Hey everyone! Here's part two on friends and how they suck. At least, when it comes to sex.
I respect my friends. I choose them carefully and don't go around willy-nilly saying "Oh, you're kinda cool. I guess you can be a friend." No. If you aren't awesome, you're out. I don't settle when it comes to people who will probably influence me and S. But I've realized that most of them are ignorant about sexuality and sex in general. I have a few friends who are incredibly sex-positive and non-vanilla, but the half that isn't are so ignorant that they make up for the rest of my friend's intelligence. Below are some of their beliefs and why they are wrong. S. did a good job formatting her post, so I'm gonna follow her guidelines.
1. Physical interaction is not important. This is totally not true. They (being the ignorant friends) believe that either they don't need to be too touchy because they don't crave it or because they feel like it's wrong or bad. It is important. Physical contact releases hormones and chemicals in the body that bond you to the other person you are touching. Those chemicals also can help battle depression and some studies have shown that it can improve your immune system. IT IS PHYSICALLY IMPORTANT TO YOUR HEALTH IN LIFE AND IN YOUR RELATIONSHIP TO HAVE TOUCH. If you don't, it won't be catastrophic, but it won't be beneficial at all. Touch is good. I know your mommy and daddy and priest and minister and super-conservative friends and family have told you otherwise. Please listen to me: Do what you want. Set boundaries and touch. Let go of that guilt. It's okay to touch your partner! It can even help! Just go google it. I will let you decide what to do. If you aren't super touchy, and you're doing okay, you will continue to do okay. But touch will not hurt. It can only improve (with a few exceptions).
2. Condoms protect against 100% of STD's no matter what. FALSE. HPV can be transmitted and received even with condoms, since it takes skin-on-skin contact, and condoms only cover the majority of the penis shaft and/or the inside of the vagina with female condoms. If any other skin area is exposed, and that area has any infection of HPV, and that other infected skin touches someone else, they can get infected. You can also get STD's from fresh blood getting into your body (I'm talking really fresh. It's not dangerous after a certain period of time. This is for if your friend gets a cut and you get that blood in your body somehow and they are positive, you should go get tested just in case), using the same injection needle after an infected person uses it, and transfer of other bodily fluids between partners. And if you don't use a condom correctly it can offer little to no protection. And lambskin condoms cannot always protect against diseases, since the spaces between the molecules in the condom are big enough to allow some viruses to pass through.
3. Sex/physical interaction shouldn't be talked about. UMMMM....no. Go talk to your partner about your physical life. If you haven't then JEEPERS CREEPERS GO FREAKING DO IT RIGHT NOW. You will improve your relationship, physical life, emotional life, lighten your guilt, and bring out buried feelings. Even if nothing is different post-talk, it will help you both. Sex is Fun did a "sexual inventory" worksheet that I highly recommend to help get those talks started.
4. My partner doesn't want me to touch him/her (Insert body part here). Sometimes partners are less outward with their emotions resulting from physical touch. Ask them! Maybe they get crazy pleasure about it and just don't show it outwardly. And if you haven't, ask them if you can. Do it beforehand, then again in the heat of the moment. They will then have fair warning and will be more comfortable, i.e. More willing to let you do whatever you want.
5. Multiple partner stuff won't happen until later in life. Ummmmm no. There are people looking for a couple to please them, both male and female. Get out and ask around! You'd be surprised!
6. I don't need sex toys right now. Girls and guys, go with your partner to a sex toy store with a budget and talk to an employee. Your first sex toy will probably be a vibrator. If you are just starting out, get the Hitachi Magic Wand. It's durable, flexible, and tried and true. It will last and will not break. It's small, quiet, powerful, and feels really good on your back and privates!
I'll probably think of more later. For now, I've gotta study. MIDI 1 is kicking my butt.
-A.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Friends and Sex- S.
By now, if you are an avid reader of On Sex And Night Skies, then you know that A. and I are very experimental virgins. We have made the choice to not have sex until we are married. But we both love sex! We study it, research facts about it, and we are very informed about the things that are common knowledge, and the things that not so many people know.
A. and I have friends who are not so good about their sex lives. We have friends who will just sleep with anything that has two legs and a pussy/dick. We have friends who think that birth control is just "pulling out." Friends who are very good about birth control. And friends who are the in between.
Common myths about sex:
1. A women can't get pregnant when she is on her period.
Normally, when you are on your period, it means you aren't ovulating. If you are not ovulating, obviously you will not get pregnant. But women who have shorter or more out there cycles can ovulate during their periods.
2. Pulling out is an effective form of birth control.
Well, for those of you who don't know, pulling out is when you are having sex, and the guy pulls his penis out of your vagina or anus before he cums. This doesn't work. You CAN get pregnant even if you just pull out! *gasp*
3. Toothpaste does NOT kill sperm.
No. Toothpaste doesn't kill sperm. A few guys in one of my classes were talking about this. All toothpaste does is irritate the penis, so if you want an irritated, red, itchy penis go ahead and try toothpaste while I sit here and laugh while you discreetly try and itch you cock. Go ahead. Do it. I dare you....
4. A woman can't get pregnant the first time she has sex.
Not true. At all. As soon as a woman has her first menstrual cycle, she WILL ovulate. Remember that quote from the Lindsey Lohan movie, "Mean Girls?" "You will get pregnant, and you will die." Remember that quote? You might not die, but you can get pregnant. It's not impossible, my friends.
5. Douching can prevent pregnancy.
False! Douching with Coca Cola WILL kill sperm, but it can also harm a woman's body, prevent her from ever having the ability to reproduce, and give her a SERIOUSLY painful infection down there. And a funny story to tell the OB-GYN when she has to go there to tell her what's wrong with her lady parts.
One of my friends asked me the other day about pulling out. She was telling me allllll about how her and her guy have amazing sex, and how he gives her sos much pleasure, and that she loves to give him pleasure. When I asked about condoms, birth control, or any of that she said they used none. They are an active couple. They have sex pretty often. He's cum inside her multiple times. And they don't use birth control? Bad decision, people. VERY bad. I cannot help but go all sex-ed on people who do things like this! When I asked her if she was ready for a baby, she told me no. Why would you be having unprotected sex if you do not want a baby??? That's a bad decision, everyone.
For those of you who at least use some form of birth control, I congratulate you and your choice to attempt to wait to procreate into this world. You've made a wise decision my friends. A very wise decision. I commend you.
A. will produce the second part of this tomorrow. More later!!!
-S.
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Stress and Sexy Time... -S.
Lately, as A. said earlier, we've been very stressed due to many reasons. My libido has been off the wall lately, and A.'s has not. Then, I'll become stressed and worried about everything going on. When I don't do when I'm horny like that, I become really tired, and grumpy. So all afternoon, I was like that. I felt distant, I didn't want to do anything, and I couldn't concentrate on anything that was going on.
Now, don't get me wrong. I am NOT blaming A. for this. I'm about to start my period, so my hormones are ALL over the place, and that combined with everything going on already does not mix well at all. Basically, my body is ready for crazy monkey sex, while my heart and mind just need a break, and need some really sweet cuddle time.
A. and I haven't been able to talk on the phone lately, our computers haven't been working, the blog has been out of wack because of technical issues... Everything just seems to be going wrong, and it makes it to where we can't have any chance at intimate time! Sure, we can text, but with my classes, and then homework after, there's no time for me to call him.
Guess what that means?
No phone sex.
No release of these insane hormones!
No time to calm down from the hectic day, and turn it into a sexy, fun, playful night!
Nothing.
And, to add to this, A. just started his classes this morning, so our time is growing ever thinner. The world has not been our friend lately. But, I have a way to stop this! At least... I'm going to try.
Tonight, I'm going to send A. a sexy email, and I'm going to attach some dirty pictures(My webcam has been acting up, so no Skype for us *sad face*). I'm craaaaaving intimate time with him! I want and need that love right now! We both need to let some of this stress go, and we haven't had a way to do that for the past week. So tonight, we will have a way. I'm determined.
Tonight, I am determined to make it a care free night for my boyfriend and I. Is that so much to ask? Just one night? Nope. It's not too much to ask for. Whether the world agrees to it or not, A. and I will have sexy time tonight.
More later tonight. I have to go to class.
-S.
Now, don't get me wrong. I am NOT blaming A. for this. I'm about to start my period, so my hormones are ALL over the place, and that combined with everything going on already does not mix well at all. Basically, my body is ready for crazy monkey sex, while my heart and mind just need a break, and need some really sweet cuddle time.
A. and I haven't been able to talk on the phone lately, our computers haven't been working, the blog has been out of wack because of technical issues... Everything just seems to be going wrong, and it makes it to where we can't have any chance at intimate time! Sure, we can text, but with my classes, and then homework after, there's no time for me to call him.
Guess what that means?
No phone sex.
No release of these insane hormones!
No time to calm down from the hectic day, and turn it into a sexy, fun, playful night!
Nothing.
And, to add to this, A. just started his classes this morning, so our time is growing ever thinner. The world has not been our friend lately. But, I have a way to stop this! At least... I'm going to try.
Tonight, I'm going to send A. a sexy email, and I'm going to attach some dirty pictures(My webcam has been acting up, so no Skype for us *sad face*). I'm craaaaaving intimate time with him! I want and need that love right now! We both need to let some of this stress go, and we haven't had a way to do that for the past week. So tonight, we will have a way. I'm determined.
Tonight, I am determined to make it a care free night for my boyfriend and I. Is that so much to ask? Just one night? Nope. It's not too much to ask for. Whether the world agrees to it or not, A. and I will have sexy time tonight.
More later tonight. I have to go to class.
-S.
AND WE'RE BACK!!!!! -A.
Hello, our beloved interweb friends! We are back online!
Kudos to Blogger for their wonderful tech support. While they weren't fast, they were thorough and did a great job fixing our bugs. Thank you techies!
I will be posting regularly again, now that my computer isn't trying to wage a war with the blog website. S. will be back soon. We're having a stressful time right now. Her father was laid off, school has just started back, her family is throwing fits, and she hasn't been in town for two and a half weeks. And through all this, we haven't had a lot of contact thanks to computer issues and mis-matched schedules.
It's funny how stress has affected our libidos. It's been almost five days without any intimate time for either of us, and usually this would have us drooling for each other. Our main love language is physical touch, and we have opened up our sexuality to each other, meaning that after a certain period of time (usually two days) hormones build up, sex drives boost, and we get revved up non-stop. But this stress has us all out of wack. Our hormones will go crazy then we'll get angry, then we get sad and tired, then revved up again. I'm guessing that our hormones and bodies are ready for release, but with the stress we aren't mentally ready.
We can both get off from mental stimulation. S. will regularly need to take breaks during fantasies, even when she isn't touching herself at all. I've come close also. Since I'm a guy, I needed a stroke or two to finish. I'll be talking about that in a minute too! I've been experimenting a lot.
Without that mental arousal, S. and I can't be horny. It's nearly impossible, since our bond is deeper than just physical. If we just did all this and dated for years and went out to dinner and on dates JUST because we thought the other was hot, then it might. But we genuinely care about the other person. We are in love, and that affects our intimacy. It is deeper than just skin and touch. We love that deep connection that comes with long, intimate touching or fantasies. We are not quickie people. We are marathon people. I'm hoping and praying that these situations work out, so we can go back to being happy together.
Now, my experimenting. I've been wanting to gain sensitivity in my penis. My masturbation and/or edging routine in the past has involved three things: Speed, Grip, Stealth.
I wanted to get in, get off, and get out. I had to teach my body how to delay an orgasm. Now I can last for a while and don't feel that urgency to get off because OH NO I'LL GET CAUGHT or OH MY GOD I'LL BE LATE FOR WORK or I REALLY NEED TO GET TO BED. I can now relax and enjoy my self-pleasure and phone sex. I set aside time at least once a week. I take a bath, get some dark chocolate as a treat, make myself feel good and relaxed, then call S. and we have a mixture of crazy hot and dirty phone sex and sickeningly sweet conversation. We can pause a fantasy and have a conversation in the middle and stay turned on and go right back into the fantasy. The only time this doesn't work is when S. or I starts a very un-sexy conversation, like our families or issues or stuff that worried us or makes us stressed.
So that was a success. Now I'm working on sensitivity. I've been avoiding my actual cock. I've been doing a lot of taint stimulation and anal play, as well as Kegels. I've been doing very little touching, and when I do touch it I use my fingertips and light strokes rather than the monkey grip. It seems to be working. I'll report back on it later.
Now as an apology to you all, I have our first review for On Sex and Night Skies!
Today I'm going to be talking about Astroglide's Astroglide X Premium Silicone Personal Lubricant. I picked up a bottle, and it is my new favorite lube for a few different reasons.
First, performance. It is really concentrated, but still thinner. I did not have to use much at all, which was amazing. A tiny dab on my fingertip would spread across my entire finger. A tiny amount spreads unbelievably far and works soooo well. It feels amazing, and really is smooth. It did not dry up for me even after long play sessions, and stays on whatever you put it on. As long as you use the proper amount, it would not drip or move around. It coats your skin in what feels like microscopic ball bearings. For anal play, again I put a tiny dab on my fingertip an it coated my entire finger and anus, and made the whole experience feel incredibly pleasurable and easy and fun! It stays put in water (Hot tub fun, anyone???) and you really have to wipe it off with a towel.
Second, convenience. It comes in a little 2.5 ounce bottle, and is relatively inconspicuous. I put it in my medicine cabinet, label facing away from door, and no one has even noticed it. The people I live with wouldn't freak out about it, but I wanted to see if they would notice since they're pretty good about noticing stuff like that. Also, the size means it's small enough to be a carry-on item for a plane trip. So convenient.
