reposted entry: an extended version of "pornography"

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SEXY TEASER:

     "Good.  That's very good."  
     I watch the woman, showing the camera her pussy.  I actually think mine is nicer, but you can't deny her overall attractiveness.  She turns around, and bends over.  She shows us her buttocks now, even moving one of the cheeks away, to show in between.  Ted hands drift to the front of my torso, including my sides of my breasts.  The warmth of his hands through my shirt, is welcome.  And to my surprise, my nipples are hard.  He isn't massaging them or anything,  not even letting himself linger there, but still letting his hands lightly wander all over my body.  When he gets to my breasts again, I find my back arching into his touch. "Has anyone ever touched you there?"  When I don't reply, he clarifies, "On your ass?"  

       "No! Ted. You must be kidding."  Despite my usual disgust at these topics, the combination of his soothing presence and soft touch leave me smiling.    
        "You're smiling.  Does it feel good?"  I redden, "Yes." 
        "Do you want me to touch your tits?" I shoot him a look, disapproving of the word, but admit, "Yes."  
       "As long as you keep watching the screen," he adds.  

professional escort.

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SAUCY EXCERPT:

"How would you like to do it?" I ask sexily, pressing my pelvis into his his hip.  "Every way," he says with a boyish smile, which makes me laugh.  I sit down on the bed, and he crawls over me, kissing the front of my body as he goes.  He licks my nipples through my bra, then pulls the cups down to suck them properly.  I find my body is getting tricked, as I hope it would.  I find myself turned on despite the odd partner choice, and surprisingly, I feel willing, and even excited to fuck him.  I want to show him a good time, I want him to come back, and I want to put on a good performance."

craigslist personals.

     Sometimes I browse through the craigslist personals.

 
     Mostly the "casual encounters" section.  Just for something sexy to read, I guess.  I look through the posts, the pictures, for someone that appeals to me; someone that I would consider meeting, if I was daring enough to go through with it.  I never would, considering the dangers, but the thought of contacting someone is very appealing to me.  Sometimes I jerk off just thinking about responding to one of these posts. Then I saw an interesting entry.  A woman who is "Looking for an email buddy to exchange pics and sexy stories".  I realized, that's something that I would very much want.  Relatively safe, as in, I wouldn't being putting myself in bodily harm, but exciting and dangerous, considering you don't know exactly who this person is, and what they are going to be doing with said pics.  She also expresses a similar desire, wanting to do this with a woman for those reasons, and asks to be sent a picture verifying that you are female.  I send one back in my bra and underwear without my face showing, deciding that the worst thing that could happen is that I don't get a response, and some guy blows his load over a silly picture of me in my not terribly revealing underwear.

     Almost surprisingly, she writes back.  She sends a couple pics back to me, similar to mine in that they show off her body, but are not exactly sexually explicit.  She is a fair black woman with an athletic looking body, and small perky breasts.  I ask her to do one more thing for me, to verify. That she sends another pic of herself in the same setting, doing something very specific with her hand.  Raising the pinky finger only.  She sends one back, and I can't believe my luck that I haven't been scammed in my first craigslist personals exploit.

     The first few emails, we mostly just talk.  I ask her about her dating history, what her typical day is like, where she is at in her life right now.  I find the email format very easy to be honest, and talk about things you wouldn't necessarily be able to say in person.  We send a full picture to each other, with our faces showing, but clothes on.  She has a strikingly attractive face, with a strong jawline and high cheekbones, not conventionally soft or pretty.  I'm definitely attracted to her, and I love the fact that I wouldn't necessarily pick her out of of crowd as someone I would date, but have turned out to meet this beautiful person in this different way.  When I feel good about it, I ask her to tell me about a sexy experience she had recently, as it being the supposed point of our correspondence.  I also take a selfie of me in a black lace teddy, and decide to send that along as well.

