, while very sensual, aren't really conducive to fucking. Well, not for me, anyway. The heat gives me headaches before long. Although once, years ago, there was an incident with a couple of friends...

It was a private hot tub, and therefore not quite so... well, hot. The three of us soaked a while, watching the steam rise into the cool night air and talking about our mutual attractions. Since all three of us were arrant libertines, we ended up stripping and making out. He was into both of us, she was into both of us, I was mostly into him and pretty soon he was deeply into her as she reclined in my arms and I tugged at her nipples and nibbled her neck. For a masochist, she really couldn't handle much biting, so I was all girly and gentle as he thumped hard into her, sloshing water over the sides of the tub.

He reached past me and slid a couple of fingers inside me, which was fine for a little while until the water washed all my natural lube away. He concentrated on fucking her - well - until she came with a shriek, then he rinsed himself clean in the water and presented himself for a blowjob. I eyed him jadedly, but came through despite myself and brought him quickly to a roaring finish as she caressed his balls and kissed him sweetly.

Swimming pools in the pouring rain on a hotel rooftop... check. (And rowr.) The ocean, both at night under a clear full moon (with sharks) and during broad daylight in full view of a couple of surfing teenagers... check. (Salt = owie.) Many, many showers. Very few bathtubs, as I am not a midget contortionist. I just love sex in and around water! Nothing against pee fetishists, but they've given water sports a bad name.

Still... I wish there was someone to frolic in the hot tub with me. Stupid holidays.

The other water sport

2005-12-13T09:03:00.000-08:00

In a houseful of people, there is nowhere private to masturbate.

J's in the bedroom, the office door doesn't close, and people are apt to wander through the living room at all hours. The garage isn't exactly conducive to flicking the bean either.

This leaves the bathroom, refuge of teenage boys everywhere. Happily, it also holds one of my favorite toys ever - the bathtub! Shower massagers be damned, the bathtub faucet has been a longtime companion and remains a favorite.

You may be trying to picture this and coming up with god-awful mental images. Allow me to set the scene, undignified as it might be.

I fiddle with the tap until I get the best water pressure and temperature, then get into the tub and slide down until the water hits my clit. My legs end up extended up the wall of the bathtub enclosure, and I have to keep one hand pressed against the back of the tub to hold me in place. It looks stupid but is the fastest, most reliable orgasm I've ever found. I can go and go and go until my head explodes this way. I can vary the pressure and temperature for various effects, I can wriggle my pussy around so that the water hits various parts of me, I have a free hand for my nipples, and hey - I end up squeaky clean! There's no downside.

Various boyfriends have wanted to see this in action, but it's one of the few sexual things I'm shy about... mainly because it just looks so goofy.

I've tried the shower massager thing - nah, not so great for me. But the bathtub faucet works every time.

Okay!

2005-12-08T10:30:00.000-08:00

All right.

Now that every ex I've ever had is reading this goddamned thing (that's what I get for dating exclusively within the sex-positive techie pool), I've decided to go on with it anyway. My main dilemma is whether to keep it here or move it to my domain, since everyone knows it's me now anyway.

I don't want to let all those grabby little eyes stop me from doing something I enjoy. As Dacia said, it's their choice to read, and their choice to get pissy about what they've read. And at least, unlike her, my parents aren't reading this. *cringe* thank god they're Luddites.

However, a little clarification first.

I feel constrained for three reasons:

1) If people that know me read this, they can determine who I am talking about. I am uncomfortable discussing the sexual tastes of my partners in front of people who know them. Ex A does not need to know that Ex B likes it in the ass, any more than Ex B needs to know that Ex A finds balloon animals sexy.

2) Some of this stuff is lightly fictionalized. I may combine my experiences with the experiences of a close friend, or mix elements of two encounters, or just extrapolate on what could have happened in a given situation. What I don't need is people e-mailing and calling to ask "Was that Bob? Cause I suspected you'd fucked him. I bet it was Bob, right? Blah blah blah stupidcakes!" This is not 20 Questions.

3) If I write about something theoretical, I don't need people taking it as a statement of intent. If I say that I feel a certain sexual philanthropy toward a male virgin of my acquaintance, that does NOT mean I am going to immediately throw myself at him pussy-first the next time I see him.

So if I can't write about current sexual activites or theoretical sexual activities, where does this leave me?

With a pretty lame sex blog, that's where.

I need to determine just how I am going to work around these issues. I enjoyed being able to write freely and openly while it lasted. Now the challenge will be finding a way to enjoy this in its new parameters.

Porn tomorrow, I promise. Yanked from my jaded youth, so that NOBODY can invoke wangst.

Exposed

2005-12-05T13:12:00.000-08:00

So...

I started this blog to freely talk about my sexual experiences and those of my inner circle of friends with the absolute freedom of total anonymity. I didn't want to be constrained by the idea that people I know - and may mention in the blog - are reading and potentially getting their knickers in a knot. "You mentioned me!" "You didn't mention me!" "You didn't tell them about my six-inch-long tongue and shillelagh-like cock!" "I never said Eeaagh! Ooh! Fuck!, I said Fuck! Oooh! Yeah! and I can't believe you don't remember!" "You had sex with Hestia in 1997?"

Yeeeeeah. I was hoping to avoid all that. I wanted to expose myself without drama.

Alas, that was not to be. I got Fleshbotted - twice. And while I am pleased to no end that my writing attracted that sort of attention, it also came with complications.

Two people who I know in real life have found the damn blog. I strongly suspect that two or three others are lurking in the audience. Only had the thing for three months, jesus. My "voice", it seems, is distinctive enough that I'm easily recognized even under a thick layer of pseudonyms and fictionalization.

This... makes me uncomfortable.

On the one hand I am unashamed of what I'm writing about. On the other, I'm seriously disconcerted by the feeling that people are combing through my writing looking for something to get whiny about.

So. Unhappy with exposure, what do I do? Delete the bastard and start over? Water down the content? Just post the fiction and save the real encounters for some other Extra S00per Sekrit blog (and make it suck so nobody pays any attention)? Give up and keep my sordid tales to myself forever?

I dislike my options here.

I will ponder some more and let you know what I decide.

Cripes!

2005-12-02T09:12:00.000-08:00

I've been Fleshbotted again!

Thank you, Viviane (of Viviane's Sex Carnival!

I am noting a theme, though. I'm considering changing the name of the blog to "Seraglio's Happy Time Bum Fun Pegging Anal Extravaganza of Buttsex (now with more ass!)"

What do you think, does it have a ring to it?

ASS ASS ASS ASS ASS ASS ASS! Whee!

I feel like I should have ads for Sphincterine or something.

Chocolate

2005-12-01T17:05:00.000-08:00

I woke up with Thoth's hands stroking along my side, over and over, from my thigh to my shoulder, curling around my breast and then down my belly to brush across my pubic mound.

It was slow and smooth and gentle, and he was mostly asleep.

He's a sleepwalker; the line between realstate and dreamstate is frequently blurred. Lately there's been a theme - he dreams that the woman beside him is a website, or a piece of complicated luggage, and he fiddles with her body accordingly. All while mostly asleep. During our holiday travels he spent half the night feeling up our friend Hestia, thinking she was a Java program.

We'd had sex before falling asleep, nothing exotic. We have fabulous sex, generally, without much effort... and also without encore, usually. Men in their 30s aren't much with the repeated orgasms, as far as I've noticed.

So I was quite surprised to find him fondling me, leaning in to sniff at my shoulder, my hair, his hands running over and over me like water. I was pretty much half-asleep myself, so I was totally passive under his touch. He ran his open palms over my nipples, like I do when I touch them myself, and they hardened. He cupped my mound, pressing the heel of his hand lightly against my clit, and I sighed with sleepy pleasure. His hands never stopped moving on my skin, and he buried his face in my neck and hair and breathed in deeply.

I drifted in and out of consciousness repeatedly as he touched me, full of a slow sensual heat like spicy honey, too sleepy to react strongly.

I came to a bit more when he stopped touching me and realized that he was masturbating. This woke me up enough to turn over and cup my hand under his balls, whispering I'm sorry... I fell back asleep. He wrapped an arm around me and put his face between my breasts, moaning quietly and rubbing the head of his cock against me as he stroked it. I rubbed my lips against the top of his head and curled against him, pressing my fingers against his prostate from the outside through his perineum. His legs tensed, relaxed, tensed, relaxed, and then he came in a series of shudders and gasps, the come trapped between our bodies.

We stayed there, his head on my chest and our arms around each other, until he started to snore. I fumbled around with my free arm until I located one of the sex towels we keep by the bed, sponged him off, and passed back out.

In the morning he told me that he'd been dreaming that I was made of dark chocolate.

I'm really okay with that.

Make-Up Sex

2005-11-29T14:45:00.000-08:00

I almost never fight with Thoth, so we almost never have make-up sex.

This past holiday weekend, however... sucked. We did get to the make-up sex point briefly on Monday, though, after a lot of getting all girly and discussing our feeeeeeelings all fucking morning. During a break in the conversation, our eyes met and suddenly I was straddling his lap with my teeth fastened in his shoulder and his hands squeezing my asscheeks. I got my top off so fast I ripped it as he clawed at his zipper, then he shoved my panties aside and began stroking my clit quick and light, dipping his fingers just inside my pussy until I was thoroughly wet and squirming. I gnawed on every bit of skin I could reach and kissed him with total abandon, nipping his lower lip and whispering into his ear. oh yeah oh oh yeah that's right just like that oh yeah fuck!

