chicks with dildos (part two).

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SPICY TIDBIT:

Wow, I think, looking at myself in the mirror.  It feels heavy.  I rotate my hips slightly, to make it bob up and down in front of me.  There's a real weight to it, though it is surprisingly malleable, bending slightly as I move it.  I watch myself grip it in my hand, and pretend to jerk it a couple times.  I look hardcore.  I pose with my dick in my hand, with a severe look on my face.  Mmmm.  I could get used to this.  I take off my sports bra.

chicks with dildos (part one).

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SAUCY TEASER:

"Isn't it amazing?!" She asks, excitedly.
"Wow," I say, standing back to look at her properly.  She's wearing a black lace bra, but no panties.  The soft leather straps of the apparatus appear to lie comfortably against the flesh of her hips and ass.  She turns slightly, back and forth, showing it off.  The dildo wags in front of her, bending mailably.  I can't stop looking at it.  I think my mouth is hanging open.  She laughs giddily.
"I absolutely love it!" She yelps.  "I've been wearing it all day."
"I think I love it too," I say, feeling it grow on me.

jilling off.

Ever since I've stopped taking birth control pills, I'm insatiable.


I read that this might happen, my sex drive increasing; along with other, less exciting symptoms, like cramps, sensitive breasts, and bad skin.  I figured that these mild, and mostly temporary inconveniences far outweigh the side effects of being on the pill, however, like cancers, stroke, heart disease, infertility.  That's why I went off them.  But, like any time I self diagnose on the internet, I took the symptoms of adjusting afterwards with a grain of salt.  I soon found that the increased libido, however, was no myth.

Nowadays, I'm sure to wake up my boyfriend a little early, so that he has time to go down on me before he leaves for work.  The alarm clock goes off halfway through, but it doesn't disrupt my focus.  Along with the increased sex drive, comes increased sensitivity.  He doesn't even have to do it for very long.  He swirls his tongue around my clit while tugging at my tits for ten minutes, then leaves for work.  I fall back asleep for another hour.
When I begin to shake off slumber for the second time, I find myself already humping his pillow.  I press my pelvis into it, feeling my lubricated lips slide over each other.  I touch my own breasts, nipples standing straight out with arousal, and lay my face against my boyfriend's pillow, so that I can breathe in his scent.  His smell does something to me, especially off the pills.  All my senses seem heightened.  I vividly picture his cock in me, my eyes rolling back into my head with the pressure on my mound.  I never used to be able to come like this.
I take a shower, watching the water cascade down my breasts, and try to talk some sense into myself.  I'm not going to get anything done today, if this keeps up.  Working at home is a real problem, lately.  But, as if my body is possessed, I'm already touching myself.  Without my knowledge, my hand is already between my legs, and even through all the water in the shower, I can feel that my pussy is independently wet.  I take the shower head off its cradle, and direct the stream towards my clit.  Ohhhh yeah.
I go down to the kitchen and make myself a light breakfast wearing two towels; one in my hair, and one around my body.  If only I had roommates, to stop me from masturbating out in the open like this.  Like what?  I look down, and the towel previously housing my body has fallen around my hips, and my hand is feverishly rubbing my clit.  I slow down, in a longer motion that encompasses my whole pussy, pressing my pelvis into my hand each time the stroke reaches the bottom.  I almost lift myself off the kitchen chair each time I hump my hand, the other one gripping the wooden seat of it for leverage.  Oh god.  Here it comes.  I don't even have to curb crying out when I do it.  "Fuck, fuck, fuck!!"
A quick trip to the bathroom, throw on some clothes, and I'm in front of the computer.  Now, I'm at work.  And, you wouldn't jill off at work, would you?  Well, I might.  If I went to a washroom stall, or out to my car, or something.  But, you would have to wait for a break, wouldn't you?  Yes, yes I would.  So, break in an hour?  Great.
After my break, I plant myself back in front of the computer, and I tell myself I have to wait for lunch, now.  I've totally got this under control.  Yes, I do.  Yup.  I see the cursor minimize the file I was working on, and pull up an online search engine.  The letters slowly type, "p", "o", "r", and finally, "n".  Hmmm, this will just be a quickie, what with the added visual stimuli.  "Hot Katie Gets Pounded by Two Black Dicks".  Perrrrfect.   I watch the woman on the screen take a cock in her mouth, while the other guy's dick is in her ass.  She can't even cry out, because her mouth is stuffed.  Wow.  Wow, wow, wow.  This is escalating.  I should be worried.
My whole day is thrown off anyway, so I climb the stairs back up to my room.  My mind is racing with with sexy thoughts.  My boyfriend's cock.  The black guy's cock on the porn video.  The girl's asshole swallowing his cock.  My ass taking a cock.  It aches to think of it.  To try to clear my head, I sit on the edge of the bed, and attempt to meditate.  Unfortunately, my eyes go to the drawer where I keep my vibrator.  I rarely use it, because it makes me ejaculate.  So messy.  No, I can't.  I don't want to.  I try to relax, concentrate on my breathing, clear my thoughts.  But, I can't get it out of my head.  I feel myself push slightly, like when I'm ready to have a g-spot orgasm; already using the phantom vibrator.  Mmmm.  Maybe squirting will end this once and for all.
I open the drawer, and grab the vibrating dildo by its shaft.  It feels good just to have it in my hand.  I turn it on, and it rumbles in my grip.  I place a droplet of lube on the tip, and lay back, placing it against my clit.  Oh god.  Yes.  This is what I need.  The deep vibrations instantly get my muscles twitching in anticipation.  I rub it along my opening for a while, until I feel myself straining to have it in me.  I slowly work it in my pussy, relaxing my muscles to accommodate it's bulbous head.  Then, it's there.  It slides in perfectly next to my g-spot, and I close my eyes to enjoy the feeling of it being stimulated.  I touch my breasts, relaxing further into the vibrator, really opening myself up to it.  When I do, the feeling is unmistakable.  Oh god, oh god.  I unconsciously bear down, the familiar feeling overcoming me, pushing down towards it, drawing it further inside myself.  I turn the vibe up a notch.  Oh!  God, oh god.  I thrust towards it, opening myself up and pushing at the same time.  I curl my body forward, and bear down hard.  Fuck, fuck, fuck.  Yessssss!!  Here it comes!  I feel myself release, and unleash a stream of fluid, soaking the bedding underneath me immediately.  I cry out, continuing to push, and come harder and for longer than I have today.  I withdraw the vibe, and fall back in some of the dry sheets, totally limp.

