T and I only managed to find about 45 minutes to meet yesterday. You'd think it would be easier to make time to meet, but sometimes it just doesn't work out that way.
I was hoping to connect with him around noon after a meeting and spend the afternoon together. Unfortunately, the time he had available after he finished up a job in the morning evaporated when he learned he had another job to get to in the afternoon.
Sure I was disappointed, but I wanted to see him anyway, so we decided to meet for a few minutes. I drove into a parking lot shared by a Carl's Jr and a grocery store in the town next to mine. It didn't take long to find his car where he was sitting and reading the paper, shaded by a big tree.
I pulled up next to him and parked. We both got out of our vehicles and walked to greet each other.
He smiled and said, "A van, huh?"
I was a little confused. All I was thinking about was kissing him, but he was one step ahead of me. I had driven the family van that day, instead of my teeny tiny Civic because I had to pick up a colleague at the airport earlier in the day.
"Yes," I answered. "I have the van today." Then I took his face in my hands and kissed him. Yes, right there out in the open in front of all the shoppers and lunch-goers. T slid his arms around me and kissed me again, deeper and more passionately.
After about 30 second of kissing, we decided to get in the van. We sat in the front seat first and got back to kissing. In between kisses, we chatted a bit and I caught myself staring at him and smiling. He had a couple of days worth of stubble (which I love!) and his hair was a bit mussed. He was a man who had been working, and from my perspective, there aren't many things hotter than that. Sure, I like a man in uniform or a tux, but I'll take one who looked exactly like T did yesterday afternoon over the others any day.
And it doesn't hurt that my heart melts when he smiles a me, something that still catches me off-guard after all this time.
After a couple of minutes, T suggested that we move to the back seat. We each got out and opened the sliding door on our respective sides. Then we put down the middle row of seats and climbed into the back. I noticed a man in a white truck parked in the row behind us. He was watching. I blushed a little because I knew what we were doing would be pretty obvious to anyone who was watching. I pointed him out to T who dismissed it by noting that the windows were tinted so he shouldn't be able to see.
The side windows are definitely tinted and didn't worry me at all, but the back window - not so much. Actually, I couldn't remember how much the back window was tinted and I couldn't tell from the inside. We sat down on the back seat and I looked back. There was White Truck, staring at me.
I started to get even more nervous, but then T wrapped his arms around me and started to kiss me and I didn't give a damn about White Truck anymore.
We made out like kids for a while, in the middle of the day in the back of Hubby's van. Did I mention that? The van is the vehicle that Hubby drives every day, but yesterday it was our hotel room.
I was lost in his kisses when I felt him reaching into my pants and sliding his hand down between my legs. He rubbed my clit slowly while I rocked my hips and moaned into his mouth. I came quickly the first time. He slid a couple of fingers inside me and I bucked against his hand as I let the orgasm play out.
As is T's style, he didn't stop once I had come, but he kept going, changing things up a little but grabbing some of the remaining energy from my first orgasm to start the journey to orgasm #2. I don't even try to resist anymore. I know he's going to make me keep coming until he's ready to stop. My job is to go with it, so I did. The second one was much more intense. As I started to let go, I put my head back and T kissed and sucked on my neck. I screamed and opened my eyes briefly, just enough to see White Truck staring right at us. It seemed like he could see, but maybe not. I didn't really care.
After orgasm #2 I was whimpering and wiggling a little, trying to escape some of the intensity I was feeling as T's fingers continued to work their magic. In no time at all, though, as usual, I was coming again, this time looking directly into his eyes. He smiled, and my heart melted right along with the rest of me.
I know he can keep that going for a long, long time because I've experienced that with him before, but were short on time so he stopped after he'd given me three. I snuggled against him purring, and he kissed me deeply. It felt like nap time to me.
But there was more to do. I asked him if I could have a taste. He agreed, but he looked around nervously as he unfastened his pants, talking about the tinted windows again. I glanced back and saw White Truck, as focused as ever.
T scooted over to the end of the seat and I knelt/squatted/sat between the second and third row of seats so I could easily access his gift for me. There was no time to play and tease, so I got down to business. I took him into my mouth slowly, sucking off some precum and increasing the speed and tightness over the next minute or so. I felt his hand on my shoulder and he pulled on my hair a little bit, but not much. He came soon, but it didn't seem very intense. I figured he was just uncomfortable being in public like that.
We talked and kissed a little while more. Then I asked, "Can I have some more?" I looked down at his cock and then back at his face.
What's a guy supposed to say in that situation? T said, "Sure," giving me access again, Then he added, "I know you know how to raise the dead." And I did.
I knew he was more into it the second time because he grabbed my hair tightly and pumped my head up and down exactly as he wanted. I could hear him breathing harder and moaning, and then he pushed and held me down on him and groaned wildly when he came.
As his cum was spurting into my mouth, I thought, That's my T. :-) If I could have smiled at that moment, I would have, but I couldn't do anything except swallow and wait. It was delightful.
I sat next to him again and we kissed for a few minutes more before realizing that he really had to go. We stayed longer than we had planned as it was.
As we climbed out of the van I saw White Truck still in the same place and he was still watching. Great, I thought sarcastically. An audience that won't leave.
We put the van back in the condition it was in before we played. We double and triple checked to be sure that T had everything he came with, like his keys and his sunglasses. Nothing could be left behind because Hubby would be driving that vehicle within an hour and he notices things.
Before he got back into his car, T gave me a hug and another nice, deep kiss. He got into the car and I saw White Truck get out of his car. I scurried to get into the van, and then I noticed that he was just getting something from the back of the truck before getting back in the driver's seat and driving away. Apparently, there was nothing left for him to see.
As I headed home, I drove with the windows down for a few minutes to make sure the van smelled as fresh as it did when I left the house in the morning.
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Wednesday, October 1, 2014
Friday, September 19, 2014
If I Swallow a Couple Loads of Cum, Can I Ditch My Daily Protein Shake?
I've had the same unusual thought twice in the last 24 hours. The first was yesterday morning as I was swallowing my second load of T's delicious cum. The second was while I was chatting with SNS Guy this afternoon.
How much protein is really in semen? And is it enough for me to substitute it for a protein shake? As you know, I love giving BJs and it sure is more fun and fulfilling than mixing up a protein shake. I've never had a lover groan and pull my hair while watching me down a protein shake, either.
So, I decided to find out how much protein is really in semen so I could answer my question. First, I scoured the internet for information from all the mostreputable popular sources, such as Wikipedia, ask.com, men.com, and Yahoo answers. I can tell you that the information from those sources varied significantly. Who should I believe?
So I decided to bite the bullet and look for information among the scientists and the topic specific sites. That means I must issue a Science Alert here, but don't worry, I'll put it into everyday language as best I can so those of you who prefer not to think won't have to worry your pretty little heads about it.
First, the basics.
Semen is made up of sperm, water, sugars, proteins and amino acids, vitamins (C, B12, and choline), hormones, enzymes, and and trace elements of some body byproducts (lactic acid, uric acid, nitrogen). Interestingly, there's almost twice as much sugar as protein in semen, but we're talking about such a small amount that the carbs won't ruin your Atkins diet.
To calculate the protein content of semen, we need to know the typical volume of semen per ejaculate. In other words, what is the average load volume? There is some discrepancy in the literature, but the consensus seems to be that it ranges from 3/4 of a teaspoon to a full tablespoon. That's a pretty big range for average, but there it is. I know for a fact that Webcam Guy's loads were a lot bigger than a tablespoon, but he's not average, of course. Anyway, we'll calculate the average volume at about a teaspoon.
Scientists calculate between 171 mg and 500 mg per load. Yes, that's quite a range, too. As you can see, an exact calculation will be impossible to do using averages, but we can get close. Let's use 500 mg just because it will make the math easier, but be aware that it will be lower in most cases.
There are 20 grams of protein in the brand of protein shake I use. Because 500 mg = .5 gram, it would take 40 loads of semen to replace the protein content of my shake. Clearly, I can't get enough protein that way to replace my daily shake. Dang.
But I sure would love to try.
I know what some of you are thinking. Is the amount of protein the same for the ejaculate of a man who has had a vasectomy? (Isn't that what you were thinking?) Well, because there's lots of protein in sperm, there must be less protein in ejaculate with sperm. However, sperm only make up 1-5% of the stuff in semen and the other stuff in semen also has some protein, so while there is less protein in a load of cum without sperm, there's still a reasonable amount.
So, if I were blowing a guy who'd had a vasectomy, it could take about 60 - 80 loads to replace my protein shake. Wow. That's a lot. It could take me 6 months just to replace one shake!
As long as we're speaking of semen, you may want to know that a load averages 5-15 calories, depending on the size of the load and the man's diet, so you can tell assure your wife (or Lover, or both) that giving you head and swallowing won't ruin her diet.
Now you have inspired me. Look for coming posts on Why Blow Jobs Are Good for You (a tool for convincing your lover to blow you) and How Can You Make Your Sperm Taste Yummy.
How much protein is really in semen? And is it enough for me to substitute it for a protein shake? As you know, I love giving BJs and it sure is more fun and fulfilling than mixing up a protein shake. I've never had a lover groan and pull my hair while watching me down a protein shake, either.
So, I decided to find out how much protein is really in semen so I could answer my question. First, I scoured the internet for information from all the most
First, the basics.
Semen is made up of sperm, water, sugars, proteins and amino acids, vitamins (C, B12, and choline), hormones, enzymes, and and trace elements of some body byproducts (lactic acid, uric acid, nitrogen). Interestingly, there's almost twice as much sugar as protein in semen, but we're talking about such a small amount that the carbs won't ruin your Atkins diet.
To calculate the protein content of semen, we need to know the typical volume of semen per ejaculate. In other words, what is the average load volume? There is some discrepancy in the literature, but the consensus seems to be that it ranges from 3/4 of a teaspoon to a full tablespoon. That's a pretty big range for average, but there it is. I know for a fact that Webcam Guy's loads were a lot bigger than a tablespoon, but he's not average, of course. Anyway, we'll calculate the average volume at about a teaspoon.
Scientists calculate between 171 mg and 500 mg per load. Yes, that's quite a range, too. As you can see, an exact calculation will be impossible to do using averages, but we can get close. Let's use 500 mg just because it will make the math easier, but be aware that it will be lower in most cases.
There are 20 grams of protein in the brand of protein shake I use. Because 500 mg = .5 gram, it would take 40 loads of semen to replace the protein content of my shake. Clearly, I can't get enough protein that way to replace my daily shake. Dang.
But I sure would love to try.
I know what some of you are thinking. Is the amount of protein the same for the ejaculate of a man who has had a vasectomy? (Isn't that what you were thinking?) Well, because there's lots of protein in sperm, there must be less protein in ejaculate with sperm. However, sperm only make up 1-5% of the stuff in semen and the other stuff in semen also has some protein, so while there is less protein in a load of cum without sperm, there's still a reasonable amount.
So, if I were blowing a guy who'd had a vasectomy, it could take about 60 - 80 loads to replace my protein shake. Wow. That's a lot. It could take me 6 months just to replace one shake!
As long as we're speaking of semen, you may want to know that a load averages 5-15 calories, depending on the size of the load and the man's diet, so you can tell assure your wife (or Lover, or both) that giving you head and swallowing won't ruin her diet.
Now you have inspired me. Look for coming posts on Why Blow Jobs Are Good for You (a tool for convincing your lover to blow you) and How Can You Make Your Sperm Taste Yummy.
Monday, September 8, 2014
An Afternoon Escape with T (Part 2 of 2)
This is Part 2. If you'd like to read Part 1 of An Afternoon Escape with T, click here.
Looking at T's face is one of my favorite things to do. I've already told you that he's ruggedly handsome, and that's true.
Forget about the shirtless Abercrombie & Fitch models who have never seen a day of hard work in their lives. They have those little ripply muscles that were made in a gym, not the real world, and those will go away when they are older, their modeling days are over and they are not paid to hang out in a gym for 4 hours a day. Their eyes are blue, but they look hollow, and you wonder if the blue is real or from colored contacts. They are a type of handsome, sure, but it's a faux-handsome. Its more like "pretty."
Now picture another guy. Let's say you meet while camping by the river. Dark hair, dark eyes. You watch him move firewood and set up camp. He takes off his shirt and he has a real man's body - strong, a little hairy (but not too much), proportioned. His skin is glistening with perspiration and he rubs a towel over his hair and face. He turns to look at you and you lose your breath for a second when he smiles. He's not a model, but a regular guy, and that makes him hotter, much more appealing to you. He reaches for a beer and you notice the muscles in his chest and arms again. They are flexing in a natural way, moving as he moves, not just sticking out like permanent artificial attachments or growths. He sits down in a camp chair to relax and stretches his legs out. You notice a few scars here and there on his tan skin as you try not to fixate on his sexy mouth, the late-afternoon stubble on his chin and cheek, or the faraway look in his eyes when he thinks you're not looking anymore. The closer and longer you look, the more you think Wow. This guy is really good looking, but it's the kind of attractiveness that you don't notice until you really stop and look. You look around at the other men nearby to check your theory and you realize you're right. This one is different. He's the kind of handsome that comes from living and working and sacrificing and taking care of other people. Nothing about that is fake. The Abercrombie boys are nothing next to this guy, even though he could easily blend in with a crowd without turning every woman's head as they pass by. Those who take a good look, though, will turn and watch him, and they'll notice all the pieces come together until a minute later they realize that they are staring at a very attractive, real man.
That's T.
I was having that realization again - that he's so attractive - when he entered me deeply and pulled all of my attention to that one and only thought. I gasped and my mouth dropped open. Not only did it feel marvelous, but it was the first time. Yes, the first time his cock had been inside me. We had thoroughly enjoyed our oral and manual fun for a long time, but this.....
I pulled my knees up toward my chest and tried to keep my eyes on his while he fucked me, but every now and then I had to close my eyes to focus on the perfect sensation of his cock inside me. He continued for quite a while, which was awesome, but then we stopped for a moment and I suggested we try it from behind.
"Can you do that?" he asked, referring to the same issue he mentioned earlier when I was kneeling on the floor. My answer was simple. "Yes." Not only did I know I could, but I knew it wouldn't hurt and I knew I was going to be feeling so good when I came from doing it that way that I wanted to hurry.
We got in position and I felt him behind me. I spread my knees a little wider to adjust my height and he slid inside me easily, deeper this time, and I leaned back against him. What followed wasn't gently and sweet. It was fast, hard fucking. It took me no time at all to come again, and I screamed, pushing back against him, trying to hold onto the pleasure that was reverberating through me while he was pounding me HARD from behind. He came soon after that, and then he collapsed next to me, covered with sweat and breathing hard.
We just lay there quietly for a bit, holding hands, catching our breath. Then we started talking about this and that. I rolled onto my side and leaned over to kiss him. This may sound silly but I never get tired of kissing that man. I could kiss him for hours. Ok, that's probably not a great idea, but I could.
I'm not sure how much time had passed while we were kissing and talking, talking and kissing, but after one of our prolonged kissing bouts he said, "I want you taste us." I knew exactly what he meant. I scooched down toward the foot of his bed and licked his cock. One little lick. Then another. Another. Then I moaned and took the whole thing in my mouth. Yes, I could taste both of us. I licked and suckled and swallowed until I felt his cock go from firm to immalleable and unyeilding. Even though he had just come 20 minutes before, I felt his hands on the back of my head, his fingers tightening around my hair, and his hips thrusting upward. I matched him, stroke for stroke, until he exploded into my mouth.
