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.
“So now we decide if this was a date or nondate,” he said as I pulled up to his house after dinner and a concert.
“Oh,” I replied, a bit shocked. I hadn’t even thought it was possible to be a date, just because he had never made any show of interest before.
“A nondate we would hug or shake hands. A date we would kiss,” he explained.
I felt a tug deep inside, but nerves kept me from blurting out date. “What are you comfortable with?” i asked shyly.
“I am good with either one,” he stated.
Still in shock, I suggested we hug and see what happens. i wasn’t opposed to a kiss, as I had felt attracted to him from the moment of first meeting. I just never imagined he was attracted to me.
We hugged as best we could being in a car. The hug lasted and we both commented that we could feel the week’s stress lifting away. hugging turned into cuddling and neither of us wanted to let go.
“Is your car still running?” he asked.
“Oh, yeah, I guess it is,” I said, not really caring. He reached over and turned it off. I reached forward and turned off the headlights. “There,” I said, smiling.
“Have you ever had an eskimo kiss?” he asked.
“That’s where you rub your noses together, right?” I responded, knowing full well what it was while my stomach did somersaults. At this point I was dying for that kiss, but was enjoying what I assumed was his playful way of getting to that point.
“That’s exactly what it is,” he said as I was taking my glasses off. I knew where this was going.
Once my glasses were off and safely on the dashboard I leaned towards him. He met me half way and our noses softly touched. We giglled and leaned back before leaning righr back in. Our noses touched again. Before we pulled away, he planted his lips on mine.
It was like a fiery passion that lit inside me when our lips locked and our hands began exploring. We mostly hugged and kissed, and while we were hugging I began to rub and scratch his back. I whispered in his ear to take off his jacket and he complied.
With his jacket off we were able to move more freely. His hands ventured towards my breasts and he began fweling them all over. He awkwardly tried to get his hands up my shirt, but my bra was making it impossible. I pulled back just long enough to manuever out of the bra and toss it on the back seat.
He was impressed with how quickly I got rid of the bra and wasted no time in getting my tits in his hand. He discovered my nipple piercings and got even more excited. Before I knew it, my nipples were taking turns in his mouth.
In between making out and cuddling (as much as you can do in the feont of a car) we chatted about everything. Neither of us could seem to break apart. I didn’t want to know the time because I had to be at work in a few hours.
Too soon, the night came to an end. I absolutely had to get home and try to get a tiny nap before work. We definitely plan to hang again. I got 3 hours of a very wakeful and restless sleep. it was so worth it.
Saturday we had a party. It was mostly a party in celebration of my roommate’s birthday last week. It was the usual affair; lots of alcohol, horny women, and hot guys who showed up later (though my roommate’s boyfriend and a coworker’s boyfriend were there from the beginning).
We had a barbecue, potato salad, corn on the cob, chips and dip, etc. Did I mention lots of alcohol? We all got shit faced. I stayed somewhat sober, surprisingly. My roommate got trashed. Once she was trashed, she brought out her tits. She flashed a friend and me in the kitchen, having her take a picture and send it to my supervisor. He showed up three hours later.
My supervisor is a pretty cool guy, though he has been known to be a total dick (as I have written about before). So he mostly came over to see a girl that used to work with us and hasn’t seen her since she left. He didn’t know it was my place he was coming to. He couldn’t stay long, as he had to get back home, but he did have a drink. My roommate, friend that he came to see, and I walked him out to his (sexy as fuck) pickup).
My supervisor and friend had a cigarette. Somehow the topic of boobs came up. My roommate admitted that they were her boobs he saw in the picture. He asked to see. She had no problem lifting her shirt and he copped a feel. He the reached with the other hand and groped our friend.
I was left untouched. I was a little bummed about this. Both girls then each grabbed a tit. I didn’t feel better. I wanted my supervisor to do it. Now, before you start thinking “He is your supervisor, of course he won’t touch you,” that is actually untrue. Remember my piercings I am getting back? He is the one that will be doing them.
The fact that he won’t touch me in play makes me a little nervous in how he will be able to do it when he pierces me. Yeah, I get that it is a completely different setting, but still, I was drunk and horny. Not to mention feeling a little left out. I think he should have at least got a peak to see what he would be working with.
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!
So, as I mentioned on a tweet or two, I got switched from graveyard shift to swing shift. Swing shift happens to be the same shift as Toby. If you are a new reader, Toby is the guy that took my virginity (when I was not ready) and put me on a huge emotional roller coaster before and after the incident.
