Kink of the Week – Halloween

As a kid I loved Halloween. I loved getting dressed up, and my favorite costume was always a witch. No idea why, it just was. I loved going trick-or-treating, and my favorite year was the one that my mom was out of town and my dad took me around town. That was rare, getting to spend time with my dad off of our mountain.

The last time I went trick-or-treating was with my high school friends my sophomore year. It was my last year because almost every house we went to commented about us being too old to do such a thing. We responded with the fact that at least we weren’t out partying or doing drugs/drinking alcohol.

As an adult, I quit caring about getting dressed up, especially after Halloween 2011. That was the day my world came crashing down, when the person I lived with, had been together almost 2 years decided we didn’t work together. I have long since moved past that, and I see it as him doing a favor now, because I realize how unhappy I was, but at the time it hurt a lot.

Costumes have gotten way too expensive, and I have never really been creative enough to make my own costume. This year at work they keep encouraging me to dress up, but I am just not into it. When I told them today that I had no interest, they actually seemed somewhat annoyed with me. I got annoyed at them. I shouldn’t have to dress up.

However, there is one costume I would love to have, and have wanted it for a very long time. I want a school girl outfit so badly! I am not sure what it is, but something about it is just so damn hot to me. I love the red plaid skirt, the stockings, and the button up white shirt. Someday I will own one, at least I hope. Every so often I look for them online, but always get discouraged at the price and sizes. My search usually ends pretty quickly. Someday though, it will happen.

Kink of the Week – Handjobs

Believe it or not, the first time I touched a penis did not include a handjob. I started with blowjobs, and to be quite honest, I prefer those over handjobs. For the sake of the prompt though, I will elaborate on handjobs.

Handjobs can be fun, and one of the best ways I can learn how my partner likes his cock to be handled. Where on the shaft is the best place to wrap my hand around? Does he like a firm grip, light grip, or somewhere in between? There is nothing I love more than twirling my index finger around the head of his cock and taking the precum with me, drenching the head with it.

I have never given a handjob in an unusual place, and thinking about it, it has always been in a bedroom. I have also never given my current partner a handjob, though we have done other things. I am sure it will happen eventually, and it will be just as all of the other times we have played.

We did have a bit of a mutual masturbation session the other night, which was very hot in my opinion. I loved seeing the way he handled himself, and I took mental notes as I watched and played myself. I would love to time my orgasm to his so that we could have an orgasm at the same time. Thinking about it drives me wild. Thinking about him drives me wild.

Kink of the Week – Hand Spanking

To be completely honest, I am not too into hand spanking (or any kind of spanking). It just doesn’t really feel good to me, especially the harder swats. Now, that does not mean that I am completely against it, there is just a really fine line for me.

That said, I absolutely love the playful little spanks, both giving and receiving. I find it a huge shock (and compliment) when a partner suddenly grabs or lightly spanks my ass. It can also be hot hot or twice during sex if done lightly.

I can’t really think of a time when spanking was used a lot. Thinking back, I really only got a thrill out of it when it was used in a playful manner, and only even then when I was in the middle of sexless relationships and that was the only physical interaction I got. I learned to take what I could get and thrive off of that. It is kind of sad when you think about it.

I think it is great that others can get such a thrill out of it, and I do admire them when there are marks left over from their own spankings.

Laying it on Thick

I was texting with Aaron today (like we tend to do a lot at work, especially on break when there are others around) and I was laying it on thick. Complimenting, flirting, etc. He was doing the same and I didn’t stop smiling once.

When I got home I picked up the flirting even more, adding in extra “*blushes*” after compliments. I may have added one too many because he finally asked why I was blushing even more. I realized I kind of set a trap for myself and walked right into it.

I decided to come clean and told him that I liked him, but had been afraid of making things awkward if he didn’t feel the same. I didn’t realize that I was holding my breath until he texted back that he felt the same way. The weight that lifted off my shoulders was amazing.

We have plans to hang out on our days off, and we will see what happens. There is talk of going out on a date at some point, so I am nervous/excited for that. We are both looking forward to seeing where things go.

Just Relax

My attention span was gone from the game we were playing. I had my mind on other things as I sat next to him at my computer, running my hand up and down his thigh. I he stopped talking at one point and made a happy sighing sound.

“Is this ok?” I asked hesitantly. It was only recently that we had started being sexual again.

“Yes, I like it,” he said smiling. I let my hand drift to his other thigh and as I ran my hand across I could feel his erection trapped in his shorts.

“Oh,” I said in happy surprise. “I guess you do like that. We should go to my room,” I suggested.

“What would we do there?” he asked, knowing full well what I had in mind.

“Well, I was thinking that you could lay back and relax while I take care of this,” I said teasingly as I ran my hand up and down the length of his thigh that just happened to have his hard cock in the way.

“That sounds good,” he said while standing up, his boner quite visible through his shorts.

He followed me to my room and I shut down the door while he got positioned on the bed. I quickly joined him at his side and eagerly helped free his cock from his shorts. Unfortunately I picked a bad angle from the get go. I tried to readjust myself, but I finally gave up and decided to just deal with it, as I had more important things to take care of.

With my left arm supporting me, I wrapped my right hand around his shaft. As I lowered my lips around him I swirled my tongue around his head, making him slide in easier. I began a slow and steady bob of my head while massaging with my tongue.

I was still at a bad angle, but it wasn’t worth changing positions. All I wanted was his cock in my mouth. Once my head had a steady rhythm I picked up the pace. It didn’t take him long to start moaning in pleasure, sounding close to climax.