When I was absolutely worked up he sloooowly slid a finger into me and began thrusting it in and out of my pussy, pressing hard against my g-spot, hard and slow and deep and shallow until I came all over his lap in a sudden gush, moaning into his mouth. He settled the head of his cock against my clit and kept going, making me rub myself against him until I shuddered and came again, drenching his hand and his cock and his thighs. He tipped me backward slightly, sucking and biting my nipples as I writhed in his lap, still not stopping the slow motion of his fingers in my pussy until I was struggling to get his cock inside me where I needed it so badly.

As soon as he took his fingers away I jammed myself down on his cock, clutching his head to my tits and grinding myself down onto him hard until I came again. I pushed him flat onto his back and moved up his body until just the head of his cock was inside me. I made shallow little movements with my hips, squeezing and nipping the head of his cock with my muscles, just working the head with my pussy until he was groaning and thrashing his head from side to side. As he got closer to coming I moved slower and slower, squeezing and rippling my PC muscles harder and faster as I fucked him slower... and slower... still just the head... until he grabbed my hips and jammed me all the way down onto his cock and came with a roar, so hard I could feel him pulse inside me even through the condom.

We lay there panting for a while, and I moved my head onto his chest and everything was okay for a little while.

A Quickie

2005-11-17T16:58:00.000-08:00

Not a lot of time today. But I thought I'd remind you all that it's really not all about the buttplay. :)

I've been invited to an orgy in Vegas next month. I'm kind of excited, cause I've really never been to an orgy before and it's in freakin' Vegas. I mean, dude. Doubleplusgood.

I'm also visiting the Northeast for Thanksgiving with Thoth's Mom. Boring? Probably. But we are staying with friends who are very much group-sex enthusiasts, and with whom we've had a few friendly fuckfests in the past.

I like variety.

One thing I've noticed is that other women's pussies smell more strongly than mine. They don't stink or anything, they just smell strongly of pussy. I don't. I've been compared to fresh lettuce or parsley. Weird.

I mention this because sex with women always makes me more conscious of differences in physiology. There's always a tiny part of my mind devoted to the fuck as an anthropological study. This is again because I'm weird.

Men assure me that they love the smell of pussy. This makes me feel like I don't smell enough - because even your humble author is insecure about this shit - but they also assure me that I smell fine too.

So I wonder, is it just proximity to an aroused twat that they like, and smell or lack thereof is irrelevant? I mean, how strong does a woman have to smell before it becomes an issue?

Totally just noodling here. More pr0n next update. And hopefully a shitload of group-sex tales next weekend!

Butts aren't scary

2005-11-16T00:03:00.000-08:00

Ah, fingers: the best sex toy ever.

I love fingers. I like fingers that tweak and stroke my nipples, fingers that slide inside me or massage my clit, fingers that pound my pussy or delicately tease my ass. I like to hold a hand and run one fingertip lightly over my lips before taking it into my mouth and sucking it. I like the taste of fingers.

I like slipping my fingers into a man's ass to press against his prostate. I like curling them around a cock, or brushing them back and forth over nipples, or wrapping them around the back of someone's head to pull them into me. I like sliding them into hair and tugging firmly.

The nicest thing about men my age is that they are less scared of ass play. Most of my lovers freely admit that they enjoy it. This makes me happy, since I love to add that particular spice to sex.

Unfortunately some women don't share this interest, and some asses get neglected. This is sad. As a friend of mine recently complained "I hate it when she plays with my balls and ignores my ass!" I offered some suggestions - finger cots or gloves, a toy, whatever - but knowing the woman in question I suspect she just thinks it's icky. His hygiene is decent from what I've seen, but it's been ten years since I saw his asshole - perhaps he needs a Wet One. :)

Butts are not scary, ladies. Jeez.

In an encounter a while back, I arrived at a friend's doorstep with a vibrating plug and a grin. His eyes went wide and limpid as I flung the door wide and brandished my prize.

I advanced toward him, backing him toward the couch until he sat with a thump. Get naked! I chirped, it's time for the fucking!

I yanked my shirt off over my head and fished a pillow of lube out of my bag at the same time. He was busily stripping, his eyes fixed on the plug. It was fairly small, purple, and sparkly.

I dropped my skirt to my feet and stood naked, kicking my shoes off into the dining room, still grinning. He was also grinning, but where my smirk was gleeful his was nervous.

I set the plug on the coffee table and pulled a rubber glove on. I arranged him like a rag doll, and he was happy to let me - pillow under his hips, one leg along the top of the futon, the other on the floor. He silently relaxed under my hands, cock twitching.

I poured lube onto my glove. (I use gloves because they keep my fingernails from harming tender buttmeats; plus hey, easier cleanup.) I drizzled a little down his ass-crack and started to work it in with my fingers, slowly, massaging his asshole in firm circular motions. He began to squirm and breathe heavily; his cock started to leak. Excellent.

I began to dip my fingers into him, just a little further each time, vibrating my fingers against the pressure of the muscles. He went silent, but his cock leaked more and twitched violently. I leaned up and bit his nipples as my fingertips found his prostate. He bucked, his thighs trembling.

I licked the underside of his cock in long wet swipes as I stroked his prostate. His hips made wild jerking motions and his ass started to tighten around me. I spread the two fingers in his ass, widening him, and he shivered, tensing.

I took my fingers out and picked up the plug, smearing lube all over it. I pressed it against his asshole, watching it disappear slowly into him, accompanied by soft groans and cries as I pressed the thumb of my free hand against the head of his cock, slicking him with pre-come.

I settled the plug into him to the base, then turned it on. Ah! Ah! Aaah! Eeeh! Fuck! he began to whimper quietly. I stripped my glove off and quickly rolled a condom onto him, then rearranged him so that he was sitting on the futon with his legs apart.

I straddled him, facing away, and impaled myself on him quickly, knowing he wasn't going to last long. I could feel the vibrations, very faintly, in his cock. He grabbed my hips desperately and I leaned forward, grinding myself onto him. I reached down with one hand, found the base of the plug, and began to press - and release. Press - and release. Keeping rhythm with each slow hard circulation of my pussy on his cock.

Soon he was bucking again, and I brought my other hand to my clit to keep up. I pressed hard against the base of the plug, feeling the buzz, and pushed it hard. PRESSPRESSPRESSPRESS and that was all it took, his hips lifting off the futon, hearing him squeak and feeling him swelling inside me as he came - tipped me over the edge, of course, and I came too, flooding the couch and nearly falling face-first onto the floor. He almost shot the plug across the room with his muscle contractions.

I slid off him happily, and he collapsed sideways onto the couch, cock deflating. I sat on the floor beside him and beamed at him.

Ungh, he muttered.

I snickered. High praise indeed.

His eyes closed and he was immediately asleep. I cleaned up, took my toys and tiptoed out, satisfied... for the moment.

Hiatus

2005-11-09T00:20:00.000-08:00

Well, that was quite a long break. Natural disasters are such fun. *rolls eyes*

Now that I have power and DSL back, there will be regular updating as planned. Barring, of course, any further wrath of God.

So, the sex.

I spent several days in Orlando, and Shardik came down to visit me, which meant there was lots of hotel-room fucking. We didn't break the headboard this time, which I think may be a first in our year-and-a-half relationship. They make those hotel-room headboards so flimsy!

Shardik has a passion for me that is unmatched by any other lover I've ever had, including Thoth. Thoth loves women's bodies - all women's bodies. He's had tiny little delicate bird-boned lovers and 300lb earth mama lovers. He just loves women. I am a woman, so he loves my body.

Shardik, on the other hand... he loves my body, mine in specific. Not because of what it can do for him or because it matches some ideal he has, but because it is mine. And he's hungry for me, all the time, like you wouldn't believe.

This trip we didn't indulge his submissive streak. There were no spankings or bondage, just straight-up fairly-vanilla snarling feral sex, and if you think that sounds boring then clearly you weren't there. Biting and growling and thrashing, swapping his cock in my pussy for his cock in my mouth as he jams two fingers into me as hard and fast as he can, throwing him over onto his back and impaling myself on him as he bites my nipples, coming in a hot gush all over his balls as he screams and bucks underneath me, my orgasm triggering his. Collapsing next to him only to have him slide his fingers back into my tired pussy, one hand under my ass holding my hips in the air as I wail and grind and squeeze my way into another explosive orgasm I didn't think I had in me. He tries to keep going but aaugh, stop, we'll break my twat and I'd like to do this again before you leave.

When he tries too hard to keep from coming he starts to go soft, and I curl around to suck him into my mouth and swirl his soft cock with my tongue. He goes crazy when I do that - I guess it feels incredible even though he's not really hard. Then he gets hard right before he comes. I love that.

Every time I suck his cock he lies there afterward, blissed out, melting into the sheets and telling me dreamily that his body doesn't weigh anything, he's lighter than air with electricity flickering down his bones.

I miss that man.

Apologies

2005-10-28T10:46:00.000-07:00

Sorry about my lack of updates!

