Glimpses Of Dave

e[lust] #26

2011-05-28T00:07:00.000-07:00

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~ This Week’s Top Three Posts ~
Bikery – The mental image of Suzy mounting this thing and pedaling herself towards a quaking orgasm flashed across my mind’s eye and I grinned into her face.

If you are monogamous can you learn to be polyamorous? – Do you think that someone who is monogamous can learn to be polyamorous for a partner, or do you think they are courting disaster?

Hot Wax – I detached myself from what she was doing to me. *breathe* She pulled again. I came from the pain, motionless, silent, and helpless to stop it. She continued.

~ Featured Post (Lilly’s Pick) ~
Spring - My eyes wide, there was no time for reaction as another crowd was wandering down the path. Our eyes locked and Daniel smirked, attempting to find something innocuous to say.

~ e[lust] Editress ~
What is Sex Positive? - Just because I create & run something, doesn’t mean I’m a dictator. e[lust] is as much yours as it is mine, and I value the opinions of everyone.
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Erotic Writing
6. Gluttony
Erotica: Suit & Tie Guy VS The Construction Worker pt II
Gang·bang»ed
hot and bothered…
In the Morning
My First Blowjob
Oh, What a Sight!
Skate / For Wank Wednesday
Soak(ed)
The tables have turned
Wanting it Bad. Wanting it Hard
What I will do with a dildo: Sing, do with a dildo

Kink & Fetish
As much sex as he can fuck into me
Afternoon Sex x 4
Fetish/Fashion
I used to be a Masochist
Now Lick My Boots Clean, Submissive
Open
Plug Me
Rope play
Staked Out
spank, fisted and strung up
The Room

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships
A sex-positive female in a sex-negative society
A Period Drama
On Safer Sex and STIs; Musings on The Swingset
Question Month #4
Sense of Responsibility
Simple?
Touch My Cock
Why Did I Engage?

Sex News, Interviews, Politics & Humor
Hello, My Name is Danny Wylde
In Praise of SlutWalks
Internet Pornography and Women: It doesn’t have to feel bad

The tables have turned

2011-05-02T12:11:00.000-07:00

"I'm not sure if I have any more fuck left in me."

This wasn't the first thing that Dolly said to me, but it is one of my favorites.

Let me explain. For those of you who haven't been paying attention, I'm usually a dominant type both in bed and out of bed. This doesn't mean that I can't be on the other side from time to time, if with the right person. And Dolly was the right person. Trim body. Long red hair. Younger than me. Dark eyes. Brimming with confidence. She's the kind of girl who enjoys smacking boys around because she can. And because they let her.

This was all established within the first ten minutes of talking with her. Maybe not in so many words, but I learned what she was about pretty quickly. Usually I'm pretty talkative, but there came times when I was in deep analysis (deep anal, heh) trying to figure her out. Was it obvious in retrospect? Maybe. But at the time I'd had several glasses of wine and didn't want to fuck things up. Not everybody can top me.

Thus, I picked her up, sat on a chair with her draped across me and we chatted. I think she got the point that while I was bigger than her, and happy to take what she dished out, I could play back too.

She commented about my chest hair. I have some. Not a lot, but enough that it can be grabbed and tugged. Which she did as we made out. Her fingernails got in on the action too, as I suspected. We would break off a kiss, and she would rake her nails across me, flashing a wicked smile. One that was different from her "normal" smile. Not that I necessarily knew what normal was, having only met her a couple hours prior. But her casually chatting and flirting smile looked a fair amount different than this one.

We made out more, and I caressed her body. She grabbed my face, pushing my lips together and kissed me hard. It felt good playing rough. Assuming she decided that she had some fuck left in her, I'd happily return the favor a bit later.

Making out is pretty awesome though. I could tell that she was getting more and more turned on by this. Some people like how I kiss. She grabbed my cock. I grabbed her ass. She bit my lip. I curled a finger inside her pussy, noting how wet she was. Plenty of fuck left. Time to find out if she could cash the check she was writing.

Short answer: Yes.

Long answer: I need to fuck more sluts. Girls who are good at what they do, and know it. Girls who know what feels good to themselves and to others. I have a pretty good understanding of how to give pleasure, and I enjoy doing so. When it comes back, even better.

After going down on her for a few minutes, I rolled a condom on and fucked her missionary style. She wrapped her arms and legs around me like a koala bear, threw her head back and took my pounding. My cock pounded deeply, smacking against her cervix with each thrust. She just held me tighter as we fucked and made out.

This went on for a bit, and I felt a position change was in order and pulled her on top of me. I was really interested to see how this would go. And as I suspected, she was a fucking rock star. She bounced hard on me, and fucked me deep. I grabbed her ass. She pinched my nipple. I grunted. She reached back and smacked my face. Hard. I moaned and thrust into her again. She smacks me with her left hand this time. Even harder. My eyes close, water slightly, and I grab her tits. I pull her body down. She grabs my throat. I pull her hair. Her hips rotate on me while we fuck, which causes her to sit up a bit.

"Lift up your hips and fuck me."

I do of course.

All of a sudden I can see her orgasm coming. Her face contorts. Her body twists. I can feel her whole body contract. Like everything else Dolly has done, she cums hard. It was unbelievable.

I really hope there's more where it came from.

The pervert is back

2011-04-21T10:18:00.000-07:00

There's a great scene in The People vs. Larry Flynt where our hero (of sorts) returns to the Hustler office for the first time in awhile and has the secretary repeatedly announce over the intercom that the pervert was back. It's a great scene, and I feel the same way right now.

Last night I went to an orgy for the first time in awhile.

And it felt good. It felt right. There's something about being part of the seedy underbelly of a rapidly homogenizing town that is gratifying. I also hesitate to give too many specific details about the evening, for a few reasons. One is because keeping this sort of thing on the down low so that such things can continue to exist is important. Another is that I worry about pissing people off. Most of my description of the evening will be positive, but if somebody somehow gets identified as "one who goes to orgies" it can have negative repercussions. And the last thing I want to do is blow people's cover. So if you have questions, please address my privately. Or if you just want to talk about these things, feel free to comment or ask me or whatever.

Moving forward, most orgies have two parts. There's the hanging out part that feels very similar to a cocktail party. Obviously the vibe is a bit different, but it's mostly the same. And as I think I've mentioned before but am too lazy to hyperlink, I'm adept at handling these situations for the most part. I had a bit of initial apprehension going in, because I didn't really know anybody and wasn't part of a couple, but those turned out to be non-issues.

Despite the fact that the party had a designated time when people were to show up, few were on time. I guess this is expected. Who shows up at a party right as it's supposed to begin? Well Dave did. And a few other couples did too. Nobody whom I was particularly interested in, but I'm happy to make small talk and have some wine. The last thing I wanted to seem like that creepy guy who's just hanging out and biding his time. Bad vibe. So instead I talked about people that I didn't know nor care about and their divorces and other such topics.

Meanwhile, other people slowly filtered in. The mood turned festive. Now comes the slightly tricky part... As you know, I come up with psuedonyms for the folks here, to protect the guilty. But I met a bunch of people that are going to be difficult to keep separate, so let's hope my note-taking is thorough. Adding to this difficulty is the fact that I don't remember everybody's real names, and only some of the psuedonyms that they had given themselves. Confusing right?

So after hanging out with some random couples, I found my way over to Maritza. She was talking with what looked like a couple, but ended up being two friends. Maritza and I got along pretty well. She's in her mid twenties, latina, and curvy with curly hair. Much like I was happy to talk to people who weren't couples, she was similarly happy to talk with guys who weren't either. Someone told her that there were six other single females at the party, and that she was determined to find them, and I'm assuming fuck them too.

Shortly after saying such things, I noticed a girl who ended up not being single, but was alone at the time. I introduced myself, and we began chatting. She's Angie. Lower 20s. Long wavy hair, dark brown. Slim figure. Fantastic lips. Cock sucking lips if you will. Very Anne Hathaway looking. Similar to Maritza, conversation flowed nicely. Her fiancée was arriving later and had already attracted a lot of attention from men and couples that she wasn't so into.

One thing I've noticed about these types of gatherings is that conversation almost always represents sexual interest. It's very difficult to separate the two, and from what I can tell, everybody knows this. And to add to it, I'd say roughly two-thirds of any given crowd aren't what I'd call "smooth" in their conversation. This judgment comes strictly from watching others, but even though people try to project an affable vibe, it seems transparent. And if I can pick up on it, I'm fairly certain that most women can too, as they've been dealing with guys like this for most of their adult lives I'd imagine.

But back to what I was saying before, I do try to actually talk to people, and not just in an "I want to fuck you, so I'm going through the motions" way. Intelligence turns me on. Witty banter turns me on. Connecting with somebody while seeing them clothed is important. So my discussion with Angie was legit, and it was eventually cut short, as we were all brought to the main room.

The organizer thanked people for coming and laid down some ground rules. Pretty basic stuff about not joining people playing unless you are told that it's okay, being respectful, not being a creeper, etc.

And almost as if people were waiting to hear all this, clothes quickly began shedding. Being new, I was approached by Noreen and helped out of my clothes. This was perfectly fine with me for several reasons. First of all, her eyes. Very similar to this Suicide Girl, whose name I forget. The second was her hair, which was a short, slightly shaggy pixie cut. The fact that she had nice pierced tits and a thick booty didn't hurt either, but the first two were what I keyed in on.

"So what are you good at?"

"I don't know?"

"Well it's good that you're humble. A lot of guys say that they're great at oral."

She laughs. I laugh. We are laughing.

"Maybe I'm good at being tall?"

"No."

She gets down to business, and my clothes come off. Her dress comes off. She points to a group of people standing about ten feet away.

"That looks like fun, let's go over there."

"Yeah. Okay."

Two girls, three guys are standing very close to each other. Both women have long blonde hair. They are playing with the guys whose cocks are rapidly stiffening. One of the blondes gets on her knees and starts blowing the guy who she was interested in. And since I was there, me as well. The other blonde blows the other guy. Noreen also gets on her knees and starts blowing the guy with other blonde girl. This only lasts a moment though, as Noreen quickly switches over to me, as blonde girl #1 focuses on her guy. This is perfect for me, as I start playing with her hair. Her hair is hot. Noreen stands.

"Come sit over here," she said, pointing to a couch. I obey of course.

She get on her knees and starts working my cock. Licking it up and down. Sucking. Bobbing her head. I lean back, and she starts really going to work on me. And it's fucking hot. My hands are running through her hair, and I'm focused on watching her. She starts pumping my cock with her left hand, caressing my balls with her right, and sucking all the while.

"You have a gorgeous cock."

"Thank you."

"No, I mean it. I love sucking it."

"What you're doing is amazing. And also, I'm sure you get this a lot, but your hair is fantastic."

We then have a very brief conversation about most guys not liking short hair. Then she starts sucking my cock again. This time she also gazed into my eyes while doing so. Incredibly hot. Had I let her, I would have cum in her mouth. But I wanted to prolong this experience as long as I could.

Eventually, she decides to move on, but promised to leave me in good hands. I say sure, and over comes Stella. Noreen says something to Stella, who quickly gets on her knees and starts sucking my cock. Though unlike Noreen, she is still in a black bra and lacy panties. She also breaks off the sucking to make out with me every once in awhile, before sucking again. Her technique is also good, but different than Noreen's. More inner mouth friction, less licking. Still very nice though.

This continues for about ten minutes, before she realizes that she needs to meet her friend who would be arriving at the party late. She told me to stay there, and that she'd come back.

A couple minutes pass. She returns, good to her word, and we make out more. And then the blow job continues. This time for a shorter length of time, as she wanted to see (and eventually fuck) her friend who came to see her. Fine with me.

I stand up and watch the crowd around me a bit. Lots of fucking. Lots of sucking. Naked people hanging out talking. Drinking. Drugs. This truly was a den of sin.

After that, I noticed Angie again. She had found her fiancée, but he was off doing other things, so we started making out. By this point, her bra was off, revealing her soft little pink nipples. I start caressing them while making out and she strokes my still engorged cock. Kissing her was every bit as good as I imagined. It took a bit of self-restraint not to bite her lips, as they were so luscious, but I managed. Sucking and licking them did just fine.

We continue, and after caressing her ass a bit, I ask if I can move my hand around front. She says yes, and I start finger banging her. The fact that she was already fairly wet was a nice sign, and that she was tight was even better. By this point I had already been hard for around an hour, and while staying power is a quality that I'm happy about, I was getting to the point where I wanted to cum.

Angie gets up to talk with her fiancée. I'm assuming to ask if she can fuck me, or at least see what he's up to. While she does, another blonde girl (I think the one from before, not Stella) starts sucking my cock. And pretty roughly at that. Luckily, Angie quickly returns. I pull her down and whisper if she can ask the woman mauling my cock if she can tag in. The transfer was thankfully painless and Angie starts in on my cock. Of course it feels great.

She continues for maybe five minutes, until I pull her up and kiss her deeply. She tastes like cock. Definitely mine. Probably her fiancée's. Possibly another guy's as well. Sluttily delicious. She asks if I want to fuck her. I do. We retrieve a condom, and she gets on top of me and starts riding.

One good thing about sluts at orgies is that if I can bide my time, they often have been fucked before I get to them. There are some guys who aren't into sloppy seconds, but that's not how I see it. My view is that it's great that there are guys around to warm her up for me. It's been well-documented that I like to fuck hard, and this helps that.

Anyway, Angie slides right onto my cock and starts fucking me. And we're both into it. My hands guide her ass up and down. She is leaned forward on me so that we get to make out more while we fuck. Her breathing starts to change. She's really into it. I am as well, her pussy feels incredible. I don't want to break our building rhythm, but I also want to fuck her deeply, so as our bodies move, I push her back on my cock. It registers on her face. Pleasure. Lots of pleasure.

We keep fucking, and I can tell she's close to getting off. I am as well, but I want her to cum first. We keep going and I can feel her cum starting to cover my hip. Success. I pull her down to me and tell her how fucking hot she is and how much I like fucking her. These things are all true. She tells me how great she feels and I cum shortly thereafter. We slow, and eventually stop.

She sits on my lap, and we talk a few minutes before her fiancée sweeps in for her. No problems there. I remove the condom and wash my cock off, only to find Maritza getting fucked. However, it's just about time to go, so I make out with her a bit, play with her ample tits, and we promise to fuck in the future.

From there, I wander around a little bit and talk with Noreen. I'm not sure if I'll get anything more from her than random play at parties, but I'd definitely like to. I also get Stella's number, as we didn't have a chance to fuck, and I'm pretty sure she wants to as much as I do.

All in all a wildly successful evening. Hopefully this will be the start of something special.

elust #24

2011-03-22T11:43:00.001-07:00

Photo Courtesy of Kitten's Toys

~ This Week’s Top Three Posts ~

Women, Swinging, and Seduction – From Meeting to Fucking in the Swinging Lifestyle: “My wife wants to drop out of swinging and instead have an open relationship…” announced a good friend of mine..

The Scent of a Woman (Or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love my Snatch): Years back, during a scene, I had my dominant lean in and whisper lasciviously that he could “smell my wet pussy” and I started to cry.

5 Kinky Toys from the Office Supply Store: If you’re a nerd like me, you find the idea of office supplies a little bit arousing already but Pet & I paid a recent visit with an even more focused purpose — finding the best pervertibles Staples had to offer.

~ Featured Post (Lilly’s Pick) ~

Two Fantasies in One: The sexting progressed from just spanking and fingering to fingering both my holes, to slipping a butt plug in to punish me for being a naughty girl. By the time Tuesday came around we were both very horny and on edge to get together.

~ e[lust] Editress ~

Ethics in Blogging: Ethics don’t always equal human kindness/respect for others. You can be a snarky, grumpy shit-stirrer but still be ethical. You can be sweet as pie on the outside and be unethical.

All blogs that have a submission in this edition must re-post this digest from tip-to-toe on their blogs within 7 days. Re-posting the photo is optional and the use of the “read more…” tag is allowable ~after this point~. Thank you, and enjoy!

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

Barriers

Being a Slut

Bush. Confession #556

Effects of Effexor

Honesty and Courtesy

#LadyPornDay

Master and Slave?

My Experiences with Porn

Question Month: #1

Thoughts on Porn by Holden

What if His Is Much Larger Than Mine? – His & Hers Perspectives on Cock Size And Swinging

Wet Pussy

Sex News, Interviews, Politics & Humor

Introducing the charity spanking anthology

Kink & Fetish

A Negotiated Spanking

Cuff Me to the Bed

Don't Let Go

given

I Want In

Sexlopedia: Edge Play

Sex as a Tool

Sometimes

The cute checkout girl browsed my bare cleavage

Worth The Wait

Erotic Writing

Back to the scene of the crime

blood/lust [pt.one]

Deals

dirty me...

