This morning I woke deliciously achy in various places on and in my body. It might be my own fault, for I did choose to indulge deep and long in several types of pleasure, but I'd rather blame DF. I'm sure he'll gladly shoulder the blame considering what a mass of relaxed and well satisfied woman I currently am...won't you baby?
Friday night found us both with a weekend that wasn't too demanding on our time, so I playfully suggested DF set a goal for us (meaning mostly me) to aim for this weekend in regards to achieving pleasure. After a little back and forth on the number, we agreed upon a reasonable goal considering we had 48 hours in which to achieve it.
The fun started early with a little solo for me and then a daring climax in the bubbly waters of the apartment complex hot tub. I have to admit I wasn't all together sure about playing in such an open and public place, but the thrill of maybe getting caught was pretty intense. Not to mention that if you tilt forward just a bit against the lower jets...
3, 4, 5, and 6 yesterday left my girly parts pretty sensitive and begging for a short reprieve from fingers, tongue, dick, and toys. Of course, 7 this morning was pretty darn perfect and had me questioning why I'd even wanted to stop just shy of the goal. Snugly, spoon sex just might be my favorite way to wake up. Well...maybe after on my knees with a thick shaft teasing me from behind. You know, 8 with the hand held shower head pulsing cool water on my clit felt pretty amazing as well. Afterward, DF was chuckling and I asked why. His reply was, "At us. This has been a crazy weekend." And yeah, it has been out of our norm, but maybe that is why it has been so fun.
And if I'm not mistaken, there are still a few hours left in this day and a goal that still hasn't quite been reached... I hope you lovely readers have had something akin to our weekend. If not...schedule one soon. It might leave you achy, but it will be well worth it!
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May 31, 2009
April 26, 2009
Back Against A Wall
I wasn't sure I'd even remember the password associated with logging in, but apparently I remember more than I think. It has been an incredible amount of time since I've written anything here. Life has kicked it up a notch and some things have simply fallen by the way. There was an experience yesterday that inspired me to get back in touch with the storyteller inside. I was pleased...
He silently watched as she reached across the table to wipe up crumbs. The hem of the oversized shirt she called pajamas came precariously close to exposing the generous curve of her ass. A trace of disappointment came when he spied the edge of her panties. When would she learn that he preferred her panties either folded up in the dresser, discarded in a moment of haste on the bedroom floor, or anywhere but covering her lovely ass from his view?
Moving up behind her, he put his hands under the soft material and reached for her panties. Startled, she straightened. She found herself pressed against the warm front of his body. Relaxing against him, she laughed softly as his hands began to work the panties over her hips and down her thighs.
“I forgot the rule…”
“Daddy doesn’t like for the puss to be covered when there is not a need.”
When the panties fell to her ankles, she kicked them away with her toes. His fingers slid across the lower curve of her belly to rest against the soft, trimmed curls above the apex of her thighs. He was hit with the fresh, damp scent of her. Pulling her hair to the side, his tongue touched her neck and left a damp trail to her lobe.
Lust rose high. He turned her to face him and then walked her purposefully backward until she bumped the wall. Her hands curled around his neck pulling him down to her mouth. As her tongue ran across the seam of his lips, she closed her eyes. His hands were still on her hips and she felt his fingers pressing into her skin as the kiss became deep and wet. Pulling away, he grabbed for the shirt and pulled it up and over her head. She reached for him, but he avoided her hands and held her arms against her body.
“Don’t move.”
She pressed her palms against the wall and obeyed. He sank to his knees in front of her.
“I want to play with you.”
With gentleness, he spread her thighs and stared openly at the swollen folds in front of him. Glancing up, he took in the warm flush of arousal covering her breasts and her already hardening nipples. Her breathing had increased, but he was determined to draw this out for his own amusement.
He used his fingers to spread her slick and swollen lips, opening her up for a more intense, probing touch. Leaning in, he breathed deep. Oh yes, this was a favorite scent of his. With a broad stroke of his tongue he swept down from her clit to the tight hole at the base. A slick, tangy sweet wetness filled his mouth. She gasped.
Two fingers slid against the opening, testing the readiness. With steady pressure, he slid two fingers inside while he used his other thumb to press onto the hardening bud of her clit. Her body shuddered and he felt her knees begin to weaken as she leaned more heavily against the wall.
With his fingers buried knuckle deep inside, he moved his mouth over her clit. At first, he teased with short flicks of his tongue and she groaned, pressing her hips against his mouth. She wanted hard sucking of her clit, but she had forgotten who was in control of this little game.
“Suck…please.”
His teeth bit down on her clit just hard enough to remind her that what she wanted wasn’t as important as what he knew she needed. He began a steady rhythm of pushing, pulling, and curling those two fingers inside of her. His mouth alternated between fast flicks, long pulls, and intense bites against her hooded clit.
She was panting and trembling against the wall. Her hands had moved close to his head, but she hadn’t touched. He could feel the walls of her sex tightening and beginning to clench harder around his fingers. Her orgasm was closing in and he had a strong desire to have his thick cock buried inside her when it did.
He pulled his fingers out and stood. She protested the loss, but he brushed his fingers over her mouth and she immediately sucked them inside. Her tongue curled around his fingers, sliding down between and over the bump of his knuckle. She greedily ate the sticky wetness off his fingers and began a deep, pulling suction on his skin. Her mouth made the promise of pleasure if only he’d give her more flesh.
“Not this time baby. Daddy has other plans for you.”
He pulled her away from the wall and turned her so that she was facing away. He walked her to the edge of the table and bent her down over it. The cold table was pleasure pain against her sensitive nipples. She could feel him spreading the cheeks of her ass. She smiled a knowing womanly smile at the sight that would greet him.
“You’re hot and so slick like you always are for me. You’re ready for Daddy to fuck you, aren’t you, my dirty little whore?”
Pushing her ass more firmly in the air toward him was her only answer. Her pussy was aching and demanding relief. She shifted and let her fingers slide against the swollen lips. Her fingers found her clit and began to rub in hard little circles. He simply watched her for a moment.
With the head of his dick, he nudged her fingers out of the way. He strummed the tip against her clit and rocked into the hooded pleasure point. She shuddered with the need to come. With deliberate movements, he stroked his dick from her clit down to her flooded hole and back up. He repeated the movements several times until she begged.
“Please…”
“Please what?”
“Just…please.”
Slowly, he pushed into her. Her pussy was so wet; he knew she’d be able to take his entire thick rod into her. The tight, wet walls of her puss pulled against his flesh as she stretched easily to accommodate his thick length. He began a steady, fast-paced rhythm that had him pounding her body with his.
She could feel the edge of the table cutting into the soft swell below her belly button, but little did she care. She wanted to feel him losing control against her back. She welcomed the sucking grasp of her body to his every time he pulled away and pushed back in. Straining toward their orgasm, he pushed against her back with his hand and she moaned.
Her orgasm rushed over her body in a wave of sensation. He groaned and she knew his dick was spurting his release against her velvety walls. She lay still as he thrust a last time against her. When he slid from her body, she tightened just a bit. She could feel a drop of his release trickling down over her sensitive lips to her clit. The perfect end to a perfect fuck.
January 26, 2009
Coming Home
The familiar chirping of my cell phone alerted me to his text.
"U home?"
