A moment of cuteness.

I love comics. I now love Dead Pool. This is ALL because of Corvallis. The morning after I spent the night at his house I was sitting in the living room topless brushing my wet hair. He was in the kitchen making me tea and toast. I honestly was tickled pink. Here I was morning after amazing sex, sleeping next to him, and he was making me breakfast while I got ready for work. I was picking through his comics on the table and was half reading a Dead Pool. He came over tucked me into the crook of his arm, handed me a toast with jam, and started to read out loud to me. I had the hardest time not purring. What could be better! I love being read to and cuddled. I tried to show how amazing he was being by cuddling into his arms. Physically showing how happy I was, I also am sure I must of made noises of happiness.  I think it was that morning that I actually fell in love with him.

You know what rocks?

My boobs.

I love my boobs.

If I grab them just right I can almost motorboat them. Sometimes I just squeeze them together and just sort of rub my face against what I can.

So soft.

I have found I actually am a lot more sexually wired to my breast than I thought when I was just masturbating. When with a partner its such a huge turn on. I want lips, teeth and hands on my breasts. Its one of those things that always surprises me. Suddenly I realize I am soaking wet in need.

I sometimes just look down and think, My boobs rock.

Acousticophile

So I am not positive it thats the right word for me. Its someone who is sexually aroused by sounds. I personally need a lover who talks, moans and whimpers for me. I especially love dirty talk or dominating talking. This may be why since finding out that I could I have loved phone sex. I have also been lucky that I have been able to make friends with some amazing people who also love phone sex. One such man is my Phonesexman! think of it more like a superhero call. I have been talking with him for almost a year and half. Its not often and varies on our ability and how much sex we are getting in real life. But it is so fun. I adore him and we have become rather casual friends considering that he regularly hears me moaning and begging on the phone. Its an odd relationship since I have never met him and we don't much really plan on meeting up. He just loves the sounds I make and I love what he does and the sounds he makes. Its a nice give and take.

One of the fun things I have done with him is do a couple three way calls with another girl. This was he can play out a lesbian three way fantasy. Its really fun. I have dommed a girl over the phone which is a lot more fun that it sounds.

Not in the mood to post.

Attractive. So I am no longer playing with Metronerd. Today he informed me we should have sex any more. I pushed him for a why, which I guess is where I went wrong. He told me that he no longer found me attractive, that he was bored with me. I must admit this hurt rather badly. I don't have the highest self confidence in self as it is. I am going cold turkey on him for a while, since I considered him a friend first, so that maybe someday in the future that we can be friends again. It also just came at a really poor time for me, being alone now for so many days. There is something that allows you to wallow a little when your alone and getting nothing for Christmas.

OK enough self pity, back to our regular programing tomorrow.

I am a post! Slush and snow.

Just a note on the snow and slush. It is rather hard to make this time of year sexy. Sweet maybe but not sexy. Not only that but I feel I should note that there are very few warm clothings that make you look sexy. Bulky and many layers... not fun. Though currently I am in a cute purple knit sweater that does make me look yummy.

That being said this is more adorable than anything. I particularly adore her undies and how happy she seems to be. Adorable.

Its snowing sooo much

Here is a little snippit I wrote once for my Dear Dom.
I am sitting on the couch, legs tucked up under my body. I am sort of lazing, One hand on my book and the other holding my hot chocolate. I am not really reading much though. My eyes flicking to the door each time I hear a noise. I let out a small sigh. Sipping my cocoa, I sit back and play with the marshmallows on my tongue. Leaning back I close my eyes and put my book down. I slide one hand up my body pulling at my breast, pinching my nipple hard between my fingers. Hard enough I gasp. I grin and pull my shirt up over my head. Giggling because I feel naughty being naked in the living room. I stand and slip out of my skirt and undies, neatly placing them on the floor. Then I look down my body and tease both my nipple till they are nice and hard. I grin and sit back down, Taking a sip of my hot cocoa, which now is just warm. The chocolate makes me smile and I lick the edge of the cup. Reaching into my cup I pull out a marshmallow, I pop it into my mouth. As suck on it I get a very playful idea. Running into the kitchen I grab the bag of marshmallow and pour some more hot water into the mix of hot cocoa for another cup. I go back to the couch and then sitting very still I carefully dunk each marshmallow and start making designs on my body. Starting at my breast then moving to my belly and thighs, laughing at my own silliness. I am moving very slowing and concentrating so much that I don't hear your car and don't notice you have come to the door until I hear it opening. And that is how you see me when you walk in, me spread out the other couch a hand full of marshmallow and almost completely covered in little white dots, with wet chocolate making my skin look wet. I smile and look up at you. "Hungry?"

Christmas!

So I spent Christmas watching coupling. Sort of being a lonely puppy right now. And eating sugar as my main food ingredient. I am well aware this is perhaps not good for me but since the second largest intake is alcohol....My roommate is out visiting family and mine is much too far to visit. So I am spending much too much time alone. He has been gone for almost two weeks.

I am a person that needs contact. Always. I need casual contact as well as sexual. Its just who I am. I am lucky to have a set of friends who are ok with that. An example of this is I like to sit really close to people and cuddle in a non sexual way. Or casual touching and hugs during day to day contact. If I don't get touched enough I first get grumpy and then sullen. I am at a point right now where I am sullen.