Hooray for Half Term

Honey, I'm Home

I Like Your Dream

Naughty Nurse Night At The Swingers Club

On Eating Pussy

Our Nectars

personal records

Returned

Short Dress. High Heels. Margaritas…

Sex With A Friend Part 1

Traditional Loving?

The fun of firsts

The Power of Seduction

We Begin With Talk Of Drink and Debauchery – Hazy Memories of Desire

Wet Wednesday

Ask Daves

2011-03-20T19:14:00.000-07:00

I got a bunch of questions asked to me on my Tumblr. I don't feel like cross-posting them here right now, so if you'd like to read, I recommend checking me out over there.

The Cupcakes and Brooklyn Dave - Part Three

2011-03-20T19:12:00.000-07:00

by Miss Molly Cupcake

So after an exciting dinner and lots of oral sex, I was perched on my hands and knees, my husband’s cock between my lips and Dave’s cock at the entrance to my cunt.

Dave pushed in and I pushed back, securing him deep inside. C is thicker than Dave, but Dave is longer and curved, so the sensation was completely different. Dave began fucking me and I tried to replicate my deep sucking on C’s cock. Dave’s fingers were pushing deep into my hips and his thrusts were so hard they were pushing me forward. I moved back, trying to get in a position where I could take Dave’s thrusts without being thrusted myself. He felt amazing and he started smacking my ass- giant, powerful smacks against my skin- and I almost couldn’t take it. I was so turned on and so wet my pussy was making slurping sounds as Dave punched in and out of me. Dave was fucking me so furiously and so fast that sucking C’s cock was simply not possible.

C realized this and gave me a look that said forget it. I wasn’t so easily resigned and tried to move back again, which meant feeling Dave bottom out in my pussy. C had enough though and had already lost hardness, so he stroked my hair and watched me get pounded from behind. All I could think of was Dave’s description of Elle moving across the bed while he fucked her from behind. I was not going to be Elle, so I did my best to stay put and push back against him. God dammit, I was going to take his cock like a woman should! When Dave had fucked me to the point I was now face to face with C, I stopped him, if only so C could get out of what seemed to be an awkward position for him.

C went over to the desk and sat down in the chair to watch. Dave laid down on the bed and, at his suggestion, I climbed on top. As Dave’s cock slid into my cunt my mouth dropped.
“Ohhh…” was all I managed to get out.

Dave smirked and replied, “Yeah.”

I was sore from the pounding and was in heaven with the feeling of his cock filling me so well, so I rode him slow and leaned in to started kissing again.

I let my hands frame Dave’s face. I let my fingers rub up against his side burns and I kissed him- soft but with purpose. We kept kissing as I pushed myself up and down his shaft, our tongues mixing with each thrust. It felt sweet and genuine and surprisingly intimate.

The combination of stimulation to my clit and the curve of his cock started to get to me and I felt my orgasm start to build. I started moving faster. Moaning. I kissed his neck and drew his skin between my lips. I laid my forehead on his and fucked him faster while he whispered dirty things to me.

“Are you going to cum?”

I nodded.

“Cum on my cock. I want to feel you cum on my cock. You’re such a slut.”

I was so close. I felt it in my toes. My clit felt amazing. Dave’s cock felt amazing. Dave’s hands were on my breasts. He grabbed my nipples and squeezed.

Painfully hard.

So hard, I lost my orgasm.

But we were still going! And it was still good! And I didn’t know how to explain that all of a sudden it was going to take me forever to build back up so when Dave asked me if I was good, I said yes. (donthatemeforbeingatotalliar)

We rolled over and Dave asked me something. I don’t know what it was but I remember telling him I wasn’t done with his cock. He said good and within seconds he was entering me from above. I wrapped my legs around him and he drove into me while we continued to kiss and nibble and bite.

I wanted to scream. I wanted to let a stream of dirty words flow from my lips like pollen from a dandelion in the wind. But I didn’t. I just moaned. I looked over to C, but I couldn’t make him out. I couldn’t tell what he was doing- whether he was enjoying the show, angry, frustrated. It was too dark. Dave and I seemed to be winded and it seemed like time for a break. Dave asked me that question that I hate.

“What do you want?”

Future boys who may sleep with me (and boys in the past who have slept with me and might wanna do it again), don’t ask me this question. If I am caught up in fucking you, I won’t have an answer. The submissive in me wants you to tell me what the fuck YOU want next and make me give it to you. I was too blissed to say anything at all, so I just kissed him again. When I caught my breath and my senses, I suggested we try a double penetration.

“Good, I’ll be on bottom” was Dave’s reply.

“You’re going to have to go slow,” I warned C. “I don’t know if I can handle it, but I want to try.”

I got on top of Dave again and C got the lube. I felt the cold gel on the crack of my ass and Dave’s cock moving inside my pussy. Dave grabbed my breasts and squeezed while C worked first one finger in, then two.

It felt incredible.

I started moving on Dave’s cock, pushing him deeper while C’s fingers worked my ass.
He put a third in.

I thought I was going to die. As if I wasn’t already aroused, Dave took the opportunity to continue with his dirty talk.

“Take us both. I can feel his fingers against my cock. You’re such a slut.”

I wanted it. I needed it. I was going to take them both. I felt C remove his fingers and the head of his cock press against my ass. I was riding Dave in full out whore mode, biting my lip and waiting to let go completely with two big, thick cocks shoved inside me.

But I couldn’t feel anything. C wasn’t entering me. I could tell that he wasn’t hard. I was worried. I thought maybe he was upset.

“Is everything okay?” I asked.

“No, I can’t do it. Keep going though.”

C got off and went back to watching. Dave and I rolled over and he told me to put my legs together. He pushed his cock through and down along my clit, just barely entering me with each thrust. I tried to angle up, the shallow thrusts were driving me mad. We locked our lips together and continued kissing, foreheads together, and I could feel the sweat drip from his face as he continued to fuck me.

We repositioned again, back to me on top. My mind kept drifting back to my husband. Was he upset? Was everything okay? I tried to make eye contact, but it was too dark for me to see. I held back my screams and rode Dave as forcefully as I could muster. I joked with him about the painful hickeys I could already feel forming on my neck. I leaned down to return the favor along his collar.

At this point exhaustion was overtaking us both, and I could tell Dave was wearing down as well. Again I inched up to the orgasm line. I was so close. It felt so great and I wanted it so bad. I was going to do it. I was going to have my first orgasm during intercourse without my fingers.

Then I turned my head and saw my husband and my worry came back. I just couldn’t do it. So I faked it again and when Dave asked if I was finished, I nodded and rolled off. He held me in his arm and I laid my head on his chest while we both caught our breath.

In less than a minute, I could hear Dave snoring. I was more exhausted than I can remember being ever. I closed my eyes and enjoyed his warmth and his heartbeat for a few minutes. His right arm was wrapped around me and the fingers of his left were stroking my arm. It was gentle and intimate and completely wonderful. I hated to move, but I missed my husband and so I asked him to move over and called to C to come join us on the bed.

I rolled toward C and snuggled into his arms. He leaned down to kiss me and I wearily realized everything was fine with him. He smiled at me and ran his fingers along my face. I let my feet intertwine with his and rolled back towards Dave and into his chest again.

I don’t know how long we laid like that, but I could sense that C wasn’t comfortable. Dave was asleep. I was very nearly the same. But even on the king sized bed, I knew that there was no way C was going to get a good night’s rest on only a third of the bed. He lost his grandfather. He’d been through three days of hell. He gave me the threesome I’d been dreaming about for years. He deserved a good night’s rest. So I woke up Dave and told him he had to leave.

I went into the bathroom to clean up a bit and noticed the bruises already forming on my body. Most notably, my right breast had a bruise at least four inches wide and I could already make out fingerprint sized marks around my left breast. I started laughing.
Seriously laughing. I knew it was rough, but I didn’t realize it was that rough. I came out of the bathroom and explained my hysterics to C while sleepy Dave went to clean up. He came out of the bathroom dazed and confused and I snuck a peak at the clock. It was after 4am. I felt terrible for making him leave. While he put on his clothes and shoes I went back into the bathroom to take off my makeup and get ready for bed. I gave Dave a kiss goodbye and a little bit of worried mothering and he was off.

I got into bed and snuggled up next to C.

“Is everything okay?” I asked.

“Yeah. Just exhausted.”

“But, you know, I was worried when you couldn’t.”

“I know, I was just too tired.”

“Did you like watching?”

“Sometimes. I liked it best when you were on top. The rest was just man ass.”

“Did you like Dave?”

“Yes. Of course. If I didn’t we wouldn’t have done that. Did you?”

“Yes. Though I feel really bad.”

“Why?”

“Well, I made him leave at 4am. Also, he didn’t come. I didn’t come. You didn’t come.”

“But you never come.”

“True. But the internet will judge us harshly for this.”

“Maybe. But you had a threesome and they didn’t.”

“I did, didn’t I? I love you.”

“I love you too. Sweet dreams.”

The Cupcakes and Brooklyn Dave - Part Two

2011-03-20T19:09:00.000-07:00

by Miss Molly Cupcake

So where were we? Dead grandfather, barbecue, lots of drinks, a mind-blowing kiss, public groping, unsexy cab ride… ah yes, three drunks in a dark room.

I was surprised by the darkness. I saw C standing along the wall and Dave closer to the bed. In the dark I couldn’t take facial cues. Not being able to see my husband’s eyes confused me. I wasn’t sure where to go, but I found myself in Dave’s arms again while C leaned against the wall and watched.

We kissed. It wasn’t the same as the kiss in the bar, or even the kiss before the bathroom. It was rough. Hungry. Passionate. He bit my lip and I bit back. He grabbed my breasts. Groped. Twisted. I pressed my palm against the bulge in his pants. Rubbed it against his cock and I heard him moan. I felt his fingers clench around my ass and in moments we were on the bed. I was straddling him and our tongues were dancing and my dress was being pulled over my head. Seconds later my bra was off and I was pissed that he never even saw my fleshy breasts in their pretty purple lace. He was grabbing and pulling and I suddenly saw the advantage of being unconfined as my nipples grew hard and tender.

I pulled him to me and he kissed my neck, sinking his teeth into it and pulling. I tried to reciprocate his actions, but things were moving too fast. I couldn’t get enough of him. Then Dave did something completely endearing. He leaned into my ear and whispered.

“Do you want him?”

“Yes!”

“Then tell him. Tell him you want him.”

I don’t know why he did that. He didn’t have to. Maybe it was his experience. Maybe he knew how much I wanted it. Maybe he just thought it was hotter that way. But it was the perfect thing to say and I took his advice and called for C. Dave whispered that he wanted to go down on me and moved his way down my body.

C came to the other side of the bed, where my head was, and I pulled him down into a kiss. He kissed me hard, but tender, and I could tell how much he loved me and how turned on he was. We kissed again as Dave’s tongue touched my clit and in between the bliss I realized that this was a threesome- two men and me. No more nerves. No more doubts. It was here and happening and it was time to make something of it. I pulled C closer, and grabbed for his cock.

“Take your pants off,” I demanded.

He did as he was told and brought his hard cock to my wet lips. I turned my head to take as much of him as I could and tried my best to focus on him despite the great job Dave was doing down below. The hotness of the situation must have gripped us all at the same time because within minutes the scene got much more aggressive. C moved onto the bed to get a better position directly over my mouth. Dave was playing with my clit, licking and sucking and biting. I reached down and grabbed his hands and squeezed, hoping that he understood I was too overcome to give him any more encouragement.

C pushed in further and grabbed my hands, restraining them over my head. Dave sunk his fingers into me and began pushing in and out, faster and harder. I started choking on C’s cock and gasping for breath as he placed his hands around my throat. C let up for a moment to allow me to breath, only to replace his cock with his balls. This cycle repeated once or twice more. Choking, moaning, gasping, breathing, hand grabbing, licking, sucking, choking, moaning. I licked and sucked like a desperate slut while Dave’s fingers banged away. All of a sudden it was too much.

Too much stimulation. Too much aggression. Too much everything. I said stop. Either they didn’t think I was serious or they didn’t hear me. I repeated myself, laughing as I squirmed away from both of them.

“I cannot possibly handle any more of this.” I was laughing out loud at this point and the boys drew back. I explained that it was too much for me and we needed to try something else.

Dave came onto the bed next to me and we started kissing again. I took the opportunity to explore him. I kissed my way down his chest to his nipples. I let my tongue trace over his left nipple before I sucked it into my mouth. I let my teeth graze it before I gave it a tiny bite and returned to drawing circles and lines across it with my tongue. I blew a stream of air gently across them and couldn’t help but smile when I heard him moan.

I indicated for Dave to move up to the pillows and lay down. I’m not sure when or how Dave’s pants came off, but as he slid up onto the pillows I got my first real glance at his cock.

Now, I’ve seen pictures of Dave’s cock before. (It’s possible that there are few cocks in North America I haven’t seen at this point.) He’s long, about eight inches, and thick. Wide and flat and gorgeous. I moved between his legs and positioned my ass in the air, hoping C would get the hint and fuck me.

I focused on Dave. I kissed down his stomach and along his pelvis. I ran my tongue along the crease of his legs and inside his thigh before I gave in and ran my tongue up his cock. C positioned behind me and I felt his thick cock press against my ass before sliding along my pussy and into my cunt. I took Dave into my mouth and struggled to manage his width. C grabbed my hips and slammed into me and we slowly built a rhythm between the three of us. I again had trouble concentrating on sucking Dave’s cock while C was fucking me, so I figured if I wasn’t going to win on technique, I’d make it as sloppy and enthusiastic as I could. I took Dave as deep as I could handle, and pushed until I gagged. I kept repeating, trying to get deeper as I swallowed more and more of his cock. C’s fingers were digging into my hips and all of a sudden he smacked my ass. Dave started whispering to me and the combination of the two drove me wild.

“Fuck his cock.”

“Suck my dick.”

“Take it deeper.”

“You’re such a whore.”

“You love it, don’t you, slut?”

I did. I fucking loved it. I felt like a complete whore and I was just getting started.
I alternated between slobbering and gagging and jerking Dave’s cock while C pounded me doggy style. Eventually someone suggested the boys switch. I was finally going to have that gorgeous cock inside me.

To be continued…

Ask Dave #8A

2011-03-18T14:23:00.001-07:00

um, I think I do have a system.
it's called, wow, this really sucks. thanks, and goodbye. clearly with less insensitivity, but the underlying message is the same. well, ok, I'm not trying to wreck anyone's self-esteem, I attempt to improve the experience through subtle feedback, but if they just can't figure it out, I just can't do it, sorry. They're not my adoring boyfriend that I'm attempting to bond with over improved sexual prowess over what works for me; it's a hookup. What good is a hookup if you're not even really getting what you want?

admittedly, dresses are much easier to hurriedly slip on than trousers and a shirt.

I dunno, your response confused me. I'm not sure if I irritated you or what. All I'm saying is that story was seriously impossible to finish without cringing, especially when you got to this whole part about her mixed signals over what hole she wanted it in and whether she wanted it at all.

I guess disregard my entire commentary if you ARE getting what you want and your whole point is that if you don't try different shit, you're never gonna learn what you like and dislike either / once you're in the fray, might as well get through till the end. ?

ps, don't get me wrong, I know I may be coming off as an argumentative bitch, but I sincerely love your blog since I started reading. I'm just trying to understand you better.

disassociativ

The first time, I got what I wanted. That part was cool. I had no idea the second time was going to be much worse. My hope was that it’d be even better.

My only irritation was thinking about Elle’s actions. Just annoying. Nothing you did or said.

I didn’t think you were being a bitch or anything. And even if you were, I’d still welcome your feedback. :)

Ask Dave #8

2011-03-18T09:33:00.001-07:00

in response to your question about being a bad slut / hesitance about encore number 3 w/ elle.

I discourage you from returning. Your story was painful to read. I don't know how you put up with the horrible head. I wanted to rescue you from that room.

disassociativ

I don’t know who wrote the Bible or the Torah. Nor do I care to get into a religious debate. But one thing I do know is that whoever came up with the idea that there should be no premarital sex had a good point. If we only had one person ever go down on us, we wouldn’t know anybody, and it would always be great. Sadly, this is not the case with most of the people reading this blog, and especially not with me.