And the biggie: I found it in Walmart. I bought mine from a pharmacy, but then I saw it in Walmart. That's huge for me! Any teenager looking for lube can now just go to Wally-world and pick it up for around ten bucks. That's so convenient to be able to go to a major, common store chain and be able to pick it up, since a lot more people have access to a Walmart than a sex shop or pharmacy that carries good lubes. It's readily available across America, which gives it the convenience award. It's also less embarrassing. I know Victoria's Secret and other adult stores carry more lubes, sometimes at a better price, but some people may feel embarrassed getting it there (even though those shoppers and store employees see people buy way crazier stuff all the freaking time, and won't bat an eye at a nervous person buying a moderate amount of personal lubricant). At Walmart, you can get bread, eggs, lube... It's much more low-key, less intimidating, and more causal. And more convenient!
So Astroglide X Silicone takes the awards for lubrication for me, thanks to it's solid performance and convenience! Hooray!
-A.
P.S. Astroglide gives out free samples. Just saying.
Kudos to Blogger for their wonderful tech support. While they weren't fast, they were thorough and did a great job fixing our bugs. Thank you techies!
I will be posting regularly again, now that my computer isn't trying to wage a war with the blog website. S. will be back soon. We're having a stressful time right now. Her father was laid off, school has just started back, her family is throwing fits, and she hasn't been in town for two and a half weeks. And through all this, we haven't had a lot of contact thanks to computer issues and mis-matched schedules.
It's funny how stress has affected our libidos. It's been almost five days without any intimate time for either of us, and usually this would have us drooling for each other. Our main love language is physical touch, and we have opened up our sexuality to each other, meaning that after a certain period of time (usually two days) hormones build up, sex drives boost, and we get revved up non-stop. But this stress has us all out of wack. Our hormones will go crazy then we'll get angry, then we get sad and tired, then revved up again. I'm guessing that our hormones and bodies are ready for release, but with the stress we aren't mentally ready.
We can both get off from mental stimulation. S. will regularly need to take breaks during fantasies, even when she isn't touching herself at all. I've come close also. Since I'm a guy, I needed a stroke or two to finish. I'll be talking about that in a minute too! I've been experimenting a lot.
Without that mental arousal, S. and I can't be horny. It's nearly impossible, since our bond is deeper than just physical. If we just did all this and dated for years and went out to dinner and on dates JUST because we thought the other was hot, then it might. But we genuinely care about the other person. We are in love, and that affects our intimacy. It is deeper than just skin and touch. We love that deep connection that comes with long, intimate touching or fantasies. We are not quickie people. We are marathon people. I'm hoping and praying that these situations work out, so we can go back to being happy together.
Now, my experimenting. I've been wanting to gain sensitivity in my penis. My masturbation and/or edging routine in the past has involved three things: Speed, Grip, Stealth.
I wanted to get in, get off, and get out. I had to teach my body how to delay an orgasm. Now I can last for a while and don't feel that urgency to get off because OH NO I'LL GET CAUGHT or OH MY GOD I'LL BE LATE FOR WORK or I REALLY NEED TO GET TO BED. I can now relax and enjoy my self-pleasure and phone sex. I set aside time at least once a week. I take a bath, get some dark chocolate as a treat, make myself feel good and relaxed, then call S. and we have a mixture of crazy hot and dirty phone sex and sickeningly sweet conversation. We can pause a fantasy and have a conversation in the middle and stay turned on and go right back into the fantasy. The only time this doesn't work is when S. or I starts a very un-sexy conversation, like our families or issues or stuff that worried us or makes us stressed.
So that was a success. Now I'm working on sensitivity. I've been avoiding my actual cock. I've been doing a lot of taint stimulation and anal play, as well as Kegels. I've been doing very little touching, and when I do touch it I use my fingertips and light strokes rather than the monkey grip. It seems to be working. I'll report back on it later.
Now as an apology to you all, I have our first review for On Sex and Night Skies!
Today I'm going to be talking about Astroglide's Astroglide X Premium Silicone Personal Lubricant. I picked up a bottle, and it is my new favorite lube for a few different reasons.
First, performance. It is really concentrated, but still thinner. I did not have to use much at all, which was amazing. A tiny dab on my fingertip would spread across my entire finger. A tiny amount spreads unbelievably far and works soooo well. It feels amazing, and really is smooth. It did not dry up for me even after long play sessions, and stays on whatever you put it on. As long as you use the proper amount, it would not drip or move around. It coats your skin in what feels like microscopic ball bearings. For anal play, again I put a tiny dab on my fingertip an it coated my entire finger and anus, and made the whole experience feel incredibly pleasurable and easy and fun! It stays put in water (Hot tub fun, anyone???) and you really have to wipe it off with a towel.
Second, convenience. It comes in a little 2.5 ounce bottle, and is relatively inconspicuous. I put it in my medicine cabinet, label facing away from door, and no one has even noticed it. The people I live with wouldn't freak out about it, but I wanted to see if they would notice since they're pretty good about noticing stuff like that. Also, the size means it's small enough to be a carry-on item for a plane trip. So convenient.
And the biggie: I found it in Walmart. I bought mine from a pharmacy, but then I saw it in Walmart. That's huge for me! Any teenager looking for lube can now just go to Wally-world and pick it up for around ten bucks. That's so convenient to be able to go to a major, common store chain and be able to pick it up, since a lot more people have access to a Walmart than a sex shop or pharmacy that carries good lubes. It's readily available across America, which gives it the convenience award. It's also less embarrassing. I know Victoria's Secret and other adult stores carry more lubes, sometimes at a better price, but some people may feel embarrassed getting it there (even though those shoppers and store employees see people buy way crazier stuff all the freaking time, and won't bat an eye at a nervous person buying a moderate amount of personal lubricant). At Walmart, you can get bread, eggs, lube... It's much more low-key, less intimidating, and more causal. And more convenient!
So Astroglide X Silicone takes the awards for lubrication for me, thanks to it's solid performance and convenience! Hooray!
-A.
P.S. Astroglide gives out free samples. Just saying.
Friday, January 14, 2011
TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES
Our blog has had some technical difficulties that have kept us from posting. Tell you friends that On Sex And Night Skies will be back to daily posts within the week!
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Aphrodisiacs-S.
By now, most of you know what an aphrodisiac is, and what it does to you. But for those of you who don't, here's an explanation:
Aphrodisiacs are most commonly foods, but they can also be scents, and images -Even behavoirs!- That increase sexual desire. It's a big topic between scientists, because some believe this is totally in the mind! That you aren't really being turned on, or more likely to be turned on because of the substance, but because of the thought in your mind that you're SUPPOSED to be turned on. The name "aphrodisiac" is derived from the ancient Greek goddess of love, Aphrodite.
Now, on to the aphrodisiacs themselves!
Food
The visuals from the food themselves is a turn on to some people. Now, there are common aphrodisiacs which give most everyone a sexual desire when being eaten, smelled, and/or looked at. Examples:
Dark chocolate
Oysters
Saffron
Spanish Fly
Celery
Strawberries(that's where the common sexiness of chocolate covered strawberries comes from).
Whipped cream
Honey
Bananas
Asparagus
Tomatoes
And alcohol
Now, certain foods do increase testosterone and estrogen levels. Scientists agree on this. The foods above are all known to do this(with the exception of alcohol. Alcohol creates a false aphrodisiac. Small fact! Did you know that drugs, and alcohol contribute to erectile dysfunction? Yep. They do). The real debate between scientists is whether the foods that have no known chemical in them to put a person in the mood actually IS an aphrodisiac.
Many foods, such as bananas, asparagus, carrots, and avocados are considered aphrodisiacs just because they resemble a cock, or testicles. Oysters resemble a pussy, so they get thrown on the list as well. Interestingly enough, oysters and pine nuts are high in zinc. Zinc is necessary for sperm production. If you ejaculate to often, you can cause later problems in life concerning prostate cancer. If you DO ejaculate a lot(scientists say more than twice a week is far too much), then eating a ton of zinc can repair the damage done.
There are several traditional herbs under study for their aphrodisiac properties and tendencies. Three of them are tribulus, maca, and yohimbe. Any combination of these herbs may be put into capsules and sold as a "natural Viagra." DO. NOT. USE. THESE. Too much yohimbe, a bark from a West African evergreen tree, can kill you. I'm guessing that's not the kind of stiffness most guys are after.
Scents
Vanilla
Strawberry
Fruits, in general, really.
Cinnamon.
Crushed rhino horn
The smell of matches(from a lit candle).
Lime
Flowery scents
Coffee
For those of you that don't know what pheremones are a natural chemical in the body. The release of pheremones can involuntarily change behaviors without the subject even being aware of the chemical's release. Tell me, does the smell of your lover's sweat appeal to you? Does the smell of his/hers lotion, or deoderant, or cologne, or perfume appeal to you? Pheremones.
These scents that turn you on may not turn another person on. The smell of A.'s deoderant.... His sweat... His hair... These are things that turn me on, or prepare me to get in the mood. A. loves my coconut lime lotion. Like. A lot. And we both love the smell of this pumpkin spice bubble bath i have. We took a bubble bath with it when i was in town last. SO much fun.
Jasmine is a popular perfume scent that is an aphrodisiac to both men and women. Lavender is often combined with floral oils, cedar wood, ext. Yland ylang increases libido between lovers, and is considered one of the more powerful aphrodisiacs. Ylang ylang is often combined with jasmine bergamot or rose oil. The overwhelming floral scent of neroli is used for flirtation, while patchouli is a relaxing scent.
Images
A sweaty body
Muscles
Breasts
A Rhino's horn
A tiger penis
A bar of chocolate
Oysters
Most of these are blatantly obvious. A physical aphrodisiac has the tendency of just being something you enjoy to look at, but they're considered it anyway.
Behaviors
Respect
Love
Tenderness
Lusts
Kindness
These are all appealing to pretty much everyone, right? Well, if you were to have a couple sitting in front of you(without them knowing you're there), and they're cuddling, and giving each other sweet kisses, wouldn't you want that from your lover? If they started to become more heated, and make out, and heavy petting, and things that would eventually lead to sex, wouldn't you want that? Do you look for someone who will respect you and love you in relationships? These are considered aphrodisiacs when in reality, it's just human nature.
More later!
-S.
Monday, January 10, 2011
Catch-up And Full Frontal Nudity - A.
Hey Everyone! I apologize for S. and I getting lazy for a little while with our posting. We thought the erotica would buy us some time. But judging by how our page views dropped dramatically, we shouldn't have taken time off. So to make up for it...
S. HAS NOW SEEN ME NAKED!!!! HOORAY!!!
The other night on Skype, we were having some fun (since our schedules had kept us away from intimacy for a little while) and I was in an adventurous mood, and so right before we got off and moved to the phone, I stood up and really slowly pulled down my pants. Then I stroked my cock (which was hard by now) and fondled my balls some. I also turned sideways to show her how long it was. I've recently gained some width, which is always fun! Now, if you were to look at it straight on, it's almost an oval shaped shaft. It's a bit different. Like, it's a big change. It's been round up until now. But now I wield a flat, wide cock. It even looks like it lost some thickness vertically and gained some horizontally. So I wanted to show it off!
I should be honest with you guys, it wasn't all the adventurous mood. I was raised in a VERY conservative household, where any physical interaction was considered taboo. They never addressed sex beyond the "birds and bees", and I never saw my parents be physically affectionate on a regular basis. They drilled it into my head that being physical with a girl was bad, PDA was bad, being turned on by a girl was bad, ect.
I've still been dealing with their conditioning. I have to suppress guilt about some activities S. and I do that I know are okay, and I still feel nervous about ANY PDA. Like, a hug in public? BOOM I'm nervous. And that's not okay.
I've managed to deal with it slightly. It's no longer a constant thing, and I'm working with S. to get rid of this guilt and nervousness entirely. I want to be able to have crazy intimate time with her. I want to get out of bed and see my spunk on her boobs and face and feel awesome, not guilty! If the day ever comes, I want to be able to open the door and let some cute girl in to watch S. and I go at it and her masturbate and feel like a million bucks! I want to fuck S. in every way I want! I want to fantasize about any crazy thing I want to in the shower and not feel bad! I wanna have crazy sex and PDA and have fun and not feel unnecessary guilt. I want to do what I want, be independent with S., and fulfill our desires!
So when we were on Skype, I thought "If I didn't feel any guilt, what would I do right now?"
And the answer was to show her my new cock!
So I did. And it ROCKED. She was totally lust drunk the whole night! She loved seeing it and watching me pleasure myself! And the look in her eyes made me want to keep doing it! I love having that confidence, and I'm hoping to channel that confident energy into the rest of our love life to purge all my feelings of guilt or nervousness.
More tomorrow!
-A.
S. HAS NOW SEEN ME NAKED!!!! HOORAY!!!
The other night on Skype, we were having some fun (since our schedules had kept us away from intimacy for a little while) and I was in an adventurous mood, and so right before we got off and moved to the phone, I stood up and really slowly pulled down my pants. Then I stroked my cock (which was hard by now) and fondled my balls some. I also turned sideways to show her how long it was. I've recently gained some width, which is always fun! Now, if you were to look at it straight on, it's almost an oval shaped shaft. It's a bit different. Like, it's a big change. It's been round up until now. But now I wield a flat, wide cock. It even looks like it lost some thickness vertically and gained some horizontally. So I wanted to show it off!
I should be honest with you guys, it wasn't all the adventurous mood. I was raised in a VERY conservative household, where any physical interaction was considered taboo. They never addressed sex beyond the "birds and bees", and I never saw my parents be physically affectionate on a regular basis. They drilled it into my head that being physical with a girl was bad, PDA was bad, being turned on by a girl was bad, ect.
I've still been dealing with their conditioning. I have to suppress guilt about some activities S. and I do that I know are okay, and I still feel nervous about ANY PDA. Like, a hug in public? BOOM I'm nervous. And that's not okay.