Fuck.  Wow.  I feel better.  I definitely feel better after that.


When does my boyfriend get home?

real life threesome.

I've always been non-monogamous.  


Usually, I have one primary relationship, and several secondary or tertiary, or what ever you want to call them, relationships on the side.  All completely consensual, and conducted with the utmost respect for all parties, of course.  If you're new to polyamory, it can enhance the intimacy of the primary relationship, bring back a feeling of newness and excitement in each partner's daily life, and satisfy the needs of others, who may or may not be interested in having a primary relationship of their own.  It comes from the philosophy, "If you really love someone, why would you limit their happiness?"  But only if it's right for you and your partner.  The poly life isn't for everyone.

That said, my most recent affair has drifted into somewhere that is new for me, too.  My boyfriend Derrick, whom I live with in our two bedroom house, started seeing one of the single women I've been seeing.  A sweet, funny redhead, with delicate curls that she constantly has to sweep off her forehead.  Secret?  I initiated it.  I've grown more and more attached to Shauna, and wanted Derrick to meet her.  The three of us started hanging out as a group, and the chemistry was unmistakable.  I saw something between them, and suggested that he take her out, one on one, and see if anything develops.  Well, it did.  And, I loved the fact that their relationship was evolving, too.  Welcome to the more traditional form of polyamory: each relationship holding equal weight.  Not only that, but this was looking more a more like a standard triad, or threesome.

We conducted our relationship in this way for what seemed like a year.  Going out as a group, having Shauna over to hang out at home, but still having intimate time between each of us.  She started keeping clothes at our house, a toothbrush, cosmetics; until she was being kicked out of her apartment, and we suggested she just move in.  It might seem like a big step, but she was almost living with us already, and we wanted to help her out by giving her a place to stay.  Even if only temporarily.  We moved the furniture out of the office, and Shauna moved her bed in.