Contact is also really important in much of Bdsm play. I am in no way an expert on the matter but from what I do know comes from personal experience and talking to others in the scene. When bottoming it is very important to me to almost always be in contact with my top. Especially when I can not see what they are doing. Once I was playing with my Sir and he had me facing away from him and stood up and walked away from me. Then he asked for scissors. I freaked out. I started shaking because he was doing things behind me that I could not feel or sense. Being the good Dom he is he laid a hand on me and petted me till I calmed down. (Turns out it was only to cut some string. ) I also need to be touched after rough play that for me is part of aftercare. I am particularly found of being petted on my head or face.

Half way there.

I actually really like this picture. Despite the tiny breasts which make me worry about this cartoons age. Which is rather funny when you think about it. But I have always been drawn to this picture. I love how she looks like she is waiting for her next order. The waiting on her face. I like the sheen of sweat on making it look like she just had something really fun happen. Like a nice spanking or a finger fuck. Plus! she has wrist cuffs like me! So in my head I can more easily see myself in that place. On the floor looking up at my top waiting while he makes up his mind for the next thing he will do to me.

Do as I say not as I do.

Had a play date with my sir that involved a belt and beer bottle. I feel inclined to personally point out the dangers of using glass bottles as a sex toy. Anything that is breakable like that could be broken in sex. PC muscles are much stronger than you may think. I once broke a rabbit dildo with mine and a little rough play. NO one wants broken glass anyone near that part of your body. Thus the do as I say not as I do. Because though I realize how unsafe and perhaps stupid it was of me I found it so incredibly hot. Overwhelmingly so.

So my Sir called and told me to be completely naked at the door. I must admit this made my heart pound. I was naked right away walking around my house. Cleaning and trying to make the place look perfect. Which was silly because he does not really come over to pay attention to my house. I kept looking at the clock thinking surely it would be any moment he would knock at my door. When he did I bounce up to him, full of things to say, to kiss and touch him. I had wrapped a blanked around me to keep warm. He just calmly walked came in and said, "you are supposed to be naked" I dropped my blanket quickly. But I still got a slap on the ass for it.

He had me go to the bedroom and get on the bed in the position he likes best. Which involves me on my hands and knees. Arms spread out in front of me reaching for the wall. It makes it so my head is pushed down onto the bed and my ass up in the air. He had me this time reach back and spread my pussy lips open so he could have a good look at me. He took off his belt and laid it across my back. Letting me know what was to come as well as making me think about his power over me there. Since I was already aroused it did not take much touching on his part till I was dripping wet. Which is really embarrassing. There I am laying whimpering while he looks deep inside me, probing and spreading me open for his eyes.

After a little caressing he took the belt off my body and starting to lay into me. Slapping at my ass, my thighs, my calves and my feet. It was my feet that were particularly painful. I started to cry out and her stopped quickly reached up and grabbed my hair told me I had better not fucking make a sound. It was so very hard not to make a moan at that. Despite his warning I could not help whimpering as he continued to use his belt on me.

He paused in his slapping and running a hand over my red skin he reached for the beer bottle. I could not see any of this. I was my face to the bed almost in tears. All I felt was him spreading me open with a cold hard object. That moment was surreal. I knew what it was. I felt so very naughty, so wrong, so used and it made me so hot. He moved it in and out of me, mostly just the pleasure of seeing me fucked by it. I loved how knowing he was getting hard by controlling and using me this way. I tightened up though. My pussy convulsing a little and he had to stop.

He laid down on my bed and let me blow him as he played with my pussy. First fingering me then bottle fucking me again. It got to the point that I could barely give a decent blow job and was more just moaning around his cock. He came in my mouth and had me swallow him as I played with myself till I orgasmed.

Then we layed and cuddled more. It was great. I do love playing with him.

Shoes

So walking home I was daydreaming and decided that my tennis shoes would be a lot better if they were more like track spikes.

Speaking of shoes. Do you ever notice in porn how horrible the shoe choice is? I feel like so often I am really getting into a porn and then bam! they show her shoes. They are like pink or sparkly and ugly. Just so very very ugly! There has only been a handful of times that I thought "well wow, those help make this more hot." Usually they are cute and black or wicked and emitting of power.

I just spent a significant amount of time looking for a porn with said ugly shoes. I am at a loss. Then I tried looking for just shoes and got distracted with things I want.

So that was nice.

Today while I was at work my roommate texted me. "BTW the landlady is dropping by to check the heat." I texted back "ok when?" His reply was not good. "Now." See I had, had a bit of fun phone sex last night and in the morning since I had the house to myself I left my Dildo out on the bed to dry after cleaning it that morning. Also on my side table was my wrist restraints, which I have left out because I like looking at my new toy and trying them on at odd times. I know silly, but I don't get many presents. It still sort of makes me giddy to see them. I also had my top drawer open to get my chapstick, this is the same drawer I keep my condoms in. And to top it all off my normally rather clean house was messy. Messy to me that is. Perhaps not to others but it bothered me. Sigh. At least I did not have my computer OPEN to the porn that was on it when I came home. That would have been great.

Snow and Hot tubs

Boston drivers seem to forget that what snow is. Took me nearly 3 hours to get home from work today where normally it only takes 45 minute. I was not a happy camper when I got home. I ate a little food and started a nice hot bath. When I own a home the first thing I am going to buy is a hot tub. One for soaking. I don't care if its just a hole in the ground with hot water. That is what I want.

Hot tubs are like the place where fun sex is born. I feel like 90% of all threesomes start in a hot tub. I know mine did. I mean a couple drinks, close friends, hot water, eventual nakedness how can that not end well?

Vanilla can be yummy too.