I was directly hit (well, the house was) by Hurricane Wilma, so I've had no power and have been really busy doing non-sex things like trying to buy gas and find water and figure out how to make something edible out of one can of cold chicken noodle soup and a handful of stale Cheez-Its.

Doesn't make for hot blogging. Or a hot meal.

Although I will mention that I made a concerted effort to have Hot Hurricane Sex, but when shutters started flying off in the middle of things it scared the bejesus out of me. I shrieked and flung myself off of Thoth, who shrieked also. Then we had to run outside in the middle of the hurricane and put the damn shutters back up. And then I didn't feel like having sex for a few days.

But things are slowly starting to return to normal - as normal as they ever are - and I'm heading to Orlando on Monday for a visit with Shardik, so there will be plenty of fucking for me to relate to you, my tens of loyal readers. heh.

I am Not a Nice Person

2005-10-21T11:43:00.000-07:00

I was getting ready to go out the other night when Thoth wandered into the bedroom. I was wearing only a bra and a skirt, and he said Hey, you look nice as he passed me.

I eyed him speculatively as he puttered around. He glanced at me, feeling my stare, then continued to putter.

I went over to him and hooked my fingers into his belt loop. C'mere.

Okay, he said. I led him to the bed and pushed him onto his back, then crawled astride him and pulled down his zipper with my teeth. He looked down at me, grinned, and tucked a pillow behind his head so he could watch me. I flicked the button of his shorts open and tugged them off, throwing them over my shoulder, then leaned down and bit him on the thigh. He squirmed.

I snagged a few items from the toybox beside the bed, sliding down his body to rest between his knees. I leaned forward and licked his balls delicately. Eeh, that tickles, he complained. I ignored him and licked my way up the shaft of his cock, flicking the foreskin back and forth when I got to the head.

Thoth's not the biggest fan of blowjobs. (Yes, there are plenty of men who aren't, but he's the first I haven't immediately converted.) But since I love to give them, I insist on a regular basis. It's not that he doesn't like them, per se, it's that he'd rather do other things.

Oh, the poor man, you cry, forced to submit to blowjobs! Such abuse! His life is so hard!

Anyway. I rolled the head of his cock on my tongue, pushing the foreskin back as I snapped a rubber glove onto one hand and drizzled it with lube. I squeezed more lube down the crack of his ass, then massaged it into his asshole, slowly working a finger into him as I sucked his cock. He groaned and writhed. I leaned heavily on his thigh and brought my other hand up to circle the base of his cock, stroking it as I sucked, curling my finger against his prostate and teasing it.

Within a few moments he was tensing up, panting and squirming. Jesus, I'm going to come already! Aagh! Wait! Ah... AH...

I sucked his cock hard and rhythmic, my hand keeping time, and vibrated my fingertip against his prostate, and he came like a volcano straight down the back of my throat, his ass convulsing around my finger as I pressed it firmly forward. His legs thrashed and almost knocked me off the bed.

I waited until he was done and lying limply across the bed, breathing heavily. Then I withdrew my finger, peeled off the glove, dropped it in the trash and continued getting dressed.

Dude. I wanted that to last longer, he complained.

Yeah, but I said I'd be there at nine, I countered.

I'm a bad, bad woman.

That's more like it

2005-10-19T17:49:00.000-07:00

I got back from California over the weekend.

It was a short trip, only ten days, but apparently Thoth missed me.

I hadn't even put my suitcase down when he wrapped his arms around me from behind and started gnawing on my neck and slipping a hand into my shirt. It was like being mauled by an amorous Kodiak bear. A stubbly Kodiak bear.

I squirmed. Dude, I'm jetlagged. I need to brush my teeth. Give me five minutes.

He ignored me thoroughly, pulling my shirt over my head and cupping my breasts in his big hands, rubbing my nipples roughly through my bra.

Of course, I could be convinced...

I unbuttoned my jeans and he slid them down my hips. I kicked them aside (sorry, cat) and leaned back into him. He popped the front closure of my bra with easy skill and pushed me back onto the bed, stripping as he leaned over me and slid a hand into my panties. I wrapped my legs around him and used them to haul him onto the bed on top of me, his hand still wedged into my panties, flat against my pussy.

He began to suck and nibble the nearest nipple. I tried to reach for his cock, but the position blocked my access. He flicked one finger of his trapped hand against my clit, but I wasn't entirely wet yet and it was too much.

He rolled onto his side next to me. He's a lefty and loves to work on me with his dominant hand, so this is a fairly familiar position for us. I curled my fingers around his cock, but he pulled away and crouched between my legs, parting my pussy lips a little and grinning down at it.

He bent forward and licked me firmly a few times before sliding a finger into me. Now I was wet. He slicked my wetness all over my clit, then settled back beside me and jammed two fingers slowly into my pussy, kissing me hard while he did it. I seized his cock again, but I wasn't able to pay much attention to it. I was way too absorbed in the feeling of his fingers curling against my G spot. I dropped my hand to my clit and begain strumming it frantically, and within a minute I was coming for the first time in a week, moaning into his mouth as he kissed the orgasm out of me.

Neither of us let up the pace. I kept working my clit and he kept fucking me with his fingers. I stroked his cock whenever I could concentrate, which wasn't much. He didn't need much, though, pressing himself against me as I writhed around. I came again, and then again, little orgasms on the way to the Big One, panting and gasping, squeezing his fingers. I'd lost my grip on his cock, but he didn't seem to care as he made me come again and again, rubbing his cock against my stomach where sweat and my come had made my skin slick.

Without removing his fingers, he swung around and got on his knees between my legs so he could see what was going on down there. He always looks like he just got a really good birthday present when I come while he's watching that way. His cock twitched and he moved closer so that he could press it against my inner thigh. I raked my nipples with my nails, feeling the orgasm coming, all the sensation building from my knees to my tits and moving down, gathering in my pelvis, rushing together, and he was moving his fingers slowly against my G spot and I was rubbing my clit like I was trying to start a fire, and then I came, a big one, and I could feel myself gushing and hear myself yowling for what seemed like ten minutes.

Wow. I missed him too.

When I came back to myself a little he was grinning at me. Holy shit, I said weakly, is that all me? There were splashes of liquid on his chest and belly - too clear for semen.

All you. That was the coolest thing ever. Daaaamn.

I was amazed. I've never done that pornstar fire hose thing before. Jesus.

While I was still amazed at my own volume, he slid forward and slipped his entire cock into me with no resistance. Unnnhh, I said. He closed his eyes and fucked me very slowly for a few strokes, then came with a heartfelt groan. I was too drained to do much more than whimper.

He dabbed me tenderly with a towel, covered me with a sheet and let me pass out quietly. Glad you're back, he said as he kissed my forehead and went to take a shower.

Well, another shower. heh.

It's nice to be missed!

For Science!

2005-10-18T13:06:00.000-07:00

I haven't got much time today, so I'd like to offer a link as a follow-up to my previous post.

I stumbled across Erection Photos a while ago. Despite the name, this is not really about erections. It's an incredibly useful, fairly objective collection of pictures of penises, both hard and soft. The typical entry offers side-by-side pictures of a penis in erect and soft states, stats on both the measurements of the penis in question and the man it's attached to, and comments on anything of note. There's a lot of resources available on that page, including a number of articles and discussions about penii and the psychological/social issues men have about them, but what i think is most important is that it's a place men can go privately to answer any questions they might have, or allay any fears or concerns.

There aren't a lot of ways someone can determine whether their genitals are "normal" without asking a medical professional - which doesn't answer many of the questions people have, like "does it look weird?" or "Is it too small/big/wrinkly?". Porn's a crappy indicator, and many people may feel weird about staring at random crotches in the locker room.

It's good to know that there is somewhere that can deliver a nice scientific dose of perspective. The Hot Perspective Injection, if you will.

Quick question

2005-10-17T11:56:00.001-07:00

Can anyone advise me on how to put a site meter on this thing? I have no earthly idea what I'm doing and I'm new to Blogger.

Thanks...

Size Matters; or, Matters of Size

2005-10-17T11:56:00.000-07:00

I've seen a lot of cocks.

Big ones, small ones, cut, uncut - I have to stop, I'm reminding myself of the Cheech Marin "hairy pussy, scary pussy, dog pussy, chicken pussy" scene from From Dusk Till Dawn, a movie I ruined for all my male friends by screaming with horror when QT drinks the tequila off Salma Hayek's foot. I mean, she's been walking around barefoot in a Mexican whorehouse, for chrissakes! Shit, I digress again - anyway, dick is dick.

The owners of the smaller half of the "Cocks Seraglio's Seen" subset have all been deeply paranoid about their penis size. They wax self-deprecating; Oh, this little thing? You're just moaning like that to make me feel better about it... Or they project; I bet you wish this was bigger. They do all the things men with penile insecurities do. You may even be one of these guys.

Well, there is plenty of evidence that size does not, in fact, matter all that much. But just like any other insecurity, that doesn't matter one damn bit.

Still, I have a few thoughts on the matter. And the usual filthy pornographic anecdote, yay!

Big cocks are nice, yes. Small cocks are also nice. Both have their pros and cons, and a clever person can make the most of whatever they've got (or are presented with). I'm not a package-checker; if it's reasonably hard and scrupulously clean it's ideal!