I love the groan a man makes when he comes. I really do. When I hear it, I feel victorious, like there was just a little bit of a power swap and I won. He may have thought he was in control, but that guttural groan means he wasn't in control for that moment. In that moment, he was mine. All mine.
I lingered a bit, keeping his cock in my mouth until I was certain he was finished. Then I swallowed one last time and gently licked his cock and balls until they were all cleaned up.
I scooched back up and into his arms. The rest of our time together was spent kissing and talking, and talking and kissing some more, until it was time to go.
We got cleaned up and dressed, and I would be the first to go. He was going to hang out there for a while. I picked up my purse and keys and I turned toward the door. That's when I saw my cane hanging from the chair where I had left it when I came in. I grabbed it and whispered under my breath, "Fucking stairs." T was right there next to me, and he slid his arms around me again and kissed me just like he did when I walked in the door a few hours before. We said our goodbyes and I heard the door close behind me as I walked down the hall.
With every step, I could feel the peace of our afternoon escape slipping away. By the time I was at my car, my mental To Do list had forced itself to the front and center of my mind and I knew that by the time I walked through my front door at home, the last remnants of the escape would be completely gone and I'd be inundated again with chores and demands. The family would want dinner. I'd have clients that would want their phone calls returned. The list would just keep going from there and my life wouldn't be my own again.
Then I shifted in my seat a little and remembered. T's gorgeous cock had been inside me and it was unbelievably wonderful. Then I saw his face in my mind and remembered our kisses, and it occurred to me that all of that was mine. The rest of my life couldn't take away my time with him or the way he made me feel. It was all mine.
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Looking at T's face is one of my favorite things to do. I've already told you that he's ruggedly handsome, and that's true.
Forget about the shirtless Abercrombie & Fitch models who have never seen a day of hard work in their lives. They have those little ripply muscles that were made in a gym, not the real world, and those will go away when they are older, their modeling days are over and they are not paid to hang out in a gym for 4 hours a day. Their eyes are blue, but they look hollow, and you wonder if the blue is real or from colored contacts. They are a type of handsome, sure, but it's a faux-handsome. Its more like "pretty."
Now picture another guy. Let's say you meet while camping by the river. Dark hair, dark eyes. You watch him move firewood and set up camp. He takes off his shirt and he has a real man's body - strong, a little hairy (but not too much), proportioned. His skin is glistening with perspiration and he rubs a towel over his hair and face. He turns to look at you and you lose your breath for a second when he smiles. He's not a model, but a regular guy, and that makes him hotter, much more appealing to you. He reaches for a beer and you notice the muscles in his chest and arms again. They are flexing in a natural way, moving as he moves, not just sticking out like permanent artificial attachments or growths. He sits down in a camp chair to relax and stretches his legs out. You notice a few scars here and there on his tan skin as you try not to fixate on his sexy mouth, the late-afternoon stubble on his chin and cheek, or the faraway look in his eyes when he thinks you're not looking anymore. The closer and longer you look, the more you think Wow. This guy is really good looking, but it's the kind of attractiveness that you don't notice until you really stop and look. You look around at the other men nearby to check your theory and you realize you're right. This one is different. He's the kind of handsome that comes from living and working and sacrificing and taking care of other people. Nothing about that is fake. The Abercrombie boys are nothing next to this guy, even though he could easily blend in with a crowd without turning every woman's head as they pass by. Those who take a good look, though, will turn and watch him, and they'll notice all the pieces come together until a minute later they realize that they are staring at a very attractive, real man.
That's T.
I was having that realization again - that he's so attractive - when he entered me deeply and pulled all of my attention to that one and only thought. I gasped and my mouth dropped open. Not only did it feel marvelous, but it was the first time. Yes, the first time his cock had been inside me. We had thoroughly enjoyed our oral and manual fun for a long time, but this.....
I pulled my knees up toward my chest and tried to keep my eyes on his while he fucked me, but every now and then I had to close my eyes to focus on the perfect sensation of his cock inside me. He continued for quite a while, which was awesome, but then we stopped for a moment and I suggested we try it from behind.
"Can you do that?" he asked, referring to the same issue he mentioned earlier when I was kneeling on the floor. My answer was simple. "Yes." Not only did I know I could, but I knew it wouldn't hurt and I knew I was going to be feeling so good when I came from doing it that way that I wanted to hurry.
We got in position and I felt him behind me. I spread my knees a little wider to adjust my height and he slid inside me easily, deeper this time, and I leaned back against him. What followed wasn't gently and sweet. It was fast, hard fucking. It took me no time at all to come again, and I screamed, pushing back against him, trying to hold onto the pleasure that was reverberating through me while he was pounding me HARD from behind. He came soon after that, and then he collapsed next to me, covered with sweat and breathing hard.
We just lay there quietly for a bit, holding hands, catching our breath. Then we started talking about this and that. I rolled onto my side and leaned over to kiss him. This may sound silly but I never get tired of kissing that man. I could kiss him for hours. Ok, that's probably not a great idea, but I could.
I'm not sure how much time had passed while we were kissing and talking, talking and kissing, but after one of our prolonged kissing bouts he said, "I want you taste us." I knew exactly what he meant. I scooched down toward the foot of his bed and licked his cock. One little lick. Then another. Another. Then I moaned and took the whole thing in my mouth. Yes, I could taste both of us. I licked and suckled and swallowed until I felt his cock go from firm to immalleable and unyeilding. Even though he had just come 20 minutes before, I felt his hands on the back of my head, his fingers tightening around my hair, and his hips thrusting upward. I matched him, stroke for stroke, until he exploded into my mouth.
I love the groan a man makes when he comes. I really do. When I hear it, I feel victorious, like there was just a little bit of a power swap and I won. He may have thought he was in control, but that guttural groan means he wasn't in control for that moment. In that moment, he was mine. All mine.
I lingered a bit, keeping his cock in my mouth until I was certain he was finished. Then I swallowed one last time and gently licked his cock and balls until they were all cleaned up.
I scooched back up and into his arms. The rest of our time together was spent kissing and talking, and talking and kissing some more, until it was time to go.
We got cleaned up and dressed, and I would be the first to go. He was going to hang out there for a while. I picked up my purse and keys and I turned toward the door. That's when I saw my cane hanging from the chair where I had left it when I came in. I grabbed it and whispered under my breath, "Fucking stairs." T was right there next to me, and he slid his arms around me again and kissed me just like he did when I walked in the door a few hours before. We said our goodbyes and I heard the door close behind me as I walked down the hall.
With every step, I could feel the peace of our afternoon escape slipping away. By the time I was at my car, my mental To Do list had forced itself to the front and center of my mind and I knew that by the time I walked through my front door at home, the last remnants of the escape would be completely gone and I'd be inundated again with chores and demands. The family would want dinner. I'd have clients that would want their phone calls returned. The list would just keep going from there and my life wouldn't be my own again.
Then I shifted in my seat a little and remembered. T's gorgeous cock had been inside me and it was unbelievably wonderful. Then I saw his face in my mind and remembered our kisses, and it occurred to me that all of that was mine. The rest of my life couldn't take away my time with him or the way he made me feel. It was all mine.
Sunday, September 7, 2014
An Afternoon Escape with T (Part 1 of 2)
We arrived at the hotel at the same time. I drove to the back of the parking lot to wait in the shade for him to text me with a room number. He turned the other way, driving toward the office.
I rolled down the windows and closed my eyes. The warm breeze passed through my car, seemingly carrying away my stress and concerns of the day, too. That's how it always is when I'm alone with him - nothing but him and me and that moment. All the stuff I have to deal with during the rest of my life is completely absent. Next to being with him, I think that's what I really love about these times. I get to be truly in the moment for a couple of hours. Oh, I try to be mentally present all the time, but I never seem to master it on my own. My brain keeps piping in with a million things that need to be done. Real peace is rare for me.
But I was starting to feel it as I relaxed into the breeze that afternoon. The silence was broken by the buzz of my phone announcing his text. Room 214. They only had upstairs. Sorry.
Ugh. It's not that I mind stairs, but I'm unable to negotiate stairs without my cane and in the months I'd been seeing T, I had managed to keep him from seeing me with my cane, for the most part. I used simple tricks - park close to the room and be careful, get to his place first and be sitting on a bench waiting for him to arrive. But there was no way I could avoid it now.
Half of you are probably thinking, Why is it a big deal? (The other half of you are thinking, Kat? A cane? What? How did I miss that? You didn't miss anything. I just don't share it much. Canes aren't that sexy, are they? However, I'm starting to think it may be my job to make them sexy! LOL) Anyway, it's not a big deal. It's just my ego and my struggles with my own self-image. There was a time in my life when I would have driven away rather than be faced with this situation. But I'm a grown up now. And this was T in that room.
I made it up the stairs and to the room. He had left the door open so I walked in. He heard me and turned and looked at me at smiled. Damn, that man is ruggedly handsome. Then his eyes dashed quickly to the cane and back to my face again.
Have you ever had a moment in which it seemed like many things happened all within the duration of a split second? That's what I experienced right then. I felt fear and embarrassment and I quickly said, "I'm sorry. I didn't want you to see the cane, but the stairs....." Why was I apologizing? I had nothing to apologize for. Before I finished the sentence, he was standing in front of me, reaching out to pull me closer to him. "It's ok," he said. "No big deal." And he kissed me deeply. I hooked the cane on the back of chair and held onto him instead.
And there it was again. The feeling that came along with that warm breeze, shooing the rest of the world and all my stress away until only the two of us were in that room and nothing outside those walls mattered. We stood there kissing a while and then we stopped for a bit because both of us had just been on the road. We needed a bathroom break and a chance to clean up a bit.
The beginning of a lovemaking (or hot sex, or both, whatever the case may be) session is always interesting, and it changes base on how long you've known each other, how comfortable you are, and how horny you are, of course. Sometimes you just rip each others' clothes off. Sometimes you undress slowly, interrupted by kissing and soft touching. Sometimes, you chit chat and undress while you talk, waiting until you're both naked to get started. T and I were somewhere between the last two options. I often find myself torn between wanting to talk to him, kiss him, stare into his eyes, and suck on his cock. Of course, I can't do all of those at once, which is a darn shame. The good news, though, is that I knew I'll get to do all of them soon.
He lay down on the bed and I grabbed a pillow and threw it on the floor. "Turn this way," I said, smiling. He smiled a knowing smile and sat on the edge on of the bed. I nudged his legs apart and knelt between them. "Whoa," he said. "Can you do that?" He was referring to my kneeling on the fake hardwood floor. I just smiled and said, "That's what the pillow's for," and leaned forward to take his cock into my mouth.
Before I go on, let me say this: It was a lie. It hurt like hell and I knew it would. There's my ego again, my image of myself, my refusal to accept reality. At that moment, something hit me. Not everything from the outside stays on the other side of that door. Some things have to come with us, no matter how much we'd like to lock them out.
It hurt, but I knew he didn't know it. I'm chuckling right now because I know he'll be reading this and thinking, What the hell, Kat? Why didn't you say something? There's only one honest answer. Because I'm an idiot - too proud, too scared, too stubborn. I think he's been those things at various times in his life, too. Haven't we all?
Pain aside, I loved getting his cock into my mouth. I suckled him for a while, alternating between deep and shallow strokes, playing more than seriously working toward orgasm. I knew he wouldn't let me make him come right then. We had just started. He'd want to wait a while so he could enjoy it all more. I considered taking that decision out of his hands, and a couple of times I took him into my throat. I could tell he was getting close, but ultimately he tapped out (tapping my shoulder) and suggested I get up on the bed with him.
I agreed, and I started to comply, but then I stopped. In my exuberance and foolish excitement about getting on my knees, I had completely forgotten about the second half of that project. Getting up. At first, I was struck with panic. What if I have to ask him to help me? Seriously, at that moment, that seemed like a fate almost worse than death. Knowing someone has a disability is one thing. Seeing evidence of it (cane, wheelchair, etc.) is something else. But having to be involved in physically helping with what to others are simple movements? That's way on the un-sexy side of the scale in my mind. Sort of. Only when it's me. Could my perception of his sexiness be negatively impacted if I needed to help him? My perception of a man's sexuality is much broader than any set of physical characteristics. The question I continue to ask myself is this - Why is it so hard for me to believe that he wouldn't be put off my this stuff? T is a good man. I know he, like all of us, has struggles of his own. I know he doesn't judge me.
I proceeded slowly and eventually I made it up and onto the bed. I nestled in next to him and his hands started exploring me as we kissed. My neck, my cheek, the back of my head, my shoulder, my arm, my breast, my hip...... I parted my legs, knowing where he was going next. Hoping.
I heard myself moan softly when he touched me. He parted my lips with his fingers and found my clit instantly. My gasp and little squeal, and the way I pressed against his hand when he touched it might have been a clue for him that he was in the right place. A clue was completely unnecessary, though, because he never had trouble funding the right spot. Never. I relaxed and let him work his magic, surrendering to him and the moment. He brought me right along the trail he was blazing, at exactly the speed he wanted, using more than just his fingers. His mouth and tongue kept me entranced while arm was around me and his hand pulled the hair on the back of my head, keeping my lips in position to receive his kisses. He wrapped his legs around my leg closest to him and pulled it toward him, pinning me down. Sometimes he'd stop kissing me for a moment so he could watch my face as got closer and closer to coming.
I knew the moment was coming when it would feel less like he was doing something to me and more like he was reaching inside me to pull my orgasm from me, whether I was ready to give it up or not, because it was his and he'd come for what was his.
That moment flew by me quickly and I came hard, almost without the normal build up. One sharp bolt that made me scream into his mouth, followed by ripples of pleasure that forced out a series of little whimpers.
True to form, he didn't let me enjoy the final passing of the electricity. Instead, he kept going, stroking my clit through that almost painful period when everything is so intense...and on to another crescendo of delight. I reached down and found his cock, which was rock hard and stretched to its fullest, and I started stroking him. This time, there was a build up. Slow and steady. I squeezed his cock harder as I got closer to coming and gripped it tightly when I released. He kissed me gently, letting me come down this time, pulling his finger off my clit, sliding a couple of fingers inside me.
At one point, we stopped kissing and I gazed into his eyes. I was still shaking, he was holding me tightly, and I couldn't speak. I was feeling things I wanted to say, but I couldn't say them.
After a few moments, he rolled over on top of me, nudged my knees apart, and pressed his cock against my pussy. He slid it up and down against me for several strokes. I moaned, "That feels pretty good just like that." Just as I said that, he entered me deeply and I gasped.
To be continued......
I rolled down the windows and closed my eyes. The warm breeze passed through my car, seemingly carrying away my stress and concerns of the day, too. That's how it always is when I'm alone with him - nothing but him and me and that moment. All the stuff I have to deal with during the rest of my life is completely absent. Next to being with him, I think that's what I really love about these times. I get to be truly in the moment for a couple of hours. Oh, I try to be mentally present all the time, but I never seem to master it on my own. My brain keeps piping in with a million things that need to be done. Real peace is rare for me.
