Sweet Awakening (The End of a Dry Spell)

Last 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.

Release

“I want to fucking ravish you,” I texted D. We were talking about how horny we were, and how much we wanted each other. At this point I was kind of over my “No more NSA.” D was and probably will be the only exception to rules like that. I trust him. He is the true meaning of a friend with benefits.

I got filthier in my sexting, as did he, describing what we wanted to do to each other. I wanted him so fucking bad, and I let him know all about it. We made plans for me to meet him after he got off work that night. I was nervous, but so excited thinking of it. I was going to get laid!

When I pulled up, he came up to my car. I opened my door and we started making out right there in the dark driveway. I couldn’t get out of the car fast enough. He ran inside the main house real quick and came back with a large blanket.

“Remember how I said I switched rooms?” D asked.

“Yeah, why?” I asked, not thinking much of it.

“Well, we are going to go fuck on my ex’s bed tonight,” he responded happily.

“Umm, thats kind of fucked up,” I said, chuckling nervously.

“Yeah, it is, but she deserves it,” he said, laughing.

By this time I was laughing too, not really believing him, but at the same time thinking that she really did deserve it, from what I had heard about her. I followed him to the door we had went to last time, and sure enough it was a different set up. You could tell a girl definitely lived there. I felt awkward, guilty, and excited all at the same time.

He embraced me in a deep passionate kiss, exploring each other’s mouths with our tongues, taking turns sucking on each others bottom lips. He reached his hand under my shirt, feeling my tits, rubbing my nipples. He stopped for a second while he undid his pants and took off his shirt, then my sweater.

We got on the huge bed and continued making out. After a few minutes I scooted down and took his cock in my left hand, wrapping it around the base. Using my right arm, I laid down next to him and slowly took him in my mouth, circling his head with my tongue, taking him in, inch by inch. I tested my limits and let him deeper into my mouth slowly, pulling back when I started to gag.

I began a slow rhythm of bobbing my head up and down, sucking and licking, tasting as many inches of him as I could. Once I had a good rhythm going I bobbed faster, trying to take him in deeper and deeper, wanting to let his cock explore the back of my throat. I listened to his moans, my cunt aching and dripping, ready for his cock.

I lifted my head up to tell him how bad I needed his cock. He sat up and undid my pants. He buried his face in my crotch, still covered by my silky red panties. He started nibbling and teasing me with his fingers, circling my clit before sliding his finger inside me and thrusting in and out. Once he got his fingers wet, he started playing with my clit some more, doing continuous circling motions. I began to grind against his hand, he felt so good.

After a few minutes of that, he finally slid my panties off. He took his cock and teased my pussy opening with it, sliding it up and down against my lips, getting it wet. He gently rubbed it around my clit, which made me even wetter for him. I lifted my hips, trying to get his cock in my opening.

As I lifted up, he slid in. I tightened my pussy around him, squeezing his dick with my vagina. He moaned and began a slow and steady thrust. When he found a good angle, he began to pound me, harder and faster, hitting my cervix. It hurt, but it also felt so good.

I’m not sure how long we want at it, but it was a while. Eventually he pulled out and shot his how load all over.once he cleaned up he came back to bed and began to play with my clit some more. I welcomed the touch, feeling relaxed. It was such a nice release.

Too soon it was time to go. His ex would be home soon and I wanted to get out of there before she met me. We thanked each other for a good time, and promised to meet up again soon.

Good Sex, Bad Sex, No Sex

We all know that sex is a wonderful thing. It can bring on a great rush of adrenaline, euphoria, and many other good for you hormones. It can put you in a great mood, and depending on your surroundings it can last all day, all week, or even longer.

That being said, there are lots of different types of sex. The main ones on my mind lately are good sex, bad sex, and no sex. Good sex is amazing, that’s a given. But what about bad sex and no sex? One question I keep asking myself is if bad sex better than no sex, or vice versa.

It’s a question that I have often thought, but more so even now. You see, right now I am going through a very long and painful dry spell. It’s been over nine months since my last sexcapade. At least I made the last time count by having very good sex.