I've managed to deal with it slightly. It's no longer a constant thing, and I'm working with S. to get rid of this guilt and nervousness entirely. I want to be able to have crazy intimate time with her. I want to get out of bed and see my spunk on her boobs and face and feel awesome, not guilty! If the day ever comes, I want to be able to open the door and let some cute girl in to watch S. and I go at it and her masturbate and feel like a million bucks! I want to fuck S. in every way I want! I want to fantasize about any crazy thing I want to in the shower and not feel bad! I wanna have crazy sex and PDA and have fun and not feel unnecessary guilt. I want to do what I want, be independent with S., and fulfill our desires!
So when we were on Skype, I thought "If I didn't feel any guilt, what would I do right now?"
And the answer was to show her my new cock!
So I did. And it ROCKED. She was totally lust drunk the whole night! She loved seeing it and watching me pleasure myself! And the look in her eyes made me want to keep doing it! I love having that confidence, and I'm hoping to channel that confident energy into the rest of our love life to purge all my feelings of guilt or nervousness.
More tomorrow!
-A.
Cherry Red Stilettos (Part Two!) -S.
I wanted Ryan to rub my clit... But I knew he wouldn't do it...
He's not ready for that, yet... I guess I'll just have to help him along...
I put my hand downward, and onto my clitoris... That sensation mixed with Ryan deep inside my pussy was almost unbearable... Almost...
Ryan surprised me... He moved my hand, and in its place, put his!!
He's learning....Good...
Oh my word, Ryan knew how to use his hands... Wow... This is amazing.. I've never felt anything this erotic....
I began to pound him....The bed shook with our movements, but I didn't care what noises it made, all I wanted was Ryan....
I could feel Ryan grow, and pulse inside of me.... He flipped me over, and we clumsily came back together with a kiss.. We fit like two puzzle pieces... He pulled out of me almost all the way, and then came smashing down into me again...
Oh my word.... Do it again....
Do it again!
He obeyed my words, and I'm so glad he did.... This time, he hit my g-spot.... Ryan didn't just do it one time... He did it over and over again... again and again he hit my g-spot....
I want your dick in my ass.... Fuck my ass, Ryan...
That's just what I told him to do... Again, to my surprise he flipped me over and did it! He completely filled my ass.... He pulled me up by my waist, and did me doggy style... I couldn't hold it in much longer... I needed to cum for him... I wanted to...
I pushed my whole body back, and I couldn't stop myself from the tremendous orgasm I had... I could feel him cum from the sounds I made.....
*Ring Ring*
*Ring Ring*
My sister, Jessica just laughed at me. Of course, she and her husband, Jordan were much more advanced in their sex life. She would laugh...
"You should probably try something more advanced! Ryan seems like he would be good at BDSM. Actually, YOU might be a better match for that! The way you told him what to do was pretty hot!!!!" Jessica laughed again.
"Hey, it's not funny! Just because I can't do crazy monkey sex positions with Ryan yet doesn't mean anything!!!"
I laughed as well. It really was kind of funny.
I could tell our time was running short... I looked at the clock- 2:26am. Figures.
"well, here, I'm going to let you head to bed, Jess."
"You sure you aren't going to look up positions you and Ryan actually CAN try???" Jessica giggled.
"Trust me, I will have no problem with that. Good night, Jess. I'll talk to you in a couple of days."
I couldn't hold it in any longer, and I came right as I hung up the phone... Ryan had made a challenge for me. I had to talk to my sister, and tell her all about our night together a few weeks ago while he fucked my ass.... It was so hard not to cum that whole time, so I just let myself cum. I didn't regret it, either. It had been building for a long time!!! I think I deserved it.
"You held it in longer this time, Babe!!" Ryan exclaimed as soon as I could hear again from my orgasm.
"Yeah, but I barely got off the phone with her!!! She probably heard me start!"
"Hey, she would have to admit that she thought it was hot, then!"
"Yeah right. The sound of me having an orgasm isn't hot!"
"You wanna bet?" Ryan said with an evil gleam in his eyes, holding up the new video camera he had gotten just for occasions like this.
"Try me."
-S.
Saturday, January 8, 2011
The Why and How of My Erotica - A.
Hey everyone! You may have noticed that S. and I have been on an Erotica kick this month! I just wanted to talk a bit about why I write it and my process for coming up with it.
I know that this blog is for our own love life. It's meant to share our experiences, as well as tips for safe sex, new things to try with your partner, and how to get yourself out of a monotonous rut in your physical interaction. And if you all have really gone back and read all our posts, you will get a lot of that! We've covered a lot of new experiences and topics. Some of them we haven't covered very well, but we both have planned on re-posting on them later on in our relationship when we have researched more and had more experience. For example, I'm going to be re-posting on titty fucking very soon, because I've learned more about it, how it can be used as a replacement for actual sex, how girls can sexualize their breasts, ect.
We write erotica to give our readers something different. It helps to bring in a sexier atmosphere and to make people more open to reading about/discussing sex. It can also break up some of the monotony of "today S. and I did this over the phone. Yesterday we did this. The day before we did this." It gives it more variety, and variety is the spice of life! Also, our erotica and fantasy-log posts get the most views, and get the most views from out-of-country readers. So people evidently like it, and we're gonna give the people what they want!
I'll be posting on some new experiences from S. and I tomorrow!
Now, when I write erotica, I always try and give it something unique. I try to give it some sort of back story or storyline. S. does also. From an experienced married couple to novice virgins to people in a sexless marriage, we've given some different perspectives.
I try to include realistic scenarios, actions, and ideas. I just now did a google search (to see how much unrealistic erotica is floating around) and found thirty-person orgy erotica, erotica based on the movie Avatar, scuba-diving underwater erotica, and some erotica called "Sex on a train in public". None of these will come true for the majority of the population. Even something as simple as the mile-high club is so hard to fulfill in real life, thanks to overcrowded flights and security measures. Do I like this unrealistic erotica? Oh yeah! It's wonderful to have someone write out that hardcore fantasy you know you'll never fulfill! I read that thirty person erotica, and it was kind of hot! And that Avatar one was well done! There is a large amount of these extreme-scenario, this-probably-won't-happen-to-you-but-it's-so-hot-to-read writings out there. So I focus on a smaller market.
I like erotica that could be true. Sure, some of our erotica seems like everything goes perfectly and no one needs birth control or stumbles in a position, but the scenarios and premises are all more realistic and common. I also try to include some non-sexual parts of life, and little back stories that have nothing to do with the erotica: the husband eating all the cheesecake, having to clean up your mess after you're done playing, ect. It helps the reader relate to it and say "Yeah, I do have to do that!" Or "Yeah, I would totally do that!" It makes the characters more relatable, which makes for some cooler, more immersing reading.
And our erotica is amateur. We are nowhere NEAR professional level with it. It's for fun! We really write it for each other! You all are getting to read our written foreplay! Consider yourself blessed ;)
-A.
I know that this blog is for our own love life. It's meant to share our experiences, as well as tips for safe sex, new things to try with your partner, and how to get yourself out of a monotonous rut in your physical interaction. And if you all have really gone back and read all our posts, you will get a lot of that! We've covered a lot of new experiences and topics. Some of them we haven't covered very well, but we both have planned on re-posting on them later on in our relationship when we have researched more and had more experience. For example, I'm going to be re-posting on titty fucking very soon, because I've learned more about it, how it can be used as a replacement for actual sex, how girls can sexualize their breasts, ect.
We write erotica to give our readers something different. It helps to bring in a sexier atmosphere and to make people more open to reading about/discussing sex. It can also break up some of the monotony of "today S. and I did this over the phone. Yesterday we did this. The day before we did this." It gives it more variety, and variety is the spice of life! Also, our erotica and fantasy-log posts get the most views, and get the most views from out-of-country readers. So people evidently like it, and we're gonna give the people what they want!
I'll be posting on some new experiences from S. and I tomorrow!
Now, when I write erotica, I always try and give it something unique. I try to give it some sort of back story or storyline. S. does also. From an experienced married couple to novice virgins to people in a sexless marriage, we've given some different perspectives.
I try to include realistic scenarios, actions, and ideas. I just now did a google search (to see how much unrealistic erotica is floating around) and found thirty-person orgy erotica, erotica based on the movie Avatar, scuba-diving underwater erotica, and some erotica called "Sex on a train in public". None of these will come true for the majority of the population. Even something as simple as the mile-high club is so hard to fulfill in real life, thanks to overcrowded flights and security measures. Do I like this unrealistic erotica? Oh yeah! It's wonderful to have someone write out that hardcore fantasy you know you'll never fulfill! I read that thirty person erotica, and it was kind of hot! And that Avatar one was well done! There is a large amount of these extreme-scenario, this-probably-won't-happen-to-you-but-it's-so-hot-to-read writings out there. So I focus on a smaller market.
I like erotica that could be true. Sure, some of our erotica seems like everything goes perfectly and no one needs birth control or stumbles in a position, but the scenarios and premises are all more realistic and common. I also try to include some non-sexual parts of life, and little back stories that have nothing to do with the erotica: the husband eating all the cheesecake, having to clean up your mess after you're done playing, ect. It helps the reader relate to it and say "Yeah, I do have to do that!" Or "Yeah, I would totally do that!" It makes the characters more relatable, which makes for some cooler, more immersing reading.
And our erotica is amateur. We are nowhere NEAR professional level with it. It's for fun! We really write it for each other! You all are getting to read our written foreplay! Consider yourself blessed ;)
-A.
Locker Room (Erotica) Part 3 - A.
*Five years after the locker room encounter*
Joel turned over to look at Sophie. He smiled that goofy post-orgasm smile she loved.
"Have fun, honey?"
"Oh yeah," he sighed, "but tomorrow I get to play master."
She giggled. "Okay hun! You've been wanting to be master more often. This'll be the third time this month you've asked."
He shrugged. "I guess I'm learning to be more of a switch. You don't mind, do you?"
She smiled. "Not at all! Now let's get this cleaned up so we can put David to bed soon. I heard that Kings of Leon live at Bonaroo is on Fuse tonight."
He stood, still in a daze. "So was that as good for you as it was for me?! I swear, I cum harder every time you use that butt plug."
She picked it up and put it in the "to be cleaned" box. "Oh yeah! I love seeing that look in your eyes when you're that horny."
He picked up the paddle and cane. "I know! It's almost too much stimulation, but it's so good!"
"Is that why you asked me to slow down and speed up at the same time?" She teased as he hung their special cane on its hook in their closet.
"Lay off!" he laughed, "What if I put that plug in you, licked your clit, penetrated you, and sucked your nipples at the same time? I'm sure you'd say the same thing!"
"But I wouldn't squirm so much!" She giggled.
He picked up the blindfold and put it in their nightstand while she grabbed the dildo from the foot of the bed.
"Where did my harness go?"
He laughed. "I think I may have accidentally thrown it over there."
She followed his finger and nearly fell down with laughter. Sophie's strap-on harness dangled from their lamp in the corner.
"Well, at least I remembered. You know David would try it on!"
"Do you remember when he found your dildo?" Joel asked.
Sophie laughed. "And I came home to him stirring his macaroni and cheese with it?!"
They both laughed at that, then set to cleaning. A schoolgirl outfit was folded and put into a drawer. Some handcuffs were carefully put in the toybox alongside their key. A silk scarf was unknotted.
"So when you're dominating me for a change," Sophie said, "What would you like me to wear?"
"Ummm nothing! Duh!" Joel grinned, "Your body is mine!"
She got a little glassy-eyed at that. "You know, I like being your master, but when you take charge... Whew!"
He winked. "I'm good with all services, ma'am!"
She groaned. Ever since they had that carpenter-housewife all-day role-play, he had been quoting that line. He was so proud of his cheesy-porn-movie-dialogue lines that he came up with. At least she found his dorkiness cute, otherwise that would probably annoy her.
She re-made the bed a little while he cleaned up his semen from the wall.
"How did that get there, exactly?" She asked.
"Babe, I was turned on!"
"No kidding!" She gave him a hug from behind as he scrubbed at the wall with a wet washcloth.
"We can't let it dry next time," He grunted as he worked.
"Okay baby," She smiled.
She put on a bathrobe and knotted it.
"David wants bedtime story from you tonight. He said mine didn't have enough blood or spaceships."
Joel laughed, throwing the washcloth on top of their overflowing laundry.
"He takes after me in that respect!" He faked a tear. "I'm just.... just... so proud of him..."
Sophie laughed. "At least he has a good father who realizes that him and his wife can stand as equals and make it through anything."
He came up and held her in his arms. "Anything," He echoed with a smile.
THE END
-A.
Joel turned over to look at Sophie. He smiled that goofy post-orgasm smile she loved.
"Have fun, honey?"
"Oh yeah," he sighed, "but tomorrow I get to play master."
She giggled. "Okay hun! You've been wanting to be master more often. This'll be the third time this month you've asked."
He shrugged. "I guess I'm learning to be more of a switch. You don't mind, do you?"
She smiled. "Not at all! Now let's get this cleaned up so we can put David to bed soon. I heard that Kings of Leon live at Bonaroo is on Fuse tonight."
He stood, still in a daze. "So was that as good for you as it was for me?! I swear, I cum harder every time you use that butt plug."
She picked it up and put it in the "to be cleaned" box. "Oh yeah! I love seeing that look in your eyes when you're that horny."
He picked up the paddle and cane. "I know! It's almost too much stimulation, but it's so good!"
"Is that why you asked me to slow down and speed up at the same time?" She teased as he hung their special cane on its hook in their closet.
"Lay off!" he laughed, "What if I put that plug in you, licked your clit, penetrated you, and sucked your nipples at the same time? I'm sure you'd say the same thing!"
"But I wouldn't squirm so much!" She giggled.
He picked up the blindfold and put it in their nightstand while she grabbed the dildo from the foot of the bed.
"Where did my harness go?"
