Wednesday, May 03, 2023

Ache

There is nothing quite like the feel of his tongue on my clitoris. The slip and slide that nothing else can recreate, electric and hot. How I fantasize about it. The freedom what comes from his willingness. I won't ever ask but I will always hunger for it.

And then there's the need his cock creates every time I feel the sweet weight of it on my tongue. Thick and heavy, I worship the feel of it. If the brain is the real erogenous zone then his cock is the key that unlocks my imagination. Sucking on it the head of his cock just so... it makes my pussy ache with the desire for his cock to push inside. To feel him fill every inch of me.

Just thinking about it now makes me ache. 

Sunday, February 26, 2023

A Perfect evening

I've been seeing Jestin for over a year now. Like clockwork we started meeting every Saturday night. Pretty quickly it became clear to me that once a week wasn't going to be enough. 

The more I saw him, the better the sex would get. I began to slowly offer him suggestions how he might be better able to make me cum. He began to slowly incorporate the ideas into our evenings together.

Every time I'd make a carefully framed and phrased suggestion and he not only accepted it but put it into action the more I shared. These days I have little of importance to say about his skills in bed because he's so capable of making me cum so easily.

I don't hesitate anymore to tell him how much I appreciate him, his body, his touch. I don't tell him how much I appreciate his mind, though I do. It's the one thing I keep to myself. I don't want him to know, though I'm sure he can tell. Without the words, without telling him how much he means to me he'll never really be sure. And I'll never have to face his rejection of me in that way. 

Instead, I get to enjoy the taste and feel of his mouth on mine, this forever gentle hands sliding tenderly over my skin, treating me like someone delicate. His tongue on my clitoris, licking and sucking so I cum over and over. I get to feel the usually slow push of his long, thick, hard cock into my aching pussy.

His cock is so perfect, too. Uncut so when he thrusts into me there's the extra glide and without the friction-- a unique sensation I can't fake with a dildo. The thickness of it fills me just a little more than I'd have ever chosen for myself but suits me perfectly. The length pushing passed my cervix into the deepest part of my pussy. A feeling unlike anything I've felt before. It doesn't hurt at all, just massive pressure and pleasure. 

Friday I left early to meet him so I could spend the extra hours in his bed. And I did, wrapped his arms, my mouth wrapped delightfully around his cock, his hands between my legs. Getting to spend so many hours-- 6? Delighting in the feel of his body against my own.

Jestin makes me feel everything I've ever dreamed of. Snuggling into his arms, having his breath on my neck is everything.



Tuesday, August 09, 2022

Sniffing around

 DB had reached out to me a few times in recent months. I'm under the impression despite a lack of actual wedding photos appearing on his Facebook that he somehow found a wife during the pandemic. He had some things labeled honeymoon and he's not the type to mislabel. 

I don't know her, of course. I don't want to. Looking at her I find myself confused by his choice. She won't be giving him the babies he wants so badly. Knowing him, she's also not the horny, kinky, adventurous slut I am.

I assume it's the latter that brings him back to messaging me. He mentions our nights. I withhold so much of the desire I can't help but feel for some of those days. He asks me how I'm doing now. I say nothing of the man I've been seeing, of the fantastic, orgasmic sex I've been having.

I have to give credit to DB. He blew my mind from the first time I crawled into his bed. He made me cum and cum that first night.

But here I am now, seeing Jem and having my mind blown regularly. He's not kinky, but he is attentive and kind. Where DB was often selfish in his desires, despite this amazing ability to please me, Jem is anything but selfish. 

I cannot begin to express how much I appreciate that since I told him how much I love having his hands on me that he does his best to always touch me while I'm in his room.  His hands on my body are everything and he treats me like it. 

I'm happy with what I have now. DB will always be special but Jem is so much more and so very real. I'm so grateful for him. 

Wednesday, March 16, 2022

Teaching a man how

 MJ has been keeping me busy on my Saturday nights. I think we've missed one since we first met. It sucked. I still look back at it with regret.

He and I had a lot of fun from the beginning. There is a reason I continue to go see him. Ban "in the olden days" most men maxed out at 3 months and then I'd get bored. With MJ I admit I feel a little restless. I do miss the unique naughtiness of being at the swingers club. The freedom and nudity and fun sexual exploration. But good God damn. I can't even consider giving up my weekly play with MJ.

His mouth, his cock. And now, his fingers. I've asked him a couple of times to finger me. Not being very pushy about it. And then I got pushy. And with my pushiness, he discovered how to make me cum over and over until I am satisfied.

We're gradually making adjustments. 

Monday, November 15, 2021

Amateur Hour

 It's been a very long time since I've been truly active on this blog. In the last decade I've become much busier with real life. Work, family, pets, volunteering, creating, doing other work, and having a ton of sex. I sit down on my couch and think "I need more time in my day" so I don't feel like I have time to blog. Why blog when I can be doing?

But, every so often I come back and read some of my old posts and it makes me glad that I took that time. I used to blog all the time. I used to keep a diary. I've done neither, though I've tried to start keeping a bullet journal as an alternative. But how do I keep a wonderful sex blog in a bullet journal I occasionally share with others at work? Maybe I need a code. 100 years from now someone will be looking at my old bullet journal and they'll wonder what amazing things I've hidden in my bullets only to discover it was just me getting fucked.

There's something that amuses me about keeping a sexual history amongst my work to do lists.

Meanwhile, MJ encouraged me to write more. I think I shared some older entries with him. Maybe he just wants to be remembered, by me or others. Knowing his sexual prowess is commemorated somewhere.