I couldn't help the smile that curved my lips. I was thinking about a recent text involving his impatience and the desire for a quick screw. The crassness of that conversation was such a turn on and frankly my pussy was beginning to throb. My response was short and sweet.
"Almost...about 10 minutes."
I thought about asking him if he wanted something, but I knew what he wanted so why be coy. Those last few miles home seemed to take much longer than normal. Just as I was digging my keys out of my purse to unlock the door I was reminded of his impatience.
"Now?"
I walked into the living room and kicked the door shut behind me. I dropped most things on the floor, but decided to hang up my keys. I'm pretty good at losing those things so I try to keep them in one spot. Anyway, he wanted me in the bedroom so that was exactly where I headed.
I laid down across the bed and reached for my zipper. I thought he was slightly disappointed to realize I was still dressed instead of immediately stripping in the living room when he said I needed to get naked...now. The best way to get naked fast...have help! I was stripped down to bare skin within seconds.
My fingers immediately went to the wetness pooling between my legs as his tongue slid from my ankle to my calf and up toward the juncture of my thighs. He sure was taking his sweet time now.
My hips arched as his mouth licked my swollen lips in a broad stroke. His teeth came next...pulling open my wet sex...one fleshy fold at a time. I wanted to feel his tongue on my clit. I needed to feel the sucking kisses. Instead he had other ideas. Without much pretext his finger pushed inside me and my pussy clenched hard. His tongue began a quick slide to my ass. So...dirty.
My hands clutched at the sheet and covers on the unmade bed. I wanted to reach for my abandoned clit, but as I started to slide my fingers into my curls his mouth moved back up. He was determined to make the orgasm quick and hard. I wanted to come around his dick.
A quick flip to my stomach and my hips pulled up into the air, he replaced the stroking fingers with his hard, hot fuckable dick. I could only grab hold of the bedding beneath me and hang on. My ass pushed back against each hard thrust. The sound of balls slapping against flesh was such a lovely compliment to the slick sliding sound as he drove us both closer.
We don't last long most times rather choosing to give in to passion, but we especially don't last long in this position. I felt my body start to tighten and the pressure building behind my clit. Trying to slow down the release was pointless.
I gasped and groaned out loud as he said my name and demanded that I take his cum. I wanted to...I wanted every last drop of him inside of me.
"Welcome home baby."
"U home?"
I couldn't help the smile that curved my lips. I was thinking about a recent text involving his impatience and the desire for a quick screw. The crassness of that conversation was such a turn on and frankly my pussy was beginning to throb. My response was short and sweet.
"Almost...about 10 minutes."
I thought about asking him if he wanted something, but I knew what he wanted so why be coy. Those last few miles home seemed to take much longer than normal. Just as I was digging my keys out of my purse to unlock the door I was reminded of his impatience.
"Now?"
I walked into the living room and kicked the door shut behind me. I dropped most things on the floor, but decided to hang up my keys. I'm pretty good at losing those things so I try to keep them in one spot. Anyway, he wanted me in the bedroom so that was exactly where I headed.
I laid down across the bed and reached for my zipper. I thought he was slightly disappointed to realize I was still dressed instead of immediately stripping in the living room when he said I needed to get naked...now. The best way to get naked fast...have help! I was stripped down to bare skin within seconds.
My fingers immediately went to the wetness pooling between my legs as his tongue slid from my ankle to my calf and up toward the juncture of my thighs. He sure was taking his sweet time now.
My hips arched as his mouth licked my swollen lips in a broad stroke. His teeth came next...pulling open my wet sex...one fleshy fold at a time. I wanted to feel his tongue on my clit. I needed to feel the sucking kisses. Instead he had other ideas. Without much pretext his finger pushed inside me and my pussy clenched hard. His tongue began a quick slide to my ass. So...dirty.
My hands clutched at the sheet and covers on the unmade bed. I wanted to reach for my abandoned clit, but as I started to slide my fingers into my curls his mouth moved back up. He was determined to make the orgasm quick and hard. I wanted to come around his dick.
A quick flip to my stomach and my hips pulled up into the air, he replaced the stroking fingers with his hard, hot fuckable dick. I could only grab hold of the bedding beneath me and hang on. My ass pushed back against each hard thrust. The sound of balls slapping against flesh was such a lovely compliment to the slick sliding sound as he drove us both closer.
We don't last long most times rather choosing to give in to passion, but we especially don't last long in this position. I felt my body start to tighten and the pressure building behind my clit. Trying to slow down the release was pointless.
I gasped and groaned out loud as he said my name and demanded that I take his cum. I wanted to...I wanted every last drop of him inside of me.
"Welcome home baby."
January 12, 2009
Simply Us
Today I was thinking about the movie Scarlett. Near the end, she and Rhett are standing by a massive fireplace and she says to him, "You once said heaven help the man that truly loves me." Then he moves toward her and takes her in his arms and just as he lowers his head for what you know will be the most passionate of kisses, he growls, "Heaven help me."
Ahh, bless men that can ride the tides of emotion and drama with the women they care about.
I don't normally discuss DF in terms other than relating the latest way he's brought me pleasure, but I want to just put some thoughts out there. And I'm sure he's going to be thrilled beyond measure that I'm doing so in blog format. I've hesitated to write anything more substantial because frankly I want to keep everything in a nice and orderly box...feelings especially. Once they start to spread beyond said box it could get complicated and messy...two things which I'm not really good at handling.
I've made no bones about my last relationship. It was passionate and destructive all rolled into one. When it ended I was left questioning my own ability to trust and care about someone else. You know how you do that...you swear no one else will get close enough to do that kind of damage again? Well...enter DF. It wasn't two months later and here he was...flirting and being sexy and charming and...well you get the point. Now, we've reached the one year point and I still can't quite believe it.
It is perfectly true that DF is really great about meeting the sexual needs, but he's really great meeting some more normal ones too. As I'd mentioned earlier, my grandmother passed away recently and he was there in all the ways he could be. I sort of feel like life has dumped a bunch of stuff on my lap lately...some good and some awful...but due to that I'm starting to feel like an emotional nut! I hate things out of control...especially my emotions...so dealing with it all has been wild to say the least. Still...here is DF...seemingly not scared off by this often emotional and dramatic turn of events. He's so unlike..."the other".
We don't really define ourselves or label things...like saying we're in a relationship. I mean of course we're in some sort of relationship because that is what you call close interaction with another person, but I don't think of it as a "relationship". I guess we're more....well just "us". I like that because I'm not really good at being in a relationship. I tend to question and mistrust myself and him. Being a part of "us" feels safe and normal...though I still question (just not as much) and I'm learning to trust (him and me) more.
So...why this rambling post you (and probably DF) are wondering? Because...this is kind of new territory for me and writing helps me process. Also, because I think letting you know he's more than just wonderful in all things sexual is important too. Mostly...because feeling again...well it feels scary but really good too.
Ahh, bless men that can ride the tides of emotion and drama with the women they care about.
I don't normally discuss DF in terms other than relating the latest way he's brought me pleasure, but I want to just put some thoughts out there. And I'm sure he's going to be thrilled beyond measure that I'm doing so in blog format. I've hesitated to write anything more substantial because frankly I want to keep everything in a nice and orderly box...feelings especially. Once they start to spread beyond said box it could get complicated and messy...two things which I'm not really good at handling.
