On Recent (In)Activity

I have not slept with the new boyfriend yet, and I think this is because he finds me intimidating. For one thing he knows I have a sex blog; for another I may or may not have leaped at him and attempted to shred his clothes on our first date. OK, yes I did. But I am slowly coaxing him out of his shyness. He's a natural hair puller and a fierce biter and he almost, almost tried to push my head down onto his cock when we woke up yesterday before he remembered himself and pulled his hands back. I can be patient. Somewhere inside him is a violently passionate little monster who will be worth the wait.

Past and Future

An old friend writes:

You gettin any? or do I need to come visit?

In a fit of boredom at work, I had looked him up on MySpace and sent him a message. I have not seen him in over a decade. He looks mostly the same as far as I can tell. I only vaguely remember the beautiful eyes that look out at me from his pictures. I wasn't looking in his eyes. My face was in his lap I was looking at his cock sliding through my lips. I definitely remember thinking that was beautiful. I remember him slowly snaking his hand between my thighs to slip his fingers inside me. I remember begging him to fuck me as I wrestled with my jeans and then his body covering mine, the sensation of being filled, his breath on my neck and my body exploding in mere seconds.

You gettin any? or do I need to come visit?

He is teasing me of course. People don't travel those kind of distances for sex. Still, the fantasy lingers in my head: what if? If he showed up on my doorstep, what would we do? Would he expect me to show him around and take in the city, or could I just throw him in my bed and say there? How much sex can you cram into one day? Into two? In the present, I discover my hand has slipped inside my panties at some point and I am lazily stroking myself with slick fingers.

You gettin any? or do I need to come visit?

In a way, he already has.

Downtime

My darlings,

I had to do some blog rearranging, which is why if you stopped by yesterday or this morning you saw this blog marked as private. I finally got around to moving my blogs to the new blogger platform, and after I did that, realized it would no longer work to have two separate user names and blogs under the same Google account. I work very hard to keep this blog separate from my main blog - this blog was set up to let me publish my dirty stories where my family wouldn't be able to see them. So to that end, I opened a second Google account and spent my morning rebuilding the blog. The bad news is I lost all of your lovely comments in the process. The good news is I now have an e-mail address set up just for you! I'm sad that I lost all your comments, but hopefully it will inspire me to do some much needed writing for you so I can earn some new ones.

A Birthday Gift

The hot water splashes my skin and runs down my body. My mind really isn't on the shower; it's on tonight's party and what I'm going to wear when I'm done in here. I push my head into the water to wet my hair, and that is why I don't hear you when you step into the tub behind me. The first I notice is when you put your hands on my shoulders and turn me around to face you. I open my eyes to look at you, but before I catch your eye, you've pushed me down to my knees. I'm suddenly face to face with your hard cock and I look up into your face and hold your eyes while you reach down to feed it to me. I suck you deep into my mouth as your hands reach down to grip my hair, as if to hold me in place so that I can't escape. The hot water pours down on my head and over my face. I close my eyes against the sting of it. It's so hard to breathe with water running in my nose and your cock filling my mouth. Just when I start to think I might drown you take over, pulling me forward so that the water now runs down my back and thrusting into me, fucking my mouth. I open my eyes and look up at your face just as I feel the first shot hit the back of my mouth. And when you've finished, releasing my head and turning to step out of the shower, I smile and gratefully swallow my birthday gift.