But I was starting to feel it as I relaxed into the breeze that afternoon. The silence was broken by the buzz of my phone announcing his text. Room 214. They only had upstairs. Sorry.
Ugh. It's not that I mind stairs, but I'm unable to negotiate stairs without my cane and in the months I'd been seeing T, I had managed to keep him from seeing me with my cane, for the most part. I used simple tricks - park close to the room and be careful, get to his place first and be sitting on a bench waiting for him to arrive. But there was no way I could avoid it now.
Half of you are probably thinking, Why is it a big deal? (The other half of you are thinking, Kat? A cane? What? How did I miss that? You didn't miss anything. I just don't share it much. Canes aren't that sexy, are they? However, I'm starting to think it may be my job to make them sexy! LOL) Anyway, it's not a big deal. It's just my ego and my struggles with my own self-image. There was a time in my life when I would have driven away rather than be faced with this situation. But I'm a grown up now. And this was T in that room.
I made it up the stairs and to the room. He had left the door open so I walked in. He heard me and turned and looked at me at smiled. Damn, that man is ruggedly handsome. Then his eyes dashed quickly to the cane and back to my face again.
Have you ever had a moment in which it seemed like many things happened all within the duration of a split second? That's what I experienced right then. I felt fear and embarrassment and I quickly said, "I'm sorry. I didn't want you to see the cane, but the stairs....." Why was I apologizing? I had nothing to apologize for. Before I finished the sentence, he was standing in front of me, reaching out to pull me closer to him. "It's ok," he said. "No big deal." And he kissed me deeply. I hooked the cane on the back of chair and held onto him instead.
And there it was again. The feeling that came along with that warm breeze, shooing the rest of the world and all my stress away until only the two of us were in that room and nothing outside those walls mattered. We stood there kissing a while and then we stopped for a bit because both of us had just been on the road. We needed a bathroom break and a chance to clean up a bit.
The beginning of a lovemaking (or hot sex, or both, whatever the case may be) session is always interesting, and it changes base on how long you've known each other, how comfortable you are, and how horny you are, of course. Sometimes you just rip each others' clothes off. Sometimes you undress slowly, interrupted by kissing and soft touching. Sometimes, you chit chat and undress while you talk, waiting until you're both naked to get started. T and I were somewhere between the last two options. I often find myself torn between wanting to talk to him, kiss him, stare into his eyes, and suck on his cock. Of course, I can't do all of those at once, which is a darn shame. The good news, though, is that I knew I'll get to do all of them soon.
He lay down on the bed and I grabbed a pillow and threw it on the floor. "Turn this way," I said, smiling. He smiled a knowing smile and sat on the edge on of the bed. I nudged his legs apart and knelt between them. "Whoa," he said. "Can you do that?" He was referring to my kneeling on the fake hardwood floor. I just smiled and said, "That's what the pillow's for," and leaned forward to take his cock into my mouth.
Before I go on, let me say this: It was a lie. It hurt like hell and I knew it would. There's my ego again, my image of myself, my refusal to accept reality. At that moment, something hit me. Not everything from the outside stays on the other side of that door. Some things have to come with us, no matter how much we'd like to lock them out.
It hurt, but I knew he didn't know it. I'm chuckling right now because I know he'll be reading this and thinking, What the hell, Kat? Why didn't you say something? There's only one honest answer. Because I'm an idiot - too proud, too scared, too stubborn. I think he's been those things at various times in his life, too. Haven't we all?
Pain aside, I loved getting his cock into my mouth. I suckled him for a while, alternating between deep and shallow strokes, playing more than seriously working toward orgasm. I knew he wouldn't let me make him come right then. We had just started. He'd want to wait a while so he could enjoy it all more. I considered taking that decision out of his hands, and a couple of times I took him into my throat. I could tell he was getting close, but ultimately he tapped out (tapping my shoulder) and suggested I get up on the bed with him.
I agreed, and I started to comply, but then I stopped. In my exuberance and foolish excitement about getting on my knees, I had completely forgotten about the second half of that project. Getting up. At first, I was struck with panic. What if I have to ask him to help me? Seriously, at that moment, that seemed like a fate almost worse than death. Knowing someone has a disability is one thing. Seeing evidence of it (cane, wheelchair, etc.) is something else. But having to be involved in physically helping with what to others are simple movements? That's way on the un-sexy side of the scale in my mind. Sort of. Only when it's me. Could my perception of his sexiness be negatively impacted if I needed to help him? My perception of a man's sexuality is much broader than any set of physical characteristics. The question I continue to ask myself is this - Why is it so hard for me to believe that he wouldn't be put off my this stuff? T is a good man. I know he, like all of us, has struggles of his own. I know he doesn't judge me.
I proceeded slowly and eventually I made it up and onto the bed. I nestled in next to him and his hands started exploring me as we kissed. My neck, my cheek, the back of my head, my shoulder, my arm, my breast, my hip...... I parted my legs, knowing where he was going next. Hoping.
I heard myself moan softly when he touched me. He parted my lips with his fingers and found my clit instantly. My gasp and little squeal, and the way I pressed against his hand when he touched it might have been a clue for him that he was in the right place. A clue was completely unnecessary, though, because he never had trouble funding the right spot. Never. I relaxed and let him work his magic, surrendering to him and the moment. He brought me right along the trail he was blazing, at exactly the speed he wanted, using more than just his fingers. His mouth and tongue kept me entranced while arm was around me and his hand pulled the hair on the back of my head, keeping my lips in position to receive his kisses. He wrapped his legs around my leg closest to him and pulled it toward him, pinning me down. Sometimes he'd stop kissing me for a moment so he could watch my face as got closer and closer to coming.
I knew the moment was coming when it would feel less like he was doing something to me and more like he was reaching inside me to pull my orgasm from me, whether I was ready to give it up or not, because it was his and he'd come for what was his.
That moment flew by me quickly and I came hard, almost without the normal build up. One sharp bolt that made me scream into his mouth, followed by ripples of pleasure that forced out a series of little whimpers.
True to form, he didn't let me enjoy the final passing of the electricity. Instead, he kept going, stroking my clit through that almost painful period when everything is so intense...and on to another crescendo of delight. I reached down and found his cock, which was rock hard and stretched to its fullest, and I started stroking him. This time, there was a build up. Slow and steady. I squeezed his cock harder as I got closer to coming and gripped it tightly when I released. He kissed me gently, letting me come down this time, pulling his finger off my clit, sliding a couple of fingers inside me.
At one point, we stopped kissing and I gazed into his eyes. I was still shaking, he was holding me tightly, and I couldn't speak. I was feeling things I wanted to say, but I couldn't say them.
After a few moments, he rolled over on top of me, nudged my knees apart, and pressed his cock against my pussy. He slid it up and down against me for several strokes. I moaned, "That feels pretty good just like that." Just as I said that, he entered me deeply and I gasped.
To be continued......
Tuesday, August 19, 2014
The Surprises in Room 139 (Part 3 of 3)
If you haven't yet read the first two parts of this encounter, here they are:
The Surprises in Room 139 (Part 1 of 3)
The Surprises in Room 139 (Part 2 of 3)
The Surprises in Room 139 (Part 1 of 3)
The Surprises in Room 139 (Part 2 of 3)
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One of the frustrating things about only having a couple of hours together is that you want to do much more than you can do in that amount of time. Ultimately, you just have to let go of plans and expectations and go with the flow. That's what I decided to do at this point.
I had checked the time and it was time to go. In fact, it was about 5 minutes before my "must go now" time. But we were both having such a nice time and I was in the mood and he was hard again, so......
I scooted down and started licking his cock. I was thinking. He came just a little while ago. Could he come again so soon? How long would that take? I started to wonder if he'd want to go for it again, but then I realized I was taking a rock hard cock into my mouth. That's usually a sign that he wants to go for it. I think that's the universal male sign for, "Go for it!" So I did.
I got comfortable, prepared to spend some time. Rushing wouldn't work. The only way this would happen is if I focused on the journey, rather than the destination. I took him into my mouth and suckled him slowly, playfully. Then after a moment or two, I sucked the head into my throat and swallowed, massaging him with my soft palate and flicking my tongue on the base. Every time he moaned, I stopped what I was doing and changed it up, trying different things, exploring, playing.
About ten minutes into it, I felt a twinge in my pussy, then another. I sucked him harder, almost as an automatic response to what I was feeling. Now I wasn't playing anymore. Whenever my pussy twitched I'd press into whatever I was doing with renewed focus and passion. If I had taken him in deep, I'd dive down further. If I was on an upstroke, I'd just suckle the head for a bit.
I knew he was done with my eclectic approach when I felt him grab my head and hold it down while he thrusted upward from below. I pressed my legs together and started grinding, wanting to cum, but trying to stay focused on him. I wasn't very successful until I heard him groan loudly and push my head down, holding me firmly while he came.
I held my breath, then came up swallowing. After, I kissed his cock gently, as I always do. I was about to crawl back up to kiss him when I thought. Wait. What's good for the goose is good for gander. He never stops when I come. He always keeps going. I wonder what would happen if...... Besides, horny is an understatement for what I was feeling at the moment.
I didn't care what time it was.
I looked up at him and took his cock into my mouth again. He smiled and chuckled a little. He didn't get completely soft after he came, and it didn't take long at all before he was as hard as he was before. Every now and then he'd say something, but to be honest, I don't know what he said. His voice had a magical effect on me, though. My pussy wasn't just twitching anymore; it was on fire.
I was conflicted again. I really needed a good hard fucking, but I was committed to seeing if I could get a 3rd orgasm out of him, and I was finding it pretty pleasurable. I could wait. For a little while, anyway.
I refocused on his cock and started with the exactly what I had been doing when he came a moment ago. He moaned loudly. I relaxed and kept going, sliding my hands up his hips and around his lower back, then down to his backside, pulling him up a little on each downstroke so I could get him even deeper.
My mind wandered at times. Why does this guy turn me on like he does? Why does my body respond to him so easily? Why do I like being with him so much? Why does his voice make me feel both calm and excited at the same time?
Every now and then he'd do something that would pull my attention back to him completely - a moan, a word or two, his grip on my hair pulling my head up forcing me to pull against him to get back to his cock. And whenever my attention came back, not only did I go after his cock more hungrily, but I realized how close I was to coming.
It seemed like a long time later, but eventually he groaned loudly again and held my head down. I felt his cock pulsate in my mouth, but very little ejaculate came out. When he released me a moment later, he said, "Damn, you drained me." That made me smile, So, that's really possible, I thought.
My pussy was quivering wildly. Not. Quite. There. Ugh!
I lapped up a few drops of cum and crawled back up to kiss him. I wanted to suggest that we do something more to take the edge off my slutty and needy pussy, but I realized that it had to be late. I checked the time and I was right. I had to go. I was already late. Fuck.
As I was driving home, I still wanted him. Later that night, I still wanted him. Finally, I found some release in the shower, but it didn't relieve my desire for him at all. And we had no date for another meeting.
I hoped it would be soon.
Thursday, August 14, 2014
The Surprises in Room 139 (Part 2 of 3)
This is the continuation of The Surprises in Room 139 (Part 1 of 3). You can start here or go back to read part 1 first, as you choose.
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As T was moving between my legs, I tilted my head back and tried to relax. I spread my legs, but was reminded immediately by a shot of pain from my groin injury that I needed to be careful and move slowly. I opened my knees as he slipped his arm under and around my right thigh. I grabbed his hand and held on tightly when I felt the first flick of his tongue on my clit.
I reached between my legs with my other hand and separated my pussy lips for him, giving him more room, and then I closed my eyes, trying to focus on the sensations.
Every now and then I'd catch myself thinking, "Wait. How is he doing that? Is that his tongue? His lips?" and I'd have to pull myself back to the moment or he would do it for me by changing things up a little bit.
In less than two minutes, my body had taken over and I couldn't think about anything. I felt him slide a finger (or two) inside me and I started to shake. I moaned "No!" in protest, but not a no as in "Stop!" but a no as in, "I don't want to come so fast! I want to feel it build for longer." He ignored me and I came hard.
Yes, I know that's hard for you guys. No should mean "No, stop!" right? And it does, usually. Fortunately, T knows me well enough to know that it didn't mean I wanted him to stop. I remember once several months ago when he made come so many times that I was truly in need of a break. My protests did no good so I ended up sitting up and grabbing his hair and pulling him off me. Haha! He can read my body's more subtle signals now, which is very helpful.
With most of the men I've known, an orgasm kind of stops everything for awhile, and then it's time to fuck or play with him or just chat for a bit, but not with T. With him, coming means we're just getting started, and he increases the intensity to the next level.
I squealed a bit as he started sucking on my clit again because it was so, so sensitive. I took a deep breath to try to get over that sensation of a hundred electric needle pricks on my clit, and as I did, I lifted my shoulders a bit so I could look down at him. He was busy at work so I couldn't see much of his face, but I could see his strong shoulders, and his left arm that flexed as he held me tightly in place while my body tried to wiggle away. I could see his mussed black hair that I love to play with, and I could see his lower back and hips that were also moving slightly as he pressed forward, finger fucking me with his right hand. That image of him was so incredibly hot that, coupled with the actions of his hand and mouth, I was about to come again.
I screamed and started shuddering, and he held onto me tighter and did whatever he was doing faster and harder. Unlike the orgasms before this one, this one came on slowly and kept building and building as it spread throughout my body. It didn't start subsiding after 30 seconds and I didn't want to lose it. I wanted to ride it as long as I could. Of course, I didn't need to say anything because he had no intention of stopping.
I lost my sense of time, so I'm not sure how long it was, but it felt like that one kept reverberating through me for five or more minutes and, just as I started to come down, the next one hit. It came hard and suddenly, like an unexpected car collision, and I felt the air being sucked from my lungs as I sat halfway up and screamed. I squeezed his hand harder to steady myself. That one ended as quickly as it came. Within 10 seconds, I had collapsed back on the pillow again. I gasped for some air, trying to recover, but there was no recovery period. T was still going, trying something new and pulling me right back to where he wanted me again. And again.
I'd love to be able to give you detail about exactly what he does to make me so crazy, but I have no idea, really. I know it feels damn good. That's what I know. Maybe we'll get him to write a guest post to share some of his technique, or maybe he'll want to keep it a secret. We'll see.
After all that, I curled up with him and rested my head on his shoulder....and I wanted to nap. That's the truth, but I wasn't about to waste a moment of our time with sleep. We chatted a bit, about everything and nothing. And we kissed. A lot. It was almost time to go, but I don't think either of us wanted to stop.
Then I felt it. I reached down to be sure. He was hard again. We both smiled, ready for more.
To be continued.....
Friday, August 1, 2014
The Great Dane and The Pomeranian
I went to the doctor yesterday about a groin pull I got over a month ago. Why did I wait a month? Because I assumed it would just get better on its own, of course. But it didn't and the pain was getting to be too much, so I finally relented and got some medical attention.
While I'm not entirely sure, I think I got this injury while playing with Tall Guy. I'm not sure because I don't remember feeling anything pop or pull, but I sure could feel it afterward and it got worse and worse.
Anyway, I was discussing it with a friend of mine - let's call him Faithful Married Guy - and he said, "That's what happens when a Great Dane fucks a Pomeranian."