We loved it.  I think we all felt elated, accompanied by a sense of relief, to be finally fully, and unabashedly exploring our polygamist lifestyle.

One night, feeling especially empowered by our love, and also slightly drunk, we found ourselves finishing a game of three handed euchre.  Shauna won, the little devil, and we were teasing her for distracting us with her feminine wiles.
"If anything, you two were conspiring against me!"  She flirts, standing, and perhaps realizing in that moment how drunk she is.
"We have to!"  Derrick chimes in.  "Otherwise we'll never win!"
"Well, I won doubly over then," Shauna slightly slurs.
"Did we think of a prize this time?"  I ask.
"Yes!"  Shauna answers enthusiastically.  Then realizes, "No."
"How about the winner does the dishes?"  Derrick says smart-assedly.
"That's not fair!"  She retorts.  "You can't decide the prize after!"
"No, I think we did decide it was the dishes," I tease.
"No!  We didn't.  At least, I don't think we did..."
"Even if that was true, I don't think you could keep yourself from winning.  You get crazy competitive."
"No!  I don't.  I'll let you guys win next time, I promise," she smiles.  "In fact, you can have this win.  You might want to get started on those dishes.  No one pre-soaked."
"Oh yeah?!"  Derrick says, grabbing her, picking her up, and tickling her.
"Help!  Jaime!  Save me!!"  She squeals, laughing, trying to grab his hands.  I attempt to assault Derrick, karate chopping him in the sides while his hands are busy.
"Ah god!  Talk about double teaming!!"  He yells, carrying her one room over, and throwing her on the bed.  I jump on his back, but he shakes me off as well, flipping me over his shoulders in a wrestling move, sending Shauna bouncing into the air when I crash down beside her on the mattress.  We're both breathing hard and on our backs, when Derrick bends over us, placing his hands on either side of us.  I hear both Shauna and my breath catch.  If it was any two of us alone together, we would most certainly start kissing.  Derrick takes a chance, and leans in anyway.
First, towards her.  I feel his body close to me, pressing on top of us both, really, so I embrace him while he does it.  I close my eyes for a moment, enjoying the scent of his skin, and the pressure of his body on me, but open them briefly to witness my first kiss between the two.  Surprisingly to me in the moment, but perhaps not, considering our history, I feel very aroused to watch this intimate moment.  I already feel a tingling between my legs as I anticipate his lips on me, next.  She moans, slightly, smiling after, as he moves towards me, planting his already warm mouth on mine.  I welcome his tongue between my lips, feeling myself already relaxing into his body, slightly pressing my pelvis into his leg.  He stands, and removes his shirt.  I look at Shauna, and she has a huge smile on her face.  I take that as an opportunity to kiss her.
We turn on our sides, towards each other, and embrace each other while we kiss.  I feel oddly comfortable with Derrick in the room, watching us.  In fact, I feel looser than ever, perhaps feeling the amorous effects of the booze hitting me, as well.  I want to melt into her, desiring to touch every part of my body against hers.  I take off my own shirt, then help her with hers.  She laughs, drunkedly, as her arm gets caught in it.
"I love you guys," she says, but it's not her just being sentimental.  I feel it, too.  I've felt it for a while, now.  I love her.  And I love him.  I never thought I could feel so much love.
Just then, I feel Derrick behind me, spooning me, lifting my skirt to feel my ass against his now bare pelvis.  He's removed all his clothing, and is working on taking off my underwear beneath my skirt.  He pulls them down over my hips, exposing my butt, but leaves them there.  I kiss Shauna once again, this time feeling the added sensuality of her naked torso against mine.  I feel her small breasts through her lace bra while I do it.  The length of Derrick's erection is pressing against my ass, like when we sleep together, and I feel his morning boner against me.  I moan feeling very much at home.
