Tuesday, December 31, 2013

real anal.

     What is anal sex like for me?  Let me tell you.

     I can't imagine it being any other way.  I saw a movie last night, in which a woman asked another, if she lets her husband "take her from behind".  After a negative response, showing concern for pain, the first woman continues.  "If you put use a dildo in your pussy, the feeling is out of this world!"  Bullshit.  Instantly, I feel that this must be written by a man.

     Men have asked me, while prodding my ass with their cocks, if I ever get my holes mixed up.  Mostly, because they frequently try to enter my ass while searching for my pussy, most often when in a spoon position.  One actually asked me, if that's how I started playing with my ass.  Because I did it by mistake.  This tells me, that these men  have absolutely no idea, what it is like to get fucked in the ass.  It's like mistaking your cock for your asshole.  Men have an ass, most don't want it touched, and if they do, it's just a little prostate massage with one finger.  From their own experience having an asshole, they certainly should be able to conclude that having an enormous cock in there, isn't for every girl.

     So, why do women have anal sex?  I can only speak from personal experience, but I could venture into some possible explanations.  Because it's taboo, dirty, bad, and it feels good to be naughty.  Because men enjoy it, and women are self sacrificing like that.  Because they think it's going to feel good, or going to get better, if you keep going.  Why do men want to fuck a girl in the ass?  It’s tighter, it’s taboo, it’s slightly sadistic.  Deep down, they know women don’t like it.  Stirs up those feelings of being an adolescent boy, who thought more about losing his virginity, than who it was with.  Did things to girls not because it pleased them in any way, sometimes specifically because it didn't, just to be able to relay them in  the locker room.            

     Not to say that I don't enjoy ass play.  I do.  I love the outside being rubbed with a wet finger, while my pussy is being licked.  I enjoy fingers inserted in there, as long as they're not to far in, and as long as my clit is getting stimulated.  I prefer something short, and thick, actually.  And only when I'm trying to come.  Otherwise, I'm not interested.  

     And yes, I'm not trying to hide the fact; I do come, on a regular basis, with something in my ass.  This should tell you how different having an entire cock, or even part of one, in your ass, is!  You would think I would be the perfect candidate for enjoying anal.  Well, I hate to break it to you.  That said, I often find myself in that position.   

     A man is playing with my ass, as I rub my clit with a vibrator.  Very pleasurable.  He dirty talks, we make out, he presses his cock against the side of me, showing me how it turns him on.  I haven't come yet, so I'm bearing down, trying to reach out to him with my ass, imploring him to dig further, to find that miraculous spot that will make me explode.  The feeling of coming is all too fleeting; I've only felt it once or twice, in a half hour or so.  He asks, "Would you like me to stick the tip of my cock in?"  Eager to come, I say yes.  It's happened many times before, where he sticks it in ever so slightly, and that's enough to send me over the edge.  In hindsight, I have to admit that it's probably the thought of him putting it in, that did it, in the past.  The fantasy.  I get on my knees, and elbows, and continue to rub my clit with the vibe.  I hear him squeeze out some lube, and squish it over his cock.  I enjoy having my ass in the air, confidently spreading my cheeks, putting it on display for him.  Then, perhaps my favourite part, next to the orgasm, he lubes up my asshole.  He takes a little bit, and almost pushes it inside.  This feel so sexy, I can't even tell you.  The anticipation is wildly erotic.  He takes another blob, and gently pushes in against my asshole.  Puts a finger in, spreading it inside as well.  Put a couple fingers in, and I'm relaxing it for him, imagining that this pleases him very much.  I'm telling you, I love my ass being played with.  If that's not abundantly clear, then I have failed here.  He positions himself, and I feel the tip dancing over the outside of my asshole.  No, this is my favourite part.  I want him to do this forever, driving me mad.  I open it for him, begging him in, but he doesn't give it to me.  I feel his hand on my ass cheek, pulling it apart.  Then, I feel it.  He points his cock directly at my ass, and slowly begins to press.  There is so much lube, that I don't even need to be ready.  I don't even need to let him in; he just does it.  Slow down, slow down.  You have to go so slow, you don't even realize.  The only way I can come from this, is if you let me come to you.  You let me open up, and take you in.  You can't get to that spot, unless I relax and take you in.    Half of what we do, when you're beside me playing with my asshole, while I vibrate my clit, is exactly that.  We're waiting for my body to be able to relax enough to do that, my mind included.  That's what all this foreplay is about.  The romancing, the massaging, the imagery.  Making my body open up, so it can come.  

     He's given me too much, too fast, but I'm still trying to catch up, and get to that place.  I know I can.  It almost feels good, with me rubbing my clit; almost there, almost there, I just need to relax it, and let him in.  He's good, in that, he doesn't thrust immediately.  But after a while of me trying to come, he needs to move, to soothe his erection.   If that doesn't work, this might, he thinks.  Some slow thrusting.  The extraction feels better than going in, but I won't come like this, so I stop trying to bear down.  It's hard to describe how it feels at this point, but it isn't pleasurable, even with my vibe pressed hard against me.  It's isn't painful exactly, and he's enjoying himself, how can he not be?  It feels intrusive, and foreign.  Like a backwards shit.  Just hurry up, and come.  Fuck me harder if it helps, it all feels the same.  “Yeah, baby!  Fuck that ass!  You like it?  Fuck, yeah!  That’s what you want!  Isn’t it, baby?”     

     Afterwards, I feel cold, and weak.  Every part of me aches.  I take a hot shower, and shiver.  I always think I'm coming down with something.  And the next time, I do it all over again.  Because I love getting fucked in the ass.

Friday, December 20, 2013

vanilla.

     The first time with a new lover, is always exciting for me.  

     You get to find out what pleases them, which can widely differ from what you've done with your past lover.  It may be a bit clumsy, but is also something new, and fresh.  Out of routine.  You almost have to learn how to make love all over again, with this new person.  Now that your mind and body are active and alert again, you may discover new things that you enjoy, as well.  It's an opportunity to wipe the slate clean, and be a whole new person in bed.  With my last lover, we enjoyed a lot of interesting role-play, but after a while, you get tired of the same characters.  I'm eager to see what sexy new faces my new beau will make up.  I'm hoping it involves some bondage of some sort.   