Though I like the idea of having a panic button on a hookup. I know that some people do this with dates, where they have a friend call them 15 minutes in no matter what, and if it’s urgent, they bolt. However, this is a lot more difficult to pull off when naked. If you could devise a system for this, and sell it, you’ll be rich beyond your wildest dreams.

The Cupcakes and Brooklyn Dave - Part One

2011-03-17T19:26:00.000-07:00

by Miss Molly Cupcake

I have made it known more than once that my biggest fantasy was a MMF threesome. I believe it was even my New Year’s resolution.

Check.

Oddly enough, I didn’t go to NYC expecting to have a threesome. I knew it was a possibility, even a good one, but I am also an expert at mentally manipulating myself, so I had decided it wasn’t going to happen. I wasn’t going to fuck Brooklyn Dave.

That decision seemed more sound after the events of the days before. Mr. Cupcake (otherwise known as C) lost his grandfather on Sunday. Friday afternoon we got a call from C’s dad telling us that grandpa had been put into hospice. We drove out to Pittsburgh Friday evening and didn’t make it back to our house until almost 8pm Saturday. We went to say goodbye. We made it, but the emotional and physical toll left us drained. On top of that, we hadn’t planned on losing all that time, and we weren’t yet packed for New York. We finally made it to bed around 3am on Saturday night, just to be up at 5am Sunday to make our train to New York. About an hour after we got to New York, we got the call that grandpa had passed. We were tired and sad and I figured that it wouldn’t bode well for a late night drunken escapade.

But, I was wrong.

Let me give you some background on my relationship with Dave. Back in December I made a post looking for self united internet husbands. The post was made in jest, but nonetheless I received a number of applications from males and females alike. One was from Dave. He sent me a charming email, which I responded to with flirty remarks about his giant cock, but the holidays got me tied up and it was a few weeks before I wrote him again. This time asking him if he still wanted to chat with me. Luckily for me, he did.

I would be a terrible liar if I said that I hadn’t had sexy thoughts about Dave from time to time. He’s an incredibly sexy guy who tells incredibly sexy (true) stories. But we developed an actual friendship, and at times he’s been more like a bff than a sexy internet friend. In addition to having put him in the “Friend Zone”, Dave’s sexual history intimidated me. So, I wasn’t sure whether or not there was crazy monkey sex in our future, even if we happened to meet.

Dave and I made plans to go out for dinner and drinks my first night in the city. Mr. Cupcake was going to join us, of course. Dave picked the locations and we met up at the Starbucks around the corner from our hotel. I gave him an awkward hug and introduced him to C and we headed out. We took the subway to Brooklyn and walked to the restaurant, Fette Sau, in Williamsburg. The mood and conversation on the trip to Brooklyn was weird, because it was hard to have a conversation on the subway and even harder to do so when C was at such a disadvantage in knowledge. Dave and I knew each other fairly well for being complete strangers. Also, my husband was probably a bit preoccupied by the death of his last remaining grandparent.

Once we got to the restaurant things started to change. Fette Sau is a barbecue joint full of long rows of picnic tables, excellent food, and lots of smoke. The boys shared a half gallon of beer and I had a cider. We got to know each other and the casualness of the place relaxed everyone. Before long I was being teased while the boys bonded over baked beans. I give Dave tons of credit for picking such a great place for dinner. It knocked out all the formality and put everyone at ease. C and Dave have a lot in common- they both have great taste in music, food, hobbies, and, obviously, girls. :) By the time we left to walk to the bar, everyone was having a great time and getting along like old friends.

Dave also picked the bar- Dram. It was another awesome pick. Ms. Cupcake is not a beer drinker. I drink some wine, but if you want to get me drunk and stupid, never give me wine. I need hard liquor! Dram is a cocktail bar in Williamsburg full of comfortable benches around coffee tables with a giant front window, perfect for watching and being watched. The lighting was low but not too low with candles on the tables. The music was perfect and it was noisy but you could have a conversation without having to scream or guess what the other person was trying to say. The place had a wooden, earthy vibe to it that was relaxing and not at all pretentious.

It was Sunday evening around 9pm, but there were some people at the bar and a group of girls at one of the tables. We took a seat at the corner benches. C sat on the left bench directly in front of the window. I sat near the apex of the benches, but on the right bench against the wall. Dave sat directly next to me.

This was an immediately interesting dynamic. Dave was close to me. So close it made me a little uncomfortable at first. Our legs were touching and I was a good foot and a half from my husband. I have never really even flirted with another man in front of him before and I got a little nervous as to how he would handle it. If he minded, he didn’t show it. C looked calm, cool, and collected, and like he was having a great time. We decided on our first round of drinks- the bartenders special- and continued our conversation.

The drinks came and they were interesting- the boys had chosen bourbon and I had vodka. I can’t remember what was in them, but everyone liked their drink and I think I finished it in about 10 minutes. We moved on to rounds two and three and everyone was starting to loosen up even more. The boys discussed more music, some movies, and god only knows what else while I sipped my drink like it was going out of style. I was so relieved that C and Dave were getting along! At one point I remember thinking that if I wasn’t there, they would still have had a great time.

Somewhere between rounds three and four, Dave put his hand on my knee and started caressing it. My cute little heart and lady parts started to get all excited. Up until now, I couldn’t tell if Dave was merely enjoying our company or if he liked me. He was flirting, but not overtly. At one point, he told me I had a thick tongue. Then he showed me his long one. He told me thick tongues were sexy. I took this as flirting, but part of me wondered if maybe he just liked to look at people’s tongues? So, I couldn’t be sure. He was being super respectful of C. But there was no mistaking the intention of his fingers caressing my knee a foot and a half away from my husband.

It made me nervous.

I didn’t ask him to move his hand. I didn’t move. Maybe I didn’t even breathe. I just drank my drink like a good girl and tried to keep up with the conversation. Meanwhile, my head was racing. I kept watching C for signs that he was upset. I was stunned when there weren’t any. It was like he didn’t even see it. Dave and C started teasing me again.

Now, my lovely readers, your Ms. Cupcake looked adorable, if I do say so myself. I had on a cute purple flowered strapless sundress with a purple sweater, black tights, and some flats. It was cute with just a little bit of sexy. It was totally appropriate for not knowing what scene I would be walking into. Dave, dashing, manwhore that he is, broke the cardinal rule of boy-girl interactions- he insulted my dress!

He called it a frock (which, for the record, he claims is not an insult). Men, my grandmother wears frocks. Frocks are shapeless and certainly not sexy or unbearably adorable. You do not sweet talk a woman by saying something along the lines of “Well, if you hadn’t worn that frock…”

I pouted. I retreated. My cheeks got red and I scooched towards my husband. I laughed it off but inside my head was going full force. I couldn’t tell what he meant by it and I was suddenly worried. I didn’t know him that well. I was not interested in being just another notch in his bedpost or story for his blog. This was my friend. If I was going to fuck him (which, I had kinda thought maybe I might), it was going to be as my friend, not as another whore who was just a one night stand.

So I decided not to fuck him. I wasn’t going through that again with a friend. It sucked too much the first time around. I was disappointed, but I pushed it out of my head and decided that I would just have a good time for the rest of the night. If I wasn’t going to fuck, I might as well get drunk, right?

So I had another drink. Dave got up to order and I shot C a look that said, “nope. Not going to do it.” He just raised an eyebrow at me and said “uh huh”. I went to the bathroom and got freshened up. I came back and drank a bit more. Dave and C kept encouraging me to drink, Dave more than C. Dave’s hand made its way back to my knee. I thought about moving it. I thought about shutting everything down. But all I could think about was finishing my too-strong drink like a big girl, so I took another sip and put my hand on his knee and thought fuck it.

Fuck it. There were going to be consequences no matter what, right? So I might as well get laid.

Dave put his arm around me and I leaned into him a little bit. He let his hand fall to my ass and started caressing it. I’m not sure if I ever told him (or you) but I am an ass woman. Play with my ass and I’m yours to do with as you please. Nothing turns me on more than having my ass rubbed and spanked. At this point my panties were drenched and my nipples were hard and all I wanted to do was fuck anything and everything in the vicinity.

Dave made fun of me again for some flirty reason and I whipped around towards him to flirt back or pout or do something else girly. He had been sitting next to me all night, but that meant that I really only saw him in profile. He turned towards me at the same time and suddenly we were locked eye to eye. He looked so intense. He looked hungry. His eyes were so dark yet had a sparkle and mine focused on his lips just long enough to get punched in the gut by lust.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked.

I said yes. Maybe I said more than yes. It didn’t matter, because our mouths were together and his lips were on mine and that long tongue was sweeping the inside of my mouth and turning me into a puddle of goo on the bench. He pulled me closer. I pulled him closer. I sucked his lip and put my hand on his cheek and I was completely consumed by this kiss. I decided right then and there that I was going to fuck him, if only to keep kissing him.

Suddenly, I remembered my husband was watching and I freaked out. I tried to pull back a little but Dave pushed forward and it was like drowning. Reason won out and I broke it off with a smile and a quick turn to my husband. I rubbed his knee. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking. I was cold and nervous and warm and turned on all at the same time. I leaned in and kissed C. It wasn’t the same kind of kiss. It was sweet and comforting and short. But he was smiling at me and I got the feeling that he was ok. I gulped down the rest of my too-strong drink and asked for another, hoping I’d get a moment with C.

Dave went to order another round and I asked C if he was okay with all of this. I moved next to him and put my head on his shoulder. I asked him what he was thinking and he told me to go for it. I asked if he was sure. If it was okay for me to invite him back to the hotel. C said yes. I double checked and triple checked that answer and Dave came back.

He sat as close to me as you could get without being in my lap and he put his arm around me again. This time, he let his hand go down to my ass and he started squeezing it aggressively. He pulled my skirt up and stuck his hand down my tights. His fingers found their way under my panties and he was grabbing and groping my ass with my skirt hitched up right in front of an open window and my husband. I was hot, my heart was racing, and I wanted to kiss him again. I drank my drink, gulped, and asked if Dave wanted to come back to our hotel after we finished this round. He said yes.

We took turns breaking the group up. I went to the restroom. Dave got up to get the check. C got up to settle it. I took the opportunities to make sure that C was clear on what I was expecting to happen at the hotel and that Dave knew that I wasn’t interested in him coming back if we weren’t safe and going to stay friends. Fears assuaged, we got a cab back to the hotel.

I would love to say that the cab ride was hot and full of groping and kissing. It wasn’t. I got in and slid to the middle. C got in next to me and I thought Dave would go around to the other side, but C indicated I should slide to the other side and we spent the next 15 minutes in awkward conversation. Maybe it wasn’t awkward to anyone else, but I was nervous and so it was awkward to me.

When we got to the hotel, Dave paid for the cab and we went up to our room. I took off my coat and found myself in Dave’s arms with his lips pressing down on me. Dave is tall. Taller than C. I had to look up to him to kiss him. It felt fantastic. We kissed deeper and Dave grabbed my breasts. C stood against the wall and watched. We took off my sweater. We kissed some more and Dave grabbed my ass and pulled me into him. I felt his hard cock press up against the bottom of my belly and I was so excited and so very nervous. Could I really go through with it? (I think we both know the answer to this one…)

My head was spinning from the lips and the liquor and I pulled back and excused myself to go to the bathroom to catch my breath.

When I came out, every light in the room was turned off.

To be continued…

2011-03-14T13:44:00.000-07:00

Elle wrote me yesterday.

"Hi we need ur big cock when available?"

I have not written her back due to her poor performance last time. Does this make me a bad slut?

Back to the scene of the crime

2011-02-24T12:29:00.000-08:00

Remember when I fucked that couple? Elle and Doc? The Italians?

Well they're back.

We had been exchanging email and had tried to set up a couple times to meet up in the past few weeks, but they either had things come up at the last minute, or completely forgot about it. Not encouraging, to say the least. But persistence pays off, and I finally was able to get them to commit to hanging out. That was encouraging, and when I went to confirm, I got an email from Elle saying that she really needed it. Even more encouraging.

What's interesting though, was that they wanted to do everything the same as how they did it last time. Meet at the same place, and at the same time. Perhaps the thought was to emulate the success of our first encounter. That line of thinking is understandable, but can become tiresome. Variety is the spice of life after all.

So I met them at the same place. Again, Elle was wearing a dress, and Doc was wearing jeans and a sweater. They also ordered the same drinks as they did the previous time as well... Her with wine, and he with whiskey. And what was even stranger was that the conversation was kind of stiff. They seemed a bit more interested in talking to each other than they were talking to me.

At first, my spidey sense tried to figure out if this was some kind of game that I was supposed to play along with. If so, I completely failed. It went like this: Doc came in on his cell phone, allegedly talking business with someone he either works with, or his boss. Elle sat across from me, and talked a bit. He joins us a few minutes later, complains about work taking up his time, and then proceeds to text someone at his office for the next half hour or so.

If it was my role to make fun of him, I didn't get the memo. In the bedroom, she was very much into degrading him, and I would follow her lead with how far to take it. But this was outside the bedroom, and she was acting shy and passive. This lead to some awkwardness, as I'd try to engage them in conversation, but he would be too distracted with his phone, and she wouldn't talk that much. Thus, we spent longer than seemed comfortable swirling our drinks around and smiling.

Eventually, I told Doc that he's too preoccupied with his phone to properly entertain his wife, and that I should sit next to her. He agreed, got up, and left. I sat down next to her, and we talk a bit more. Now, she's a bit more open. She asks if I had been with any couples lately. No I have not. I asked if they had found any other lucky guys to get with. They had not either.

Our conversation seemed like it was just starting out, despite the fact that we had been together for about an hour. Why she didn't want to talk about this stuff when Doc was around, I didn't know. I figured there was a reason, and it might not be a reason that I wanted to hear, so I didn't ask.

Doc returns a few minutes later, and starts hinting at the fact that Elle was "in need." In need of what, I ask. She doesn't answer. He tries to coax her into talking, but she's not having it. This perplexes me. We've all hung out, talked and fucked before. They've fucked other guys, and talked to them too I assume. If there was something else going on, I didn't understand. This is one of the problems with being the third in a threesome, especially when the other two are married. Everything that happens has subtext that you aren't privy to. And when you devour information like I do, this fact can be unnerving.

Despite this, Elle tells me she needs to go take care of something, and walks off. I take the opportunity to talk with Doc. Like before, he doesn't have much to say. This doesn't really bother me, but again, makes the sitting around waiting for Elle awkward. Doc gets the check and leaves a ten dollar tip on three drinks. Finally, she returns with a room key, and we all head out.

The walk to the room was uneventful and quiet. When we key into the room, it's exactly like before. I suppose I should have expected this, but the room had an identical layout as the one last time. Why this didn't occur to me before, especially since the rest of the evening was pretty similar is beyond me, but it tripped me out a bit. And then when Elle gets in front of me and starts grinding her ass into me exactly like she did last time, I couldn't help but feel like I was in some porn parody of the Twilight Zone.

I don't know what her sex with Doc is like when I'm not there. Frankly, I don't want to know. But if she does the exact same thing every time, it's no wonder they look for guys to smack him around for a change of pace.

One good thing that was different though, Elle was a lot more aggressive going for my cock. There was still a lot of her grinding against me, but coupled with her hand rubbing me, it felt pretty good. Doc spent the time either texting or taking pictures of her. With a flash. The TV that he turned on was also different, this time a documentary about punk rock, which provided a decent soundtrack.

Another part that was different was that Elle didn't seem to be into kissing me at all. Unfortunate. While she was massaging my cock, I also went for her fine breasts. And she liked it when I pushed my hands into them, but flinched whenever I paid any attention to her nipples. Unfortunate again. The nipples are one of my favorite part of the breast.

It was at about this time when I decided that they weren't really into me. She liked my cock. Sort of. And he liked having this fetish of his fulfilled. But that's about it. So I figured instead of trying to talk to these people, I'll use them for what I want to use them for... sex with really attractive women. Keeping with that theme, I took the rest of Elle's clothes off, and then mine.

When we were down to our skivvies, Elle first got on her hands and knees on the bed and pushed her ass out at me. I grinded my cock against her ass, and she liked it. Doc took more pictures. And I guess maybe she finally noticed the flash, as she wanted Doc on the bed with us right after that. He didn't want to, but she insisted and he did. Then Elle wanted him to suck my cock. Having endured this before, and knowing what poor skills he has, I was against this. Doc was also against this, saying he just wanted to watch. But she insisted, and hot women often get their way, so she pushed him on his back.

