Tuesday, December 28, 2010

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Warm thoughts on a cold day.


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Thursday, December 23, 2010

Twisting and turning

Many years ago, I made a New Years resolution to make no new resolutions.  And I've stuck with it.  However, when I came back from "break" a few months ago, I resolved to blog more, even if it's not hypersexual.  Even if it's not a tale of Dave fucking somebody.  And that's what this post is going to be.  If you want a post that will get you off, please scroll down and read another story.  I hopefully have done a good job at that in the past.  And if you leave, I completely understand, but please do come back in the future.  I will be writing more stories about all the slutting around I've been doing.  But that's for another day.

Okay, the air feels clear.

And here we go.  Dave got rejected tonight.  Dave hates getting rejected.  Not only does it suck, but it makes him want to refer to himself in the third person, and nobody likes that.  Over the past year or so, I had been getting to know Dylan.  She's the friend of a friend who I'd seen at a couple gatherings of mutual friends, but never really said much to her.  However she was nice enough, and really cute, so I figured I'd start inviting her to my soirees.  And she came, and had a good time.  Hooray.  At the last one, a few weeks ago, we had a nice long conversation.  She seemed genuinely interested in what I had to say, laughed at my jokes, and just seemed into me. Which was great, I love it when cute girls seem into me.  It hopefully leads to me getting into them.

Thus we made tentative plans to hang out tonight.  I came up with the first idea of a place to hang out, but it was eventually tossed out, as we had to arrive after 10, which seemed too late.  Dylan then suggests this really cool little lounge to go to.  Fancy cocktails, low lighting, DJ, couches.  Cozy.  A great date bar.  Somewhere I'd take somebody to impress them.  Awesome.  I was already impressed.

I arrive a few minutes before she does, and stand around slightly awkwardly.  She shows up though, and we immediately grab this little corner with a couch for two and order a round of cocktails.  So far so good.  We talk and hang out and laugh and have a grand ol' time.

But something is off.  The couch we are on is soft and sort of saggy in the middle.  We both naturally gravitate towards the center, but not too long after our legs begin to touch, she readjusts herself so that we're not touching.  She is making a point to keep physical distance.  Despite spending way too much on our drinks they don't taste alcoholic at all.  Dylan is not very big, and even she doesn't seem buzzed.  How disappointing.  In conversation I talk some about cool things that I'm into.  She listens, asks questions, but seems unimpressed.  Unphased.

All the vibes that I sent out fell flat.  So frustrating.  I could see the writing on the wall, and I didn't know how to change it.  Maybe there was nothing I could do.  Dylan was not the kind of girl that I usually go for or that usually goes for me.  She's shy.  She's a doctor.  She's a homeowner.  I have no idea when her last boyfriend was.  I'm assuming she's not a virgin, but I really don't know.  Wouldn't surprise me if she was.

But god dammit do I want her.  Badly.  She's adorable.  Her hair is so soft and smooth.  Engaging eyes.  Well-sculpted eyebrows.  Small, but pert lips.  And an astounding rack (you had to have guessed that was coming).  If I close my eyes, I can see her looking up at me.  Laughing at my jokes.  Talking.  Smiling.  I want to be in her bed tonight.  But I'm not.

Guys talk about their "game".  Maybe I need different games.  Mine is usually pretty straight forward.  I be me.  I talk about the stuff that I like and that gets me excited.  I'm often animated and I like telling stories (duh).  There are many people that dig this vibe.  For this, I'm eternally grateful.

But not everybody is.  And I figured out pretty quickly that Dylan wasn't going for this.  But what I haven't yet figured out is what I should try to switch to.  And one of my instincts is that I shouldn't change up who I am for anybody.  It's a valid thought, but doesn't account for the fact that I really really really REALLY wanted to fuck her tonight.

It's possible that there was literally nothing I could do about it.  She might be more reserved than I thought.  If she is a virgin,or just really inexperienced, hooking up with a guy on her first date is simply not done.  It's a small consolation, but that could be correct.