Big cocks are the media's darlings. They have porn genres and they get all the press. Reading CraigsList's Casual Encounters section you'd think every man out there was sporting an anaconda in his pants. I like them too - being filled up is very nice indeed, and they're pretty cool to look at. But big cocks have a number of drawbacks too. A few of my personal complaints:

- I can't go down on them very long or my jaw hurts. Also, no room to move my tongue if they're thick. I can deep-throat long ones, but not very much or my eyes start to water, which is deeply unappealing.

- Big cocks rarely get anal access. Eek!

- The following plaintive howl - Aaaagh! Stop squeezing! You're crushing my dick! Sorry, Trigger, but I have a fairly tight pussy and I do a lot of Kegels. You make me come with that thing, you deal with the consequences.

- Big cocks frequently give their wielders the idea that they are somehow exempt from foreplay and finesse. The sheer size of their spam javelin should be sufficient to reduce women to slavering fuck-demons, and its simple insertion should induce multiple orgasms. I need say no more.

- I can take a big cock. I can enjoy it for a while. But then... I get sore. No more pussy for you, Trigger! And for a day or so afterward, if not longer!

Now, small cocks? Once you get past the insecurity issues, small cocks are great! I have had a lot of fun with the smaller cocks of my acquaintance. A few highlights:

- I can go down on them forever, and with a lot more freedom to be inventive. Deep-throating is actually fun with small cocks.

- I can fuck all night and all day if he's up for it. I'm not a fan of endless nightmare Kabuki sex, but repeat performances over twelve hours or so are definitely my speed.

- Small cocks are fun for anal as well.

- And they like it when I squeeze while coming. Or while not coming. Or, you know, whenever.

There should be small-dick porn movies. I know there are a few small-dick-oriented porn sites out there, so why not a small-dick genre? I asked Blowfish if there was a line of movies I didn't know about, figuring they'd seen more porn films than I have. They said "We haven't seen any, but that's a really good idea!"

The biggest cock I've ever met was Kong. He is attached to the nicest guy ever, Niob. Thick and long, Kong is a fucking monster as well as a challenge, like Everest. A challeneg, I might add, that I was eager to accept.

Niob made me come very nicely, with hands and mouth, taking dirty the entire time. I waited until I'd come three times, then pushed him over onto his back and becondomed him. I slicked him with a handful of lube, threw a leg over him, and began to lower my pussy onto the tip of his cock.

Jesus.

I worked the head into my pussy very carefully, then slid slowly down his cock, rocking back and forth until I finally felt myself hit bottom. Well, he hit bottom, anyway. I stayed there, panting a little. I was stretched so wide it almost hurt, and I knew the wrong move would hurt me and fuck the whole thing up.

Gingerly, I began to fuck him. Up and down, feeling him drag at the walls of my pussy until I adjusted. I came quickly and he yelped in complaint. I changed my angle and he whimpered, writhing underneath me. Ooooohhh, fuck, you're going to make me come so fast, I don't wanna come this fast, you're so fucking tight, ooh, ooh..

I pried myself off him and got on my knees, my head cradled in my folded arms. Try this. You can drive. He carefully stuffed his cock into me from behind and began to rock against me. The angle wasn't as good for me, but it was still good. Unfortunately for him, it was no less tight, and he came with a yell of protest. Which was actually fine with me, as I don't think I could have gone a whole lot longer with that thing inside me.

The smallest cock I've ever fucked was attached to the largest man I've ever fucked. I enjoyed riding him in a reverse cowgirl, sclamping my PC muscles around him for all I was worth. He was just the right size to hit my G spot, and with that and the squeezing and playing with ym clit I could come and come and come. Unfortunately, despite condoms and pills, he was extremely paranoid about pregnancy and would throw me bodily off of him whenever he came, occasionally dumping me completely off the [bed, couch, easy chair] and pissing me off thoroughly. And it turned him on when I came, so this would frequently utterly fuck up my orgasms. The cock was great! The guy was a jackass. See, no correlation between penis size and social ability.

So there. I speak the truth; size is irrelevant. I have no reason to lie to you. Learn to use what you've got, learn to enjoy what he's got, and quit obsessing!

California

2005-10-11T23:14:00.000-07:00

Being here in Southern California reminds me that I am in close proximity to the most amazing breasts I've ever gotten the chance to touch. *sigh* And there's nothing I can do about it.

I was visiting LA with Thoth, and we were staying with his ex-girlfriend Tiny X in her microscopic fleabag apartment. Their mutual friend France came up from San Diego to join the party.

We'd all gone out clubbing, it was late, we were drunk. Tiny X elected to sleep on the living room floor rather than endure Thoth's snoring, but she offered her bed to us. We thought France was going to join her.

Nooo... she joined us.

This was extremely unexpected and I was ecstatic, because France is very fucking hot and her rack astounds me. We'd started off sharing our dinners with each other, and I'd leered openly at her a lot, but I hadn't expected anything to come of it.

Side note: I am shy with women, up to a point. If I get what I call the Green Light, then I'm my usual suave and seductive self, but I'm almost unable to initiate anything with women - the complete opposite of my MO with men. Therefore I have had a lot less experience with women, and each encounter's precious to me. Except for that one time. That just sucked.

So France climbed into the bed with us, got in the middle, and there was a lot of giggling and drunken grabassery before we settled into the serious business of getting everyone's clothes off. Starting with France's tank top.

Oooooohhh.

I love tits. I really really love them. Sensitivity is key, for me, but these were aesthetically the most fabulous tits ever. 38DD, maybe? Round and white and fucking bountiful, with nice pink white-girl areolae and big rosy nipples and perfect cleavage for slipping a cock into. The rest of her body was gorgeous as well - smooth and soft and curvy and all that lovely pale marble color. But her breasts were beautiful.

I was all over them in a heartbeat, hands and mouth, rubbing my nipples against hers, putting my face in her cleavage. Ah! she exclaimed when she met my nipple ring, and Oh, they're so firm! when her hands cupped my smaller tits.

I like yours better, I said with a leer.

I licked and sucked her nipples. Not as sensitive as mine, but who cared? She moaned when I pinched her hard and used my teeth. Thoth had gotten her panties off and was doing something fantastic with his maestro's hands, and she shuddered and moaned into my neck. Her hands slid into my panties and cupped my pussy tentatively. A nice soft girly finger found my clit ring. She cooed. I dropped a hand to her pussy and found three of Thoth's fingers deep inside it. She had a lot more pubic hair than I do, in quantity and texture, and I bushwhacked until I found her clit. Smaller than mine, but very hard and wet, so I began stroking it with a fingertip, massaging the hood over it. She groaned, squeezing my nipple. I matched Thoth's rhythm and she started to shake. I sucked and chewed and devoured her tits and she slid two fingers over my clit. Ineptly, but who cared? It was still hot.

Thoth pulled his fingers out and I heard the crinkle of foil. He curled around her from behind and slid into her, pulling her leg over his hip. She bit my shoulder and moaned as he started to fuck her, my fingers still working her clit, my mouth still on her nipples, her throat. Her hand fell away from me, but I was concentrating on her orgasm anyway. She started to make a high, quiet keening sound and he fucked her harder. I turned my hand so I could feel where he stretched her pussy open, and he began to pant as well. My arm was getting tired. I pressed her clit like an elevator button, pulled her hair hard and bit her nipple all at once.

AaaAAAH! she whined, her hips jerking up to meet my hand as Thoth's thrusts rocked her against me. She came, hard, her head pulled back at an angle by my grip on her hair and her soft inner thighs trembling. Thoth stayed inside her till she was done, then pulled out and let her roll aside.

He started to go soft. I knew what had happened - he'd tried not to come and killed Mr. Happy. I stripped the condom from him and went down on him, tasting France as well as his familiar flavor. Oh. Perfect, he gasped. I sucked hard, flicking the tassel of foreskin with the tip of my tongue and cupping his balls. Within moments he was hard again, and I was sucking his cock, showing off for sleepy France, who was looking on with wonder. You look like you're really good at that, she said softly. I decided to take that as a compliment as I took Thoth's cock all the way down, then worked it with my hand as I sucked the head and swirled my tongue in circles.

I was just getting ready to rise up and impale myself on Thoth's cock, when... blam. You guessed it, all my showing off took him over the edge too soon. Too soon for me, anyway. He came with a groan. France cooed delightedly, her head on his chest, staring down at me with half-lidded eyes.

FUUUCK! I thought. I'd just out-clevered myself. Well, maybe I could...

...no, by the time I'd gotten rearranged on the bed they were both passed out cold.

Now, I don't usually freak out about whether I come or not - sometimes it's just about the rush I get from making other people come - but this time I was genuinely aggrieved. I alternated ogling sleeping France's gorgeous tits with sulking until the sun rose.

I saw France last New Year's. She was doing the "none of that ever happened" dance. Her loss, but I regret that I'll probably never get to play with her breasts again. So I'm not calling her this trip.

Still... *sigh*.

Phone quickie

2005-10-09T17:34:00.000-07:00

This will be brief - as the encounter was.

I was waiting to pick up Thoth from work. I realized that A) my book was boring, B) I was alone in the car and would be for at least 20 more minutes, and C) my phone lay close to hand.