So as you read this blog you may figure out that I am into kinky sex. But that is not to mean that I don't enjoy vanilla sex. Though I must admit I was actually pleasantly surprised when I found that I do enjoy regular sex. That may sound odd. But I jumped right into kinky sex, lost my virginity in a threesome. Which was awesome don't get me wrong. But it means up till Corvallis I had only had kinky partners. I was very happy when I found I was not so twisted sexually that I could still get off to vanilla sweet sex. Corvallis really made me quite happy and I miss him. I would of actually started a relationship with him if I had stayed on his side of the US. And this is a big thing for me to say since the idea of calling someone my boyfriend scares me. Actually just writing that was bad.

But moving on. I recently got to play with Metronerd and we had some really fun morning sex. Morning sex is great. Actually I adore being woke up by a hard cock, or better yet by fingers slide into my pussy. Yes morning sex rocks. Not to mention there is something incredibly nice waking up naked next to someone. So I woke up next to Metronerd and after just a little snuggling, my part I assure you, we had nice vanilla sex. The type that after leaves you warm and wet after. Actually the part that stands out the most was how much Metronerd came. So hot. After cuddling I snuggled down his body for little blow job and climbed on top. After grinding and riding his cock for a while he told me he wanted to watch me cum. So he handed me my toy and I quickly orgasmed next to him. I turned to help him and he finished. And wow, he shot so far. It was the first I have ever seen in person cum that much in real life. I must admit that I have sometimes in porn considered that cum shot to be a little bit of a lie; especially if the cock was off screen. But after watching this I am sure there is a little truth in it. Then we cuddled and took a hot shower and with that snow thats starting up thats just what a girl could want.

Should have been sleeping.

Quick note. So I know I should be sleeping but instead I played on /b/ for a while. Something that I actually never do.

Found this fun site that lets me record dirty little snippets.

Here are some.

http://vocaroo.com/?media=vgbquzVN8A6Z8Kn8p

http://vocaroo.com/?media=vt5KXaD67FYinmKO7
http://vocaroo.com/?media=viyEiSWs3OxpHDzEp
http://vocaroo.com/?media=vj882xx3dLtBdi6up

I am well aware that they are rather made of shite.

I also have no idea how long there are on the site.

Aprons and cooking naked.

A couple years ago I bought this cute little green Vera Bradly apron. This apron oddly enough I lusted after for months. I have a hard time justifying buying things for myself. And an apron just seemed like a silly thing. But now I love owning it; Because cooking while naked is fun.

Personally really I think could play nudist for a while as long as its warm enough. So when I am alone I rarely get dressed. Making treats while naked is somehow a little exciting. Also cooking in just an apron with someone watching is VERY fun. The best is when they come over to spoon you while standing, wrapping their arms around you. Maybe having a hard cock pressed against your body. Yum.

I like this picture because of the apron and her glasses really. I think its rather cute. I am not a huge fan that they are having sex on the stove which seems so very very unsafe.

Abby got a present!

Wrist restraints. So Metronerd got me a Christmas present last night. A pair of these really pretty wrist restraints. They are soft yet sturdy. I absolutely love them. I have not actually gotten the chance to use them yet. I opened my present then sort of went back to the couch to watch a movie. Where he then took control. So hot when he does that. He first had me blow him, something that I love to do with his cock. Not only does he taste yummy but the size of its perfect of making myself push that little bit into discomfort. Which to me is hot. He had me ride him for a while on the couch. I felt very naughty for two reasons. One there is a window right in front of me when I did this. Two I had a conversation with the Roomie earlier jokily about sex on said couch. And that I should not leave stains with my nymphomaniac ways. He had suggested a towel, but really sex on couches is not always planned out. Then he turned me around and fucked me from behind. Till I was actually worried about sound, the wall next to the couch is actually the entry way of the who apartment complex. Sound carries VERY well.

We went to the bed instead. Sex was hard and fast, I wanted him to fuck me hard. Begged him to; and he obliged. In the end he pulled out and had me use my vibrator on myself so he could watch me fuck my pussy till I came. It was so fun panting I turned to help him and he came. It always still amazes me to watch me cum hard. I mean its like a water gun sometimes. It shot out so far! Very fun to watch. We calmed down and I demanded cuddles.

A little rough play

So last night my Sir can to play. When I texted him to let him know I had some free hours he told me we would come over and that I should be ready for him. I must admit I got rather giddy and rushed home. I cleaned up a little and waited, he continued texting me. The ones that really stand out were that I should shower and be as naked as possible when I meet him at the door (I wore my robe open) and that I should eat a really light dinner because he wanted to use me roughly and did not want to make me throw up. That second part made my head spin. My Sir is a bit of a Sadist. But he is also so incredibly sweet and caring to me. He has never hurt me with out warming me up and always ramps it up so very slowly. I really enjoy what he does and found myself really craving a rough spanking. I am a little afraid to tell him because I am also scared of it.

He came over and I greeted him with a naked kiss. My stomach was full of butterflies and I wobbled a little. And though I was very ready to just jump into playing; my Sir is good to me and does a good amount of preplay and aftercare. Something I have found that I really need. So he had me lay naked next to him and cuddle while he pulled and twisted on my nipples. I relaxed into his touch easily and felt myself both melt into him just as much as my arousal rose. He told me he wants to tie my nipples up and pull them while he fucks me or tie up my whole breast tight enough it leaves marks. Just saying these things while playing with my nipples makes me so wet and want him. He had me wriggling and begging. At one point I talked back in some sarcastic way, I really still don't remember what I said. But he took it out on my ass hard. Left a nice little red mark. I must admit I wanted more. I really want him to leave a mark on me. He had me give him a long blow job, slowly. Which for me is strangely hard to do. I want to slide that cock deep into my throat. But he kept me going so very slow. When he had me move so he could finger me while still blowing him he was shocked at how wet I was. And truthfully I was a little amazed too. I was so wet that it was actually dripping out of my pussy.