Elle wanted Doc to suck my cock. He did. Poorly. Lots of teeth, and he wasn't into it. Then she did for a bit, which was nicer. Then she took my cock out of her mouth and gave it to Doc. I was tired of his poor excuse for a blow job and smacked him in the face with my cock a few times. He closed his eyes, and I couldn't tell if he liked it or not. He then sucked more, and I focused on Elle to stay hard. Then Elle sucked me again for a moment, and gave me a gigantic, sloppy, cock-tasting kiss when she was finished. A pretty far cry not wanting to kiss me in the first place.

After the kiss, Elle wanted me to face fuck Doc. He didn't want this. I didn't want this. So of course it happened. Still on his back, I position his head to hang over the bed and put my cock in his mouth. More teeth, more resistance. What a waste. I push a bit harder, causing him to gag a little, and his eyes to water.

I pull out and he gurgles, "Too big, too big."

"No. You can do it," Elle retorted. And I put my cock back into his mouth. More teeth. I pull out.

"I can't. Too big."

This routine tires pretty quickly, and I get Elle off of him and back on to the bed. Doc retreats to a chair beside the bed, and I get a condom. Elle remains on the bed, on her hands and knees. I put the condom on and decide that due the fact she was so hot to push her ass into me while clothed, I should take her doggy style, and scratch that itch.

What came next should have been expected, but took me for a bit of a surprise. Despite how into it she seemed, as soon as my cock slides in a few inches, Elle's posture completely changes. Where before she had her shoulders down, ass up, and looked like she desperately wanted a good fucking, it was now the opposite. Her feet and legs attempted to keep me at bay. Her ass was down, and she pushed up with her hands, all in an attempt to keep more of my cock out of her.

More memories rushed back. She sort of did this before, the whole not wanting me to fuck her deeply. And while it annoyed me then, I got over it. This time, it pissed me off, so I kept trying to fuck her deeper. She kept crawling forward. We get to the front of the bed, and she tries to twist out of position.

In some cases, I'd have interpreted this as a game. Believe me, I have no qualms at asserting my dominance in bed. However coupled with the not wanting to kiss, and not wanting her nipples touched, I didn't take it that way. So I kept having to remind myself that I was using her. For her body. For the five or six inches of her pussy that she would let me fuck.

The rest of our time in bed together lasted about fifteen minutes. She came twice. I came once. Doc smacked her ass a few times, and shot some more pictures. After cumming, I took Elle off me, and went to clean off. Splashed some water on my face. Washed my cock. Elle ran her nails up and down my arms, and I splashed some water there too.

When I came out of the bathroom, I found her half on the bed, half on his lap. They apologized for needing to go, due to Doc's business whatever. It was fine for me, but basically because I didn't really want to be there. We all got dressed, and I left while Elle and Doc remained in the room.

It's funny how something can go from so good, to so mediocre. Did I build up our first time together in my mind? Probably. Did I expect the same kind of experience? Maybe a little bit, but mostly I just wanted to have fun. It brought up one of my requirements in a lover, and that's creativity both inside and outside the bedroom. It's really important, and I don't think I can function without it.

The return of Ask Dave

2011-02-07T07:33:00.000-08:00

Back in "the day" I used to have a regular feature called Ask Dave. People asked me stuff, and I answered. Then people stopped asking me stuff, so the column went away. But lately I've been asked a few questions via email, and figured it'd be entertaining to answer them here. So Ask Dave returns. Let's see how long it lasts...

I actually really love your blog. It's a favorite of mine. I've been reading it for quite a while now and am very happy you've begun posting again. I just had a question about technique. I tried going through the archives but I was thinking that you had written about what differentiates a novice from a master at giving a blow job. You mention even in your latest post about enthusasium but lacking in technique... how does one learn to give a better blow job in your opinion? It's something I've always wanted to perfect. Thanks!

Thanks for the question. I wrote a story that got picked up by Fleshbot awhile ago called "One of the greats" which is one take about how to give a really good blow job. It also reminds me that I should tell more stories about Joan, because she was awesome. But yeah, listen to what Joan said. She's smart. If you're more of a visual learner, I highly recommend watching Belladonna perform. And two more tips that I can give that I've read when other people have asked this question is to familiarize yourself with the anatomy of the penis. There are many different parts, and understanding them will help you better understand how to make them happy. And another one I heard was that the best thing that a mouth can do is feel like a vagina, because part of vaginal design is to make penises feel good. Food for thought.

Maybe you can explain this to my drunken self.

Why do men (granted we're not speaking about all men here, just some men who I seem to often find myself acquainted with) who know you from class/work/frequent social situations dance with women (okay, really just me) in a repetitive fashion and send off grind-happy signals that they want to sleep with you that night?

Normally, I'm totally down for such psuedo-adventures. But of the people who I've slept with from class who I then have to see, most of them act way too awkward for it to be remotely worth it. Especially given the alcohol lubricated situation wherein the chances of erectile disappointment are increased. Now I'm so jaded by the whole hooking up with people I'm forced to interact with every week because my biggest pet peeve is awkwardness after sex. Can't deal with it.

Sorry, I just had to rant and for some reason felt like doing so to you via email.

Quick continuation...gaaaah I can't stand when they insist on not really swing dancing but attempting to with various spin turns IN A CLUB. It just doesn't work. They think they're being classy, but they just aren't. It's annoying to the people around us who have to get elbowed in the back and annoying to me who would rather break it down in an individual fashion. He couldn't keep up with me. At all. And it's cute when they try, but he just couldn't. Which ends up being a big turn off. He yelled into my ear, "Sorry I'm not as good of a dancer as you!" Nope, self-deprecation does not equate confidence. I guess my standards are too high in a club atmosphere since I'm used to be constantly eyed and pointed at and gawked at, but I'm also used to constantly turning guys down who cramp my ability to move. And just want to grind on my ass. Save that for last call buddy. Usually I have the opportunity of more choice than that, but when the guy you know latches onto you once you walk in, it's so hard to effectively shake him while also being polite since I can't be a bitch because I know him and generally find him to be a nice person.

I hope you get a kick out of this, I'm sure I will too when I read it in the morning. Ah well. So it goes. I love being foolish.

And of course he was quite hot. Ugh. Probably the right choice though. We have waaaaay too many mutual friends.

Journeys of female psyche.

I was on the fence about bringing Ask Dave back from the dead when I received the first question, but was absolutely positive I wanted to when I got this past one. Not necessarily because I thought I could be of much use here, more that I thought it'd be really entertaining.

So let's dive in, shall we?

As best as I can understand, the base question is "Why do guys grind against you while dancing as a signal that they want to sleep with you?" My guess here, and I don't know these guys so I'm not exactly sure, is probably that they are too scared to ask you. Putting it all out there, when rejection is a very real outcome is tough. However, grinding their cock against your ass while dancing is a sort of socially acceptable way of doing the same thing, but non-verbally. If you were into the guy, you'd probably grind back at him, thus signaling that there could be some grinding sans-pants if things go right. And if you're not into him, you can just go away, which is a lot easier for many guys to deal with.

If you want to talk about dancing styles in clubs however, I am unfortunately the wrong guy to talk to. My personal style is somewhere between the guy in the red pants (appropriately named Spaz Attack) in Devo's Satisfaction video, and how Flans and Linnell dance during the chorus of They Might Be Giants' Ana Ng video. In my own defense however, I dance because music makes me feel a certain way and I wan to express it through dance. If I were to meet a girl because she feels the same way about the music as I do, that's great. Or if she likes the fact that I am free and unbridled in my movement, even better. But I suspect you would not be amused nor enticed.

And my last bit of advice for now is this... Life is short. Fuck the hot guy.

One in the bush is better than two in the hand Part 1

2011-01-26T11:47:00.000-08:00

In order to understand the story of Samantha, you first need to understand the story of Julia. She was previously mentioned in an old post that was part of a three part series, which is hopefully worth your time to check out.

The story of Julia is probably not worth its own post, because it wasn't entirely memorable. Plus, there was a lot of dialog that made up the evening which has been lost to time. But, I will make it part of this larger story, because it is important.

A long time ago, Julia gave me a ride to a hotel where a bunch of friends were hanging out and generally causing ruckus. Between everybody, we probably got a dozen rooms, and a few suites. The suites were kind of designated hang out areas, and they each had a hot tub. Being a precocious young man, I spent most of the time clad in nothing but a pair of boxer briefs, strutting between the jacuzzis in the two suites. But, I'm getting ahead of myself.

The ride to the hotel was long and arduous. Luckily, Julia had a car, and I did not. This made the trip much easier. I'd never actually met her before, she was a friend of a friend. But she had a car and was going where I was going. Our mutual friend vouched for me, and we were off.

It was only supposed to take an hour and a half to arrive, but due to various road blocks and transportation-related problems, it took three. It wasn't overly painful however, due to the whole getting to know you conversation we had. After tiptoeing around the subject a bit, we both realized that we had kinky pasts. A good thing to know when you have a hotel room, and your friends have booze.

Julia's best features were here eyes and her tits. Both were well above average in size. And I'll admit to being a sucker for a good pair of either. Prior to arriving in the hotel, we made a rest stop at some crappy fast food place. She got something to eat and a drink, I just got a soda. But while we were at the dispenser, we locked eyes. Granted, she totally has bedroom eyes, but at that moment they said "I want to fuck you," so I figured I just needed to play my cards right.

But back to what we were talking about before. I was in nothing but a pair of boxer briefs, and in Jacuzzi Room A. The vibe in the room was pretty frantic, and since I was a little bit stir-crazy from being in a car. In the room was Jenna, a few people I remember that won't get named, and some people I don't remember. I do remember being in the jacuzzi with one random girl who I thought liked me. And I know that Jenna played it cool on the outside, not actually getting in. But I also knew that while I liked the energy of the room, and Jenna was clearly hot, my prize was waiting in Jacuzzi Room B.

Conversely, the vibe in Jacuzzi Room B was way more mellow. I blame the drugs. Don't do downers kids. Julia was there, in a black bikini, just chilling in the jacuzzi, alone. Why nobody else was in there remains a mystery to me, but I wasn't objecting. After listening to frantic techno music with all the lights on in Room A, the murmur and haze of Room B was fine for a change of pace.

Again, the details have been lost to time about what we talked about. The story probably would be a lot more interesting if I knew. But since I don't and want to make myself look good, let's assume we were debating how much influence Dostoyevsky's childhood had an influence on his later work. Yeah that sounds good. Never mind the fact that we were in no way whatsoever arguing about who would win in a fight, a stegosaurus or a triceratops. By the way, the answer to that is triceratops. Even if you affix a laser stegosaurus's tail, it totally wouldn't matter, because he wouldn't even know how to operate it. And nobody could make a dinosaur-friendly laser cannon. It's just impossible. So there.

Having proven my point, I went back to Jacuzzi Room A. For whatever reason, everybody in the room seemed sexually repressed. Maybe it exploded into a huge orgy after I left, but most of the time it seemed like everybody wanted to take that next step, but hadn't yet. The fact that they only had wine coolers and Rumple Minze couldn't have helped either.

And thus it was back to Room B again, this time to swoop in for the kill. While I'm positive that I was being watched by other people hanging out in the room, for the most part they left us alone. Some joker with unclear intentions joined us at one point, but once Julia and I resumed our underwater footsy, he either got the picture, or didn't feel like competing with me. But either way, he left, and we kept at it. The room, plus the water, plus our gazing into each other's eyes while babbling eventually hit its boiling point. I stood up.

"Cmon."

Julia stands and looks at me. With those big, blue eyes.

"Cmon."

I step out of the tub, out the door and make a right for my room. She follows. I open the door to my room. She follows. I shut the door, push her up against the wall of of my room, and furiously start making out with her. Immediately, two things become clear. The first is that Julia really wants me, and would probably do about anything I wanted. The second is that this hotel's walls are made of low-grade paper mache, and I hope anybody whose room is adjacent to mine is either a sound sleeper or gets off on listening to people fuck.

One of the benefits of flirting with girls in their bikinis is that there is little clothing to remove before they are naked. While I'm biting her neck, I take down the straps of her one-piece. How easy. My index and middle finger go straight for her pussy, and easily slide in. How easy.

Judging by the fact that I knew she wanted me, and earlier in the night she talked up her wonderful blow job skills, I took advantage of the situation.

"Get on your knees."

The floor was hard tile. Julia was still damp from the jacuzzi and wet from me. And she was on her knees, with both hands wrapped around my cock, furiously pumping my shaft up and down and sucking. The enthusiasm was there, but the technique wasn't. While I greatly appreciate a woman in heat that clearly likes fellatio, I'm notoriously difficult to get off orally. My cock requires at least moderate to advanced levels of technique, enthusiasm and rhythm. Without all of those, it may feel great, but it won't get me off. So I let her continue for a little while, before pulling her up to my face and giving her a sloppy kiss. I like the taste of my precum when jammed into my mouth by somebody else's tongue.

And while it's true that Julia's most ample features were her eyes and tits, the rest of her was fairly ample too. She wasn't going to be the most athletic lay I'd ever had, but that doesn't mean it wouldn't be fun.

Our kiss breaks, and I lay on the bed, on my back. With a crooked finger, I beckon her over. She silently obeys. Like a good girl.

"Get on."

She does, staring into my eyes the entire time. I must admit, I do like good eye contact. Her cunt is slick, and on fire. My hand instinctively moves to one of her massive tits and starts squeezing. She grinds down on me, and I can feel the cum leak out of her. That feeling gets me so hot. The fact that I can completely fill her pussy and make her feel so good, so quickly.

I put one of my hands on her ass, and pivot her body down so that she's closer to me. And so that she can grind her clit on me while she does it. Despite saying nothing, I know that she likes it and I am rewarded with more cum. This pleases me. So much that I put one of her nipples in my mouth and bite it. Yum. Big tits in my face and a girl cumming on me. Life is grand.

But I was getting impatient. While I do like getting her off, I wanted to slam into her. Hard. So after a long kiss, biting her lower lip a little bit too hard for emphasis, I push her off me. She lands on the bed, and spreads her legs wide for me.

"No. Not like that."

I roughly turn her over. She gets the picture and gets on her hands and knees. I push her face down into the pillow, and put my hand on her back, so it arches. My left hand moves to her hip. With one strong thrust, I shove my cock in until it hits her cervix.

"Like that."

My right hand moves to her right hip and with all the force I can muster, start plowing into her. I knew she liked it rough. I knew she wanted it hard. The fact that she kept her back arched as I unloaded an evening's worth of sexual tension into her pussy confirmed this. Sometimes I go easy at first to prevent any accidents, but not this time. Julia was getting fucked and liking it.

Unfortunately, it didn't last as long as I would have liked. I pull out maybe five minutes later and cum all over her back and hair. She feels it, reaches back, and then puts her fingers in her mouth. Fucking hot. She does this again, and I ask if she wants to lick it off my cock. She immediately turns over. I crawl over, put one hand on the back of her head.

"Suck it."

She does. Bobbing with the same enthusiasm as before. It's a beautiful sight.

She finishes and we both clean off. By this point it was about 4 AM, and we need sleep.

Stupidly, we didn't draw the shades, and get up way too early. Well, maybe way too early for most, but I woke up with a hard on, and ask if she wants to fuck again. Same as before, she looks at me, and gets on top of my cock and starts fucking me.

This time it's a lot slower. But nice in its own way. We keep at it for about an hour, before I tell her this time I want to cum inside her. And I do. A few weeks later I asked how many times she got off, and she said she lost track. While this could be code for none, I suspected she was telling the truth.

Right about now seems like a good stopping point. Stay tuned for part 2. And possibly 3.

Tumblr

2011-01-25T08:46:00.000-08:00

I've been cheating. Cheating on Blogger. I just started up Glimpses of Dave over on Tumblr to see how it goes. So far, so good, though it's interesting to see the differences. The current plan is to post stories both places, but Tumblr seems to be better with the interaction. So there will probably be more of that there.

Feel free to follow me there, or read me here. Or both. It's a modern day experiment.

All the luck

2011-01-20T10:14:00.000-08:00

Your narrator is a decent looking guy. Not the most attractive out there, but certainly not the worst. I'm a type. Tall, broad, somewhat muscular. If you're the type of person that goes for this kind of guy, I probably have a shot with you. But believe me when I tell you, I've met plenty of women who aren't into guys like me.

And it sucks. Being the kind of guy that really enjoys sex, I wish I had the kind of universal, "every guy" appeal that some guys do. I'm thinking like Jason Segel. Or that I were so devastatingly handsome, that every girl that laid eyes on me would want me. I'm thinking David Duchovny's character in Californication.