I decided to amuse myself.

I dialed a friend. Before he could launch into inane small talk, I cut him off with a certain tone, one that he recognizes well.

Are you alone?

Uh.. Oh! Yes! Yes I am.

Do you have privacy?

I do! He sounded giddy-eager. That always makes me happy.

Why aren't you naked yet?

I'm working on- ah, there. I am naked.

Get the lube and sit on the futon. I used the Tone of Command that works so well on him.

Okay.

Which hand do you masturbate with?

My right.

Lube your left. Put your right hand behind your head. I want this to feel like a stranger's hand making you come.

Ohhh...

Shh. Are you ready?

Ohhh... yeahhhh...

Close your eyes. You don't get to watch me watching you.

Ohhhhh my god...

I'm in the chair across from you. I'm watching you touch yourself. Slow.

Ah...

Tell me how it feels.

Ah... a little... awkward... oh, fuck...

Good. Harder and slower.

Oh that's so good- ohhh!

Can you feel me watching?

Uhhhyeah... I've waited...

I love seeing that. Faster.

*gasp*

Faster. Make that fucking thing shine. I love it when it turns purple.

Uh, ohhh, pleeeeease-

No. Slower.

*whimper*

Slooooower. Twist your hand like I do.

AH. UH. AH. UH. Godddd...

Are you close? That was fast.

Ngggghhhhhhh.

Heheheheh. Mmmm, I like that. Slow. Do you want to come?

Please, please, oh please, please, ohhhh-

Tell me how it feels.

Uhhhh, aah, it feel like someone's jerking me off while you watch, it feels like my cock is a foot long and six inches wide, it feels like I'm going to die, oh fuck, ohhhhh god...

I can hear the sounds your hand is making.

aah! aah! ooooohh...

I can see you're close. Very pretty, baby. You have such a nice cock.

*whimper*

Do you want it? Beg.

oh please, please, ohhh please, oh god, please let me-

Come. Now. Do it now.

Oooohhh- OOOOHHH- AaaaAAAAaaAAArrrraggghhhhFUCKFUCKnnnnnngggghhh hah! ah! Jesus! ah! aagh, my eye! Holy shit!

*snicker* Your eye?

Jesus, you wouldn't believe- ow! - how much of a mess I just made. And my eye. Jesus! That was... Oh my god. I'm still getting aftershocks. You're amazing. Unbelievable. A force of nature. Jesus.

I am not Jesus. He was hairier.

Heh. So, what brought that on?

I was inspired. Got to go, though. Bye!

A drive-by orgasming. Heh. Okay, bye!

Quick, messy and exactly what I wanted to accomplish with my spare 15 minutes. Perfect!

Thoth appeared and slung himself into the passenger's seat. How was your day?

Oh... the usual...

Fantasy Girl

2005-10-04T00:31:00.000-07:00

I was talking to a friend last night, and he brought up his newly-rediscovered sex drive. Since getting off the Paxil he's found himself with a perpetual teenage boner and, since he is girlfriendless at the moment, the need to masturbate like a bonobo on Spanish fly. I commiserated - I definitely understand the angst when demand exceeds supply.

Can I tell you something? he asked, looking shy.

I was pretty sure I knew what was coming.

You can always tell me anything, I said.

When I fantasize, whether I'm beating off or just daydreaming... it's always about you. He was blushing ferociously, staring at the table.

Awwww! That does my heart - and ego - good.

I smiled. What an awesome compliment, thank you!

I'm no stranger to that statement. Either it's a major pick-up line for all guys everywhere or I somehow inspire sexual speculation. I have gotten that quite a lot -

holy dear jesus christ on toast. This update interrupted briefly because I MUST mention the woman with the amazing breasts that just walked in. They're jaw-droppingly gorgeous, and she's dressed to accentuate in a clingy, low-cut, thin jersey top. She's very pretty as well, but it's the tits that grab the attention and I'm sure she knows it. I think I just flatlined. whoa. Suddenly my pants are too tight. Oh, no, don't sit in my line of sight, I'll never get any work done today... please sit in my line of sight... and be more naked. *whimper*

Uh, I digress...

What was I saying?

Oh yeah. Anyway. I've been hearing "You're my fantasy girl, the one I think about when I'm masturbating/daydreaming/having sex with my girlfriend/whatever" for at least twelve years, from men and women. It's always a big compliment to me, and right now it's exactly the compliment I needed. I have not been feeling the love lately.

However... I'm not planning to have sex with this guy. That line is not the express train to my pants. I have ignored the implicit plea many times and just taken the compliment and run. Not always... but more often than not.

Part of it is that while I can partially see the attraction - I'm open about my sexual life, I'm not ugly, I'm open-minded and (fairly) uninhibited - I don't get the fascination. There are hotter, freer, less difficult people out there to fantasize about. In your brain, you can have anybody - Jessica Alba, the Queen, the Marquise de Mertueil - why me? WTF, people?

But I still love the whole idea that people are thinking about me when they come. Mmmm. That thought sustains me through these dry spells.

I succumb to temptation occasionally. Like Gary.

Gary was the best friend and roommate of my ex Sirius. He listened to us having sex, hung out with us and watched us flirt, and then went back to his wife and her nonexistent sex drive and pined.

A few years and one divorce later, long after Sirius and I had broken up, we were all hanging out together at Sirius's new apartment. Sirius and his girlfriend had passed out on the bed, and Gary and I were lying on the floor talking and looking at the trippy planetarium display on the ceiling.

Hey, he said softly.

Mmm? I replied.

I've got to tell you... you've been my sexual fantasy since I first met you. It's fucking overwhelming.

I chuckled. Since you heard us break the exercise bench, right?

No, seriously. You have no idea how bad it gets.

I shifted on the rug and put my head on his stomach. he curled toward me like a shrimp and put his hand on my face. I turned my head a little and bit his hand gently, then took his thumb into my mouth and sucked it, flicking my tongue around the tip and running my teeth over it lightly.

Ah, he whispered, ah, ah god...

He was so tense he was vibrating, trying to hold perfectly still, trying not to make a noise that would wake the sleepers and break the moment. I sucked hard, circling the tip of my tongue against the pad of his thumb. He panted quietly. I took my mouth away.

Shhhh, I whispered, turning to face him, pushing him onto his back. He rolled obligingly, his hands coming up to touch my face, stroke my shoulders and arms. I bent over him, on my knees, and bit him where his neck met his shoulder, kissing and nipping up to his ear, his hands coming around my back. Shhhhh, I breathed into his ear, biting his earlobe, making his hands clutch at me spasmodically.

I reared up, his hands pulling away from me, and took his wrists. I brought his fingers to my lips and traced his fingertips over my lips, down my throat, over my chest, over my nipples. My tank top was thin enough that there was no disguising how hard they were, and I brushed them with his hands, guiding and directing and teasing myself, and he let me. Finally I just cupped my tits with his hands and left them there, and he took over as I straddled him and went back to gnawing his neck, pulling his shirt open, licking his nipples. He squirmed under me, his erection grinding into my pussy through my shorts and his, his hands squeezing my nipples, yanking my tank top down to bare my tits. His breath was ragged already.

I pulled away and he held his breath, held very still, his hands falling to his sides.

Don't move, I breathed.

I pulled his zipper down without touching him. Folded his shorts aside. Hooked a finger into his tented briefs and pulled them down to just under his balls. He was curved and twitching and nicely sized, the head of his cock shiny with pre-come.

I put one fingertip on the underside of his cock, in the groove where the head meets the shaft, and stroked up to the top of the head. Then I drew a line of pre-come all the way down to his balls, going slowly.

He held his breath again.

I closed my hand around him and squeezed, and his back arched and he made fists. I could feel him pulsing in my palm.

I slid my hand down to the base of his cock, leaned forward, and put my lips against the very tip - a kiss, pursed lips and all. In tiny increments I let my lips slip downward, tasting his pre-come, going as slowly as I possibly could manage and feeling him vibrate with the tension of not ramming his cock upward and into my mouth. Slowly, slowly, centimeter by centimeter, just keeping the pressure even, my tongue against the underside of his shaft, his breath coming hard and getting loud, ah ah ah ah ah ah ah and I was at his balls, his untrimmed pubes getting in my nose, and I pulled back and did it again, slow, slow, but this time moving my tongue against him and hearing him breathing huh! huh! huh! huh! and then holding him all the way down my throat for a moment before starting to suck him hard and rhythmic, tongue swirling, hand curled around the base of his cock and stroking it in time with my movements, and I felt him get bigger and harder right before he stopped breathing and came, not even touching my tongue, straight down the back of my throat.

Even after he stopped shooting he was still coming. I was amazed.

Finally he was limp and boneless. I could feel his pulse in his inner thigh, hammering. I pulled away and began righting my clothes.

Wait, he whispered, don't you want...?

Nah, I'm good, I whispered back.

And I was.

Headache heaven

2005-10-02T22:42:00.000-07:00

Lately, when I have an orgasm it gives me a brief migraine.

I'm sure it's a stress thing, but it's seriously impacting my groove. If you've never had a migraine, imagine someone jamming an ice-cold knitting needle into your temple and wiggling it around. There's also vague nausea and sensitivity to light and sound. Now imagine this happening every time you come and lasting about a half hour.

