A few weeks ago D offered to pick me up after he got off work. The plan was to pick up pizza, watch movies, and have me sleep over, then he would drop me off on his way to work. I loved this idea, since I had never slept over with D, though always wanted to.

The night went as planned, and I had a blast. It was something new with D, and it made me feel closer to him. He informed me that Brad was going to be staying over after he got off work. I was really excited about this, imagining another threesome. I became really bummed when I learned that we would be asleep by the time he got off work.

That night we went to bed. We kissed goodnight. After a few minutes D made a comment about his “new soft underwear.” I took that as an invitation and reached over to grope him. His underwear was soft, but his cock was not, and I pointed it out. D was relieved to hear that I had condoms in my purse.

I left the cozy bed to get them, and we had a nice fuck. After, he fell asleep and I tried to sleep. I don’t sleep well in new places. Eventually I fell asleep, and woke up to D missing from the bed. I looked at the time and saw that it was time for him to get ready. I figured I should start getting ready too.

We spent some time looking for his work pants, eventually finding them in the room Brad was sleeping. I decided to fuck with him. D was still finishing getting ready, so I went back in to Brad, who was snoring peacefully.

I started rubbing his nipples and he started waking up. I told him good morning and he realized it was me. He rolled over from his side to his back and I reached my hand under his covers to find his dick. I started rubbing that, feeling it turn rock hard at my touch.

Brad started moaning, begging for a blowjob. I told him there wasn’t enough time. He made a sad sound and I rubbed more. At that moment D called for me that he was ready. I apologized to Brad, gave him a hug and kiss, then bolted from the room to leave with D. I told him everything on the way home and we laughed.

I was amused at myself, but also felt a tiny bit bad for the hardened state I left Brad in. That was a fun sleepover, and maybe, hopefully, Brad can join us next time. He might even get that blowjob he begged for.

The Right One

I learned a very valuable lesson with the last guy I dated, however I just now realized it. I learned why people say they will “try something with the right person.”

We all have fantasies. Some are more kinky than others. Some of my fantasies are on the kinkier side. The guy I dated wanted to know them. I was embarrassed, but I shyly told him. He wasn’t disgusted, but he wasn’t into it either. I dropped it.

However, he always ended up bringing it up. He offered to try those things with me. I wasn’t really excited to, but I did try because I worried no one else would offer. I figured I was just nervous to, and I was deep down, but it was more than that.

I wasn’t as into it. I mean, the idea still turned me on, I still got off watching it on porn, but with him it felt wrong. I realize now it is because he just wasn’t the right one. Even though he was trying to be the nice, supportive boyfriend, I couldn’t get into it because he wasn’t into it as sexually as I was. That is why I was so uncomfortable.

I know now the true meaning of waiting for the right one. I need to try these things with someone that gets off on doing the things for me, not just doing me a favor.


A few weeks ago I was feeling pretty miserable. It started when I went with my roommate to the mall and she went to the “diet store.” I went with her, and in there I felt feelings no one should ever feel about themselves. I walked out, nearly in tears, scared of the thoughts that crossed my mind. I went to the game store in hopes of finding a new game.

When we got home later, I locked myself in my room and lost myself in the game I bought. Unfortunately it was a work night so my gaming got cut short. However, I was too restless to sleep. I decided to try masturbating even though I wasn’t sure it would help. I put on a sappy romance movie and got to work, focusing on my pleasure and not being turned on.

The first orgasm took a while, but eventually I came. I decided that I didn’t give a care and I made my moans loud and clear. Once my peak came back down, I heard the toilet flush. Whoops, I guess the roommate heard it all, as my bedroom wall is connected to the bathroom wall. I decided to go for round two.

Round two came much quicker, and I came just as loud. I still wasn’t satisfied, so I went for round three. It had been years since I went for more than two orgasms and I wanted to see if I could still do it.

Round three came even quicker, louder, and harder. I even squirted, I didn’t care. It was the 4th day of the month, the new year even, so I went for four.

Round four eluded me. My clit had lost the majority of sensitivity, but I kept going, using my wetness from so many orgasms to moisten my clit. As the movie ended I came, this time soaking my bed. I rolled over to the other side and passed out.

The next day I apologized to my roommate for anything she may have heard that night. She giggled and said she was glad I had fun. I went for an orgasm a day for the next few days, but the 7th day I had nearly lost all clit sensation so I gave up a few seconds into trying to get day seven’s orgasm.


Back in October J would text me everyday. While waiting for shit to do at work I would text him back. I loved the random texts during the day asking for my permission to masturbate. We had made small talk about his hot tub, but I had been afraid to go there ever since that first time.