I had to laugh, both at the image that put into my head and the appropriateness of the comparison. I also chuckled at the way Faithful Married Guy expressed himself. Those guys in the center of the country have a gift for that sort of thing, I think.
Yes, when a Great Dane and a Pomeranian fuck, someone is going to get hurt, and it's not going to be the Great Dane.
To help you get the picture, I found this video of a Great Dane and Toy Pomeranian playing. Ignore the background noise; it's irrelevant. All you need is the visual.
While I thought, at first, that this was just a cute video without any real similarity to Tall Guy and me except the height difference, this Great Dane's tongue and what he does it with do indeed remind me of Tall Guy. ;-)
While I'm not entirely sure, I think I got this injury while playing with Tall Guy. I'm not sure because I don't remember feeling anything pop or pull, but I sure could feel it afterward and it got worse and worse.
Anyway, I was discussing it with a friend of mine - let's call him Faithful Married Guy - and he said, "That's what happens when a Great Dane fucks a Pomeranian."
I had to laugh, both at the image that put into my head and the appropriateness of the comparison. I also chuckled at the way Faithful Married Guy expressed himself. Those guys in the center of the country have a gift for that sort of thing, I think.
Yes, when a Great Dane and a Pomeranian fuck, someone is going to get hurt, and it's not going to be the Great Dane.
To help you get the picture, I found this video of a Great Dane and Toy Pomeranian playing. Ignore the background noise; it's irrelevant. All you need is the visual.
While I thought, at first, that this was just a cute video without any real similarity to Tall Guy and me except the height difference, this Great Dane's tongue and what he does it with do indeed remind me of Tall Guy. ;-)
Saturday, July 19, 2014
All I Need Is a Little Alpha
Hubby came home last night and we went to bed. I was all prepared, as I said I would be, but he seemed surprised about the whole thing.
Hubby: Oh, you wanna have sex?
Kat: You're the one who texted me that you took a pill. Doesn't that always mean that you want sex?
Hubby: Uh. Ok. We can do that.
There's nothing like a response like that to make a gal feel wanted (yes, that was sarcasm). I didn't let it deter me, though. I answered with a perky, "Great!" and jumped into bed.
Things started off like they always do. He grabbed some lube and started fingering me. If you would just warm me up a bit, the lube would be completely unnecessary, I thought, but I didn't say it. I've said it enough before.
If he wasn't going to help with the warm up, I'd handle it myself, so I reached down and started stroking his cock while I thought about my last visit with my Sweetie. Oh yeah. I came in no time.
He got up on his knees, his favorite position for getting a BJ. He was rock hard. Thank God for those little pills (yes, the pills that we pay for ourselves, that insurance doesn't cover....and I've never whined about that once).
I took him into my mouth and started sucking on him slowly, getting reacquainted with his cock. I will say this for Hubby; he has a lovely cock. Bigger than average, nice shape. After a few strokes I started to get into it. I reached around, squeezed his butt, and pulled him forward every time I went down.
That's when it happened. He started thrusting his his hips forward a bit, then he put his hand on the back of my head, gripped my hair, and pulled me onto him every time he thrusted forward.
Oh. my. god. That tiny bit of alpha behavior was all I needed to get that buzz of desire. I dove down and took that throbbing cock into my throat and kept swallowing until I almost passed out. Then I took a breath and sucked the cum right out of him. He actually yelled as he came. That hasn't happened for years.
We rested together after. I snuggled up next to him and instead of acting like he wanted me on the other side of the bed immediately, he started running his fingers through my hair as we talked.
I was ready go again, but I didn't think he'd be able to. Still, I lightly squeezed his balls and brushed his cock every now and then. Fifteen minutes later, he was getting hard again.
I started stroking him, and he said, "Uh, Kat, you know that's an illusion. I won't cum again."
"Such a negative attitude," I whined as I kept stroking.
When he was fully hard again, I rolled over to straddle him.
"What about your knees?!" he said quickly.
I slid his cock inside me and said, "Fuck my knees," just before I leaned over and kissed his neck.
Ok, I'll admit it, my knees were killing me, but I wasn't going to let the moment go. He was going to cum a second time. I suspected he'd need some help. So I started whispering in his ear as I rocked my hips, grinding my clit against him.
"Did you like it when your little slut, M, rode you? Did she do it like this or did you like her to sit up straight and tall so you could see her little tits and watch your cock as it slid in and out of her? "
He didn't say anything, but he gabbed my hips and started pulling me, guiding me exactly how he wanted.
"Mmmm, nice. I'll bet she was a good little slut and did exactly what you said, didn't she? Did she love your cock as much as I do? Did she suck on it? Was she good at that?"
He spoke, breathlessly. "No one does it like you do."
Wow. That made me smile, and it almost made me lose focus, but I held on.
"That's because you know I love you. But her cunt was always nice and tight for you, wasn't it?"
He started pumping, thrusting his hips upward. Then suddenly he stopped and said, "Get off. I want you from behind."
Yeehaw! I thought. Here we go.... but then I couldn't get off. My knees had frozen up. LOL. Yes. I was stuck. I whispered in his ear, "I'm sure M never got stuck on you, did she?" And we both burst into laughter.
Slowly, very slowly, he helped me and I managed to get off and change positions. I was afraid that the hot mood was dead, but he got behind me, entered me and said, "Actually, her cunt was always perfect - warm, wet, tight.... Now shut the fuck up!" And he brought his hand down hard on my ass.
SLAP!
Ouch! But.....holy shit! Where did that come from??? I felt a little shudder in my pussy. That's it. All I need is a little Alpha, Dear.
He grabbed both my hips and started fucking me hard and fast. I tried to move with him, but I couldn't, he was in control. All I could do was hold on.
Then he said something that made my heart stop.
"Is this the way JJ fucked you?"
Shit. I didn't know what to say. The whole truth? That would be, "yes, but harder and faster and with a thicker cock." I decided that partial truth would do, so I just said, "Yes."
He slapped my ass again. Hard! And he started pumping me harder.
Then I had JJ on the brain, and I came very quickly after that, but he didn't slow down, which made it much more intense.
A few minutes later, he came, and he groaned loudly as he did. He pulled me back onto him and held me tightly for a while. Then he released me and collapsed on the bed next to me. I rolled over. He reached over and took my hand. We were both quiet for awhile. I was the one who spoke first.
"Was that pill one from the doctor or one from that online pharmacy that I found?"
"Online," he said, still catching his breath.
We looked at each other and we both smiled, then laughed.
A few minutes later, he said, "Kat?"
"Yes?"
"I don't think I can take another pill for a few days."
We laughed again.
"That's ok," I told him. "Let's just stay in today, shall we? Today was ...uh.....pretty good, don't you think?"
No answer. Just as I turned to look at him, I heard the snore. Poor guy was tuckered out.
And I was amazed. Just when I think it won't ever get any better, he surprises me. All he needed was a little more help from me, and all I needed was a little bit of Alpha.
Hubby: Oh, you wanna have sex?
Kat: You're the one who texted me that you took a pill. Doesn't that always mean that you want sex?
Hubby: Uh. Ok. We can do that.
There's nothing like a response like that to make a gal feel wanted (yes, that was sarcasm). I didn't let it deter me, though. I answered with a perky, "Great!" and jumped into bed.
Things started off like they always do. He grabbed some lube and started fingering me. If you would just warm me up a bit, the lube would be completely unnecessary, I thought, but I didn't say it. I've said it enough before.
If he wasn't going to help with the warm up, I'd handle it myself, so I reached down and started stroking his cock while I thought about my last visit with my Sweetie. Oh yeah. I came in no time.
He got up on his knees, his favorite position for getting a BJ. He was rock hard. Thank God for those little pills (yes, the pills that we pay for ourselves, that insurance doesn't cover....and I've never whined about that once).
I took him into my mouth and started sucking on him slowly, getting reacquainted with his cock. I will say this for Hubby; he has a lovely cock. Bigger than average, nice shape. After a few strokes I started to get into it. I reached around, squeezed his butt, and pulled him forward every time I went down.
That's when it happened. He started thrusting his his hips forward a bit, then he put his hand on the back of my head, gripped my hair, and pulled me onto him every time he thrusted forward.
Oh. my. god. That tiny bit of alpha behavior was all I needed to get that buzz of desire. I dove down and took that throbbing cock into my throat and kept swallowing until I almost passed out. Then I took a breath and sucked the cum right out of him. He actually yelled as he came. That hasn't happened for years.
We rested together after. I snuggled up next to him and instead of acting like he wanted me on the other side of the bed immediately, he started running his fingers through my hair as we talked.
I was ready go again, but I didn't think he'd be able to. Still, I lightly squeezed his balls and brushed his cock every now and then. Fifteen minutes later, he was getting hard again.
I started stroking him, and he said, "Uh, Kat, you know that's an illusion. I won't cum again."
"Such a negative attitude," I whined as I kept stroking.
When he was fully hard again, I rolled over to straddle him.
"What about your knees?!" he said quickly.
I slid his cock inside me and said, "Fuck my knees," just before I leaned over and kissed his neck.
Ok, I'll admit it, my knees were killing me, but I wasn't going to let the moment go. He was going to cum a second time. I suspected he'd need some help. So I started whispering in his ear as I rocked my hips, grinding my clit against him.
"Did you like it when your little slut, M, rode you? Did she do it like this or did you like her to sit up straight and tall so you could see her little tits and watch your cock as it slid in and out of her? "
He didn't say anything, but he gabbed my hips and started pulling me, guiding me exactly how he wanted.
"Mmmm, nice. I'll bet she was a good little slut and did exactly what you said, didn't she? Did she love your cock as much as I do? Did she suck on it? Was she good at that?"
He spoke, breathlessly. "No one does it like you do."
Wow. That made me smile, and it almost made me lose focus, but I held on.
"That's because you know I love you. But her cunt was always nice and tight for you, wasn't it?"
He started pumping, thrusting his hips upward. Then suddenly he stopped and said, "Get off. I want you from behind."
Yeehaw! I thought. Here we go.... but then I couldn't get off. My knees had frozen up. LOL. Yes. I was stuck. I whispered in his ear, "I'm sure M never got stuck on you, did she?" And we both burst into laughter.
Slowly, very slowly, he helped me and I managed to get off and change positions. I was afraid that the hot mood was dead, but he got behind me, entered me and said, "Actually, her cunt was always perfect - warm, wet, tight.... Now shut the fuck up!" And he brought his hand down hard on my ass.
SLAP!
Ouch! But.....holy shit! Where did that come from??? I felt a little shudder in my pussy. That's it. All I need is a little Alpha, Dear.
He grabbed both my hips and started fucking me hard and fast. I tried to move with him, but I couldn't, he was in control. All I could do was hold on.
Then he said something that made my heart stop.
"Is this the way JJ fucked you?"
Shit. I didn't know what to say. The whole truth? That would be, "yes, but harder and faster and with a thicker cock." I decided that partial truth would do, so I just said, "Yes."
He slapped my ass again. Hard! And he started pumping me harder.
Then I had JJ on the brain, and I came very quickly after that, but he didn't slow down, which made it much more intense.
A few minutes later, he came, and he groaned loudly as he did. He pulled me back onto him and held me tightly for a while. Then he released me and collapsed on the bed next to me. I rolled over. He reached over and took my hand. We were both quiet for awhile. I was the one who spoke first.
"Was that pill one from the doctor or one from that online pharmacy that I found?"
"Online," he said, still catching his breath.
We looked at each other and we both smiled, then laughed.
A few minutes later, he said, "Kat?"
"Yes?"
"I don't think I can take another pill for a few days."
We laughed again.
"That's ok," I told him. "Let's just stay in today, shall we? Today was ...uh.....pretty good, don't you think?"
No answer. Just as I turned to look at him, I heard the snore. Poor guy was tuckered out.
And I was amazed. Just when I think it won't ever get any better, he surprises me. All he needed was a little more help from me, and all I needed was a little bit of Alpha.
Thursday, January 16, 2014
Stolen Hours
I was in the car getting ready to go, and I looked up at T who was standing next to the car looking down at me. The smile on his face melted my heart. Maybe it was the beautiful day with the sunlight filtering down on him through the tree. Maybe it was the last remnants of the oxytocin floating through my body, the result of coming more times than I could count. Whatever it was, it was making me feel connected to him and I didn't want to leave. But I had to, of course. He had to leave, too. We both had to get back to work. The hours we had stolen to be together were over.
A little over two hours earlier, I was just arriving to his man cave out in the country. When I was there three days ago, I was nervous, but not today. Being there felt right.
I knocked on the door and no one answered, so I let myself in. Then I walked back to his bedroom and knocked. No answer. I stood there for a couple of minutes, not quite sure what to do. While I was thinking about it, he walked in. I smiled at him and we exchanged greetings as he walked over to me and kissed me.
We stepped into his room and he closed the door behind him. He had music playing and a lamp on an end table lit so the room was dim, but not dark. I dropped my purse and kicked off my shoes and turned to kiss him again. Deep, slow, passionate kisses. I reached down to untuck his shirt and he pulled it off, uncovering his strong, broad shoulders. I touched his chest with both hands and slowly ran my hands up to and over his shoulders.
What followed was something of a flurry of kissing, clothes coming off, him sucking my breast, me sucking his cock. It was that rushed and frenzied beginning when you want to do everything at once. Eventually, that settled down and we both got on the bed. I was laying on my back and he was laying over me, kissing me, sliding a hand over my breast, pinching my nipple, then sliding it down further. He fingered me for a minute or so and then he slid down between my legs.
Just as his tongue touched my clit, he slid a couple of fingers inside me. I put my head back and closed my eyes, focusing on the sensations. Soon I was rocking my hips, pressing against his hand and his mouth, and moaning loudly. I came hard, shaking and feeling my cunt tighten around his fingers. It was dizzying.
As you know, I'm not used to anyone going down on me. Hubby has never done it. It had happened about five times in my life before I met T and I only came on two of those occasions. Now it's happened twice with T - once a couple days ago and once today.
I expected a little recovery time, but he didn't stop. Now it was even more intense - that pain mixed with pleasure that comes when everything down there is so sensitive. I squirmed at first, whimpered a weak "no" that I didn't mean. It just felt so foreign to me. But he didn't stop. Within a couple of minutes I started shaking and I came again, this time a little harder.
I wanted to pull him up to me so I could kiss him, but he wouldn't stop. His fingers and his mouth worked their magic and the next orgasm didn't feel like it was bursting out of me. It felt like it was being pulled from me involuntarily. I've heard about forced orgasms, but I hadn't experienced one myself, until today.
Three orgasms from oral - that exceeds the total number for the entire rest of my life. Wow.
Finally, he moved back up to where I could kiss him. I tasted myself all over his mouth and wrapped my arms around him. He laid down next to me and we kissed some more. I traced my finger on his face, still trying to learn about him. Within a few minutes, he moved between my legs, I pulled up my knees and he slid his cock inside me. I was a little embarrassed because I was so wet; it was like a slip 'n' slide down there. No friction. It seemed like a good time for him to relax and let me take over.