I've made no bones about my last relationship. It was passionate and destructive all rolled into one. When it ended I was left questioning my own ability to trust and care about someone else. You know how you do that...you swear no one else will get close enough to do that kind of damage again? Well...enter DF. It wasn't two months later and here he was...flirting and being sexy and charming and...well you get the point. Now, we've reached the one year point and I still can't quite believe it.
It is perfectly true that DF is really great about meeting the sexual needs, but he's really great meeting some more normal ones too. As I'd mentioned earlier, my grandmother passed away recently and he was there in all the ways he could be. I sort of feel like life has dumped a bunch of stuff on my lap lately...some good and some awful...but due to that I'm starting to feel like an emotional nut! I hate things out of control...especially my emotions...so dealing with it all has been wild to say the least. Still...here is DF...seemingly not scared off by this often emotional and dramatic turn of events. He's so unlike..."the other".
We don't really define ourselves or label things...like saying we're in a relationship. I mean of course we're in some sort of relationship because that is what you call close interaction with another person, but I don't think of it as a "relationship". I guess we're more....well just "us". I like that because I'm not really good at being in a relationship. I tend to question and mistrust myself and him. Being a part of "us" feels safe and normal...though I still question (just not as much) and I'm learning to trust (him and me) more.
So...why this rambling post you (and probably DF) are wondering? Because...this is kind of new territory for me and writing helps me process. Also, because I think letting you know he's more than just wonderful in all things sexual is important too. Mostly...because feeling again...well it feels scary but really good too.
November 25, 2008
Say My Name
I should start by saying that, at least for me, having him say my name during the act is so freaking hot. No matter where we are in the process, if he growls, moans, gasps my name I am so there...at the brink...ready to fly apart. I can't explain why it turns me on so, but it does. Of course, I don't always return the favor of growling, moaning, gasping his name and perhaps I should. Maybe it has the same effect on him? Either way...he said it this morning and in very quick secession I was thrashing about on the sheets.
Of course the plying of my wet, warm pussy didn't hurt. Neither did the finger inside stroking that sweet little spot that makes it hard to stay still and endure the touch. Or hearing him tell me explicitly what he wanted to make me do in his mouth. Not even the cramp I got from curling my toes into the sheet felt bad.
Ahh, yes...dirty talking and orgasms...the perfect way to start the day!
Of course the plying of my wet, warm pussy didn't hurt. Neither did the finger inside stroking that sweet little spot that makes it hard to stay still and endure the touch. Or hearing him tell me explicitly what he wanted to make me do in his mouth. Not even the cramp I got from curling my toes into the sheet felt bad.
Ahh, yes...dirty talking and orgasms...the perfect way to start the day!
November 13, 2008
HNT...Something For Us Both
For a while now I've been suggesting to DF that he write something for the blog. And for a while now he's been suggesting to me that I wear a thong. So, somewhere in the middle of all that, we've found some common ground. I'm wearing a thong and he's writing about it.
Hi Y'all!
After promising many times over and over that I would blog and failing to get the job done, here I am! I have promised Naughty Girl that I would say a few words and I finally found something I wanted to do. If you are like me, you love Thursdays as HNT.
I want to thank her personally for doing this for me. Finding her in a thong is something that you will rarely, if ever, see. She simply doesn't care to wear one. However, it's amazing sometimes how you get what you ask for when you ask politely. After some prodding, I found this one emailed to me to make me drool. She looks wonderful to me in it. Although I'm not sure she gets it, I'm glad I'm so visual. I really do mean it when I say I think she looks hot in it!
You are welcome babe. Df
Hi Y'all!
After promising many times over and over that I would blog and failing to get the job done, here I am! I have promised Naughty Girl that I would say a few words and I finally found something I wanted to do. If you are like me, you love Thursdays as HNT.
I want to thank her personally for doing this for me. Finding her in a thong is something that you will rarely, if ever, see. She simply doesn't care to wear one. However, it's amazing sometimes how you get what you ask for when you ask politely. After some prodding, I found this one emailed to me to make me drool. She looks wonderful to me in it. Although I'm not sure she gets it, I'm glad I'm so visual. I really do mean it when I say I think she looks hot in it!
You are welcome babe. Df
October 8, 2008
That Sounded Dirty
Thank you all for the birthday wishes and the naughty offers to spank me! The birthday was a good one. I spent the evening out with friends and got some great gifts (which it isn't about the gifts, but gosh I love getting them). All in all...a good way to start the next trip around the sun!
Lately, DF and I haven't been able to make the connections that we (well definitely me and hopefully him) have come to enjoy due to some unexpected travel and work related stuff. Sure, I can (and have been) take matters into my own hands, but still I like the sharing of the pleasure. Needless to say...I've been twitchy. A lot.
As if I needed more proof...today I found the the most nonsexual thing he said so darn sexy. We were talking about my very soon upcoming purchase of a car (yes...my car buying virgin days will soon be behind me...) and he was giving me some advice about the warranty. Honestly, I'm not even sure where in context this fell, but he said something about the lubricated inside parts.
Can anyone else clearly see where my mind went?!
I and my lubricated inside parts are missing him.
(See...I do find inspiration Mr. Muse.)
Lately, DF and I haven't been able to make the connections that we (well definitely me and hopefully him) have come to enjoy due to some unexpected travel and work related stuff. Sure, I can (and have been) take matters into my own hands, but still I like the sharing of the pleasure. Needless to say...I've been twitchy. A lot.
As if I needed more proof...today I found the the most nonsexual thing he said so darn sexy. We were talking about my very soon upcoming purchase of a car (yes...my car buying virgin days will soon be behind me...) and he was giving me some advice about the warranty. Honestly, I'm not even sure where in context this fell, but he said something about the lubricated inside parts.
Can anyone else clearly see where my mind went?!
I and my lubricated inside parts are missing him.
(See...I do find inspiration Mr. Muse.)
September 22, 2008
Who Is The Boss?
The other night DF and I were doing an equally great job of turning each other on, but I was being bossy and taking some control. This being the boss, while new for me, is sort of a power trip. I was just getting into my groove of giving directions and taking charge when DF tossed back, "Just ride the damn thing." I can assure you that a purely feminine laugh with undertones of "not a chance buddy...I have you exactly where I want you" slipped out at the command. You ladies have to know exactly what I'm talking about...
And there in lies my question (or questions as it turns out)...
Ladies...how often do you wrestle control from your guy? If you're more of the submissive (I couldn't think of a better word but you know what I mean...the one that usually follows the lead rather than gives it) do you find it easy to slip into the "boss" role?
Dudes...do you like it when your lady takes over? If you're the more dominant type, is it easy to let her have the control?
I really should write something about how this whole line of thought came about shouldn't I?
And there in lies my question (or questions as it turns out)...
Ladies...how often do you wrestle control from your guy? If you're more of the submissive (I couldn't think of a better word but you know what I mean...the one that usually follows the lead rather than gives it) do you find it easy to slip into the "boss" role?
Dudes...do you like it when your lady takes over? If you're the more dominant type, is it easy to let her have the control?
I really should write something about how this whole line of thought came about shouldn't I?
June 10, 2008
Busy Girl
Poor blog...it probably misses me! I know I miss it and all my favorite Naughty Reads.
