There is a shirt that I own that I feel makes my boobs look look fantastic. The way the fabric clings to them, accentuating in all the right places. I find myself looking down constantly to admire the way my boobs look whenever I wear this shirt.
I was taking a few naughty pics for the boyfriend the other night and was feeling kind of silly when I had an idea after finishing a bag of chips. I went and found my matching chip clip, took off my shirt and put the clips on my nipples. I was amused with the results. They didn’t hurt, so that was a bonus, and gave me ideas for future playtime.
I really hate this picture. I took it last week during my little mini photo shoot. I was going to crop the hell out of it, but I decided to leave it uncut, to show some of the real me.
In my naughty pictures, I always try and hide my largeness. This one shows it a great deal. The outfit does a terrible job of supporting my breasts, leaving them to look saggy and floppy.
As far as the second picture goes, I dislike it a little bit less, but I would like it a lot more if I still had my piercings.
However, we are our own worst critics.
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.
***Below is a post I wrote last April about a time J and I met up and things happened…and didn’t happen***
It had been a long week. Just when I was starting to forget about J and try to move on, I started missing him like crazy, missing the things we did, missing how well we fit together. I had just come home from doing errands Friday night when I opened Skype to see a wall of text form J.
Basically he was feeling better than he was and he wanted to give being friends a try. I messaged him immediately and got a response soon after. We chatted and made small talk. I asked if he would be interested in hanging out, chatting and watching movies that night. When he asked where I had in mind, I said he could come here or I could go there. He said coming here would be best.
I quickly cleaned my room while he stepped away from the computer to take a shower. When he was back I gave him directions. I met him outside and we walked to my door. I quickly introduced him to my roommate and her boyfriend before leading him to my room.
Once inside I shut the door and we hugged. It was a quick and awkward hug, neither of us knowing what to do or say next. We picked a movie and while I put it in, he took off his shoes and got comfy on my bed. I laid down next to him, and we spooned watching the movie, him being the big spoon.
It still amazes me how well we fit together. With as much emotional hell he puts me through when he disappears from my life, I feel so content and happy in his arms. I never want it to end.
Throughout the movie we just layed there, his hand moving up and down my side and hip. I smiled at his touch, enjoying the feel of his hand on me. I turned my head around and smiled up at him. He smiled back and leaned down to kiss me. I aimed my lips upward to meet his. Our lips lingered for a second then split away.
I felt him scoot closer, as close as we could be since we were already spooning. He pulled me close to him and I snuggled in comfortably against his chest. He leaned up and whispered in my ear.
“Can I play with your boobs?” he asks,
“Of course,” I say, leaning back so that my cleavage was exposed.
Slowly he reached out a hand and started massaging and rubbing my breasts. First my right, then my left, then both. My breathing got deeper, and I watched his face, loving the way he smiled and bit his lip nervously. I leaned up and we kissed again, this time letting our tongues touch and gently massage each other.
I arched my back and he pulled me closer to him, getting a bit rougher with my tits. He asked if we could take off my bra. Immediately I sat up and unhooked the back and slid the straps out through my sleeves, the tossing it across the room. I lay back and he lifted my shirt so that my tits were exposed. He grinned and leaned down to let his mouth explore them.
I reached my hands up and wrapped them around him, scratching his back, sliding my hands up his neck and running my fingers through his hair. As his mouth explored my chest, his hands explored my legs and hips.
“I love your legs,” he said under his breath, just loud enough for me to hear.
By this time I am facing him, our hands exploring each other. I had my hand on his leg and slowly moved it to his noticeable erection. I traced the tip with my index finger, then took it with my finger tips and moved them up. I moved my hands up to his belt and started to undo it. He moved my hands and quickly undid the belt himself, then his jeans button. I pulled down his zipper and rubbed his cock from the outside of his boxers.
He moaned softly and I took that as encouragement. I removed my hand and started to pull his pants off. He arched his back and they came off easily. Next we undid my pants and I tossed them aside. We were now just in our shirts and underwear.
I put my hand in his boxers and wrapped my hand around his cock. It felt so good in my hands, but I wanted it in my mouth. I pulled down his boxers and looked up at him. I knew he had never had a blowjob before, so I wanted to tread carefully.
“Do you want me to suck it?” I asked sweetly.
“If you would like,” he replied nervously. That was all I needed to hear.