He laughed. "I think I may have accidentally thrown it over there."
She followed his finger and nearly fell down with laughter. Sophie's strap-on harness dangled from their lamp in the corner.
"Well, at least I remembered. You know David would try it on!"
"Do you remember when he found your dildo?" Joel asked.
Sophie laughed. "And I came home to him stirring his macaroni and cheese with it?!"
They both laughed at that, then set to cleaning. A schoolgirl outfit was folded and put into a drawer. Some handcuffs were carefully put in the toybox alongside their key. A silk scarf was unknotted.
"So when you're dominating me for a change," Sophie said, "What would you like me to wear?"
"Ummm nothing! Duh!" Joel grinned, "Your body is mine!"
She got a little glassy-eyed at that. "You know, I like being your master, but when you take charge... Whew!"
He winked. "I'm good with all services, ma'am!"
She groaned. Ever since they had that carpenter-housewife all-day role-play, he had been quoting that line. He was so proud of his cheesy-porn-movie-dialogue lines that he came up with. At least she found his dorkiness cute, otherwise that would probably annoy her.
She re-made the bed a little while he cleaned up his semen from the wall.
"How did that get there, exactly?" She asked.
"Babe, I was turned on!"
"No kidding!" She gave him a hug from behind as he scrubbed at the wall with a wet washcloth.
"We can't let it dry next time," He grunted as he worked.
"Okay baby," She smiled.
She put on a bathrobe and knotted it.
"David wants bedtime story from you tonight. He said mine didn't have enough blood or spaceships."
Joel laughed, throwing the washcloth on top of their overflowing laundry.
"He takes after me in that respect!" He faked a tear. "I'm just.... just... so proud of him..."
Sophie laughed. "At least he has a good father who realizes that him and his wife can stand as equals and make it through anything."
He came up and held her in his arms. "Anything," He echoed with a smile.
THE END
-A.
Friday, January 7, 2011
Cherry Red Stilettos (Part One) -S.
*Carly wandered the room...*
I can't wait much longer!!! My fiance, Ryan was on his way over, and I was going to surprise him... I was naked, and had just shaved. My body was sleek, and smooth. I had worked out prior to taking my bubble bath, and shaving my legs, so my whole entire body was toned more than normal. My tiny stomach had a slight six pack, my 32 D cup boobs we more lifted than normal, and my legs, as always were toned. I FELT sexy. I'm AM sexy.
*knock knock knock*
That was him... I walked over, nervous. My heart practically screamed with fight or flight! Wearing nothing but a pair of cherry red stalletos, I strutted to the door.
We're a very vanilla couple. We have missionary sex. Never even had girl-on-top! I love the thought of trying something new.... Ryan has never been to a lingerie store with me! So I just stopped buying lingerie. Ryan never even reacted to me when we DID had sex... When was the last time we had an orgasm...? When was the last time we had even had sex.....?... I can't remember...
So I guess I will have to be the one to take the initiative, and bring our sex life back! And I want to bring it back sexier than ever... I want to be on top.. I want to be kinky, and sexy, and DIRTY.....
I could hear the *click* of my heels on the wood flooring... I opened the door, and watched Ryan process what he was seeing. He looked up and down my naked body, and leaned in to kiss me... he surprised me with the lust I felt in the kiss alone.... I pulled him by the collar inside, and he couldn't have followed faster! I led him to our bed, and pushed him down. The shock on his face was evident. I had never done anything nearly this agressive!!!! It was about to get so much kinkier... He was still on the bed, looking at me with surprise and sex clearly in his eyes...
Only 7 seconds had passed since I pushed him down. We have quite a way to go, darlin'.
I pulled his jeans down his legs, and told him to take his shirt off. How could he not do as he was told with the position he's in????
Mmmm, he's already hard, something I can't even remember... I hadn't realized it had actually been this long since we had had sex!!! Time to catch up, then....
I dragged my body onto the bed, and over his... My sweaty breasts ran over his hard dick, and I began to grind into him as soon as my pussy was on top of his dick... Ryan just sat still... I guess I have to show him how...
I swivel my hips into a figure eight movement over his cock, and felt him grow harder, and longer under me.... I thrusted my hips and before he could stop me, he was inside me... I could feel him grow harder as I grew wetter... I thrusted harder, and he pushed deeper inside me... I could feel him begin to grind into me as well... There you go, Love... I knew you had it in you!
To be continued.....
-S.
I can't wait much longer!!! My fiance, Ryan was on his way over, and I was going to surprise him... I was naked, and had just shaved. My body was sleek, and smooth. I had worked out prior to taking my bubble bath, and shaving my legs, so my whole entire body was toned more than normal. My tiny stomach had a slight six pack, my 32 D cup boobs we more lifted than normal, and my legs, as always were toned. I FELT sexy. I'm AM sexy.
*knock knock knock*
That was him... I walked over, nervous. My heart practically screamed with fight or flight! Wearing nothing but a pair of cherry red stalletos, I strutted to the door.
We're a very vanilla couple. We have missionary sex. Never even had girl-on-top! I love the thought of trying something new.... Ryan has never been to a lingerie store with me! So I just stopped buying lingerie. Ryan never even reacted to me when we DID had sex... When was the last time we had an orgasm...? When was the last time we had even had sex.....?... I can't remember...
So I guess I will have to be the one to take the initiative, and bring our sex life back! And I want to bring it back sexier than ever... I want to be on top.. I want to be kinky, and sexy, and DIRTY.....
I could hear the *click* of my heels on the wood flooring... I opened the door, and watched Ryan process what he was seeing. He looked up and down my naked body, and leaned in to kiss me... he surprised me with the lust I felt in the kiss alone.... I pulled him by the collar inside, and he couldn't have followed faster! I led him to our bed, and pushed him down. The shock on his face was evident. I had never done anything nearly this agressive!!!! It was about to get so much kinkier... He was still on the bed, looking at me with surprise and sex clearly in his eyes...
Only 7 seconds had passed since I pushed him down. We have quite a way to go, darlin'.
I pulled his jeans down his legs, and told him to take his shirt off. How could he not do as he was told with the position he's in????
Mmmm, he's already hard, something I can't even remember... I hadn't realized it had actually been this long since we had had sex!!! Time to catch up, then....
I dragged my body onto the bed, and over his... My sweaty breasts ran over his hard dick, and I began to grind into him as soon as my pussy was on top of his dick... Ryan just sat still... I guess I have to show him how...
I swivel my hips into a figure eight movement over his cock, and felt him grow harder, and longer under me.... I thrusted my hips and before he could stop me, he was inside me... I could feel him grow harder as I grew wetter... I thrusted harder, and he pushed deeper inside me... I could feel him begin to grind into me as well... There you go, Love... I knew you had it in you!
To be continued.....
-S.
Locker Room (Erotica) Part 2 - A.
SOPHIE
Why had he gone? She didn't understand. All her friends called her gorgeous and hot.
She sat down on the bench, still naked, still wet. What now?
She looked down to her necklace. Should she take it off? She had lusted, revealed her body, and tempted that poor nervous boy. She was dirty. She had broken her covenant. And on top of all that, before the kicker came in, she had been masturbating with the vibrator she took from Carol's locker. She had washed it with water and a little bit of soap, but no matter how clean she made it she still took it and used it for a dirty act.
Was it really her fault? She was desperate for release. She hadn't had an orgasm since that dream last summer. Her body went through the day aroused. She felt a strange urge to rub her thighs together when her friends talked about their sexual encounters. It was to the point where even that slight erotic energy that fills a locker room when a bunch of giggling girls are all naked in the shower and goofing around would make her whimper below her breath. Months! Months without release! Curse nature for forcing her to take that vibrator and hold it on her clitoris!
She wanted to feel angry. She thought that she should feel guilty. But she didn't.
She felt warm. And excited! She had made that boy hard in his pants and teased him! The way she moved made him want to kiss her and grab her boobs and butt!
She laughed out loud. She was a sexual being now! Sure, her friends weren't virgins like her, they had kissed more than one boy, they had done some crazy stuff (including a threesome with Michael! She was so intrigued by this), but none of them had ever teased a man like that. She liked it.
In two minutes, Sophie had pushed all those old lessons out of her head. She liked being this new Sophie. The one with curves, with attitude, with drive. She would conquer the kicker. He would be her first boy. He would like that, being the first. She hadn't heard about him in her friend's stories. Maybe he was just as new to this as she was. He did seem to be acting on impulse when he came in.
She stood up. Suddenly her body was on fire, her every move intensified. She needed to catch him before he left. She wanted to run out, but when she started moving she realized she wasn't running. She was walking. And walking differently. She swung her hips, feeling her butt cheeks slide over one another. She made it smooth, so her boobs didn't bounce. She stood up straight and made sure her chest was out. A devilish smile crept over her face. Who was she? She had never imagined herself as being strong. But she felt power flow from her heart out. Her breasts were weapons, her pussy was powerful and enticing. She knew he wanted her. She could keep him as far or as close as she wanted. She was the master now. No more cowardly Sophie. This was a Sophie that was in charge. She owned his arousal.
She strutted down the hall, leaving sex in the air behind her. She saw him exiting the door at the end. Fine. Let the world see her. She was Sophie! She was wanted! And she held power over all of man with this body! Let them see. Those friends who thought they were so experienced would tremble when they saw her and cower, leaving their sexuality at her feet.
Let them see.
JOEL
He was bitterly disappointed. It was cold, and his car was at the end of the now-empty lot. And he had just made a fool of himself. A few flakes of snow fell from the slate-gray sky. Freaking cold. Freaking idiot.
He pulled his bag up closer to him and wished he hadn't sweated through his jacket earlier. He wanted to be warm while running drills, but now he just wanted it for the walk. And for during the wait for his car's ancient heating system to spin to life. Yay. He should be in Sophie's warm arms. But nooooo, she just had to like Michael. Fucking douchebag of a quarterback. Couldn't he toss a few girls to the rest of the team? Over half of them were virgins thanks in no small part to Micahel and his overactive libido. And the fact that all the girls in school seemed to have a quarterback fantasy. Just for once, couldn't some girl chase after him?
"Joel!"
SOPHIE
He had heard her, and she knew he probably recognized her voice. She knew he would turn. She owned him.
He began to turn. He was about fifteen feet away, close enough to see her body. She needed him to see her body. Her words didn't hold as much power as her curves did over him.
JOEL
She was naked. Damn this girl, what did she want?!
Her nipples stood erect in the cold. That alone made him hard again. He felt irritation and powerless to not follow her as she beckoned with her finger. He felt better as she turned and walked, swinging her ass for him. Snowflakes melted on her fiery skin. He wanted her more and more as she led him down the hall to the girl's locker room. He felt like this wasn't going to be like his fantasies. This would be better.
She led him in. He followed. Her ass was wet and shimmered as she swayed it for him.
SOPHIE
That's it... Come, my little puppy dog boy... Follow me.
She swung it more and more for him, tantalizing him with her body. She was having fun with this.
JOEL
She turned and glided into the locker room. He followed helplessly. She was definitely in charge. What had happened? She went from little shy girl to revved up sex fiend in five minutes. Maybe he shouldn't question it. This might be one of those times in life where you just go with the flow. And right now his flow was going to his cock. No surprise.
They stopped in the locker room. She spun, her hair an auburn wave.
"Strip down, kicker."
He did as he was told, feeling a bit embarrassed. Wasn't he supposed to be taking charge here? Wasn't he the one that grabbed her and initiated their kiss? But when the hottest girl alive tells you to strip, you strip.
He felt self-conscious once he was naked. He wasn't really that buff, and while he did have abs he had a tiny bit of fat that made his stomach less six pack-y and more just toned. He had never felt this naked before.
"Come and sit down. What is your name?"
"Joel," he said quietly as he sat.
"Do you like me, Joel?"
"I'm attracted to you, if that's what you mean."
"Good. That's really all I need from you."
Joel was confused. This wasn't like what he thought his first sexual encounter would be like. He had seen porn on the Internet, and in all of those it was so cold and impersonal. This girl was getting into his head, stripping away his defences.
SOPHIE
Joel is a nice name. She stepped a little closer. Now her body was close to his face, and he was eye level with her lower stomach. She could practically feel his heartbeat speed up. You like my pussy, Joel? I'll give you more. But you are here for my arousal.
She started to let her hand wander around her crotch. "Watch me," she whispered. He did as he was told.
She let a finger dip inside. She didn't feel the same urges and vibrations rock her body that she felt when touching her clitoris, but it felt good. And she wanted him to pant. She began to thrust inside, finding a way to hit her clit with her hand when she went in. She kept very still, moaning lightly. She was getting off on his face more than her hand. His eyes were wide, his breath hot and fast. She saw his hand slide towards his penis.
"Stop your hand," Sophie growled. He obeyed. She felt a surge of power and arousal. She was in charge here. She liked it. She felt a slight tinge of fear that he would rebel against her authority, but the thought of him overthrowing her just served to excite her more. She didn't want him to, but the possibility served to add tension to the crowded room.
JOEL
He was horny. His mind was spinning. He loved this.
She stopped touching herself and held out her finger, dripping wet. He licked it nice and clean. The taste made his world rock. He stood up. She grabbed him and held him down. She made him beg. She made him plead. She made him hers.
She let him in. She let him touch her, but the way she wanted. She made him pay attention to her breasts, made him play around with her butt and spanking, made him give her oral as she spread herself and swallowed his face in her cunt.
An hour later, they were still going in the shower.
SOPHIE
She was desperate. She needed release. She wanted Joel.
"Stand still," She ordered. He obeyed, as always.
She began to dance up on him. The water was steaming hot. Her body was boiling up. His body was her pole.