Sigh.

For the rest of the night, I am a baboon in heat who just got out of a full body cast and can now touch himself for the first time in months.  My first orgasm of the night is for Dylan.  All the subsequent ones will be for myself.  I have a bottle of lube, plenty of handy wipes, and more porn than any one person could consume in an evening.  I hope that you'll join me, if just in spirit.
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Tuesday, December 21, 2010

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I have a couple stories floating around in my mind.  Hopefully I'll get them down here soon.  Meanwhile, here's another picture.  I don't really have a fetish for guy's cum, but this still looks nice.  Plus her tits are awesome.


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Monday, December 20, 2010

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Friday, December 17, 2010

All the small things

Parts of this post have been floating around in my head.  And true to my word, I said I'd tell the not great stories too.  So here we go.

It doesn't matter how many times you've chatted with somebody online or talked to them on the phone, being with them in person is a whole new realm.  It's part of the reason I really don't like talking with people via text or phone.  I feel like I'm missing a lot of what's going on, even if the same words are being exchanged.

On that inauspicious note, thus begins the story of Sue.

I was looking forward to this.  You were looking forward to this.  The world had finally laid itself out in an appropriate manner.  And, well... let's start from the beginning.

Sue's train was late, but that wasn't really a big deal.  Transportation always takes longer than it should.  She finally arrives and we meet up for the first time.  Big hug.  And since it's late, and she's hungry, we don't waste any time in finding a cab.

On the menu tonight were soup dumplings.  She's never had them before, and I've raved about how good they are.  And just like that, woosh, we're off.

The first thing I notice is how nervous she is.  Is that normal?  I don't know.  I've met enough people from the internet now, that I don't really think anything of it.  And while I thought that Sue did similarly, maybe she overstated it a bit.

Either way, she started rapidly flicking her fingernails.  Her thumb against her index finger.  ::flick flick flick flick::  Back and forth.  Constantly.  I look down and see that her thumbnail is sort of dead and makes kind of a hollow noise when she flicks it with the nail on her index finger.  Kind of annoying and kind of gross sounding.  So I pull her over to where I'm sitting and weave the fingers through her fingers.

But she starts right back up with her left hand.  Great.

Despite being a slut, I do have standards you know.  I can be picky.  Maybe not as picky as some people out there, but if I were to just meet her at a party or a bar or wherever, this would be a deal breaker.  It's really annoying, and I can't stop listening to it, despite the fact that we're talking.  It feels like a virus, and there's nothing I can do about it.

Ten aggravating minutes later, we arrive at dinner.  Mercifully.  We get Sue's luggage from the trunk, head in, and are promptly seated.  I think I asked three times, in different ways if she wanted a drink (anything to relax her) but she steadfastly refused.  Sigh.  Luckily though, not being in a cab with me, or maybe the promise of food seemed to calm her down.  The flicking stops and she focuses her nervous energy elsewhere.  Thankfully, inaudibly so.

Most of the cab ride was spent talking about her ride down.  The different people, scenery, perils of travel, that sort of thing.  Fine with me, I can talk about nearly anything.  After we place our orders she asks me about my day.  I talked about my day at work and the project that I'm in the middle of.  Sue sat there, listened, doesn't respond to anything, and then when I'm finished pauses for a second, and then launches into minutae about one of her hobbies.

Whether this was intentional or not, I really have no idea.  And I'm not sure I want to know. But it felt like she was saying, "I'll let you talk about yourself for a minute.  Let me know when you're done, and I'll continue talking about myself."

That thought did push my brain into a different place.  Whereas before I was thinking about Sue along the lines of "This is my friend who I want to fuck" I was now in "This is a one-night stand."  The former is preferred, but I'm obviously fine with the latter.

Continuing along those lines, I start to make out with her as soon as the cab starts rolling.  She frequently talked about herself being a dirty slut, so I figured the cab was fair game for biting her bottom lip.  And playing with her sizable tits.  She then ups the ante by stroking my cock.  I return the favor by rubbing her clit.  And just like that, we were at her hotel.  I grabbed her bags, tipped the hack, and we went right up to her room.