Every. Time.

Aaaaagh!

Tonight, as I typed busily in bed, Thoth burrowed under the blanket and dove tongue-first into my pussy. Yes, I work naked in bed sometimes. It's so hard to be me.

Now I'm not usually a cunnilingus girl, but he was hitting all my buttons with amazing skill. He loves to go down on women, and I usually don't mind, but don't seek it out.

Well, he was flicking my clit, massaging it, laving it with a flat tongue, tugging at the ring in my hood, dipping down to tease my inner lips - fucking fabulous. I was surprised at how quickly I got into it. He slipped a finger inside me and worked my g-spot for a moment, and then boom! Sudden explosive orgasm #1, blending into #2, #3 and #4 as he continued to fuck me with his fingers. He loves it when I come in his mouth, as much as I love it when he comes in mine, and both are not frequent occasions. When I came the fourth time my hips lifted off the bed and I growled, squeezing his head between my thighs.

He came up for air and I lay there twitching and panting and limp. He grabbed a pillow and jammed it under my hips, sliding inside me with a gasp. Two strokes and I was coming again, noisily, gushing around his cock and arching against him. He moaned and fucked me harder. I grabbed my thighs and pulled them back, spreading myself wider, opening myself to him.

He slammed into me hard a few times, then pulled out, jacking himself off and rubbing the head of his cock against my clit. I came. He came, yelling and fountaining come all over my belly.

And as soon as we were done, I clamped my hands to my temples and whimpered. Without the fucking to distract me, the headache was insanely bad. Every orgasm I'd had had ramped it up just a little bit more. Six times and I'd started to lose my composure, my ability to concentrate on the fuck. Seven and I might have started to cry.

He turned the lights out, got me a towel and some aspirin, and left me to recover.

This headache crap can stop any time now.

Never alone

2005-09-28T20:13:00.000-07:00

It's tough to have good sex when you have roommates and are a noisy lay. Even tougher when your partner(s) are also noisy. More so when your bedroom door doesn't close all the way. Remembering not to yell or moan too loud... trying to angle yourself so those fingers plunging in and out of your pussy squish more quietly... positioning yourself so that the bed doesn't squeak and flesh doesn't slap together. It's all a pain in the ass.

Although sometimes it adds a certain flavor of constraint that makes things hotter.

Once, when my roommate was across the hall watching TV, we were lying in bed trying to go to sleep. Thoth's hands wandered. I squirmed. He'll hear us... I can think of few people I'd be less happy about hearing me fuck.

This did not dissuade him, and soon his fingers were running the length of my pussy. I struggled not to gasp as I got wetter and wetter. He began to dip his fingers inside me on every other stroke. I bit my lip. Thoth has amazingly skilled hands and knows just how to use them on me.

Pretty soon I was thrashing, but trying to do it silently. I came twice in a sudden rush, flooding the bed and nearly stifling myself with a pillow over my face. As generally happens, my orgasms had turned Thoth's cock to steel. He guided my hand to it, and I squeezed it a few times and then flung myself upon him and impaled myself on it.

We both held our breath.

I sat back on his cock, shuddering, then began to make the tiniest, most subtle movements possible. I worked my well-trained PC muscles as much as I could, rippling and squeezing with every minimal thrust and grind.

It was fabulous. I could feel every single inch inside me, and every little movement sent shockwaves through my nerve endings. It was working for him too, as he had two big fistfuls of the sheets and a silent grimace on his face.

I pinched my nipples hard and came explosively, gushing all over his cock and holding my breath till I thought I'd pass out. As soon as I started to come, he came too, whispering ohgod ohgod ohmyfuckinggod and turning blood-red.

I collapsed on him, panting, his cock still twitching inside me, and he wrapped his arms around me and kissed my ear. The whole fuck had been almost completely silent.

Ah, if only it always worked that way...

A paean to pegging

2005-09-27T09:58:00.000-07:00

I like to fuck men in the ass. Yes, like that. Well, women too, but somehow it's more fun with men.

I have a lovely purple velvet harness with a little pocket for a bullet vibe, and an assortment of toys in various shapes and sizes. I have toy condoms and a variety of lubes. I have books and videos (both volumes of Bend Over Boyfriend) to ease any worries that might arise. I've done my homework and had plenty of practice. I've never had a complaint, either during or after.

I remember the first time I put the harness on and paraded around in front of a mirror. Finally, I had a cock! How cool is this? Look! I have a cock! I made mean butch faces and brandished my iridescent purple schlong, stroking it menacingly. Muahahahahaaaaa! I am the mad midnight fucker what fucks at midnight! I have a cock! I bounced up and down and waggled it around.

Eventually I took it off and put it away, but I swaggered for days. Then I watched BoB and realized I was wearing my dick too high. Imagine my mortification. Like so many men out there, I had a nice cock but didn't know how to use it. Oh, the shame.

I get so turned on when I fuck someone with the strap-on. My god. You have no idea. Grabbing his hips and working the tip of my cock against his prostate... thrusting with an entirely different set of muscles... giving someone an entirely new kind of pleasure... I can't even describe how hot it is. Fucking laval.

I've tried it in various positions. The classic doggie is nice, particularly if he's got long hair to grab. Legs over my shoulders is tiring, and unless there's a pillow of sufficient mass to hold him at the right angle it's not as successful. Standing up is good if our heights are compatible - high heels on my part can help. Ideally the furniture choice is sturdy enough to take the punishment, too. My personal favorite is letting him (whoever he might be) be on top. I'll illustrate why.

I strap my cock on and lube up a smaller toy as an appetizer. He lies back and strokes his cock while I work the toy into him, making sure the curve is turned upward to hit his prostate. I push it all the way inside and he purrs and shivers, all his muscles relaxing. I press my thumb to the base and push, release, push, release, push... Ooooohhhh, he says, his back arching and eyes squeezing shut.

Don't come, I tell him. I pull the toy halfway out and fuck him with it slowly, watching his face as he groans and slows his strokes to match my speed.

When I think he's warmed up enough, I pull the toy out and toss it aside. I bend to suck his cock a moment, tasting pre-come, letting my cock nudge his perineum slyly. Then I lie back and start to drizzle lube over my be-condomed erection. Come on, baby, ride me!

He grins and straddles me, and I position the tip of my cock against his ass and hold it there while he slides down it at his own pace. Ahhhh, fuck yeah, oh yeah, he breathes as he hits bottom and stays there a moment.

I can feel my pussy overflowing onto the sheets. My clit is throbbing with my heartbeat. I push my hips up slightly and hear him suck in his breath, and then he starts to ride me. He's leaning forward, so his cock is between my tits - he is long - and I pour some lube on him and press them together, pressing down with my palm so it strokes the sensitive head with every thrust he makes.

I press upward just a little each time he comes down onto me, and within a minute he's panting and his face is flushed. I can see every expression that crosses his face, I can see the gorgeous sight of his cock between my tits, I can lick the head of it every time he thrusts forward, and I am fucking his ass. Or rather he's fucking his ass with my cock. It's all too goddamn zipless pornstar perfect. Transcendent.

Unfortunately it's too good to last, and soon he's gasping and ramming himself back and forth, oh god I'm gonna come, oh fuck, oh fuck it's so good yeah FUCK YEAH- and then he comes, his whole body writhing on top of me as he covers my whole chest with blasts of come.

Christ, that's satisfying.

I rub his come and the lube into my skin. Why the hell not? He sits on my hips panting for a moment, then slips his hand behind himself to find my drenched pussy. the angle's not great, but it doesn't have to be - about six seconds later I'm coming, hard. Not nearly enough, though, so he gets off me and I shed the harness. He slides two fingers into me and I'm coming again with no prelude, gushing all over the sheets, my hands on my nipples, and then I slide a hand down to my clit and he starts to work my pussy hard and chew on my shoulder and neck, and it hurts just right and I come again, I squirt again and he laughs in delight.

I come three more times before I tap out.

As we're cleaning up, he says My butt always feels different, after. Not in a bad way, just... different. Not as it was previously.

Good to know.

Sucker

2005-09-23T10:22:00.000-07:00

I'm a sucker for a certain tone of voice. That half-desperate, growly, low, intense tone a man's voice gets when he says "I want to fuck you so bad." Poor grammar, but under the circumstances it's really okay. It's the sound of raw need barely processed into words - delicious to the ear, causing a flood to the pussy.

It's almost impossible to say no when someone wants me that much.

I've heard that particular tone more than a few times in my sexual history. I remember each time. I keep those moments with me to sustain me through the dry spells, like this one, where nobody wants me like that. It keeps me confident to remember that I've reduced men to feral, priapic libido-beasts - and will again.

A few years ago I was at a club with a friend. This guy and I had flirted and hinted around but never really acted on anything much. We were both looking fabulous and exotic this evening, in all our gothic splendor. We slammed down quite a few drinks, he did a tab of some fairly dubious illegal substance, and we sat on the stage to watch the action on the dance floor. Or rather, I sat in a chair and he sat at my feet. I toyed with his hair and he shivered. I put the flat of my hand on his back and he went tense and trembly. I ran my nails down the center of his back and he groaned and turned his face into my thigh, shuddering.

