;} <3 xoxo

When we last left off J.D. was sucking at my nipples and staring me in the eye. A stare so full of a smug sort of smirk. Having him so close and looking at me so directly was uncomfortable but too hot to resist. I shied away from his gaze and tried to enjoy the feel of his lips. They set me on fire. I pulled off my pants as he slipped a condom on. The mattress was soft and luxurious underneath me. When he pushed his way inside of me I couldn't help but sigh. Sex, when you least expect it, is the best sex there could ever be. When I had texted him up for our ten minutes I did not expect this. To find myself pantsless and pressed against the bed was almost a relief. A sign that he wanted me as much as I wanted him.

I layed there as his cock stroked in and out of me. He had asked me how I wanted to be fucked and I had chosen missionary. As he filled me with his cock I started to feel less lovey dovey and more FUCK ME HARD with every thrust! While the weight of him against me and the ability to kiss his gorgeous lips were both very good things I had realized something...I wanted it fast and I wanted it over the bed!

It had been awhile since we'd gotten it on doggy style. I could tell by the VAST amounts of ungodly pleasure that rippled through me as he slammed his cock in. "Why haven't we been doing this all along??" I thought to myself. It was a bit of an awkward placement but I didn't care. The more he found the angle awkward and worked to correct it, the more fun my pussy was having! Lord, it feels so heavenly to be fucked from behind. While I can't rub my clit, because I'm usually propping myself up, I instead get to feel his balls slapping against my pussy. Get to hear that vulgar splashy sound they make in their wake. I have an unhealthy love for it.

His thrusts felt like they were cutting through me. I think I wast muttering "Oh my god, oh my god" or maybe "Baby, baby, baby!" but I couldn't tell you. For about 5 minutes I don't think I existed. It was illegal how good his cock was making me feel.

Alas, the awkwardness ended up winning out. We disengaged and I climbed into his lap. Sitting down on his stiff cock, I rode it with familiarity. There's just something about that position that makes me get off. I know how to utilize it and make it an orgasm factory lol. So even though the awesomeness of being fucking drilled from behind had ended I was not sad to find myself there. I rode him quickly, because we WERE supposed to only be there 10 minutes, and came hard.

It definitely got the partying started off on the right foot.

Afterwards we both got dressed and headed out. I was particularly giddy. There would be no more crying episodes (I think...) and we'd end the weekend with a marathon blowjob much similar to one I've written about before ;)

Sigh...

Why does it have to come only once a year?

My pokemans, let me show you them!

Gah! I love my new layout!

I said, "Boyfriend is this too girly?" and he said "You're a girl."

So I am and now I'll tell you how that facilitated some awesome dick in pussy good times.

It's Friday night of nerdcon and I'm a hot mess. I'm drunkenly following people around with tears making a constant journey down my face. A bad mood and liquor do not mix. Eventually J.D. takes me by my crybaby hand and leads me back to our room. Everything that night was kind of a blur but there are two things that I remember very clearly.

I was completely lost in the comfort of the bed and reveling in the feel of his tongue on my pussy. I could feel it dipping and licking in ways it never had and all I wanted to do was sigh. Who knows what I was actually doing though. Inside it was a very relaxed place and I wanted to hold his head against me and never let him stop. A boys got to breath though!

Eventually he did and we started to fuck. I guess I had gone on some dirty mouthed drunken spiel about how I wanted to feel his cock because we weren't using any protection! I was so turned on by the feel of it. It was delicious and completely stupid the way the tip of his cock felt sliding along my pussy. It makes me shiver just to think of it.

Lately, when I masturbate, his mutterings of how good it felt follow me around like a little echo. I can't last more than a minute when they pop into my head lol.


So I wake up Saturday morning and wait for a "Good Morning" from the boy before starting my day. Sometimes after a particularly different night spent together I fear a bad reaction from J.D. come the light of day. He was fine if a bit sick. Nothing like a nerdcon to leave you with a beast of a hangover.

I get breakfast and go to chill with my friends. He does the same. We meet up for lunch but mostly spend the day with others. Night starts to fall and I take a shower and get ready for the evenings festivities. I give J.D. a text asking if he'd come spend 10 minutes with me before everything started.

I put on some bad music and did a great fucking strip tease in the mirror, made myself a drink, and got ready for a fun night. My friends stop by to top off their drinks and while I'm about to usher them out the door starts to open. J.D.'s back and has brought some friends of his own. Particularly the one who led to all the tears of Friday night. Joy!

After a few tears shed in the bathroom with my excellent friends, I suck it up and go back out. It wasn't all that bad and I met some really nice people. Seeing as how I had texted him for some alone time, people started to file out.

We got cozy and wrapped up in each other. His lips pressed hard against mine and I kissed him hungrily. He slipped my shirt down until my breasts were free. Taking my nipple into his mouth he looked me in the eye and sucked on it. I giggled and told him to stop but my pussy flooded at the heat I saw in his eyes. It seemed our ten minute make out session was going to be much more than I bargained for......

Why's it over?

I went to the annual nerd con this weekend.

It's where I first met J.D. way back in 2006. I was sitting on the floor of some party when I decided to grab him by his shirt collar and kiss the fuck out of him. He sweet talked me back to his room and there we fucked with abandon. My legs resting on his shoulders and my eyes fixed on his every thrust. It was the 3rd time I had ever had sex but it was the first time that sex had ever felt so good. I left his room with bra and panties in hand. I only knew his first name.

