Girl Interrupted

So tonight I am talking to one of my friends online. We start talking naughty to each other, saying what we want to do to the other. Of course, being a sucker for dirty talk, I start to get very wet and my clit starts to throb. I need to take care of this problem, and fast.

We decide to go on webcam. As I wait to make sure my mom will be too busy with her online game to notice me, I start to rub the cool glass of my dildo all over my pussy. It was not long after that I couldn’t take it anymore, and ached for something on my clit. I put my bullet on my clit, and held it there. I began to rock my hips back and forth, thrusting onto the vibe.

This really gets me worked up, so guess what happens just I am about to make the invite for them to view my cam? My mom knocks on the door! I was so flustered, and was completely naked. I heard her try to turn the handle, but thank God I locked it. I stumbled around, trying to get some clothes on, almost falling over twice and coming close to knocking over my laptop sitting on the TV tray.

Finally, I get to the door and open it. She asked to see the receipt from groceries a few weeks ago. I grab it for her, my face beat red. She just walks away quickly, not making eye contact the entire time she was there.

Well, that pretty much killed my mood for the night, but then I got to talking to my friend again, and they had me worked up in no time. I slowly began rubbing my glass dildo over my pussy, letting it slide in partially, then pulling it out to rub around some more. I rubbed the ribbed swirls over my clit, sending hot sensations running through my body.

Finally, we hook up to the cams. I continue what I was doing as I watch them play with themselves. I got even hotter. I liked that they could tell how hot I was. I started playing with my nipples as I watch them.

Just when I get into it, even more than I was when I first started, and of course knowing my luck, my cell phone rang. I decided to ignore it. It was just one of my friends, they would call back later, or I would call them back. Well, later they did call back. Try thrity seconds later. I started to get up, but decided I would just let it ring. The ringing stopped, and I went back to trying to finish. One minute later the house phone rings. I know who it is, but I let my mom answer it. She transfers it to me.

I felt horrible. I get up and answer the phone while my friend is showing off on webcam for me? What the hell? I get off the phone as fast as I can, and get back to work. A few minutes later, we both watched each other cum.

I don’t think I have ever been interrupted this many times in the three years I have been masturbating. I think being interrupted is one of the most irritating things that can happen to someone masturbating. It can be irritating, but it also has the potential to be very hot if the right person catches you. Lets say, the person you are thinking about as you pleasure yourself? What could make it even hotter is if they join in, or they take over for you. That’s like, one of my biggest fantasies. I would love someone to walk in on me, someone I am thinking about while I play with myself, and have them help me finish, or watch them as I get off.

Sheltered

I grew up a very sheltered life. I was not allowed to watch anything with any kind of mild violence, and especially nothing with mild sexual content. When my family and I went to see Titanic in theaters, my mom covered my eyes when Jack and Rose were in the car having sex. I later found out that all you saw was kissing, nothing more.

My family and I never talked about sex. From what I believed, it was a very bad word. I think I learned the most of my sex education was the short one week class that was given in grades five through eight. My mom gave me the sex talk as we were driving home after hearing a Viagra ad on the radio. When I got my period in sixth grade, I learned about why I had a period, but not how babies were made.

I grew up thinking that virgin was a bad word. I knew it had something to do with sex, so it was automatically bad. I also thought condoms were bad, since they were something used during sex. Yes, I was this sheltered. Growing up I thought masturbation was something only boys did, where they just played with their penis. I had no idea they ejaculated, or that girls could masturbate as well. When I asked what masturbation was during sex education class, my classmates laughed at me. The teacher thought I was joking, so they never said.

I think that because I was so sheltered, I have turned into a total horn dog. Like I said in the beginning of this blog, I didn’t know how to masturbate until seventeen years old. That was three years ago for me. When I discovered that all the stuff I grew up thinking was bad was actually a good thing, I developed all of these ideas in my head.