Obviously, there will be those of you who disagree with these actors. And that's fine. But the point remains that I am not either of them. I am a specific type. However, either I underestimated how cool it is to find somebody who is into your type, or I was having a good night. Either way, I am pleased. Let me explain.

I fucked an Italian underwear model. While humiliating and degrading her husband.

Elle is way out of my league. Way. The kind of woman who makes everybody turn their head. Olive complexion. Flawless smile. Great legs. Gorgeous curves. And utterly fantastic, totally natural breasts. I don't know if there's a term for breasts like hers, so I'll provide a picture and explanation... Forgive me if I'm butchering terms, but see how her breasts sort of have a wider base? Elle's were like that. But bigger. 32D.

She is a trophy wife, and the husband is Doc. The details about his life are a little fuzzy due to whiskey, but I remember important parts. He is rich. Some kind of international businessman. Italian as well, but from the northern part of the country, and thus is a lot fairer skinned. Speaks at least three languages. Does a lot of business in the Middle East. And most importantly (for me) has a small cock that has difficulty getting hard. It's the last one that was my in.

Every cuckold scene is different, but this one had many common traits. Elle was not being satisfied by her husband. She wanted a younger guy with a big cock to take care of her needs. They both wanted me to assert my dominance over him. Verbal humiliation. Slapping him with my cock. Making him clean up after us. And whatever else I could think of...

That all came up later though. First was all the getting to know you stuff. Important, but a bit stilted in this case. Elle wasn't particularly vocal. Doc talked a lot and sort of off-handedly talked about jetting off to various countries, international politics, how wonderful Italy is, and a bunch of other stuff that he threw out to try to make himself sound like a very important guy.

Whatever.

He can inflate his ego all he wants, but the fact of the matter is, he can't inflate his cock to please his wife. I told him so too while I was standing behind Elle, caressing her body, running my lips over her neck, as we stand at the foot of the bed in their $700 a night hotel room. Doc half-watched and tried to find some thing for us to listen to. God only knows why, but he settled on Jay Leno. Seriously, what the fuck was he thinking? My wife is getting fondled and aroused by a strapping young man. Perhaps I will set the tone with canned one-liners and commercials. Of course I made fun of his selection.

I don't claim to understand exactly why a guy likes being made to feel inferior. Or why a woman would enjoy watching and hearing this either. I'm not sure if I care to understand. What I do understand is how to do it. And I'm halfway decent at it. I made Doc get naked in front of us, and made fun of his small, flaccid cock. I asked Elle how she could possibly stand to be around such a pathetic excuse for a man. She moaned and ran her hand along the bulge in my pants.

She was getting hot. I was getting hot. Time for her dress to come off. It was black, made by some Italian designer that I've probably never heard of, and probably cost several months of my rent. There wasn't much time to examine it, as she looked ridiculously stunning. A black bra, thigh high stockings, panties. It was as if someone poured them on her. It was difficult to believe that I was able to get her so hot, and I didn't want to do anything to fuck it up, so I went with it. This time I started saying how it was a shame that such a beautiful woman had to go unsatisfied for so long because of how pathetic you are. They both loved it.

Elle and I begin lightly making out on the bed, me in my $8 boxer briefs, and her in what were probably free for her but hundreds of dollars for somebody else, lingerie set. Her interest in my cock remained constantly, and it wasn't too long before she unleashed it. They both stopped and stared for a moment before Elle began flicking her tongue back and forth across it. Doc kept staring. The sight of his wife being enamored with a superior specimen and me telling him about it had him bouncing his limp cock around.

To be honest, Elle's blowjob wasn't the best in the world, but it was nice. Her mouth was smooth, wet and moved quickly. Doc produced a camera and took pictures of me being sucked, which was hot. During this, I removed her bra, exposing her glorious breasts. Doc came closer, tried to touch her, and I slapped his hand away, saying that if he couldn't even get hard, he shouldn't get to touch. Elle moaned again.

After a few minutes of this, I took her off my cock and removed her panties and stockings. Unsurprisingly, her pussy was gorgeous, and she had a full bush, which was glistening with her cum. I grab a condom, get on top of her, and start slowly.

Unfortunately, she is the type who only wanted about 6 or 7 inches inside her, and would squirm away when I tried to go deeper. Normally, this would be disappointing, but I figured I was already winning, just by being there, and let it slide. We fucked like this for a little bit, while Doc sat in a chair and just watched.

Elle decided she wanted to be on top of me after a little bit, and mounted me. I instinctively put one hand on her ass and the other across her breasts as we started to develop a rhythm. She then took my hand off her ass and put it on her other breast and told me to squeeze. So I did, of course. And she loved it. Thrashed around on top of me, and pushed my hands into her exquisite breasts. Apologies for repeating this, but it still seemed a bit surreal that this woman who could have her pick of any guy wanted me to go crazy over her breasts, but I was far from complaining.

One thing that I've noticed about these kinds of trysts, is that the woman often determines how long it will last. And I'm happy to give a five minute fucking, or ramp it up. And Elle, well, she loved being impaled on me while I played with her tits. Adored it. To the point that she stayed in that position, moaning and cumming all the while, until Leno was over. After about a half hour of this, I marveled at her stamina. They had said that she hadn't been with a worthy guy in about two months. They had tried about a month ago, but the supposedly alpha male ended up being a lot more of a beta male, and couldn't get it up. Sad. But it meant Elle had a whole lot of fucking in her that needed releasing. And my cock was the lucky recipient.

Eventually, she gets tired, and I fuck her from behind for about a minute, before she's crawling away from me, still unable to handle the full brunt of my slamming into her. So she takes my condom of and starts sucking my cock again. This time Doc gets a very close view. Elle would start by flicking her tongue and sucking me up and down for about a minute. Then Doc would try, and I would degrade him for using his teeth or being rough. Then Elle would smack him in the face and tell him to watch her, and suck me again. And while I probably would have made fun of dock for being awful with the fellatio, even if he had a bottomless throat and no gag reflex (if I had a dollar for every time I've heard that...) he really did a poor job.

Elle, however, did just fine, and kept sucking me. And I enjoyed it greatly. Eventually though, I got sick of Doc's fumbling around and made him get off, saying he didn't deserve my big, beautiful cock. Elle kept sucking with both of us watching her.

Finally, I get closer to cumming, get up, and stand on the bed over Doc. I have him sit up, furiously jerk my cock, and then launch all over his face. Giving facials isn't something I consider to be a speciality of mine, but I hit him in the face a few times, along with his chest and shoulder. Pretty good, considering.

I started winding down and commanded him to eat up all my cum, which he did, slowly. Elle watched with rapt attention, and I scooted down to where she was on the bed, and whispered in her ear about how much I loved watching her suck my cock, and that if nothing else, her husband was at least adequate at cleaning all the cum off his face. She kissed me.

After a few minutes of zoning out, we hit the shower, one by one, and dressed. I'm sure they had a post-game discussion while I was in there, and after emerging from the shower, both said that they had a fantastic time with me. I told them I did as well, and would love to see them again.

We said our good byes, and I was out of there, letting them sort out the hotel. Walking out, I felt like the cat who ate the canary. But not just one, maybe like an entire colony of them. Good things can happen if you put your best foot forward. And if it all goes right, I'll fuck Elle even better the next time, and become her guy that she calls to service her whenever Doc is out of town.

Wish me luck.

elust #22

2011-01-18T07:27:00.001-08:00

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2011-01-14T17:40:00.000-08:00

Hysteria

2011-01-10T09:42:00.000-08:00

I like fucking Jean. It had been a few weeks since I had done so, and thus made plans to get together. The term "absence makes the heart grow fonder" is clichéd, but sometimes correct. Other times, "out of sight, out of mind" is more appropriate. But here it's the former. I'd been looking forward to fucking her since our last time together.

Shockingly, I showed up to her place early, and hung out for a little while. Not too long, but enough so that my anticipation had a chance to grow a bit more. Jean arrives, and we kiss. Long enough to know that we both wanted each other, but not to the point where people would stop and stare.

Jean works in the arts and doesn't make a lot of money. Her furniture is from a second hand store or IKEA. The living room has a small couch, a chair, and what looks like an end table with two fold up chairs on either side, masquerading as a dining room table. But despite her humble living situation she has expensive taste in booze and pours us each a glass of Woodford Reserve. Yum.

We slowly drink, loosen up after a day of work and talk. Conversation always flows easily, which is nice. Nothing feels forced. It really is a friends with benefits situation. We are friends. It makes me happy to say that. She would be my friend even if we didn't fuck. But when we discovered we were hot for each other, it simply added another layer to our already enjoyable relationship.

It's also the kind of relationship where we can just... tangent, for long periods of time. She'll start talking about where she went the night before, which will remind me of a time where we went there and made friends with the bartender, which will remind her of the book she was reading at the time, which reminds me of pirates. Which in turn, reminds her to look up some nautical information on Wikipedia. Which in turn makes me nibble on her ear lobe because as much as I enjoy talking with her, it's been weeks since we fucked. Time to remedy that. The pirates will be there later.

Maybe it's because I hadn't seen her since Christmas, but I was in a very giving mood. I wanted to give her the gift of orgasms. She didn't know this of course. Well, let me rephrase... She knew that making out with me would lead to her getting off. I'd imagine it's one of the top reasons she wanted to do such things. But she didn't know to what extent.

Her shirt found its way the floor. So did mine, as well as my pants. And wouldn't you know it, her pants and panties as well. Funny how that happens. Her bra didn't interestingly enough. Jean's legs distract me too much sometimes. They're so long. My tongue gets tired running up and down her thighs. It a good tired, but tired none the less.

She had shaved the night before. I'm not sure if I've ever mentioned it in matter of fact terms, but I do like going down on a freshly shaved pussy. Nice and smooth. Delicious. It made the fact that I was in a giving mood even better.

Jean was wet. Between our making out, and licking my way up and down her legs, all over her body, and back to her legs again had left her wanting. I dove straight for her clit and employed a circular technique. Small circles with my tongue. Circles with my neck. I constantly varied the angle that my tongue touched her. Combined with the circles, Jean starts laughing. It's a very happy, kind of all over the place laugh. Her body shakes as her first orgasm rips through her body, and I'm rewarded with a face full of cum. I couldn't be happier.

Sometimes I'm content making her cum once via my mouth, but not today. I wanted more. So I kept going. This time with a bit more direct sucking on her clit. More laughing. More orgasm. Splash. And still I continue. I am greatly enjoying our little cycle we've created, and Jean (laugh, splash) clearly is too.

However, it gets to the point where I very much want to fuck her. Her orgasms are coming at a regular clip, her pussy and the bed are sopping wet, and my cock is so hard that a cat couldn't scratch it. And while I enjoy having my face between her legs, getting them wrapped around me, as she lay on her back, waiting to get pounded is very nice as well.

God damn it she feels good. Hot, wet and tight. Three of my favorite feelings. And what's better, now when I make her cum, it splashes both of our faces, due to the ferocity of our fucking. As expected, this gets me really hot, so I slow down a bit, as I want to prolong this blissful, pre-orgasmic state. But then another idea occurs to me.

"Put your legs flat on the bed."

"Okay."

I position my body on top of hers and glide my cock back into her.

"Close your legs."

And I start to fuck her again.

"Ohhh. I can feel it on my clit. It's so good!"

Laughter from Jean. More laundry to do as well.

Her orgasm subsides, and I pick up the tempo again. About a minute later, I squeeze another filthy delicious orgasm out of her. Mine is about ready as well.

"I want to cum in you."

"Oh do it, cum for me. I want it."

That was all it took. Bang zoom. I explode, and she loves every last bit of it. And as an added bonus, after I cum, my body informs me that this whole fucking this is pretty fun, and it wants to continue. So I do, which she of course loves, because it means she'll be laughing more.

I'm a funny guy. My cock tells the best jokes.

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2010-12-28T15:05:00.001-08:00

Warm thoughts on a cold day.

Twisting and turning

2010-12-23T22:45:00.000-08:00

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.

Pleasurists #109

2010-12-23T07:03:00.001-08:00

I'm excited to be linked in the latest Pleasurists. From what I can tell, there aren't many reviews out there done by guys. So if you, sex toy company, are interested in getting authentic reviews from a quality source, please drop me a line at: glimpsesofdave at gmail dot com.

Musician by Samron

Welcome to Pleasurists, a round-up of the adult product and sex toy reviews that came out in the last seven days. For updates and information follow our RSS Feed and Twitter.

Did you miss Pleasurists #108? Read it all here. Do you have a review for Pleasurists #110? Be sure to read the submission guidelines and then use the submission form and submit it before Sunday December 26th at 11:59pm Pacific.

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Editor
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On to the reviews…

Vibrators

10 Function Remote Control Bullet by buzzvibe
LELO Soraya by Pretty Power Tools
LELO Isla by Dangerous Lilly
Santa Duckie by Jessie Beth
Miuzu Buzzlet by Kate
Miuzu Buzzlet by Venus.toy.trap
Flutter Bug by Red Vinyl Kitty
Couture Collection Bliss by Mistress Kay
JimmyJane Form 3 by Dr. Ruthie
Dr. Berman Calypso by Lucid Obsession
Better Than Chocolate by Nicky
LELO Mona by Dangerous Lilly
Baby Bug by Bzzingbee

Dildos

Tantus Rascal by True Pleasures
Two by Dr. Ruthie

Anal Toys

Toys for Cocks

Lube, Massage Oil, Bath Stuff, & etc.

BDSM/Fetish

Adult Books/Games

Pure Erotic Massage by Lucid Obsession

Adult DVDs & Porn

Sex Furniture

Lingerie

Miscellaneous

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2010-12-21T12:03:00.000-08:00

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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2010-12-20T10:15:00.001-08:00

All the small things

2010-12-17T07:54:00.000-08:00

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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2010-12-13T14:47:00.000-08:00

“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=-

from Cupcakes & Cum

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2010-12-10T08:00:00.000-08:00

As always, click the picture for higher resolution.

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2010-12-09T08:08:00.001-08:00

Recall

2010-12-08T09:49:00.000-08:00

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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2010-12-06T12:33:00.001-08:00

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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2010-12-05T14:24:00.001-08:00

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2010-12-03T09:14:00.001-08:00

Toy Time 1

2010-11-30T14:15:00.000-08:00

So there is a blog community that is all about bloggers reviewing sex toys. Companies send bloggers toys, the bloggers play with the toys, and then report back to the masses about them. I think that's the way the game works at least. It's at least how it worked with me.

The last roundup had something like sixty reviews. At quick glance, only one of them was done by a male. I don't have any data to back this up, but I'm willing to bet that more than 1.67% of the sex toy purchasing audience is male. Or uses sex toys with males.

So if you are one of these companies that makes or distributes sex toys and want a male perspective, ask me. I might say yes.

So here's the adult toy that I played with. It's called (drum roll please) Screaming O Two-O Dual Vibrating Cock Ring. First of all, I don't know if I like the name. Let's say you're talking to a friend about this great toy you just used with your partner, and go on about how awesome it is. They reply, O RLY, what's it called? I can't see most people remembering the entire "Screaming O Two-O Dual Vibrating Cock Ring" phrase.

Jean and I played with this toy together. We liked parts of it, and didn't like others. Let's talk about them.

The buzzing is pretty strong. This is probably one of the most important features. She sucked my cock with the ring on, while it was buzzing, and her whole mouth vibrated. That was pretty cool. It buzzed her well while we were fucking, which was obviously one of the points too. I could feel it, and enjoyed it greatly. She came a few times, the first of which was vocal. As the product seems to promise, but if you read the fine print, doesn't *actually* promise. Either way, she came. It was sloppy wet and awesome. And loud too, for what it's worth. So in that case, the screaming part was genuine, but her roommate being out of town probably had something to do with that as well. Besides, calling it the Muffled by a Pillow, but Still Screaming O Two-O Dual Vibrating Cock Ring probably wouldn't fit on the packaging.

So that part was good. It was stretchy, which was nice as well. Though the vibrators may have detracted from the other traditional best part of a cock ring, aka making the cock bigger. With a cock ring that is more designed for that purpose, I usually swell to about seven and a half inches around. With this one, I was only about seven and a quarter. Some people might think that the extra quarter inch doesn't really mean much. But then, those people probably aren't the kind of size queens I attract.