I have been feeling a little sexually desperate lately. So desperate that I have considered contacting Toby about attempting to relieve some of that sexual tension. However, I always refrained because I just didn’t feel that desperate. My first night on his shift, after work, he contacted me.
We chatted on Facebook a bit, and the asshat started toying with me. I hate it when he toys with me, especially when I want to take control. We kind of made plans to hang out the next time my room mate isn’t home. In some ways I look forward to it, others not so much.
He is extremely fake, at least in my opinion. Several years ago, before everything happened with him, I had a crush on him. I didn’t know him that well. When I did finally “get to know him,” I didn’t like him much. He is pushy, but everyone at work thinks hes the coolest guy ever. I know better. He would text me, asking to hang out. I would say no several times, and he kept trying to bribe me/guilt trip me/anything to get in my pants (or mouth).
One thing that irritates the hell out of me,something that he does (as well as a couple others I know) is go off about how lonely he is, waiting for the right woman, hating being single, etc. Yet at the same time has some kind of excuse on why we can’t be together as a couple. I think its bullshit. If you aren’t interested in me as a girlfriend, stop beating around the bush and just tell me that you aren’t interested in that way!
After Will and I broke up, I added him to my Facebook friends. On his Facebook, he is always whining about not finding the right girl, being judged poorly, being lonely, etc. It is actually quite sickening. However, even last night when he toyed with me as much as before, I have decided to give him another chance. The plan is to watch a movie, cuddle, kiss, probably sex.
While talking online, he started to hint on what he would do with me. I asked for details. He wanted pics. He decided to trade pics for details. I gave in, out of pure boredom. So, rather than letting him be the only one to see these, I will share them with my lovely readers. I would love your feedback!
As promised, here is the story I wrote with one of my Twitter followers. I had a great time writing it with him, and I look forward to writing something again sometime. The parts that I wrote are in red, his in blue.
I have always wanted to tie someone up and have my way with them. My pet pony has volunteered to let me do just that. I start by blindfolding him, taking him to the bedroom and gently pushing him onto my bed. I’m wearing my favorite red negligee and matching thong. I also have some red high heeled boots on. Once he’s on the bed, I have him position himself so that his hands are up against the bedpost/bars, laying naked and vulnerable.
The clicking sound of your handcuffs closing around my wrists and jingling on the headboard frame causes me a bit of anxiety and heightens my other senses. I hear you start to giggle as you place something rough feeling around my right ankle. “Is that rope?” I ask. “Yep,” you say sternly as you quickly pull it tight. I feel a lump in my throat as you finish tying my other leg tightly to the bed frame. You slip out of your sexy little red thong and push it into my mouth as you straddle your pet. Mmmmm, I can taste your sweet excitement as you can see and feel mine growing inch by throbbing inch.
As much as I am controlling you, I am also controlling myself just as much, maybe more. Seeing your cock grow, I want nothing more than to just take you right then and there; but no, I must wait, tease you some more, make this last. I decide to give you just a tease as I straddle you, and rub your cock over my wetness. The tease even drives me wild, but I pull myself together and sit on your chest, nibbling and kissing you all over, grinding my hips softly.
The head board clangs as I struggle to reach out and hold you. You giggle as you wiggle up my chest until heavens door is grinding on my chin. Chin turns to tongue as your soft grinding turns to a genital bucking motion. The taste of your sweet honey is divine and I lick up every drop greedily.
“Mmmm,” I moan, as that feels so good. I scoot my pussy closer to your face. I love the feel of your tongue on me. I lift up your blindfold on one side so that you can take in the sight of my pleasure. I play a bit of twister with myself and lean back to give your hard cock a few teasing strokes, running my index finger around the head a few times, then gripping the shaft gently, moving it up and down.
Pre cum starts to ooze from your pets throbbing cock so you stop the tease for a moment. I kiss and nibble your clit, then clamp down gently with my lips and start humming in a low pitch causing you to shudder with delight. Grabbing the back of my head with both of your hands you moan and quiver wildly until your sweet nectar starts to run down my smiling face.
I take your blindfold off completely, then undo the handcuffs from your wrists. “You are gonna need them,” I say, smiling at you before stealing a quick kiss. I then rotate my body so that we are in a 69 position. You hold my hips up so that you can have a better angle to my sweet wetness. With one arm propped up on a pillow to better hold myself up, I take your throbbing hardness into my other hand. Slowly, I swirl my tongue around the head of your cock.
After the third swirl around my rock hard teased cock it’s a struggle not to explode into your hott sexy mouth. I try to focus on lapping up every drop of your sweet wetness running my tongue from your swollen clit to the top of your tight little pucker.