My life is sort of crazy at the moment. I'm moving in 11 days. Sexy things are still happening (I was treated to some very dom treatment by DF last night...always leaves me twitching!) but by the time I'm settled down I'm not in the mood to write.
Sorry! I feel like such a bad blogger.
I hope things will be back to some semblance of normalcy soon! Thanks for hanging in there with me.
I hope you guys are all doing well!
My life is sort of crazy at the moment. I'm moving in 11 days. Sexy things are still happening (I was treated to some very dom treatment by DF last night...always leaves me twitching!) but by the time I'm settled down I'm not in the mood to write.
Sorry! I feel like such a bad blogger.
I hope things will be back to some semblance of normalcy soon! Thanks for hanging in there with me.
I hope you guys are all doing well!
May 23, 2008
Bare Bottom
For a while now, DF has been trying to bring out the naughty girl in me in a very non-naughty place...the office. We tried a few days ago and while I did get all hot and bothered I couldn't get past the whole work thing. But, never one to give up easily, I'm going to try again.
Today.
At work, most everyone will be gone for lunch at the same time so I'll have some uninterrupted time alone in my...office. My desk has been turning me on for days now so I'm hoping I can get past the whole "I'm at work!" and have a little fun today with DF.
Oh...and to help things along...I'm not wearing panties today.
Today.
At work, most everyone will be gone for lunch at the same time so I'll have some uninterrupted time alone in my...office. My desk has been turning me on for days now so I'm hoping I can get past the whole "I'm at work!" and have a little fun today with DF.
Oh...and to help things along...I'm not wearing panties today.
***After thought....
Who said work couldn't be fun?! All morning my bare bottom felt so sensitive against the fabric of my skirt. Every time I crossed my legs or shifted on my seat I was reminded that I wasn't wearing panties. It felt fun! It felt kind of dirty! When everyone else headed out to lunch I slipped back to my desk and after a brief (thanks to being so twitchy and some verbal inspiration from DF) few minutes of finger work I was coming...at my desk.
Afterward, I felt a little bit guilty, a little bit dirty (not the good kind), and then I felt a little bit sexy. Anyway, while I don't think I'll be up for all kinds of public sex I did enjoy myself!
May 2, 2008
Fleshbotter
Apparently, I'm a fleshbotter! Yep...go ahead and check it out. You can find it here...I'll wait.
I'll admit to being fairly new to the sexy side of blogging and such so I didn't know what Fleshbot was all about. Truthfully, I'm still not quite sure. I'm sort of addicted to checking my statcounter so when I saw that I jumped from my normal range of hits to almost double I tried to figure out what had happened. I noticed that many hits were coming from the above link so I checked it out. And there I was! Or rather there was 8 Minutes 28 Seconds.
I still am not positive who put me up there, but I'm going to give credit to Always Aroused Girl. Her name was on the post so maybe she was the one. Either way...she gets the credit!
And speaking of credit, I should give some to DF too. Without him (and that sexy hot phone call) I wouldn't have had anything to post about in the first place. So, DF...here is your credit!
There are lots of links in this post. Happy reading y'all!
I'll admit to being fairly new to the sexy side of blogging and such so I didn't know what Fleshbot was all about. Truthfully, I'm still not quite sure. I'm sort of addicted to checking my statcounter so when I saw that I jumped from my normal range of hits to almost double I tried to figure out what had happened. I noticed that many hits were coming from the above link so I checked it out. And there I was! Or rather there was 8 Minutes 28 Seconds.
I still am not positive who put me up there, but I'm going to give credit to Always Aroused Girl. Her name was on the post so maybe she was the one. Either way...she gets the credit!
And speaking of credit, I should give some to DF too. Without him (and that sexy hot phone call) I wouldn't have had anything to post about in the first place. So, DF...here is your credit!
There are lots of links in this post. Happy reading y'all!
April 20, 2008
8 Minutes 28 Seconds
How long does it take to have a completely animalistic orgasm? Apparently 8 minutes and 28 seconds.
I went to sleep the normal way. Yeah, the normal way is pretty boring...no orgasm to help ease the transition into sleep. I was really worn out (the week was a tough one) and was pretty much asleep as my head hit the pillow. I didn't expect any phoning because I figured we were both worn out and making it an early night.
I was wrong.
I don't even really know what time it was, but I was woken up by the phone ringing. He was talking dirty and I was getting wet. With the week I'd had, I hadn't gone to sleep the non-normal way for a few days. I was...ready for lack of a better term. I don't remember much about what he said, but I do know that my hand was beneath my panties and on my clit in record time.
There are times when I pay close attention to what he's saying and the verbal play is what does it for me. There are other times when I do the talking and I want to feel in control by making him lose control. And then there are times like that night...where all I can manage is to be totally selfish.
I do not remember all of what he said, but I do recall some pretty intense words about his mouth and my breasts. Also, something about my panties and him pulling them off and putting his cock in their place. I, on the other hand, wasn't much help in returning the mood setting words. I moaned and sighed and touched. Oh how I touched.
We're describing it as animalistic and I think that description totally fits. My fingers were cool against my heated wet folds. The pressure on my clit was firm and it increased the faster I rubbed. I slipped a finger into my pussy to pull the slickness up to my clit to add a new sensation to the feel of my finger against the hard button of my clit. I felt the throb and instead of trying to slow it down and draw the pleasure out I just wanted to come. I don't even know if he came that night. I think he did...I hope he did. How awful right! That night I was a totally selfish partner.
So yeah...selfish, fast, animalistic, demanding orgasms take exactly 8 minutes and 28 seconds.
I went to sleep the normal way. Yeah, the normal way is pretty boring...no orgasm to help ease the transition into sleep. I was really worn out (the week was a tough one) and was pretty much asleep as my head hit the pillow. I didn't expect any phoning because I figured we were both worn out and making it an early night.
I was wrong.
I don't even really know what time it was, but I was woken up by the phone ringing. He was talking dirty and I was getting wet. With the week I'd had, I hadn't gone to sleep the non-normal way for a few days. I was...ready for lack of a better term. I don't remember much about what he said, but I do know that my hand was beneath my panties and on my clit in record time.
There are times when I pay close attention to what he's saying and the verbal play is what does it for me. There are other times when I do the talking and I want to feel in control by making him lose control. And then there are times like that night...where all I can manage is to be totally selfish.
I do not remember all of what he said, but I do recall some pretty intense words about his mouth and my breasts. Also, something about my panties and him pulling them off and putting his cock in their place. I, on the other hand, wasn't much help in returning the mood setting words. I moaned and sighed and touched. Oh how I touched.
We're describing it as animalistic and I think that description totally fits. My fingers were cool against my heated wet folds. The pressure on my clit was firm and it increased the faster I rubbed. I slipped a finger into my pussy to pull the slickness up to my clit to add a new sensation to the feel of my finger against the hard button of my clit. I felt the throb and instead of trying to slow it down and draw the pleasure out I just wanted to come. I don't even know if he came that night. I think he did...I hope he did. How awful right! That night I was a totally selfish partner.
So yeah...selfish, fast, animalistic, demanding orgasms take exactly 8 minutes and 28 seconds.