Meanwhile, I've discovered the creator side of blogger doesn't seem to be very conducive of finding other bloggers "like me." Real people having real sex. I love amateur porn and I guess I love it in memoir form, too.

Part of me is tempted to take on some of the things larger bloggers do. Sex toy reviews, mostly. I have a fair number. And maybe some time I'll write something about my favorites (magic wand, anyone)? But I still prefer the realness of sharing my day to day sex life and I'll stick to that. So I guess this blog won't be making me rich. Oh well. 

The Next One

 I met MJ online. He was one of many hopefuls that have messaged me, but for whatever reason his message was one of the least offensive at the time. I told him he lived too far away... but I might make an exception.

I looked at his images, one his nearly naked body--thinner and taller than I like but not something I was going to worry about. The physical matters so much less to me now than it once did. The second photo was his hard cock.

I'm not the kind of girl who likes dick pics, unless I'm friendly with the dick already. But in this case I was grateful he included it.  Large without being looking fake or disturbing.  And uncut. A combination I desperately wanted to enjoy.

I've never been a size queen. I don't need a big cock. But having spent the majority of quarantine occasionally hooking up with a man with a small cock that has difficulty getting hard and cums way too quickly I was ready to go a very different direction. I needed to be fucked. The one night stand I'd recently had involved a guy who stayed nicely hard but wasn't that big. I wanted to be filled. MJ was going to give that to me and a little more.

I have become more reluctant to hook up with men my age due to finding out how many of them have trouble getting or staying hard or who can only cum once and they're done for the day. However, something told me to take the chance and I'm so glad I did.

I think it took about a week for us to match up our schedules the first time. But that first time more than made up for all the months of disappointment up until then. I was a little afraid of MJ's cock because it is so large and I'm not used to that. But he was gentle and kind and attached his mouth to my pussy until I came a few times before he even tried to enter me. 

That man knows how to use his tongue. Teasing and living my clit until I'm on the edge of orgasm before sucking it into his mouth while I shake and arch my hips toward the pleasure.  I came twice that way and was on the edge of a third when he started to move away. I know I reached my hand toward him to stop him from abandoning me, letting it fall back against the bed in disappointment. But he saw my distress and wrapped his lips back around my clit giving me that orgasm I had nearly lost.

He moved back over me, then and asked if he could kiss me. I didn't answer, pulling his wet mouth down to mine, tasting and smelling my arousal on him.

He got a condom at some point and put it on before he nestled his cock head between my legs and began the shallow, slow pushes that would open my pussy to his length.  I don't remember it hurting at all. I remember feeling myself stretch to accommodate his girth but it wasn't painful, just different.  I don't know if he pushed all the way inside until he was buried balls deep or if he realized he might be too much and held back. I just know it felt amazing to have him inside me.

And like a trope in a bad romance novel I discovered just having his cock inside me was enough to make me cum. The muscles in my pussy would twitch with pleasure and anticipation and the feel of his thickness defying the clenching sent me into orgasm. 

I pushed him out more than a few times, cumming over and over as he'd push back inside me. He discovered if he pushed his cock all the way in as I started to cum he could stay inside. He later told me when he was all the way inside and I came he felt like I was pulling him deeper instead of pushing him out.

He pulled out a few times, getting up to get water, mostly, keeping himself from cumming before he was ready. He did eventually allow himself to cum, fucking me in a dozen or so short strokes until his cock erupted.

I lay there afterward feeling amazing but nowhere near sated. I wanted and needed more. But experience told me I should be grateful for how very much I got and that I should stop thinking about how much I needed to find someone to keep up with me.

And then he did it again. I was more sore that time, feeling the burning pressure of him stretching my pussy to take his generous cock a second time. The pain quickly abated and I have myself over to the pleasure his body offered mine.

I left his place in the wee hours, tired, used, and utterly content that I had been successfully and gratifyingly fucked just the way I needed.

It wasn't until the next day that my pussy let me know in no uncertain terms that while it had enjoyed meeting MJ it was not used to having visitors, let alone ones who, uh, pushed the furniture around.



Sunday, November 14, 2021

Ending the dry spell

 I finally managed to end my dry spell with a cute 26 year old. Thankfully for my own discrimination he had a look of a man of indeterminate age. He was not very shy. I tend to spend a little more time talking and let things happen fairly naturally. He was not interested in waiting. He made the first moves.

It wasn't amazing. It was a nice way to end the dry spell. He surprised me with his natural dominance in bed, at one point I was on top of him and grabbed his hands, using them as leverage and teasing him "I'm in control now." "Oh, yeah?" He asked before spreading his arms wider forcing me to drop closer to him. I'm sure the look on my face was priceless.

At some point while I was with him he mentioned me coming back the following week.  In reality, we texted back and forth a couple of times before he told me he was having a busy week. I don't need to beg a man for attention so I left things up to him. It was a month before he texted me again.

I didn't waste much more than a passing thought on him the next weekend, disappointed by his lack of contact but happy to look for someone more responsive. Lucky for me, there are plenty of willing men in the area and maybe even a few dozen of those I find both physically and mentally attractive. 

It was maybe another week before I decided to meet my next prospect in person. 



Sunday, July 18, 2021

Favorite Moments

Keith's cock nestling against my ass crack while he rubbed my back. It was more about his cock than about the back rub.

DB's kisses. The passion and longing and affection.

The marine's... naked perfection. His confidence. His cock.

The feel of Jared's cock finding that one spot inside me making me beg him to not stop what he was doing. The intense pleasure that became one of the most intense orgasms I've had from being fucked.  Oh the magic of that cock.

What's his name's magic mouth. The first man to make me cum. Oh, that mouth.

So many others with those perfect moments I hope I never forget.