The ring also stayed on the entire time we fucked. This is probably an accomplishment, since the fucking was somewhat rough. Jean likes to be smacked around a little bit, and to be choked. All of which I was happy to comply with. No ceasing of buzzing. The only thing that I didn't like in that area was the little switches on the side of the bullet vibes. They work in the style of a lever, instead of a push button, like I've seen before. The first time playing was fine, but less moving parts usually leads to a longer lasting toy.

As far as the ridges and bumps, they seemed cool and all, but I couldn't tell. Jean was similarly much more interesting in feeling the vibration, rather than the ridges. Maybe if you're more sensitive, you could get more from them. Maybe not.

It was fun though, and I would play with it again. Check one out if you're looking for a fairly inexpensive cock ring.

Practice makes perfect

2010-11-22T11:12:00.000-08:00

I've told myself that I'm going to start posting more, even if it means taking ideas that don't have much direction or are incomplete. Last week I was going to post something about how much I like breasts, but stopped myself, as it really boiled down to just that. But this post has (slightly) more behind it.

This girl Jean that I've started fucking is sort of into me. I'm sort of into her too, which makes for a great combination of whenever we're in the same place, we both sort of want to fuck. We see each other socially, which is different for me. Most of the time I keep both parts of what I do separate. But when Jean came on to me, I wasn't about to say no.

It's awkward to "preach" in the bedroom, but I have to a certain extent. On one hand it seems a little presumptuous in thinking that I know more than somebody else. But on the other, I am a big slut, and I probably know more than most. About sexy time things. Other things, total crapshoot.

Jean likes (or at least claims to like) sucking my cock. She does a pretty good job, but has never gotten me off from it. I am notoriously difficult to get off orally, to the point where I'm generally very happy to receive a blow job, but I don't expect much from it. My guess is because most people don't practice.

Good oral practice will increase your stamina and technique. It's not necessarily easy to find, however. In the past, I have practiced on dildos (for guys) and fruit (for girls). I read somewhere that if you practice jabbing a piece of fruit with your tongue, it works the muscles, and makes them stronger. This may be total hogwash, but it sounded good, and at least increased my self-confidence.

Will Joan take the next step and practice herself? I really hope so, but I'm not crossing my fingers. Will I still fuck her despite her not? Yes I will.

The long wait

2010-11-18T12:47:00.000-08:00

In a few weeks, I'm going to be fucking this girl who I've been talking to for almost a decade. That's a hell of a lot of foreplay. Distance and money were always keeping us apart, but fortune seems to have smiled upon us.

It's not like I have been crazily lusting after this girl. Have we talked about sex before? Yes, plenty. Have we both expressed desire for the other? Very much. But nothing had come of it. In theory, if I had been hotter for her, I'd have made it happen before... She is Asian, and Asian women don't tend to go for me. As a result, I'd say that they're generally "not my type," which isn't exactly true, but close enough.

Let's call her Sue, because it's nicer when people have names. It's been way too long to remember how Sue and I met. But we did. And we've talked, and we get along. But the internet is a funny place. In "real life" if two people start having different interests, they tend to drift apart. She's into vastly different music than I am, runs in different crowds, and leads a life that I normally wouldn't be a part of.

However, she's smart, incredibly horny, and has great tits. And now that we've planned to meet up, we're both very concerned about having a great time together.

Sue: My most intense erogenous zone is the nipple area
Dave: Mine is the penis
Sue: That is very good news.
To the point where I woke up with a FWB's mouth on one of them one morning and I said, "No touching those unless you're going to put out."
He said, "Who said I wasn't putting out?"
Dave: That's the right answer
Sue: Amen
You seriously have the biggest dick I've ever seen
Not that that would surprise you

Dave: I'm sure you'll do fine. Just be careful with your teeth.

Sue: That'll happen.

If you're lucky.

You'll be hard pressed to keep me from wanting that thing in my cunt all night.

Yeah, I think we'll do fine.

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2010-11-15T14:02:00.000-08:00

The bubble wrap theory

2010-11-09T07:40:00.000-08:00

Female orgasms are like bubble wrap. If you were to give me a square of bubble wrap, let's say 50 bubbles wide by 50 bubbles high, the first thing I would do is put it in my hand and squeeze really hard. Pop pop pop pop pop. Lots of popping. I would squeeze harder. Pop pop pop pop. More popping. But eventually, each squeeze yields less and less pops. This means it's time to change tactics.

The next thing I will do is to twist the square of bubble wrap. Popopopopopop. Lots of pops. More than the first squeeze. It's an artillery of pops. Very satisfying.

And so I started fucking this girl. On her futon. We were both kind of sitting. She liked it rough. I bit, I choked her, and I fucked her hard. Her skirt was still on, and I grabbed the crotch of her panties and moved them aside. She came. It was nice.

From there I got on top of her. More fucking. Lots more biting. She came again. Also very nice.

Then I told her to get on top of me and fuck me like that. I wanted to play with her tits and smack her ass while we fucked. Obediently, we did. She came again, which was wonderful of course, but I had her change positions. Instead of being on her knees, I had her squat on top of me.

And woah.

That broke the levee. I was twisting her bubble wrap. Cum pours out of her. I get drenched. She keeps fucking me and with every down stroke, as her ass hits my body, she is splashing me in the face with cum. All I can do is continually reach down to my stomach, get my fingers wet, and lick it all up.

Top 100 Sex Bloggers of 2010

2010-11-08T14:08:00.000-08:00

Well, I'm on the list, in the top half. Not bad, considering I took a few months off.

Update: Please read this blog post before you comment on this list or email me.

Can you believe it’s that time again? I’ve been working hard on this list for several months now, and so have your 2010 judges (make sure to say thank you to them here).

First, some housekeeping:

This year, we had over 200 nominations through comments, email, and Twitter! Everyone who was nominated should be proud!
A lower score than you had last year doesn’t mean that you’re a worse blogger than last year. It’s all relative compared to the other bloggers nominated.
This year, a blog was counted as a single number, regardless of the number of writers. If you have multiple blogs, you were listed with the highest-rating blog.
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For some FAQ, check out the bottom of the post!

PLEASE NOTE: No one listed here should be considered a supporter of Between My Sheets or this list. This is simply a list of sex bloggers I enjoy and want to promote.

And now, your 2010 Top 100 Sex Bloggers!

(Please see this post)
TBK from The Beautiful Kind
Iona and James from SapioSlut
Quizzical Pussy from Quizzical Pussy
Sadie from Sexie Sadie’s Stories of Seduction
Vixen from Secrets of a Blue-Eyed Vixen
Adrian Colesberry from Adrian’s Blog
EA from Easily Aroused
Guy New York from Quickies in New York
Joan from Better Than I Ever Expected: Sex and Aging
25 Things from 25 Things About My Sexuality
AAG from AAG Blog
Bad, Bad Girl from BBG Blog
Holden from Packing Vocals
The blogging team at Sex is Fun
Elle from Kink Unleashed
Rachel from Rabbit Write
Clarisse Thorn from Pro-Sex Outreach, Open-Minded Feminism
littlegirlyone from littlegirlyland
Remittance Girl from Remittance Girl
Mistress Arabella from Bombshells & Rockstars
Axe from Unspeakable Axe
Coke Talk from Dear Coke Talk
Jack from Writing Dirty
Kayar Silkenvoice from Silken on Sex
The blogging team at Gentle Nibbles
Sinclair Sexsmith from Sugarbutch Chronicles
Lilly from This Could Be Dangerous…
Kit from Blogging Dangerously
Mistress Lilyana from Mistress Lilyana
TitsMcScandal from The Blogging Slave
suggestivetongue from suggestivetongue
Library Vixen from Library Vixen
Oatmeal Girl from Submission & Metaphor
Riff Dog from Ashley and Me
Rockin’ with a Cock In from Light Switch
Dick and Jane from Dick-n-Jane
Shasta from Stiletto Diaries
Athol Kay from Married Man Sex Life
Padme and Anakin from Journey to the Darkside
PrettyPowerTools from Pretty Power Tools
Dark Gracie from Gracie’s Playground
Mollena from The Perverted Negress
The blogging team at Sex in the Public Square
The blogging team at Pop My Cherry Review
Emma and Maymay from Kink on Tap
Dave from Glimpses of Dave
Jake from Facts and Friction
Sylvanus and Mina from At Longing’s End
Lucy from Sexy Blogtime
Ms. Naughty from Ms. Naughty Porn for Women Blog
Wendy Blackheart from Heart Full of Black
Cin from Seeing My Own Reflection
Holly from The Pervocracy
Lady Pandorah from Lady Pandorah’s Sanctuary
Olga Wolstenholme at Cuntlove
Jiz Lee from Jiz Lee
Aubrey from Vagina Drum
Black Pearl from The Filthy Ramblings of a Dirty Girl on Lock
Dallas from Naughty Americans
Jerry Jones from Little Submissions
Sir Zoomer from Vanilla-Xtract
Chantelle from Chantelle Austin International
Gloria from Gloria’s Oversexed Mind
Insatiable Desire from Insatiable Desire
Spring Flower from A Girl’s Gotta Have Options
Epiphora from Hey Epiphora
Wilhemina from Heartbreak Nymphomania
Erin from Let’s Eat Cake
Autumn from The First Day of Autumn
Kyle from Butchtastic
Cheeky Minx from Love Hate Sex Cake
Diva from Debauched Domestic Diva
Scarlet Lotus St. Syr from Purveyor of Pleasure and Wanton Lotus
Janie from A Hundred Ways to be Perverse in the Library
The Secret Slut from The Secretive Slut
Curvaceous Dee from Curvaceous Dee
Jefferson from One Life, Take Two
Kris from Phone Courtesan and Experience Kris
Lila from ¡Qué sinvergüenza!
Essin’ Em from Essin’ Em
Shon Richards from Erotiterrorist
Violet Blue from Tiny Nibbles
Evey from Voyeur on Display
Miss Mia from Things You Can’t Ask Mom
Coy Pink from No Need to be Coy
Mistress Matisse from Mistress Matisse’s Journal
Audacia Ray from Waking Vixen
That Toy Chick from Desk Full of Dildos
Britni from Oh My God, That Britni’s Shameless
SSS and ♀ from Sweat Shop Sissy
Ferns from Domme Chronicles
Jerome Nichols from Let’s Talk About Sex
Dreamwalker from Dreamwalker Sadistic Poet
Dr. Petra from Dr. Petra Boynton’s Blog
Viemoira from Cavern of the Beast
Shirley from Reptillian Prostitute
Carrie Ann from A View from the Floor
Sophia St. James from Sophia St. James XXX
YOU! As always that last person on the list is you. Please, please, please leave a comment below promoting your own blog (or the blog of someone you love). Links are welcome, as long as they lead us to a sex-related blog, not a retail website or porn aggregation site.

Last night

2010-11-05T12:13:00.000-07:00

Last Night I was reminded of a few awesome things.

Thing 1: Getting a woman off while you go down on her is an amazing thing. Getting her off multiple times is even better. But turning her into a laughing, moaning, cumming, mess of orgasms as she thrashes around on her bed is pretty fucking spectacular.

Thing 2: I will probably never ever get sick of this. The first time a girl rides me, as soon as she descends down my rigid cock, feeling the rivers of her cum pour down my body. Even though this is a terrible metaphor, I feel like the key that is opening her lock. What I find is a torrent of cum, and my reward is getting covered in it, and feeling it splash around as she fucks me.

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2010-11-02T09:22:00.000-07:00

Things heard

2010-11-01T08:53:00.000-07:00

On more than one occasion, I've been told something along the lines of "You don't even have to move, I just have to have you inside me to cum." While I appreciate the thought that my cock makes them feel really good, it's a little strange. There's a sense of "What you are doing is sort of meaningless, just be inside me." It's probably not how it's meant, but I still have thought it.

Either way, I'm happy that I'm getting people off, but it'd be nice if it were a combination of my cock and the fucking I do with it.

Recap

2010-10-26T08:37:00.000-07:00

I stopped posting here for awhile for a few reasons. One was because I felt like I wasn't getting much out of the process. This blog did not help me get laid, it did not start as many interesting conversations as I would have liked*, and it felt tedious.

I initially wanted to be a unique voice, a male slut. Somebody who only made posts that were designed to titillate. I'm not sure if it's what people are interested in. Working in a narrative structure seems important in stories, and I hoped that people would take the next step and glean knowledge about the greater picture. But I might be unrealistic in my expectations, especially when one of the things I want is for people to get of while here.

However, I think I still want to do something here. I'm just not sure what. I'm open to suggestions. Posts may be more frequent now, but they also might not be longer stories, as I used to. We'll have to say.

*: I realize that building an audience and self-promotion are important things in the blog world, but it's so not me. I tried. I failed. I hate doing it. If somebody would like to produce/co-run this blog, I'm open to listening to ideas.

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e[lust] #18

2010-08-04T07:57:00.001-07:00

HNT Courtesy of Barefoot Dreamer - Photo by Jon H.

Welcome to e[lust] - Your source for sexual intelligence and inspirations of lust from the smartest & sexiest bloggers! Whether you’re looking for hot steamy smut, thought-provoking opinions or expert information, you’re going to find it here. Want to be included in e[lust] #19? Start with the rules, check out the schedule and subscribe to the RSS feed for updates!

~ This Week’s Top Three Posts ~

Off Limits for 30 Days - "You don't listen very well," I heard her hiss. "That's off limits, damn you." And there was a crack and fiery agony clawed into my back.

The Joy of Sucking Cock - I wonder at times if that is why I am such a “good little cocksucker” as W calls me. When I am deeply into it, I almost enter this place where I am both the sucker and suckee, and it is as though it is MY cock being sucked on.

This intensity gets me riled when I am tied up (photo story) - James picked up that evil strap again. I watched helplessly as he positioned himself to use it on my pussy... Ever so lightly he started. Flick, flick, flick.

~ e[lust] Editress ~

Ask Lilly: How do I know if a sex toy has phthalates in it? - The studies going around are saying that phthalate exposure can damage all sorts of organs, and can possibly cause cancer. There are a lot of harmful things in our world these days that we can't avoid - so when we CAN avoid something like toxins in our sex toys, we should.

~ Featured Post (Lilly’s Pick) ~

Portal. Confession #493 - It truly is a spiritual give and take, these sexual relationships I form. I can cross the threshold and see however much of someone that I choose to see, with whomever it is that I am involved with.

See also: Pleasurists #88 and #89 for all your sex toy review needs.

All blogs that have a submission in this edition must re-post this digest from tip-to-toe on their blogs within 7 days. Re-posting the photo is optional and the use of the “read more…” tag is allowable after this point. Thank you, and enjoy!

Sex News, Interviews, Politics & Humor

Defying Gravity with Carrie Moon
Interview with Dylan Ryan
Is "The Smoking Jacket" a Smoking Gun?
Naked and Famous
That's discrimination! -or- Two Words I'm Sick of Hearing
Very Deserved Wrath- Not So New Problems

Kink & Fetish

10 Things I Love About My Slave
A Rope Pride Flag?
At Last
Correlations
dutch part 6 - the finale!
Discovering DebPorn
Independence Day
Kinkster Me
No Mosquito Fetish Here
Our First Play Time - Part 1
Please
Post Exploratorium HNT
Sex and Kink
Subspace
Thoughts on Single Tailing
THIS is what happens to naughty little redheaded sluts…

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

A Declaration of Independence -- From the eXes
Ass to Mouth
Bi The Way - Male Bisexuality and Swinging
Don't Beat Yourself Up
Euphemisms
Flying The Red Flag
Natural Born Swingers
Partnerships
Transtastic: On Coming Out as a Political Act
The Ins & Outs of Anal Sex
The Cialis Effect
Unusually High Sex Drive
Where is My G Spot?
Why Won’t Anyone Respond? — Help for Your Swinger Inbox

Erotic Writing

Adventures in Fisting
A Collision of Desires
boo full
Creature of habit pt. 3
Flashback: Our First Time
Fred
Fantasy: Australia Day
Good Morning
Get Down, Dirty & Get The Hell Out
I want...
Licked to orgasm
Sweat & Summer
Sparkly Vamp Erotica
The Ordeal (part one)
Upstairs. Now.
Wrestle

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2010-07-19T08:37:00.001-07:00

Creature of habit pt. 3

2010-07-16T08:12:00.000-07:00

Where were we? Oh yeah...

We were happy, that's where we were. Or at least I was. I can only assume how happy Nikki was. I'd think that most girls that were impaled on my thick cock are pretty happy, or else they wouldn't be there. But I know I was digging it. She was tight, she was wet, and it felt pretty amazing.