I have all these ideas, fantasies, and hopes of trying so many different things. I want a lover to tie me up and have his way with me, I want to be whipped (lightly of course), I want to be handcuffed, I want to handcuff him. I want to try as many sexual positions as I possibly can. I want to be in a threesome, maybe a four or fivesome.

One day I hope to have children. I hope that when I do, my mate and I will be able to give the education that I never had. I want to be open with my children, I want them to be able to talk to me about sex, unlike how my parents and I never discussed such things. I don’t want my children growing up not knowing anything about anything. My worst fear is that a sheltered child go out and do stupid stuff, make bad choices, all from lack of knowledge.

I know that this is a very controversial issue in today’s society. What is the right age to teach your child what? How much should you tell your child? I believe that when they ask, I will tell. Or just when the time is right. In today’s society, sexual education is funded by the government with the stipulation be that the teachings be abstinence only. I do not want that kind of education for my child. I was lucky enough to grow up in a state where abstinence only education was not taught. This meant that our sex education was not governmentally funded, but we still were informed on how to protect ourselves for when we do become sexually active.

I hope this entry does not offend anyone, or piss anyone off. It was not meant to do that. This entry is pretty much another way to describe myself and my background. If anyone has any advice or comments about this topic, I would love to hear your comments.

Titty Bar

The other night I went to my first titty bar. It was freaking awesome! I loved it! You see, my friends (all guys and one girl) wanted to hang out with our best friend from high school before he leaves for the military this weekend. We all went to dinner at our friend’s parent’s restaurant, then ice cream. As we sat there eating ice cream, we joked about going to the local strip club. Then we decided we really wanted to go.

I wanted to go to, so we all left, I called my mom and told her I would be home late and not to wait up for me. She said ok, and to spend all the time I could with my friend that is leaving. I got in free, I guess because it was ladies night. It was amateur night as well, but I wasn’t going to get on stage. Not this time, anyways.

My friends and I just hung out in the pool room. They played, but I watched the strippers from the doorway. I was very hot and horny. I was fascinated by what those strippers can do on that pole. I then decided that when I finally get my own place, I am going to get a stripper pole and an instructional video on how to strip and pole dance.

After a while, we all went into the main dance room. One friend gave me six dollars, another gave me one, and another gave me ten. I sat in the back, too shy to sit in front of the stage. I sat and watched, liking what I saw.

Finally one of my friends went up to sit in front of the stage. That’s when my courage kicked in and I went to sit with him. He put a one dollar bill in front of him, and I did the same. When the stripper came up to me, she told me to stand up. I stood up, and she put the dollar in my shirt and asked if I minded if she grabbed my tits. I said go for it, and she did, sticking her face down my shirt to get to the one, then reaching around to grab my ass.

The next stripper came up onto stage. My friend and I put our money down and waited. This time the stripper took my one dollar, folded it up, and put it between my teeth. She then took it out with her teeth, and as she did, our lips touched. So I guess this means I have officially kissed a girl? I liked it, of course. Also, by this time I was very horny. I don’t know what it was about tits, ass, and pole dancing that got me so hot.

By the end of the night, my friends and I all decided we should make going to the titty bar a normal thing, maybe go like, once a month. They said that I am probably one of the only girls they could go with to a titty bar.

On the way home I told my friend that knowing my luck all my batteries would be dead, and that would suck because I was hornier beyond belief. When I got home, I stripped, got into the shower, got into bed, and went to town. I didn’t even need a porno. Of course, my batteries were dying. They weren’t quite dead yet, but I was cumming in less than five minutes.

This was awesome for me because for one, I got off so quickly, especially for dying batteries. Two, I have never been able to get off with dying batteries. By the tine I put everything away and cleaned up, it was 2 A.M. I had gotten home at one. If it wasn’t for the midterm I had the next day I think I would have just stayed home.