     "Sooo," I purr in his ear, "What do you like?"  I kiss him on the mouth, giving him a flick of my tongue.  I'm straddling his waist in my bra and panties, pressing myself into his cock, through the thin veil of his boxers.  
     "Mmmm.  You're doing it."  Alright, not the most forthcoming, but I enjoy discovery.  I continue grinding, and my mouth drifts to his ear.  I nibble on the lobe, pulling it a little with my teeth.  "Ow!"  He says, looking at me, confused.  I smile, face probably blushing.  
     "Sorry.  I love a good bite on the ear."  I swallow any disappointment, and quickly get back on the horse, letting my mouth wander towards his nipples.  
     "Hey, hey," he stops me.  "Guys don't like that," he chuckles.  Now it's my turn to look quizzically.  
     "Actually, the last guy I dated, liked me to pinch them with clothespins."  I fail to mention that I did it with a ball gag in his mouth.  He laughs again.  
     "Why?"  I soften the situation, giggling, and raising my eyebrow.  
     "Would you like me to show you?" 
     "Umm ... not particularly," still looking at me, slightly amused, as if I'm joking.  Perhaps thinking more with my clit than my head, I press on.  He seems to like kissing me, so I put my lips on his.  He doesn't offer his tongue to me, so I give him mine.  
     "Put your mouth around it," I suggest.  "You can suck on it, if you like."  He doesn't take the bait, but resumes kissing me.  "Are you a good boy, or a bad boy?"  I venture.  
     "Umm,"  He answers, sounding a little embarrassed.  "I'm probably somewhere in between, I guess?" I grab his ass in my hand, and he raises his hands, "Whoa, whoa, whoa."  I playfully pout.  
     "Don't you want to play with me, Daddy?  Come, on.  What do you watch when you jerk off?"  He's cute when he's bashful, so I don't save him from answering.  
     "I don't usually watch anything," he says.  Continuing with, "Pics of naked girls, maybe?" 
     "I like anything where the girl is submissive.  And she being made to do things," I offer.  
     Stunned, he replies, "Like, rape?"  Whoa.  Who is this guy?  Doesn't he watch porn?  I tried to describe a situation that was vague enough to encompass most porn videos around these days.  
     "Nooo," I say sweetly, "Like kink.  Role-play."  
     "Oh," he replies.  "Can't we just have sex?" 
     "Let me guess," I tease, "You on top, me on the bottom, with my legs bent?" 
     "Yeah," he says, seeming relieved, as if I've finally understood.  He goes back in for a kiss, eager to get me in that missionary position, I'm sure.  
     Despite my crying pussy, I admit, "This probably isn't going to work out."  I need my mind fucked, too; my emotions stimulated.  I want it to be exciting, sexy, dangerous, dirty.  I swing my leg over, getting off of him.  

     I proceed to my side table, getting out my vibrator.  "You can stay if you want.  Watch me get off.  You might even like it."  Not surprisingly, he grabs his pants, and is out the door.  Looking for a more vanilla experience, I guess.  I stimulate my pussy, thinking of riding him around the room like a pony, with that fantastic ball gag in his mouth.  Too bad.  He had a nice ass.                                                            

Sunday, December 8, 2013

bully (part two).

     I gasp, to see Jess standing in the doorway of my bedroom.

     "What are you doing, pervert?"  She scorns.  
     "What?"  I quickly stand.  "Nothing."  I have no idea what she is talking about.  She knows that even at seventeen, I've barely kissed a guy.  
     "Did you get off on spying me last night?"  I feel my face grow hot.  
     "I, I don't know what you're talking about," I stutter.  I'm an awful liar.  She takes a menacing step towards me.  
     "So it was you!  Ha!  I never took you for a little perv."  
     "I'm not!"  I retaliate.  "I didn't know ... I'm sorry!"  If I tried to explain, she wouldn't believe me.  That I didn't realize what she was doing.  
     "You like watching me get off?  Huh?"  She pushes my shoulders, forcing me to take a step backward.  
     "What?  No!!" 
     "You want the real thing?"  She pushes me again, and my heels butt up against the wall.  I close my eyes, and raise my arms to defend myself, but nothing happens.  I drop them, and watch her walk over to the door, and lock it.  Uh oh.

     "Jess, I swear ..."  I plead.  Usually she enjoys people watching her belittle me.  I figure it's going to be pretty bad if she wants privacy.  She grabs my shoulders, turns me around, and almost throws me back onto the bed.  To my confusion, she takes off her shirt.  While she's only a year older than me, her breast are much larger.  I've never really noticed them until now.  She grabs my feet, and holds them, while I struggle to get up.  She does this while moving on top of me, so she can straddle my waist.  We slap each other's hands, while she tries for my wrists.  She eventually grabs them, and leans forward onto them with all her weight.  
     "All this time, I never knew," she says, playfully.  I try to wrench away, but she continues, smiling.  "I never knew you were hot for me, you disgusting little pervert."  At that, she licks the side of my face.  "I bet you sit outside my door, listening to me, while rubbing your pussy.  It's alright.  You can tell me."  She pushes her chest into my face, almost smothering me.  The lace on her bra chafes me.  
     "Stop!"  I yell, though muffled.  She changes position, now kneeling on my arms, so her hands are free.  She reaches back, grabbing my crotch.  I try to kick her, but she's up too high now.  She undoes my jeans, and slides them off my hips.  "What are you doing??"  I say, exasperatingly.  She touches me over my underwear, pressing the palm of her hand into my pubic bone.  Exhausted, I stop kicking for a moment.  
    "See?  You like it, don't you?  You want me."  I let out a groan, half another attempt to break free, half something else I can't quite put my finger on.  

     She grinds herself into my chest, into what little there is, anyway.  My breasts are much smaller, but my nipples get hard from the sensation.  She pulls her own pants down, alternating between kneeling, and standing on my arms, in order to do so.  She grabs my wrists again, this time straddling my face.  I can feel the warmth of her through her underwear.  She feels hot, and damp, and is very fragrant.  She grinds herself on my face, as I try to turn away.  This is the most humiliating moment of my life.  I can already picture her telling her friends about it, making me a laughing stock.  That I'm hot for my own stepsister.  At that, she turns around, and rubs her butt on my face.  She takes my hands, and brings them to her chest.  She makes me grab her breasts, which I can barely fit into each handful.  She lets go, and I let go; she leads them back, until I keep them there.  She shimmies off her underwear, and resumes sitting on my face.  She reaches forwards, touching me underneath my underwear.  She licks her finger, and finds a spot between my legs that paralyzes me with an intense feeling.  She grabs my hands over her breasts again, reminding me to keep kneading them.  She sits back, almost suffocating me with her ass.  The only way I can breathe, is if I keep my face forward, between her cheeks.  She grinds on me, forcing me to pleasure her, but I won't.  I am not a pervert.  She rubs me more steadily, and I feel myself getting very wet.  Her large breasts fill my hands, and I feel her rubbing herself, as well.  I feel a great absence, as she takes her hand away from between my legs.  She uses both her hands to spread her ass cheeks, right in my face.  
     "Do it," she demands.  "Do it, and I'll let you go."  I shake my head, as much as I can, anyway.  "Do it, and I'll touch you again."  She slides my underwear over my hips, and rubs me there again briefly, and a moan escapes my mouth.  "Be good, and I'll let you go.  I'll never bother you again."  She withdrawals her hand, and I would give anything to have it back.  She holds her ass open for me.  I have no choice but to lick it.  I do it tentatively, feeling very ashamed, and embarrassed.  But it's the only way to end this.  I lick her rosebud of an asshole, and she rubs my pussy again.  I squeeze her tits, and they overflow in my hands.  She rocks back, wanting me to stick it in.  I hold it out as hard as I can, and she bounces back on it.  She's rubbing herself, and seems to me getting very excited.  I find it hard to concentrate on what I'm doing, because the way she's touching me, makes me wants to melt into the bed.  I keep my tongue hard and straight, and she seems on the verge of getting what she wants.  
    "Yes,"  she cries.  "Yes!  Yes!  Yes!  Ooohhh ..."  She sinks into me for a moment, then swings her leg over, and stands beside the bed.  I cover my face in shame.  