He laid back and I scooched down toward the end of the bed. I licked his cock first, and it jumped. Then I took it into my mouth and started suckling it. He grabbed my hair and pulled it tight - very tight - and guided me up and down. Again. Again. Then he pushed my head down on him and held me down so all I could do was swallow over and over. After a little while, he released me to do as I pleased with him, but he held my hair tight with my head pulled up just a bit so I had to strain against the pressure to get to his cock and suck harder. He pushed me down on him again when he was ready to come and he groaned long and loudly as he released into my mouth.
We rested together for awhile, talking, kissing, laughing. Without warning, he slid his hand between my legs and started fingering my clit. I moaned and started shuddering within about a minute and just like earlier, he didn't stop after I came; he just kept fingering me until I came again and again.
Finally, I stopped him. I don't know how many times I came, but I knew I couldn't take one more try.
He asked me if I'd wrap my mouth around his cock again. I smiled. Of course! This time he let me do him however I wanted and he came quickly. I swallowed, cleaned up, and we kissed some more, both of us knowing that our time was about up.
We got dressed and started to leave. I forgot to kiss him goodbye in the house. We were outside near my car when I turned to kiss him. We kissed briefly and then he reminded me that I forgot to kiss while we were in private, and not outside. But you know what? I didn't care. I was happy and relaxed, it was a beautiful day, and here was an incredible man I didn't want to leave. Who cares if someone sees us?
Yes, I know that's stupid, but that's how I felt. I'd do it again in the same situation.
I got in my car and looked up, and there he was smiling at me. As I said, my heart melted.
A little over two hours earlier, I was just arriving to his man cave out in the country. When I was there three days ago, I was nervous, but not today. Being there felt right.
I knocked on the door and no one answered, so I let myself in. Then I walked back to his bedroom and knocked. No answer. I stood there for a couple of minutes, not quite sure what to do. While I was thinking about it, he walked in. I smiled at him and we exchanged greetings as he walked over to me and kissed me.
We stepped into his room and he closed the door behind him. He had music playing and a lamp on an end table lit so the room was dim, but not dark. I dropped my purse and kicked off my shoes and turned to kiss him again. Deep, slow, passionate kisses. I reached down to untuck his shirt and he pulled it off, uncovering his strong, broad shoulders. I touched his chest with both hands and slowly ran my hands up to and over his shoulders.
What followed was something of a flurry of kissing, clothes coming off, him sucking my breast, me sucking his cock. It was that rushed and frenzied beginning when you want to do everything at once. Eventually, that settled down and we both got on the bed. I was laying on my back and he was laying over me, kissing me, sliding a hand over my breast, pinching my nipple, then sliding it down further. He fingered me for a minute or so and then he slid down between my legs.
Just as his tongue touched my clit, he slid a couple of fingers inside me. I put my head back and closed my eyes, focusing on the sensations. Soon I was rocking my hips, pressing against his hand and his mouth, and moaning loudly. I came hard, shaking and feeling my cunt tighten around his fingers. It was dizzying.
As you know, I'm not used to anyone going down on me. Hubby has never done it. It had happened about five times in my life before I met T and I only came on two of those occasions. Now it's happened twice with T - once a couple days ago and once today.
I expected a little recovery time, but he didn't stop. Now it was even more intense - that pain mixed with pleasure that comes when everything down there is so sensitive. I squirmed at first, whimpered a weak "no" that I didn't mean. It just felt so foreign to me. But he didn't stop. Within a couple of minutes I started shaking and I came again, this time a little harder.
I wanted to pull him up to me so I could kiss him, but he wouldn't stop. His fingers and his mouth worked their magic and the next orgasm didn't feel like it was bursting out of me. It felt like it was being pulled from me involuntarily. I've heard about forced orgasms, but I hadn't experienced one myself, until today.
Three orgasms from oral - that exceeds the total number for the entire rest of my life. Wow.
Finally, he moved back up to where I could kiss him. I tasted myself all over his mouth and wrapped my arms around him. He laid down next to me and we kissed some more. I traced my finger on his face, still trying to learn about him. Within a few minutes, he moved between my legs, I pulled up my knees and he slid his cock inside me. I was a little embarrassed because I was so wet; it was like a slip 'n' slide down there. No friction. It seemed like a good time for him to relax and let me take over.
He laid back and I scooched down toward the end of the bed. I licked his cock first, and it jumped. Then I took it into my mouth and started suckling it. He grabbed my hair and pulled it tight - very tight - and guided me up and down. Again. Again. Then he pushed my head down on him and held me down so all I could do was swallow over and over. After a little while, he released me to do as I pleased with him, but he held my hair tight with my head pulled up just a bit so I had to strain against the pressure to get to his cock and suck harder. He pushed me down on him again when he was ready to come and he groaned long and loudly as he released into my mouth.
We rested together for awhile, talking, kissing, laughing. Without warning, he slid his hand between my legs and started fingering my clit. I moaned and started shuddering within about a minute and just like earlier, he didn't stop after I came; he just kept fingering me until I came again and again.
Finally, I stopped him. I don't know how many times I came, but I knew I couldn't take one more try.
He asked me if I'd wrap my mouth around his cock again. I smiled. Of course! This time he let me do him however I wanted and he came quickly. I swallowed, cleaned up, and we kissed some more, both of us knowing that our time was about up.
We got dressed and started to leave. I forgot to kiss him goodbye in the house. We were outside near my car when I turned to kiss him. We kissed briefly and then he reminded me that I forgot to kiss while we were in private, and not outside. But you know what? I didn't care. I was happy and relaxed, it was a beautiful day, and here was an incredible man I didn't want to leave. Who cares if someone sees us?
Yes, I know that's stupid, but that's how I felt. I'd do it again in the same situation.
I got in my car and looked up, and there he was smiling at me. As I said, my heart melted.
Monday, January 13, 2014
Confession
I was chatting with C last week and he asked an interesting question. He was joking at the time, but it got me thinking. He asked, "Is it a sin to have sex in a classroom in a Mormon Church."
Hmmm.
I answered that I'm pretty sure it's a sin if your partner is not your wife, but I don't know if it's a sin (from the LDS perspective) to have sex with your wife in a classroom in a Mormon Church. So, I asked my favorite Mormon friend (no, not Mitt Romney) and I'm hoping he'll chime in with an answer in the comments.
In the Catholic Church, we have the advantage of the Sacrament of Confession to help us clean up those pesky sins. Of course, one must be repentant to be forgiven, but when I was younger, I tended to mistake repentance for my actions for repentance for having a sin on the books. Sort of like, "I'm sorry I have a sin to confess, but I'm not sorry about fucking five guys at that frat party."
Here's how an actual confession session went with me and my Pastor, Father Joe, when I was about 18. By that time, face-to-face confession was as common as the use of the confessional, but I always used the confessional because it felt more private and confidential, even though Father Joe knew exactly who I was and often referred to me by name.
Kat: Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been a week since my last confession.
Father Joe: What do you have to confess?
Kat: Well, I had sex with my boyfriend here a little while ago.
Father Joe: In the church?
Kat: Yes. In the confessional, to be specific.
No response from the other side of the screen.
Kat: Twice.
Father Joe: You had sex twice in this confessional?
Kat: Yes.
Father Joe: Today.
Kat: Yes.
Father Joe: Why did you do that?
Kat: Because I was just too embarrassed to do it out in the open on one of the pews, even though Richard wanted me to.
(Muffled laughter)
Father Joe: Ok, Kat. Do you have anything else to confess?
Kat: Yes. I've had sex 6 other times this week. Maybe seven. Does oral sex count as a separate event of sex? Is it really sex at all?
Father Joe: What do you think?
Kat: Probably. You don't give us much leeway when it comes to sex. I have a question.
Father Joe: Go ahead.
Kat: You know that Richard and I are planning to get married. Once we get married, will all of our pre-marital sex be ok ? Will it be kind of retroactively considered as moral?
Father Joe: No, and you know that, Kat. Do you have anything else to confess?
I proceeded to run through a few smaller sins, say the Act of Contrition, listen to his instructions for penance, the absolution, and his admonition to sin no more.
I walked out of the confessional and my boyfriend started walking in. I grabbed him by the hand and pulled him over to me, and whispered in his ear, "Don't lie. I told him everything." He groaned and stepped in, closing the door behind him.
I always felt great when I came out of confession and I did that day, too. I had a clean slate, a fresh start.
It lasted about 20 minutes, until Richard got out of confession and we did it in his car in the parking lot. We were making out and he started pushing my head down toward his crotch, the universal male gesture for "Blow job, please." I protested for 5 seconds. "But we just went to confession...." He replied, "Blow jobs don't count as sex." I knew better, but I responded simply, "Ok," just before taking his hard cock deeply into my mouth.
Hmmm.
I answered that I'm pretty sure it's a sin if your partner is not your wife, but I don't know if it's a sin (from the LDS perspective) to have sex with your wife in a classroom in a Mormon Church. So, I asked my favorite Mormon friend (no, not Mitt Romney) and I'm hoping he'll chime in with an answer in the comments.
In the Catholic Church, we have the advantage of the Sacrament of Confession to help us clean up those pesky sins. Of course, one must be repentant to be forgiven, but when I was younger, I tended to mistake repentance for my actions for repentance for having a sin on the books. Sort of like, "I'm sorry I have a sin to confess, but I'm not sorry about fucking five guys at that frat party."
Here's how an actual confession session went with me and my Pastor, Father Joe, when I was about 18. By that time, face-to-face confession was as common as the use of the confessional, but I always used the confessional because it felt more private and confidential, even though Father Joe knew exactly who I was and often referred to me by name.
Kat: Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been a week since my last confession.
Father Joe: What do you have to confess?
Kat: Well, I had sex with my boyfriend here a little while ago.
Father Joe: In the church?
Kat: Yes. In the confessional, to be specific.
No response from the other side of the screen.
Kat: Twice.
Father Joe: You had sex twice in this confessional?
Kat: Yes.
Father Joe: Today.
Kat: Yes.
Father Joe: Why did you do that?
Kat: Because I was just too embarrassed to do it out in the open on one of the pews, even though Richard wanted me to.
(Muffled laughter)
Father Joe: Ok, Kat. Do you have anything else to confess?
Kat: Yes. I've had sex 6 other times this week. Maybe seven. Does oral sex count as a separate event of sex? Is it really sex at all?
Father Joe: What do you think?
Kat: Probably. You don't give us much leeway when it comes to sex. I have a question.
Father Joe: Go ahead.
Kat: You know that Richard and I are planning to get married. Once we get married, will all of our pre-marital sex be ok ? Will it be kind of retroactively considered as moral?
Father Joe: No, and you know that, Kat. Do you have anything else to confess?
I proceeded to run through a few smaller sins, say the Act of Contrition, listen to his instructions for penance, the absolution, and his admonition to sin no more.
I walked out of the confessional and my boyfriend started walking in. I grabbed him by the hand and pulled him over to me, and whispered in his ear, "Don't lie. I told him everything." He groaned and stepped in, closing the door behind him.
I always felt great when I came out of confession and I did that day, too. I had a clean slate, a fresh start.
It lasted about 20 minutes, until Richard got out of confession and we did it in his car in the parking lot. We were making out and he started pushing my head down toward his crotch, the universal male gesture for "Blow job, please." I protested for 5 seconds. "But we just went to confession...." He replied, "Blow jobs don't count as sex." I knew better, but I responded simply, "Ok," just before taking his hard cock deeply into my mouth.
Monday, November 25, 2013
A Man's Guide to Giving Great "Clit"
So I turned to my good friend SomewhereMan. Now, I've never experienced his prowess, but I've heard reports that he really knows what he's doing. Here's his contribution to the cause.
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When Kat asked me for a man's perspective on "going down", I jumped at the chance. Not too quickly nor too eagerly, of course, but with care and concern.
Most women know they love it when their man (or men) go down on them. Yet what works best? How would they recommend a man proceed? I know how I love my rod getting sucked but I'm not exactly in a position where I can get on my knees or give a hummer from the passenger seat on a long, country drive.
There was once a time where I was convinced that a man who was an expert in oral sex on a woman would never lose that woman. Well... I've found that isn't true. But a woman will allow more latitude if her man is complete, sensual and determined to make her cum.
Over and over.
A Man's Guide To Giving Great "Clit".
Watch Porn But Remember The Individual. This is critical for each guy. We all want to think that we're Peter North and can dig in with four women at a time. Even Peter knows that each woman is a little...different. I look back on my lovers over the past three years. Some loved having their asshole licked. Others tightened up as my tongue advanced to that region. Some wanted the "tongue on clit/two fingers inside" extra value meal. Others just wanted their clit sucked. There is no "one style fits all".
Eye Contact. I can't stress this enough. While you're digging in, keep plenty of eye contact with her. She'll bit her bottom lip and, perhaps, pinch her nipples. The eye contact is the silent affirmation of her beauty. Women work hard to look good for us. They give up rich food. They do that yoga bullshit. Eye contact doesn't cost anything but always pays off.
Let Her Know Time Doesn't Matter. I do have a slight issue when I'm in the "receiving" position. Out of my natural concern for others, I try not to take too long to climax. I don't want her having to suck on me for 20 minutes because I don't want her to have a sore throat and busted wrists. Yet, for a woman that I love (and I've been in "love" through my prowling), I would go down for an hour - or more - if that's what they wanted. Never sigh while you're licking. Purr a little bit. Moan with her.
Thighs Are Your Friends. Work them gently. Make her goosebumps pop and her body tingle without even touching the goody box. This is where a woman finds her peaceful "raft", where the troubles and the stress of her day just melt away like lemon drops.
Make Oral Sex The Main Course. Don't treat it as foreplay. Treat it as the main dish. You'll get the actual sex later and it will be incredibly hot and wet.
Women, by nature, are extremely self-conscious about their bodies. Many never allow themselves to reach an orgasm out of this worry. Do whatever you can to make her feel comfortable and the beautiful woman that she is.
Tuesday, November 19, 2013
Thursday, March 14, 2013
Looks Familiar....
I just had to share this because that gorgeous cock reminds me of JJ, and it's making me want some!
Thanks to Shades of Erotic Poetry for the photo.
Thanks to Shades of Erotic Poetry for the photo.
Friday, March 8, 2013
The Love Seat
There's a love seat in my office that used to be in one of the spare offices in the building. Recently, we moved it into my office, and every time I look at it, a memory comes rushing back of one of the very good times I enjoyed on it.
This morning, out of the blue, a memory flashed through my brain of a Saturday afternoon with one of my favorites who has since become a very good friend.
WebCam Guy is unlike anyone else I have ever been with. Quiet, but not shy. Extremely smart and well educated, but not arrogant. Very private, but also very giving. Good looking, but not conceited. Sexy as hell, but he acts like he doesn't know it.
And paranoid. Very paranoid. I talked to him recently and I liked the way he put it. The price was just too high. He was paranoid because he couldn't bear the price he might have to pay if he got caught. I get it. Eventually, that's what ended it. And that's ok.
Anyway, he walked into my office that Saturday wearing jeans, a golf shirt and a light jacket. I reached out to hug him and I got a hug in return and little peck of a kiss on the lips. WebCam Guy is not a kisser. Normally, that would be a deal breaker for me, but by the time I learned he wasn't a kisser, I was already quite enamored with him. Once we were relaxing together after a very sweet play session and I told him I was going to turn him into a kisser eventually. He just smiled and shook his head and said, "No, you're not," and I knew he meant it.