Today is the day I really came out as bicurious. I told my friends that didn’t know, my mom, and my sister. They all think that’s awesome, whatever creams my twinkie. A few friends knew I was bicurious before, but today was truly it. The other night at the titty bar was amazing, and I can’t wait to go back.

The Ex List (Ex # 4)

I met my fourth ex at work. Now, I will admit there was quite the age gap between us. He had been married once before, and no kids. When we first met he would pick on me, but everyone did, teasingly of course. After about a year of talking just at work, we exchanged IM’s. We would talk every now and then, leaving offline messages mostly because we had such different schedules.

One day I was going to have to take the bus home, so I asked if he wanted to hang out after I got out of class. He said sure and said he would pick me up after my last class got out. I was nervous all day. When he picked me up we went back to his house. He showed me old pictures, I met his cat, and later he took me home.

We did this for a few weeks, I would get out of class and he would pick me up. He asked me to have dinner with him on Valentine’s Day. I said that would be ok, and so he picked me up after he got off work. He barbequed some steaks, cooked some pasta, and made some garlic bread. For dessert we had ice cream.

A week later when we were hanging out at his house, he told me how he felt. I started feeling a little nervous. I had an idea he liked me, and I thought that I liked him too, but I was afraid of the age gap. Then he kissed me. We talked for a little bit, and then he dropped me off at home.

Two days later we went to breakfast with my mom, went back to his house, and talked about our feelings. We decided to give it a try. I brought a movie with me to watch, but we didn’t pay attention to the movie. We ended up making out the whole way through.

We moved way too fast. I knew it, and I told him. He knew it too. It was a good seven months, and everyone was supportive of us. At least everyone except my friends supported us.

Things were good for the first few months, I was happy, he was happy. Then, after about 5 months into the relationship I started feeling really bored. We never did anything, we never went anywhere. After about six months I started feeling really depressed. Also, school started back up, and I got to feeling overwhelmed with school and the relationship put together. I started to feel us slip away. I think another part that had to do with us is the birth control I was on. It really started to mess with my hormones.

Four days before our seven month mark, I broke up with him. I just realized that we got along better as friends. I wanted to focus my time on school. I wanted to get out and discover myself. I started to feel like I was settling down, something I was not ready to feel at twenty years old.

He was heartbroken, and he still is. We are trying to work on being friends again, but at times he makes it really hard for me. I hear from people at work that he is not doing too good, but I think he sucks it up when I am around. I really want us to be friends again, but he makes it really hard sometimes because he always starts talking about the what ifs and should have beens.

Sometimes I catch myself reporting to him. I get halfway through a text message and then realize I don’t have to tell him everything that’s going on. I feel like I have a lot more freedom. I try not to appear online to him as much, because although I am happy to talk, he makes it hard sometimes. Plus, I don’t want to give him the wrong idea of hope for us in the future.

I really don’t think I can go through what we went through again. Maybe if I was older, but certainly not now. I want to discover myself, learn about who I am. I want to explore my sexuality. I think this is the age where one learns the most about themselves.

The Ex List (Ex # 3)

If I was to describe my third ex in one word, that word would be creepy. We met in Human Sexuality class, spring semester of 2007. We just started talking, and realized we both played the same game. We exchanged game screen names and messenger addresses, and just started talking from there. Each class we would sit together, and every night we would talk online.

One day he took the same bus with me after class, as his other class was cancelled. We got to his stop, but he said he didn’t want to get off yet. I was thinking to myself “ok, whatever, the guy just wants someone to hang out with.” We get to my stop and he gets off with me. Ok, that’s fine, I wasn’t going straight home anyways, I was going to the high school to see my friends, as I did every Monday and Wednesday afternoon. He goes with me, I introduce him to my friends. I could tell from the instant they met him that my friends did not like him.

I myself was a little weirded out that he kept following me, so I kept giving really long hugs to one friend in particular, one I like to refer to as my cuddle buddy because he always has open arms for me when I want a hug. Cuddle buddy got my hint and put his arm around me. Creepy guy still would not leave.