     She writes back, "A friend of mine, that sort of acts as a booty call, came over the other night.  At first I wasn't sure if he was coming over to get laid or not, but I was hoping it would lead there.  After cuddling and watching a movie together, I decided to make a move.  I casually started rubbing his leg, letting my hand drift towards his crotch.  I did it a couple times, until I felt his dick twitch under his jeans when my hand met it.  We don't kiss, or do much foreplay usually, so I unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock.  I took off my shirt, I was wearing a pretty purple lace bra and panties that day, just for him.  He took his shirt off as well; he has such a hot body.  I stood to take of my pants, and sat down on his lap.  I played with his cock in my hands a bit, and he massaged my tits through my bra.  I could tell he thought it was sexy, and couldn't stop smiling.  He grabbed my ass, and I lifted myself up on top of his hard dick.  I bounced on him, until I got myself off, and then he flipped me around to continue fucking me there on the couch.  He always pulls out, and came on my nice bra, but I didn't mind.  I needed it so badly, and he's a good guy, so I was feeling pretty good about it.  Hot pic, by the way.  I loved it!  I wish someone would dress up like that for me. ;)  Tell me something sexy that happened to you recently."

      I respond, "I would dress up for you for sure!  Thanks for the story.  Thinking about you in that bra is so sexy to me.  Maybe you can take a picture of yourself in it and send it to me. :)   As for the story!  My boyfriend came over the other night and said he wanted to get me off, which he loves to do.  I don't come from having sex, so he usually goes down on me beforehand.  He licks my clit, and touches the outside of my pussy, towards the bottom, and sometimes on my ass.  Lately, I've been enjoying him touching me there, so he's been playing with my ass more and more.  I love it when he puts a lubed finger inside right when I'm bearing down to come.  I have the most amazing orgasms!  I told him that I really like a full feeling down there, and that maybe he could go down on me for a while like he usually does, and then when I'm almost ready to come, give me a couple fingers.  He's tried a bit of thrusting, and shaking them almost like a vibrator, but I honestly just want something put in there right before I'm going to come.  He's been doing three fingers, then four.  Not the full length of the fingers, but still!  I absolutely love it.  So, back to the other night.  He starts to lick my pussy, and looking forward to the part when he plays with my ass, I already feel like I'm going to explode.  He starts to tickle it, and I'm about to lose my mind.  But this time, he switches to stimulating my clit with his hand, but I'm so wet it's just as good.  His other finger tickles the opening of my ass, and I can't wait for what he's going to do this time.  I feel the orgasm coming, and I let out a huge moan, letting him know.  Then, I feel something large entering my ass, and I open my eyes to see him over me, giving me his cock.  He knows by now that he doesn't need to thrust or anything.  In about five seconds of having it in there, I come harder than I ever have before, right on his cock.  He slowly takes it out, and I almost die laughing.  We both get in the shower, and I jerk him off in there.  So funny.  I wouldn't exactly consider it anal sex, but there you go! :D"

     She responds, "Wow!  That is the most amazing thing I've ever heard.  You are so great.  Nothing I could say would ever top that.  So here's the pictures you requested!  This photoshoot made for another sexy experience between me and my friend, which I'll have to tell you about another time. ;)"
She sends along about a dozen pictures of her in the purple lace underwear set, looking amazingly sexy.  When I get off later, I do it thinking of the way she looked in those pictures, and the sexual energy you could feel in them.  I feel privileged to have such an open and vivacious friend.

groupie.

     Yes!  One of my favourite indie bands is in town!  I've been waiting for this for so long!  I find the lead singer, Davie, crazy sexy.  He's actually a friend of a friend of a friend.  Maybe i'll get to talk to him!  I take a moment to think about how great it would be to spend some time with him, and decide to make it my mission.


     I go to the band's website, and leave a couple messages over the next couple days.  I tell him about our connection to each other, some super silly selfies of how excited I am, and a picture I made in photoshop with Davie's arm around me!  I tell him that I'll be the one wearing the sexy sparkly dress in the front of the crowd, getting my dance on.  When the night comes, I put on the gold mini dress that shows off all my curves, and decide that if this won't get his attention, nothing will.    

     Before I enter the building, I take a walk around the back to where the bands unload their gear.  There are a few other women trying to get a peek at the artists, but I wait there a half hour and all I see is big, gross roadies.  A hottie comes out close to showtime, and assuming he's one of the performers, I holler, "Hey!"  I throw him the photoshopped pic of me and Davie. "Tell Davie I can't wait for the show!"  The other girls look jealous that I thought of it.  Hell yeah, bitches!  I give them a devilish smile, and head back around to the entrance.