I moved myself down so that I could curl up next to his cock. I took my time, not wanting it to be too intense. I began by licking the tip with my tongue, then slowly lowering my lips around it. Massaging my tongue around his shaft I worked my magic. I knew that if I gave good enough head, he would come back for more, preferably sooner, rather than later.
I was slow at my rhythm of bobbing my head up and down, circling his cock with my tongue. I heard him moan a little louder this time, then things like, “Oh my God,” and “That feels amazing.” Once I had a good rhythm and I felt like he was ready, I started bobbing a little bit faster, this time adding suckage.
I looked up and smiled at him, taking his cock in my hand and jerk it for a bit to give my neck and jaw a small break. When I sat up, he sat up well and kissed me more, our tongues exploring again. He leaned me back onto the bed and got between my legs, grinning wide.
He took his cock and began to rub the head on the wetness of my panties. Just feeling that, the floodgates opened. I got so much more wetter and my pussy ached to have him inside me. I was so ready for him. I lifted my hips up, to try and get more of him, even though my panties prevented him from getting any more inside me.
“Do you want me to get a condom?” I asked excitedly.
“Sure,” he said, smiling.
I reached into my drawer next to me and pulled one out. I opened it and took it out, determining which way it rolled down. As I began to put it on, I started to notice difficulty. At first I thought it just wasn’t rolling from being inside out, but then I realized that he was losing stiffness. I felt horrible for the guy, and wasn’t quite sure what to do. I finally just stopped and threw the condom in the trash.
“I don’t think I’m ready,” he said sadly.
“That’s okay, no worries. I am sorry if I went to far,” I said awkwardly, the pit of my stomach dropping, knowing he would probably leave soon now, not knowing when I will see him again.
“Let’s just cuddle some more and finish the movie,” he said.
We went back to cuddling, but no more petting. We didn’t lay as closely, though we were still spooning. I was incredibly horny, and all I wanted was dick in me. I tried to forget about it, hoping that my gut was wrong about him disappearing again soon.
Before the movie ended he sat up. He said he was tired from working all day and wanted to go home. We got dressed and hugged and kissed one last time as I walked him outside.
It has been a month now since, I have last seen him, but I have heard from him twice. The first time he sent me a dick pic, telling me he was thinking of me sucking it. A week later he sent me a text asking to hang out. He ended up cancelling on me and I haven’t heard from him since. That was a week and a half ago. I can only hope that I hear from him soon.
week September, I had just gotten in bed and was just settling down for sleep when I got a text. It was from D and I hadn’t heard from him in over a year. He asked me how I had been and I told him that I was ok, just been having a lot of ups and downs. When I asked how he was, he said that his girlfriend and him had just broke up and he needed a friend to hang out with.
We made plans for him to come over that afternoon, with me texting him directions. When he came over, we went to my bed and sat down to catch up on the last year. I told him it had been one year, one month, and eighteen days since I last had sex, which was with him. He was shocked and I explained my thoughts and theories on the situation.
Eventually we were done catching up and it got kind of quiet. I remembered my tattoo and said, “Ooo, I got a tattoo.” He asked where and I pointed to my right shoulder blade. He told me to take off my shirt so he could see. I was feeling a little bit shy, so I only adjusted my shirt to make the tattoo visible.
When he saw it, he wrapped his arms around me and starting kissing and nibbling my neck. I turned around to face him and we embraced each other in a hug and started to make out. I swear I forgot how to kiss. I felt so unsure of myself and hesitant, so afraid of being too sloppy.
Before things got too heavy, I opened up my top dresser drawer and pulled out my condom bag. I set it down and went back to kissing D. He pulled me back towards the bed and laid me down, kissing me all over. His hands wandered toward my tits, massaging my breasts. He got between me, spreading my legs open and started rubbing my legs, kissing and nibbling all over.
He reached up and undid my button and zipper. I lifted my hips and he pulled my pants off. He left my panties on for a minute and started rubbing my pussy through them. He then slipped a finger inside and rubbed my wetness all over my now dripping cunt.
The panties didn’t stay on long. Before I knew it, he was between my legs, expertly licking my clit. It was a nice surprise, since he has never done that with me before. It felt good, very relaxing. He did this for a good five minutes, then pulled his face up to lean up and kiss me some more.
He stood up and walked over to where my face was on the bed. “I am sorry to be so forward,” he said, as he whipped out his massive hard cock and brought it to my mouth.