My best friend finally comes over to meet us, and she calls her mom to see if she could hang out with me. I certainly did not want to be alone with him, and I was so relieved when her mom said yes about her hanging out with me. We head to my house, but we don’t go inside. I make up the excuse that I am not allowed to have new people over since my grandpa was in a hospital bed in the living room, so we sent creeper to hang out in the park at the back of the apartments while best friend and I went inside to use the bathroom and put our stuff away. While we were inside I told her what was going on. She was creeped out too.

We head back outside and sit on the grass with him. We talk about Runescape, school, and just made small talk. I asked everyone how their day was going, and he responded by saying that his day was great since he was sitting next to a cute girl. My stomach tied into knots when I heard this.

After a while it was time for my best friend to be picked up. We went with her and her mom was so kind as to drop him off at the bus stop. Thank God!

Well, a few days later the guy and I had a few lunches, hung out on campus, etc. One night online we were talking and he asked me out. Well, stupid and desperate me said yes. The guy seemed less creepy since I talked to him more, so I thought “what could happen?”

The next day we met in the cafeteria. It felt awkward at first, because we just stood there smiling at each other. Then he hugged me. He walked me to class, holding my hand. When we got to my class, he gave me another hug, and then bent his neck and gave me a quick kiss.

Things were like this for a couple days, mostly just hugging and  a few kisses. Then things picked up really fast. By the end of the week I let him come over. He really creeped me out when he called me from the back of the apartments and told me he couldn’t find my bedroom window. I told him he didn’t need to find it and to come around to the front.

He came over every day after school, and we just hung out in my room cuddling. By the end of two weeks we ended up getting more touchy feely than ever before. Somehow he ended up with no pants, and I gave my first blow job. He came and I swallowed. I didn’t like it with him too much though, but I did it often, just to make him happy. I wouldn’t let him go near me when he wanted to touch me.

After a couple of months, I twisted my ankle. The next day my ankle was so swollen I could barely walk, so my mom planned to take me to the hospital. He came over, but was going to walk to the bus stop when my mom and I left.
Things went as planned, or so I thought. My mom and I pulled out, and he started walking. When my mom and I got home, our friend that was staying with us said he came back in, went into my room, and just stood in there talking to himself. That was the end for me.

We broke up, and when school started back up in the fall I never saw him. Then in spring I saw him maybe once. However, this semester I have every single day. My friends are scared of him. Also, I hate common courtesy. I mean, have you ever seen someone you don’t want to talk to, but give a half smile, wave, or nod? Well, every time I see him I show a little common courtesy, but he takes it as an invitation to sit with us. When he does this, my friends and I bust out awkward, graphic conversation and he leaves.

The Ex List (Ex # 2)

Ex number two was probably the best boyfriend I have ever had. My best friend at the time met him on a game we all used to play called Runescape (a huge RPG). One night I stayed over at my friend’s house, and she let me use her computer. She logged onto her Instant Messenger and was like, “here, talk to this guy. Hes cool, and you two have a lot in common I think.”

So, while my friend did whatever she had to do, I talked to him. She was right, we did have a lot in common. I didn’t have internet at the time, so the only time I could really talk to him was at her house or through email at school.

A couple weeks went by, and by that time my online friend and I had gotten very close. I finally got internet at my house, and every day after school I would rush home to talk to him. We talked every night for hours, at least until he had to go to bed. Once in a while we would do voice chat, and webcam (nothing dirty or sexual) once or twice. I loved his accent. He lives on the other side of this country, so I could definitely hear an accent. Oh, and his voice seemed so much mature and the other boys here. At this time I was a senior and he was a sophomore.

After about three weeks of talking. We talked about what we looked for in the opposite sex, the perfect date, and so on. Then, we just kind of worked into this conversation how we felt about each other. I really liked him and he really liked me. We decided to wait to tell our friend, wanting to just try out the online dating thing, though we told just a few days after we started dating online.

