February 29, 2008
Sometimes I don't know about me
I am so fucking horny right now. My boyfriends gorgeous thick dick is my desktop. I can't stop staring at it and my mouth keeps watering. I just want to suck on all that delicious pink flesh. Feel all of that cum flooding my mouth....
February 22, 2008
Stupid post...
He's depressed and I wish there was some way for me to get to him. I want to lay in bed and love every single part of him until he feels better. Snow keeps me from everything good tonight.
In the meantime I will think back on Valentines Day. I finally got my hands on some lube and some lube on my hands. I felt very sexy while strocking his cock. The slip and slide of it through my encircled fingers had my pussy dripping. If it hadn't, seeing him pump his cock through them after a point would have. He came so hard and I can't wait to do it again.
In the meantime I will think back on Valentines Day. I finally got my hands on some lube and some lube on my hands. I felt very sexy while strocking his cock. The slip and slide of it through my encircled fingers had my pussy dripping. If it hadn't, seeing him pump his cock through them after a point would have. He came so hard and I can't wait to do it again.
February 08, 2008
February 05, 2008
And I meant..every word I said
You know what sucks? Getting your fucking period.
Especially getting your period after 3 and a penny weeks of no lovin'!! OUTRAGE.
I got one night of slamming our bits together before my uterus said Happy Birthday.
It was a good one night at least. Hanging from him like a baby possum as he fucked me hard. Driving me over and over again into the mattress.
Especially getting your period after 3 and a penny weeks of no lovin'!! OUTRAGE.
I got one night of slamming our bits together before my uterus said Happy Birthday.
It was a good one night at least. Hanging from him like a baby possum as he fucked me hard. Driving me over and over again into the mattress.
January 31, 2008
Shiiiiit
I can see your arms behind your head
looking down at you
feels better than loving you
and it makes me love you more
makes me love to look at you
and feel blood coursing down
circling and circling
sometimes I want you inside of me
want to feel just your skin
want to smell you and feel it smooth against me
When you lift up your shirt
and press me against you
I look up into your eyes
and the smile inside is bursting
that's why I love lying with my back against yours
every inch of your skin calms me
and everyday I love you
This is the last time I smoke.
looking down at you
feels better than loving you
and it makes me love you more
makes me love to look at you
and feel blood coursing down
circling and circling
sometimes I want you inside of me
want to feel just your skin
want to smell you and feel it smooth against me
When you lift up your shirt
and press me against you
I look up into your eyes
and the smile inside is bursting
that's why I love lying with my back against yours
every inch of your skin calms me
and everyday I love you
This is the last time I smoke.
Even a poem
Sometimes I'll have a smoke. I'll sit there and feel everything getting harder. There'll be this yearning for something clean and easy.
Sex would be clean and easy.
My house is dirty and the only time it's clean is when I have sex.
Sorta makes me wonder what dirty sex is like.
Although, I have had it.
Clean sex makes me wet. I can just feel the rigid coldness, a complete blunt approach, a hauntingly sexy focus on how things feel, but not who. I think if I had to think of who I'd be self conscious. For me I think dirty sex would be who.
And to further on this stoned ramble.... I think that having that kind of sex would lock down every remaining spot inside of me that isn't sure. This is grossly indulgent.
Sex would be clean and easy.
My house is dirty and the only time it's clean is when I have sex.
Sorta makes me wonder what dirty sex is like.
Although, I have had it.
Clean sex makes me wet. I can just feel the rigid coldness, a complete blunt approach, a hauntingly sexy focus on how things feel, but not who. I think if I had to think of who I'd be self conscious. For me I think dirty sex would be who.
And to further on this stoned ramble.... I think that having that kind of sex would lock down every remaining spot inside of me that isn't sure. This is grossly indulgent.
January 19, 2008
The pussy slide
I spread my pussy lips apart and have him rub his dick over my wetness. I put my palm over top of it and sigh at his rocking. I've gotten really turned on by this lately. I ask for it almost everytime we have sex. The sensation is amazing but the thing that really gets me is the shock on his face each time. He goes into it thinking he's doing it for me but 3 minutes in and we have to stop. That cracks me up and gets me off.
Also, I like the visuals of a pussy hotdog.
Also, I like the visuals of a pussy hotdog.
January 15, 2008
December 23, 2007
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.
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.
December 11, 2007
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.
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.
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