     Then, I feel her breath beside me, into my ear.  "Don't worry, little sis.  I won't tell anyone your perverted little secret."  I hear her grab her clothes, and slam the door behind her.  As I get up to clean myself off, I hear her muted laughter through the door.  I sigh.  I don't know if she'll leave me alone from now on, like she said, or be at my door every night.    
                     

Wednesday, December 4, 2013

bully (part one).

     My stepsister, Jess, is a real bully.

     Being a year older than me, she takes every opportunity to embarrass or humiliate me.  It's gotten to the point where I won't bring friends over to the house anymore.  She'd shout things into the room, like "What's that smell?  Oh, you're home.  When's the last time you took a shower, Jill?"  Or fully assault me for being in her room, even though I rarely am.  I admit, her insistence that I stay out, is what fascinates me.  If the door is closed, it's all the more alluring.  It's the foreign world of a cool person, where music, magazines, and makeup reign.  One time, I found condoms.  She burst into my room, and held me on the ground, with my arms behind my back, and her knee in my back.  She made me beg to be let go, pleading that she was better looking and smarter than me, and that I was a piece of garbage, that would never amount to anything.  All while I had a friend over!  It was so embarrassing.  Needless to say, that friend would never talk to me again.

     The other night, I was woken from a deep sleep.  I heard little noises, little a squeaking chipmunk, that only slightly vary in length and pitch.  Thinking it was something like a chair, or her bed, I tried to imagine what the heck she was doing in there.  It's happened many nights since, and I lie there in my bed, trying to reason it out.  I picture Jess annoyingly rocking on her office chair, while reading one of her magazines.  I imagine her jumping on her bed, trying to tire herself out for sleep.  Whatever it is, this new habit of hers is driving me absolutely crazy.            

     Tonight, when I hear the noises, I decide to investigate.  I creep down the hall, to her room.  I peer through the crack in her door, and can vaguely see her outline.  I'm surprised to see that the lights aren't on, or that she isn't up and moving around.  I watch a little longer, and realize the noises are coming from her!  Suddenly, I feel shameful to infringe on her privacy, and almost turn back to my room.  But my curiosity gets the better of me.  I squint my eyes in the darkness.  She is on her back, with her legs bent, her feet in the air.  But because her lower half is under her blanket, I can't understand exactly what is going on.  What is under there?  It must be very small, because there doesn't seem to be anything at all.  It appears to be almost painful at times.  I try to position myself better, and the door creaks.  Jess turns toward me, but I pull my face away from the door.  I wait until she starts the squeaking again, before quietly retreating back to my room.  Confused, mind racing, I have trouble falling back asleep.

     The next night, I get ready for bed, as usual, except for one small difference.  I kneel down at the side of the bed, and pray that Jess stops whatever she is doing.  Though I don't understand it exactly, I know it is bad.  But, before I know it, she is at my door.  

            

Tuesday, November 19, 2013

Saturday, November 16, 2013

blindfolded.

     My boyfriend likes to blindfold me sometimes.

     He likes to pretend he's someone else fucking me.  He tells me to think of a guy that I find attractive, fastens the blindfold around the back of my head, leaves the room for a moment, and re-enters in character.  It isn't until he asks me to say his name, that he truly finds out who I'm fantasizing about.  It's always turned him on, thinking of me, fucking another guy.  He loves seeing what I do differently, when he pretends he's someone else.  We are two completely different people fucking, and the possibilities of what can happen, are wide open.  And today, he's in the mood for his favourite game.    
     "Think about someone else, baby," he whispers in my ear, as he nibbles on it.  He helps me with my blindfold.  "Whatever you do, don't take it off, ok?  Promise?"  
     "Yes, baby," I reply, smiling, already nude.  I have to admit, I enjoy the role-play as much as he does.  But, it's not so much that I enjoy thinking about another guy fucking me, as how sexy I find it that my boyfriend pretends to be them.  I love that he loves it, too.

     So, I wait.  And, the anticipation just makes me hornier.  It does seem like he's taking a little longer than usual, though.  Maybe he's doing something different this time; maybe he's getting a toy ready, or something.  I bide my time by imagining what he'll do to me this time. 
     Then, I hear the door click open.  The carpet creak under his feet, as he walks toward the bed.  I feel the bed shift, and he sits on the edge of it.  He takes my feet in his hands, massages them a little bit.  This is exactly the kind of thing I'm talking about.  Already, this is new; I can't recall him ever starting out like this.  I feel my pussy get excited; eager to see what this evening will hold.  His hands drift up my legs- I can't ever recall him paying attention to them, though he does say I have great legs- he kisses behind my knees, back down to my toes, which he takes into his warm mouth.  I can't say I recall having ever done this with anyone, but it feels lovely, like stepping into a warm bath.  He moves upward, using both his hands to cup one thigh; kneading it almost, continuing with the massage.  I'm a little chilly, lying here naked, so his warm hands on my body feel comforting, relaxing, and erotic.  My pussy strains to be touched.  His hands continue upwards, tracing my silhouette; cupping my hips, my sides, my breasts.  "Ohh baby," I moan eagerly, but he says nothing.  He kisses my stomach, while he plays with my tits, and I notice that he's clean shaven.  That must have been what he was doing!  A quick shave.  And now that I mention it, I think he's put on some aftershave as well, which he doesn't usually wear.  Maybe my roommates'.  Clever!
     He lets go of my breasts, and kisses lower, putting a little more pressure as he gets to my pubic bone.  I lift my hips to meet his mouth, eager as I am.  He puts his mouth on me, and I am ecstatic!  Usually it's straight to fucking!  "Oohh yeah, baby," I cry out, thrusting slightly into his mouth.  "Oh yeah.  Suck it, baby."  I boldly let my hands touch my own breasts; something I don't necessarily enjoy, but my new partner might enjoy seeing.  He can't help but reaching up and joining me, as he sucks me off.  Our hands play with each other over my chest, fingers almost locking into each other at times, slipping in and out of each others' grip.  It strikes me as immediately intimate and loving, this holding of hands while we fuck.  That's the great thing about this game; learning something new that we both enjoy, that we otherwise may have not found out.
           He mouth leaves, and I wait for his cock.  But, another new thing!  He flips me over, fairly aggressively, and enters me from behind.  "Ohh yeah, baby," I muse, expecting him to ask me to start saying his name, now that we're fucking.  I try to get on my knees, but he holds me flat on my stomach, and he soon lays on top of me, his face in my hair.  "Oh fuck, baby," I moan, slightly muffled by the pillow, "Your cock feels so fucking good.  So much better than my boyfriend's."  He loves stuff like this.  "I love fucking another dick.  I needed someone else's cock, baby."  It feels fucking incredible.  I'm so wet; he's sliding in and out of me so easily.  "I wanted another guy to come in me.  I wanted someone else's cock to fuck me.  I needed your cock.  I want you to shoot in me."  He finally pipes up, but it's so quiet and distorted, that I can barely hear what he says.  
        "Are you on the pill, baby?"  
       "Yes.  Yes, baby.  Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"  This game is so hot.  He is so fucking good at this!  He strains against me, letting a huge exhale of breath into the back of my neck.  He holds himself up on his elbows, but doesn't move, breathing heavily.  "Holy shit, baby!  You know how to fuck me," I exclaim as he rolls off, and I reach for the blindfold.  I meet his eyes.  My mouth drops open.