March 30, 2008
Solo
As I've made mention before, I am fully enjoying some seriously satisfying phoning. DF does an incredible job arousing both my mind and my body, but alas there are times when he simply can't be there in audible tones. Thankfully, I have a great imagination and have perfected the touches that bring me the most pleasure. Yesterday I was at a point where relief was needed...immediately. In as much detail as I can recall (some of you are very much into the details...) I want to share with you...graphically share with you...my solo release. I've tried to write in a way that shares my actual experience with the fantasy that fueled the experience. I hope it isn't too confusing! Just thinking about it and writing it has left me wet and throbbing. I suppose I'll have to do something about that...
Still slightly damp and flush from the hot water of my shower, I let the towel slip down my body to the floor. Standing at the foot of my bed, I feel a few drops of water roll off the ends of my hair and slowly trail down my back. Quickly comes the thought that I'd much rather have your tongue leaving the wet trail across my skin. I climb onto the bed, crawling on my hands and knees, until I'm in the center. There I turn onto my back and stretch out. My body is aroused and every sense seems to be heightened.
The material of the comforter is cool against my hips and legs. As I move them trying to find a comfortable position I notice how they seem to glide over the material. They are soft from the recent shave and the lotion I applied from toe to hip bone. My back settles in against the pillows, seemingly surrounded in softness. The fan above the bed sends a gentle breeze across my bare body as it dries the last bits of moisture. The room is silent except for the sounds of my breathing. My eyes are closed, but only sunlight, filtered through the sheer curtains, lights the room.
You find me spread out on the bed. My legs are slightly bent at the knee and my thighs are open. One arm is across my belly so I can easily touch just the under curve of my breast. The other is skimming across my thigh from my knee to the inside. Walking to the edge of the bed you watch. I raise one eyebrow at you silently asking if you are enjoying what you see. With a nod, you silently give me permission to continue exploring my body with my own touch. As my hand moves up my body, gently cupping my already damp folds, and then heading up to stroke my other breast, I notice that your body isn't completely unaffected either. I watch as your hand moves toward your cock and then grasps your ball sac in one hand.
In my mind, I can clearly see what I want to be happening. My hands, while a poor substitute for yours, can bring me to a place of pleasure. Sinking in more against the feathery mattress and the cushion of the pillows, I bring my knees up so that my feet are resting flat against the bed. With a hand on each knee, I let them fall open, baring my most feminine part. Using the tips of my nails, I slowly drag them down the sensitive inside of my thigh to that soft juncture of my thigh and hip. My breath catches as I move in toward that soft, slightly swollen place that is begging to be touched. My fingers lightly tease the folds. The difference between the feel of the smooth skin and the little tuft of hair at the top makes me smile. I feel bare...but not quite.
My fingers are light touches on my breasts. The nipples are already hard and the small circles of rose pink skin around them are starting to crinkle. Using a thumb and finger, I gently pluck the nipples. The feel of skin on aroused skin is incredible, but the friction is too much. Raising my arms, I wiggle my fingers toward you. Leaning in you suck my fingers into your mouth. The warmth and wetness of your mouth is so very similar to other warm and wet places. I close my eyes and groan low in my throat as you swirl your tongue around the knuckles and fingertips using enough saliva to make sure they are thoroughly coated. Pulling away, I bring my fingers back to my nipples. Using a touch that is firmer, I slide my wet fingers across the hard tips. Everywhere I touch, a cool sensation is left in the wake.
One hand moves to rest against the gentle swell of my belly, right above my mound. My other hand drifts down to the opening of my body. The slick wetness is more intense here and I slid my middle finger inside. My hungry walls close around my finger and a gasp escapes past lips I didn't realize were open. Reluctantly pulling away, I gather as much wetness as I can and slide my finger between those folds up to the hard little nub at the top. Using my other fingers to hold myself open, I gently began to smear the slickness over my sensitive flesh. The circles are wide and ever decreasing as I move to the direct center. My breaths are shorter and I swallow hard. Finally, I apply steady and firm pressure from two fingertips as my now soaked lips close against my fingers and hand. I can feel my inner walls being coated as I clinch and long for something that isn't there.
I feel the bed dip and give as you move next to me. Your thigh and knee easily move over mine to ride against my wet heat. Leaning up on one arm, you lay the other across my breasts as you gently tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear. I press down against your thigh, relishing the feel of the coarse hair against so sensitive a place. You lean into me as I turn into your chest. The curve of my neck and earlobe are exposed to your hungry mouth. With care you place wet open mouth kisses along my jaw and move to my ear. I place one hand against your chest, curling my fingers against the hair as I slide my other hand lower to my throbbing center. I nip at your shoulder as you take my lobe into your mouth and suck. The wet sounds of your mouth on my ear cause my body to flood against your thigh and my fingers. Leaning back, I bring my mouth to yours. Our lips quickly open to the other. The kiss is deep and wet. A moan is trapped against the back of my throat as you plunder the hollow of my mouth. My nails begin to bite at the skin of your chest and along your thigh.
A hand roams up my body as the other continues an assault on the increasingly sensitive bud. I briefly touch my breasts, cupping one in my hand and pulling at the nipple between my fingers. I arch my upper back and press my hips down against the bed. The angle of my body pulls on everything feminine at my core. The pressure increases and a low tightening begins. Gasping and panting for breath I strain against the hand between my thighs. Sinking back into the pillows I ease off the pressure and then steadily increase it again. The building up and then easing off is torture...torture of the sweetest kind. I can feel a throbbing begin deep inside. Every touch sends a wave of some tingly sensation from those inner walls straight to the nub under my fingertips. My other hand is now reaching out blindly on the sheets beside me, flexing and grasping. Holding back that tide seems so futile.
Feeling an answering need, you move fully between my thighs. With your hips you spread them wide. Wanting to help and opening myself fully to you, I lift them up toward my chest. My wet, hot center is now laid open for your touch. One word slips past my lips to brush against yours, “Please”. Grasping your hard flesh, you slide the head between the slippery folds, teasing the sensitive place against the top. My body is already tightening and pulling. Reaching between our bodies, I guide you to the wet opening of my body. I lift my hips as you press down. The slide is slow and the stretching of my body around yours triggers a deep wave of pleasure. My body greedily begins to pull against you, needing to coax your seed into the slick depths of my body. My hands stroke across your chest to your shoulders. With every slap of your sac against the soft flesh between my thighs, I flex my fingers and curl my nails into your skin. The pressure builds until I can do nothing but breath and let it have total control over my body. Arching my neck and chest into you, I begin the rhythmic tightening around your cock. Finally, you settle in deep and groan against my neck. With a final rough breath I feel your body jerk once more before you rest fully against me. My thighs and legs relax to wrap around your hips and thighs holding you still inside of me.
I gasp and let an incoherent litany of sounds fill the still room. Among those sounds is a very distinct name. Yours. Arching again, my back coming up from the pillows and my hips pressing hard against the soft bed, I increase the pressure on my fingers and the tempo of the touch. I can feel my toes begin to curl against the comforter. Every muscle in my lower body seems to be contracting and pulling tight. With a final moan, I let the pressure build and flow out of my body. My fingers begin to slow as I clinch and tighten hard inside. My fingers in the sheets grasp and pull, finally easing as I let my body relax. The touch on my now swollen and very sensitive bud stops as I gently ease my fingers away. There is a sharp tug as I finally break the contact. I lay my wet, sticky fingers across my belly. My breathing is still harsh, but returning to normal. I feel flush and feel that the dampness from the bath has been replaced with dewy sweat behind my knees and under my breasts. Once again, I stretch and relax into a comfortable position and rest. Sated.