One day the lead was being a total bitch. It was a long and frustrating day so I told him about it. He offered the hot tub again. I accepted his offer. Work couldn’t get done soon enough once it did I got home and showered. I packed my swim suit and some sexy things, just in case.

When I got to his place the street was dark and empty. I texted him and he met me at the car I was borrowing. He wrapped me up in a hug and kissed me lightly on the lips. He held my hand as he walked me up the driveway, into his house and finally bedroom.

We made small talk for only a few minutes, just until he offered the hot tub again. He left the room for a minute to grab towels. We got to the hot tub house and he shut the door and began to strip. I followed suit, making tours to ask about possible visitors. He said no one ever went in there.

He got in and I followed, both of us completely exposed. He pulled me close and I sat next to him, his arm around my shoulder. I tilted my head up towards him and we started kissing. As the kissing got heavier, I reached down to feel his hard cock. I started stroking it, noticing how the water made it harder to stroke smoothly. I moved my hand towards his balls and started fondling them. He started moaning as I played them, gently rubbing them together, feeling them.

After a while he moved in front of me, teasing my mound with his dick. I floated myself up just enough so that his head was at my slit. He grabbed his dick and started teasing my clit with his head. I maneuvered myself so that his cock was right at my vagina. I scooted down just a tad and he was inside.

He gasped and began slowly thrusting. I had my arms outside of the tub and used them to hold me up and down. The water made me float, so buoyantly. I was able to ride with him, move along with him. I wanted more, imagined more. I could move so freely in the water.

We fucked in the water for a few minutes, and it was bliss. Too soon he pulled out. We weren’t using protection, so he didn’t want to get too worked up. He grabbed my waist and pulled me into his lap. We sat in the hot tub, J just holding me, kissing my neck, feeling my breasts.

When he got too hot we got out and sat on the chairs. We talked for a bit, but I could tell he was getting weird again. He was too quiet, acting like he did the last time I was at his place. We got dressed and went back to his room.

We watched a show on Netflix, but it just didn’t feel right. I went home after the show. We hung out one time after that (no sex) and he’s been silent since.

The hot tub is my new favorite place to fuck. I definitely hope I get new chances to play in a tub, either with J or someone else. I really want to straddle a lap and ride.

TMI Tuesday – Bringing Up the Past

Hello! This week’s TMI Tuesday questions were adapted from the Newlywed Game. Enjoy!

1. What is the nickname a lover had for you that made you cringe?

I have actually never had a nickname from a lover.

2. Where do you most often toss or keep your excess change (coins)?

I have 4 little cylinder plastic things that used to hold drink mix packets. Each one is labeled respectively “pennies,” “nickels,” “dimes,” and “quarters.”

3. If someone wrote a book about your past lovers and past sex life, which category fits best:
a. Abnormal psychology book
b. Steamy romance novel
c. Sad sad story

Sad sad story, sadly enough. Maybe a few bits of erotica, but mostly sad.

4. Some say sex is like driving. Pretend you are a car. Are you: rear, front or all-wheel drive?

Umm, automatic? Haha, but to answer the question, “all wheel drive”

5. What is it that you do daily that you would like to stop doing?

Umm, the necessity to go to work? Does that count? I just want to write, fuck, and play video games. Sadly I need to work to support those habits.

6. What is the biggest lie you ever told to get someone into bed or the biggest lie you ever told in bed?

I have actually never lied to a partner in bed, or to get them in bed. In fact, I might be too honest.

Bonus: If married, who was interested in marriage first, you or your spouse?

Not married, so N/A. However, when Will and I lived together marriage did come up. It was pretty mutual when we talked about taking that next step.

TMI Tuesday blog

Sinful Sunday – Memory Lane

Growing up, I was never a huge fan of black and white television. In fact, I still kind of avoid it to this day. However, I am learning to appreciate pictures with a black and white edit, especially naughty ones.

My boobs seemed to be such a hit last week, I will share them again, only this time I found a pic from a while ago when I still had my piercings.


Sinful Sunday

Catching a Break

Tuesday was a good day. It started with sex. D came over at 6 AM before I got ready for work and gave me a nice hard fucking. We had a nice make out session, though all in all it was a quickie. A nice quickie, especially since he’s going out of town for a week.

Work was work, I didn’t want to be there, but I got no flack from my supervisor when I asked to leave two hours early. I had plans with family to go get insurance on the car they are giving me. We were able to put the car in my name there, once it’s smog checked I will get the pink slip. I have a car now!!!!

When I got home I saw the Mail on my bed that the roommate left me. Normally it’s bills. I got a sudden sense of dread. I opened the envelope, wondering why in the fuck disability was sending me stuff again. It turned out to be the $1,300 they owed me for the month they didn’t pay me.