     HOLY.  FUCK.        
       
   

Friday, November 15, 2013

looking for a woman tonight.

     After recently ending a long relationship with a man, I'm officially on the prowl.

     But no, not for another man; as go my cravings, this time, I'm interested in a lady.  That's usually the trend with me and partners: after I've had one for a while, I go for the other.  The problem is, I kind of forget how to meet women (gay women, that is).  I'm not really into the club or bar scene, which seems to be the only tried and tested way of doing it.  That is, other than going online.  I've never done it before, remembering some creepy, seedy stigmas it used to hold; but figure, what the hell!  Get with the times.  This is how people hookup nowadays.  So I create a profile for myself, advertising a 'friend with benefits' type situation.  I post some sexy, but not explicit, pictures, and away I go!

     Right away, I get a reply.  A blonde woman with short hair, a little older than I was looking for.  She says, "Ooo!  Pick me!  ;)".  I browse her profile, and discover that her main picture doesn't do her justice.  Too much makeup, and at an odd angle.  Her other pics show her to be much more naturally beautiful.  A little dyke-y looking, even; which I love.  She's seems to have a positive energy, and her shit together.  Perfect.  I message, "Would you like to get a drink/coffee sometime soon?".  She replies, "How about this weekend?", and we plan a place to meet.

     I've never really been on a date, so I'm nervous, waiting at the bar for her.  It's an indie spot across from where I work, but I withhold that information until I know she's not a complete crazy person.  I wear an artsy, stylish looking dress, going for the creative type.  Her profile made her seem worldly.  I have one to help the first date jitters.  I want to sleep with her.  Tonight.  I hope she isn't partial to taking it slow.  
      Crap!  There she is!  I duck behind the bar to prepare myself, before she spots me.  I wish I was having a conversation with someone, it would look better.  I quickly call the bartender over, then take my time ordering, enough so, that he gets impatient that I called him over so quick without actually knowing what I want yet.  "Janet?"  I turn from him, pretending to see her for the first time.  
     "Cat! Hi!  Nice to meet you!"  She gives me an encouraging half hug as a greeting.  "Sit down!  Can I get you a drink?"  
    "Sure!  Whatever you're having."  We small talk about what we do for a living, what we do for fun, our mutual interests, what we're looking for right now.  
    "I've just recovered from a long term relationship, and I'm ready to meet someone new, and start a new chapter in my life," I chirp.  Notice I don't mention that it was with a guy, as this can sometimes turn gay women off. 
    "I'm in a similar situation, where I've always had long term relationships, but am entering the world of casual dating."  Eg, casual sex.  
    "Fantastic!", I spurt.  "Looks like we're looking for the same thing."  I raise an eyebrow, and give her a wink.  After a few, I venture, "Any chance you would want to go somewhere a little more comfortable?"  

     A short walk away, we arrive at my place.  "Lovely!", she says as we enter, perhaps pleased to see that I don't have any housemates.  
    "It costs an arm and a leg," I mitigate.  "Can I get you anything?"  
    "Maybe later," she teases, coming close to me.  I go for a kiss, and she responds.  I hold her soft face in my hands, which soon wander through her hair, and down the nape of her neck.  As we lock lips, she takes off her coat, and throws it on the couch.  I kick off my shoes.  She tastes like the cranberries from her drink.  After kissing a bearded man for the past year, this is a welcome change.  Her mouth is so delicate and soft, in comparison.  Her lips tight and thin; her tongue microscopic.  I use my lips mostly, alternating between sucking softly of her top and bottom lips.  The odd time I give her my tongue, and try to find hers, as small, and timid as it is.  I back her into the bedroom, and let my mouth wander down her neck, to her ears.  I remove my dress; she takes off her shirt.  We sit.  I touch her soft shoulders, and touch her breasts through her bra.  It's a soft, thin cup, which suits her small, perky breasts.  I pull one of the cups down, to kiss them.  I kiss the nipples, then french kiss them, then flick them with my tongue.  She lets out a warm sigh, and put her hands in my hair, and pulls me up to kiss her mouth again.  Her tongue shows itself, darting in and out of my mouth.  She unzip her fly, and kicks her jeans to the floor.  I lay her down on the bed, making out with her the whole time.  I get on top, grinding against her slightly, putting pressure on our pubic bones, and the mounds upon them.  She reaches around me to unclasp my bra, and down the same to her own.  We press our bare breasts together, feeling soft and liquid against each other.  
     Then comes the underwear.  Without them, we are free to feel each other's moisture.  I lay beside her, and feel her pussy.  My mouth goes from breast to breast, as I gather her wetness towards her clit, which is just as small as I would assume it to be, from the rest of her features.  I finger the little nub, back and forth, around and around, until I can't take it any more.  I get back on top, and kiss down her stomach, my ass in the air.  I feel so sensual with her, so sexy, here, with another woman.  I knead the small patch of fuzz above it.  I pull it back, revealing her clit, making it more pronounced for me to lick.  Every part of her is so subtle, so slight, that it only encourages my desire to find it, and make love to it.  I happily flick her clit with my tongue, ever so slightly suck on it, kiss it.  I enjoy watching her arch her back, touch her own breasts, close her eyes,  crane her head back into the pillow.  I reach up, and lightly pinch her nipples, while I do it.  Only when she practically grinds on my face for more, do I give it to her.  She is a blonde goddess, a nymph, a faerie.  And I love to see her fly.  She expels a groan, convulses, then falls flat, and still.  I am so pleased to have made her acquaintance.  I don't need anything more.                                   

Thursday, November 14, 2013

menage a trois.

     My boyfriend John and I, have been recently interested in a threesome with another lady.  John has always fantasized about this, and I've been with woman before, and enjoy it very much.  I haven't done it in a while, and am eager to do so with John watching.    

     We started by asking friends and acquaintances whom we thought might be interested, but unfortunately, those who did show interest, were in a monogamous relationship at the moment.  So, we put up a profile online for a few weeks, only to find that there are no single women looking to hook up with couples.  And, about a million couples looking for a third to play with.  We even tried coaxing women while out drinking, but to no avail.  It was looking pretty hopeless.  Then, I got an idea.

    I phoned John, saying I had a proposition for a Christmas present to each other.  I had looked online, and saw that a descent escort would cost about $250 an hour, and there were women who specialize in couples.  And then there's then cost of the hotel, which made this present slightly beyond my financial reach.  "Would you be interested in doing this together?" I proposed.  "It would be fun to pick someone together, as well."  I added.  He said that it was an interesting idea, and that he'd think about it.  An hour later, he called me, and said, "Let's do it."

     The next time we got together, we went online, and browsed pictures.  He likes blondes, I like petit women; he likes large breasts, I like edgy girls.  We both like them young, and relatively everyday looking (no long fake nails, tons of make-up, jewelry, or crazy hair).  We eventually found someone that appealed to us both, and fucked in celebration.  We booked her, and a hotel for the same date.  And, I tell you, that date couldn't come fast enough.