The other night I heard from Toby for the first time in over a year. Sex with him had always been bad, but I started considering giving him another shot, mainly because I just wanted to have sex, but also to see if he’s changed any, or if he’s the same fake bastard that I have always known him to be. So far he’s proving to be the latter.

As one follower put it the other day when I posed my bad sex vs. no sex question, bad sex is just bad and there is always masturbation. So, here’s to more solo sex for me, as who knows when I will have good sex again, because bad sex just does not seem worth it to me at the moment.

What about you readers, do you prefer bad sex over no sex, or no sex over bad sex? Let me know in the comments below.

TMI Tuesday – Gettin’ Off

This week’s TMI Tuesday questions are about gettin’ off. When you need it, you just gotta get it anyway you can.  (For those who are innocent babies “IT” is sex)

Gettin’ Off

1. Have you ever initiated a booty call?

I have actually, very recently in fact. I texted D and asked for birthday sex a couple of weeks ago. It was awesome.

2. Have you ever accepted a booty call?

I have, and too many times by the wrong person. I let Toby pressure me into a lot of things before I realized he was never interested in me, just my holes.

3. Ever had a “friend with benefits” relationship? How long did it last? Are you still
friends or acquaintances with that person? Are you still having sex with that friend?

I would definitely count D as a FWB. He was my friend, and there were occasional benefits. It was never a booty call thing with him. We rarely talk and I miss that, hopefully that will change someday, when he is not so busy and we can pick up where we left off. The sex with him is great.

4. Tell us about your best one-night stand, what made it so good?

I have actually never really had a one night stand. I have always got with someone at least twice.

5. When was your last one-night stand?

Again, never had a true one night stand, as stated above.

6. What’s the grimiest, dirtiest place that you’ve had sex?

Lol, probably Leah’s place. I mean, her and The T cleaned the room up somewhat, but that place was pretty nasty. I feel bad for saying that.

Bonus: What’s the one random thing you wish your friends knew about you?

My friends know me pretty well (though half of them wish they didn’t know me that well).

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Birthday Sex

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!

Reader Question – What Sexual Act or Feeling Have I Enjoyed the Most

As I said in my last post, a reader asked me a couple of questions to help give me writing inspiration. This questions asks, “What sexual act or feeling have you had that you enjoyed most? And which act/feeling that you gave a partner did you enjoy giving most?”

Honestly, sorry for sounding so mushy here, but my favorite feeling of all time (both giving and receiving) is love. I am a sentimental person, so that is one of my most cherished feelings (or acts) in a relationship. Yes, I enjoy the thrill or casual sex, but sex with love is so much more special (especially since I barely got to enjoy it before it was taken away).

As far as sexual acts, I must say, I love kissing. Kissing and nuzzling on my neck and ears drives me wild. I also love the feeling of someone’s hands running up and down my naked body, admiring me, telling me how sexy I am. I also love the intimacy of sex itself, especially missionary position. I get a chance to watch their face as they reach climax, as well as kiss.

When it comes to giving, I love performing oral. I have had a fair share amount of experience when it comes to giving guys head, and only one female (for not very long sadly). I love the control I have. I love the trust that the other person has in me, and how vulnerable they are. I really look forward to the day that I get to enjoy another woman’s pussy.

I also enjoy the intimacy of swallowing. Though really, it depends on the taste for me. I have found that the guy eating fruits (pineapple) or drinking sugar free water/enhancer combos (Crystal Light) make the cum taste much sweeter and more pleasant to swallow. I have tasted one guy that I could not swallow for the life of me and had to spit it out every time (he ate a lot of fast foods, sodas, and TV dinners).

TMI Tuesday – The Thrills and Comfort of Sex

The Comfort and Thrill of Sex

1. How do you feel about giving anal sex (penetration with penis, finger or sex toys)?
a. I love it.
b. I enjoy it.
c. I’m ok with it.
d. I don’t really enjoy it.
e. I don’t enjoy it at all.
f. I have never given anal sex.
g. I have never given anal sex, but would like to start.