Besides the fact that we were 3,000 miles apart, we had what seemed the perfect relationship. We learned stuff from each other. He was the one that I was talking to after I found out I had an orgasm the first time, he was the one that said that’s what it was. At least once every night we cybered, and never ran out of ideas. We talked about meeting after he graduated or turned 18.

Things were going great. We felt like the only obstacle would happen when I left to be a camp counselor for some local 6th graders for their class trip. He planned to email me every day of the week that I was gone. I spent all of my free time writing in my journal about him, how much I missed him, and so on. I couldn’t wait to get back to him.

Finally the day came when I got to go home from camp. The whole bus ride home I listened to our song over and over, my smile getting bigger every time I heard it. When I got home and turned on my computer, I only had one email from  him. What the hell? I thought, and he wasn’t even online.

I waited for him, and after about an hour he finally logged on. Things seemed fine, we talked about how we missed each other, we cybered, and he apologized for the lack of emails. It turned out he had been grounded from the computer the past week. Apparently, some girl on MySpace messaged him, with her phone number. He called her, and his mom found out, so she grounded him.

After he told me, I could tell something was wrong, but he wouldn’t tell me. Eventually though, it came out. Along with him being grounded, his mom also told him that if she ever caught him online dating that he would be banned from the computer until he moved out. He thought we should break up.

I was heartbroken, deleted him from my MySpace, but a few days later he messaged me, saying he was sorry but still wanted to be my friend. I realized that I was too close to this guy to let him go completely, and it took a while, but finally we were back to being friends.

To this day we still are great friends. We actually hope to meet someday, possibly this spring. I look forward to it. We have a bond, I think. We both learned so much about each other, life, and relationships. I wonder sometimes though, where we would be if we hadn’t broken up that first time, but I don’t dwell on it. He is still one of my closest friends, and I can talk to him about anything, ask anything, and he is always there.

The Ex List (Ex #1)

I have only had four boyfriends. Three I dated in person, the fourth was online. I think the one I learned the most from was my online relationship. The longest relationship however was the one I just got out of. I decided I should write about them, and since there is so much to each one, I will make one post per ex. How does that sound?

My first boyfriend I met through a friend in Study Hall my sophomore year. I was asking pretty much everyone I knew to go to the Homecoming dance with me, and they all had said no. When I asked my friend in Study Hall, he said no as well, but said he had  a friend who had got turned down as many times as I had. I gave him my number, and that night the said friend called me.

We talked for four hours, until I had to go to bed. For the first bit of our conversation we just made small talk, asking about each other. Soon after though, he asked me to the dance. Of course I said yes. Then he asked me if I wanted to go as friends or a date. I was so desperate for someone that I chose to be his date. As soon as I said that, he asked if I would be his girlfriend. Wow, fast mover, but I didn’t think anything of it because of my desperateness.

We agreed to meet the next day in front of my class after the Homecoming assembly got out. I arrived to the designated meeting spot first, and soon after he joined me. He was tall, at least a foot taller than me. I was only 5’2” (as I have been since I was 10), and he was 6’3.” We made awkward conversation for a little bit, but we had to get to class in a minute. So we hugged goodbye and agreed to meet by his class at the end of the day.

I got out of my last class of the day and rushed to his classroom to meet him. When he came out we hugged and started walking side by side, and he held my hand. My heart skipped, as I had never had a guy hold my hand before. We walked together down the hall, our friends waving at us, saying we were cute together. We went to the front of the main entrance hall and sat on a bench, still holding hands.

I was feeling pretty nervous, my feet twitching from inside my shoes, my legs shaking. He took his free hand and set it on my knee, smiling at me and telling me I didn’t have to be scared. We sat looking into each other’s eyes, smiling. Before I knew it, he started to lean in. Instinctively, I leaned back, but just as quick, I moved forward. Our noses bumped, we each tilted our heads slightly, and our lips touched for a fraction of a second. That was my first kiss.