     The venue is packed, so I do a quick couple shots, and push my way to the front.  There are a couple other single girls there, but I'm obviously the cutest, and their outfits are the busted up, cheaper versions of what I'm wearing.  They look pissed that I made it all the way up to the front, even though I basically just got here.  Whatever.  I give them a challenging stare, and flick my hair back to the stage.  Then, the lights go down.  I hear my favourite song begin before they come back up.  I dance like a total psychotic, and sing and yell until my throat is tender.  Halfway through the set, I'm convinced Davie looks my way and recognizes me.  I stop acting like a retard, and concentrate on flirting with him, and looking hot.  I apply another coat of lip gloss, and powder my forehead.

     Even though it kills me to miss their closing song, I use the time to make my way back around the building.  I get there in plenty of time, positioning myself on the sidewalk between the back door and the street.  One of the security guards tries to move me, but Davie suddenly comes out, and he has to attend to him.  "Davie, it's me!  Alyssa!"  He looks up and almost laughs, he's so happy to see me.  I actually get close enough to touch his arm.  "You're amazing.  I love you!"  His security guard steps in front of me, but Davie waves him off.
    "It's cool," he says, "Thanks!  You're not so bad, yourself.  I saw you out there."  All my hipness leaves me momentarily.
     "Really?!  Wow!!"  But, being the nicest person in the universe, he laughs.
     "We're hanging around in the green room, if you want to join us for a bit."  I almost die.
     "Uh, yeah!  I mean, yeah.  Maybe,"  I add, trying to recover.
     "Great.  My friend here will let you in,"  he says, patting the security guard on the shoulder.  I retain my composure until he goes back inside, but as soon as he's gone, I run into the alley and scream.

     Inside, there's a flurry of movement as people push past me to tear down the show, and it reminds me of what my stomach is doing.  Insane butterflies.  I can't believe I'm backstage!  I will talk about this until the day I die.  Down the hall, I see a couple band members, and head that way.  "Great show," I say casually, as I squeeze past to I scope out the room.  A small, brightly lit room with trays of half eaten food, and a lot of empty bottles.  Some people are packing up, but a few are hanging out on the couches, smoking or absentmindedly plucking guitars.  I see Davey, and beeline over to him.  "Hi!  Thanks so much for inviting me," I blurt out, probably looking crazy awkward.  But, he just smiles, and my heart melts.
    "Can I get you a drink?"  He asks.
    "Sure," I manage to say.  I feel a stupid smile spreading across my face, and I try to hard to remain chill.
    "So, you see a lot of live music?"  He asks, handing me a beer.  I make up as an impressive a list of bands that I can muster.  Luckily, he connects with one.  "Maybe we can check them out sometime," he says offhandedly.  Really?  OMG.  He's probably just flirting with me, but still!  DAVIE IS FLIRTING WITH ME.  I'm going to plaster this all over Facebook.

     The crowd thins out, and I'm feeling pretty drunk.  I should probably go, but I can't.  I don't want it to end, and now I'm feeling like I want more than just a hang out with Davie.  He stands, probably to leave, and I get close to him.  "I should go, I guess," I say, making a move to hug him goodbye or something.  My face is close to his, and I decide to just go for it.  I lay a huge kiss on him, giving him my tongue, wrapping my arms around him, and he acts hesitant at first, but eventually kisses me back, putting his hands on my hips.  He scans the few people left, then grabs my hand, leading me to a dressing room.
    Suddenly we're alone, and I'm feeling fucking fantastic.  He lifts me up onto the counter, and my legs part as he goes in for another kiss.  I thrust myself into him as we feverishly make out.  My tongue is numb, and I'm know I'm a little sloppy with it, but I don't care.  It's so freaking hot.  I press myself against him, and start to remove his shirt.  He fondles my breasts through my dress, and I try to unzip the back of it, but decide to just hike it up instead.  I greedily unzip his pants, and without even looking at it, pull his hips into me.  I moan into his mouth as he enters me easily, but I feel like I'm not in my body.  I want him to fuck me hard, so I can feel it through all the numbness.  Fuck!  I want it so fucking bad, and I paw at him, trying to pull him into me.  He starts thrusting, and it feels so fucking good, I want more and more.  I lift myself from the counter so I can get some leverage.  Fuck yes!  My pussy is crazy wet, and I can feel it pooling onto the counter beneath me.  He leans onto the edge of it, and fucks me such force, that I keep getting moved back into the mirror behind me, and he has to lift me back to the edge again.  I can picture my sweaty imprint on it, now!  He slows down slightly, and I reach for his hips to make him fuck harder, but I realize he's about to come.  He pulls out, and jizzes onto the carpet.  The makeup lights are on, shedding a forgivingly soft light on us, and I see myself in the mirror behind him.  I look like a fucking superstar.    