Derrick makes the move over me, towards Shauna.  He unbuttons her jeans, and pulls them down over her hips.  I take the moment to remove my underwear and unbutton the waist of my skirt, sliding both down my legs, kicking them off of the edge of the bed.  Derrick moves on top of her, giving her a deep kiss, then letting his mouth drift down towards her breasts.  He pulls each cup of her bra down, and vigorously licks her nipples.  Shauna arches her back, sighing, closing her eyes.  I take over, unclasping the hook and eye of her bra, as Derrick kisses down her torso, towards her pussy.  Mine twitches sympathetically.  He kisses hers over her underwear, and I reflexively press my face into her, smelling her skin.  I see him move her underwear slightly to the side, as he licks her for the first time.  I lay beside her, licking one nipple, while playing with the other between two fingers.
He encourages her to put a leg on either of his shoulders, as he latches onto her clit.  I see him work his fingers around her opening as he does it, and she bucks slightly, muscles contracting already.  I grind myself against her side, as I watch him please her.  She cradles my head in her hands as she pulls me closer to her tits, straining forward in pleasure.  I moan, enjoying the scene, encouraging her to come.  She holds me closer, tighter, wanting to feel my body on her, around her, encompassing her, as if she's swaddled.  I move up to allow her to press her face into mine as well, into my neck, my hair.  I lightly pinch her nipples rhythmically, as I see Derrick also fall into steady movements.  From moving and writhing, Shauna suddenly stops all motion, then cries out desperately, burying her face into me.  I kiss her deeply on the mouth, while she enjoys a post orgasmic rest.
Derrick discreetly wipes his mouth, then stands and strokes up his cock.  I moan, and touch myself while holding his gaze.  I'm incredibly wet, and feel myself craving him very badly.  We both smile, knowing what comes next.
He falls on top of me, his mouth meeting mine, and I enjoy the taste and wetness of Shauna on him.  I feel his hardness get sandwiched between us, and I'm so aroused, he soon slips inside of me, without either of us even guiding it there.  We exclaim in unison, and Shauna laughs, rolling towards us, ready to continue.  She kisses my neck and ear, hands drifting over my breasts, over my whole torso for that matter.  Wandering aimlessly, she feels up my arms, shoulders, neck, and into my hair.  Feeling a small chill from being nude, the warmth of her hands is welcome, comforting, and intensely erotic.  Derrick begins to thrust.
I moan loudly, feeling so complete with the two of them there.  His dick hits the perfect spot repeatedly, gliding easily in and out of me.  I've never felt more open to him than I do right now.  Just when I thought it couldn't get any better, Shauna reaches into the bedside table for the bottle of lube.  She squeezes a droplet onto her fingers, and begins to massage my clit.  Instantly, I feel the urge to bear down.  She turns my face towards her to occupy my mouth as well.  I moan into it, as we kiss.  Derrick takes extra care to work his cock over and over my g-spot.  Fuck.  Oh god.  He does it slowly and methodically, finding an intoxicating rhythm, which Shauna picks up on.  She keeps my clit steadily stimulated, as I feel myself push, everything contracting at once.  Here it comes.  Fuck.  "Fuck, fuck, fuuuckk!!"
Shauna laughs, laying back onto the bed, satisfied.  Derrick grabs her playfully, pulling her towards him, and she squeals in excitement as he enters her, too.  She lets out a high pitched squeak every time he thrusts; and as he flips her over, they only intensify.  I get up on my knees, to wrap my arms around him while I press my mouth into his.  I moan, feeling very polyamorous indeed, and we feverishly make out while he continues to fuck her from behind.  I see him tense up, pull out, and them come all over her ass.