So I think he changed his mind with what he wanted. Because he has been very forward that he wants to beat my ass with his belt. Instead he had me lay on my back, head to the side. He fucked my face and had me blow him as he fingered me. This position is so very fun because my cunt is left open for him and at the same time I get a cock shoved into my throat. I was grunting and moaning around his cock. Something I know he loves. With him its always a very wet blow job too, lots of spit and precum on my lips and face. I think this may because he often likes to pull his cock out and rub it on my face. He also really likes me licking and sucking on his balls, I adore the sounds he makes when I do this. He has mentioned that he wants me to lick his ass. I am hesitant but feel that I can trust him, so we will see.

While I was doing this he started really finger fucking me. Hooking his finders just right. When I got so very close to cumming I guess I either go super wet or my muscles started contracting. Sir started whispering in my ear asking if I had come for him, and which I was so close. I said no and then he said I better finish myself off or else. For some reason the threat was really hot. He later said that I had shot out a lot of liquid into his palm. I don't think I squirted since its not something I have done. But I do get really really wet with him so maybe. Well in bed I moved to finger my clit and then I came so fast. My whole body shaking with orgasm. He laid back and came holding my hair so I could swallow him down. Then we cuddled as I panted.

Short and sweet story for you my dear blog.

A Nice Red Ass

This porn review is one of Kami Tora's. I love this artist. If you read my blog you will see more of his work. There is so much I love about this picture. The use of color on her ass and cheeks. How the black white and grey are so stark to each other. How he is all dressed up. Speaking of which Metronerd came over and took to heart that I sometimes like him dressed me naked. Damn it was hot. He wore is work clothes; nice slacks, button up shirt, shiny shoes and belt. Oh yum. We were going out to dinner first and I had to keep myself from jumping him. in this picture I must say I like her half dressed, the stockings are a great touch. I love how in control he is in this situation and how hot it makes her. The wetness in the picture is great the obvious dripping from her pussy and her left over tears from her rough spanking. I just love this, I think its just perfectly erotic.

A Gift

So I enjoy writing stories but I have been given a few also. Here is one I got for my Birthday a couple years ago.

To my Bella,

Happy Birthday sweetheart!!!

Your Chicito.

Because She Dabbles Meticulously

(Actual title not really applicable.)

Consciousness started to slowly swim back into Karen's mind, she opened her eyes only to see the dim light through the thin red fabric over her eyes. As she tried to reach up to take fabric away, her wrist is met with a strong resistance. A gasp escapes her lips as the memories of the night before, and the sensations of her surrounding slowly creep back in, realizing her current position as a smirk plays at her lips.

“Dave?” She calls out in a husky voice, her voice hurting from all the screaming the night before. “Oh god, you had better not have just left me here.” Tugging at her restraints, unable to break them. She tests each one, grinning as she cannot pull her arms to cover her, nor spread her legs out. Just the thought of how spread and open she is to whoever would walk in elicits a moan to escape her throat. Feeling her pussy start to heat up, her thighs starting to ache as the arousal spreads through her body. A sudden, soft breeze flows over her body, traveling up her legs. Arching her back as the cool air moves over her stomach, up between her breasts. Her nipples stiffen as she presses her chest into the air, lifting her hips from the mattress, another low moan escaping her lips.

“Are you having fun fucking absolutely nothing?” A low voice enters her ear. Karen jerks, pulling at every restraint, letting out a scream.

“FUCK you, David! You just scared the shit out of me!” her heart racing, just the presence of him in the room making her pussy quiver for him.

“I can tell.” The sound of his evil laughter making her whimper, turning her head toward the direction of his voice. She throws her head back with a sudden gasp as the feeling of his hands caress her thighs, his nails digging into her skin lightly, dragging down her legs. “But don't let that stop you.”

Not being able to do much in retaliation, she moans softly as his hands wander her legs. She mentally begs his hands further up with each pass, disappointed each time, her mind willing him to use her. She growls in protest when his hands move up around her hips, trailing up her sides, shaking lightly as his fingers tickle her, biting her lip to hold in the laughter. Again with a moan as he lightly caresses her breasts, cupping and massaging gently.

“Be rough, abuse me like you did last night... Please?” she begs in a whisper. She is answered only by a sharp pain in her nipples. Letting out a confused squeal of delight, swearing his hands never left her body, she jerks lightly at the beautiful pain. “Yesss!” she hisses. She writhes as more confusion settles over her as his hands never leave her breasts, playing softly at whatever the hell is clamped to her now sore nipples. This continuing, another sensation coming from her thighs, something cool and hard. Her eyes widen behind the blind as her mind wraps around what it is, but it is too late. The object enters her slowly, the sheer width of it spreading her wide.

“Oh... OH.. OH GODDDDD!!!” she moans out as her head falls back, her hips rising to take more of it into her dripping sex. Her mind and body become flooded with pleasure as the object penetrates her relentlessly, her pussy stretching around the invader. Thrashing lightly at her binds, her hips pushing up further, wanting more of it inside her, she claws at the air. More and more of this unknown phallus fills her, her pussy reacting to the penetration by leaking her juices all over it.