That smile! Some people, like me, just run around with their hearts on their sleeves and their emotions are right under the surface, popping up at any time. Not him. To get a smile out of him is to have earned it. It means something more than it does with most other people. Every time he smiled at me, I wanted to yell, "Score!" but that would have ruined the mood, wouldn't it?
Back to that Saturday....after he came in we walked back to the spare office and sat on the love seat. There was some kissing (mostly me) and lots of touching. I reach down and started unbuckling his belt, then unfastening his pants. He stood up then and took off his jacket, shirt, shoes, pants, everything.....so efficient. Then he sat back down.
Ok, I thought. Let's get right to it.
I knelt in front of him and took his stiffening cock into my mouth. It was hard as a rock within about 10 seconds. His has a truly beautiful cock - average length, maybe a shade longer than average, but well above average in thickness, and perfectly shaped. I quickly started pulling my pants and panties off while I sucked him because I knew I wanted him inside me right then. Not later. At that very moment.
As soon as my pants were off, I got up and straddled him, sliding his cock inside me slowly, tilting my hips a bit forward to see if I could get him in just the right.....ahhhh.......there it was. Damn, he felt good. His thickness filled me nicely.
I started rocking forward and back on him, grinding against him. I looked down at him as I rode him. He was so handsome and he had an absolutely gorgeous chest.
Let me tell you about his chest. Strong, hairy, and attached to equally strong shoulders. It's beautiful. He gave me a picture of his naked upper body once (because I asked and harassed him until he did) and that photo is still my favorite of any picture that any man has ever given me. Seriously.
So that was the chest I was looking at as I started to feel an orgasm coming when he said, almost shouting, "Get off!"
In the heat of the moment, I had forgotten that we weren't using a condom and I was not using any other form of birth control at the time. Thank God he didn't forget.
As soon as he yelled at me to get off, I jumped off just as he was coming, and a spurt of cum leaped up in the air. I dropped back to my knees quickly and swallowed his cock again before a second spurt could erupt, and he came and came and came...and came in my mouth. I swallowed repeatedly and waited until I was sure he was finished, then I got busy with the clean up, licking up all the cum that escaped before I could get my lips around his cock. I took my time, licking his belly and thighs for what seemed like a long, long time.
After, I turned and sat on the floor next to his legs. He was still laying back on the love seat. It was quiet for a long time. I'm used to hearing either praise and thanks right after or something like, "Uh, I gotta go," but he was just quiet. That can be pretty unsettling, but I knew that was just how he is. And it was nice. I leaned how nice it can be to just share a moment without filling it up with chatter.
I noticed that he never got completely soft after he came and within a minute or so, he was hard again. Wow. That's record recovery time, I thought.
Suddenly, he stood up and said, "Get up." I did, and he stood behind me. I got it. I spread my legs a bit and leaned over the love seat, putting one hand on the seat cushion and one hand on the back of the love seat. I had barely positioned myself when he slid inside me from behind. I came in no time. He wasn't far behind. He pulled out and sat down next to me again. I was ok with the silence this time because I was still shuddering, still a bit dizzy, still feeling the pleasure pulsing through my whole body.
We talked a bit and then it was time for him to go. We both dressed. He gave me a hug. I kissed him gently on the neck, and he left. I sat down on the love seat for a few minutes, just thinking about him and what had transpired before I got back to work.
WebCam Guy is still in my life. Maybe one of these days I'll share with you why I call him WebCam Guy, but you can probably guess. Still, there are some amusing stories that go with it. He's still in my life and he's a dear friend. He is one of the first I really opened my heart to and that love hasn't gone away, although it has changed form a bit.
We never know how things are going to turn out, do we? What started as a simple message exchange on AM between two people who were primarily just looking for a little passion turned out to be something much better and more lasting than an affair.
Love comes in lots of forms if you're paying attention.
This morning, out of the blue, a memory flashed through my brain of a Saturday afternoon with one of my favorites who has since become a very good friend.
WebCam Guy is unlike anyone else I have ever been with. Quiet, but not shy. Extremely smart and well educated, but not arrogant. Very private, but also very giving. Good looking, but not conceited. Sexy as hell, but he acts like he doesn't know it.
And paranoid. Very paranoid. I talked to him recently and I liked the way he put it. The price was just too high. He was paranoid because he couldn't bear the price he might have to pay if he got caught. I get it. Eventually, that's what ended it. And that's ok.
Anyway, he walked into my office that Saturday wearing jeans, a golf shirt and a light jacket. I reached out to hug him and I got a hug in return and little peck of a kiss on the lips. WebCam Guy is not a kisser. Normally, that would be a deal breaker for me, but by the time I learned he wasn't a kisser, I was already quite enamored with him. Once we were relaxing together after a very sweet play session and I told him I was going to turn him into a kisser eventually. He just smiled and shook his head and said, "No, you're not," and I knew he meant it.
That smile! Some people, like me, just run around with their hearts on their sleeves and their emotions are right under the surface, popping up at any time. Not him. To get a smile out of him is to have earned it. It means something more than it does with most other people. Every time he smiled at me, I wanted to yell, "Score!" but that would have ruined the mood, wouldn't it?
Back to that Saturday....after he came in we walked back to the spare office and sat on the love seat. There was some kissing (mostly me) and lots of touching. I reach down and started unbuckling his belt, then unfastening his pants. He stood up then and took off his jacket, shirt, shoes, pants, everything.....so efficient. Then he sat back down.
Ok, I thought. Let's get right to it.
I knelt in front of him and took his stiffening cock into my mouth. It was hard as a rock within about 10 seconds. His has a truly beautiful cock - average length, maybe a shade longer than average, but well above average in thickness, and perfectly shaped. I quickly started pulling my pants and panties off while I sucked him because I knew I wanted him inside me right then. Not later. At that very moment.
As soon as my pants were off, I got up and straddled him, sliding his cock inside me slowly, tilting my hips a bit forward to see if I could get him in just the right.....ahhhh.......there it was. Damn, he felt good. His thickness filled me nicely.
I started rocking forward and back on him, grinding against him. I looked down at him as I rode him. He was so handsome and he had an absolutely gorgeous chest.
Let me tell you about his chest. Strong, hairy, and attached to equally strong shoulders. It's beautiful. He gave me a picture of his naked upper body once (because I asked and harassed him until he did) and that photo is still my favorite of any picture that any man has ever given me. Seriously.
So that was the chest I was looking at as I started to feel an orgasm coming when he said, almost shouting, "Get off!"
In the heat of the moment, I had forgotten that we weren't using a condom and I was not using any other form of birth control at the time. Thank God he didn't forget.
As soon as he yelled at me to get off, I jumped off just as he was coming, and a spurt of cum leaped up in the air. I dropped back to my knees quickly and swallowed his cock again before a second spurt could erupt, and he came and came and came...and came in my mouth. I swallowed repeatedly and waited until I was sure he was finished, then I got busy with the clean up, licking up all the cum that escaped before I could get my lips around his cock. I took my time, licking his belly and thighs for what seemed like a long, long time.
After, I turned and sat on the floor next to his legs. He was still laying back on the love seat. It was quiet for a long time. I'm used to hearing either praise and thanks right after or something like, "Uh, I gotta go," but he was just quiet. That can be pretty unsettling, but I knew that was just how he is. And it was nice. I leaned how nice it can be to just share a moment without filling it up with chatter.
I noticed that he never got completely soft after he came and within a minute or so, he was hard again. Wow. That's record recovery time, I thought.
Suddenly, he stood up and said, "Get up." I did, and he stood behind me. I got it. I spread my legs a bit and leaned over the love seat, putting one hand on the seat cushion and one hand on the back of the love seat. I had barely positioned myself when he slid inside me from behind. I came in no time. He wasn't far behind. He pulled out and sat down next to me again. I was ok with the silence this time because I was still shuddering, still a bit dizzy, still feeling the pleasure pulsing through my whole body.
We talked a bit and then it was time for him to go. We both dressed. He gave me a hug. I kissed him gently on the neck, and he left. I sat down on the love seat for a few minutes, just thinking about him and what had transpired before I got back to work.
WebCam Guy is still in my life. Maybe one of these days I'll share with you why I call him WebCam Guy, but you can probably guess. Still, there are some amusing stories that go with it. He's still in my life and he's a dear friend. He is one of the first I really opened my heart to and that love hasn't gone away, although it has changed form a bit.
We never know how things are going to turn out, do we? What started as a simple message exchange on AM between two people who were primarily just looking for a little passion turned out to be something much better and more lasting than an affair.
Love comes in lots of forms if you're paying attention.
Thursday, March 7, 2013
FFF - Sister Marie
She tried to hurry through her chores for the rest of the day, but there were some things she couldn't speed up. The convent dinner. Evening prayers. As the only novice in the convent, she had extra chores that would have been shared by others if there had been any other novices. Sometimes she hated having to bear the burden alone, but other times she enjoyed being alone, and it was during these times when she was alone that the Cardinal had started to call for her a few times a week.
She went to the church a few minutes early and found a pew in the middle, as instructed. She waited. When she first walked in, she thought it was perfectly silent, but as she sat there, she realized she could hear many noises - the bats outside in the eaves, cars on the street, the creaking and cracking of the old building, distant voices and laughter from the pub down the block. Then she heard footsteps.
She didn't move. She waited silently as the footsteps drew closer. They stopped as the Cardinal eased into the pew behind her.
"You know this is the last time we'll be together for several weeks. You understand that I'll be leaving tomorrow for the Papal Conclave, yes? " he whispered.
She nodded yes, remembering that she had been instructed never to speak.
"If I become Pope, I won't be able to.....visit....you like this anymore. You understand that, don't you?"
She nodded again.
"Would you like me assign someone to come and visit you regularly?"
She paused and then nodded again.
"Good. Now stand up, take off your clothes and stand in the center of the aisle."
She moved quickly, complying with his order as fast as she could, leaving her pumps on as he had told her she must always do. As she was undressing, he pulled up his cassock and motioned for her to come over and kneel in front of him. She did, of course, and she took his manhood into her mouth as she had done dozens of times before. She loved the way he stroked her hair gently while she sucked him and how he told her how special she was as he came in her mouth.
She stayed kneeling in front of him for a while after. Now the silence really did sound like silence. She couldn't hear anything except his breathing and hers.
After a few minutes he told her stand again in the aisle. He stood and retrieved some rope from a bag and proceeded to bind her ankles together. Then her hands.
He touched her breasts gently, pinching her nipples as he said, "I'll tell Father Evan to come and untie you just before dawn. Until then, you are stay right here, just as you are now. Do you understand?"
Sister Marie nodded.
"Good. Don't forget to thank Father Evan properly before you get dressed."
She nodded again.
Cardinal Scola backed away and lifted his hand in front of her. She couldn't kneel, so she leaned over at the waist and kissed his ring.
"Goodnight, Sister," he whispered just before he turned and walked toward the door, his footsteps reverberating loudly in the expansive church. When he reached the door, he turned to look at her one more time, wondering if this would be the last time he would get to see her like this.
He brushed a tear from his cheek and walked out the door.
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Wednesday, March 6, 2013
How's the Weather Back There?
Hubby and I had been planning sex for a few days, but every night something or someone intervened and ruined our plans. The night before last, it was me. I fell sleep. It happens.
Last night, though, it looked like it was actually going to happen. I was finished with my shower and I pulled out Spartacus and cleaned him up, just in case. Hubby checked on our youngest and locked up the house.
He climbed into bed and we both slid toward the center of the bed until we met. Our legs intertwined as we kissed. I could feel us both relaxing, releasing the stress of the day. In the last couple of years he's gone from being a non-kisser to an o.k. kisser. At least he was willing to try.
He reached over and grabbed some lube, put some on his hand, and slid his hand between my legs. There was absolutely not need for it, but I didn't say anything. Why spoil his fun?
I reached over and grabbed Spartacus. Hubby smiled, kissed me again, and pulled his hand up to my right breast while be started kissing my left. I pushed the button on the vibe and slid it through the slickness to my clit. The intensity made me flinch. He checkled and then reached back for some more lube. I was wondering what he was thinking until I realized it was the peppermint lube he was holding and then dribbling on my nipples. Then he went after my tits hungrily, lapping and sucking on one, then the other, then back again.
I turned up the speed on Spartacus and was just about cum when he said, "Is it raining yet? Do you know?"
"What?" I asked, confused.
"Do you know if it has started raining, yet?" As soon as he finished the question, his mouth went back to work on my nipple.
My hand stopped moving.
"Seriously?" I said. "You really want to talk about the weather right now? NOW?!"
This struck me as such a great example of sex in a long term marriage. Sometimes you're into it. Sometimes you're not. It's not unusual to think about other things but saying them out loud during the act is a bit rude. Unfortunately, that's how married couples can be to each other sometimes. We forget about the other person's feelings because we're so wrapped up in ourselves at times. I was pretty sure, though, that he wouldn't want to talk about the weather when it was "his turn."
He apologized and we got refocused. But now I couldn't cum. Every time I was close I started thinking about the weather. No lie. UGH!
So I faked it. I hate doing that. I rarely do. But I did. I figured I'd take care of myself later, if I needed to and I was pretty much not into it anymore anyway.
Since I was "done," he wanted his so I scooted down and took his cock into my mouth.
What a minute!" I said. "Where's that peppermint lube? I want some!"
He laughed and tossed it to me. I told him that I wanted to watch him put it on. There's something very sexy about watching a man slowly stroke himself. I leaned back and watched, twice telling him, "More...."
When I was ready, I took him in my mouth and started sucking him slowly, moaning with a girl-like glee as I lapped up the peppermint lube. It wasn't long before he tapped my shoulder and told me to turn around.
I got upon my hands and knees and looked back at him. He grabbed my hips and slid his cock inside me. Ohmygod it felt SO good! Usually when we get to this stage, I've already cum once, but this time I was still horny and I wanted it badly, so I started rocking back against him right away.
I thought I was going to cum, but then I heard it. The rain. I could hear the rain on the roof. Then I couldn't stop laughing and I asked him, "Can't you hear the rain?"
"No," he answered. "And stop laughing. Don't you know it's just wrong to laugh when you're in bed with a man." He was still pumping me while he said that, and I was still laughing.
When I could tell he was about 15 seconds from cumming, I looked back at him and said, "Hey! How's the weather back there?" By then I was laughing hysterically and there was no way I could stop.
Hubby groaned loudly, slapped my ass HARD and growled, "Dammit, Kat!" He reached forward and pushed my face into the pillow, which just made me laugh harder. Then he grabbed my hips with both hands and went at me hard and fast until he came. I popped my head up and said, "Don't you wanna talk about the weather?" and he threw another pillow at my head.
"Having a good time?" he asked as he climbed off the bed and grabbed a washcloth to clean up with. "Yes, I am," I said between bursts of laughter. "This is better than sex!"
He just shook his head and walked into the bathroom. I saw his shoulders shaking as he laughed while walked away.
By the time he came back to bed, I was done laughing, but I was still smiling. He crawled into bed, kissed me and we snuggled up together.
He whispered into my ear, "So, is it supposed to rain tomorrow?" We both started howling, laughing as quietly as we could, pressing our mouths against each other to smother the sound so it wouldn't wake up the boys.
We fell asleep like that, tightly held in each other's arms with smiles on our faces.