     Arriving at the hotel, we were both very nervous.  We glanced around the lobby to see if we notice anyone resembling, "Lisa".  John approaches the desk.  "We'll be having a guest join us," John tells the concierge, returning the second key.  Without batting an eye, he takes her name and replies. 
    "We'll send her up."  Whew!  We nervously smile at each other, and descend the stairs.  

     The room is small, with a large bed at its epicenter.  "Perfect," I smile.  "Are you nervous, baby?"  
    "Eager.  Excited," John replies, his eyes darting.  "Why don't we lie down for a minute?"  We do, and I lift my head, so that his arm slides underneath.  I snuggle into his side.  We synch our breathing, trying to slow it down.  But, before we know it, there's a knock at the door.  
    "Oh shit!"  I spurt, excitedly.  "Do you want to get it?" 
    "Uhh..."  Another knock, and I dart up.  
    "Oh shit!"  I open the door, to an attractive, small, blonde, looking both like and unlike her picture online.  I think she's better looking in person.  Curvier, warmer.  More real.  
    "I'm Lisa," she says, extending a hand.  I greet her, gesturing inside, and she follows.  John is standing, and takes her hand as well, and it strikes me as a little formal.  I shake my head, still not completely believing that the three of us are going to have sex.  

     "Well," Lisa starts, and we're glad for it.  "Let's get comfortable."  She takes off her jacket, revealing a lace negligee.  She looks positively sexy in her outfit and heels, and I feel a tingle between my legs.  John removes his shirt, and I unbutton my dress.  "Have a seat beside me.  You're both so attractive, I don't know where to start."  She winks.  "Why don't you kiss each other for a bit?  Relax a little.  Lie down for me."  
     John and I make out, and it feels comfortable; warm, nice.  Lisa gets behind me, taking my dress off my shoulders, and kissing them.  The feeling of two mouths on me, is already exquisite.  I kiss John feverishly, and I feel Lisa lift my dress off of my arms, and behind me.  She presses against me, feeling my breasts, through my bra.  
     "Mmm," I moan.  
     "Feel nice?"  She teases, whispering in my ear. "Why don't you feel what mine are like."  She turns me towards her, and my hand goes to her breasts.  I'm on my back, she's halfway down my stomach, and I stroke her hair, holding it behind her.  John drifts from my mouth, down to my nipples.  Beneath, I feel her tug at my underwear, and I lift my hips.  She kisses my thighs, down my legs, as she removes them.  Kisses my feet.  Massaging her palm into my pussy, she lifts her face up to John, and smiles.  She touches his chest, tickles the hair coming out of the waistline of his pants with her fingers.  She takes over on my breasts, while unbuttoning his pants.  He lets them fall to the floor, along with his boxers, and steps out of them.  John kneels on the bed, and Lisa takes my hand, and leads it towards his cock.  He is very hard, and it always excites me further.  I hold it in my hand, stroking, and fondling it.  Lisa positions herself between my legs, and kisses the inside of my thighs.  
      "When's the last time you had a woman go down on you?"  Her tongue darts towards my pussy, teasing me, making me wetter.  
      "Too long," I gasp.  My grip tightens on John's cock, and I enthusiastically jerk him.  Her tongue flicks my clit, as her fingers massage my opening.  
      "Do you like watching, John?"  She asks, in between pleasing me.  She continues, "How about she takes you in her mouth while I do this?"  He looks at me.  
      "Yeah, baby," I smile.  He leans forward, and I guide it towards me.  I lick all around the tip, up and down the shaft, and then plunge it into my mouth.  Moaning all the while, from Lisa licking my clit, I encourage him to thrust into me.  My eyes roll back in my head, it's so pleasurable, being taken at both ends.  He grabs my tits, and my back arches.   

     "Would you like to lick me next?"  She asks me.  
    "Oh, yeah," I breathe, not having gone down on a woman in a while.  
    "Why don't I sit on your face?  That way John and I can have some fun.  Is that alright with you?"  
     "Oh, yes.  I would love that," I respond.  She mounts me, hovering herself over my mouth, so I have room to please her properly.  I move my mouth over her silky pussy, feeling her moisture on my face, and in my mouth.  She tastes sweet and earthy, and I feel myself getting wetter and wetter.  I reach down, and rub myself.  Above me, John has taken her breasts into his mouth.  He flicks her nipples, and sucks them, while holding his cock in his own hand.  Just then, she changes her position slightly, bending forward, and takes his dick into her mouth.  She masterfully works her mouth over it, and John head cranes back in pleasure.  I feel her pussy pulsate, and release more moisture.  This may be work for her, but I have proof that she is enjoying herself.  I get out from under her, and look at her from behind.  Not a position I've ever seen a woman in.  
    "You can touch my ass," she removes his cock to say, "I love it."  I reach under her, and feel her pussy.  I massage her clit, while kissing her firm ass, grabbing her cheeks in my hands, and pulling them apart.  "Ohhh," she moans, her mouth full.  I graze her asshole with my fingers as I do so.  I catch John's eye, and we smile, share an "I can't believe this is happening" moment.  I bend forward, pull her ass cheeks apart, and lick her little asshole.  It's so pink, and perfect, that I just have to put my mouth on it.  I alternate between licking the outside, and pushing my tongue in and out.  

     "I want John to fuck you," I blurt out.  Lisa takes his cock out of her mouth, and turns to me.  
     "I would love to.  Any particular way?"  
    "I want you to ride him, until he gets off."  She smiles. 
    "Is that alright with you, John?"  
    "Uh, yeah," he stutters.  
    "Why do I even have to ask?" She teases, and winks at me.  John, with his enormous, wanting cock, gets on his back.  Lisa mounts him, but only rubs herself against him for a while, perhaps to get me used to the idea.  I kiss her breasts, while she does it.  Her neck, her shoulders.  I reach down, and rub her clit.  She is fantastically wet.  I grab his cock, and lead it towards her.  She sits on it, bouncing shallowly, so that I may keep my hand in place, gripping the base of his cock.  Soon, I let go, using both my hands to touch her glorious tits, as they move around.  I grip them harder, controlling her, leading her up and down, on John's cock.  
    "Like that," I say.  
    "Yeah?" She moans, "You show me."  I straddle John's face, sitting quite forward, so that he has to lick my asshole.  
    "Ohh,"  I moan, grabbing her breasts, moving her little body up and down in front of me.  "Fuck him.  Fuck him," I command.  "Fuck him, fuck him, fuck him."  And suddenly, John lets forth a muffled cry.  I dismount, finally seeing his satisfied face.  "Nice, baby?"  He smiles.  
     "Oh, yeah."  Lisa follows suit, lifting herself off of him.  

     She turns her attention to me, winking.  "We've still got ten minutes."                                                                           

Sunday, September 29, 2013

internet history.

      What was that webpage I was reading earlier?  I can't seem to find it, no matter what I google.