His dad picked us up and dropped me off at home. When I got back into my room I felt so twitterpated. I mean, a boy just kissed me. I had imagined that day for so many years and it finally happened. That guy was my first boyfriend. I didn’t tell my mom, and for all she knew, we were just friends going to a dance together. I don’t know why I never told my mom. I guess I was just worried I would have less freedom, or I wouldn’t look as innocent anymore. Who knows what my fifteen year old mind was thinking.

The next day was Friday. That night him and his dad picked me up and dropped us off at the movies. We both were dying to see School of Rock. We get into the theater, and first thing he does is try and stick his tongue down my throat. I swear, that was the biggest turn off ever. I said no quietly, without much authority and he asked me if I didn’t like him. Well, because I was so afraid of losing the boyfriend I just got, I said yes I liked him, and he continued sucking my face. Honestly, I think this is why I am not much of a fan of heavy make out sessions. Just because I had such a bad, sloppy, and bad tasting experience. After the movie, his dad picked us up and dropped me off.

The next day was Homecoming. My neighbor did my make up, and I wore my graduation dress from 8th grade. Once again, he and his dad picked me up, and dropped us off at the high school. I swear, that boy could not keep his hands off of me. I wanted to tell him he was going too fast for me, but I didn’t want to upset him.

We danced some dirty dances, made out (and had the chaperones come up and tell us to knock it off a few times), and then he took me to a secluded area and proceeded to feel me up. I let him do it of course, telling him once to stop, but he never listened.

The next day we talked on the phone all morning, and then he had his dad pick me up to go to his house. Surprisingly, my mom let me go. We got to his house, I got the grand tour, and first thing he went for was my mouth, again. We made out in the basement a bunch, and every time we would hug he would hint that he had a boner. I backed off every time.
Finally, it was time to go. I don’t think I ever wanted out of a house so bad in my life. His dad took us to dinner, and then dropped me off afterwards. I got home, did laundry, and we talked on the phone for a while.

The next morning I felt like something was wrong. When I got to school, he came over to greet me with a hug, but only a peck of a kiss. After school, he walked me to the bus, we hugged and kissed goodbye. When I got home I waited for him to call, but he never did. Finally I called him, and said that I had a math test so we would have the same lunch period. All he said was “oh.” I asked him if he wanted to sit with me, but “he wasn’t sure.” Then came the dreaded words anyone hates to ask: “Are you breaking up with me?” His answer: “Yeah, I think its best.”

What a prick. Oh well. I was heartbroken at the time. However, now I am kind of glad he did because it definitely wasn’t meant to be. I heard a lot of excuses over the next few weeks on why he broke up with me. My favorite one was where “someone said I made a hit list and threatened a bunch of people and that I was stalking him.” That’s the biggest crock of shit I ever heard.

We still talk every now and then. He normally only wants to talk when he’s horny and wants to cyber. He also gets very interested in me whenever he hears that I am single again. I am not very fond of talking to him anymore. Every time we do talk he gets all depressing and makes himself sound suicidal, and that his life is ruined and a waste. Every time I try to say something encouraging, he shuts me down. I gave up.

Friends

Growing up I made and lost a lot of friends. Some I lost because of school changes, some because we just drifted apart, or others for reasons I don’t know. Over this time, I noticed a pattern of getting very close to these people, becoming the best of friends, and then somehow the friendship dies.

In first grade, we had a new girl in class. We became automatic best friends. We were inseparable, where one of us was, so was the other. We had sleepovers every weekend, and during one spring vacation week off she stayed over the whole time. We did get sick of each other by the end of break, but when the next Monday rolled around, we were back to being best of buds.

In fourth grade I switched schools, and we lost contact. Her phone got disconnected and I never had a way to reach her, and neither of us had emails. Ironically, when I went back to my old school that she was at, she had transferred to the school I left.

