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.