Clothing was quickly shed once inside.  Her shirt, my shirt, her bra.  Wow.  She did have big tits.  My guess would be 38E.  Very dark nipples which I started sucking with a fervor.  Sue told me that having her tits sucked made her want to fuck.  Not that I didn't get the picture when she was stroking my cock in the cab, but hey.  More turned on is better when there's nakedness involved.

Sue also mentioned that she loved people going down on her, so I knew that was my next destination.  Jeans and panties went in one swift motion.  She was wet.  I was eager and dove right in.  Sadly, she didn't taste good.  But luckily I got her off several times just by sucking on her clit, and using my teeth to play with it.

She probably would have let me stay down there all night, but I had other things on my mind.  The first and foremost being a blow job.  I wriggle out of my pants and boxers, and lay on my back.  Sue lays perpendicular to me and grabs my cock in her right hand and balls with her left.  Then, she starts aggressively sucking on just the tip while massaging me with her left hand.

It felt... not great.  She would use the side of the tip of her tongue to try to tease my meatus, but she either didn't know what she was doing, or was using a technique that worked on some other guy, but was falling flat with me.  I didn't like it go on for very long, and asked her to lick my shaft up and down.  She does.  Then I ask her to just take the first few inches in her mouth and bob up and down while simultaneously pumping my shaft with her other hand.  And she, sort of does this, but gets distracted with my balls again, and then is kind of all over the place.

Enough I thought.  Time to fuck.

And I told her so.  She gets on her back, and I suit up.  Sue spreads her legs, eager for me to plunge into her, which I am happy to do.  However, I only get about three or four inches in, when her body tenses and she puts her hands up to my shoulders to try to stop me.

"What's wrong?"

"You're too big."

"I thought [name of guy she is fucking at home] has a big cock."

"Not as big as you."

Sigh.

"I'll go slowly."

And I do.  Of course.  But it's disappointing.  One of my favorite parts of fucking somebody new is that first moment when I slide into them.  It's amazing to behold and always interesting to see what reaction I get.  The "stop stop.  ok go really slowly..." is one of my least favorites.

Maybe I should be better with patience, but my first instinct is to fuck hard.  I want to let loose.  Throw inhibition into the wind and ram my majestic cock into the girl beneath me until it hits her cervix.

That's what my penis tells me anyway.  Reality rarely works in a similar fashion.  So I start slowly and build up steam while playing with her tits more.  At least she still has that going for her.  Which is great of course.

After awhile, she starts to get used to my girth, and begins to enjoy herself to the point of where she wants to get on top of me.  Some shifting and adjusting happens, and she does.  And I have to give her credit, Sue is definitely a bigger gal, but her stamina was impressive. Once she built up her momentum, she was Energizer Bunny-esque.  Perhaps all the tales about how much sex she has were at least partially true.

I decide that I want to get back in on the action, get Sue off me, and start fucking her from behind.  We've probably been at it for about an hour by now, and I really want to cum.  So my tempo increases.  I smack her ass, she she squeals.  Hard fucking.  My hands on her hips, pulling her into me so that I can get every last bit of my rock hard dick inside her.  Fast.  So fast that I erupt inside her.  Deep.  Satisfying.

We lay next to each other and talk awhile after that.  She's a lot more at ease now.  Having half a dozen orgasms tends to do that to a person.  Sue says that usually it takes her awhile to open up to somebody, but she felt comfortable fucking me.  Which is nice.  So nice that I start playing with myself again, and get hard.

"Do you want to fuck again?"

"Of course."

She gets on top of me again, grinds her clit against me while I'm completely filling her, and keeps making herself cum on me.  It feels great.  I love inducing orgasm.  Eventually I take the condom off and jerk off all over her tits.  The contrast of the white cum against her dark skin was hot, and I licked it up.