    As I stumble out of the building, I remember, to my distain, that I didn't even get a picture.    

first time with a woman.

     Tonight, I'm going out with a group of my lesbian and bi friends.

     Though I've never been with a woman, I've been hanging out with them in hopes of having my first female sexual interaction. Not that I'm using my friends; in fact, they are very supportive of my bi-curiosity, and suggested that I come out with the group of them.  We've been to a couple lesbian clubs in the last month or so, and I've been enjoying my time in the gay scene, dancing and flirting with other women, but so far I've gone home alone.  To tell you the truth, I'm not sure that I was ready.  But tonight, I feel that I finally am.

     My friends told me to meet them at the club around ten o'clock, and I get there, surprised to find that there's already a long line-up outside.  I'm a little discouraged, thinking that maybe it's a cosmic sign.  Until, I realize that this line is as good as meeting someone inside, maybe even better.  No loud music, and the streetlights offer a slightly better view of the woman you're talking to.  I ask the brunette in front of me for a lighter.  She turns, flashing me her almond shaped eyes.
   "I don't smoke, sorry," she apologizes, then adds teasingly, "You should quit.  It isn't good for you."  I smile.
    "Thank you for the concern.  I'll consider that."  When I don't continue my search, she turns around again, brow furrowed.
    "So, you're not going to have one?"  I laugh.
    "Oh, I was just looking for something to keep my mind off the cold.  And now I'm thinking of you, so I don't need it."  She laughs.
    "So, that's all it takes to quit smoking, then?"
    "Yep," I say matter-of-factly.  "Beautiful women have inspired people to do a lot more."  Just then, the bouncer moves the rope, letting a bunch of us in.
    "See you in there?"  
    "Hope so," I smile.

     I see my group, and get myself a drink.  I tell them about the pretty Asian girl outside, and one of them helps me find her.  She is on the dance floor already, her shiny hair out of her toque, and flowing around her like a fan.  Her hands and arms are like flowing water, appearing seamless, as if she has no joints, or bones.  It easy to see why she comes here.  The girl loves to dance, even without so much as a drink in her.  She doesn't appear to have come in with anyone, and dances with her attention inwardly.  Eyes mostly closed, head back, feeling the coloured lights on her face. I sip my beverage, and watch her.  I wonder if she would be up for it.  And when it comes down to it, I wonder if I would be, as well.

     When I've had a couple, my friends encourage me to go join her.  She still hasn't taken a break, not even for a glass of water.  I decide it might be a nice gesture to bring her one.  "Hey! I didn't catch your name outside!" I yell to her over the music.  Her eyes open.
     "Sorry?!"
     "I brought you some water!"  I loudly say into her ear.  She sees the glass, and laughs.
     "I guess I've been up here for a while!  I kind of lose track!"  She takes it, and drinks while walking away from the loud speakers.
    "I'm Sharon," I volunteer.
    "Anna.  You were watching me, I guess?"
    "Uh, yeah," I answer, a little embarrassed to be caught. "It's hard not to.  You're a great dancer.  You obviously enjoy it," I add.
    "I do!" She says enthusiastically.  "It's better than booze, drugs ... anything."  I smile, enjoying watching her talk about it.
    "Cigarettes?"  She laughs.
    "Definitely. Without a doubt."
    "I challenge you to name one thing you like better than dancing," I counter.  She thinks for a moment, then a smile spreads  across her face.  "What?"  I ask.
    "There are things," she says teasingly.  With that, she hands me the empty glass, and walks back to the dance floor.  I glance over at my group of friends, and one of them emphatically gestures to follow.  Being a terrible dancer, and getting a major case of cold feet, I sit back down and order another drink.

     A couple hours later, I mentally beat myself up over my case of stage fright, and exit the club.  Maybe I'm not ready after all.  I light up a cigarette, the lighter only being an excuse to talk to Anna in the first place.  Just then, she appears.  "I guess I'm not that beautiful after all?"  I smile, about to protest, taking a last drag, and throwing it on the ground.  "Or maybe you've just stopped thinking about me," she teases.  I quietly laugh.
    "No.  I find you very beautiful."
    "I wanted you to dance with me," she says, looking into my eyes.  She takes a step closer.  Her face is a perfect oval, like three quarters of the moon.  Her hair is dark as the night sky, and her eyes reflect the street lamps like two shining stars.  She leans in, taking my face in her hands, and places her mouth against mine.  Her lips are small and soft, parting mine slightly to give me her tongue.  Our lips melt warmly into each other, and I feel myself stir.  I've never been more ready in my life.  "I'm sorry," I say out of awkwardness, "If I knew, I would have at least popped a stick of gum!"  Anna laughs.
    "I don't mind. You can use my toothbrush at my house though, if you want."  My heart jumps at the realization that she intends to take me home.

