Wet Sheets

If you've been reading for any length of time then you probably remember me saying that I wanted to learn how to squirt (by the way...that word sounds dirty and not the good dirty...I'll use the term splash from here on out). I had read about other bloggers who were soaking their sheets on a regular basis and I wanted in on the fun.

My best blogging gal pal, Rae, has been my total source of information. See she's been splashing for quiet some time...bitch (you know I mean that in the sweet way!)... and I was so jealous. While I know the ability to splash doesn't make or break me as a woman, I didn't want to be left out. Believe me, I tried and tried. I even bought a toy that claimed to guarantee a little splash. Unfortunately, my body just seemed like a dud in the splash department. Well, until today...

Yep, those are my sheets. As you can see they are wet! It might be a little harder on the blue sheet, but I promise it got splashed too.

Forever Rae has been telling me that thinking too hard about splashing will cause it to not happen. Her advice was to simply relax and it would happen. I suppose that is what happened today.

The entire experience started out with me watching a short movie of a naughty nature. The longer I watched the more turned on I became. I left the computer and was stripping on my way to my bedroom. I reached for that vibe that hangs out in the nightstand drawer thinking it might be a nice change of pace to have the penetration along with the clit rubbing. The egg shaped tip rested briefly on my clit but I was soaked and I easily slid it inside of me.

I spent a few minutes pushing it in and pulling it out of my wetness. Then I pushed it in and simply held it while my fingers put firm pressure on my clit. Letting my imagination run wild, I let go of the vibe in favor of clutching the sheet in my hand while the other pressed harder against my clit. I seem to remember my feet flat and lifting my hips and opening my thighs wide.

The next thing I knew the vibe slipped out (which normally I have an awesome grip and come around the egg shaped thing) and then I felt a little pop feeling followed by my orgasm. I laid there for a minute catching my breath. I also shifted my legs on the sheets and had my first encounter with the wet top sheet. I leaned over to put the vibe on the nightstand and realized more than just that sheet was wet.

Now, I hadn't had the urge to go to the bathroom before this began so I thought that maybe it might have been that. Remember I don't have a great track record for splashing so I wasn't quite ready to believe. Then I remembered that Rae says that you can sniff the wet spot and tell right away if it is splash or an unfortunate loss of control. So, sniff I did...it did not smell like pee. It actually didn't have an odor, but I did notice that it had a slight shine to it.

Hopefully optimistic, I found my splash expert friend and after several questions and answers I feel safe in saying I splashed. Finally! Now, if I could do it again...that becomes the next question...

Hello Old Friend

Everywhere I turn these days I run into someone spouting the virtues of a vibrator. Just to prove my point...here and here. Also, the topic recently came up in a group of friends trying to decide if a vibrator was an appropriate bridal shower gift. We decided that it was because the couple is...adventurous shall we say.

Now, I am the kind of girl that doesn't have such a loving relationship with my vibrator. Yes, you read that right...singular. I only own one vibrator. It isn't some freakishly accurate phallus shaped thing. There are no balls or animals made out of gel attached to it. It is what the manufactures call the Plain Jane. Well, if you're interested, you can see it in action here. See, nothing fancy...girly pink, slender except for that egg shaped thing, and smooth. I bought it for its "make you squirt" guarantee. I wonder if it is too late to get my money back...

I play with it occasionally, but mostly it resides in my nightstand drawer. I'm sure it has a grand ole' time in there with the remotes, lip balm, and various pens and pads of paper. While it works fine, I just prefer my fingers. I've thought about bringing it out during playtime with DF, but we're kinda...fast...so again the fingers just work best.

But...I've gotten intimately reacquainted with my old friend Vibe. Saturday afternoon I was in the mood to come. Not just any kind of coming, but I wanted to feel that pressure inside of me, feel my walls tightening around something, and that delicious pop feeling when there is a withdrawal. After digging out the toy cleaner and spiffing Vibe up, I was set to go. I started with some soft stroking of my lips and imagining a little role expansion (more about that later!). It worked like a charm. I was slick in minutes.

I twisted Vibe's end and soon had a sweet buzzing started. I spread my thighs, arched my hips, and slid Vibe inside. I don't think I sighed and heard angels singing, but darn did it feel wonderful. I pressed that thing inside till I thought I'd break something and then began the twist. And the sliding almost out and the all the way back in. I found that the wider I spread my lips the sharper the sensations inside along the walls of my pussy. It wasn't long until I couldn't resist rubbing my clit. The orgasm that followed was simply amazing.

And for the girl that doesn't pay much attention to her vibrator...well, let's just say we've been very close the last few nights. Perhaps the trend will continue or I just might settle back into the comfortable familiarity of my nimble fingers. But for the moment...I've a very satisfied woman.

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.

***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!

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.

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!

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?!

All About The Fingers...

I'm not quite sure where I found this, but I did steal it. I'm a sucker for a meme type thing and this one had a decidedly naughty twist to it! I honestly do not remember when I start masturbating. I want to say maybe at the end of middle school or maybe before I started high school. I do know that I didn't have a clue what I was doing. Remember there is a good girl too and her parents certainly didn't explain self pleasure to her! Anyway, I started to try new things, I listened closely in the locker room, and I read...a lot. I've gotten pretty good at knowing how I like being touched and what makes me respond the most. Also, letting the good girl prevail I didn't talk about masturbating either. Girls didn't do that sort of thing...or at least that good girl kept telling me. Well, one night in college while I was co-house-sitting I opened up to my small circle of friends. It was some drinking game and I was doing a really bad job at winning so spilling came pretty easy. Low and behold, they couldn't believe that was my dirty secret. And so, thus started the whole trend of being comfortable with it. And boy...am I comfortable with it!

How many self-pleasuring toys do you own? One...which I just recently bought.

Where do you usually masturbate? Mostly at home in my bed. I have this thing about my bed. It is one of my favorite places. I've also masturbated on the bed in my parents' spare bedroom, in the shower, and in a friend's spare bedroom. That one I actually had some reservations about, but I quickly got over it!

How many times a day do you masturbate? Usually just once a day. More often if it is the weekend or I'm relaxed and happy. And sometimes not at all. It all depends...

Do you watch porn? Yes...and sometimes I still feel weird about it. It is sort of like a weird fascination. By watching porn I've discovered that I like watching. I knew I liked watching a guy get off, but watching a woman is surprisingly hot. I kind of like that too.

Have you ever been caught masturbating? I don't think so! But I have been overheard. Those dorm room walls were surprisingly thin...

Do you prefer masturbation to another person getting you off? No. I like masturbating, but it doesn't replace that skin on skin contact.

When is your favorite time to masturbate? Before bed.

What is the craziest thing you’ve ever done while masturbating? Hmm...I'm not sure. There was one time when I was craving some sort of penetration and grabbed my hairbrush. The handle was thick and the bristles felt amazing against my clit. I don't know if that counts as crazy but it sure was pleasurable!