I don't think it was a mistake fucking Sue.  It clearly was sub-optimal, but ended up being alright in the end.  Meeting people you've talked to awhile online doesn't always work out as expected.  But we both got what we wanted, and left relatively happy.
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Monday, December 13, 2010

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“Where do you want me to cum?”

Don’t ask me that question.  I can never answer.  All over my face.  Dripping down my chin.  Painted to my lips like tiny flowers on parchment.  Puddling like drops of rain in the nape of my neck.  My love for cum is deeper than my love for you.  I want to taste you.  Inhale your tempting mix of salt, sweat, and seed.  Nourish my body with the proteins pouring from your penis.

No, I want you to cum on my breasts.  Top my mountain peaks with thick snow, spewing from your volcano in a global warming bliss.  I want to play with it.  Lick it.  Smear it.  Can I absorb you?

Or maybe you should cum in my ass.  I could feel it trickle out of me, marking street maps across my thighs.  I could follow each one with my finger and deconstruct your city of cum like Robert Moses did New York.

Wait.

You must cum inside of me.  I’ll betray my ass, my breasts, my fingers, my lips.  I want to feel the beat of your cock as you explode in my flesh.  Shooting stars flinging across my walls, supernovas in my feminine sky.  When you finish, your cock is coated with a mixture of us- the astrochemical evolution of giant molecular clouds. Then bring it to my lips, and I’ll suck it all into my black hole of desire.

Yes, it’s better if you don’t ask.  I could never decide.

-=C&C=-

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Friday, December 10, 2010

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Thursday, December 9, 2010

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Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Recall

It had been way too long since I'd received a blowjob that was what I would consider to be above average.  However, Kerrie was surprising in that way.

Kerrie is in college.  She's blonde, busty and sort of an indie rock hippie.  And I'm smitten with her eyes.  They're so so big.  And blue.  And did I mention big?  I'm a total sucker for girls with big eyes.  Luckily, she liked my eyes too, and one of the many times I stared into hers, she said she thought mine were very nice too.  I really don't know if it's true or not, but I'd like to think so. It'd give me a good excuse for staring back into hers.

We met via Craigslist, which shouldn't be too shocking.  And it was a situation that I think was best summed up in a clip from a TV show that will require some explanation.  In the the show Taxi, Andy Kaufman played a character named Latka Gravas, who had multiple personality disorder.  One of his personalities was a very macho, alpha male named Vic Ferarri.  In one of his bouts as Ferarri, he meets this really hot girl and drops the line that's something like, "The first key moments of a relationship set the tone that last the duration."  Or something more suave sounding...  But it was true with Kerrie.  After talking to her for about five minutes, I knew that she was going to fuck me.

Dinner was a formality.  She was impressed with my knowledge of food and wine.  I was impressed with her tales of what she did last weekend.  Kerrie isn't a prostitute, but she enjoys putting herself in situations where guys will pamper her.  It's debatable how much of what she said actually happened last weekend, as opposed to the last three months, but I played along.  I'll be honest too, it did turn me on.

After dinner, we get back to her dorm.  She turns on Minus The Bear, which I never really thought of as sexytime music, but it worked.  Despite being younger, Kerrie was very much aware of her sexuality and how to use it.  Perhaps the tales of her slutty past were true.  We made out for awhile, and I knew I was getting her hot.  She pushes me off of her, and takes her shirt down, exposing her breasts.  Earlier in the evening, and when texting in the past, I'd mentioned how I liked her tits and thought they were really hot (which is true).  And she figured she would use this as a trump card.  But I was keen to her game, and the entire time she took her shirt off, I stared right into her eyes.  She wanted me to stare at her tits, but I knew there would be plenty of time for that.

"Very nice."

"I knew you would like them."

"What do you want me to do to them?"

"Lick."

So I did.  I find her directness to be hot.  She's not afraid to tell me what she wants and how she wants it.  And I found myself licking and sucking on her beautiful nipples.

"You make them so hard."

"You make me so hard."