She moved her hips, moaning loudly to make him harder so she could rub her ass on his cock. It worked. She turned around and rubbed against him, feeling his penis glide over her large soft ass cheeks and settle into her ccrevasse. She moaned louder, feeling his head push into her slightly. She wasn't ready for sex, but it felt so good. she spun around and pushed his cock down, so it was pointing downwards. She then stood over it, feeling the top of his cock slide over her lips. She stepped in and kissed him, feeling an orgasm faintly build. Her breasts slid over his chest, building it up more. She began to move her hips in and out, feeling it spread her. That added another level of arousal. She moaned. That release made her closer. She gripped his shoulder, tasted his tongue. Another inch towards satisfaction. She felt her breast with her hand, making him more aroused, which turned her on. Another little step. She needed it.
"Lie down," She panted. He did as he was told.
That was all it took. Him obeying one small command pushed her over the edge. She threw her head back, gabbed her breasts, pulled her nipples straight out, fell to her knees, and screamed as her orgasm ravaged her body.
To Be Continued...
Part 3
-A.
Why had he gone? She didn't understand. All her friends called her gorgeous and hot.
She sat down on the bench, still naked, still wet. What now?
She looked down to her necklace. Should she take it off? She had lusted, revealed her body, and tempted that poor nervous boy. She was dirty. She had broken her covenant. And on top of all that, before the kicker came in, she had been masturbating with the vibrator she took from Carol's locker. She had washed it with water and a little bit of soap, but no matter how clean she made it she still took it and used it for a dirty act.
Was it really her fault? She was desperate for release. She hadn't had an orgasm since that dream last summer. Her body went through the day aroused. She felt a strange urge to rub her thighs together when her friends talked about their sexual encounters. It was to the point where even that slight erotic energy that fills a locker room when a bunch of giggling girls are all naked in the shower and goofing around would make her whimper below her breath. Months! Months without release! Curse nature for forcing her to take that vibrator and hold it on her clitoris!
She wanted to feel angry. She thought that she should feel guilty. But she didn't.
She felt warm. And excited! She had made that boy hard in his pants and teased him! The way she moved made him want to kiss her and grab her boobs and butt!
She laughed out loud. She was a sexual being now! Sure, her friends weren't virgins like her, they had kissed more than one boy, they had done some crazy stuff (including a threesome with Michael! She was so intrigued by this), but none of them had ever teased a man like that. She liked it.
In two minutes, Sophie had pushed all those old lessons out of her head. She liked being this new Sophie. The one with curves, with attitude, with drive. She would conquer the kicker. He would be her first boy. He would like that, being the first. She hadn't heard about him in her friend's stories. Maybe he was just as new to this as she was. He did seem to be acting on impulse when he came in.
She stood up. Suddenly her body was on fire, her every move intensified. She needed to catch him before he left. She wanted to run out, but when she started moving she realized she wasn't running. She was walking. And walking differently. She swung her hips, feeling her butt cheeks slide over one another. She made it smooth, so her boobs didn't bounce. She stood up straight and made sure her chest was out. A devilish smile crept over her face. Who was she? She had never imagined herself as being strong. But she felt power flow from her heart out. Her breasts were weapons, her pussy was powerful and enticing. She knew he wanted her. She could keep him as far or as close as she wanted. She was the master now. No more cowardly Sophie. This was a Sophie that was in charge. She owned his arousal.
She strutted down the hall, leaving sex in the air behind her. She saw him exiting the door at the end. Fine. Let the world see her. She was Sophie! She was wanted! And she held power over all of man with this body! Let them see. Those friends who thought they were so experienced would tremble when they saw her and cower, leaving their sexuality at her feet.
Let them see.
JOEL
He was bitterly disappointed. It was cold, and his car was at the end of the now-empty lot. And he had just made a fool of himself. A few flakes of snow fell from the slate-gray sky. Freaking cold. Freaking idiot.
He pulled his bag up closer to him and wished he hadn't sweated through his jacket earlier. He wanted to be warm while running drills, but now he just wanted it for the walk. And for during the wait for his car's ancient heating system to spin to life. Yay. He should be in Sophie's warm arms. But nooooo, she just had to like Michael. Fucking douchebag of a quarterback. Couldn't he toss a few girls to the rest of the team? Over half of them were virgins thanks in no small part to Micahel and his overactive libido. And the fact that all the girls in school seemed to have a quarterback fantasy. Just for once, couldn't some girl chase after him?
"Joel!"
SOPHIE
He had heard her, and she knew he probably recognized her voice. She knew he would turn. She owned him.
He began to turn. He was about fifteen feet away, close enough to see her body. She needed him to see her body. Her words didn't hold as much power as her curves did over him.
JOEL
She was naked. Damn this girl, what did she want?!
Her nipples stood erect in the cold. That alone made him hard again. He felt irritation and powerless to not follow her as she beckoned with her finger. He felt better as she turned and walked, swinging her ass for him. Snowflakes melted on her fiery skin. He wanted her more and more as she led him down the hall to the girl's locker room. He felt like this wasn't going to be like his fantasies. This would be better.
She led him in. He followed. Her ass was wet and shimmered as she swayed it for him.
SOPHIE
That's it... Come, my little puppy dog boy... Follow me.
She swung it more and more for him, tantalizing him with her body. She was having fun with this.
JOEL
She turned and glided into the locker room. He followed helplessly. She was definitely in charge. What had happened? She went from little shy girl to revved up sex fiend in five minutes. Maybe he shouldn't question it. This might be one of those times in life where you just go with the flow. And right now his flow was going to his cock. No surprise.
They stopped in the locker room. She spun, her hair an auburn wave.
"Strip down, kicker."
He did as he was told, feeling a bit embarrassed. Wasn't he supposed to be taking charge here? Wasn't he the one that grabbed her and initiated their kiss? But when the hottest girl alive tells you to strip, you strip.
He felt self-conscious once he was naked. He wasn't really that buff, and while he did have abs he had a tiny bit of fat that made his stomach less six pack-y and more just toned. He had never felt this naked before.
"Come and sit down. What is your name?"
"Joel," he said quietly as he sat.
"Do you like me, Joel?"
"I'm attracted to you, if that's what you mean."
"Good. That's really all I need from you."
Joel was confused. This wasn't like what he thought his first sexual encounter would be like. He had seen porn on the Internet, and in all of those it was so cold and impersonal. This girl was getting into his head, stripping away his defences.
SOPHIE
Joel is a nice name. She stepped a little closer. Now her body was close to his face, and he was eye level with her lower stomach. She could practically feel his heartbeat speed up. You like my pussy, Joel? I'll give you more. But you are here for my arousal.
She started to let her hand wander around her crotch. "Watch me," she whispered. He did as he was told.
She let a finger dip inside. She didn't feel the same urges and vibrations rock her body that she felt when touching her clitoris, but it felt good. And she wanted him to pant. She began to thrust inside, finding a way to hit her clit with her hand when she went in. She kept very still, moaning lightly. She was getting off on his face more than her hand. His eyes were wide, his breath hot and fast. She saw his hand slide towards his penis.
"Stop your hand," Sophie growled. He obeyed. She felt a surge of power and arousal. She was in charge here. She liked it. She felt a slight tinge of fear that he would rebel against her authority, but the thought of him overthrowing her just served to excite her more. She didn't want him to, but the possibility served to add tension to the crowded room.
JOEL
He was horny. His mind was spinning. He loved this.
She stopped touching herself and held out her finger, dripping wet. He licked it nice and clean. The taste made his world rock. He stood up. She grabbed him and held him down. She made him beg. She made him plead. She made him hers.
She let him in. She let him touch her, but the way she wanted. She made him pay attention to her breasts, made him play around with her butt and spanking, made him give her oral as she spread herself and swallowed his face in her cunt.
An hour later, they were still going in the shower.
SOPHIE
She was desperate. She needed release. She wanted Joel.
"Stand still," She ordered. He obeyed, as always.
She began to dance up on him. The water was steaming hot. Her body was boiling up. His body was her pole.
She moved her hips, moaning loudly to make him harder so she could rub her ass on his cock. It worked. She turned around and rubbed against him, feeling his penis glide over her large soft ass cheeks and settle into her ccrevasse. She moaned louder, feeling his head push into her slightly. She wasn't ready for sex, but it felt so good. she spun around and pushed his cock down, so it was pointing downwards. She then stood over it, feeling the top of his cock slide over her lips. She stepped in and kissed him, feeling an orgasm faintly build. Her breasts slid over his chest, building it up more. She began to move her hips in and out, feeling it spread her. That added another level of arousal. She moaned. That release made her closer. She gripped his shoulder, tasted his tongue. Another inch towards satisfaction. She felt her breast with her hand, making him more aroused, which turned her on. Another little step. She needed it.
"Lie down," She panted. He did as he was told.
That was all it took. Him obeying one small command pushed her over the edge. She threw her head back, gabbed her breasts, pulled her nipples straight out, fell to her knees, and screamed as her orgasm ravaged her body.
To Be Continued...
Part 3
-A.
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Locker Room (Erotica) Part 1 - A.
JOEL
Joel was irritated. He pulled off his pads and throws them in the pile in the corner of the room. He spins his lock and pulls his phone out to check it. 0 messages. Figures.
The locker room is mostly quiet. A few muttered questions and answers are the only conversation. The coach had already done his work. He came in, yelled at the team, raved about how they were a bunch of pussies for making it all this way just to lose by 18 points in the play-offs, insulted them, their breeding, their masculinity, and their general well being. Then he slammed the door, and no one has talked since. It's not that the team even cares about what the coach says. They all have decided that he's overcompensating for some past football game where he didn't get put in. Everyone just kind of ignores him and his testosterone-fueled rants. Right now they were silent out of that bitter taste of disappointment. It's not easy to fight your way through much larger teams, then to walk out onto the field under the cold autumn gray skies and see a team four times their size. They matched them in talent, but at about halftime it was apparent that they would win. Joel and his teammates were twenty-four strong. They couldn't put in fresh players. The other team could. They were 7-7 until then. But after halftime, it was no contest. With rested, excited players, the other team was unstoppable.
Joel pulled off his shirt and pants and headed to the shower. Guys were starting to file out of the locker room. He lathered up his hair and body and let the cool water run over his shoulders. Even he got beat up this time. Aren't kickers supposed to have it a bit easy when it comes to getting hit?
He rinsed off and went to his locker to grab a pair of sweatpants and a white t-shirt. He pulled on the sweats and waved as the only other guy departed, heavy bag on his back. Joel closed his locker, spun the lock, and slipped his phone into his pocket. Time to head back to his crappy Cadillac sidewalk surfer and drive home through this one-horse town.
As he walked through the hall, he heard someone singing. And just one voice. Coming from the girl's locker room. Wait a minute...
He put his ear to the door. It sounded like she was alone. In the girl's locker room.
Just those words "girl's locker room" made him a little harder in his pants. How many times had he fantasized about that? How many times had he imagined it as the oasis of milk and honey in this middle-of-nowhere town? He always pictured it as a place where girls walked around naked, examining their perfect bodies in the mirrors. And especially their cheerleaders. With seven members they wouldn't win any awards and with those stifling unrevealing outfits they weren't always masturbation fodder. But the girls in the outfits... now that was a different story.
Do I dare? he thought. His hand was already on the knob, and as he thought through whether he should or not he opened the door and stepped in.
And then had a full on erection. It was Sophie. Oh my god...
There she was with her back to him. This couldn't be happening.
For one, Sophie was HOT. She had olive skin, brown hair, big green eyes, some little freckles across her nose, a flat toned stomach... And she developed early, so she had MASSIVE breasts. She often complained about then to her friends, who would all reassure her that if they had her tits they wouldn't dare to complain. She also had the biggest, roundest butt Joel had ever seen on a girl. So she had a SERIOUS hourglass figure.
But then she turned, and he saw her crucifix on her neck. Craaaaap. She was the conservative girl in the school. She wore turtlenecks and pants that weren't flattering. She was a proud virgin and never dated. She seemed afraid of guys. And the crucifix still on her neck meant nothing had changed.
And now he was in the locker room with her. And she saw him. She spun, and his heart sped up as he saw her clutch a vibrator tighter with her left hand. Her breasts filled out her lacy white bra quite well, and her panties were around her ankles. She covered her crotch with one hand and looked him up and down in shock.
SOPHIE
Sophie's mind was racing. The boy just stood there staring with a blank expression. What do I do what do I do what do I do?!?! Okay, calm down. Get panties up. She bent over and pulled them to my waist with as much efficiency as she could muster. Oh my god, the vibrator! She tried to casually flip my wrist and throw it into my open locker behind me, but it hit the closed locker to the left and fell to the ground, still buzzing. She left it and faced the kicker. What was his name? Wait.... WHY THE HELL ARE YOU IN HERE?!?!
He flinched. Whoops. Sophie didn't realize she said that out loud. She cleared her throat.
"Why are you in here?"
He looked distinctly uncomfortable, going between staring at her body and the floor.
"I heard you singing."
"And that merited you coming in here?!"
"I thought it sounded nice. And I was hoping you'd be naked."
He looked up at her as she looked away. She caught a glimpse of his face. He looked even more embarrassed than her. And as she looked down she was horrified. Her session with the vibrator had left a small wet spot on her panties. And with the kicker's comment it had grown. NO. That shouldn't happen! She shouldn't lust! But she already was using a vibrator. She had lusted over her own body. Was it so bad if she accepted a compliment? But she hadn't! He had forced it on her.... but she liked it?
Sophie blinked and shut off her brain. It was going in circles and right now she needed to focus. She could feel guilty later. Right now she needed to figure out what to do about the boy... Staring at her body.... that bulge in his pants.... NO! LATER! Focus, girl!
JOEL
She just stood there. That goddess of a girl just stood staring. Her vibrator buzzed away on the floor. He pulled his phone out and checked the time. It had been a good ten minutes. He was waiting for her to make a move. Maybe he would have to be the one.
He stepped closer. She stepped back. He took another. She stepped back. Two more steps towards her, two more steps away from him.