Last night, though, it looked like it was actually going to happen. I was finished with my shower and I pulled out Spartacus and cleaned him up, just in case. Hubby checked on our youngest and locked up the house.
He climbed into bed and we both slid toward the center of the bed until we met. Our legs intertwined as we kissed. I could feel us both relaxing, releasing the stress of the day. In the last couple of years he's gone from being a non-kisser to an o.k. kisser. At least he was willing to try.
He reached over and grabbed some lube, put some on his hand, and slid his hand between my legs. There was absolutely not need for it, but I didn't say anything. Why spoil his fun?
I reached over and grabbed Spartacus. Hubby smiled, kissed me again, and pulled his hand up to my right breast while be started kissing my left. I pushed the button on the vibe and slid it through the slickness to my clit. The intensity made me flinch. He checkled and then reached back for some more lube. I was wondering what he was thinking until I realized it was the peppermint lube he was holding and then dribbling on my nipples. Then he went after my tits hungrily, lapping and sucking on one, then the other, then back again.
I turned up the speed on Spartacus and was just about cum when he said, "Is it raining yet? Do you know?"
"What?" I asked, confused.
"Do you know if it has started raining, yet?" As soon as he finished the question, his mouth went back to work on my nipple.
My hand stopped moving.
"Seriously?" I said. "You really want to talk about the weather right now? NOW?!"
This struck me as such a great example of sex in a long term marriage. Sometimes you're into it. Sometimes you're not. It's not unusual to think about other things but saying them out loud during the act is a bit rude. Unfortunately, that's how married couples can be to each other sometimes. We forget about the other person's feelings because we're so wrapped up in ourselves at times. I was pretty sure, though, that he wouldn't want to talk about the weather when it was "his turn."
He apologized and we got refocused. But now I couldn't cum. Every time I was close I started thinking about the weather. No lie. UGH!
So I faked it. I hate doing that. I rarely do. But I did. I figured I'd take care of myself later, if I needed to and I was pretty much not into it anymore anyway.
Since I was "done," he wanted his so I scooted down and took his cock into my mouth.
What a minute!" I said. "Where's that peppermint lube? I want some!"
He laughed and tossed it to me. I told him that I wanted to watch him put it on. There's something very sexy about watching a man slowly stroke himself. I leaned back and watched, twice telling him, "More...."
When I was ready, I took him in my mouth and started sucking him slowly, moaning with a girl-like glee as I lapped up the peppermint lube. It wasn't long before he tapped my shoulder and told me to turn around.
I got upon my hands and knees and looked back at him. He grabbed my hips and slid his cock inside me. Ohmygod it felt SO good! Usually when we get to this stage, I've already cum once, but this time I was still horny and I wanted it badly, so I started rocking back against him right away.
I thought I was going to cum, but then I heard it. The rain. I could hear the rain on the roof. Then I couldn't stop laughing and I asked him, "Can't you hear the rain?"
"No," he answered. "And stop laughing. Don't you know it's just wrong to laugh when you're in bed with a man." He was still pumping me while he said that, and I was still laughing.
When I could tell he was about 15 seconds from cumming, I looked back at him and said, "Hey! How's the weather back there?" By then I was laughing hysterically and there was no way I could stop.
Hubby groaned loudly, slapped my ass HARD and growled, "Dammit, Kat!" He reached forward and pushed my face into the pillow, which just made me laugh harder. Then he grabbed my hips with both hands and went at me hard and fast until he came. I popped my head up and said, "Don't you wanna talk about the weather?" and he threw another pillow at my head.
"Having a good time?" he asked as he climbed off the bed and grabbed a washcloth to clean up with. "Yes, I am," I said between bursts of laughter. "This is better than sex!"
He just shook his head and walked into the bathroom. I saw his shoulders shaking as he laughed while walked away.
By the time he came back to bed, I was done laughing, but I was still smiling. He crawled into bed, kissed me and we snuggled up together.
He whispered into my ear, "So, is it supposed to rain tomorrow?" We both started howling, laughing as quietly as we could, pressing our mouths against each other to smother the sound so it wouldn't wake up the boys.
We fell asleep like that, tightly held in each other's arms with smiles on our faces.
Sunday, December 23, 2012
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
Kat Confessions - #1 Fucking the Teacher for a Grade
I thought it might be fun to start a new feature called Kat Confessions. I have plenty of secrets. Yes, I even have secrets I haven't shared with you, Prowlers. I thought I'd start with the time I fucked my way to a passing grade in a class.
I was a freshman in college. The course was Calculus. Before I go any further, I need to say that I have since mastered the subject, but at the time it made no sense to me at all. I was really struggling, so the day before the deadline for dropping classes I went to the professor to let him know I'd be dropping the course.
He tried to talk me out of it. I did the best I could to explain to him that I could not afford to fail the class. I participated in some activities for which I had to maintain academic eligibility, and one of those was tied to scholarships. I wasn't going to let calculus interfere with that.
Then he said, "What if I could guarantee you a passing grade?"
"How could you do that?" I asked.
He proceeded to tell me he would guarantee me a passing grade if I came to every single class session (not even one absence), turned in every single assignment, took every single test and quiz, and attended every small group tutoring session (offered five days a week in his office).
I clarified, "So even if I fail every test, I'll still get a passing grade as long as I do those things?"
"Yes," he said. "And one more thing....."
He paused. I got nervous. I was afraid he was going to say that I had to show positive progress over the semester (seriously, I had no clue what was going on in that class), so you can imagine how I relieved I was when he said that he wanted me to sleep with him once a week throughout the semester. That was the final requirement.
His inclusion of the sex part didn't come out of the blue. A couple of weeks before, I ran into him at a party. I was drunk. He was charming, and he had a British accent. Girls can't resist men with foreign accents. He was substantially older than me; I had just turned 18 and he had to be in his late 40's. But when he offered me a ride home as I was stumbling out of the party, the age difference didn't bother me at all. As he was driving toward my dorm, he asked, "Would you mind if we went to my place instead?"
There was a tiny voice inside me that was whispering that it might not be a great idea to fuck my calculus professor, but I arrogantly thought that I was a wise and worldly woman, so I agreed.
He lived about 40 minutes from campus, up in the mountains. The drive gave me plenty of time to start sobering up, which was disappointing because now I couldn't fool myself into thinking that I was drunk and unable to make rational decisions. No, I was heading fast to the sober side of the stream of thought and I was about to fuck my calculus professor. I turned and looked at him. Yes, he had a British accent. Yes, he was smart. But he really wasn't very attractive, at least not to an 18 year oldgirl woman. I remember thinking, I really hope he has a big dick.
We got to his house, which was really more like a cottage, a darling little place, and we went inside. He asked if I wanted some tea. I didn't. He pointed to the other room and said, "The bathroom is in there. The bed is over there. You can hang your clothes on that chair. I'll be in shortly." No pretense of romance. No getting in the mood. Okay. I took off my clothes and crawled into bed. A few minutes later, he came in with a cup of tea in his hand. He sat on the edge of the bed and drank his tea, making small talk. I can't even remember what he was talking about, but the whole situation seemed strange to me.
When he was finished with his tea, he stood up and took off his clothes and switched on the overhead light. Up until then, the only light had been from a lamp in the next room and the light in the kitchen. The light was so blinding that I covered my eyes. Then he pulled the covers off the bed so I had nothing to hide under. He stood there looking at me for a moment and he said, "Well, Miss Kat, I'm going to enjoy fucking you."
That's when I noticed his cock. It was erect, of course, but that's not the first thing I noticed. Damn, I thought. Average. It wasn't a bad cock, but I really had been hoping for something spectacular.
I scooched over to the edge of the bed where he was standing and I took his cock into my mouth and started sucking him. He exhaled loudly and grabbed me by the hair, guiding me to take him in deeply and come back until only the very tip was on my lips, then deeply again. He started moving me faster on him and moaning and I thought he was going to cum in my mouth, but instead he roughly pulled me off his cock and lifted his arm in the air so I was pulled up high on my knees and back a little. My hands were grasping for his hand to take the pressure off my scalp. My back was arched. My tits were thrust forward. I felt completely exposed in that brightly lit room. And for the first time, I was scared.
"You're too good at that, Kat," he said. "I don't want to cum yet. Not like that anyway." He pulled my hair tighter. Was he really punishing me for being too good at giving head? I was confused.
He finally released me and pushed me back, telling me to lay on my back. As soon as I did, he grabbed my legs and pulled me to the edge of the bed. The height of the bed was perfect (I was sure that was no accident) and he slid inside me as he tugged me to closer to him one more time. I squealed a bit in shock, but he shot a chastising glance at me so I became quiet quickly. He grasped my ankles and spread my legs wide apart, and he started fucking me. It was slow at first, but within a couple of minutes it was forceful and violent.
He told me to keep my eyes on his. I was surprised at how uncomfortable that felt. All I wanted to do was look away. Then he told me to pinch my nipples. And he fucked me harder.
I was there for about 6 hours and I did everything he told me to do. At times, he'd lay down to nap a bit. When he did, he told me to kneel on the floor next to the bed, back a few feet so he could see me, with my knees spread wide apart and my hands clasped behind my neck. I could feel his cum dripping down my thighs, but I didn't dare move. When he woke up, he'd call me back to bed, tell me what to do, and he'd fuck me again.
As the sun was coming up, he came in my ass and then he told me to get dressed. I hurried to grab my clothes and I started getting dressed. He snapped at me, "No panties." He held out his hand and I handed him my panties. Then I headed toward the bathroom. He snapped at me again, "You can pee, but no cleaning up. I want my cum to be dripping out of you for awhile. And leave the door open."
What the fuck? I thought. This guy was weird, but it was kind of hot, too. I really wasn't sure what to think.
We went out to his car and before I got in, he told me to be sure to pull my skirt down far enough so I didn't get any cum on the seat. As we were driving down the mountain, he told me to give him my bra. I did.
As we approached campus, I reminded him what dorm to take me to, but he dropped me instead at the other end of campus, beyond the dining hall. When I asked him why, he said, "Give me your shoes. You can pick them up in my office later." I was still confused. Then he leaned over close to me and said, almost whispering, "Now, Kat, as you walk back to your dorm wearing the same clothes you wore last night, but without shoes, bra, or panties....and with my cum dripping out of your pussy and ass and running slowly down your thighs, I want you to think about what a slut you are. And as you walk by everyone heading to the dining hall for breakfast, I want you to think about how they know you're just coming in from a night of being fucked like a whore. Walk slowly, and think about that."
Then he kissed me - a deep, passionate kiss, the only kiss of the "date." After the kiss he said, "You really are a good fuck." I got out of the car and walked slowly back to my dorm, just as he told me to. My thighs and eventually my calves, too, were slick and wet with his cum. I saw a group of girls looking at me and whispering to each other. I saw several guys just starting at me as I completed my walk of shame. When I got back to my dorm, I went straight to the shower.
So, when he included weekly sex in his "offer" of help with my grade a couple of weeks later, I knew exactly what I was getting into. I knew he wasn't just going to use my body, but I'd be getting weekly mind fucking as well.
I needed a few minutes to think about it. If I just dropped calculus, I'd have to take it again, and I'd be right here in this same position. But if I took it, I had to pass. Failure could not be an option. And I knew there was only way I was going to pass. I told him ok.
There were ten weeks left in the semester at that point. I attended every class, did every assignment, took every test and quiz (and failed them all), and attended every small group tutoring session. And every Thursday night at 7:00 I drove up to his house and did whatever he wanted me to do until 7:00 a.m. Three times, there was another girl there when I showed up, and he played with both of us and had us play with each other. Once, I had a chance to chat with her when it wasn't Thursday night. I ran into her at the library and we found a private place to talk and it turned out that she had a similar arrangement with him, but she wasn't handling it so well. To me, it was like a business arrangement. To her, it was.....something very ugly and humiliating.
There were three weeks left in the semester. I went to his office one afternoon and told him to let her out of the deal - just give her the passing grade and let her go. He said, "I will, but only if you cover her sessions, plus three more." That would mean that when we started the new semester, after winter break, I would have to do six more sessions with him. "But you let her go now, right? She can stop going to class, everything, and she gets a passing grade." He smiled and nodded his head. I felt relieved. "Okay then," I said. "I'll see you in class," and I left his office and went to tell her. She cried. We stayed good friends for years, and we did more than a few threesomes together.
The semester ended and grades came out. I got a C. Damn him, I thought. Couldn't he have given me a B? That was the first and only C of my life. I had been a straight A student - until then. I couldn't really fault him, though. A "C" was a passing grade and that's what he had agreed. It occurred to me that I could have negotiated that grade to be an "A" back when we were first striking the deal, but I clearly wasn't smart enough.
I called my friend. She got her C, too. She was just glad it was over. To be honest, so was I, except that it wasn't completely over for me, but the hard part was.
I went home for Christmas break and when I came back to campus there was a note in my mailbox. It was unsigned. All it said was, "You owe me six sessions. I'll see you Thursday at 7:00."
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If you missed the December Sex Blog post on Holiday Sex, find it here.
I was a freshman in college. The course was Calculus. Before I go any further, I need to say that I have since mastered the subject, but at the time it made no sense to me at all. I was really struggling, so the day before the deadline for dropping classes I went to the professor to let him know I'd be dropping the course.
He tried to talk me out of it. I did the best I could to explain to him that I could not afford to fail the class. I participated in some activities for which I had to maintain academic eligibility, and one of those was tied to scholarships. I wasn't going to let calculus interfere with that.
Then he said, "What if I could guarantee you a passing grade?"
"How could you do that?" I asked.
He proceeded to tell me he would guarantee me a passing grade if I came to every single class session (not even one absence), turned in every single assignment, took every single test and quiz, and attended every small group tutoring session (offered five days a week in his office).
I clarified, "So even if I fail every test, I'll still get a passing grade as long as I do those things?"
"Yes," he said. "And one more thing....."
He paused. I got nervous. I was afraid he was going to say that I had to show positive progress over the semester (seriously, I had no clue what was going on in that class), so you can imagine how I relieved I was when he said that he wanted me to sleep with him once a week throughout the semester. That was the final requirement.
His inclusion of the sex part didn't come out of the blue. A couple of weeks before, I ran into him at a party. I was drunk. He was charming, and he had a British accent. Girls can't resist men with foreign accents. He was substantially older than me; I had just turned 18 and he had to be in his late 40's. But when he offered me a ride home as I was stumbling out of the party, the age difference didn't bother me at all. As he was driving toward my dorm, he asked, "Would you mind if we went to my place instead?"
There was a tiny voice inside me that was whispering that it might not be a great idea to fuck my calculus professor, but I arrogantly thought that I was a wise and worldly woman, so I agreed.
He lived about 40 minutes from campus, up in the mountains. The drive gave me plenty of time to start sobering up, which was disappointing because now I couldn't fool myself into thinking that I was drunk and unable to make rational decisions. No, I was heading fast to the sober side of the stream of thought and I was about to fuck my calculus professor. I turned and looked at him. Yes, he had a British accent. Yes, he was smart. But he really wasn't very attractive, at least not to an 18 year old
We got to his house, which was really more like a cottage, a darling little place, and we went inside. He asked if I wanted some tea. I didn't. He pointed to the other room and said, "The bathroom is in there. The bed is over there. You can hang your clothes on that chair. I'll be in shortly." No pretense of romance. No getting in the mood. Okay. I took off my clothes and crawled into bed. A few minutes later, he came in with a cup of tea in his hand. He sat on the edge of the bed and drank his tea, making small talk. I can't even remember what he was talking about, but the whole situation seemed strange to me.