Outside, by the car, he pushed me against the door and pressed the length of his body against me. I arched my back against him and turned my head to take his thumb into my mouth. I bit down and felt his cock jump against my stomach as he nearly sobbed into my ear - I want you, I want you so fucking bad, oh my god I want to fuck you, I don't care where, oh my god.

A car went by, honking and screaming. He gnawed my neck and shoulder, his breath hot. I swirled my tongue around the tip of his thumb as his other hand went around my waist and yanked me even tighter against him. I couldn't breathe, so I pushed him back. He stared at me, eyes burning.

When we went back to his apartment, his roommates were all there. Including my ex-boyfriend. My friend looked like he was going to cry, standing in the doorway of his room. I stepped through and shut the door quietly. We can't, he said, half-hoping, he's right next door with his door open, he'll hear-

I grabbed his hand and slid it under my short skirt. I was wearing no underwear. I rubbed his fingertips against my hood ring, letting him feel how wet I was, how ready I was. I moved my hips a little and his fingers slid just inside me.

I stepped back. He reached for me involuntarily.

Your loss, I said, and I walked out. He called my name from behind me. I turned and looked at him, raising my eyebrow. He stared at me desperately. I waited a beat, and when he didn't move I went down the hallway, calling a cheery goodbye to my ex, and left.

He called me the next morning. I can still smell you on my fingers. I can still taste you. I want you so fucking much.

Not enough, I said. If you'd asked me to I'd have stayed.

He was silent for a moment, then - FUUUUUCK! fuck fuck fuck goddammit I am the stupidest asshole in the world!

Yep, I said. I hung up.

It's been a long time since anyone wanted me like that. I'm told that's one of the sacrifices you make, being in a long-term relationship.

that sucks.

The Internet is a Scary Place

2005-09-22T06:44:00.000-07:00

On a whim, I posted an ad on Craigslist, hoping to maybe find some nice witty geek to exhange filthy e-mails with.

Well, I'll never do that again. There are some creepy motherfuckers out there. And stupid! Lord, the number of stupid stupid men who will respond to an ad asking for smart and intellectual. Dude - That is not your cue to flail out "i hav a big 7 inch cock for ur tite puzzy ar u in?" Jam that typing pinky back into your nostril and step away from the computer. If you can't read the ad - or type out all three letters in the word "you" - I wouldn't touch you with a Garden Weasel.

I suppose I should have known better.

Never fucking mind. I'll just keep up my current program of wanking till I'm sore.

The unfortunate part of that is that I don't have enough hands. I like the barbell inside, two fingers on my clit, and one hand on my nipples - but then how do I hold the book/scroll down the page? This is why partnered sex would be nice... dammit.

Blah

2005-09-21T12:26:00.000-07:00

Today sucked. Yesterday sucked.

One hasty, vibrator-fueled orgasm that gave me a headache and left me totally unsatisfied.

No prospects for anything except more angst in the next several days.

Surfed Craigslist for the first time in... like a year? Nothing clicked. Too many stupid men looking for plastic women. Too many fake ads or jackasses looking for drugs.

This update blows. but nobody reads this anyway. No, it' s not PMS.

Lonely hurricane day

2005-09-20T14:30:00.000-07:00

I'm lonely today. We're getting the fringes of the hurricane, and wind and rain are lashing the trees outside. It would be a perfect day to lie in bed with someone and have slow, meditative, intense sex interspersed with conversation and Adult Swim.

But I'm on my own today, as usual. Thoth won't be home until late - even later than usual - tonight, and when he gets here he'll need to go to sleep.

And I miss Shardik.

When I bite him, hard, he groans and arches his back. I drag my nails down his sides and he squirms endearingly. His cock weeps as I rub against him, drawing him out of his boxers and squeezing him till the head goes shiny and violet. I slick pre-come all over his cock, circling my palm on the head, and he hisses through his teeth and his cock throbs and lunges in my hands.

I like to jerk him off because then I can see everything - the way his cock changes color, the way he writhes, the look on his face. I go from quick short strokes to long, slow, torturous ones and then back again, and his thighs tremble. I never need lube with Shardik; not for him and not for me. My Hello Kitty lube bottle stays in its drawer.

I love to go down on him. From the moment my tongue touches him he's mine in every way. He sobs and shouts and thrashes around and yells tender obscenities, and I love it. I flick the head of his cock with my tongue, circle it slowly, rub the bead of my tongue stud against the underside. I suck firmly on the tip, jerking the shaft in a flowing motion from the base to where my lips seal around the head. I lave the underside of the head with my flattened tongue. I slide my fingers to the very base of his cock, then put my pursed lips to the very tip and begin to slip him into my mouth as slowly as I can, inch by inch until he pounds on the couch and shudders as I take him completely into my throat, making my eyes water just a little. Then I pull back and do it all over again. I cup my tongue and run it firmly along his cock as I take him deep and shallow and deep again, a steady rhythm that never fails to make him scream and come like a fire hose. The man is prolific. He's like the Sperminator.

I lie back in his arms, my head against his chest, all hard pectorals and soft black fur. He cradles me, tenderly, hands on my tits as I slip a toy into myself and circle my clit with two fingers. Mmmm, he says softly in my ear, come. I want to see you come for me, baby. He pinches my nipples, tugs the ring, smooths them with his palms - all the things I do myself. He watches, he learns. As I rise toward orgasm he curls his arms around me and I feel sheltered, treasured, and it makes me come harder. I growl, I squirt and he laughs in delight and kisses my neck. Oh yeah! Oh, that's so cool! Awesome! he says as I relax into a puddle both literal and figurative.

I miss Shardik. And I hope we can weather this long-distance crap. And I'm lonely. bah.

Oversexed

2005-09-19T16:24:00.000-07:00

...Or maybe I'm undersexed. Whatever. I'm horny and nobody cares.

Aaaaargh. Earlier today I read an account by Girl With a One-Track Mind in which she had sex with her ex like 10 times in a 24-hour period. Till she was sore and sated and swollen, begging him to stop - but still coming anyway. It turned me on incredibly and made me envious in the extreme, although I have the opposite of what she does; I have love and security and support.

Still, it would be cool to have that and so much sex that I hit the wall.

The guy was on Viagra, explaining some of it. I have some objections to Viagra, not the least of which is that it makes your heart explode. Also, it feels like cheating. It's irrational, but that's how I feel about it. Shardik's talked about it, but I've not been encouraging - as much as I'd love for him to have a four-hour boner, I'm pretty sure having to hide his corpse in the hotel-room closet wouldn't be worth it. Besides, sex is not all about the erection.

Anyway, I've been all worked up since reading that. I keep trying to distract myself, but it's not working so well. I've been trying to finish a project, but I keep

Read some porn on Literorica. Hot! A women and two of her cow-orkers on a messy desk. Masturbated with just my fingers. Two pretty good orgasms.

Tried to work. Spent more time fantasizing than writing.

Watched some DVD porn. Something about pirates in honor of Talk Like a Pirate day. Masturbated with the Fukuoku. One decent orgasm. Arrrr!

Tried to work. Surfed some sex blogs and again spent more time thinking about sex than working.

I may haul out a book - Best New Erotica 2003? and take a bath soon. Orgasms TBD.

I'd save some sugar for later, but I know damn well I'd end up alone on the couch, masturbating resentfully and hoping the roommate doesn't walk in on me. Of course, the way today's been going, I may end up there anyway.

Bah. Who put the Spanish fly in my Wheaties?

Surprise!

2005-09-18T18:44:00.000-07:00

Yesterday was interesting.

Before heading off to work, Thoth said "I think I deserve an orgasm before going in on a Saturday." I was a little surprised, but game anyway, so I threw in some random porn and hauled out the lube. I even pulled out an extra pillow to prop him up a little so he could see the screen while staying relaxed.

We masturbated idly, fast-forwarding through the boring shit and the endless, repetitive blowjob scene. As the hot chunky porn chick was driving around Hollywood or Van Nuys or whatever with her top off, I commented that I'd love to try that sometime even though my rack is not nearly so bodacious.

I would, too. Lately I've gotten such an exhibitionish streak going. It was never like this in my 20s.

Pretty soon I'd worked myself up and was coming, curled up against Thoth's side, shuddering and gasping. When I'd finished, I took over for him, making him come in moments, his mouth on my tits as he watched the porn chick being fucked from behind. Her ass was totally amazing.

He went to work and I spent the day with friends.

After I'd gone to bed, he came in and woke me up by wrapping himself around me and gnawing on me. I was extremely taken aback, but again - completely on board.

Thoth's libido doesn't match mine, so it's always a fabulous surprise when he's this amorous. And twice in one day - three times in 28 hours - wow!

He slid his hands between my legs and worked my clit until I yanked my panties off and took over. He moved one hand and his mouth to my nipples and began circling his fingers just inside my pussy, shallow and fast and hard, until I came so hard my skin prickled all over and I squirted all over the sheets. That almost never happens unless something is touching my G spot, but this was an exception! Cool.

When I was done I pounced on Thoth and sucked his cock in a frenzy. He was seriously worked up, so all I had to do was flick my tongue in circles around the head and under the edge of the foreskin, working the shaft with my hand until he came, throwing a pillow over his face to muffle his yells.

I'm hoping tonight continues the trend... but I'm not going to hold my breath.

Still, rowr!