I kiss him deeply, feeling nothing but love for them both.

okcupid lady date.

It's my first time for searching women on OkCupid, so I'm a little apprehensive.  I've slept with women before, but it's always been after a night of drinking, or after a party, or as something unexpected after a hang out with a new friend.  I've never actually been on a real date with a girl.


The young woman I've been communicating with, seems lovely.  With long brown, curly hair, and slim figure, I can picture myself with her already.  Holding back her mane of hair, to plant the first kiss on her mouth.  But, going on an actual date with her is something else!  We seem to have little in common.  She's has an academic background, while I'm completely immersed in the arts.  But, there's something that draws me to her, all the same.
I was so nervous, that I messaged her that we should take it slow.  Keep it pretty platonic for now.  Feeling disheartened now, I had mixed feelings about the upcoming date.  Luckily, she asked if she should still wear the sexy dress she was planning on, "Or would that be too much of a tease for you? ;)"  I feel the familiar rush of excitement.  Game on!

She chose the place, but luckily I could easily walk from mine.  Feeling an anxious weakness in my stomach, I scan the patio for her.  Bingo.  Even more beautiful than her pictures.  I take a deep breath, and weave through the tables towards her.  She looks up, catching my eye.  "Hi," I say, nervously approaching the table.  "I'm Allie," I say awkwardly, even though she knows it already.  The goal was to finally get hers, as she had yet to reveal anything but her screen name.
"Anya," she says, standing, and giving me a quick, but warm hug.
"Aww, nice to meet you," I say while in it.  She pulls back, and I give her a once over.
"Wow, that is quite the dress!"  I try to flirt.
"Haha, thanks.  You look beautiful, as well."
"Well, thank you," I say in a weird silly voice, joining her at the table.  She laughs at my dumb non-joke.  How sweet.  Despite the killer dress, I get a grounded, earthy feeling from her.  For some reason, I didn't expect that, with her having a science background.  The server saves me temporarily from thinking of what to say next.  I order a screwdriver, despite knowing that she chose this venue for the beer selection.
"Not a beer drinker?"
"No, spirits are more up my alley.  Not even spirits, but cocktails!  I've never really developed a taste for drinking."
"Probably a good thing."
"Yeah.  It's working out okay for me," I reassure, another half attempt at a joke.  I'm a little self conscious about it, expecting her to bust my chops.  Not that she's given me any reason to think that.  I just assumed from our differences, that she would think my life choices were inferior.  Instead, she reveals a nice smile.  I'm grateful for it, and really look at her face for the first time.  Large brown eyes, with a small bump on the ridge of her nose, giving her an exotic look.
"Obviously!  You own a business, right?"
"Oh, yeah," I respond, forgetting the fact that I'm interesting.  "For about five years.  A store, in the east end."
"That's amazing.  Something I could never do."
"Oh no?  I got the feeling you were Super Student." I don't even know what that means.  I know nothing about academia.
"Haha, yes.  I'm a professional tutor.  But, your skills are so beyond me!  I'm not business savvy at all.  Or creative.  I envy that."
"Haha, yeah," I say, feeling a little better.  "I guess.  You said you're interested in painting, though?"
"Barely!  I literally haven't painted since classes in high school, but I thought I'd give it another try recently.  I know you're an artist, right?"
"Yes.  But I only sell a handful of pieces a year."
"That's great, though.  Very cool."
"We could paint together, if that's something that interests you.  It's nice to paint with a buddy."  Buddy?  What is wrong with me?  Self sabotage!
"Or I could model for you," she says offhandedly.
"Would you like that?  I would love it.  It's rare to be able to work with a live model."
"I'd love to get a nude piece done of me."  I smile, picturing her naked. Small, but full breasts, with a lean stomach and thighs...
"Allie?  Hello...?"
"Sorry.  How long was I out?" I joke, grasping the chair dramatically.
"Just long enough to picture me naked."  I feel myself redden.  Oh my god.  I'm speechless, letting out an embarrassed laugh.  "You're adorable.  Do you want to go somewhere a little more private?"
"My place is around the corner," I surprise myself in saying.