I may have felt rusty when it came to my kissing, but taking his dick in my mouth came naturally. It was like riding a bike. Once you learn you never forget. I pulled his foreskin down a bit and lightly circled my tongue around his cock. Once I got his head nice and wet, I lowered my lips down and slid him inside inch my inch, all the while swirling my tongue around him.
I slowly bobbed my head up and down until I got a good rhythm and picked up the pace. I massaged with my tongue while I sucked, taking his cock in and out of my mouth. I got so wet hearing his moans, hearing him tell me how much he missed my mouth and my expert tongue.
Unfortunately, my jaw was badly out of practice and it only took a few minutes for my jaw to cramp up and lock. I was sad to have to stop so soon. I sat up and took his cock by hand and started jacking him off. He leaned down and kissed me some more. He leaned me back and stripped. While he did I sat up to grab the condoms.
I took one out and unwrapped it, slowly and carefully guiding it up his cock, making sure to leave room at the top for a reservoir tip. I leaned back and he got between my legs. He grabbed his cock and moved towards my slit with it, collecting my juices and moving them up to my clit. He rubbed my clit with the tip of his cock, getting it nice and wet.
When he finally slid in, I gasped. After not having sex in so long, my pussy was so tight. Luckily I was wet enough that there were no complications. He slowly slid in and out, until he had a good rhythm. Once he had a good rhythm, he pounded my pussy hard. I cannot tell you how good he felt.
When he felt close he would slow down and kiss me. Once he calmed down he would go back to fucking me hard. I wrapped my legs around him, trying to get him to fill me more. I moaned and scratched my fingernails down his back.
Eventually, my sweet pussy got the best of him and he told me he was cumming. I muttered some explicit things, telling him to fill me, to cum for me. He came for me, and it was great.
We cleaned ourselves up and chatted for a bit longer. Sadly I had to get a nap before work, so he went home. I don’t think I slept, but it was well worth it. That day was a sweet awakening to getting my sexy back.
Eight days before my birthday and I could not stop thinking about how horny I was and how long it had been since the last time I had sex. It had been over 5 months and I missed it. I became determined to have sex on or near my birthday.
I spent a couple days thinking about it, and decided to text D, even though we hadn’t spoken in months because he has been so busy. I may have sounded a little bit blunt in my message:
Me: I have the 9th-17th off from work and my birthday is the 14th. Any of those days do you think we could hang out, even possibly have sex? I would love to give you a bj.
Him: Maybe, let me check my schedule
Me: Lol, sorry if that seemed a bit blunt.
Him: Lol, it’s fine, good to know your intentions
We chatted a bit back and forth, talking about how the other one was doing, what we’ve been up to. A few texts later he went to bed.
A few days later he texted me about this coming Saturday night. I said I was free and he asked me to come over to his place around 9:30 and bring condoms. I couldn’t help but have a small hope that things would turn into another threesome with his roommate, though I was happy with the idea of just him.
Saturday morning was finally here and he texted me. He said he had a fun idea for that night and to show up at his work instead. I was a bit nervous the rest of the day, stomach doing somersaults every time I tried to guess what he had in mind. I guessed that he either wanted to have sex outside in the woods around his workplace or even inside his work. Scary, paranoid thoughts crossed my mind all day.
I was getting antsy the longer I waited, trying to kill time. I took a shower, brushed and flossed my teeth, shaved, rinsed and dried off, slowly got dressed (taking pics while I did so for your viewing pleasure). It was finally time to go.
As I was about 5 minutes away (and right on time), he texted me to let me know he was all set up. The road was dark and I was having a hard time judging where his work might be, but eventually I saw it and pulled up in time before passing it. He told me to follow his car. We drove about 30 feet, behind the building and came up to an old, abandoned looking house.
We parked our cars, turned them off, and got out. He said that this was the house he was working on in his spare time. The first thing he did was come up and give me a hug, then began kissing me the way I love to be kissed; lots of sucking on my bottom lip. After a few great seconds of kissing he led me to the porch where there was a lit candle waiting. He picked up the candle and opened the door, letting me go first so that I had light to see my way. Once we stepped inside he said that my surprise was up stairs and pointed the way, holding the candle so that I could see.