      Oh, yes.  I'll just go to the internet history.  There's even a caption that says, "Earlier Today".  Great.  Hmm, let's see.  So much baseball!  I guess Jake was on my laptop today.  I feel bad looking at this, but it is quite interesting!  I can see every page he looked at while on my laptop.  Facebook, news articles, comedy sketches, google searches.  Wait.  Google search: "fake tit teen".  "Skinny big tits".  Video: "Perfect tits and a Creampie".  I know he surfs porn, but it makes me feel weird seeing exactly what he browsed.   It doesn't make me feel very good.  I mean, I have nice breasts, but I wouldn't call them big.  And we had great sex last night!  Ugh!  I'm a little angry.  How would he feel if he saw me searching "shirtless muscular hunks"?  You can click a link to go to the websites, but I don't want to look.  Of course, I do, anyway.  


      The google search, "fake tit teen", was an image search.  Tons of women with obviously fake breasts; but also, lots of good looking women whose breasts I can't be certain are fake, or real.  You know how google searches don't exactly give you what you're looking for, just a word that was in common with another word on that page.  Some are real looking women, not necessarily porn stars or models.  I go to what Jake searched for next, perhaps not finding what he was looking for.  "Skinny big tits".  Now, these women are ridiculous looking.  Enormous balloons on tiny frames.  Most are older, with botox mouths and bleached out hair, as well.  I feel better knowing that I'm better looking than most of them.  Big boobs, yes; but they're otherwise not very attractive.  It doesn't bother me anymore, looking at them.  


      The next is a porn video, labelled, "Perfect tits and a Creampie."  I click on it, and the video begins.  The camera man is talking to her, asking her how old she is, if she's done this before.  She's shy, doesn't look at the camera easily.  Turned eighteen just over a month ago.  She either a good actress, or really hasn't done this very much.  Has a surprisingly pretty face, with fair skin, dark hair and eyes.  She removes her shirt, revealing fantastic tits.  I'm not usually attracted to big boobs, but they're lovely.  Perfectly shaped, with nice nipples.  They look real, considering all the fake tits I just saw.  He asks her if she shaves; she says no.  He wants to see her pussy, so she sheepishly pulls down her pants, revealing a nicely groomed triangle of dark hair.  He tells her to turn around, and bend over.  He calls it, "uncharted territory."  Wait, how long have I been stroking myself?  She starts sucking his cock.  Where's my vibrator?  He tells her she's a natural.  And my lube?  The camera follows her ass, and she walks up the stairs to the bedroom.  It cuts to her, naked, bending over on the bed.  He spits on her pussy and eases his cock inside.  "Are you ready?  How does it feel?  Look at me.  Does it hurt?  A little bit?  It feels good though?"  I turn my vibe on, and relax back into my chair.  "You're a big girl now.  You can take it, can't you?  Thatta girl."  She's gorgeous.  Oh god.  Her brow is knit the entire time; it's precious.  He puts his finger in her ass.  "You like it?  Tell me you like it."  The way her boobs hang, while she's on all fours, make them look just delicious.  I don't fault Jake at all for liking this.  How could you not?  Each time she tries to get up a bit, he pushes her face back down into the bed, so that her ass sticks up into the air.  Oh yeah.  Now, he tells her to get on her back, spread her legs.  He holds her legs apart while he fucks her.  "Thatta girl.  Does it hurt?  It feels ok?"  Her tits looks lovely, bouncing around, while he fucks her.  Especially when he goes harder; they really start moving.  Small, sweet sounds escape her mouth.  Oh fuck.  Yeah.  "Good girl.  You're being such a big girl for me."  As I watch her, I bare down to come.  Fuck!  Fuck!  Fuck!  Oh yeah.  Wow.  I take a long breath.  In, and out.  


     Maybe I won't confront him about it after all.                                       

Friday, September 27, 2013

no respect.

      My boyfriend doesn't respect my body.

      He constantly grabs me in public, and never with my consent.  In fact, I've told him not to, many times.  Sometimes he does it with my family present, or friends; he'll slap me on the ass, or suddenly stick his tongue in my mouth.  I constantly tell him that it's disrespectful.  What's worse, he does it in private as well.  Always inappropriately, purely for his own amusement.  He'll try to do it when we're at home, and I'm trying to have a serious conversation with him, or when I'm clearly in a rush to go out somewhere.  He'll tackle me on the couch, trying to get his hand up my skirt, and I'll be struggling to get away, getting angrier, and angrier.  He probably laughs about it with his friends after.  My friends tell me to leave him.

      The thing is, that lately, this behavior turns me on.  While I'm fighting him off, I find myself getting wet.  What's worse, is that he notices, and teases me mercilessly for it.  It encourages him, making him bully me even more; going further, and further every time.  

      This morning, I'm trying to get ready for work.  I'm running late.  I'm almost out the door, and he grabs me from behind.  "Where are you going so fast?"  He's holding onto my arm.  
      "I have to go to work, baby,"  I say as sweetly as possible.  His other hand cups my breast through my blouse, and he starts to pinch the nipple.  "Please baby, I'm running late," I say, pushing his hand back down.  
      "Then why are these so hard?"  His hand reaches back up to one of my nipples, this time, under my shirt.  
      "Because you're playing with them, baby.  I have to go,"  I say, stepping away from his embrace.  
      "I think you want more," he says into my ear, grabbing me from behind now, and reaching down into my pants.  "You're wet," he whispers.  "You like it, don't you?"  I feel myself relax into him.  
     "No, baby.  Not now, ok?"  I respond, half heatedly, without making a move to get away from him.  It's over.  I'm his.  He turns me around, and plunges his tongue into my mouth.  Removing it only for a moment, just to tell me to suck it.  I do what he says.  I move my lips over his tongue, like I do when I suck his cock.  
    "You whore," he breathes.  
    "I don't want to.  Please baby," I beg one last time.  
    "Yes, you do."  He plunges his finger into my pussy.  
    "Oohh," I moan.  I'm so wet.  I hate that I am; I hate that he takes me like this.  He rips open my blouse, buttons falling to the floor, and removes my breasts from the cups of my bra, so he has a nice visual of them.  
    "Get on your knees."  Always obedient, I do; even here in the hallway, right by the front door.  He unzips his fly, and pulls out his enormous erection.  "Open up."  I close my eyes, and open my mouth.  "Look at me," he commands.  When my eyes meet his, my pussy floods moisture.  The truth is, I love the abuse, and he knows it.  He grabs my hair, and leads my head towards his cock.  I try to grab the massive thing, trying to exert some control over the situation, but he tells me not to use my hands.  He thrusts it into my mouth, just once, and it gags me slightly.  I bend forward, coughing.  But, he wants it back in.  He puts it way in the side of my mouth, stretching my cheek, and taps the outside of my face with his hand.  I reach down and rub my pussy through my panties.  "You like it, don't you, slut?  Open your mouth."  He pulls my head so that it leans back, and he spits in my mouth.  He leans down, and wetly kisses me.  Still holding onto my hair, he straightens, and roughly thrusts his cock into my mouth a few times.  He puts it into the side of my mouth, and pops it out, so that it makes a sound.  He laughs.  
     "You like being used, don't you?  You like being a dirty whore."  He grabs my hair tighter, demanding a response.  "Don't you?"  
     "Yes," I admit.  I move my underwear out of the way, and massage my clit.  
     "You want my cum, don't you?  You'll have to suck it out, slut."  I begin to vigorously work my mouth over his cock.  "Where do you want it," he continues, "On your fucking face?  Is that what you want?  That's what dirty whores get, don't they?"  I hold my mouth open, while he holds my head steady, and aggressively thrusts into it.  My pussy is absolutely dripping.  "Keep your mouth open. I'm going to fucking shoot my load on your face."  He fucks my face at a faster pace, and then at the last moment, he pulls out.  His hot cum shoots out on my tougue, into my mouth, all over my face.    