Usually I like to tease and keep sucking, but I was starting to get uncomfortable balancing at the edge of the bed. I picked up my pace even more and that was all that I had to do to make him reach his peak and shoot his load down my throat.

 

The Good, the Conflict, and the Potential

I know that my updating has become quite sporadic, and I apologize. A combination of being busy (I have a social life now, believe it or not) and not much to say. I was paranoid about Andy finding my blog, though I don’t think he would have cared too much.

As of last night, Andy and I are no more. He is moving out of the area and neither of us wanted long distance. He doesn’t feel like it works, and I had been wanting to end things for a while anyways. For the most part I was happy, but the other part I was miserable.

Things became even more complicated when I started to develop feelings for one of my coworkers, now friend. I am pretty sure he likes me too, but we are both too shy to admit it. We are always complimenting each other, flirting, and dropping innuendos. Around him we can talk forever or sit in silence and we are both content enjoying each other’s company. With him, the hours feel like minutes and the minutes feel like seconds.

I find myself able to open up to Aaron (coworker crush) much more than I ever did with Andy. We also have loads more in common than I did with Andy. I am curious to see where we go. Will we friend zone each other, or are we on the path to a beautiful relationship? Only time will tell.

I have a lot of conflicting feelings about Andy, and I have for the last few months. On one hand I am excited to try for Aaron, but I am also sad to see Andy go. If things don’t work romantically with Aaron I am dreading having to go through the whole dating process over again. If things don’t work out, I am in no rush to meet someone new. I am just so sick of people I am close to moving away.

Breakfast of Champions

We had discussed the idea of me waking him up with head many times, however I was always either too shy to do so or the timing just wasn’t right (usually had to rush off to work when staying over on a work night). Last weekend I was determined to be brave enough. It had been a long time since we played and I needed it badly.

I woke up next to him and rolled over to spoon. As I glanced down I noticed his morning wood. That was the encouragement I needed. I began running my hand up and down the length of his body, feeling him all over, taking it all in. With each stroke I let my hand get closer and closer to his cock.

In a sleepy moan, he rolled over to his side facing away from me, but pulling my into a big spoon/little spoon position. He clutched my hand to his chest and went back to sleep. I snuggled against him, content to be in his arms. He finally let go of my hand and I began rubbing him all over again, getting a little bolder with my hand.

I let my hand linger around his cock, feeling what I had access to. As I felt him twitch alive again he grabbed my hand and pulled it to his chest again. I took that as a hint to leave him alone and snuggled up to him again. I admit, I was a little annoyed, but was understanding and patient.

A few minutes later he woke up and I commented about the heat in the room. He told me to go take a cold shower. Annoyed, I asked him if he thought I needed to cool off in more ways than one. He chuckled and said no, but that he was dreaming that I was feeling him all over. I told him it wasn’t a dream, but he kept pulling my hand away so I took a hint.

He said he didn’t realize that he stopped me in his sleep because he very much wanted me to continue. I grinned mischievously at him as we both adjusted ourselves so that I had access to his cock. I began by just rubbing through his pajama shorts, until his cock got hard.

Once he was hard, I slipped my hand inside to rub through his boxers. I reached inside the flap and gently pulled out his cock. I rubbed and stroked for a bit, until I stated that I wanted to suck it. He said that I could and freed himself from his shorts.

I excitedly curled up next to him and bent my head. I kissed the tip, then softly ran my tongue around before lowering my mouth onto him. I was so happy to have his cock in my mouth again. I massaged my tongue around him, while beginning to suck and move my head up and down his shaft.

I was very enthusiastic in my efforts, as I desperately wanted to make him come and taste him. Once I got a steady rhythm, I picked up my pace and suction. I could tell he was getting close, and I oh so desperately wanted to switch my rhythm and technique so that I could keep going, but getting him to orgasm was my goal. He said between breaths that he was close and I kept up exactly what I was doing. He started gently grinding his hips into my face. I followed his rhythm and kept going.

I finally heard the words I have been wanting to hear since we started dating. He was coming. He moaned the sexiest of moans and shortly after I felt his sweet, hot liquid shoot into my mouth. As his orgasm slowed down, I slowed down, making sure to clean every last drop. I swallowed easily and moved up to cuddle him some more. He held me, and we thanked each other.

“Now, how about we go find something for you to eat other than come?” he said jokingly.

I smiled and told him that I just had the breakfast of champions, full of protein. We giggled and cuddled some more before getting up to get dressed and starting the day.

A Test of Sorts

The boyfriend is gone for nearly a month, and after this weekend he will be pretty much off the grid for almost 2 weeks. He is on his summer vacation, visiting family and friends down south. I miss him terribly, and it gets harder every day.

We still manage to at least say good morning, but after that he usually gets busy and either doesn’t talk again til late evening or the next morning. Some nights we were able to Skype and play video games, which is nice, but just not the same.

I have been kind of looking at his absence as a test for if/when he moves and whether or not we continue things as a long distance couple. At this point, I feel like I care more for him than he does for me, but that is probably my low self esteem talking. He has a hard time opening up, which also makes me wonder how he really feels about me.

Without knowing how he feels, or what he sees with me in the future, I don’t think I could do long distance. I really hate to say that, and I hate the idea of having to move on (again) and learn to know someone all over again (though sometimes that can be half the fun). I just don’t want anyone else.

Even with the lack of sex in our relationship that I am fairly unhappy about, I love everything else. I love him and really want to see where this goes. I have been trying to stay positive, but it gets harder each day that it gets closer to our possible doom.

Its two weeks into his month long absence and its killing me. I hate it. I miss his kiss, and our cuddles.