F – I have never given anal sex. There were a few time were I played with Forbidden Fruit’s ass while giving him a hand job, but I never penetrated.

2. How do you feel about receiving anal sex (penetration with penis, finger or sex toys)?
a. I love it.
b. I enjoy it.
c. I’m ok with it.
d. I don’t enjoy it at all.
e. I have never received anal sex.
f. I have never received anal sex, but would like to start.

I am between C and D on this one, if that makes any sense. I have had it with only one person (Toby on several occasions) and each one was more painful than the last. He took no time in prepping my ass and refused to use lube. In fact, the first time that I gave him permission to fuck my ass and handed him the lube, he took my virginity instead becasue he decided that lube was inconvenient. I would definitely like to do it right though, and see how I really like it.

3. How do you feel about getting undressed in front of a new lover, for the first time, as he/she watches you?
a. It’s a turn on for me.
b. It turns me on a little bit.
c. I like it, but only because it gets him/her going.
d. It does nothing for me.
e. I don’t like doing it because I am shy.
f. I don’t like doing it because I think it’s immoral/improper.

E – I am very shy when it comes to getting undressed in front of someone for the first time., I am more aroused by undressing each other. That is hot!

4. Do you express your sexual pleasure with moans, groans, sighs, and other noises (provided that you are actually turned on)?
a. Yes, each time I have sex (90-100% of the time).
b. Yes, on most occasions (70-89% of the time).
c. Yes, on some occasions (40-69% of the time).
d. Yes, on a few occasions (10-39% of the time).
e. Yes, but only on special occasions (1-9% of the time).
f. Never, not even when I am really turned on.

Probably between A and B on this one. It feels so long ago since I was with a partner that I don’t really remember.

5. Do you talk to your partner in a sexually explicit way?
a. Talking dirty is one of our favorite activities.
b. Occasionally, I like to talk dirty with my partner, and I do it with ease.
c. I talk dirty with my partner, but it feels awkward.
d. I would like to talk dirty with my partner, but I don’t dare for fear of being judged or ridiculed.
e. I would like to talk dirty with my partner, but she/he isn’t into it.
f. I don’t talk in such a way because I think it is inappropriate.
g. I don’t talk in such a way because I can’t bring myself to do it.

A – I love talking dirty.

6. What kind of animal do you most sound like when building to a climax?
a. quiet little mouse
b. low moaning wolf
c. screeching beluga whale

I guess B, but that doesn’t seem right. I am normally pretty quiet because I don’t want my room mate to hear me masturbating, but when I have the house to myself I love to hear myself build and moan as loud as feels natural.

Bonus: Which do you prefer comfort sex or thrill-seeking sex? Why?

I have had both, and comfort sex only a handful of times because Will had a low sex drive. I have to say I loved the intimacy of being with a steady boyfriend and look forward to having that again someday. Though I must say, I have had some pretty awesome thrill sex sessions too (In the Woods, threesomes, etc).

Comfort seekers value deep intimacy, quiet engagement and trust over time of familiar relationships. For them sex is best as a safe, loving nurturing space.*
Thrill seekers value wild energy, adventure and novelty; they are willing to try open relationships, testing themselves outside average sexual practices. These folks crave a place to push the boundaries of new experiences.*

*Adapted from Susan Mernit’s blog

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Desperate

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!



Riding My Pet Pony

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.”

Guilt

I feel like a complete jerk. I almost did something very bad and hypocritical. I contacted The T and attempted small talk until I got to the point. I asked him to hang out sometime.

My intention was to have sex. All I seemed to think about was the good sex we had those two times, and the better sex we could have since I am more experienced and this time it would just be us. However, he caught on.

“You aren’t inviting me over just to hook up, are you?” he asked through text message. My body immediately washed over with guilt. I saved myself by saying “No, of course not. I just want to talk and catch up.” he was relieved. I, however, am not. I feel like I did the exact thing that I hate people doing to me. That will be the next post…