He bent down, picked up the vibrator, and clicked the little egg off. Silence set in.
He held it out to her. She took it carefully, no expression on her face. He watched her as she put it back in her locker, taking longer for each small action than she should. Her butt stuck out, and he had the urge to grab it.
So he did.
He froze. She froze. He massaged it a tiny bit then let go. She stood back up and turned to him, her arms covering her body as much as she could.
"In kind of embarrassed," He said, "I was hoping that one of the more... easy girls was here."
Then he blushed. "But not that I didn't want you to be here! I just was hoping to finally experience the girl's locker room, and.... I mean, you're hotter than them.... I mean prettier!!!! And not that your friends are sluts, they're just easy hook ups.... NOT that their whores! I mean.... I just meant... I..."
He shut up.
SOPHIE
She felt better now. He was obviously uncomfortable. She was too, but more at ease. His shaky voice was kind of cute. It was obvious that she had power over him. She felt excited. She felt wrong. She felt dirty. She felt like those whores she called friends that she judged all day and night.
So what did she do? As she thought, her arms fell to her sides.
JOEL
She was lowering her arms. She wanted him to see! He stepped towards her, and she didn't move back. He was a few inches away. She looked him in the eye. Her lips parted. He stepped into her. His lips were on hers. His hands were on her breasts. Then they both froze.
SOPHIE
She couldn't move. His body crushed her, his lips filled her mouth with a watery taste. She liked it. She shouldn't like it. She wanted him. She was afraid. She couldn't breathe.
She pushed him away, shivering as she felt his large arms. She felt a really big, embarrassing wet spot on herself. She liked it. She hoped he would look.
He came away from her and stepped back. He looked like a scolded puppy.
"I.... I like Michael.... Not you...."
His shoulders slumped.
JOEL
Of course. The quarterback. Every cheerleader's fantasy. Figures. The skinny kicker gets nothing. The beefy quarterback gets laid every weekend. He's even had two girls at once, something Joel can't even imagine. Joel can't even tell this one girl that he'd like to do some more. All he can do is take one last look down that drool-enticing body and turn to walk out the door. He pauses for one last look back. Sophie is naked.
SOPHIE
He couldn't leave. She needed him. She didn't know why. She knew she had curves. She knew her breasts made other girls want to feel her and other guys want to kiss her. She had to stop him from leaving. Undressing seemed to be the only thing to do. She couldn't speak. She didn't want to open her mouth or his taste might go away.
JOEL
He must be imagining. He was tired, beaten, bruised. It was time for him to go. He turned and walked out into the hallway. Time to go...
To Be Continued...
Part Two
-A.
Joel was irritated. He pulled off his pads and throws them in the pile in the corner of the room. He spins his lock and pulls his phone out to check it. 0 messages. Figures.
The locker room is mostly quiet. A few muttered questions and answers are the only conversation. The coach had already done his work. He came in, yelled at the team, raved about how they were a bunch of pussies for making it all this way just to lose by 18 points in the play-offs, insulted them, their breeding, their masculinity, and their general well being. Then he slammed the door, and no one has talked since. It's not that the team even cares about what the coach says. They all have decided that he's overcompensating for some past football game where he didn't get put in. Everyone just kind of ignores him and his testosterone-fueled rants. Right now they were silent out of that bitter taste of disappointment. It's not easy to fight your way through much larger teams, then to walk out onto the field under the cold autumn gray skies and see a team four times their size. They matched them in talent, but at about halftime it was apparent that they would win. Joel and his teammates were twenty-four strong. They couldn't put in fresh players. The other team could. They were 7-7 until then. But after halftime, it was no contest. With rested, excited players, the other team was unstoppable.
Joel pulled off his shirt and pants and headed to the shower. Guys were starting to file out of the locker room. He lathered up his hair and body and let the cool water run over his shoulders. Even he got beat up this time. Aren't kickers supposed to have it a bit easy when it comes to getting hit?
He rinsed off and went to his locker to grab a pair of sweatpants and a white t-shirt. He pulled on the sweats and waved as the only other guy departed, heavy bag on his back. Joel closed his locker, spun the lock, and slipped his phone into his pocket. Time to head back to his crappy Cadillac sidewalk surfer and drive home through this one-horse town.
As he walked through the hall, he heard someone singing. And just one voice. Coming from the girl's locker room. Wait a minute...
He put his ear to the door. It sounded like she was alone. In the girl's locker room.
Just those words "girl's locker room" made him a little harder in his pants. How many times had he fantasized about that? How many times had he imagined it as the oasis of milk and honey in this middle-of-nowhere town? He always pictured it as a place where girls walked around naked, examining their perfect bodies in the mirrors. And especially their cheerleaders. With seven members they wouldn't win any awards and with those stifling unrevealing outfits they weren't always masturbation fodder. But the girls in the outfits... now that was a different story.
Do I dare? he thought. His hand was already on the knob, and as he thought through whether he should or not he opened the door and stepped in.
And then had a full on erection. It was Sophie. Oh my god...
There she was with her back to him. This couldn't be happening.
For one, Sophie was HOT. She had olive skin, brown hair, big green eyes, some little freckles across her nose, a flat toned stomach... And she developed early, so she had MASSIVE breasts. She often complained about then to her friends, who would all reassure her that if they had her tits they wouldn't dare to complain. She also had the biggest, roundest butt Joel had ever seen on a girl. So she had a SERIOUS hourglass figure.
But then she turned, and he saw her crucifix on her neck. Craaaaap. She was the conservative girl in the school. She wore turtlenecks and pants that weren't flattering. She was a proud virgin and never dated. She seemed afraid of guys. And the crucifix still on her neck meant nothing had changed.
And now he was in the locker room with her. And she saw him. She spun, and his heart sped up as he saw her clutch a vibrator tighter with her left hand. Her breasts filled out her lacy white bra quite well, and her panties were around her ankles. She covered her crotch with one hand and looked him up and down in shock.
SOPHIE
Sophie's mind was racing. The boy just stood there staring with a blank expression. What do I do what do I do what do I do?!?! Okay, calm down. Get panties up. She bent over and pulled them to my waist with as much efficiency as she could muster. Oh my god, the vibrator! She tried to casually flip my wrist and throw it into my open locker behind me, but it hit the closed locker to the left and fell to the ground, still buzzing. She left it and faced the kicker. What was his name? Wait.... WHY THE HELL ARE YOU IN HERE?!?!
He flinched. Whoops. Sophie didn't realize she said that out loud. She cleared her throat.
"Why are you in here?"
He looked distinctly uncomfortable, going between staring at her body and the floor.
"I heard you singing."
"And that merited you coming in here?!"
"I thought it sounded nice. And I was hoping you'd be naked."
He looked up at her as she looked away. She caught a glimpse of his face. He looked even more embarrassed than her. And as she looked down she was horrified. Her session with the vibrator had left a small wet spot on her panties. And with the kicker's comment it had grown. NO. That shouldn't happen! She shouldn't lust! But she already was using a vibrator. She had lusted over her own body. Was it so bad if she accepted a compliment? But she hadn't! He had forced it on her.... but she liked it?
Sophie blinked and shut off her brain. It was going in circles and right now she needed to focus. She could feel guilty later. Right now she needed to figure out what to do about the boy... Staring at her body.... that bulge in his pants.... NO! LATER! Focus, girl!
JOEL
She just stood there. That goddess of a girl just stood staring. Her vibrator buzzed away on the floor. He pulled his phone out and checked the time. It had been a good ten minutes. He was waiting for her to make a move. Maybe he would have to be the one.
He stepped closer. She stepped back. He took another. She stepped back. Two more steps towards her, two more steps away from him.
He bent down, picked up the vibrator, and clicked the little egg off. Silence set in.
He held it out to her. She took it carefully, no expression on her face. He watched her as she put it back in her locker, taking longer for each small action than she should. Her butt stuck out, and he had the urge to grab it.
So he did.
He froze. She froze. He massaged it a tiny bit then let go. She stood back up and turned to him, her arms covering her body as much as she could.
"In kind of embarrassed," He said, "I was hoping that one of the more... easy girls was here."
Then he blushed. "But not that I didn't want you to be here! I just was hoping to finally experience the girl's locker room, and.... I mean, you're hotter than them.... I mean prettier!!!! And not that your friends are sluts, they're just easy hook ups.... NOT that their whores! I mean.... I just meant... I..."
He shut up.
SOPHIE
She felt better now. He was obviously uncomfortable. She was too, but more at ease. His shaky voice was kind of cute. It was obvious that she had power over him. She felt excited. She felt wrong. She felt dirty. She felt like those whores she called friends that she judged all day and night.
So what did she do? As she thought, her arms fell to her sides.
JOEL
She was lowering her arms. She wanted him to see! He stepped towards her, and she didn't move back. He was a few inches away. She looked him in the eye. Her lips parted. He stepped into her. His lips were on hers. His hands were on her breasts. Then they both froze.
SOPHIE
She couldn't move. His body crushed her, his lips filled her mouth with a watery taste. She liked it. She shouldn't like it. She wanted him. She was afraid. She couldn't breathe.
She pushed him away, shivering as she felt his large arms. She felt a really big, embarrassing wet spot on herself. She liked it. She hoped he would look.
He came away from her and stepped back. He looked like a scolded puppy.
"I.... I like Michael.... Not you...."
His shoulders slumped.
JOEL
Of course. The quarterback. Every cheerleader's fantasy. Figures. The skinny kicker gets nothing. The beefy quarterback gets laid every weekend. He's even had two girls at once, something Joel can't even imagine. Joel can't even tell this one girl that he'd like to do some more. All he can do is take one last look down that drool-enticing body and turn to walk out the door. He pauses for one last look back. Sophie is naked.
SOPHIE
He couldn't leave. She needed him. She didn't know why. She knew she had curves. She knew her breasts made other girls want to feel her and other guys want to kiss her. She had to stop him from leaving. Undressing seemed to be the only thing to do. She couldn't speak. She didn't want to open her mouth or his taste might go away.
JOEL
He must be imagining. He was tired, beaten, bruised. It was time for him to go. He turned and walked out into the hallway. Time to go...
To Be Continued...
Part Two
-A.
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Music in Bed (Short) - A.
So I have writers block and almost everything I've tried to type up has been crap so far. So I'm going to briefly address some easy topic and then log off and wait for tonight and hope that an open mic night can spark some inspiration.
Next time you are in the bedroom having sex, try turning on some music. And try some music that isn't standard "sexy soundtrack" fodder. Try some softer acoustic music. Maybe try some hip hop if that isn't your scene. Maybe if you've been conservative and tried music with nice romantic lyrics, try some sexually explicit pop or hip hop.
What I'm saying is that music can help fill in the empty sound in the bedroom, and make you feel even sexier, like it's a porno. And try out some totally different music if you already use it =)
I'll try to post more later to make up for this sad excuse for a post. I'm blaming it on a lack of coffee.
Next time you are in the bedroom having sex, try turning on some music. And try some music that isn't standard "sexy soundtrack" fodder. Try some softer acoustic music. Maybe try some hip hop if that isn't your scene. Maybe if you've been conservative and tried music with nice romantic lyrics, try some sexually explicit pop or hip hop.
What I'm saying is that music can help fill in the empty sound in the bedroom, and make you feel even sexier, like it's a porno. And try out some totally different music if you already use it =)
I'll try to post more later to make up for this sad excuse for a post. I'm blaming it on a lack of coffee.
Date Night(Erotica!) -S.
Tonight is date night with S. She's been taking a while to get ready, and normally she doesn't take this long. We're just going out to dinner! It shouldn't take this long to get ready to just go out to dinner!!! I can hear drawers opening in our master bathroom, and in our dresser. I hear the click of heels on the floor, and then, the heels being taken off, and dropped on the ground. It's never taken S. this long to decide what to wear before!!! What gives! And of course, she won't let me in the room when she gets ready for date night. She never has. She wants to surprise me(which i must admit, is kinda cute).
Finally, just I am getting ready to insist on me coming in to see what's going on, I'm allowed in... S. has set out candles all over the room... It smells of vanilla and sex already... There are rose petals all over the ground... All over a gold comforter I've never seen before... The pillows, and the curtains are new too... They're blood red, and made of what looks like satin... S. is standing in the doorway of our master bathroom. I look her up and down...
S. has on a sexy little black and red corset that just barely covers her boobs, and her pussy... She has on jet black spiked high heels...I look past her, and into the bathroom, as the smell of vanilla grows stronger... More candles, and a bubble bath are set up waiting for us... The bubbles are practically over-flowing... This will be fun.
S. tells me to strip down(and honestly, how can i resist when she's dressed like that???). I couldn't get my clothes off fast enough... While in the process of ripping my underwear off of myself, S. told me to stop.. She came over with a sexy little strut... She pulled my underwear down with her teeth, and gave me oral right then and there... I wanted to come so bad... She was moaning my name, and giving me the most evil of smiles... S. had this planned all along. This was no spur of the moment kind of thing... This took planning...
S. stood up again, and told me that we were going to fuck each other all night... We were going to take a bath, and fuck each other in the bath... We were going to fuck each other all over our new sheets, and comforters... We were going to fuck until we couldn't anymore....
I looked at the clock...
10pm
The movie we were going to see already started, but i didn't care about if Angelina Jolie was going to save the world, or if Tom Cruise was going to kill someone... I just wanted S....
S. pulled me to the bed, and told me to give her pleasure... I wanted to do anything to hear her moan again... I ripped the flimsy corset-like lingerie from her body and instantly went down on her... I could feel her begin to swell in my mouth... Man, her pussy is hott... She pulled me by my hair up to her again, and told me to fuck her as hard as i could.. I did it...
12:30am
S. and i are in the bath tub... I'm pinching her nipples, and fucking her sexy ass...
2:47am
We can't stop cumming.... This all feels so amazing....