Still slightly damp and flush from the hot water of my shower, I let the towel slip down my body to the floor. Standing at the foot of my bed, I feel a few drops of water roll off the ends of my hair and slowly trail down my back. Quickly comes the thought that I'd much rather have your tongue leaving the wet trail across my skin. I climb onto the bed, crawling on my hands and knees, until I'm in the center. There I turn onto my back and stretch out. My body is aroused and every sense seems to be heightened.
The material of the comforter is cool against my hips and legs. As I move them trying to find a comfortable position I notice how they seem to glide over the material. They are soft from the recent shave and the lotion I applied from toe to hip bone. My back settles in against the pillows, seemingly surrounded in softness. The fan above the bed sends a gentle breeze across my bare body as it dries the last bits of moisture. The room is silent except for the sounds of my breathing. My eyes are closed, but only sunlight, filtered through the sheer curtains, lights the room.
You find me spread out on the bed. My legs are slightly bent at the knee and my thighs are open. One arm is across my belly so I can easily touch just the under curve of my breast. The other is skimming across my thigh from my knee to the inside. Walking to the edge of the bed you watch. I raise one eyebrow at you silently asking if you are enjoying what you see. With a nod, you silently give me permission to continue exploring my body with my own touch. As my hand moves up my body, gently cupping my already damp folds, and then heading up to stroke my other breast, I notice that your body isn't completely unaffected either. I watch as your hand moves toward your cock and then grasps your ball sac in one hand.
In my mind, I can clearly see what I want to be happening. My hands, while a poor substitute for yours, can bring me to a place of pleasure. Sinking in more against the feathery mattress and the cushion of the pillows, I bring my knees up so that my feet are resting flat against the bed. With a hand on each knee, I let them fall open, baring my most feminine part. Using the tips of my nails, I slowly drag them down the sensitive inside of my thigh to that soft juncture of my thigh and hip. My breath catches as I move in toward that soft, slightly swollen place that is begging to be touched. My fingers lightly tease the folds. The difference between the feel of the smooth skin and the little tuft of hair at the top makes me smile. I feel bare...but not quite.
My fingers are light touches on my breasts. The nipples are already hard and the small circles of rose pink skin around them are starting to crinkle. Using a thumb and finger, I gently pluck the nipples. The feel of skin on aroused skin is incredible, but the friction is too much. Raising my arms, I wiggle my fingers toward you. Leaning in you suck my fingers into your mouth. The warmth and wetness of your mouth is so very similar to other warm and wet places. I close my eyes and groan low in my throat as you swirl your tongue around the knuckles and fingertips using enough saliva to make sure they are thoroughly coated. Pulling away, I bring my fingers back to my nipples. Using a touch that is firmer, I slide my wet fingers across the hard tips. Everywhere I touch, a cool sensation is left in the wake.
One hand moves to rest against the gentle swell of my belly, right above my mound. My other hand drifts down to the opening of my body. The slick wetness is more intense here and I slid my middle finger inside. My hungry walls close around my finger and a gasp escapes past lips I didn't realize were open. Reluctantly pulling away, I gather as much wetness as I can and slide my finger between those folds up to the hard little nub at the top. Using my other fingers to hold myself open, I gently began to smear the slickness over my sensitive flesh. The circles are wide and ever decreasing as I move to the direct center. My breaths are shorter and I swallow hard. Finally, I apply steady and firm pressure from two fingertips as my now soaked lips close against my fingers and hand. I can feel my inner walls being coated as I clinch and long for something that isn't there.
I feel the bed dip and give as you move next to me. Your thigh and knee easily move over mine to ride against my wet heat. Leaning up on one arm, you lay the other across my breasts as you gently tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear. I press down against your thigh, relishing the feel of the coarse hair against so sensitive a place. You lean into me as I turn into your chest. The curve of my neck and earlobe are exposed to your hungry mouth. With care you place wet open mouth kisses along my jaw and move to my ear. I place one hand against your chest, curling my fingers against the hair as I slide my other hand lower to my throbbing center. I nip at your shoulder as you take my lobe into your mouth and suck. The wet sounds of your mouth on my ear cause my body to flood against your thigh and my fingers. Leaning back, I bring my mouth to yours. Our lips quickly open to the other. The kiss is deep and wet. A moan is trapped against the back of my throat as you plunder the hollow of my mouth. My nails begin to bite at the skin of your chest and along your thigh.
A hand roams up my body as the other continues an assault on the increasingly sensitive bud. I briefly touch my breasts, cupping one in my hand and pulling at the nipple between my fingers. I arch my upper back and press my hips down against the bed. The angle of my body pulls on everything feminine at my core. The pressure increases and a low tightening begins. Gasping and panting for breath I strain against the hand between my thighs. Sinking back into the pillows I ease off the pressure and then steadily increase it again. The building up and then easing off is torture...torture of the sweetest kind. I can feel a throbbing begin deep inside. Every touch sends a wave of some tingly sensation from those inner walls straight to the nub under my fingertips. My other hand is now reaching out blindly on the sheets beside me, flexing and grasping. Holding back that tide seems so futile.
Feeling an answering need, you move fully between my thighs. With your hips you spread them wide. Wanting to help and opening myself fully to you, I lift them up toward my chest. My wet, hot center is now laid open for your touch. One word slips past my lips to brush against yours, “Please”. Grasping your hard flesh, you slide the head between the slippery folds, teasing the sensitive place against the top. My body is already tightening and pulling. Reaching between our bodies, I guide you to the wet opening of my body. I lift my hips as you press down. The slide is slow and the stretching of my body around yours triggers a deep wave of pleasure. My body greedily begins to pull against you, needing to coax your seed into the slick depths of my body. My hands stroke across your chest to your shoulders. With every slap of your sac against the soft flesh between my thighs, I flex my fingers and curl my nails into your skin. The pressure builds until I can do nothing but breath and let it have total control over my body. Arching my neck and chest into you, I begin the rhythmic tightening around your cock. Finally, you settle in deep and groan against my neck. With a final rough breath I feel your body jerk once more before you rest fully against me. My thighs and legs relax to wrap around your hips and thighs holding you still inside of me.
I gasp and let an incoherent litany of sounds fill the still room. Among those sounds is a very distinct name. Yours. Arching again, my back coming up from the pillows and my hips pressing hard against the soft bed, I increase the pressure on my fingers and the tempo of the touch. I can feel my toes begin to curl against the comforter. Every muscle in my lower body seems to be contracting and pulling tight. With a final moan, I let the pressure build and flow out of my body. My fingers begin to slow as I clinch and tighten hard inside. My fingers in the sheets grasp and pull, finally easing as I let my body relax. The touch on my now swollen and very sensitive bud stops as I gently ease my fingers away. There is a sharp tug as I finally break the contact. I lay my wet, sticky fingers across my belly. My breathing is still harsh, but returning to normal. I feel flush and feel that the dampness from the bath has been replaced with dewy sweat behind my knees and under my breasts. Once again, I stretch and relax into a comfortable position and rest. Sated.
March 21, 2008
Finally...