When he was finished with his tea, he stood up and took off his clothes and switched on the overhead light. Up until then, the only light had been from a lamp in the next room and the light in the kitchen. The light was so blinding that I covered my eyes. Then he pulled the covers off the bed so I had nothing to hide under. He stood there looking at me for a moment and he said, "Well, Miss Kat, I'm going to enjoy fucking you."
That's when I noticed his cock. It was erect, of course, but that's not the first thing I noticed. Damn, I thought. Average. It wasn't a bad cock, but I really had been hoping for something spectacular.
I scooched over to the edge of the bed where he was standing and I took his cock into my mouth and started sucking him. He exhaled loudly and grabbed me by the hair, guiding me to take him in deeply and come back until only the very tip was on my lips, then deeply again. He started moving me faster on him and moaning and I thought he was going to cum in my mouth, but instead he roughly pulled me off his cock and lifted his arm in the air so I was pulled up high on my knees and back a little. My hands were grasping for his hand to take the pressure off my scalp. My back was arched. My tits were thrust forward. I felt completely exposed in that brightly lit room. And for the first time, I was scared.
"You're too good at that, Kat," he said. "I don't want to cum yet. Not like that anyway." He pulled my hair tighter. Was he really punishing me for being too good at giving head? I was confused.
He finally released me and pushed me back, telling me to lay on my back. As soon as I did, he grabbed my legs and pulled me to the edge of the bed. The height of the bed was perfect (I was sure that was no accident) and he slid inside me as he tugged me to closer to him one more time. I squealed a bit in shock, but he shot a chastising glance at me so I became quiet quickly. He grasped my ankles and spread my legs wide apart, and he started fucking me. It was slow at first, but within a couple of minutes it was forceful and violent.
He told me to keep my eyes on his. I was surprised at how uncomfortable that felt. All I wanted to do was look away. Then he told me to pinch my nipples. And he fucked me harder.
I was there for about 6 hours and I did everything he told me to do. At times, he'd lay down to nap a bit. When he did, he told me to kneel on the floor next to the bed, back a few feet so he could see me, with my knees spread wide apart and my hands clasped behind my neck. I could feel his cum dripping down my thighs, but I didn't dare move. When he woke up, he'd call me back to bed, tell me what to do, and he'd fuck me again.
As the sun was coming up, he came in my ass and then he told me to get dressed. I hurried to grab my clothes and I started getting dressed. He snapped at me, "No panties." He held out his hand and I handed him my panties. Then I headed toward the bathroom. He snapped at me again, "You can pee, but no cleaning up. I want my cum to be dripping out of you for awhile. And leave the door open."
What the fuck? I thought. This guy was weird, but it was kind of hot, too. I really wasn't sure what to think.
We went out to his car and before I got in, he told me to be sure to pull my skirt down far enough so I didn't get any cum on the seat. As we were driving down the mountain, he told me to give him my bra. I did.
As we approached campus, I reminded him what dorm to take me to, but he dropped me instead at the other end of campus, beyond the dining hall. When I asked him why, he said, "Give me your shoes. You can pick them up in my office later." I was still confused. Then he leaned over close to me and said, almost whispering, "Now, Kat, as you walk back to your dorm wearing the same clothes you wore last night, but without shoes, bra, or panties....and with my cum dripping out of your pussy and ass and running slowly down your thighs, I want you to think about what a slut you are. And as you walk by everyone heading to the dining hall for breakfast, I want you to think about how they know you're just coming in from a night of being fucked like a whore. Walk slowly, and think about that."
Then he kissed me - a deep, passionate kiss, the only kiss of the "date." After the kiss he said, "You really are a good fuck." I got out of the car and walked slowly back to my dorm, just as he told me to. My thighs and eventually my calves, too, were slick and wet with his cum. I saw a group of girls looking at me and whispering to each other. I saw several guys just starting at me as I completed my walk of shame. When I got back to my dorm, I went straight to the shower.
So, when he included weekly sex in his "offer" of help with my grade a couple of weeks later, I knew exactly what I was getting into. I knew he wasn't just going to use my body, but I'd be getting weekly mind fucking as well.
I needed a few minutes to think about it. If I just dropped calculus, I'd have to take it again, and I'd be right here in this same position. But if I took it, I had to pass. Failure could not be an option. And I knew there was only way I was going to pass. I told him ok.
There were ten weeks left in the semester at that point. I attended every class, did every assignment, took every test and quiz (and failed them all), and attended every small group tutoring session. And every Thursday night at 7:00 I drove up to his house and did whatever he wanted me to do until 7:00 a.m. Three times, there was another girl there when I showed up, and he played with both of us and had us play with each other. Once, I had a chance to chat with her when it wasn't Thursday night. I ran into her at the library and we found a private place to talk and it turned out that she had a similar arrangement with him, but she wasn't handling it so well. To me, it was like a business arrangement. To her, it was.....something very ugly and humiliating.
There were three weeks left in the semester. I went to his office one afternoon and told him to let her out of the deal - just give her the passing grade and let her go. He said, "I will, but only if you cover her sessions, plus three more." That would mean that when we started the new semester, after winter break, I would have to do six more sessions with him. "But you let her go now, right? She can stop going to class, everything, and she gets a passing grade." He smiled and nodded his head. I felt relieved. "Okay then," I said. "I'll see you in class," and I left his office and went to tell her. She cried. We stayed good friends for years, and we did more than a few threesomes together.
The semester ended and grades came out. I got a C. Damn him, I thought. Couldn't he have given me a B? That was the first and only C of my life. I had been a straight A student - until then. I couldn't really fault him, though. A "C" was a passing grade and that's what he had agreed. It occurred to me that I could have negotiated that grade to be an "A" back when we were first striking the deal, but I clearly wasn't smart enough.
I called my friend. She got her C, too. She was just glad it was over. To be honest, so was I, except that it wasn't completely over for me, but the hard part was.
I went home for Christmas break and when I came back to campus there was a note in my mailbox. It was unsigned. All it said was, "You owe me six sessions. I'll see you Thursday at 7:00."
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Sunday, November 25, 2012
Peppermint Surprise
Hubby knows I enjoy giving head so he doesn't need to provide any incentive, but last night he gave me a little surprise.
He started off by playing with me first. No Spartacus this time - just me and Hubby. Well, it was just me, Hubby and the two men in my fantasy, but they don't really count, do they? Anyway, this time, I joined him and both of our hands (one of his, one of mine) worked my pussy together while he sucked on my breasts. Very, very nice.
I came quickly and drifted for a moment into that fog of pleasure while I rode out the reverberations of the orgasm. Hubby moved away and I didn't really know what he was doing. I assumed he was taking off his 12 layers of winter clothing so we could fuck, but I didn't really care. I was too busy enjoying the moment.
He climbed back into bed just as my orgasmic haze was lifting, and he knelt on the bed like he does when he wants a blow job, which is just about every night. I scooched over, lifted myself up and positioned myself to take his cock, which was very hard and throbbing, into my mouth.
No words were passed. One of the worst things about a long term marriage is also one of the best - predictability. There are times when it manifests as almost unbearable boredom, but there are other times when it grants a quiet and comfortable communication. One knows what the other wants without words. Sometimes there are visible signals, like putting his cock in my face or tapping my shoulder. Other times it's just a knowing of what the other person wants.
That reminds me of a joke I heard a long time ago. Hubby and I were watching comedian Elayne Boosler on T.V. when I first heard it. A man wanted to improve his sex life with his wife so he asked her what she wanted in bed. "Do you really want to know what I want?" she asked. "Yes, I do," he replied. "I really do. Please tell me. What do you want?" She paused for a moment, wondering if she should tell him the truth. Finally she said, "What I really want, more than anything, is to have just one night with someone besides you." It's funnier when it's told out loud, but you get the point. Sometimes the boredom can drive you crazy.
But I digress....again......
Hubby had turned the light on while he was up. He likes to watch as I suck his cock, which is fine with me, of course. But I noticed just before I took him into my mouth that his cock was all wet and shiny. I thought that was odd. Why would he lube up before a blow job? I figured that he must have originally wanted some anal and then changed his mind. I thought about asking him, but it really didn't matter, so I focused on the task at hand (cock at mouth?) and took his entire cock into my mouth in one long, deep stroke.
As the head hit the back of my throat, I squealed with delight. Hubby laughed and moaned with pleasure at the same time.
Peppermint lube!
I love peppermint. Hubby knows it. Every now and then, just for fun, he gives me the special peppermint surprise. Sometimes he tells me about it earlier in the day to tease me or to give me a heads up that he's going to want sex that night - which is not really needed because I want it every night. Sometimes he just surprises me like he did last night.
So there I was with a big, hard peppermint stick in my mouth. On peppermint nights it's understood that I'm not going to focus on technique at all, I'm just going to suck the hell out of his cock in an attempt to enjoy every last drop and vapor of the peppermint. His enjoyment comes from the feel of it, of course, but also from watching my frenzied attempt to devour him.
Last night was a little more wild than normal. I've been dieting for a while, and I've all but cut sweets completely out of my diet, so peppermint cock was even more of a treat than usual. I sucked and licked him like I was starving for cock and didn't know when I'd get it again.
I could tell he was a bit overwhelmed by my...uh...enthusiasm this time because he put out his arm to steady himself against the wall and every now and then he'd say, "Easy...easy...." I thought, Silly man. If you wanted it easy you shouldn't have pulled out the peppermint surprise!
I was still going strong when I felt the tap on my shoulder. Nooooo!!!!!! He wanted me to stop now so he could fuck me, but I wasn't finished. I looked up at him and said, "Please? Just a couple more minutes?" He laughed and said, "I'm not going to make it a couple more minutes!"
I pretended to pout and rolled over onto my back, murmuring in my little girl whiny voice just loud enough so he could hear, "You shouldn't give me peppermint if you're just gonna take it away..."
He answered by driving his cock inside me. I looked up at him and saw him staring into my eyes. I wrapped my legs around him and held on tight while he fucked me hard and fast. He was right. He didn't have two more minutes left in him.
After, he kissed me and rolled off me, laying next to me again. We were both quiet for a while. The silence felt nice. Comfortable.
Then he said, "Do you wanna finish off the peppermint? I think there's still some on my balls."
I didn't answer. I just scurried between his legs and started licking his balls (very gently, of course) and cock, tasting peppermint blended with his juices and mine. I licked him completely clean and then crawled back up to the head of the bed to curl up against him.
I kissed him on the neck and said, "Thanks for the peppermint surprise. I loved it!"
"I could tell," he said. Then he kissed me on the forehead and we drifted off to sleep.
He started off by playing with me first. No Spartacus this time - just me and Hubby. Well, it was just me, Hubby and the two men in my fantasy, but they don't really count, do they? Anyway, this time, I joined him and both of our hands (one of his, one of mine) worked my pussy together while he sucked on my breasts. Very, very nice.
I came quickly and drifted for a moment into that fog of pleasure while I rode out the reverberations of the orgasm. Hubby moved away and I didn't really know what he was doing. I assumed he was taking off his 12 layers of winter clothing so we could fuck, but I didn't really care. I was too busy enjoying the moment.
He climbed back into bed just as my orgasmic haze was lifting, and he knelt on the bed like he does when he wants a blow job, which is just about every night. I scooched over, lifted myself up and positioned myself to take his cock, which was very hard and throbbing, into my mouth.
No words were passed. One of the worst things about a long term marriage is also one of the best - predictability. There are times when it manifests as almost unbearable boredom, but there are other times when it grants a quiet and comfortable communication. One knows what the other wants without words. Sometimes there are visible signals, like putting his cock in my face or tapping my shoulder. Other times it's just a knowing of what the other person wants.
That reminds me of a joke I heard a long time ago. Hubby and I were watching comedian Elayne Boosler on T.V. when I first heard it. A man wanted to improve his sex life with his wife so he asked her what she wanted in bed. "Do you really want to know what I want?" she asked. "Yes, I do," he replied. "I really do. Please tell me. What do you want?" She paused for a moment, wondering if she should tell him the truth. Finally she said, "What I really want, more than anything, is to have just one night with someone besides you." It's funnier when it's told out loud, but you get the point. Sometimes the boredom can drive you crazy.
But I digress....again......
Hubby had turned the light on while he was up. He likes to watch as I suck his cock, which is fine with me, of course. But I noticed just before I took him into my mouth that his cock was all wet and shiny. I thought that was odd. Why would he lube up before a blow job? I figured that he must have originally wanted some anal and then changed his mind. I thought about asking him, but it really didn't matter, so I focused on the task at hand (cock at mouth?) and took his entire cock into my mouth in one long, deep stroke.
As the head hit the back of my throat, I squealed with delight. Hubby laughed and moaned with pleasure at the same time.
Peppermint lube!
I love peppermint. Hubby knows it. Every now and then, just for fun, he gives me the special peppermint surprise. Sometimes he tells me about it earlier in the day to tease me or to give me a heads up that he's going to want sex that night - which is not really needed because I want it every night. Sometimes he just surprises me like he did last night.
So there I was with a big, hard peppermint stick in my mouth. On peppermint nights it's understood that I'm not going to focus on technique at all, I'm just going to suck the hell out of his cock in an attempt to enjoy every last drop and vapor of the peppermint. His enjoyment comes from the feel of it, of course, but also from watching my frenzied attempt to devour him.
Last night was a little more wild than normal. I've been dieting for a while, and I've all but cut sweets completely out of my diet, so peppermint cock was even more of a treat than usual. I sucked and licked him like I was starving for cock and didn't know when I'd get it again.
I could tell he was a bit overwhelmed by my...uh...enthusiasm this time because he put out his arm to steady himself against the wall and every now and then he'd say, "Easy...easy...." I thought, Silly man. If you wanted it easy you shouldn't have pulled out the peppermint surprise!
I was still going strong when I felt the tap on my shoulder. Nooooo!!!!!! He wanted me to stop now so he could fuck me, but I wasn't finished. I looked up at him and said, "Please? Just a couple more minutes?" He laughed and said, "I'm not going to make it a couple more minutes!"
I pretended to pout and rolled over onto my back, murmuring in my little girl whiny voice just loud enough so he could hear, "You shouldn't give me peppermint if you're just gonna take it away..."
He answered by driving his cock inside me. I looked up at him and saw him staring into my eyes. I wrapped my legs around him and held on tight while he fucked me hard and fast. He was right. He didn't have two more minutes left in him.
After, he kissed me and rolled off me, laying next to me again. We were both quiet for a while. The silence felt nice. Comfortable.
Then he said, "Do you wanna finish off the peppermint? I think there's still some on my balls."
I didn't answer. I just scurried between his legs and started licking his balls (very gently, of course) and cock, tasting peppermint blended with his juices and mine. I licked him completely clean and then crawled back up to the head of the bed to curl up against him.
I kissed him on the neck and said, "Thanks for the peppermint surprise. I loved it!"
"I could tell," he said. Then he kissed me on the forehead and we drifted off to sleep.
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