4:22am
S. falls asleep from a oiled massage from me...
She looked beautiful laying there......
We need more nights like this for sure.
-S.
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
My First Hand Job- A.
PLEASE NOTE: This post has a bunch of rambling paragraphs that lead up to the sexy stuff. If you want to just get to the sexy, I'll put a little note in when it's about to start. For the rest of you patient people, read on.
Here's a little bit of info: the premise for the Cheesecake Erotica was based off of real events. I do volunteer for the rugrats (i.e. middle schoolers) and the puberties (i.e. the high schoolers) at my church. I lead the worship ministry for the kids (which mainly consists of showing them how to play some simple chords and explaining what true worship is. When you start to dig into it, it's not just a bunch of boring songs and hymns sung by mediocre singers and songwriters). And I volunteer for some of the special events. One of the events I frequently help with is lock ins, which is where we basically have a sleepover for the kids at the youth building. They get to have a talent show and scavenger hunt and watch movies that we wouldn't ordinarily show in a "nice, pure, house of The Lord." Ya know, Avatar, Ninja Assasin, Sigur Ros's "Heima". Things like that. And we do many many MANY fun and exciting activities at paintball courses, mini-golf places, bowling alleys, laser tag, ect.
These are very tiring. All the adults (a minimum of ten people over 18) must stay up all night to keep watch and corral the kids. And as one of the younger and more fit adults, I participate in some of the more taxing events. For 16-18 hours. Overnight. Without sleep. After a long day.
So naturally I love it. It's great fun! And I love to see the look on the kid's faces when they leave. They're tired but very happy, which is heartwarming. I volunteered for one last week, when S. was in town. That way, I could stop by and crash at her place.
So I went to the church and set everything up and turned on the lights and blah blah blah talent show blah blah blah cleaned up popcorn blah blah blah movie blah blah driving blah blah S.'s place.
So I went into her room and tried to fall asleep in her bed with her. Note "tried". I really was too tired to get comfortable in any position. And she wasn't wearing a bra, and was wearing one of those soft, low cut shirts, and her boobs were plump, so every time I closed my eyes I was like "BUT THERE'S BOOBS RIGHT THERE! I WANT BOOBIES!" So that added to my insomnia. But in a good way.
So I was really tired. I woke back up after and hour or so and just spent most of the day kinda tired. S. and I ran some errands and such. Then in the afternoon we took a nap.
SEXY
STUFF!!!!
So we went into her bed and lied down, and after a while she woke me up. In her sleep, she was feeling around my waistband. Now, I thought I was still asleep, so I was like "Oh, this is gonna be a sexy dream!" So I kinda shifted and it woke her up, and within 30 seconds I had my pants undone and my boxers down and my cock out and I had S. rubbing it. I was sitting there thinking "Man, this dream is slower than normal but it feels so good!"
This went on for some time. She did a really good job! She would alternate between stroking my shaft, massaging the tip, and (something I LOVED)touching my inner thighs and balls. SOOOOO GOOOOD.
I also would love it when she would alternate between hard, firm strokes and soft little brushes with the tips of her fingers.
My favorite thing was when she had one hand stroking me sort of softly (not too hard) and the other wandering over my inner thighs, pelvic area, and balls. My whole hip area, really. But it would almost tickle, but give me intense arousal. I couldn't cum from it alone, but it added to my arousal and gave me a sensation that was almost too intense. It was right on the edge of what I could handle without having her move away. So strangely enough, my balls and pelvic area and thighs are just as sensitive as the tip of my cock, but in a different way. I doubt I could orgasm from it though. I'm envious of those guys who can orgasm from it. And God willing, I will be able to able someday! For now, I won't worry about it and enjoy my amazing sensations!
-A.
Here's a little bit of info: the premise for the Cheesecake Erotica was based off of real events. I do volunteer for the rugrats (i.e. middle schoolers) and the puberties (i.e. the high schoolers) at my church. I lead the worship ministry for the kids (which mainly consists of showing them how to play some simple chords and explaining what true worship is. When you start to dig into it, it's not just a bunch of boring songs and hymns sung by mediocre singers and songwriters). And I volunteer for some of the special events. One of the events I frequently help with is lock ins, which is where we basically have a sleepover for the kids at the youth building. They get to have a talent show and scavenger hunt and watch movies that we wouldn't ordinarily show in a "nice, pure, house of The Lord." Ya know, Avatar, Ninja Assasin, Sigur Ros's "Heima". Things like that. And we do many many MANY fun and exciting activities at paintball courses, mini-golf places, bowling alleys, laser tag, ect.
These are very tiring. All the adults (a minimum of ten people over 18) must stay up all night to keep watch and corral the kids. And as one of the younger and more fit adults, I participate in some of the more taxing events. For 16-18 hours. Overnight. Without sleep. After a long day.
So naturally I love it. It's great fun! And I love to see the look on the kid's faces when they leave. They're tired but very happy, which is heartwarming. I volunteered for one last week, when S. was in town. That way, I could stop by and crash at her place.
So I went to the church and set everything up and turned on the lights and blah blah blah talent show blah blah blah cleaned up popcorn blah blah blah movie blah blah driving blah blah S.'s place.
So I went into her room and tried to fall asleep in her bed with her. Note "tried". I really was too tired to get comfortable in any position. And she wasn't wearing a bra, and was wearing one of those soft, low cut shirts, and her boobs were plump, so every time I closed my eyes I was like "BUT THERE'S BOOBS RIGHT THERE! I WANT BOOBIES!" So that added to my insomnia. But in a good way.
So I was really tired. I woke back up after and hour or so and just spent most of the day kinda tired. S. and I ran some errands and such. Then in the afternoon we took a nap.
SEXY
STUFF!!!!
So we went into her bed and lied down, and after a while she woke me up. In her sleep, she was feeling around my waistband. Now, I thought I was still asleep, so I was like "Oh, this is gonna be a sexy dream!" So I kinda shifted and it woke her up, and within 30 seconds I had my pants undone and my boxers down and my cock out and I had S. rubbing it. I was sitting there thinking "Man, this dream is slower than normal but it feels so good!"
This went on for some time. She did a really good job! She would alternate between stroking my shaft, massaging the tip, and (something I LOVED)touching my inner thighs and balls. SOOOOO GOOOOD.
I also would love it when she would alternate between hard, firm strokes and soft little brushes with the tips of her fingers.
My favorite thing was when she had one hand stroking me sort of softly (not too hard) and the other wandering over my inner thighs, pelvic area, and balls. My whole hip area, really. But it would almost tickle, but give me intense arousal. I couldn't cum from it alone, but it added to my arousal and gave me a sensation that was almost too intense. It was right on the edge of what I could handle without having her move away. So strangely enough, my balls and pelvic area and thighs are just as sensitive as the tip of my cock, but in a different way. I doubt I could orgasm from it though. I'm envious of those guys who can orgasm from it. And God willing, I will be able to able someday! For now, I won't worry about it and enjoy my amazing sensations!
-A.
Dirty Dancing-S.
The click of locks, and bolts were all that Mia could hear as she locked up her apartment. She just received a perfect kiss good night from an amazing guy.... She listened closely, and could hear her date's foot steps as he walked away. John was a sexy guy.... Dirty blonde hair, bright emerald green eyes, tan skin.... SO hot! I begin to look back on the rest of the night, and everything that happened....
I remembered getting ready... I curled my long blonde hair into tiny ringlets.... Put on some sexy new make up, and my favorite coconut lime lotion... My legs were freshly shaved(prepared for any situation, of course)... Lucky me, i shaved. I was wearing my sexy blue dress that came just below my ass. I knew John would love it. What guy wouldn't?!? I put on my strappy, heel-breaking, black 5 inch stalletos, and just as i buckled the last strap, I heard a knock at the door. Time to get this show on the road....
I opened the door, and looked up at him(I'm just a little 5 foot thing!!!! He was like, 5'7!!!!). I grabbed my purse, and he held my coat, and we went on our way... I got in the car, and he opened my door like a perfect gentleman! He's so sweet!!! Why have a never been with a guy like him?!?
We drove down the busy streets of New York on a clear, moonlit night. John has plans for us... Just as I am about to ask where we are going, he pulls over, and parks his bright blue GT Mustang. He put the required amount of change in the parking meter, and we were off... We walked down the streets of NYC. We strode into a ragged building. If the outside of the building was night, the inside was surely light. Colors of red, gold, and silver surround me! People are inside dancing sexily to some song by Usher, or someone of that variety. Oddly, all of this reminds me of Dirty Dancing... I love that movie.
John surprised me, and put his left hand on my waist, and his right hand through my left, and off we were. We danced through the room, and MAN that boy can move!!!! A slower song came on, and suddenly the atmosphere changed... All of the people who weren't staying anymore quickly fled the scene, and everyone who had come specifically for this part gathered in the middle of the room... The music turned up louder, and dirty dancing broke out around us... Grinding, and rolling, and back bending moves everywhere... I know this dance well.... John looks nervous of how I will react to all of this... This time, it's my turn to lead him to dance...
I pulled him into the throng of people, and slid down his body... He looked down, and got an eyeful of my deep v-neck dress.... Yes, this dress was a great idea... He pulled me up, and stroked my whole body while doing the most exotic, enticing of moves.... Where has he been all my life?
Every time he touched my skin it was like he was the fire, and I was ice.. I needed his heat.... He was so hot...
A kiss...
Tongue....
Groping from me....
Moaning from him...
The sound of his shirt unbuttoning...
My pussy gets wetter and wetter... I can't take it anymore......
Our songs end.
They ended!!!! Why??!?!?!
The club was closing.... I looked at the time.
3 AM.
we've been dancing for 5 hours... Wow. John took me back home, and that's where we are now... I will spend the rest of my night, and probably all day at work thinking of how it would've been if he had come inside.....
-S.
I remembered getting ready... I curled my long blonde hair into tiny ringlets.... Put on some sexy new make up, and my favorite coconut lime lotion... My legs were freshly shaved(prepared for any situation, of course)... Lucky me, i shaved. I was wearing my sexy blue dress that came just below my ass. I knew John would love it. What guy wouldn't?!? I put on my strappy, heel-breaking, black 5 inch stalletos, and just as i buckled the last strap, I heard a knock at the door. Time to get this show on the road....
I opened the door, and looked up at him(I'm just a little 5 foot thing!!!! He was like, 5'7!!!!). I grabbed my purse, and he held my coat, and we went on our way... I got in the car, and he opened my door like a perfect gentleman! He's so sweet!!! Why have a never been with a guy like him?!?
We drove down the busy streets of New York on a clear, moonlit night. John has plans for us... Just as I am about to ask where we are going, he pulls over, and parks his bright blue GT Mustang. He put the required amount of change in the parking meter, and we were off... We walked down the streets of NYC. We strode into a ragged building. If the outside of the building was night, the inside was surely light. Colors of red, gold, and silver surround me! People are inside dancing sexily to some song by Usher, or someone of that variety. Oddly, all of this reminds me of Dirty Dancing... I love that movie.
John surprised me, and put his left hand on my waist, and his right hand through my left, and off we were. We danced through the room, and MAN that boy can move!!!! A slower song came on, and suddenly the atmosphere changed... All of the people who weren't staying anymore quickly fled the scene, and everyone who had come specifically for this part gathered in the middle of the room... The music turned up louder, and dirty dancing broke out around us... Grinding, and rolling, and back bending moves everywhere... I know this dance well.... John looks nervous of how I will react to all of this... This time, it's my turn to lead him to dance...
I pulled him into the throng of people, and slid down his body... He looked down, and got an eyeful of my deep v-neck dress.... Yes, this dress was a great idea... He pulled me up, and stroked my whole body while doing the most exotic, enticing of moves.... Where has he been all my life?
Every time he touched my skin it was like he was the fire, and I was ice.. I needed his heat.... He was so hot...
A kiss...
Tongue....
Groping from me....
Moaning from him...
The sound of his shirt unbuttoning...
My pussy gets wetter and wetter... I can't take it anymore......
Our songs end.
They ended!!!! Why??!?!?!
The club was closing.... I looked at the time.
3 AM.
we've been dancing for 5 hours... Wow. John took me back home, and that's where we are now... I will spend the rest of my night, and probably all day at work thinking of how it would've been if he had come inside.....
-S.
Monday, January 3, 2011
Thrill (mini-erotica) - A.
I've had the same dream for three nights.
I'm staring in the mirror, freshening up before bed. A. can just fall into bed after a long day, but I like to take some time for myself before sleep.
I want to have it again.
I just can't remember all the details.
I wish I could.
I woke up yesterday mid orgasm. The night before that I woke up dripping all over my clean sheets. The first night I was horny all day. So whatever is in this dream is, it's pretty hot.
I turn off the light and feel my way to the bed. A. is on his side, already asleep or halfway there. He had an early morning, a long day at work, and to top it all off played music with some friends until eleven. I can't blame him for being tired. Ordinarily I would stay up for a minute to watch his chest rise and fall with calm sleep. But tonight I curl up and will sleep to come as fast as possible.
Naturally, it doesn't come since I'm concentrating on it so hard. Oh, the irony.
I get up slowly and walk out to the small living room. Our apartment isn't that big, since it's just us, and we aren't super high income. I curl up on the couch and tuck my legs under my butt. I give myself a once-over. Cute little lacy top, soft pj pants. My boobs look nice in this top, which is usually my motivation to wear it.
I flip on the tv to some mindless show and settle in to wait out my insomnia.
Thirty minutes pass. Ugh. I need sleeeeeeeeeep.
I hear A. get up and pad down the hallway. I turn to see him stumble in, sleep still in his eyes.
"You coming to bed, honey?"
"Yeah," I sigh, "I was just having some trouble sleeping."
"Here, I'll wait out here with you until you're ready."