“Well, I knew you would like it, but not this much... Do you want faster yet?” His words almost lost on her as she fights to stay sane, the absolutely full feeling flooding her mind.

“F... Faster?” The question catching her off guard, as she still feels his hands massaging her chest, only now starting to move lower on her body. The object finally collides with her cervix, resting and staying stationary, making her groan, her hips moving on their own. Crying out softly, wanting it to move again, “YES!!! MAKE IT FUCK ME!!”

“As you wish.” his velvet voice washes over her as the object moves back. She groans as it exits her, pulling again, futilely, as she feels her pussy actually grope for it, the sudden empty feeling causing her to panic slightly.

“No no no!! Put it back! I waaaaa-oooooOOOOHHH!” her plea cut short as she feels it invade once more, this time faster, penetrating without any remorse. As fast as it was there, it was gone again, leaving her to catch her breath, trying to relax, waiting for another thrust. Just like clock work, it was back once more, faster still. Whatever it was, she loved it, loved how it filled her, stretched her wanting pussy.

In and out, accelerating to the point where she is unable to differentiate between it entering and leaving. Her hips wild, her body shaking, she suddenly becomes painfully aware how bad her clit is aching. Again trying to reach down, only to be held back, she growls. The object fucking her feeling so sinfully delicious, but it's not enough. She wants to cum, she needs it, but is powerless to to make herself. Knowing this only makes the desire so much more.

Panting and moaning at every thrust, her mind playing tricks on her as she swears that there is yet another stimulation. Aside from David's hands over her body, whatever is clamped firmly to her nipples, and this glorious... machine?... that is fucking her, she feels something light and teasing over her clit. Not caring if it is real or not, she let's out a half moan, half scream at this new feeling, letting it wash over her body as she feels the slight approach of orgasm.

The sensation on her clit becomes more intense, and she shudders. Her mind starts to blend the feelings, her mouth opening and drawing in a sharp breath. She goes to scream as the fire of her climax builds in her womb, spreading through her body slowly, threatening it's inevitable release, however no sound escapes. She feels herself loosing control of her body, her arms pulling at the restraints on their own. She kick her legs slightly, only to have them held back. A shrill scream reaches her ears, and before she realizes that it is her own voice, her body explodes.

The pleasure races through her body, as she thrashes against the unrelenting abuse, her muscles pulsing in every part of her body. The wonderful agony sweeps through her mind, as it threatens to overload from the sensations. “FUCK FUCK!!!! GOD YESSS!!! OH YESSSSSS!” she screams, spasming as pure extacy quakes through her body.

Finally, the intensity begins to subside, her muscles aching, the object slowing with the fade of her climax. Sore and totally exhausted, she feels the object leave her... as well as every other sensation, the same breeze cooling her body, her heart still racing. She collapses against the mattress, catching her breath when she feels a pair of lips press against hers. Moaning, she kisses back, sucking on the presented tongue. After the kiss, she feels those heavenly lips move down her jawline, over her neck, and around her ear lobe, tugging lightly, bringing out an exhausted groan from her throat.

“I can't wait until you can return the favor, beautiful.” The soothing female voice is the last thing Karen hears before she slips back into unconsciousness.

Book club!

Kinky book club was fun! So I joined a book club from Fetlife back in November. The first book we read was Leather and the Pursuit of Happiness by Steve Lenius. It was a good book that touched on a lot of the leather scene. If you want to take a look at it here is the amazon link, since it can not be really found in book stores or libraries (I know I tried). http://www.amazon.com/Life-Leather-Pursuit-Happiness-community/dp/0984300228 or you can check out the website at http://www.lifeleatherpursuit.com/
For December, the book club hosted a special event - a lecture and discussion on sexual identity by Allan Hunter. A sociology, feminism, gender identity, and sexual identity writer. It was very fun. We met in the Boston University Women's Resource Center. Which was a nice little comfy setting. Lots of couches and pillows, it was like sitting in a very big living room. Thus is was super informal and towards the end it sort of became all of us talking about our own personal feeling on gender and the feminine or the masculine. The basis for Mr. Hunter's lecture was his paper entitled, "Same Closet, Different Door: A Heterosexual Sissy's Coming-Out Party," which can be read online here: http://home.earthlink.net/~ahunter/Same_Closet_Diff_Door/hpsissy.html

His lecture had a lot to do with his childhood and how he came to understand himself as a heterosexual feminine man. I always enjoy hearing about how different people work with gender and gender roles.

Condoms can be sexy

Condoms are a necessary evil. Until the point where I feel safe enough to be fluid bonded with my partner I will have to use them. I have no want for any STI's not to mention pregnancy is just not something I can have in my life right now. Condoms have the stigma of not being sexy or fun. I have heard men talk about how they ruin sensation. I have seen it actually, condom goes on, cock turns off. But to me condoms are sexy, because mentally I associate then with me getting fucked. Having a growled "Condom now" make my juices flow.