"Once you get past the grungy rest of the house, my room is actually pretty nice," I say, still apologizing for myself.
"I don't mind.  I like it, actually.  And, I like you."  Her large brown eyes look into mine, and I feel the urge to kiss her.  "Do you mind?" She asks, considering the last message I sent her.  I shake my head that I do not, and she leans in for a soft kiss.  I don't like beer, but I love the taste of it on her.
She raises her arms to my shoulders, and rests them there as she relaxedly kisses me on the mouth.  With an almost lazy ease, she moves her tongue into my mouth, and lets her wet lips devour me.  Completely the opposite of what I expected.  Not cold, calculated, or stiff.  She moves her lips over mine sensually, and with warm affection.  I follow her lead, softly lifting her dress over her head.  We only break the kiss for a moment, as she raises her arms only slightly from where they were already.
I remove my own tank top, and her mouth drifts down my neck, sending warm sensations throughout my body.  I feel my nipples harden and my pussy moisten at her soft, wet touch.  Her lips continue to my breasts as she lays similarly soft kisses on them.  She slowly traces her tongue around each nipple, and give each big, wet kisses, that make me moan.  I have a strong desire for her to kiss me between the legs like that, and I remove my skirt with this thought in my head.
We make our way over to the bed, so that we are standing beside it.  She's worn a bra and underwear under her dress, so I kiss her deeply on the mouth, while reaching around her torso to unclasp the bra, let my hands drift down her arms as I remove it.  I reach down to feel her soft skin.  Her shoulders, her breasts, her stomach, her hips.  I peel her underwear over them, following them down her legs, feeling her lean legs all the way down to her feet.
She steps out of the underwear.  I look up at her, stealing kisses on her thighs as I do so.  My mouth journeys towards her shaven pussy, and she smiles, moaning, putting her hands in my hair.  I tease her by planting wet kisses all around her mound.  Her inner thighs just beside it, her hips, her pubic bone, her outer lips, until my tongue slips inside, almost by mistake.  She softly cries out when it happens, and I continue to lick her slit until I feel that she really wants it.  I feel her pelvis turn up towards me, leaning forward into her hips, and her hands subtly pull my face further into her.  I absolutely love licking it while it's pressed closed like this, but when she's had enough teasing, I encourage her to lie down on the edge of the bed, so that I can spread her open.
I continue kneeling on the carpet.  I kiss the inside of each leg as I lay it to the side, effectively spreading them for me.  I can see from her glistening folds that she is enjoying herself, and get a boost of confidence.  I can't help but lick the crease between her leg and pussy, teasing her for a little more before I delve into her cleft.  Then, I give it to her.  I plant my lips over her clit, and swirl my tongue across her luscious nub.  She cries out, in a burst of release.  Grips the sheets in her fists, arches her back, pushes her pelvis towards me.
I massage her opening as I continue to play with her clit, Anya working her own breasts in her hands, now.  My hand drifts lower, tickling the delicate area between her pussy and ass, and she moans louder, tilting her hips towards me, to give me better access to it.  I take a risk, and lightly brush her asshole with my finger, almost as if by mistake.  "Yes," she breathes, urging me to linger.
I keep my mouth on her clit, but I draw moisture down from her pussy to her delicate asshole.  Not that I need to; her creamy wetness has begun to freely stream down her perinulum.  I tease the outside with a finger, tickling the area, and alternating between giving her pressure right on it, and lightly massaging it in a circular pattern.  She moans, her muscles starting to contract.  She curls forward, pressing towards me, bearing down, and I recognize the signs of reaching orgasm.  The next time she pushes, I make sure my finger is nice and wet, and plunge it right into her asshole.  She curls forward on it; I can feel the tight, muscular walls on her ass contract on my finger, and she cries out, louder than ever before.  She convulses, muscles working together at the same time, twitching for a moment, then falling completely limp.
I stop what I'm doing, and finally join her on the bed.  "Mmmm," she moans, kissing me deeply on the mouth.  She touches my face, and looks into my eyes.  "Keep it platonic, eh?" She jokes.
"Haha, well..."
"I'll say.  Now what can I do for you?"
"Just relax," I tell her, getting my vibrator from the drawer beside me.  She smiles.
"Great!"  I put a little lube on, and place it on my clit, laying back down beside her.  I moan instantly, already feeling unbearably aroused from making her come.  She turns onto her side, and reaches over me to my breasts.  She gets up on her elbow, licking one nipple, while playing with the other between two fingers.
"Oh, yeah," I sigh, already feeling the urge.  She moans too, still feeling the amorous effects of her orgasm.  I feel her pussy press into my leg, and she kisses my breasts with her fantastic mouth.  Yeah.  Oh, yeah.  I close my eyes and picture her coming in my head; her coming with my finger in her ass, and my mouth on her gorgeous pussy.  I bear down for it.  Oh.  Yeah.  Oh.  Fuck. "Yeah, yeah, yeah!!!"  

We take turns in the washroom, and lay on the bed, on our backs, naked.  I can't help myself.  "This looks like the beginning of a beauuuutiful friendship."  Thankfully, she laughs.  She's great.