Mmm, that feels so good I stop to take in all of the pleasure that you are giving me, distracted from your cock as well as giving you a break, not ready for you to come just yet. After I let you lick me for a while, I rotate myself so that my pussy is hovering over your cock. I am ready to ride my pony, so I slowly lower myself onto you, feeling every inch slip inside.
I moan with pleasure as your tight wet pussy squeezes your pony’s huge throbbing cock tightly! I gently caress the undersides of your perfect breasts playing softly with your nipples until they turn hard. You lean down and start nibbling on my neck while I begin fucking you slowly, with long deep strokes.
I nibble on your neck, my mouth traveling down to your chest, stopping to concentrate on your nipples. I suck and nibble, then very gently pinch, pull and twist. After playing with your nipples for a bit, my mouth travels back up your chest, nibbling some more on your neck, and finally up to your ears where I gently suck and nibble on your earlobe. I have a hard time concentrating as your strokes get deeper and faster. I moan into your ear, it feels so good.
You start bumping and grinding your clit against the base of your pets long deep stroking cock. I feel your sweet nectar oozing slowly down my balls as your moans become more and more intense. Grabbing two handfuls of your pony’s mane, you start to shake and quiver delightfully. I hold you tightly against my chest as your orgasm starts to intensifies and roll you over onto your back. Your nails move up and down your ponies back digging in when you feel another orgasm starting to well up inside. I struggle not to explode in paradise knowing there will be penalties for cumming without my owner’s permission.
“You have been such a good pet today, giving me such a great ride. Come with me now, I want you to give me your orgasm,” I pant as I grind my hips upward, harder and faster to hear you come. “Come, my pet, I want to hear you,” I say to encourage you to spill your seed inside me.
Just as you begin to orgasm I groan loudly as my seed starts to shoot deeply inside heaven’s gate. I feel your body stiffen and shake with pleasure as my seed gushes deep inside paradise. I keep grinding my hips against your clit until your orgasms subsides then collapse on top of your and whisper in your ear, “Thank you for letting me pleasure you.”
CB called me when he woke up Friday morning. We started with small talk, then he started talking naughty. I was in the mood for it, since the night before I went to my first male strip show. I was planning on masturbating when I went to bed, and he just happened to be waking up when I was going to bed.
It started with him asking how big my tits were. I was glad he couldn’t see me roll my eyes, but I answered with “Just the right size. Not too big, not too small.” He asked me what my biggest fantasy was. I said I had one, but it was something I would tell him at a later time (as it involves me being tied up and played with, hard. I didn’t quite trust him yet, as I still barely know the guy). He accepted that and moved on.
He asked me how I liked my sex. I asked him what he meant, and if he meant positioning or something else. He wanted to know my favorite positions and if I liked them slow and easy or fast and hard. I was honest and said I was used to the guy on top, but wanted to work on other positions. I also told him I liked slow and fast.
He asked me If my nipples were sensitive. I said that it depended. When he asked what I meant, I explained the piercings. He thought that was hot. I was kind of disappointed, as I like seeing the reaction to my piercings first hand. I was glad he was ok with them anyways.
He told how worked up he was, and how hard I was making him. I told him that I was getting wet as well. I was actually really surprised at how wet I was, just talking dirty with him. He asked how wet I get, and I told him that I am always surprised how wet I get, that just when I think I can’t get any wetter, I do. He told me how hot he thought that was.
By this time, I was staring at my batteries, and basically the only keeping me from putting them in my toy was the fact that I had to pee really bad. He asked me what I was wearing. I told him I was wearing some pink pajama bottoms and a black top. I added that it was nothing sexy, but it was damn comfortable. I asked what he was wearing. He said he was just wearing boxers, but wanted to be naked with me. He asked if I liked to wear sexy things, so I described my negligees to him.
He asked what I was doing. I said I was being a good girl, though staring at my batteries. He asked what was stopping me from playing with my toy, and I told him that I had to pee really bad. He told me that i should go take care of it and call him back. I did just that and looked at the time. We had spent an hour and a half, most of it talking dirty.
When I got back to bed, I put my batteries on and took off the pajama pants. I got in bed and called him back, the bullet resting on my clit, but not on.
“What would you like to drink?” D texted as we were making plans to hang out the next night, this time at his place.
“Mount n dew me, please,” I texted back. There was definitely a double meaning there. I wanted to drink mountain dew, and I wanted him to do me.
“Can do,” he replied, with a wink.
The next night I arrived right on time, met his room mate and got the grand tour of the place. We ate dinner (he cooked roast and potatoes in the crock pot). It was delicious.