     When we get to her small apartment, she shows me the washroom and proceeds to her bedroom.  I take a moment to groom myself in the mirror, noticing that I can't stop smiling.  Seeming a very intimate thing, I shout to her, "Are you sure you don't mind me using your toothbrush?"  She laughs in response.
    "What's mine, is yours!"  When I enter the bedroom, she is already in her bra and underwear.  She wasn't kidding.  A pale green lace thong, with a transparent matching bra.  Her dark hair falls over her creamy skin, and I feel the need to touch it.  I sit with her on the edge of the bed, and we kiss again.  My hands drift to her arms and shoulders, around her back, to her neck, and face.  I remove my shirt, revealing my black sports bra, and she pulls me down beside her.  We wrap our arms and legs around each other, pressing our breasts together, and riding each other's thigh.  I am quick to lose my pants as well, revealing my boy-cut underwear.  I love to feel her skin against me, but I'm still nervous to touch her in an explicitly sexual place.  I start with her butt, grabbing it to pull her closer into me.  Having her right against me now, I feel the warmth of her pussy against my thigh.  This excites me so much, that while still in our embrace, I move lower to kiss her breasts over her bra.  I can feel her erect nipples through it, and I even venture to tougue them slightly over the material.  She removes her underwear, and pulls her bra down, revealing her delicate breats, and brown nipples.  I marvel at them for a moment, at how they differ from my own, at their beauty because of this fact.  They are smaller and firmer than my own, with similarly sized nipples, though darker.
    I unclasp her bra, so that I can appreciate them without hindrance.  My mouth goes back to them, gently sucking, and batting the nipples gently back and forth with my tongue.  When I do this, she presses her pussy against my thigh, and now I can feel her wetness.  Amazed and excited by this, I move up to kiss her deeply, pressing myself back into her.  She kisses me back with just as much arousal, but now it's my turn.  She peels my sports bra up, and hungrily kisses my breasts, though only while passing by.  She plants wet kisses down the length of my torso, my stomach, towards my pussy.  I remove my bra, and she encourages me to take off my underwear, pulling at them so that I raise my hips in compliance.  She kisses up my legs on the way back, savouring my thighs, kissing the insides of them so that I naturally spread them apart.  She finds my clit instantly, and teases it with only the very tip of her tongue.  She reaches up to brush the tips of her fingers over my nipples while she does it.  I moan, surprised and impressed by her skill.  She takes her time, teasing me with each touch until I am begging her for it.  She continues to lick my clit, laying the weight of her fingers at the opening of my pussy for what seems like a hour, and I almost come just from the thought of her actually going inside.
     When she finally enters me, she does it so slowly and methodically that I feel myself actually pulling her in.  I've never been more open, wet, and wanting in my entire life.  She finally reaches my g-spot, and touches it just as carefully as everything else.  It's as if she's waiting for me to come to her.  Her other hand tickles the spot below my pussy, and even lower, towards my ass.  Again, the touch is so light, that I find myself straining towards it, reaching out to her, wanting it so badly that I almost come from the thought of wanting her to do it.  If only she would put the tip of her finger in!  If only she finger my g-spot a little faster!  Almost there!  Oh god!  Fuck!  And then, proving that she indeed knew the entire time, she does.  And I don't think I've ever come that hard.

     Luckily, and to my relief, she pulls out a vibrator for herself.  Not for lack of desire, I find a great deal of pressure lifted off of me, for I would doubt my ability to make her come as hard as she did for me.  I wonder if she knew if was my first time.  I lick her nipples as she rubs it on herself, and she asks me to tell her that she's a good girl for making me come.  That she deserves to have a nice orgasm.  That I'll let her use her vibrator, because she was such a good girl.  She comes quickly, after I start dirty talking.  Like many things tonight, I have never felt so satisfied.

     And I have absolutely no desire for a cigarette either.