      He looks down at me with no expression.  "Get to work."  I get up, wash my face quickly in the washroom, and leave.  But I know I'll be back.                                    

Saturday, September 14, 2013

virgin.



       I'm a virgin. Still. And I'm thirty four. At this point, I just want it over and done with.

      For so long, I've waited for the right person to come along.  It's almost happened so many times, I can't even tell you.  Lately though, my feelings towards it have changed.  For the past couple years, it's become like an obsession, controlling me.  It's been the source of a lot of anxiety, and frustration.  At this point, I want it to happen unceremoniously.  I just want it to be over with, so I can get on with my life.
      That's why I called Ted.  "A registered sex therapist," the ad says, Ted "helps women overcome sexual fears and anxieties".  I gave him a call, told him my situation, and he booked me in within the week.  Obviously, I'm torn.  I'm both nervous, and looking forward to finally conquering this thing.
      When I arrive, Ted opens the door, and greets me warmly.  He's much more normal looking than I expected.  Probably around my age, but attractive, he looks like could have a wife, and/or children.  He gestures for me to sit down.  
     "So," I launch in, "I'm here because I'm developing a lot of anxiety about ..."  
     "Sex."  Ted finishes.  I take a breath.  
     "Yes.  But ..."  
     "I'm going to stop you right there.  From what you said to me on the phone, it seems to me that you've been overfocussing a bit.  Specifically, on the negative.  Please tell me if I'm wrong, but I believe you've been doing a great deal of talking about this the last couple years."  I nod.  
     "You're not wrong."  He smiles, affectionately.  
     "I'm glad you called me.  I think it's time you started doing something about it.  So, let's get started.  In your own time, I'd like you to remove your clothing."  He takes off his shirt, to reveal a toned upper body.  This might not be so bad after all.  I can't believe I'm finally going to do this.  I take off my pants and shirt, sheepishly leaving on my underwear. 
      "Tell me about a good sexual experience you've had recently," he asks, while sitting down beside me on the bed.  
     "Well.  I like when they play with my breasts.  And kiss my neck."  
     "That's a good start," he says, gesturing me to lie down.  He looks me over.  "You have a great body.  Are you sure no one's had their cock in you?  I would think guys would be all over you."  I smile.  
     "Yeah, I'm pretty sure."  He touches my breasts lightly, almost tickling them.  
     "Feel free to touch yourself.  I want you to be completely relaxed, and contented.  Do what you would do when masturbating at home."  My hand drifts in between my legs, where I give a small amount of pressure.  "That's good," he says, "That feels nice?"  
     "Yes."  He folds down the cup of my bra, and holds my breast, gently pinching with the nipple between his fingers.  I close my eyes.  His warm mouth opens onto my neck, sending sensations all the way down to my pussy.  His other hand pets my head, my hair, pressing me closer to his mouth.  His leg straddles one of mine, and he starts to gently press himself against me.  So far, so good.  
     "Can you feel my cock?  You've gotten me so hard.  You can touch it, if you want."  I apprehensively touch it through his pants.  I'm anxious that he's going to speed things up if I do.  "Don't worry," he says, almost reading my mind, "I wont do anything before asking you."  He kisses my neck again, sending signals down to my pussy to relax.  I cup the bulge of his cock in my hand, and find that, if I know he's not going to just jump on top of me and try to fuck me, I enjoy touching it very much.  It even gets me wetter, feeling how hard he is.  "Would you like me to take my cock out?"  I feel myself smile.  
     "Yes."  My hand touches the back of his, as he undoes his fly.  He takes my hand and leads it to his cock, until I grip it.  I love feeling it in my hand, but I fumble a bit.  
     "You don't have to stroke it or anything.  It feels good just to have you hold it."         
      Ted's mouth drifts down to my breasts, and his tongue plays with the nipples.  I arch my back into him, and he unclasps my bra from behind me.  "Would you like these off, too?" He asks, and I lift my hips.  He slides my panties off, and I part myself, between my legs, feeling how truly wet I am.  I use the moisture to massage my clit, while holding his cock in my other hand.  "Would you like me to touch your pussy?  I would love to."  
     "Yes."  
     "I want to see you keep touching your clit.  It's so sexy."  I smile, and keep playing with my clit.  It's heavenly.  I can feel him touching my thighs, kneading his hand through the small patch of hair above my pussy.  Teasing the opening of my pussy, massaging it.  "I'm not going to put anything inside, ok?  I just want to play with it for awhile."  
     "Mmm. It's great."  
     "Good. You're doing so great for me.  You have such a pretty pussy."
      I'm so wet.  He's driving me crazy.  "More," I breathe.  
      "You want my fingers already?  You're being such a good girl for me."  But, he doesn't give them to me yet.  He circles them around and around the opening of my pussy,  mercilessly teasing me.  
      "Oh god, please!"  He gives me one of his fingers, but I can barely feel it, so he gives me two.  He plays with my g-spot, while I enthusiastically massage my clit.  He adds another finger.  
      "This is almost as big as my cock.  It's not too much different than what I'm doing right now."  I look at him.  
      "Really?"  He laughs. 
      "Yes.  I'm also not going to give you the whole thing.  You're going to love it."  He smiles.  "Can I touch my cock against your pussy for a bit?  Don't stop working your clit, ok?  I won't put it in until you tell me to.  I promise."  
      Ted kneels in front of me, and I feel the tip of his cock against me, slightly clumsier than his hand.  He gets it wet, and circles my opening with it, just like he was doing with his fingers.  "That's nice," he says, "I just want to do this for awhile, ok?  Can you do that for me?"  I feel it there, and it's driving me wild.  Pressing against, and sliding around my wet, swollen pussy.  Every once and a while, poking the tip slightly inside.  "You feel so good on my cock," he reassures, "I just want to do this, ok?"  
       "Oooh," I moan, almost protesting.  It would drive me completely insane if this went on much longer.  "Give it to me.  Give it to me, Ted."  He smiles.  
     "You want my cock?  You're doing such a good job for me, aren't you?"  
     "Give it to me, Ted!"  
     "The tip's already in."  What?  It feels so good!  Holy shit.  
     "Fuck me, Ted!"  He starts to slowly thrust, and now I can feel him.  But it isn't uncomfortable at all; it feels fucking fabulous.  I want more.  
     "I'm not going to go very deep, alright?  I'm going to keep it exactly like this, ok?"  He thrusts slowly, and shallow, and I'm going fucking wild on it.  I can't believe I haven't done this before.  "Keep touching yourself, ok?  Can you do that for me?"  
     "Ohh, yes," I answer, furiously rubbing my clit, now.  
    "Good girl.  You like that, don't you?  You like my cock?"  
    "Oh, fuck yes!"  
    "You're doing so good for me.  Just like that, ok?  Can you keep it up, just for me?"  
    "Oh, fuck yes, Ted!  Fuck!"  
    "You want to get me off?  Would you like that?  Is that what you want?"  
    "Oh fuck!  Yes!  Yes!  Yes!"  
    "Oooohh," Ted expels, collapsing on top of me.  His cock twitches inside of me.  