In part 1 of this story, I posted a picture of a girl whose breasts resembled Nikki's. And it was from the vantage point of being underneath her that I continually think about her breasts. How nicely they hung. How despite their size, there was no sag. And her nipples and areolea were parallel to the bed which was also impressive. I tilted my upper body up to suck on one of them while we fucked.

This went on for awhile. Nikki bouncing. Me remaining in a pleasure-induced trance. Best of all we both seemed to be enjoying each other as much as ourselves. This was the first time I fucked Nikki. In first time situations where I'm really hot for the other person, there's always a bit of anxiety for me, and I sometimes focus completely on the other person. However, I was perfectly comfortable with letting myself partake in a lot of the pleasure.

Very pleasing to say the least.

So pleasing that I came inside her. My hands on her ass. Her tits in my face. Listening to her whimper as I stretched her pussy out. It felt delicious.

I composed myself, and we changed positions as I exited her and discarded the condom. This time we ended up both half sitting/half laying down against the headboard. Despite being able to enjoy myself, I did care for her orgasm, which hadn't happened yet.

"Usually I don't cum the first time with guy."

"Can I try?"

"Yeah, go for it."

At first I started out going down on her, and fingering her, which seemed like a good start. But I detected that she was not comfortable with my mouth, so I turned on my side, and leaned my body up against hers, with my fingers continuing to thrust inside her and rub her g-spot. This seemed to do more for her, so I went with it.

"Play with your clit."

"What?"

"Play with it while I fuck you with my fingers."

"...Okay."

It seemed like a foreign concept when I mentioned it, but she fell into the groove. Our hands moved at different speeds, but with the unified purpose of making her cum.

As an aside, I love watching women masturbate. It's enlightening seeing what they do and comparing it to what I do. Some are very rhythmic, and others are erratic. Nikki was definitely erratic, which made me feel a little bit better about not being able to get her off before, as she seemed to have specific things she liked at specific times. Maybe this was a symptom of never having been with anybody else in years, she got so used to herself. Or maybe she was always like this. But it did make her cum, and I did love it.

She had warned me several times prior to this evening that she's "just like a guy after she cums." So I knew not to bother her much, and let her be in her own little world, and drift off to sleep. Easy enough.

...

The alarm rang.

Ug.

Four hours of sleep doesn't really cut it most of the time. But, I knew that I was waking up next to Nikki, and so I scooched over to her side of the bed. I woke up rock solid, as I often do, and pressed it into her hip. Still half-asleep, she reached down and gave my cock a few lazy strokes.

"I want to fuck you again."

"Mmm."

I took it as a yes, and grabbed another condom. She was still not with it, but happily spread her legs, as I slid into her waiting pussy yet again. Nikki cooed. Good little slut.

This time it was all up to me. I fucked her as she lay there. It didn't seem like she wanted to get off, just to be fucked. Hopefully she was enjoying it on a physical level as much as I was, but it didn't seem like it. However, I knew she really enjoyed being used in a sexual manner, so her brain was in the right place.

She simply smiled as I came inside her. She wanted me to get off using her body. She wanted my cum. She loved it. She loved being my little whore.

Creature of habit pt. 2

2010-07-13T08:01:00.000-07:00

Continued from this story.

So at this point in the evening, Nikki and I had gotten back to the hotel, and clothes were quickly being removed. Her bra was next, which was the payoff. One of (technically two :P) the big reasons I was there. And I was not disappointed.

Nikki is several years younger than me, and gravity has not yet done its number on her breasts. They were spectacular. However I didn't want to spend too much time on her breasts, as she probably gets enough attention lavished on them already. Yes I sucked them. And licked them. And nibbled on them. And caressed, fondled, squeezed, and kissed them. But I didn't go overboard.

The other reason that I didn't, was because I really wanted to go down on her. And from what I could tell, she wanted it as well. So after I was done with her breasts, I descended, took her panties off, and started licking.

Our foreplay had theoretically lasted months, let alone hours this evening, so I didn't beat around the bush. I knew it had been a long time since she'd been fucked, and wanted to make her want me inside her more than she knew possible. My two fingers thrusting in and out of her did the trick. Nikki was arching her back and pressing my face into her pussy in no time.

She was hot. I was rock solid. No time like the present.

Condom goes on, my body on top of hers, her arms back and above her head. Knees back. We stare into each other's eyes.

"Be gentle with me."

"Gentle? What about everything you said about wanting to be fucked hard."

"That's before I saw what you had."

"Yeah, but you knew."

"It's been two years since the last time."

I just smiled, tilted my hips, and put the head of my cock into her waiting pussy. Nikki held her breath. I slid in further. A little gasp from her. I slid further still. Her eyes close. I gently bump up against her cervix. Muscle spasm. Good place to stop for now.

The fucking started slowly, and I knew that I was going to be in control. For at least a little while. Her body slowly got comfortable with mine. Her hips moved with mine. We kissed. I ran my fingers through her hair, and watched her try to relax herself.

This went on for awhile longer, and I knew that I wanted her on top of me, so I withdrew. She opened her eyes and looked up at me.

"C'mere."

I put an arm around her, and position her body on top of mine, as I lay on my back. She grabs my cock with her left hand, puts it inside her, and slides down my bannister.

"Ohhhhh!"

Her eyes squint, and soak up the look on her face. She steadies herself on me, and I take in the view. There's a cute girl on top of me. Her breasts look too good to be true. She's shaved, wet, and about to start bouncing on my cock. My hands move up to her supple ass, and start grinding her on top of me. She likes that as well.

To be continued.

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2010-07-12T12:50:00.000-07:00

Sorry for the lack of posts; my libido has been kind of down lately. I blame the heat.

e[lust] #17

2010-07-08T06:38:00.001-07:00

e[lust] #17

Photo courtesy of Elle from Kink Unleashed

~ Featured Posts (Lilly’s Pick) ~

Why Pride is Still Important – When someone tells me that they don’t think Pride is necessary, I can’t help but believe that they go through life with tunnel vision. I live in New York where for the most part I can walk around being a big ol’ queen and I’ll make it home alive, but there are people who live in places where they can’t. Even here in New York you’ll get called a faggot from time to time by passing cars or groups of punks, and even here in New York I hear stories of people getting the shit kicked out of them just because they were gay.

Fantasies and Condoms – Our culture has created a narrative in which sex only feels good and looks sexy if no one is protected. We’re all suffering from this narrative, but sex workers are probably suffering the most.

~ e[lust] Editress ~

Some days we need a little hope – I encourage you to practice random acts of kindness that could be worthy of inclusion on the site (GivesMeHope.com). Be nice, be caring, let your heart open up just for the sake of bringing someone some happiness or comfort. Do you know how good it feels to just give?

See also: Pleasurists #83 and #84 for all your sex toy review needs.

All blogs that have a submission in this edition must re-post this digest from tip-to-toe on their blogs within 7 days. Re-posting the photo is optional and the use of the “read more…” tag is allowable after this point. Thank you, and enjoy!

Kink & Fetish

An Anal Adventure
Bound in the Night
Being a Tart
Danger may explode without warning
Found It: Pearls for the Submissive Wife
Morning Rituals
Shoe Slut
(another!) Shoe Slut
Spanking my ass while fucking so he feels every wiggle
Submission is impossible in the absence of humanity
Strip, boy
Swallow Falls
The Trigger
The Beast with Three Backs

Erotic Writing

A long hot day
And then we kissed…
A Picture of Lust
Ass Plug
‘Come For Me…’
Depths
Exchange II
Forbidden Fantasy
Fucking Mika for the first time
Good Things Come To Those Who Wait
Getting Off…On The Road
Katie’s First Time
Master Class
My Favourite Waste of Time
Microfantasy Monday, week 84: Addiction
Picture to Word 2
Sociable
Saturday Night Plans
Safe Sex
The Train
Thunderstorms are Sexy
Teaching Respect (Part 1)
You First

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

Adventures in Birth Control
Erotic Awakening: A Swinger’s Comments
Friends With Benefits His Lush Behind!
Getting Started – Hotel Parties
Greetings From The Deep End – Swinging and Openness
How To Have Multiple Orgasms
Mr. Strong
Play Safe. Stay Safe. Get Tested. Be Protected.
Political Cuddling: Asking, Talking, Touching
Reflections on Glass
Something I Wish I’d Had 10 Years Ago
Sex: A required part of the college curriculum
Shades of Grey
Three’s Company
Ten Life Lessons I’m Learning from Enslavement
Uncomfortable
Walk of Shut The Fuck Up

Sex News, Interviews, Politics and Humor

Interview with Scarlett Chaos aka Essin’Em
The Media is Not Responsible for Your Poor Body Image
To Shave or Not to Shave

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2010-07-06T08:02:00.001-07:00

Creature of habit pt. 1

2010-07-02T14:21:00.000-07:00

I know that I have types that I'm into. This has been discussed previously. However, I'm still on the fence as to whether or not this is a good thing. On one hand, it's good to know what I'm into. Makes things easier. Not that I don't have interest in those who are not one of the types that I like, far from it, but it's good to have a starting point.

But on the other hand, having a type often feels like I'm predictable. Not only by myself, but by others. I guess that's good if your friends are trying to set you up, but I dislike being pigeonholed.

I only bring this up, because it ties in nicely with Nikki. She's the one that I chatted with via IM, and later posted the conversation. Remember her? Good. I do as well.

Prior to that conversation, I had met Nikki for maybe five minutes. Ten tops. But that was enough to plant the seed. After all, she was my type. She was all short hair and breasts. There may have been more, but that was mostly what I cared about. Yes I know, predictable Dave.

See the girl right there that I just posted the picture of? Nikki's tits looked like that, except a cup size larger, and perkier. I don't believe in perfection (a topic which I'll talk about more in the future) but there wasn't much that could be done to Nikki's tits to make them more appealing.

And now she was in my sights, and I pursued. Lots of talking, chatting, everything. We'd go on for long periods of time about all the things we were going to do to each other. It made both of us hot.

Then, as luck would have it, I had a business trip to take, and it was in the general vicinity of where Nikki lived. Otherwise, I'd have been doing all those nasty things I said I was going to do to her.

However, this posed an interesting decision for her, as it turned out. My trip was about five hours away from where she lived. No small trip. So she debated it back and forth, and as I found out, vetted me.

As it stood, I had fucked two of her friends. She of course then asks them, "Should I drive five hours to fuck Dave?" And my understanding is that they both said, yes, absolutely. This pleased me. One because, being known as a guy that you definitely want to fuck is a plus when one of your social circles is a bunch of sluts. And two, I really appreciate that she wanted to know if I was good. It spoke volumes to her potential.

And with that, it was on.

After my meetings were to be over, I told her to meet me at a wine bar that she shouldn't have too much difficulty finding. She didn't, made good time on her journey, and got there first. I showed up after she'd been for fifteen minutes to find her sitting on a bar stool, alone. Pink skirt, low-cut white top, showing off her glorious chest.

I'm not a wine snob, but I know that I like decent wine. And I saw they had a 2002 Cabernet Sauvignon from Whitehall Lane, a winery that I'd had a good experience with in the past, so I went for it. Good choice. I settled into my glass, while Nikki and I idly chatted.

The discussion wasn't particularly important. We both knew that she had driven five hours to fuck me, and the wine was simply to get us in the right frame of mind. She needed to stop thinking about the road, and I needed to start thinking about what her breasts were going to look like as they bounced on my hotel room bed.

It didn't take much to convince either of us, and we got the check after our first glass, and got out of there. As she left, I watched her walk. Her ass was bigger than I remembered. And her eyes smaller. It's funny how details slightly modify themselves over periods of time. I kept this in mind as Nikki rounded the corner, and I grabbed her and suddenly made out with her.

She was already purring. Time to find a taxi. We walked to the nearest busy intersection, and hailed a hack. More making out. She tells me that I was vetted. I reply that I'm glad that I passed their tests. She puts her hand on my pants over my half erect cock, and says that I'll pass hers as well. And then even more making out. Step on it buddy.

My hotel was pretty decent. Sharply appointed, built in an old warehouse, the hotel had style. Not that we'd be hanging out in the bar or lobby, or whatever people do in hotels that isn't fucking, but it's good to know that they're there. The elevator had a wrought iron outer gate, and copper doors. Nice.

We reach the room, and it's pretty simple. King sized bed with high-thread count sheets. Plasma TV. Small bathroom. Nikki excuses herself to freshen up, and I try to figure out the best lighting. The mood needed to be sexy, but I wanted to see every last curve on her body. Eventually, I decided that the desk lamp, put on the window sill, so that it was obscured by the curtains seemed to be the best.

Nikki walked out of the bathroom and over to where I was with the lamp. She reached out to me. We made out yet again. But this time it lasted a lot longer. I ran my fingers through her hair, and my hands down her body. She purred. I liked turning her on. She grabs my ass. She clearly likes it too.

I bend down slightly, wrap my arms around her body, and pick her up as we kiss. She wraps her legs around my body. I take us over to the bed and throw us down. We'd kissed enough. I wanted her with significantly less clothing on. Her top comes off, revealing a very big bra...

To be continued.

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I'm not sold on the fake Polaroid style, but it doesn't change the fact that I want to be in this picture. Somewhere. Anywhere.

e[lust] #16

2010-06-24T07:00:00.001-07:00

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Depths

2010-06-22T14:15:00.000-07:00

I love Craigslist. I've gone on in the past about how much I like it, and I won't go too far down that same path again. However, I'll bring up an interesting side of it, that I know anti-pornography people harp on, is that it changes you.

While I do enjoy video pornography that is realistic, non-fiction stories and the like, a lot of porn is fake. And they make no bones about it, which is great. A lot of people like to detach. Even when I'm reading a saucy story, one that happened in real life, it's not part of me. Maybe I'll fantasize about being there, or imagine the story vividly in my mind, but I know in my mind that it's not my reality.

Craigslist, however, changes this. People make all kinds of posts where they're looking for a really hot guy so that they can fuck them tonight. While some of these are fraudulent, many of them are real. And that to me is super hot. Even if it's not what I'm looking for. Sometimes I'll scan women seeking women postings, hoping to find something well-written. Lesbian porn isn't my thing (you'll note a lack of it in the pictures I post) but the thought of a girl finding another girl on Craigslist and them having awesome sex makes me giddy.

The other side of the coin though, is when you're looking for someone to fuck, and Craigslist is not providing. Maybe it's fault of your own, maybe it's not. Sometimes the cupboard is bare, and you don't know it. But sometimes it can be depressing to the point where your standards lower. Much like beer goggles, there are definitely Craigslist goggles.

And by the time nine o'clock hit, I had a thick set on. Anybody, and I mean anybody who would reply to my emails, would get a response from me. This is how I came across Anneliese. Her posting was extremely brief. One line. About wanting somebody tonight. We were in the same boat. I wanted somebody as well, and I cared a lot less about who it was.

Pictures were exchanged. She was short, blonde with dark roots, and fairly curvy. Cute enough for this evening's purposes. My pictures met approval, and we both set out to meet at a bar.

If anything, this girl was pretty straight forward, which I was fine with. What I didn't need was the run around, an endless stream of email, ultimately leading to nothing. Been there, done that.

It's boring to describe a bar as nondescript, but this one was. Fake Irish. Tired-looking, 40-something bartender, boring beer on tap, standard bottles behind the bar. Yawn. I got a Guinness, and brought Anneliese a club soda.

We drank our drinks and chatted lightly. She was shy. Very shy. One and two-word answer shy. Avoiding eye contact shy.

Normally, this kind of behavior is to be frowned upon. Shy girls usually aren't my bag, but when the libido speaks, I often listen. It was telling me that she was fighting through her shyness just to be here. Murmuring about her supple tits. Whispers about what she might look like on all fours. My libido has a way of convincing me to take a girl home, who ordinarily wouldn't interest me.

She followed me home, and was silent as I opened the door to my place. She was silent as we walked into the living room. Engaging her in conversation didn't work at the bar, and despite the fact that she had a club soda under her belt, I didn't see her opening up any time soon, so my libido had me take the initiative.

"C'mere."

That's really all it took, thankfully. And while I was envisioning the kiss as being kind of awkward going in, Anneliese proved to be a lot easier to deal with when her eyes were closed. Her mouth was inviting and wet. Yes, mouths tend to be wet, but hers was more than usual. Maybe there's something to that club soda... Either way, it had me start thinking about a sloppy wet blowjob, which was getting me hard.

Much like Anneliese being easy to kiss, her clothes came off quickly as well. A brown camisole hit the floor and revealed a lacey, white bra. The bra hit the floor, and revealed a large pair of breasts. DD cup, pale, with rosy nipples. Yum. My attention turned towards them.