I recently tried using flavored condoms. Now for blow jobs I actually would much more prefer my partner bare. BUT putting a condom on a hard cock with your mouth is so much fun. And I mean that in a sort of childish "look no hands" hands way. And actually surprisingly simple. I would recommend starting with flavored condoms because most condoms spermicide tastes awful. First you unwrap the condom and place in on your mouth so that the reservoir time is facing in. Being careful press the edges against the back of your teeth and lips. You really want to make sure not to nick or tear the condom. Then make an "O" you can slide the tip on the head of the penis. Personally I sort of like to show the guy the condom in my mouth, in a "see how cool I am" way. But I love oral...anything. A good thing to note at this point is that you can push the tip of the reservoir to the top of your mouth. This will keep out unwanted air bubbles. From here either hold the cock yourself, or have your partner hold. I like my partner to hold his cock, more for the look no hands feeling. Then using your tongue and lips slide the condom on. I have yet to master a way to get it all the way to the base but this may be a size issue more than my mouth. I have had the pleasure of doing this a handful of times. I would do it more but I need to look into a different brand because the ones I used were quite thick. Thus my man had a hard time orgasming inside me.

Now about the picture for today. This is one I have had saved for some time. There is something inherently cute about it. Innocent and yet at the same time she is clearly inviting him to have sex. I also lover the way her body is portrayed in this picture. So often in sexual protrayals of women both in art and porn the bodies are perfect or better than perfect. This girl is just a little round, not in a realistic way but still. The exposed breasts with hand still holding her sweater up lead me to think she has just laid back and is looking back to her lover. I find mirroring her smile. Overall not perhaps the most erotic of pictures. But cute and sexy none the less. Also I want a pair of underwear like that.

The Art of a Quickie

I am sitting on my couch in the light of my tiny Christmas tree which perfectly sits in its coffee cup. I must say I rather love this little tree. It transforms my small apartment into this magical space. Anyway today thought I would give a bit of a personal story and talk about how awesome quickies are.

I did not start having sex until I was out of college. It can be well assumed by that time that I was well acquainted with my body and what I need to get off quickly, hotly and... well efficiently. I can honestly say I had it timed down to the minute; should I want to get off between class and practice. This also means that I never did that sneaking around stuff in high school. Nor did I do any hiding from roommates in college. But there is something to be said in that fast quickie with your partner.

Why I like quickies may differ from others. I think part of this has to do with the lucky talent I have at getting wet rather easily. I love the excitement of the act and pressing need in both partners. The aggressive desire and roughness often accompanied in the act. I was lucky to have a rather fun quickie recently.

I had my friend, Metronerd, over for dinner and movies. We had actually planed the evening so that us fucking would be hard to do. We are currently working on becoming better friends. I know that we work well in bed but for us we started sex quite early on in our friendship. After a yummy home cooked dinner we were both relaxing on the couch. I was warmly cuddled into the crook of his arm while we snuggled under the blanket. I am well aware that I was instigating something with my physical closeness, I had decided that I wanted to play around at some point in the night but he was sticking to the plan. But as we went into our third show on hulu I was pretty sure nothing was going to happen. My roommate was going to come home at anytime.

I knew he was fiddling around with his penis but was kindly ignoring it like you do when male friends adjust themselves. Then when the next commercial came on he roughly grabbed my hair and pulled my down to his cock. I practically started vibrating with excitement. But it was his voice that did it for me, as it often does. Calmly he just told me to "Suck." And so I did. I always love that first moment when I get a hard begging cock in in my mouth. His hand tightened in my hair and I hungrily slid him in and out of my mouth. Pushing him deep in my mouth so my nose and lips pressed against the roughness of his jeans. He pulled me up and ordered me to turn off the tv. I jumped to it and then went to go back to get more of that delicious cock in my mouth. He let me for barely a moment before he pulled me off making me stand while I whined for more.

He pulled me to my room and my heart was pounding. I was overwhelmed with want and loved how he took control in that moment. He just told me "Knees" I dropped down and started in on his cock again. Having fun at this angle to see how often I could get him to hit the back of my throat. He growled for me to strip, and I did but what made me just melt was that he added a deep "slowly." Getting yourself to move slowly when all you want is to move fast and get off is so hard. I was naked on my knees looking up at him clothed and reached down and was overwhelmed by how wet I was. The next few moments were a blur. He stripped, a condom was found, and I was on my hands and knees begging. He fucked me hard. But then just when I wanted more he pulled out. He laid down took my hair and had me take him in my mouth as he finished. So hot. I swallowed all his cum and played until he was sensitive and had me stop. It did not take much for me to orgasm after him. Just a little help with my dildo and I was left gasping.

We got dressed in under a minute. Then ran back to the living room and were making cookies as my roommate came home. I felt so very sneaky that I had to keep my self from giggling. Sitting next to him the rest of the night I felt like I had a fun naughty secret.

Written Erotica

While erotic comics hold a special place in my heart as one my first introductions to porn. I really can't talk about my love for erotica with out talking about its written form. Sex was always off screen in my early books or oddly metaphorical like in Stranger in a Strange Land. Though looking back on that one I think its because they were all group sex commune like scenes. One of the first sex scenes I read was actually a rape in Clan of the Cave Bear by Jean M. Auel. I do realize this is a bit twisted. That being said the sex was done doggy style. I, the innocent late bloomer freshman in high school that I was, could not for the life of me figure out how to make the words and my mental image match. See in my head they were doing it missionary style. Something I sort of assumed was the position always used in sex. I am not sure how I gained this information my guess is fleeting images from films. It was months before I had this A-ha! moment with that sex scene. Which just goes to show you how much I kept coming back to it.

I never really did get into the those trashy romance novels that almost every girl will tell you they grew up reading. That is not to say I don't enjoy some of them I just tend to prefer mine to be full of more smut. Take for example the Anita Blake series by Laurell K. Hamilton. I am well aware that often the plots in these are thin and that they may not be the best written books. But I still love them. More on this at a later date.