I didn’t really make any other close friends until 7th grade. She would always come over and we would get ready for school dances together, make fun of the girl in class with the hugest tits by stuffing socks into our bras. When we had sleepovers we had this game we played when we went to bed where we would take turns playing each other’s crushes, making up scenarios on how we “managed to be able to stay at our crushes house.” I think her and I had the best connection when it came to talking about stuff outside of the norm.

In 9th grade, I moved half way across the country. We called each other about once a week, but by the second year of me being away, ironically right before I moved back to my hometown, we lost touch. She had newer friends, with more in common. However, while I was living half way across the country, I got into contact with a boy from my elementary school.

Growing up we never really talked or hung out. We were both the outsiders, and would get bullied by this one kid in our class, so we thought we could minimize getting picked on by not talking. We really started to talk when I called him on his birthday one year. After that we called each other at least once every week or two. One day we exchanged one of those surveys over email, and one of the questions asked was he would ever go out with me. He answered yes, and that’s when I thought I really had a crush on him.

When I moved back to my hometown, we became the best of friends. We had tons in common, went everywhere together, and our parents (whom were both very strict), let us do whatever we wanted, no curfew because we were trusted so much. We never did anything, only hugged a few times. I had the biggest crush on him by this time. I always wanted to tell him, but never found the right time, place or words. I think that was for the best.

In October of my senior year, I got an email from him. It said that he didn’t want to be friends anymore and to never talk to him again. I was crushed, but my other friends (not as close at the time), really helped pull me through. That is when I became very close to a girl that was a grade below me. We had a sleepover one night, and we confessed all our secrets to each other. It was an instant connection. There were others in our group, and while we were all still in high school, where one of us was, so was the rest.

After I graduated, we all seemed to slowly drift apart. After the rest of them graduated, we really started to drift. Some of us started college, some went to work, some enlisted into the military, and others got into some trouble.

I think that because I have had such a bad track record in keeping friends, I have the hardest time letting go to the people I have in my life. I always had the pattern of making a really close friend, and then one day I come to realize that we drifted apart, went our own ways, or just plain broke each other’s hearts. This is why I think I have such horrible attachment issues. I want to hold on, never let them go, but spend as much time with them as I can before they someday leave my life.

Booty Call (Fantasy)

I am so horny right now, and I feel like it’s his fault. He said he would pleasure me when I was ready, since I didn’t feel just right the night I blew him. Well, right now I am seriously thinking about making that booty call. One reason I haven’t though is because I know he’s busy, getting ready to leave and all.

You see, I have been masturbating like crazy, trying to get it out of my system, but it’s just not working. Yeah, I cum at the end, but only after taking forever in rubbing my clit, thrusting my dildo in and out of my dripping wet pussy.

I keep having this fantasy of him coming over, and telling me he wanted to see me use my toys. I strip, and get on the bed. I take my vibrator and run it all over my clit. I then take my other hand and hand him my favorite glass wand. I ask him to fuck me with it. He does, hard and fast.

I never thought I could want him this bad. I mean, our friendship was never anything sexual, though we did talk a lot about sex. The last time I can see him before he goes is Thursday, where he tells me goodbye. Hopefully it will be more than just a few minutes of goodbyes. My mom said he could stay over, so I think I will ask him to when he comes back over.

If he does, I will ask him to fuck me with my dildo, while I rub my clit. Hell, I kind of want him to rub my clit too. I want to have him try it without toys first, using only his hands.  Before he sticks the dildo in I want him to put a finger inside my dripping wet pussy, maybe even two fingers. I want him to take my pussy juices and rub them over my clit, making my vulva nice and wet all over.

Finally, I want him to stick that dildo in, and slowly thrust it in and out, getting faster and harder until I can’t take it anymore. He will rub my clit fast, up and down, and in circles. I am so close to cumming and I tell him. He stops, and takes my vibrator, and turns it on. He places it on my clit, rubbing it all around.