As I climbed the stairs I was reminded of a movie I used to love as a kid (and still do) called Teen Witch. In the movie there is a scene where she goes on a hike with her crush and they end up at an abandoned house that has candles lighting the way up the stairs to a bedroom with a mat in the middle. The room was lined with candles and the couple made love. Obviously as a (pre)teen movie, they did not show anything graphic, but it was obvious what they were doing.
Everything seemed so identical, minus the candlelit stairs, the hike, and the “couple.” D followed closely behind me and asked me what I thought. I said I loved it and told him about how it reminded me of that movie. He said he wanted to make it memorable, since I mentioned my birthday was approaching.
The chatting didn’t last long, as I was soon in his arms, kissing each other, nibbling on our necks and running our hands over each other. I felt his hard cock press into me and I reached down and stroked the massive bulge in his jeans.
He gently eased me onto the makeshift mat/sofa seat. Once I was sitting down and comfortable he pulled his huge cock out of his pants for me to suck. The place I was sitting was the perfect height to let me suck him for a long time comfortably without any neck strain.
I sucked for at least 10-15 minutes, varying my rhythm, pace, and sucking. I wrapped my left hand around the base and put my right hand around the back of his thigh, pulling him somewhat closer. I went from licking around his head to taking as much of his cock as I could into my mouth. Every so often I would lift my eyes to see the look of pleasure on his face.
Eventually he pulled me up and we started kissing and nibbling some more, all the while getting our shirts off. He began to feel my tits, then pulling them out of their cups in the negligee I was wearing to suck on my nipples. It amazed me how much sensation I felt, since before the piercings I used to feel nothing. He went from my right tit to my left and sucked on it, massaging with his hand the breast that was not in his mouth.
Eventually all his clothes were off and I was just in my negligee and thong. I grabbed the condoms out of my purse (they were in a tupperware to prevent breakdown) and set them to the side for later. He sat down on an edge of seat and pulled me down to him where he wrapped his arm around me to kiss some more. He ran his hand up my leg and began rubbing his fingers on my crotch, eventually pulling the thong aside and fingering me while rubbing my wetness over my clit.
D scooted back on the makeshift bed and layed down, his cock completely exposed and asked me to “give him some more of that great head.” I was more than happy to do so and sat down at the end and wrapping my left hand around him again. Using my right hand for support, I bent my head down and went back to work.
I started by licking the tip of his head, then slowly took his cock into my mouth inch by inch. I started a slow bob of my head, then once I had a good rhythm, I sped up, all the while massaging my tongue onto his base. I practiced trying to relax my throat to take in more of him, but I couldn’t hold it for very long. I went back to licking, sucking, and massaging with my tongue.
After another good ten minutes and trying to not kill my wrist that was supporting me, I changed positions. While doing so he sat up and kissed me more, this time exploring my mouth with his tongue. I rubbed my tongue along his, taking in his hungry kisses. Once I was settled in my position, I went back to sucking his cock.
This position was not as comfortable as the last, and my left wrist felt weaker than my right, making it harder to support myself with it. I ignored the lack of comfort and put the most I have ever put into a blowjob, not knowing when the next time might be that I have a cock in my mouth. I relished in hearing his moans of encouragement, looking up at him when he made a sound.
With probably a good 30-45 minutes of sucking all together, it was time to have sex. He stood up and helped me up so that I could get out of my thong. We decided that he would get me warmed up by being on top first, then we would switch. While he stood in front of my I slid the condom on.
I leaned back on the makeshift bed and he climbed on top. My legs naturally wrapped around him as he slid his cock into my now very wet pussy. He started with slow thrusts, but quickly sped up. It felt so good having him inside me, pounding my pussy. He had to keep slowing down to pace himself, since I got him so worked up with that blowjob.
Each thrust landed deep inside me and I felt it in my cervix because of his size. There was more pleasure than hurt though, as each hit made me clench tighter, feeling closer and closer to a climax. I felt myself building, but I just could not reach that peak.
Eventually D reached his climax, even with him pacing himself. I told him how good that was, we got dressed, toured the rest of the house, chatted a bit more, then went our seperate ways after one last hug and kiss.
I treated this sex like it was the last time for a long time. I have no idea when I will do anything again, but I am ok with that. This was definitely a memorable enough experience that I will be sexually satisfied for a while. D said that when he is done with the house then he will have more time to hang out. That will be nice, but he’s still got a lot to do.
Either way, this goes down in my mind as one of the best experiences I have ever had. Thanks D!