I couldn’t believe how good of a day it was. I scored fucking big. I then got to talk to Ginger online. He will be coming over next week for dinner.

So, I started the day with sex, got a free car, got a free lunch, then got paid money I thought I would never see again. Can all my days start with sex? Please? 😀

The Accident

Well, i have mentioned it enough, I guess I should talk about it. I will warn, it’s not very sexy, so I understand if you pass it up.

I was at a 4-way intersection. The north and south had stop signs, the east and west did not. I was coming up on the west side. I slowed down, almost to a full stop just in case. The road was completely clear, so I started turning left. I had just started my turn when I felt a crash. I didn’t know what the fuck was going on.

I looked up to see my hood smashed up and a car in front of me, smashed up as well. Next thing I knew, a lady came out of a building holding a phone. She asked if I wanted her to call 911, and I looked at her funny while I grabbed my phone and said I had one.

She immediately called for me, as I was too out of it. I kept asking myself what the fuck just happened. Minutes later the cops came, then the tow trucks. Apparently the other driver was my cousin I hadn’t seen in 7+ years.

When being questioned, I was completely honest. I had no idea what happened. She was not there when I started my turn. The police took out information and left. The tow truck driver was a complete dick to me. I was confused and out of it and he was not helping. He dropped me off at a friend’s up the road and took my car to the yard.

To this day I still don’t know what the fuck happened. It is extremely fuzzy. Apparently she was coming at me from the east. She had to have been speeding, but it didn’t matter. Because I was turning left, it automatically made it my fault.

I hold a lot of resentment towards her. She got a new car, and because I only had minimum coverage, I got nothing. I did have a broken neck and a car in the wreckers. I was off work three months and still on light duty because my neck and back do weird shit now. I also had to take out my nipple piercings for the multiple X-Rays and CT scans. I also have to get an MRI on my neck now when I can get it worked out.

So yeah, car accidents fuck shit up. I have been recently extremely depressed about it and everything it’s caused and taken away. It put me in huge debt and I just didn’t feel like it was going to get better. However, 2015 is finally letting me catch a break…


So, way before my accident there was a guy at work that I had a bit of an attraction to. I knew only his name and that he winked at me whenever we crossed paths. Fast forward to after the accident and returning to work. The wink he gave me came with a huge grin.

I started talking to him, getting to know him in small bits. I found out when he had break and would take mine at the same time. (My roommate joked that I was stalking him. I call it being at the right place at the right time *giggle*).

I will call him Ginger, for his fiery red hair. It was with him that I really embraced my attraction to redheads. Anyways, Ginger became the reason I went to work each day. I looked forward to seeing him, getting to know him. I was going through a major downward mental spiral and he lifted me in so many ways.

We exchanged screen names for the gaming console we had and I got a game to play with him. I had a blast playing with him online, chatting and joking. I was so happy when I was talking to him.

At the beginning of December he met me in the break room with his usual grin. He informed me that he had just put in two weeks. I fished for information, while inside I was devastated. What was I going to do now that my motivation would no longer be there?

I got gutsy and had one of my many “fuck it moments.” I suggested that we hang out since we wouldn’t be able to eat together anymore. He sounded to really like the idea. That gave me a little bit of hope.

Three weeks after he quit we got to hang out. His mom dropped him off at my place and I made take and bake pizza. We talked for 5 hours straight, with only one awkward pause when he asked what time it was. We talked about funny and sad things, serious and goofy things. I feel like we really got to know each other.

When he was ready to go as it was getting late, I gave him a ride home in the vehicle I borrowed from family. The conversation took an interesting turn. He made a cannibal joke (I forgot what it was), so I countered with mine (What’s the definition of trust? Two cannibals giving each other a blowjob). He then informed me that he didn’t see the point in blowjobs.

I bit my tongue (I wanted to offer to show him the point) and he continued. He also didn’t see the point in any fancy “positions,” that sex was for making babies only. Fuck my life. I have been there. I have been in a serious relationship with a guy that felt that way. I almost dated another like that. I can’t see myself going there again, because I wasn’t happy.

One part of me is highly intrigued. I want to turn him, open his world and show him all of the wonderful and sexy things. I have a thing for being people’s firsts. The other part of me feels like I should run. I would not be happy, especially if I can’t turn him. His religion seems pretty important to him and his family. He is also a mama’s boy, which could make things even harder on me. I am also terrified of pursuing this because I have a feeling he could be the date to marry type. I am far from ready for anything serious.

I have such a crush on this guy. I could never stay away. If anything I think this could mean a really good platonic friendship. I don’t have very many, so another would be nice. Damn though, what if he wants more and I can’t give it to him? I don’t want to hurt the guy.