One erotica that I easily fell into was fan fiction. Now I must admit early in this blog I am a geek. I am rather proud if it and am happy in my identity within it. But fan fiction was my dirty little secret. I think because for every story I read that was general adventure I read two dirty smut fics. Some of my first kinks was introduced to me in fan fiction. Thank God. This is also because I tend to lean away from romance stories. I just can't bring myself to care too much. So I often went right to the kinks.

Fan fiction was the first time I found flogging as something that turned me on. I don't remember the title but it had to do with something like "Ringing my Bell" and it had to do with a top flogging his bottom until he cried out at just that tone that he wanted. Yes, it was a slash story. Slash for those not in the know is a commonly used term for male on male stories. I am in no way a big slash fan but sometimes power dynamics in those stories really turn my crank. So around this time when I started really looking for and reading erotica I found first Yahoo chat and later Babblesex. This was back when on yahoo you could go to rooms and pretty much solicit cyber sex with random people. Cybering referring to in my case writing back and forth a sex scenes. I thought to myself "wow self, your'e not a great writer but you are so much better than many of these horny people" and so I started into cybering. Often not always just for my own arousal but for curiosity. It was only a couple years ago that I started saving some of those. I plan on sharing some with this blog. Though I want to format them a little better. I also wrote a couple short stories, well sex scenes really since there is no real plot. That is what I plan to share today! Chosen at random really from my computer. This one in particular I wrote for a friend while I was working an open house for my parents.

I am sitting on the black couch relaxing with my computer, one leg tucked under the other, waiting for customers, listening to Nickelback’s new song. Please don’t judge to harshly. Stretching out I kick off my tan two inch wedges, placing them neatly on the ground next to me. I am wearing a tan pleated skirt that is a little tight to my body till a little above my ankles where it flairs out in ruffles. I am wearing brown undershirt that has little beads tied into the lace that covers my breasts. I am wearing a many layered necklace of small brown and white beads. I rather like this necklace because each time I bend or move I and feel it against my skin. Then over the shirt I am wearing a white blouse that is a large V and comes together at my tummy. I never put my contacts in so I am wearing my glasses and my hair is half up and down.

Suddenly I jump my phone going off, I scramble to grab it. Flipping it open I see that it’s a text from you. “Busy?” Smiling, bring my legs up under me and text you back.

“No” Simple and to the point because I have Never gotten good at texting.

“Want some company?” I bite my lower lip, giggling to myself, physically happy at the idea.

“Yes, please.”

“k, see you in 10” I put the phone down on the table and Jump up running to the half-bath. Looking in the mirror I pat down my hair, I put on a little more lip shimmer. Satisfied, I do a quick turn-around checking myself. I slide my heels back on.

Then I move back to my couch fingers twittering, and inane grin on my face. Hands needing something I reach for my knitting, which of course I brought. Despite the face I rarely finish project and they are often quite square. Between each stitch I look up out the window, waiting for your car. Ten minutes being the eternity that it is, I get distracted by my knitting noticing that I had dropped a stitch, swearing under my breathe I bare down on my project concentrating. And by swearing I mostly mean grumbling at my own stupidity.

Hearing the door open, my head pops up eyes wide. The professional welcome on my lips dies when I see you step in eyes on me. You give a little wave smirking. I move to stand but am entangled in my knitting, yarn wrapped around my wrist and fingers. I look down growling a little as I move my knitting to the side you walk over and sit on the arm rest of the couch. “How was your day?” “Good, I finally got all my laundry done and got some groceries in the car.” I lean my head against your waist, “hmm, this house is never going to sell, and it’s so nice.” Twisting your fingers into my hair, you say “It’s just not a good neighborhood, but it will work out don’t worry” I put my hand on your knee drawing doodles with my fingers. “Ah, But I like to worry” I look up at you with over exaggerated knitting of the eyebrows my lips in something that resembles a frown; but is more me contorting my face. (Sitting here I am trying to think of how I actually frown and it felt weird so I looking the mirror and could not figure out what I wanted a frown to look like) You cup the back of my head “Your frown sucks” which I know it does. I break into a grin unable to hold the face. I reach up and grab your head my fingers gripping your hair and I pull you down for a kiss. You respond by leaning down further kissing me with more energy. I tighten my grip on your hair as you lean down a little more and fall on top of me.

I let out a small oof, “not here, not here” You let out a sigh, leaning your forehead against my chest. I push you up and stand, you are sitting on the couch now fixing your clothes. I grab your hand, “come on” breathlessly pulling you. “come on there is another room, hurry” I tug you again. You jump to your feet a smile practically spitting your face. I walk by the door shutting it. I turn so that I am walking a backward my heels clicking on the hardwood, I smile to myself and stop and lean up grabbing your shoulders. I whisper a little embarrassed and empowered at the same time “I want you to fuck me, right now” I blush a little at my forwardness, flushed with my own need.

I pull you into blind spot in the house, squatting down I pull at your pants undoing your belt and unzipping the fly. I slide down your pants taking in your semi hard cock with hungry eyes. I lick it, and then take it fully into my mouth with ease. I suck on making small noises in the back of my throat as I look up at you, you looking down at me. Slick with my spit I stand up my hand sliding up and down its length. I nibble on your neck breathing heavy as I rub my body against you. My groin rubbing against your hip; I lean up kissing your chin. “I want you to take me right here, in the open.” I capture you mouth in a kiss. You kiss back hungrily grabbing my head and forcing me to kiss you hard, I come up to the tips of my toes as I lean against you. My hand still on your cock and I squeeze slightly and then pull off my fingers trailing off touching the tip. My fingers lay idly on your head as I become absorbed in the kiss. I break away on from the kiss with some muscle. “Now” I pant, I need you now.”

