That's my favorite part

I had some of the best sex ever earlier this week.

J.D. came to stay on Tuesday and to accompany me to the zoo. When he walked in my roommates happened to be off doing something. We decided to take that rare alone time and open our presents in front of the Christmas tree. It went exactly as I hoped it would. It felt sweet and romantic and he enjoyed everything I got him. I especially enjoyed my present. He broke out the camera and watched as I went all wide eyed at the site of some diamond earrings. I didn't think I was a jewelry girl but the damn things haven't left my ears.

After a fun visit to the zoo and an even better time spent talking over good burgers and some beer we headed back home. As luck would have it my roommates were still not in the living room. This is never the case. We started kissing each other after I turned off all of the lights except the light from the tree. It was a nice deep kissing with his body weight pressing me into the couch. It felt so sexy, his hands running up and down my body, with only the light of the Christmas tree to illuminate them.

A point came where we either needed to decide if we were to stay downstairs or head to my room. I stretched my ears for any sound or indication that someone might end up coming down. When I was satisfied I stripped off my pants and threw them across the room. I couldn't say for sure that no one would be down and I know he has a thing for doing it outside of the bedroom. He was definitely excited to be there. He sat back on his legs and started rubbing my pussy.

Rubbing my pussy turned into a vigorous finger fuck that had me moaning way louder than I should have been. It had been so long since he had fingered me. I begged him to just fuck me but he wanted me to suck his cock first. As much as I love sucking the cock I just COULD NOT wait. He was up and running to get a condom like five minutes later.

We don't usually have sex in missionary but I couldn't even be bothered to turn over or move in anyway. He plunged into my pussy and a lovely stream of words followed. I was fucking the man for all I was worth. Everything felt so amazing. I have never felt such pleasure during sex. From there we moved into the dining room and experimented with some different places. We finished it off with some excellent doggy that his balls slapping up against my lady parts.

The next night I somehow ended up sucking his cock 2 times in a row. I seemed to have learned a new trick and after his first blow job we started talking about it. He wasn't sure what I was talking about so I showed him. I just couldn't stop once I heard his moaning and barely coherent "This fee....this feels....so....oh...so..." I accidentally pulled back right as he came and it ended up all over my face and hair.

Good times!

I'll write a more eloquent post a bit later. Right now I just had to get that out of my head.

To know torture

Today my head is filled with the memory of his dick and his hand. Both working together to create a beautiful sight for me to lay my eyes on. I like to ask him to do it from time to time. Stroke his dick real slow. To wrap his hand around it and pretend that he's alone. He always remarks on the supposed non-sexiness of it but if it isn't sexy then why am I writing this?

No it's not sexy when he's griping but when he shuts up and gets into it that's a different story. He'll look into my eyes, and jerk his big hand up and down the length of his cock, in front of them. It's boastful and sexy as hell. Sexy sexy sexy.

I can't wait to see him next week. I hope I'm as horny as I am this week. I feel like no sex could go wrong right now. Everything would be spontaneous and outrageously good.

Problemo

I must admit I'd love to have J.D. here fucking the shit out of me. The last time he came to visit I had a house full of people. There was an illicit thrill knowing that my former crush was in the room below mine and J.D. was taking me from behind overhead. Someone told me later that said former crush kept glancing up at the swaying light fixture.

The whole time we were fucking though I was too preoccupied. Too afraid to make a sound, too afraid that the bed would. The only thing that stood out from the whole thing was the feel of his balls smacking my pussy. It's like all of my senses zoomed in on that one feeling and it was all I could think about. There was just something about the contrast of my overly wet pussy and his dry balls slapping it. Making a delicious noise and leaving a nice sting in their wake.

Around you still, don't want to leave yet

J.D. was on top of me, all smooth and soft, and I couldn't help but run my hands up and down his body. The curve of his hipbones was especially intoxicating. I'd rest my hands on the top of his ass and hook my fingers under them. He's so thick in the nicest of places. He's got an ass like a girl and these soft and hard shoulders.

He said, "You do a great job touching me."

I'm just glad I finally have a man whose body I can freely roam. A man that I'm falling in love with.

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....