This will send me over the edge, making me cum harder and faster than I ever have in my whole life. Because he did such a good job, and I feel so much satisfied, I will reward him with a nice cock sucking.

I will do everything I did last time, but adding in a few more techniques. Before I go down on him, I will tickle and tease his nipples with my tongue. I will slowly kiss his chest all over, slowly moving my way up to have our lips meet. His kiss will be as passionate as I imagined. He will take his arms and wrap them around me, moving his hand up my shirt to cup my left breast. He will squeeze and rub my nipple, making it hard. Then he will switch to my other breast and nipple. I will slowly move my hands down his back, running my nails down, giving him chills.

I move my hand farther down, and rest my hand firmly on his throbbing jeans. He undoes his belt buckle and wiggles out of his pants, letting his cock spring free into my waiting hand. I gently squeeze and loosen my grip, moving my hand up and down in the motions of jerking his hard, throbbing penis. I will take my free hand and cup his balls, softly massaging them in my hand. He runs his fingers through my hair, down my back. I tell him he is the only one that can do that without tickling me. He smiles, and I smile back. We kiss, sweetly, softly, passionately. He takes a free hand and cups my cheek.

Slowly, I go down. I lick his balls, and then slowly start to suck on each side, tickling them with my tongue. Next, I move my tongue up his balls, and up his shaft, swirling it like a lollipop. I put my mouth over the head of his cock and suck, running my tongue around the tip. I put his cock further in my mouth and start to suck.
I bob my head up and down, massaging his balls with one hand, jacking his lower cock with the other, while my mouth and tongue stimulates the head. He tells me not to stop, to keep going. I work faster, moving my tongue all over, using it to explore his erect cock.

Finally, after being so worked up from fucking me with my dildo, he will cum in my mouth again. I will swallow. He is the only guy I never hesitated on swallowing. I mean, I swallowed for the first guy I ever sucked off, but only because I thought I had to. The next guy had the worst tasting cum, and I had to spit it out. This guy however seems just right. Swallowing for me definitely depends on taste, and consistency as well, but certainly not as much as taste.

We fall asleep in each other’s arms, as we say goodbye one last time before he leaves. I am going to miss him. I wish him good luck for what he is about to do.

Nipples

I am jealous of anyone who has any fair amount of sensitivity in their nipples. Because, for me, I have little to no feeling at all in them. Someone has to suck as hard as one can suck to make me feel the slightest hint of sensation. And biting does nothing for me. Its horrible. Someone will do something with my nipple, and they show me what they did using my arm and it hurt. So why can’t I feel my nipples?

This is why I have been thinking lately about getting them pierced. One of two things could happen if I do this. Piercings could totally reverse my problem, making them super sensitive, or I could lose any feeling at all, in that case it won’t really matter.

I talked to someone close to me who has had them pierced a few times, and she said that basically they are cute but a pain in the ass. That is kind of discouraging, because seriously, who do I have to show off to? I mean, I don’t want them to be visible and completely obvious to the unknowing eye.

However, just because I am really not sensitive on my nipples, doesn’t mean I don’t like stimulation attempted. I will catch myself playing with them unknowingly. Pinching them, pulling on them, rolling them. It does nothing for me, but I still do it. I like to have someone suck on them, feel them all over, like they are trying to tune into a really good radio station with a bad connection.

I like to play with other people’s nipples. I like to suck on them, gently bite them, run my tongue all around them. I like this done to me, but it just has to be a bit rougher. Surprisingly, putting a vibrator to them doesn’t do anything for me. However, just possibly, that does not mean someone else putting a vibrator to them wouldn’t do anything. I have never really had anyone try.

So anyways, I would love for anyone’s advice on nipple piercing. Is it normal to have such insensitive nipples? Could piercing turn everything around?