I let out a moan at your grin and you switch positions with me, pressing me against the wall. Grabbing at my skirt you start pulling it up. My hands run through your hair pulling a little, when you let out a growl of frustration “Your skirt is too long.” I put my hands down and to help you. My skirt bunched up around my hips, you lay your hands on my pussy, wet already. My underwear damp, you slid one finger along my slit from the outside and I buck my hips let out a cry. I grab your hair in my fist and force you to kiss me quick. Panting I beg you. “Please fuck me hard,” I let out a whine “now.” I punctuate this by grabbing at your hips. Pulling at you, a small noise growing in my throat, I lick your chin purring.

Pulling at my underwear, the other hand holding my skirt up you again let out a growl of frustration. I reach down and help you pull them down, wriggling letting them fall to the ground. Grabbing your collar I pull you close so I can kiss your mouth, biting on your lower lip a little. As you guide yourself in I let out a small moan, leaning my head back and biting my lower lip as I do.

You slide in fully and I lift one leg wrapping around you as you start to pump in and out. Leaning your forehead against my shoulder, I move my head to your shoulder biting hard. At my bite you increase your speed so that I am being pressed and pounded against the wall. Throwing my head back I hit the back of my head, which just makes me grab at you back more. I would be scratching at your skin but frustrated I met only with shirt. I pull at it anyway.

As you pound into me I bite my lip swallowing my scream. It more than just the sensation of you fucking me it’s the knowledge of where we are. The adrenaline rush from out naughty actions. My body starts shacking with an intense orgasm, holding tight to you so I don’t fall. You pump in and out a couple more times, and then explode, with a small groan leaning into me to muffle the sound. We slide down on the wall, both clinging to the other while we pant catching our breath. You twist you head slightly and lay a kiss on my neck and I murmur in happiness snuggling closer to you.

I whisper to you as you nip on my ear between syllables making me gasp. “As much as I would like to lay here,”

“Yeah” you pull out of me and messily pull up your pants and put yourself in order.

I stand and smooth out my skirt and shirt. I turn to you and tell you to stand still so I can use you glasses as a mirror to fix my hair and mascara. Just as I am fixing my bra under my shirt I hear the knock at the door. My eyes widen and grab your hand and pull you closer to the door; opening a window on the way.

Hello! I move right into my sales persona. You lean against another wall and smile. I start to lead them with a tour around the house; you following at a respectable distance; making me smile as I give them details of the house, gesturing and silently making jokes.

As we turn to the area of our play, I freeze. I quickly turn and grossly point to the opposite wall explaining something silly about windows. All the while I am signaling for you to hurry over and grab my underwear which I left of the floor. You move quickly jumping into action for me, stuffing them in your pocket. Then I continue the tour trying desperately to hide my blush from the customers.

*Small side note. Please don't steal any stories I put up. I am quite willing to share or write you something yourself. Just either credit me or ask. Thank you*

4chan... Oh my.

Ok this one. There are so many things that just do it for me in this picture. First off there is the obvious position of power that the man holds over her. She, on her knees looking up at the hand holding her leash and vibrator. She is owned by him in this moment. Completely his and loving it. I love the sheen of sweat on both of them, letting you think that the toys thrown about have already been in use. I like the straps on the bed lending to thoughts of bondage, of her tied up begging on the bed. I also find myself attracted to her outfit. Something thats not very normal for me. I don't always get the latex and rubber scene. Or spandex as I have been recently introduced to. It just does not really get my gears turning. But I like this outfit, with the exception of that worthless bow. I like the zipper, even though I am very unsure how my pussy would feel with that. Overall I think this picture incites some very naughty feelings in me. And I would really like to play out a scene like this someday.

Also I don't have citing for these because I get them almost always from 4chan. Yes, I am one of those girls. /d/ Often too. Shh. Don't tell.

Sad, no sex for me.

I did not get to play last night. It turned out my house mate was coming home and so I could not swing the spanking that I wanted and not wake him. Today is my day off and I am staying under the covers. My landlady has yet to fix the heat in the house so its freezing. I am not pleased about that. Not pleased at all.

I am a big fan of dirty comics. There are almost always more erotic to me than just pictures. I think this may be because some of the first porn I ever read were comics that my dad had stashed away. *Note after much looking I found the name!* Heavy metal comics.( http://www.heavymetal.com/) They were always very twisted and never actually just about sex. I seem to remember pictures of naked women or of odd predicaments. But I can't actually remember if there was sex. Anyway due to the internet I now don't have to sneak to the bathroom or closet to read and stare at pictures and comics. So from time to time I will share ones that I have found that I like and why.

First Post

I figure I may as well just start this little project. Its one I have been meaning to do for some time. And what better time then when I am broke and can not afford to pretend to go out! So this blog is a place for me to sort of throw down all my dirty thoughts. Tell some personal stories and have fun with sex. A little about me, I am sure more will come out over time but just to get you started. First off I am a woman. I am 25 almost 26 birthday is in January, I already feel old. I consider myself bisexual but really think I may be a 2 on the Kinsey scale. I am intensely interested in sex. And I don't just mean that in the way that I like to fuck. I like to read about it, think about it and study it. That being said I consider myself kinkier than most but am well aware that I am not as kinky as possible.

Thats all for now because I just called my current play partner and convinced him to drive over to play for a hour.