      I start laughing.  I can't believe that I was afraid of it for so long!  As I can't stop giggling, his cock slips out, and I gasp.  "Sorry," Ted apologizes.  "Didn't mean to take it out that fast."  He looks at me, checking in.  "Feel good?"  He asks.  
     "Relieved,"  I sigh.  "Yes, good.  I feel great."  He lies with me awhile, as I contemplate a world of possibilities.                                                           
                                   

Tuesday, September 10, 2013

phone sex.

      Lately someone's been contacting me.  They're not supposed to; I'm not even sure how they got my email.  I use a pseudonym at work, and there are plenty of security measures in place, including what we can and can't talk about, but I have to admit, I'm new at this.  I'm supposed to report anything like this to my boss, but the messages seem harmless enough.  He seems sweet, actually.  His name is Dave.  It's not at all like the harassment, or stalking, that the other girls at the call center warn me about. 
      I'm sitting at my desk at work, on a typical day.  Most of the girls are already into phone conversations with clients.  The ads show young women, scantilly dressed and smiling, on their beds or in some other erotic setting, phone in hand.  The reality of the call center is slightly less glamourous.  A bunch of women cluttered together, in the cramped room of an office building, of varying weights, ages, and commercial attractiveness.  All with sexy voices, and an adventurous nature, however.  Most use headsets, doing everything from their nails, to homework, as they engage in phone sex with customers. 
      I browse my email on my cell phone, and find another from Dave.  The fifth or sixth, in the span of about a month.  "The last talk we had was great.  You really have improved my sex life recently, both solo, and with my girlfriend.  I think about you often, and hope you are well.  If you ever need anyone to satisfy the fantasies we talk about, please let me know.  I would love to be that person."  I give a short laugh, enough for one of the girls to ask about it.  
     "Oh, just something sweet my boyfriend said."  
    "You're not supposed to sext at work, you minx," she teases, then widens her eyes. "You're beaming!  It must have been a good one!"  I roll my eyes at her, but when her back is turned, read the email again.  As much as I know it's unprofessional, and possibly dangerous, to have any reaction but deleting the emails and notifying my manager, I've kept them all.  I read them over, and over.  I even find myself checking my email repeatedly, hoping to find another message.  At least I'm not so far gone as to reply to any of them.  I still don't know which one of my clients Dave is, since most callers use a psuedonym as well, or don't want to give a name at all.  I'm nervous for the moment that he reveals himself as the person who has been contacting me.  For then, I am contractually obligated to ban him as a caller.
      My phone rings.  "Nightlife Calling, tonight you're speaking with Lisa," I say in my sexiest voice.  "I'm so happy you called. What can I do for you tonight?"  The line is silent.  "Everything is confidential.  You have no reason to be nervous.  Do you have a first name?  I want to hear that sexy voice of yours."  Another pause.  Just when I'm about to hang up, I hear a tentative voice say something.
     "Could we skip that for now? Can we talk about what you would do to me if you were here?"  
    "I would love to.  I wish I was.  Would you like it if I was in your bedroom?"  
    "Yes.  What are you wearing?"  
    "Your favourite outfit.  A sexy lace push up bra, black lacy panties, garters, and heels.  I want you to think of how my tits look in this bra, ok?"  
     "Ok."  
     "I put this lingerie on just for you.  I wanted to look sexy for you. "  Some movement. He's starting to jerk off.  
    "Mmm," he moans.  
    "Lie back.  I want to see your cock bulging through your pants.  Do you want me to take it out?"  
     "Mmm. Yes."  
     "I unzip your fly, and pull your pants down a bit.  I can see your big cock begging to be let out.  I pull down your underwear, and it stands up straight for me.  Did I make your cock hard like that?"  
     A muffled, "Oh yeah."  
    "Do you want to feel my mouth on it?" 
    "Yes."  
    "I tease the tip with my tongue.  I love the head of your cock.  I kiss it with my lips and tongue, making out with it, putting the tip in my mouth slightly.  I lick the shaft, lick your cock all over with my wet, warm tongue.  I want you to really want it.  I put the tip in my mouth, and slowly move it in and out.  Just the tip.  Is that nice?"  
    "I want to tell you my name.  I want you to say it."  
    "Anything, baby.  What is it?"  
    "Dave."
         My heart drops.  Oh god.  I want to ask, but I can't.  It could easily be any other guy named Dave.  Carry on as normal.  "Do you want me to put the whole thing in my mouth, Dave?"  
        "Oh, yes." 
        "My mouth is salivating just thinking about it.  My lips slide down the shaft of your cock, and your cock almost touches the back of my throat.  Oh, Dave.  It's so big.  I don't think I've ever had a cock this big in my mouth."  I readjust on the chair, and realize I'm wet.  I'm thinking about him; hoping it's him.  I think of all the emails he's sent me.  How much he wants me.  I look around; I don't think anyone has noticed my predicament.  "I slowly begin to move my mouth up and down your cock.  Do you want to thrust into my mouth while I do it, Dave?  Think about putting your hands in my hair and fucking my mouth."  I press my legs together, thrusting a bit myself.  "Do you like to watch me suck your cock?  Do you?"  
       "Mmm.  Yes."  I move, so that my chair is tightly tucked under a desk.  I discreetly undo the top of my pants, and slide my hand down them.  My pussy is flooded; so completely wet.  I massage my clit, careful to move only my hand, and not my entire arm.  
       "Remove my bra.  I want you to kiss my tits while I ride you.  They're big, aren't they?  Are you thinking of my tits, Dave?"  
       "Mmm.  Oh, yeah."  
       "I'm going to fuck you, Dave.  I want to bounce on that gorgeous fucking cock of yours."  I'm so fucking wet.  I feverishly masturbate under the table.  "Do you like to watch me fuck you?  Do you like me working myself over your cock?  Can you picture my big tits as I do it?  I'm going to get myself off on you, Dave.  I'm going to come over your cock."  Oh, god.  I'm getting there.  "I'm going faster.  Fuck me, Dave.  Fuck me hard.  Flip me around and fuck me.  Fuck me, fuck me, fuck, fuck, fuck!"  Holy shit!!!  Oh fuck!!  Oh god.  Wow.  I look around.  The girl across the table gives me a thumbs up for my performance.  I wink at her, out of breath, trying to play it cool.  
      "Dave?"  I say into the phone.  
      "Wow," he responds.  "You are a goddess.  You'll be hearing from me."  
      "Thanks for the fun time, Dave.  Call soon."
     I tell one of the girls that I'm going on a smoke break.  God, I hope he never says anything that makes this come to an end.