I chose a nick name for him. You know...the him that has the ringing of the phone and the jingle of the text message causing a low throb and tingle in anticipation of just who might be on the other end. Yeah...that him.
DF...and I'm not telling you what it means. He knows, I know, and we're all that need to know.
But feel free to go ahead and guess!
DF...and I'm not telling you what it means. He knows, I know, and we're all that need to know.
But feel free to go ahead and guess!
March 15, 2008
A Little Bit Naughty
I really enjoy this piece of blogland. I like that I can toss out things (be it an attempt at erotica, a picture of me exposed, or just sharing my thoughts related to all things sexual) and everyone is so positive and supportive. The naughty girl loves that! But, I'm more than just a naughty girl. I have deep roots in being the nice girl too. I like to think that I can balance these two parts and bring out the best of both these girls.
Seriously, I sound like I need a psych evaluation for having split personalities! But you know what I mean...
This past week, I went away to where those good girl roots began...I went to visit my parents. Now, if there is ever a place to exercise a little restraint on the naughty girl, it is under your parents' roof! Masturbating is fine (as long as the moans and pants aren't so loud it brings someone to the door to ask if you're okay...) and dirty texting (as long as you keep the silly little smile off your face that draws questions...), but phone sex should be out. Or at least my nice girl says.
I'm still enjoying phone time with my caveman (trying out nick names for him...this might not work?!), but I decided that getting phoned and coming would be off limits this week. First, the good girl kind of felt a little bad about doing that particular naughty deed at home and second, I wanted to see just how long I could go without coming. Ask any girl, if there is a significant lapse of time between orgasms then the first one back is incredible! I love incredible orgasms.
Saturday was easy...I was tired from the drive and still satisfied from Friday night.
Sunday was okay...a little twitchy but okay.
Monday was a little bit harder...thanks to a provocative idea about car sex.
Tuesday was rough...I had to watch where exactly the shower head was pointing.
Wednesday was tempting...so very tempting. I'll admit that I touched, but only briefly.
Thursday was the breaking point...I needed to come and this whole not coming idea was starting to sound really dumb.
Friday was relief!
A sleepy wake up call (I'm beginning to get addicted to those...) and a very hot verbal fantasy left me drenched and throbbing. I knew that if I touched with purpose I'd come and in a major way. My fingers spent a very brief moment stroking my swollen lips and then zeroed in on my clit. It didn't take too many circles or much pressure and I knew I'd come before he could finish his thought. To help slow down that spiraling tightness, I slid my middle finger inside my pussy. I immediately felt myself clamp around my finger. The length and thickness left a lot to be desired, but even then the pressure was fantastic.
I came hard and fast. My lady readership will probably understand that curling pressure that seems to start deep inside and eventually seems to just push out through your clit, pussy, legs, and toes. I can't think of another way to describe it! I wanted to slow it down and enjoy it, but I'm not sure I could have removed my hand if my father was fixing to walk through the bedroom door. Thankfully, I had a thick comforter to bite down on. Even after the first throbby waves settled, I was sensitive enough that taking my finger out and my thumb off my clit nearly started round two. I love orgasms like that!
So, as far as naughty details go, that is all I'm willing to share. I like that some things are still for me alone. But, it is very nice to be back home where I can be naughty (and loud) to my heart's...maybe that should be my girly part's...content!
Seriously, I sound like I need a psych evaluation for having split personalities! But you know what I mean...
This past week, I went away to where those good girl roots began...I went to visit my parents. Now, if there is ever a place to exercise a little restraint on the naughty girl, it is under your parents' roof! Masturbating is fine (as long as the moans and pants aren't so loud it brings someone to the door to ask if you're okay...) and dirty texting (as long as you keep the silly little smile off your face that draws questions...), but phone sex should be out. Or at least my nice girl says.
I'm still enjoying phone time with my caveman (trying out nick names for him...this might not work?!), but I decided that getting phoned and coming would be off limits this week. First, the good girl kind of felt a little bad about doing that particular naughty deed at home and second, I wanted to see just how long I could go without coming. Ask any girl, if there is a significant lapse of time between orgasms then the first one back is incredible! I love incredible orgasms.
Saturday was easy...I was tired from the drive and still satisfied from Friday night.
Sunday was okay...a little twitchy but okay.
Monday was a little bit harder...thanks to a provocative idea about car sex.
Tuesday was rough...I had to watch where exactly the shower head was pointing.
Wednesday was tempting...so very tempting. I'll admit that I touched, but only briefly.
Thursday was the breaking point...I needed to come and this whole not coming idea was starting to sound really dumb.
Friday was relief!
A sleepy wake up call (I'm beginning to get addicted to those...) and a very hot verbal fantasy left me drenched and throbbing. I knew that if I touched with purpose I'd come and in a major way. My fingers spent a very brief moment stroking my swollen lips and then zeroed in on my clit. It didn't take too many circles or much pressure and I knew I'd come before he could finish his thought. To help slow down that spiraling tightness, I slid my middle finger inside my pussy. I immediately felt myself clamp around my finger. The length and thickness left a lot to be desired, but even then the pressure was fantastic.
I came hard and fast. My lady readership will probably understand that curling pressure that seems to start deep inside and eventually seems to just push out through your clit, pussy, legs, and toes. I can't think of another way to describe it! I wanted to slow it down and enjoy it, but I'm not sure I could have removed my hand if my father was fixing to walk through the bedroom door. Thankfully, I had a thick comforter to bite down on. Even after the first throbby waves settled, I was sensitive enough that taking my finger out and my thumb off my clit nearly started round two. I love orgasms like that!
So, as far as naughty details go, that is all I'm willing to share. I like that some things are still for me alone. But, it is very nice to be back home where I can be naughty (and loud) to my heart's...maybe that should be my girly part's...content!
February 23, 2008
Wake Up Call
I was tired yesterday, but it was a very-well-worth-it type of being tired. (Just some information you probably don't need...I'm usually in bed at 9:45pm and asleep at 10:05pm because the alarm goes off at 5:15am. I'm one of those girls who needs her full eight hours. Yes, I know that isn't eight, but it is close after I hit snooze several times.) Most of the time, I enjoy an uninterrupted night of sleep.
Well, Thursday night was a little different. I'd heard from him (him...best I can come up with in terms of nicknames without being too revealing) that he was going to be out with a friend so I wasn't expecting anything out of the ordinary to happen. After changing into my usual pajamas (panties and t-shirt...not exactly naughty girl stuff) and snuggling down in the covers I was out by 10pm. Sometime around 11:30pm I heard my cell phone give the familiar tweet tweet of a text message.
I could so fuck your brains out right now
Being sleepy and thinking that sounded pretty darn good, I asked what was stopping him. Yeah, distance is sort of a pesky problem at the moment, but I thought the phone might make it seem not so far. Have I mentioned how much I enjoy getting phoned by him?!
When I get home?
Being woken up for a fucking might be fun...your call
I thought he was on his way home, so for a few minutes I just laid there. I slid my fingers under the band of my panties and simply rested them against the soft flesh right above my pussy. After a minute of light tapping I decided to wait. I turned back onto my side and slipped easily back into sleep.
I'm pretty sure I went back to sleep with a little smile on my lips. One of the best things about texting and chatting with him is the flirting. And that flirting always leads to just a sweet mmm feeling. I'm sure I always have that little smile on after I get a text, have a chat, or talk to him. So, even if he'd changed his mind about calling, I'd have been happy to fall back asleep just thinking about being woken up to get phoned.