Cheesy, yet true.

Her pants came off shortly after, and I wasted no time, diving right in, and sucking her clit.  Hard.  Fast.  Curling my fingers inside her and pumping them in and out.

"People say I have a beautiful pussy."

She didn't.  But her cum tasted pretty neutral, which was fine.  And I enjoyed making her wet.

After about ten minutes, she pulled me up to her face. I was rock hard and fine with this decision.  We kiss.

"Too much tongue."

"Sorry.  I'm a bit eager to fuck you."

"Well take your pants off then."

I did, and she licked my cock a bit.  Then tried to deepthroat me, but to no avail.  She did keep trying though, each time getting about half way down, before being unable to go any farther.

"Maybe I'll fit better in your pussy."

"You have to be gentle."

"We'll see."

"Did you bring condoms?"

"I did.  Don't you have some?"

"Yeah, but I assume you take Magnums?"

"I assume after all your talking before about guys with thick cocks, that you had a large supply of them."

"The health center doesn't give them out for free."

Fair enough.

I unwrap, and then wrap.  Kerrie is on her back.  I push her knees away and slide in.  The wetness helps, but I get maybe half in, before her body tenses and she holds me back.  Yes, it's annoying not to be able to go deep, but the look on her face was worth it.

We fuck like that for a little while, and due to my not having cum for 3-4 days, I get off quickly.  I take the condom off, and grab one from her arsenal.  My being able to stay hard post-orgasm impresses her.  More fucking, and I do lose a bit of rigidity, to the point of when we wanted to change positions, it would have helped if I'd get myself harder.  Thus I ask if I can go down on her again, and she of course complies.

She's pretty easy to figure out orally.  When she enjoys herself, she makes this sort of higher-pitched moaning sound, which is in stark contrast to her lower voice.  It's hot.  So hot that I play with myself while doing so and get hard a little while later.

Rigidity-restored, she gets on top of me.  My hands go straight for her tits.  She tries to sit up and she clearly looks like she's unable to handle it, and lays her body on mine and starts fucking.  Due to the thin walls of her dorm room, I don't smack her ass particularly hard, but I grab it and her tits enough to know that I'm there.

"Do you want to fuck me from behind?"

"Yeah, but I don't think you'll be able to handle it."

"Probably right.  Get on top of me again."

"Sure."

More missionary fucking. Hey, it works, so why not.  This goes on for awhile, and I can see the orgasm building.  My thrusting is steady, and she eventually goes over the edge, in a bout of sweat and gasping.  I slow down, exit, and take the condom off.  We lay side by side.  I start jerking off while looking at her tits.

"Do you want to cum on my tits?"

"No, I'm not ready yet.  Will you go down on me?"

"I would, but you taste like latex."

"Can I run to the bathroom and wash off?"

"No, my roommates might be around."

"Do you have any water?"

"No."

"Baby wipe?"

"Sorryyyy."

I just keep pumping and after a minute or two, Kerrie decides enough is enough and starts sucking.  But instead of a continuation of trying to deep throat me, she puts both hands around my cock, pumps up and down and expertly swirls her mouth and tongue around my cock head.

Woah, where was this before?

She keeps going and builds up a very nice rhythm.  So nice that I'm getting really close to cumming in her mouth.  This is unusual for me, especially after I've cum once already.  But I'm excited by this, and let her know by moaning louder.  She gets me to the brink of orgasm, and then has to stop for a moment and change position.  After a second, she starts back up, gets me very close to cumming, and pulls up again.

"Are you going to cum in my mouth?"

"I'm so close."

I think her stamina was gone for the evening however, and I eventually just finish myself off.  A little disappointing, but I'm eagerly looking forward to having my first orgasm of a future night to be in her mouth.

Sluts that know how to suck cock have a future with me.
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Monday, December 6, 2010

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I realize the last three posts have been pictures. I'll talk about Sue, hopefully this week. But first, I had to post this..

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Sunday, December 5, 2010

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Friday, December 3, 2010

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