With that he leaned down, sank into our easy chair, propped up his feet on the ottoman, and within ten seconds was asleep again.
I giggled at him. I was waiting for that to happen. He does cute little things like that all the time.
I sigh and settle down into my chair. Suddenly I feel more awake than ever. Craaaaap. What can I do now? Crappy TV? No. I look around.
And that's when it hits me.
That first feeling of arousal. That small, little tickle between your legs that lets you know that your equipment is ready for use. That first little spot of wetness on your body.
What triggered this? I'm lost. I wasn't even thinking about anything!
Suddenly that little feeling is stronger. Now I'm definitely horny. And definitely more confused.
And it's growing. I sit still and focus on it. I'm getting wetter and more turned on, for no apparent reason. Okay, so I guess I just have some excess hormones. No big deal. Except it's becoming harder to think... I can only feel my pussy set fire to my body... My wetness dripping... My clitoris becoming harder... My lips parting... Oh my god... I'm growing desperate, and the fire is growing...
What is happening?!?! I'm beginning to pant out loud from arousal. I look around wild eyed, desperate to satisfy this need. I'm becoming desperate, my whole world disappearing into this glorious feeling and my desire to satisfy my craving. My nipples are brushing against my shirt as I turn, and the simple sensation makes me moan. My eyes roll back as I stand and twist to survey the room. I NEED penetration. My pussy is calling out for it...
I spot a small bulge in A.'s pants. I look him up and down. He's still asleep, and he has an erection. Bingo.
I walk slowly over to him. Every movement makes me shiver with pleasure. I'm dripping down my legs, which rarely happens. I'm salivating at the thought of fucking him, and I can't even feel the floor as I glide over. I want to wake him up, but my body needs his cock and nothing else.
I sit down on his thighs and straddle him. Where are my pants? I thought I was wearing panties too! No, wait... I need to wake him up... why are my hands pulling his pants and boxers down?
His cock springs out. He's not fully erect, but he's definitely hard. As soon as it's in view, I convulse. My vagina pulses with a hungry need. I need it I need it I NEED IT.
As soon as it's inside, I lose all control. I need to orgasm, I need to satisfy my dirty body. God, I feel so dirty taking him in his sleep. How is he not awake? I don't care. I'm moving up and down now, he slides in and out, fuck I need MORE....
I put my hands on the arms of the chair and take him in deeper. Suddenly I feel orgasms roll over me.... I want another.... and another.... please make it stop.... no, you dirty girl.... you know you want more... yes I do....
I've given myself over to my body. It takes me higher, takes me deeper, I'm plunging out of this world... My clothes are ripping off, my hands caressing my breasts and loving it, my whole world contained within my pussy's lips... I'm pinching my nipples and moaning loudly... I'm satisfying my filthy desire to cum.... I'm such a whore.... such a whore.... SUCH A WHORE....
I shake for ten minutes. I moan long and loud, my hands gripping my boobs, my pussy pulsing, dripping my juices all over us both. I slowly get my vision and hearing back and slump over. My body feels familiar, but drained and tired. I am back in control. I look at A. He's still sleeping soundly, but now a small smile graces his face.
And then I wake up. Perfect sunshine. An ordinary day. A. whistling from the bathroom as he shaves and checks out the results of a good workout. And a huge puddle underneath my butt and thighs.
I smile evilly and stand up. My clothes are shredded, tattered. My hands ache. And now I know what the dream was. And you know what? I think it's time to make it a reality.
-A.
I'm staring in the mirror, freshening up before bed. A. can just fall into bed after a long day, but I like to take some time for myself before sleep.
I want to have it again.
I just can't remember all the details.
I wish I could.
I woke up yesterday mid orgasm. The night before that I woke up dripping all over my clean sheets. The first night I was horny all day. So whatever is in this dream is, it's pretty hot.
I turn off the light and feel my way to the bed. A. is on his side, already asleep or halfway there. He had an early morning, a long day at work, and to top it all off played music with some friends until eleven. I can't blame him for being tired. Ordinarily I would stay up for a minute to watch his chest rise and fall with calm sleep. But tonight I curl up and will sleep to come as fast as possible.
Naturally, it doesn't come since I'm concentrating on it so hard. Oh, the irony.
I get up slowly and walk out to the small living room. Our apartment isn't that big, since it's just us, and we aren't super high income. I curl up on the couch and tuck my legs under my butt. I give myself a once-over. Cute little lacy top, soft pj pants. My boobs look nice in this top, which is usually my motivation to wear it.
I flip on the tv to some mindless show and settle in to wait out my insomnia.
Thirty minutes pass. Ugh. I need sleeeeeeeeeep.
I hear A. get up and pad down the hallway. I turn to see him stumble in, sleep still in his eyes.
"You coming to bed, honey?"
"Yeah," I sigh, "I was just having some trouble sleeping."
"Here, I'll wait out here with you until you're ready."
With that he leaned down, sank into our easy chair, propped up his feet on the ottoman, and within ten seconds was asleep again.
I giggled at him. I was waiting for that to happen. He does cute little things like that all the time.
I sigh and settle down into my chair. Suddenly I feel more awake than ever. Craaaaap. What can I do now? Crappy TV? No. I look around.
And that's when it hits me.
That first feeling of arousal. That small, little tickle between your legs that lets you know that your equipment is ready for use. That first little spot of wetness on your body.
What triggered this? I'm lost. I wasn't even thinking about anything!
Suddenly that little feeling is stronger. Now I'm definitely horny. And definitely more confused.
And it's growing. I sit still and focus on it. I'm getting wetter and more turned on, for no apparent reason. Okay, so I guess I just have some excess hormones. No big deal. Except it's becoming harder to think... I can only feel my pussy set fire to my body... My wetness dripping... My clitoris becoming harder... My lips parting... Oh my god... I'm growing desperate, and the fire is growing...
What is happening?!?! I'm beginning to pant out loud from arousal. I look around wild eyed, desperate to satisfy this need. I'm becoming desperate, my whole world disappearing into this glorious feeling and my desire to satisfy my craving. My nipples are brushing against my shirt as I turn, and the simple sensation makes me moan. My eyes roll back as I stand and twist to survey the room. I NEED penetration. My pussy is calling out for it...
I spot a small bulge in A.'s pants. I look him up and down. He's still asleep, and he has an erection. Bingo.
I walk slowly over to him. Every movement makes me shiver with pleasure. I'm dripping down my legs, which rarely happens. I'm salivating at the thought of fucking him, and I can't even feel the floor as I glide over. I want to wake him up, but my body needs his cock and nothing else.
I sit down on his thighs and straddle him. Where are my pants? I thought I was wearing panties too! No, wait... I need to wake him up... why are my hands pulling his pants and boxers down?
His cock springs out. He's not fully erect, but he's definitely hard. As soon as it's in view, I convulse. My vagina pulses with a hungry need. I need it I need it I NEED IT.
As soon as it's inside, I lose all control. I need to orgasm, I need to satisfy my dirty body. God, I feel so dirty taking him in his sleep. How is he not awake? I don't care. I'm moving up and down now, he slides in and out, fuck I need MORE....
I put my hands on the arms of the chair and take him in deeper. Suddenly I feel orgasms roll over me.... I want another.... and another.... please make it stop.... no, you dirty girl.... you know you want more... yes I do....
I've given myself over to my body. It takes me higher, takes me deeper, I'm plunging out of this world... My clothes are ripping off, my hands caressing my breasts and loving it, my whole world contained within my pussy's lips... I'm pinching my nipples and moaning loudly... I'm satisfying my filthy desire to cum.... I'm such a whore.... such a whore.... SUCH A WHORE....
I shake for ten minutes. I moan long and loud, my hands gripping my boobs, my pussy pulsing, dripping my juices all over us both. I slowly get my vision and hearing back and slump over. My body feels familiar, but drained and tired. I am back in control. I look at A. He's still sleeping soundly, but now a small smile graces his face.
And then I wake up. Perfect sunshine. An ordinary day. A. whistling from the bathroom as he shaves and checks out the results of a good workout. And a huge puddle underneath my butt and thighs.
I smile evilly and stand up. My clothes are shredded, tattered. My hands ache. And now I know what the dream was. And you know what? I think it's time to make it a reality.
-A.
Sunday, January 2, 2011
Sexy outfits! -S.
More and more lately, when I go shopping, I find myself thinking about what clothes A. would like on me... What he will think is cute or sexy. There's no problem with this! He and I have been together a very long time. Earlier today, i got a whole bunch of new clothes! A sexy little halter top.... An hot little strapless shirt... Things like this. And I love to impress him!!!! I love the look in his eyes when he sees me in a really sexy outfit(i.e., the previously mentioned halter top, sexy booty shorts, and stalleto heels). His eyes kind of glaze over , and I can instantly tell he likes it because of the sexy hard on he has just acquired!!!!
I love when A. and I go shopping together, because he will actually look around with me! He will show me things he thinks would be sexy on me!!! No, he's definitely NOT gay. He just knows what looks hot on me!! He is the best boyfriend EVER.
I can't wait to show A. all of my new sexy clothes! i love to give him details, and he always tells me exactly what he thinks of it(which is normally that he thinks it will be either cute, sexy, or all of the above on me. Those are ALWAYS his answers :p).
Hmmmmmm, more tomorrow. I'm going to go and give A. some more sexy details about my clothes! \
-S.
Saturday, January 1, 2011
Swingers -S.
For those of you who do not know what a swinger is, swingers are two people in committed relationships(or marriages) who go out and find other couples or singles to have sex with. Couples who just like to swap off for oral sex, or stimulation outside of penetration are called "soft swingers." Soft swinging also consists of voyeurism and teasing. A full swap is when a couple engages in full sex with another couple or single person. Swingers can also be single people who enjoy being the 3rd in a threesome or more.
The only thing A. and I have ever considered doing was soft swinging, and would only be with single girls(bisexual), or girl couples(bisexual, or lesbian. Lesbian if they only wanted to do things to me, and have me do things to them. Bi for A., so he can get pleasure from it too!). NO guys in the equation. A. and i both have major issues with this, so we won't even consider another guy.
The extra girls would be in my control, really. They would have to agree to this, and our rules. They would NOT be allowed to have penetration from A. I don't share too well. They wouldn't be allowed to kiss him on the lips (for personal reasons), unless i specifically said that they could. They would be allowed to help me give him oral, they would be allowed to receive oral. A. would be allowed to play with their boobs, and if we had been "seeing" the girl(s) for a while, then he could finger them. He would be allowed to tell her to do whatever he wanted her to do to me. A. knows what I'm comfortable with, and what I'm not, and I know he wouldn't tell me to do anything I'm not comfortable with.
I'm pretty much up for anything! But i DO want one rule to be clear. STD tests before the first time is MANDATORY. I don't want an STD, and most importantly, I don't want A. to have to go through that pain of having one either. I want to live as long a life with A. as i possibly can!=)
Anyways. Soft swinger couples are couples who don't have full on sex. Maybe oral, and that's pushing it. A lot of "soft swingers" have someone else come in to help give pleasure to the other partner. For A. and I, that would just be another girl coming in to help me give pleasure to A. through oral stimulation, or teasing him(i.e., the girl and I making out, or touching each others breasts, or even fingering each other). These things would turn A. on a lot. Those are soft swingers.
Hard core swingers go all the way. They have full on sex with penetration, and they totally fuck each other. Some swinger couples get together with another couple, and swap partners for the night! These couples are normally totally comfortable with their sex lives.
A. and I are completely comfortable with our sex lives, and we are totally in love.... I still do NOT want to try swinging, or the swinger life style. I want to stay with just A., and I want him to be totally and completely mine. Even if the opportunity arose, I don't think A. and I would bring another girl into our sex life. That is just my personal opinion. If anybody has anything to add, please message A. or I, and I will gladly edit this post=)
-S.
The only thing A. and I have ever considered doing was soft swinging, and would only be with single girls(bisexual), or girl couples(bisexual, or lesbian. Lesbian if they only wanted to do things to me, and have me do things to them. Bi for A., so he can get pleasure from it too!). NO guys in the equation. A. and i both have major issues with this, so we won't even consider another guy.
The extra girls would be in my control, really. They would have to agree to this, and our rules. They would NOT be allowed to have penetration from A. I don't share too well. They wouldn't be allowed to kiss him on the lips (for personal reasons), unless i specifically said that they could. They would be allowed to help me give him oral, they would be allowed to receive oral. A. would be allowed to play with their boobs, and if we had been "seeing" the girl(s) for a while, then he could finger them. He would be allowed to tell her to do whatever he wanted her to do to me. A. knows what I'm comfortable with, and what I'm not, and I know he wouldn't tell me to do anything I'm not comfortable with.
I'm pretty much up for anything! But i DO want one rule to be clear. STD tests before the first time is MANDATORY. I don't want an STD, and most importantly, I don't want A. to have to go through that pain of having one either. I want to live as long a life with A. as i possibly can!=)
Anyways. Soft swinger couples are couples who don't have full on sex. Maybe oral, and that's pushing it. A lot of "soft swingers" have someone else come in to help give pleasure to the other partner. For A. and I, that would just be another girl coming in to help me give pleasure to A. through oral stimulation, or teasing him(i.e., the girl and I making out, or touching each others breasts, or even fingering each other). These things would turn A. on a lot. Those are soft swingers.
Hard core swingers go all the way. They have full on sex with penetration, and they totally fuck each other. Some swinger couples get together with another couple, and swap partners for the night! These couples are normally totally comfortable with their sex lives.
A. and I are completely comfortable with our sex lives, and we are totally in love.... I still do NOT want to try swinging, or the swinger life style. I want to stay with just A., and I want him to be totally and completely mine. Even if the opportunity arose, I don't think A. and I would bring another girl into our sex life. That is just my personal opinion. If anybody has anything to add, please message A. or I, and I will gladly edit this post=)
-S.
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