How Teenage

2005-09-17T10:06:00.000-07:00

Last night, when we got into bed, Thoth touched one of my feet and said "Jesus, you're cold." He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me in so I could steal his body heat, as I usually do.

He kissed me, a gentle little kiss that wasn't intended to start anything, and I kissed him right back in a way that was intended to start something. And did.

Let me mention that I had a cervical biopsy done recently that means no penetration with anything for another ten days or so. Sigh. This means we will need to be creative. Thoth, being a thoughtful man, has avoided anything sexual for days because of this. Which was nice of him, but I was done now.

We kissed for a few minutes, getting more and more into it. I've only recently started to actually enjoy kissing, mainly because Thoth isn't gross and drooly about it, trying to jam his tongue into my esophagus and all the lame things guys do. And he gets off on it so much that I get a charge just from that.

So after a moment I was being prodded firmly in the belly with a very hard cock. I reached down and started feathering my fingertips over his balls, stroking upwards along his cock. He groaned into my mouth and brought his free hand to my right breast, squeezing the nipple and flicking the ring back and forth.

I curled my hand around his cock and squeezed it a little, sliding the foreskin up and down. It jumped in my hand, which I like. I kissed him harder and bit a little on his lower lip, and started to stroke his cock in earnest. He likes lighter, shallower strokes, and because he's uncut I don't usually have to worry about lube. So I just worked him, my other hand teasing his balls a little. He made a noise and jammed his hand into my panties.

"Ah," I said, "careful." He just worked his fingers around until they were on my clit and began to rub me, without his usual finesse. I kind of liked the fact that he wasn't thinking aboutperfomance, just getting off. I jacked him off faster, trying not to squeeze too hard when he started to really turn me on. The angle was weird and my arm was getting tired and I was starting to get beard-burnt from all the kissing, but it was still fun anyway. We were panting into each other's mouths as we kissed, sharing breath, and it was cool.

He started to moan, and I knew he was close, so I clamped down around his hand and ground myself into a quick little orgasm. That sent him over the edge, and he came against my belly and into my hand. I kept stroking him until he was soft as he breathed into my hair, his hand still cupped against my pussy.

"How teenage!" I said, amused.

"Being a teenager was never this good," he said sleepily.

Noise

2005-09-16T05:42:00.000-07:00

I love noisy lovers.

Not theatrical, operatic yowling, mind you, but people who aren't afraid to let you know they're enjoying themselves. Responsive, uninhibited moaners and gaspers. Even talkers, although when they start sounding like the guy from Sexy Losers I find ways to shut them up.

Both my guys are noisy when they come, just like me. Shardik is a moaner the whole time, no matter what's going on, and he yells when he comes. I love going down on him because he's so appreciative. He talks and pants and groans and gets totally incoherent, occasionally degenerating into "Oh, fuck! Fuck! Fuck you!", which I take as a compliment. Even handjobs make him loud. It's cool.

Thoth isn't as noisy during sex, but he's an even more extravagant comer. He throws himself into orgasms without reservation, moaning louder and louder until he's practically screaming in my ear. I don't go down on him as much - he doesn't like it as much - but when I do it preserves my eardrums. Heh. He doesn't really talk during sex, except to occasionally tell me how much he loves my body or how fabulous my pussy is. I'm okay with that.

I had an ex who talked the whole damn time. And he wanted me to talk too. Not the usual dirty "oh god fuck me fuck me with that amazing cock harder oh god yeah" stuff, but he wanted me to tell him stories. This annoyed the living shit out of me, as I wanted to be enjoying the moment and not trying to maintain a narrative. I'm trying to come, asshole, I don't feel like playing Story Hour. And he was really specific about what he wanted - stories about me fucking all our friends. With names and details. This was even more annoying, as I didn't want to fuck any of our friends, and thinking about them in that way killed my sex buzz. I tried compromises, but eventually we broke up. Not because of that, because he was fucking all of our friends. Quelle surprise.

A recent conquest was a talker, but in a way that didn't annoy me. He liked me to tell him how fucking him felt, how good it was, so he could tell me right back. Hey, no problem. That does not distract me from the pleasure, it just adds focus. He wasn't a moaner, though he did let out some pretty hearty groans when he came. That was quite nice.

Girls, in my experience, are quieter. I think they're afraid of not being ladylike or something ridiculous like that. Dainty whimpers and sighs, girly little squees. Cute, but not as much fun. I like to make them break out of that and howl like banshees. That pleases me. Quiet and ladylike, my ass.

Not me, man. I moan, I yowl, I growl and talk dirty. It's hard to be quiet. Especially when I get all lost in the sex, which I do frequently.

But I don't show off, like one girl I've been with. She makes it a performance. If dogs aren't barking for blocks around she feels she hasn't done her job, no matter what the circumstances are - kids in the next room, partygoers downstairs, camp site full of friends, theater full of movie patrons, whatever. "Ohh, she's so sexual," blare the men she's with. "Ohh, she's so full of shit," I reply. Been there, done that, got the soggy towel to prove it - and I can tell when she's playing to the audience.

I don't actually have a point to all this, except to say don't be afraid to let your partner know you're enjoying yourself. Make some joyful noise!

Porn!

2005-09-15T12:09:00.000-07:00

It's been a few days since I've gotten any action whatsoever. Thoth's been working a lot, as he will be for the next few months, and we're both kind of stressed out. Therefore he's not been all that receptive lately, which means I've been climbing the walls.

So, left to my own devices yesterday, I hauled out one of Thoth's bootlegged porn tapes - a double feature of Chunky Hallow's Eve and some amateur thing.

His taste in pornchicks and mine overlap well. I like chunky, thick, fleshy women. Big tits and big asses. MMmmMMMmmm. And the first girl featured was positively mouthwatering. I fast-forwarded past the boring plot horseshit, eyed the blowjob scene with some interest, and then once the fucking began I settled into some serious clit-strumming.

The girl was a delight to watch. The guy was a Generic Porn Dude. The sex was pretty hot, if kind of vanilla.

I drizzled some Eros Bodyglide on my fingers and ran them around my clit. I'm not usually one for toys - my fingers do me just fine, and they don't cause problems with airport security when I fly. I don't generally touch my clit directly; I flip my hood ring down, put my finger on top of the ring, and rub my hood in little circles. Occasionally I dip my fingers quickly into my pussy for added wetness. Bodyglide lasts a long time, but you can't really have too much lube.

I'm a quick comer, usually. And when I'm by myself I don't usually insert anything into my pussy - when my muscles clench I end up shooting most toys across the room. No, really. Also not putting things inside me keeps me from ejaculating and making a huge mess.

Don't get me wrong - I like a mess when I'm with a partner, but when I'm just masturbating by myself it seems like such a hassle. And non-squirting orgasms are just fine too.

The only toy I don't have to worry about ejecting at an inopportune time is Betty Dodson's vaginal barbell. Not that my PC muscles need the help. But it's a great toy, smooth and cool and solid, and it stays in me even when I'm coming.

About halfway through the third position change - doggie - I came. One hand on my nipples, squeezing, two fingers on my clit. If I don't restrain myself I'm noisy when I come, and since I was home alone I made a lot of noise. I like being able to make noise if I want to.

I don't usually watch vidporn. I'm a text-smut enthusiast, myself. But yesterday felt like a video day. Luckily Thoth has a decent collection, although the solo and water sports stuff do nothing for me.

I kept going. The second orgasm is usually pretty intense and sudden - BLAM! To the moon, Alice!

I fast forwarded past a boring segment where the chick wasn't all that hot or into it, and found a girl with a nice body who seemed to be enjoying herself. Then I went for number three, which took a bit longer. I was pretty slick and swollen by then. I love the way I feel when I'm like that. I've masturbated in front of a mirror before just to see my pussy that way, all shiny and puffy and rose-violet. It's a fabulous sight. Men love it almost as much as I do.

I decided to stop at three. No need to be greedy.

Maybe next time I'll use water. Or the Magic Wand. Just for some variety. It doesn't beat partnered fucking, but it'll do for now.

Welcome to the Seraglio

2005-09-12T16:50:00.000-07:00

Hello, voyeurs!

Yes, this is yet another sexblog by yet another bisexual polyamorous female, chronicling yet another fairly adventurous sex life. Although I do stand out somewhat in that I'm not submissive, married or the owner of enormous breasts. And I can spell and punctuate. That alone has gotta be sexy.

I will talk about sex. I will talk about the sex that I am having and the sex that my friends are having and the sex that I would like to be having and the sex that my friends would like to be having. Not necessarily with one another.

I have two boyfriends. One lives with me, one lives 1200 miles away. I do not have a girlfriend at this time, and since I suck at meeting women this may not be remedied any time soon. Alas.

My live-in boyfriend, Thoth, works a lot and has a sketchy libido. My LD boyfriend, Shardik, has a brand-new baby and insufficient cash to visit as much as I'd like. This means I masturbate a lot.

Thoth and I have had some fantastic group sex with friends... but again, not as much as I'd like.

In fact, I never have as much sex as I'd like. But the sex I do have is fabulous, and I'd like to be able to talk about it more freely.

See, this is where you come in. Oh, Anonymity, how I love thee.

That said, I will post more here soon, with actual sexual debauchery and filthy perversion. oh, yes.