As it turns out, he didn't call right away. It was a little after 2am before the phone rang. By that time I was pretty much dead to the world so he got a very sleepy hello. I don't remember much of the words, but I do remember his voice. Mmmm...what a voice. Anyway, I did manage to turn on my back, raise my knees, and easily slipped my fingers into my panties. I find the idea of being woken up, all soft and pliant, to easy and gentle touches and kisses so erotic. It can turn hot and greedy, but those first few minutes of gentleness...oh my.
I was fully awake by the time he told me that he wanted to hear how wet I was for him. I tried, but the panties were going to have to go. After a little hip lifting and leg wiggling, the panties were in the floor, my fingers were deep in wetness, and he was able to listen. We explored me riding him, him between my thighs sliding deep, a little double penetration, and finally my ass in the air and his hands on my hips while he was balls deep inside my wet pussy. I don't exactly recall, but I hope there was some hair-pulling and biting involved in that.
Panting breaths, groans, moans, whispered names, an oh god, a couple of that's-my-girls, and two orgasms later I was shaky and soaking. It was close to 3am and we each needed to sleep (truthfully I was already headed back that direction...I'm such a guy after I cum...just let me sleep!) to be ready to face the work day in just a few short hours. Saying goodnight, I dropped the phone on the carpet by the bed and turned onto my side gathering the pillows around me. Just so you know, the pillows were a poor substitute for what I wanted snuggled up next to me.
I laid there feeling the wetness on my inner thighs and between my cheeks. I thought about texting that to him, but didn't have the strength to reach over the bed and find the phone on the floor. I briefly thought about getting up and cleaning up, but decided that could wait. I was glad I did because I got to think about it all again the next morning in the shower as I took care of the clean up.
Have I mentioned how much I enjoy this getting phoned thing?!
Well, Thursday night was a little different. I'd heard from him (him...best I can come up with in terms of nicknames without being too revealing) that he was going to be out with a friend so I wasn't expecting anything out of the ordinary to happen. After changing into my usual pajamas (panties and t-shirt...not exactly naughty girl stuff) and snuggling down in the covers I was out by 10pm. Sometime around 11:30pm I heard my cell phone give the familiar tweet tweet of a text message.
I could so fuck your brains out right now
Being sleepy and thinking that sounded pretty darn good, I asked what was stopping him. Yeah, distance is sort of a pesky problem at the moment, but I thought the phone might make it seem not so far. Have I mentioned how much I enjoy getting phoned by him?!
When I get home?
Being woken up for a fucking might be fun...your call
I thought he was on his way home, so for a few minutes I just laid there. I slid my fingers under the band of my panties and simply rested them against the soft flesh right above my pussy. After a minute of light tapping I decided to wait. I turned back onto my side and slipped easily back into sleep.
I'm pretty sure I went back to sleep with a little smile on my lips. One of the best things about texting and chatting with him is the flirting. And that flirting always leads to just a sweet mmm feeling. I'm sure I always have that little smile on after I get a text, have a chat, or talk to him. So, even if he'd changed his mind about calling, I'd have been happy to fall back asleep just thinking about being woken up to get phoned.
As it turns out, he didn't call right away. It was a little after 2am before the phone rang. By that time I was pretty much dead to the world so he got a very sleepy hello. I don't remember much of the words, but I do remember his voice. Mmmm...what a voice. Anyway, I did manage to turn on my back, raise my knees, and easily slipped my fingers into my panties. I find the idea of being woken up, all soft and pliant, to easy and gentle touches and kisses so erotic. It can turn hot and greedy, but those first few minutes of gentleness...oh my.
I was fully awake by the time he told me that he wanted to hear how wet I was for him. I tried, but the panties were going to have to go. After a little hip lifting and leg wiggling, the panties were in the floor, my fingers were deep in wetness, and he was able to listen. We explored me riding him, him between my thighs sliding deep, a little double penetration, and finally my ass in the air and his hands on my hips while he was balls deep inside my wet pussy. I don't exactly recall, but I hope there was some hair-pulling and biting involved in that.
Panting breaths, groans, moans, whispered names, an oh god, a couple of that's-my-girls, and two orgasms later I was shaky and soaking. It was close to 3am and we each needed to sleep (truthfully I was already headed back that direction...I'm such a guy after I cum...just let me sleep!) to be ready to face the work day in just a few short hours. Saying goodnight, I dropped the phone on the carpet by the bed and turned onto my side gathering the pillows around me. Just so you know, the pillows were a poor substitute for what I wanted snuggled up next to me.
I laid there feeling the wetness on my inner thighs and between my cheeks. I thought about texting that to him, but didn't have the strength to reach over the bed and find the phone on the floor. I briefly thought about getting up and cleaning up, but decided that could wait. I was glad I did because I got to think about it all again the next morning in the shower as I took care of the clean up.
Have I mentioned how much I enjoy this getting phoned thing?!
February 15, 2008
Getting Phoned
I'm getting phoned. And I completely hope that sounds as dirty to you as it does when he says it to me! Yes, I'm enjoying some very hot phone sex.
I like sex. I like having sex, reading about sex, occasionally watching people have sex, and talking about sex. Along that line is phone sex. I wouldn't consider myself new to the concept of phone sex. I mean I've had plenty of phone time with the guys I dated. But, I don't want you thinking that I'll give my number out to any thing with a Y chromosome either. I consider myself to be pretty discriminating when it comes to any type of sex. If you were to ask, I'm sure he'd tell you that he had to work for the number.
Anyway, this is a fairly new thing. I really like how he appreciates the naughtiness, but he seems to truly respect and be turned on by the good girl behind all that naughtiness too. We haven't turned into phone bunnies, but I do so enjoy the times we can indulge. This afternoon was one of those times. We each had some things we needed to get accomplished this afternoon so we were sort of on a time line. Thanks to some creative finger work (all me) and a very sexy voice telling me what to do and what not to do (all him) things were very well taken care of and in a timely fashion.
Okay, I guess that is all I wanted to say. I'm enjoying some really hot phone sex! Now, if you're inspired (and even if you're not) get a dial tone and get busy phoning!
I like sex. I like having sex, reading about sex, occasionally watching people have sex, and talking about sex. Along that line is phone sex. I wouldn't consider myself new to the concept of phone sex. I mean I've had plenty of phone time with the guys I dated. But, I don't want you thinking that I'll give my number out to any thing with a Y chromosome either. I consider myself to be pretty discriminating when it comes to any type of sex. If you were to ask, I'm sure he'd tell you that he had to work for the number.
Anyway, this is a fairly new thing. I really like how he appreciates the naughtiness, but he seems to truly respect and be turned on by the good girl behind all that naughtiness too. We haven't turned into phone bunnies, but I do so enjoy the times we can indulge. This afternoon was one of those times. We each had some things we needed to get accomplished this afternoon so we were sort of on a time line. Thanks to some creative finger work (all me) and a very sexy voice telling me what to do and what not to do (all him) things were very well taken care of and in a timely fashion.
Okay, I guess that is all I wanted to say. I'm enjoying some really hot phone sex! Now, if you're inspired (and even if you're not) get a dial tone and get busy phoning!
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