Still quiet, at least she seemed like she was enjoying herself. While not writhing around, there was some slight back arching while I licked her nipples. She also seemed to like it when I'd press both of her tits together and squeeze.

As much fun as this was though, I'd been wanting to fuck all day and all evening. My hand goes down between her legs. Warmth. Lots of warmth. I start rubbing while I suck on her tits. More movement.

While I often like to slowly work my way forward, I was feeling anxious. And from what I could tell, Anneliese was into it as well. So I stopped what I was doing and took my pants off, revealing my engorged dick.

Didn't even have to ask her to do anything. Next thing I know, she has leaned over and is bobbing up and down on my cock head like a good girl. Not an expert sucking by any stretch of the imagination, but she was enthusiastic, which was a decent start.

She went on for maybe five minutes, until it became clear that the extent of her abilities had been reached. Her fervor had died a bit, and I knew this to be my cue to take the next step. I pulled her off my cock and kissed her roughly. From there, I pushed her on her back, and took her jeans off.

Slightly faded, pink cotton panties. Probably "date" panties that had been through the wash several times. They were quickly discarded, revealing a pretty decent patch of pubic hair, fairly matted down. While I was guessing she was wet, I figured I'd finger her a bit to make sure.

Sure enough, Anneliese was a well-hydrated girl. One finger easily slid in, so I stuck another in. Yeah, this girl was really wet, and I wasn't getting any less hard. Time to find a condom. Luckily, I have one in my wallet for times like this. And by "times like this" I mean when there's a naked girl on her back who recently had my cock in her mouth.

Without further ado, I roll the condom on, and get on top of her. She's warm to the touch. I place the tip of my cock at the precipice. It's clear she's ready, so I set out to tease her just a bit, when all of a sudden the night totally changed.

"FUCK MY DIRTY PUSSY!"

There are key moments that can set the tone of any evening. Anneliese's reluctance to talk started things on one path, and we continued down that path until this point. I was floored. Shock and amazement. But who am I to decline such a request?

All at once I slam my cock into her. Hard. Without hesitation. From my fingerbanging, I could tell she was tight, but she either wanted a good fucking, or wanted me to think she did. Both led to the same result though.

The fucking didn't last long. My mind continued to reel from her bold request. It came from nowhere. Often, I can hold off my impending orgasm through a variety of techniques. But with my mind officially blown, and my body on auto-pilot, I was quick. My fucking was intense and merciless. Beads of sweat formed on her brow. I don't think she came, whereas mine erupted out of me with a roar.

Part of me wanted to feel embarrassed, but I still don't think that I've fully processed what happened. Maybe this was part of Anneliese's sexual awakening. It'd be nice to think that after our brief encounter, that she realized what her body wanted, and her mind got on board. Or maybe not. Maybe she'd find some unassuming guys, and totally freak them out. Maybe this was a one-time thing for her, where she needed to act upon something dark inside her that was dying to come out.

I'll never know.

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I'd be excited too.

Guest Post: The things we do

2010-06-14T07:45:00.000-07:00

“I just hate going home and didn't get off work till 3 today and I knew the lawn needed mowed so I came up here…then it freakin’ rained, so I'm having a few drinks now and it’s beautiful out, and I was thinking about you and I think you need to be fucked”.

This was the email that I received on Saturday afternoon. I had plans to go to a friend’s stagette party Saturday evening and had tentative plans with Sam (my friend-with-benefits) to meet up later and have some wild/crazy sex. Then he threw a wrench in our plans by going to his cottage 160 miles away from my house. GRRR.   I was totally pissed off. Told him to get his ass back here and to wait for me. He refused on his next email and reiterated that I should go there.   I sent an email telling him to forget it, maybe another time….. I was sour. I was in a very dark mood.

Within a couple of minutes, however, I had a new hotmail message. The message said, “well at least meet me in Mallorytown" I replied, “no. Just forget it.” He emailed again, “Please! Meet me at Monetville or at Coal Branch. I’ll make it worth it. Please”.   I replied, “I don’t even know where the cottage is, or how to get there….” (sulking).   Within 5 minutes, another hotmail with directions how to get there showed up in my inbox.   My resolve was weakening and I was debating though still seriously pissed off.   I fired off an email saying I was going to get some groceries and I’d talk to him later.

I went and returned. Put everything away. The whole time it was going through my head, how could I work this? How could I see him? How could I get there? He is in cottage country, and the road from my town to cottage country is full of roaming moose. There are lit signs on the highway warning of moose crossing.   I was contemplating it, though knowing I would do almost anything to see him. I emailed him back saying, “OK my Blackberry is not charged so if I get hit by a moose, God help me. If I go to Mallorytown will you meet me there? I’m leaving in 10 minutes”. He replied 5 seconds later - - “I’ll be there at 9 pm”.

I went. Met him at a coffee shop in a town over 160 miles from my house. I must be out of my freaking mind, is what I thought the whole drive there…. As I pulled into the parking lot, he was parked across the street, in his big fancy truck. He flashed his lights at me when I looked in his direction. Then he drove over to me and waited while I backed my truck into a secluded parking space at the edge of the coffee shop property. I got out and grabbed my purse then hopped into his truck. He just looked at me and grinned. It was a cat-that-ate-the-canary grin if I’ve ever seen one. He had that fiery look in his eyes. Unconsciously, I shivered and goosebumps formed on my arms and the little hairs on the back of my neck stood up.   I can’t explain it, the boy just does it to me. *sigh*

We drove in his truck to his cottage. He took a back road, a dirt road, saying it would be faster. Holy hell, the man is a maniac. Driving 75 and 80 miles per hour on the dirt roads that were winding and twisting and uphill and then suddenly downhill and I was scared for my life.   I should mention, he is a racer. When I first met him 15 or 20 years ago, he was teenager who raced motocross. Won everything. No fear. Broken bones didn’t faze him. Working on bikes in the garage is usually where I found him back when we were kids. I’d try my damnest to get him to notice me and it was always the bikes he was into.

Luckily he came to his senses later. In more recent years, he has been racing stock cars, Nascar-style - - equally crazy and sometimes even crazier than motocross because at least in motocross he was just a kid…. Now he’s a full grown man, and still has no fear.   I digress.

So we are driving in his fancy truck, which by the way he said, “I don’t want to take my truck on the back roads, but I need to get you home and fuck you, NOW.” I shivered again in spite of myself.   More than a few times he skidded and I felt my breath catch in my throat. More than a few times we came unexpectedly upon other vehicles and he would slam his brakes and maneuver the truck.   Mostly though, I found myself fascinated by his control, by his confidence. He had one hand on the gear shift and the other on the wheel. Even at the fastest speed, he drove single-handedly. Again I felt my body rush. I needed him.

We continued the drive. He began cursing, pissed off because the back road was turning out NOT to be a short cut that he thought it would be. Sam swore as I held my breath and clutched the pocket on the door. A while later, maybe 10 minutes, he looked over and said, “Are you ok?” I said yes. He said, “I know you are scared, and I’m sorry. But Jesus, I’ve been racing my whole fucking life. Don’t you trust me?... I just want to fuck you so bad I can’t wait. I need to get you there so we can fuck. Immediately.”   I told him I did trust him, but I wasn’t sure about the moose out there or the other vehicles on the road…. Then I just let it trail off. I knew it was useless. He was going to keep at it til we got to the cottage. Suck it up, Princess.

Finally we arrived in the town.   He asked if I wanted some coolers from the liquor store and so I said sure and we headed over there. I thought he would drop me off across the parking lot, so as not to be seen with me, but he must have been daring in this little town or maybe he was proud of me - - I had on a beautiful hot pink camisole with a baby-sweater over it, only buttoned up to under my breasts which were held up high with my push-up bra and the cleavage was quite alluring. I also had on my Tiffany & Co. pearl necklace which added class to my outfit. 3 inch heels sandals was a nice touch, too.

As I stepped out of the truck, the people in the town all stared. As I went inside they stared in there, too. I pushed my long blonde hair out of my face as I reached into the cooler to get my drinks and then I swayed ever so slightly after I paid and went back out the door. He had parked in the spaces across the parking lot after I went inside. Now as I started to cross the parking lot, he drove up right to the door of the store and let me in.   I can’t help wondering if he did it to show off his truck or to show off his lady? I am hoping it was me. I think it was me.

The wild driving slowed a bit and we chatted easily on the drive to his cottage. We drove down a secluded avenue, with a canopy of trees… It's gorgeous. Completely secluded. Stunning.   It was just dusk, leaning toward darkness, and the moon was one day past "full". I got out of the truck and followed him up the steps. Into a screened-in sun room with a porch swing and a table and chairs set. I looked through the screen and saw the most beautiful view of a river with the moon reflected in it. The water was still, just like glass. I was awed.

He opened the house and went inside and still I stood mesmerized, staring out at the water and the trees beyond.   If I were him, I'd sell the place in the city and live at the cottage. Hell of a drive, though. Yeesh.   Took me over an hour to get to the coffee shop and then another 30 minutes as he drove like he was on the racetrack on a dirt back road to get to his cottage. It's a house really, with a screened sun porch. It's rustic, a log home, with the exposed wood finish inside, and it's beautiful. I walked inside and the pine floors and walls were instantly warming. Open dining area/living room area… As I was admiring the place, Sam came up behind me and put his arms around me. Mmmm that man has the magic touch. I was melting. I swear to God I was melting just to be held in his arms. I turned to face him and reached my arms up around his neck. I wanted to feel every inch of him, to hold him, to own him. To be owned by him.

We were kissing in the dining/living room area. He held me so tight and kissed me. He had opened a cooler for me and mixed a drink (rum & ice water) for himself. When he took a sip of his drink and then kissed me, the cold feeling was awesome. I love his lips, his bottom lip is so thick and full, but so soft. He caressed me and held me and my arms wound around his back.....within minutes he had my bra open and my shirt pulled up over my head.   He bent his head and started on my tits. **sigh** omg he is sooooo good. He says they are the nicest tits he's ever seen. He had me ready to come just with the play on my tits. He came back to my mouth and was kissing me again. He took another drink of his rum and then sucked my nipple into his mouth. My knees nearly caved in. Wow. Another sip. Then he came back to my mouth, kissed me softly, his tongue sliding into my mouth and around mine. With his lips still touching mine, he whispered, “Suck my cock”. As he said it his hand was on my shoulder, guiding me down.

Down I went, squatting while he remained standing. His knees buckled a couple of times. I sucked his cock into my mouth. Held it there. He wrapped his fingers into my hair and moaned. I licked up and down the shaft of that hard cock that I love so much. Nuzzled his balls. Sucked them into my mouth and held them. I licked under his balls and held his ass in my hands. I went back to the shaft of his cock and sucked it on the sides from the base to the tip. I flicked my tongue over his cock and pulled my mouth away, making his ache for me.   I sucked his cock back into my mouth and bobbed my head up and down, up and down, up and down….I listened and smiled inwardly when I heard his sigh. He told me again how wonderful I am, how awesome I am, what a great fucking cocksucker I am. The best. Truly. (yes, I know babe, you've mentioned it before, I think. ha ha)

I told him I needed to be fucked. Hard.   We went to the sofa, he sat and I climbed on top of him.   Rode him. Hard and furious. Then slow and sensually. Then fast and crazy. Then slow, with small circles of my hips. Then he held me up and thrust his hips pounding up into me. OMG it was awesome. When we were not kissing, he paid continuous attention to my tits, ravaging them, sucking, licking, biting my tits….He pulled my hair – yanked it up off my face and away from my tits. I pushed him deeper inside my cunt. Felt him banging my cervix. Felt him hitting my IUD. Then I felt him right where I needed him - - my G-spot. Oh baby that feels so good…He has the perfect curve to hit my G-spot every time. I leaned in and forced more of my left tit into his mouth...I could feel his cock so deep inside me. I was so full. Gloriously full of cock - - is there any better feeling in the world?? mmmmm

I started to convulse my orgasm out. My body stuttered. Shivered. Shuddered. I heard my voice, but all I heard were moans. And then the screaming. He grabbed my hips and held me onto his cock and his mouth latched onto my nipple and I came in a screaming frenzy.   After recovering from my orgasm I stood up off of him and bent down and licked his cock, kissed it and worshipped it.   Still raging hard, enormously thick..... I begged him to get back on. Begged for another round on top of him.   He stayed put and didn’t deny me.   A little smile on his face was all.

The second ride was as good as the first, oh how I love to fuck. And he is so patient and so enduring. That cock would stay hard for me 24/7, I bet.     He ran his fingers through my hair, held my hair up.....held my hips up and pounded into me. He has tattoos on both shoulders. I never knew that. Don't remember them from our earlier years and it's been too dark since we started fucking last year. It's always so late when we make plans to meet, on the sly. I pushed myself down lower, pushing his cock deeper (impossibly deeper) inside me...... and nestled it against my G-spot. I barely moved, very slight rocking motions....and kissed him, and begged for him, and arched my back and slowly ground into him. Kissed him softly, deeply. Then raked my nails over his shoulders and came again, squirting this time. I collapsed on him and just reveled in being close to him. I had so much come between my legs, running down my thighs. I love that sticky feel; I felt like a million bucks.

He stood after a few minutes.   When he did I turned to see him standing there, and his cock was so full, so hard, I got down on my knees, pine floor boards digging into my bare knees, and I sucked my come off his dick. I love that penis. I really do. It’s perfect. Size, shape, texture. Perfect. He held my head and thrust his hips, fucking my face…. I wanted him to come and spray me. Dominate me. Own me. Give me a facial.   But he surprised me and asked me to sit on the sofa, facing the wall.   I did and he leaned in to me and put his arms around my shoulders and jammed me full of cock from behind.   He thrust into me slowly and deeply, building up his pace. He held my hips and I stuck my ass higher into the air, to give him better access. He slapped my ass – Hard. I moaned. He slapped my ass again.   I moaned again and pushed back on him. He found his rhythm, fucking me and spanking my ass and gripping my left hip with his left hand.

I could feel myself losing control. I was going to come again. I begged him for more. I begged for harder, harder, harder. The more I begged the harder he drilled that cock into me. Drove that hard cock into me.   I started coming again. My face was turned to the side so I could watch him as he drove that cock hard into me from behind. My right hand reached up and my nails dragged across the wooden wall as I cried out my third orgasm.   He gripped my hips hard and slammed me harder and then he held me in one spot for a few seconds and he let himself come, though he’s so much quieter than I am. I can never be sure when he does orgasm. Mmmm man, that boy can fuck.

He pulled out of me and we collapsed onto the sofa.   He lay down on it as I was getting up and I saw that his dick was still hard. I bent down and took it in my mouth and savoured it. He said, "Don’t tell me you still want more?” I sucked his cock into my mouth and closed my eyes on a sigh.   He stretched out on the sofa with his hands behind his head and then he said, "oh my god that feels amazing".   I worked hard. Had sweat running down my neck, my hair all in little curls underneath...my face was flushed.... God I'm crazy about him. I know exactly what he wants and I do exactly what he wants every time. Deeper and down my throat….gagging myself on his cock….. slurping his cock from base to tip, focusing my attention on the head of his cock and circling my tongue over his mushroom ridge - -fuck I love that ridge…. Sliding my tongue into his slit and then engulfing the whole cock into my mouth and moaning and bobbing my head up and down and up and down and up and down……. He watched me and said, “You put that cock back in your mouth, covered in come. That is so fucking hot". As always, he held my hair, his fingers running through my soft hair, holding it up off my face and off his cock.

He lay there occasionally thrusting his hips up, mostly just relaxing, enjoying me. After 15 or 20 minutes, I stopped, let his cock fall out of my mouth and said, “I want it. I want a mouthful of come, baby. Please.” My big blue eyes begged.    And he said, “Do you want it now baby?” And I nodded and pouted and took that cock back into my mouth and he groaned and then released. His cock spurted and jumped and he groaned.   Slowly, he spurted and my mouth filled with come. Some of the come drizzled out and after I swallowed, I tongued it up off his thighs and around his cock. I lavished his cock with another loving kiss and felt him shudder and then I got up off my knees.

We small-talked for a few minutes, then dressed and went back out to the truck. The drive back was not so crazy – thank God for that.   The bad news is I missed the stagette party. Oh well. I’ll offer up apologies to the girls later. I ended up at karaoke at the bar in my town just before closing time. Danced a little, had a couple of beers.... Good times on a Saturday night.   I slept like an angel and woke on Sunday with a welcome soreness between my legs and aching jaws to match. But I’m certainly not complaining.