Hoo boy

I had some of the best sex of my life recently. Just fun, primal, getting off every time sex.

Props to the man who fucked me so.

My poor pussy is bruised and battered. I love life!

And then it becomes relationship journal too.

No one is as interested in this topic as me so I'll move it here. For my eyes.

My boyfriend.

The reason I'm here is because I miss dick. I miss it! I miss it! I miss it! It seems my dick only misses me when we are face to face. I just wish he would sexy talk when we are apart. When we are together he tells me all about the fantasies he's had all week. How he couldn't stop thinking about me doing this or that. I WANT TO HEAR THAT NOW. Now when I am off the charts on fire with need. I want him to turn me on by telling me he's turned on.

Everytime we're back in each others presence my unease is slowly leached away. I know with every part of myself how much he wants me. When I'm alone it all comes back and I wish he'd realize that.

Being my first relationship I want to know how normal my thought process is.

Am I overly sexed...so what if I am...but am I?

This is babble.

I just want to hear pretty words at the moment.

Perhaps a little sneaking

So the last time we were together I told him to "Fuck my mouth!"

That turned into a marathon blow job. I went nuts on his dick. The thing that had me so crazed though was the fact that each time I went to lick his balls I'd take my tongue a little lower. For some reason I am turned on by the thought of rimming him.

I think I'm just turned on by the idea of being THAT girlfriend. The one who is game for anything. I am THAT girlfriend though. I'll lick, suck, fuck, finger, do anything to any part if it feels good for either of us.

I don't think he'd take kindly to the suggestion though. I don't want him on all fours, face in the pillow, mine buried in his ass, or anything. I just think it would be hot to suck his dick and when I lick my way down, really lick my way down. Give it a few languid tongue strokes and watch as he fights the taboo/great feeling it leaves in it's wake.

Here goes all thought of showing this blog too him.

Oh Local H

Last night was amazing if not for things like:

"You're never going to fuck another cock are you? No you're not. The only cock you're gonna fuck is mine. Say you're mine. Tell me you're mine forever."

La!! Why do I get off on that stuff? It's purely bedroom talk but I love it. My hair wrapped up in his fist.

Oh so gloriously nerdy and he fucks me any way I ask for it. I love him.

You're gonna shit things

Since I'm having some boyfriend doubts, I'll go ahead and reminisce about the good stuff.

Such as the last time we fucked....Thanks Monday Night Football!

All I remember is my underwear being pulled to the side, his stomach sweaty against my back, my hair fanned out all around me, stuck to my lips, my face pressed into the pillow. He'd pull back and drive into me to hear that intake of air. To force out that guttural moan...

I love the feel of his hands gripping that curve between my hip and waist. He'll start talking dirty once he puts his hands there.

"Is that what my dirty little whore likes? She wants that hard cock?"

It's not so much the words but the feel of his breath against the back of my neck. It feels and sounds low and husky.

Le sigh....I think I'll stop there. I have to go to bed and writting anymore will make it impossible.

Trying to exercise some lust. He sent me a picture today and a very out of character text. I have to wait until next Tuesday to see him though.

Evil man <3

My second love: Explanation.

So, like every person ever to touch a computer, I need a sex blog. This doesn't mean I can punctuate or that I necessarily want to keep one. I just need to.

I've only realized it recently but paper or random fancy computer magic can only make me happy when I'm blathering about nothing. I've had a paper journal since the age of 9 and will finally give in to the fact that I journal. Ewww.

I have a million other blogs. Only 2 of them are ever really updated. Unfortunately, I have always been very open about myself and my whereabouts. I don't really want close friends or acquaintances knowing that I spent all day thinking about my boyfriends dick pulsating inside of me as he came.

My main reason for making yet another blog though is to stymy those thoughts. Writing stuff down, detail by excruciating detail, has always made me feel a lot lighter. It's very pensieve-y for me. Lately I find myself practically drooling all day because I can't physically stand writing about sex and so have no way to empty my dirty mind.

I can type though. Lord knows I can....