We all chatted for a bit, until D pounced on his room mate (who was sitting on his bed in the living room). We all got into a tickle fight, his room mate (who I will call Brad) being the one being tickled.
When Brad couldn’t take it anymore, we all calmed down and settled to watch some shows on Netflix. I made myself at home by sitting up next to Brad along his headboard. D turned out the lights and we all sat back and relaxed.
At one point during the show, one of the characters said something about doing things to unsuspecting people in the dark. I looked at Brad, grinned, and said “Like tickling!” and attempted to tickle him. He grabbed my hand and held it down. We ended up holding hands, with him eventually snuggling up next to me. It was nice.
After a few episodes, D came over and sat with us. He attempted to harrass Brad, but Brad stopped him. I rested my right leg on D’s lap, with my left leg behind him. He began rubbing my foot, travelling up my leg, eventually rubbing the inside seam of my crotch. My breathing got heavier.
Brad snuggled up closer and began rubbing his hand all over my cheeks, neck, and chest. I just laid back and relaxed, no longer paying attention to the show.
Brad began kissing the side of my face, while D situated himself between my legs, kissing and nibbling up my legs, to my inner thighs, the rubbing of my crotch getting heavier, along with my breathing.
Brad had me sit up and began to take of my shirt. D went for my pants. I was now only wearing my black lacy negligee. D and I kissed, then, Brad and I kissed. I reached up to unbutton D’s shirt. He got that wild, sexy look in his eyes that turns me on (I was already way turned on at this point. I could feel my wet pussy throb in anticipation of what was going to happen next.
Brad got my tits over the built in bra cups and began sucking on my left tit while D went for my right. I reached out my hands and began to feel and rub their awaiting hard ons. While D was sucking on my tit, he moved the cloth of my underwear to the side and began fingering me, then rubbing my juices around my clit. I arched my back and Brad began kissing my neck and chest.
D got up to run to his room to get condoms. While D was getting condoms, Brad got his pants off, as well as his boxers. D came back and undid his pants, then slid off my thong. Brad took off my negligee. I was completely naked and the guys were just wearing shirts.
As D mounted me, I took Brad’s cock into my hand. I began (attempting) to jerk him off while D fucked me. They both felt good. It was such a turn on to have a dick in my hand while another was in my pussy. D and I kissed, and then he bent his head to whisper in my ear that he wanted me to suck him. I said okay and he pulled out.
I moved the pillows to the foot board and leaned against those. D took off his condom (green apple flavor I think) and I began to suck while Brad got his condom on. I helped him guide his cock into me while I suckled on D’s. It was hot; I was doing my two favorite things at once. I had cock in my pussy and mouth.
After Brad had his orgasm, D put on a fresh condom and climbed back on top of me. We kissed a lot more, and under his breath he whispered how hot I was that night. I thanked him and kissed him some more. D soon had his orgasm, and we all got dressed.
It was a great night, and I definitely hope it can happen again. Also, Because there were so many things going on in the heat of the moment, I feel like I have missed a lot of details. This may or may not be true. Either way, it was hot. Thank you D and Brad!
We mentioned a quickie in our texting last week, but at the time we didn’t have enough time to be that quick. He said that if I was lucky, on Sunday he would come over after he got off work, before I went to work.
I woke up Sunday afternoon feeling very lucky. I brushed my hair, put on my sexiest red thong, and favorite red negligee. Over those I put on some blue jeans and a very see through, low-cut white shirt. “Yeah, that doesn’t look obvious,” I chuckled to myself as I played with the lighting in my room, waiting for him to arrive.
There would be no time for our usual ice breaker movie/dinner. Oh, how I wanted to jump his bones, but a small part of me was nervous inside still, my shy side. He gave a light knock on the door.
I opened the door to let him in, and before I even had the door shut, his lips were on mine. He kissed me on the mouth, sucking on my bottom lip, traveling to my neck, nibbling, biting, and kissing all over.
I led him over to my bed, where I took off his sweater, and then his shirt, running my hands and nails all over his back. I took off my white shirt and tossed it to the side.
“Ooo, that’s sexy,” he said, seeing my negligee and smiling before kissing me some more.
“Mmm, thank you,” I replied as I undid his belt and pants to let them fall down. We kissed some more, and he started rubbing between my legs. I pulled down his underwear and began massaging his cock with my hand. He carefully lifted off my negligee, being mindful of my still fresh nipple piercings.