A year passed and nerd con came again. I went in the hopes of running into him but didn't bet my money on it. The first night I hit up the party we met in and as I walked through the door there he was. I could not remember what he looked like all year long but the moment I saw him I knew. Let's just say we ended up repeating 2006 despite my vow of "Not being so easy this year"....

I'd have to say that this year was one of the best though. Being there with him as a couple and getting to enjoy both of our sets of friends made for a great weekend. And oh the sex...

More on that in a bit.

I took my girl pills today

I am freezing tonight. I want to steal all his warmz.

It's funny how fast frustration can turn to horniness, and then back to frustration. I don't really want to have sex right now. I just want to be entangled, safe, and warm.

Make out whore indeed

I'm sitting here looking at a picture I took this morning. J.D. is properly macking the crap out of me and wearing his sunglasses. He looks SO manly and I'm obviously swooning into his kiss.

Unfortunately he was kissing me goodbye :(

It's a nice visual to accompany the feel of the previous night spent together. The feel of his tongue rasping against mine.The sensual roughness of it had my mind in the gutter. Oh, the places it could go!

I feel so satisfied right now. Even though he's gone I can still feel every one of his kisses. Makes me want to whisper sweet nothings into his ear.

"You want to cum in this pussy?"

Close

I've tried to sleep but I can't. I should have called you. Your voice would have felt nice between my legs.

Monday <3

Craziness

I'm so fucking horny. I hate my boyfriends work schedule and this stupid distance.

I want him here enjoying a beer with me. I long to feel him pawing at my body. There's nothing like his fingers sliding back and forth over my wet pussy. Sometimes I get so crazy over the thought of him sucking on my clit. Just licking my pussy all over. I don't have the confidence for that right now though. In my head I know he'd do it. Oral is like the last frontier.

If I had a car (or a license for that matter) I would hop in it right now and drive. Spend my night with his cock in my mouth. God, I want fucked within an inch of my life.

Summer is here and I'm still waiting there

Sex usually brings up a dirty picture in most peoples minds. Right now it seems to be the cleanest thing on mine. Everything around me is filthy, relationships with friends are suffocating, and I'm losing track of myself. When I think back to my preview of what's to come I get so upset.

Laying in our warm bad wrapped up in his huge comforter. The air conditioner made everything so crisp. The house had that new paint smell. I think back on it and get flashes of tumbles around the bed, our lips pressed together.

Being at home makes me feel like a fuck up.

I want to go home to our home.

In the meantime I keep smiling over my favorite memory. I swear it's the only thing keeping me ok with the here and now.

I bought a cute nautical type thong. The first thong I've worn around him. He hiked up my skirt to look at it. I was standing there, backside to his eyes for devouring, and shivered at the feel of his hand running circles over each cheek. The hottest thing of all was seeing my skirt bunched up in his fist.

That sure was a good weekend.

45 Minutes

We had had a bajillion margaritas and decided to watch Anchorman since he hadn't seen it. Throughout I punctuated lulls in the movie with soft teasing blow jobs and some excellent making out. He kept mixing me drinks and I was filled to the brim with liquid courage. The moment the movie ended he was pants-less and smirking. Without thinking I had ended up on my knees in front of him.

I sat back and stared at the man, illuminated by the blue tv screen, and liked what I saw. His long shapely legs spread wide and inviting. I ran my fingers up from his ankle and felt his legs and their delicious fuzziness. Tracing my fingers all the way up until they were encircling his cock. I wagged it in front of my face and rubbed it across my lips. I love how soft the skin of it is.

I swiveled my head and licked down his shaft to his balls. I pulled each one individually into my mouth and sucked them gently, rolling them with my tongue. I lifted them up and sucked under them. The liquid courage coming into play as I started to drag my tongue from the head of his cock, down his balls, and past them. I felt him tense up and kept at it, all the while looking him in the eye. It was probably obvious to him how hot it was making me. I love the idea of loving every part of someone. Trying out all the buttons we've been given to push.

Luckily, I have been blessed with a guy who lets me try things. Filling my mouth hungrily with him, running my tongue over places I've always wanted to go, and looking up at him completely fucking on fire. He let go and I spent an eternity between his legs.

This is one of my first fantasies to come true and I am over the moon. While it took some drinks to finally make it come true I look forward to it's addition in the everyday.

Engorged? THAT'S the word!!

It's been a month and now finally there I was slowly rolling the condom down his cock, with my mouth. I love how he's always impressed by that. Once I accomplished that task I popped back up and straddled his lap. I was giddy (and dripping wet) with the thought of his cock filling me up. A month is faaaaaaaar too long to make me wait.

I lowered myself unto him and about passed out from how heavenly it was. For some reason my pussy was ultra sensitive last night. Either that or he's never been that deep before. I sit on his lap, not moving, the feeling inside is almost painful. I start fucking him but realize that it's not going to work. Figuring the position was the problem I decided to bend over my bed and have him fuck me from behind. Turns out that wasn't a very good idea.

It felt good, god knows it did, but something was just wrong.



Maybe it was all the crazed self love I'd indulged in this past . <-- It's just too pretty not to use.

Anyways, he has me by the shoulders and is fucking me better than I've ever been fucked. Still my pussy is like "Stop!!" and (un)luckily he slows down and tells me he's close to cumming.

"Oh god, just go ahead and cum baby!"

It was an interesting night....