I gently pushed him onto the bed and motioned for him to lay back against the pillows. Once he was situated, I sat next to him, leaned over his cock and went to work with my mouth. I teased the tip with my tongue, and as my tongue moved lower, so did my mouth. I used my left hand/wrist to hold me up, while I used my right hand to hold the base of his cock. I tried to multitask by stroking it up and down while sucking on the head, but could not keep up the rhythm.
I changed my tongue rhythm, and changed my bobbing rhythm. I loved hearing him moan in pleasure. As I sucked, he ran his hand over my leg and thigh. Oh, that felt so nice.
Because my wrist became numb from using it to hold myself up, I sat up and smiled at him. He pulled himself forward and kissed me some more, massaging my tits with his hands, careful of my piercings. His kisses got deeper and more passionate, even thrusting his tongue in my mouth. I went nuts and kissed him back even more aggressively, gently nibbling and sucking on his bottom lip.
After we calmed down from the kissing, I went back to work, this time curling myself up next to him, using a pillow as support. I wrapped my left hand around the base of his cock and lowered my mouth, teasing and licking with my tongue on his head. Slowly, I took more of him in my mouth and began bobbing my head up and down his hard cock. He started moaning for my again, and running his hand over the parts of my body he could reach.
I sucked him for another good 5 minutes (maybe more, I was not trying to look at the time), until my neck started to cramp from the movements it was not used to. I sat up, and we kissed some more. He moved his body so that he was next to me, wrapping his arm around my waist, to pull me in for a closer kiss.
After making out for a minute or two, he sat up to remove my pants. He ran his finger along my pussy, feeling my clit, then dipping two fingers into my very wet vagina. He thrusted his fingers in and out, slowly at first, then picking up speed when I got even wetter. He moved his now soaked fingers and rubbed circles around my clit, using the slightest pressure at first, and applying more as each small circle completed. He was kissing me at the same time his fingers were playing with my pussy.
Soon, his fingers were back inside me, fucking me even faster. “Mmm, that feels so good,” I moaned softly. With that, he sat up once more and reached for a condom at the side of my bed. Once it was on, he asked me if I wanted to be on top. I said “Sure, though I haven’t had much experience with it,” I answered slowly. “Thats ok, I’ll warm you up,” he said, and with that he entered me.
His first thrust banged my head against the footboard of my bed, so he grabbed my hips and scooted me down. He thrust into me again, this time without my head hitting anything. He picked up his pace and went to work.
I scratched my fingers down his back as his cock pounded my pussy, both of us breathing heavily and moaning. It had been a long time since my breathing became audible and I moaned during sex. It felt amazing. I did not try to quiet myself, though I did not get too loud.
He thrust deep, he thrust shallow. He moved his hips from side to side, letting his cock get every angle of my pussy. He rode me, and he rode me hard. I felt the pressure of my g-spot fill, as his cock tends to hit my g-spot perfectly. I tried to ignore the sensation that sometimes felt overwhelming, and concentrated on the good. I wrapped my hands around the footboard of my bed, moving my body with his, moaning and breathing heavily.
After a very amazing 15 minutes (at least, possibly more), he was ready to cum. He pulled me closer, and bent his head to kiss me, then gave several last deep, slow thrusts. We kissed some more, then I hurried to get dressed for work, and him for home. We chatted a bit, then it was time to go.
I was in a great mood that night, grinning from ear to ear. One coworker asked why I was glowing. I told them I was just in a really good mood from having an awesome day. I think everyone knew, or at least had an idea that I had just gotten VERY lucky in bed. I have to say that was some of the best sex I have had in over 2 years. Thank you D, you are great! 😀
Thursday night I met with Will in a parking lot where he got in my car to go with me to get my nipples repierced. Luckily they were able to use my old bars, so it only cost $50, rather than $100.
Oh my God! That fucking hurt. I ended up squeezing the hell out of Will’s hand, it hurt so bad, and I almost cried. At one point he was actually comforting me and rubbing my shoulder with his free hand while the piercer switched nipples.
I definitely don’t remember them hurting that bad the first time I got them pierced. I am thinking that they hurt more this time because of the scar tissue.
I remember on my post about the first piercing I said that pulling the needle out hurt worse than it going in. That is definitely true. The second nipple also ended up hurting more, since my body knows what to expect. I think that part is just a mind over matter thing. I am just glad it is over with. Just a note for my future self, if I ever take these out and think about getting them pierced again, DON’T! It took forever for the after pain to go away. I got them pierced at about 7 at night, and the pain finally eased up around 11 that night.
Here is a picture. It was awkward as hell to take by myself, but here they are. The picture is definitely not my favorite (I think it looks terrible). Maybe if I can get someone to take a better one, it will post that.