News

Yes, I've been absent for a while.

Yes, I've been getting action.

Yes, it's been fantasticly good, mind blowing, potentially life altering action.

Yes, I'm dating someone exclusively.

Yes, I'm falling in love.

No, you don't get any more details than that!

Five Condoms, 1 Fuck

If you've read the last post - and I know you have - you already know that I fooled around with a guy named Travis and had plans to see him again this past weekend.

We saw each other Friday and talked a little, but of nothing of great regard. Saturday was the wedding, and we exchanged some small talk prior to the ceremony. I started on the beer immediately after the ceremony, and managed to talk with Travis, standing next to him, my leg and body covertly pressed up against his, while we conversed with his dad. Again, though, nothing of importance was discussed.

Once at the reception, I again hit the bar. At some point, we went outside the hotel to smoke, and I rubbed up against him then. We kissed and fondled each other a bit before breaking apart, barely in time to escape being caught by his family. I knew then that it would be on with us that night.

Later in the night, we escaped to his hotel room for a smoke, which turned into barely half a cigarette between us and some more kissing and fondling. I asked him if he was going to fuck me that night, and he agreed, as we all knew he would. I straddled him on the bed and let him finger me until I came, wetting the bedspread and the back of my dress before we had to get back to the reception.

Later, it was so exciting sitting next to him in the bar, talking across the table with his mom, as his hand rubbed and caressed my leg. I loved the excitement, the danger, his touch. As the bar closed down, we made our plans, and he gave me a room key and told me to let myself in when the coast was clear.

I went back to my room and changed into my pajamas - a tank top and sweat pants, nothing very classy - and walked back to his room. He wasn't there yet, and I let myself in and lit up.

He came in mere minutes later, and let me know he had a few more things to do before we could get it on. He told me to make myself at home and he'd come for me soon.

I was near asleep, on my stomach, when he did come back. I peeled myself up from the bed as he stood behind me and ran his hands all over me. When I couldn't take it anymore, I turned to him and we began kissing.

His hands pulled my tank top off of me, and before he could start, I began taking his tux off. His cock, partially hard, peeked through the hole in his boxers, and the surprise tattoo on his arm only confirmed his sexiness.

He lay me back on the bed and climbed on top of me, kissing me passionately. He moved down to kiss my breasts and suck on them before tugging my pants off me, with his boxers following.

He climbed back on me, my legs spread around him, and began rubbing against my naked body. His fingers found my pussy and very quickly got me off, his words promising more of that throughout the night.

I sucked on his cock quite a bit, and when stroking him, was told to get 'rough' with it. When I told him I didn't want to hurt it, he told me I wouldn't, and showed me how he liked to be touched. I'm a good learner, and loved hearing his moans and seeing his body twitch. He never came in my mouth, however, as he had been drinking quite a bit for some time, and had problems getting and staying completely hard.

While I was disappointed with this, it also meant that he focused quite a bit on me, and got me off several times. Once he had a finger in my ass, fingers in my pussy, his tongue touching my clit, my legs in the air and around him, my head back, my mouth screaming 'FUCK' quite loudly while I squirted all over him.

I made him quit touching me after that, and we cuddled for a bit, his hands continuously stroking me, his mouth and tongue licking and keeping me turned on. He told me repeatedly how much he liked pleasing me, how he could do it all night, how he was just getting started with me, how easily I got off, how much he wanted to be deep inside me.

Much of the night is a blur, due both to the amount I drank beforehand, as well as the amount of time we spent fooling around. He got me of multiple times, causing several wet spots to drench the bed. We tried four times during the night and morning to fuck, including different positions and an attempt at anal, but the aforementioned problems he had only caused us to run through condoms. We were both disappointed, but as I said, I got off several times under his touch as a reward.

We finally gave up our fucking attempts for good around 6am and fell asleep. I woke up around 8:30, and my waking woke him. I realized his hard cock was poking my ass and began wiggling against it. He flipped me over and began teasing my clit with it. He grabbed the last condom and I helped slide it on him, pleased to find that his hard cock was much firmer and bigger than it ever had been during the night.

He slid his cock into me, missionary style, and I gasped as he filled me. My legs wrapped around him and I pulled him in deeper, loving how he felt. His arms supported him above me, and I urged him on, hearing him groan as he fucked me hard. I told him how good he felt as I squeezed his biceps and bit his neck, and we kissed often, passionate short kisses as he rutted against me.

He groaned once, long and loud, when he finally came, needing that release after our hours of foreplay.

I had to leave not long after that, and thanked him for the fun evening. He thanked me as well for the fun and told me I owed him about 15 such releases in exchange for all I got the night before.

I found bruises on my upper arm later that morning, and though I have no way of contacting him, I'm reasonably sure he's carrying some sex marks of his own. All in all, a pretty decent time.

Still Here

Hard to believe it's been 2months since I've last gotten any. I'm coming off of a hellish month at the office, and haven't had any energy (not to mention free time) to devote to men.

Not to mention, I've become very disenchanted with that gender. They seem to be full of disappointment and lies, wherever I turn.

So, I'm masturbating furiously, of course, and hoping I snap out of this funk.

Happy Holidays, folks. Maybe the new year will bring me some much needed cock!

Porn!

I hopped online Saturday night and received a message from A, asking me what I was doing that night. He was up for some play, so we agreed we'd meet at a halfway point in between us - and visit some local porn shops. I quickly showered, fixing up the shave job from the night before, threw on some casual clothes (jeans, thinnish shirt, no bra), and got on the road!

We were hoping to play in some booths, but at the first shop, the 'booths' were really just open stalls: a TV, a chair, and no door. That wasn't going to fly! We looked at the toys for a bit, as I'm in need of a new vibrator, and looked at the videos a bit, scoping the place out. There were maybe half a dozen guys in and out of the place, and while A said they were looking at me, I barely gave them a glance.

At one point, after courteously asking me first, A ducked into the bathroom at the porn shop, leaving me alone with the random guys. While that made me nervous, I was also excited to think that a stranger might come up to me and start touching me.

A and I have talked often before about me sucking through glory holes and while the idea gets me very hot, he is very concerned about the, er, quality of men who might be there. If actually faced with the situation, I'm not sure whether I would take the plunge or not, but I didn't have to deal with that last night.

When we learned the place was closing shortly for the night, we went across the street to a 24hour place. This was much brighter, much cleaner of an establishment. Again, we looked at some of their toys, though there selection paled compared to the first locale. We made fun of some of the videos that looked like they were the 1973 edition, and we checked out the booths. Here, they had doors on them, but we weren't sure if they were meant for only one person or not.

I was pretty hot at that point - I always find A incredibly sexy - and we left, intent on finding a place to pull over and play. We were barely out of the parking lot before my jeans were unzipped and pulled down, and A's fingers were in my slit.

This was the first time I had let A touch me, and I was already very wet for him. We pulled up alongside a trucker, and A turned the dome light on, giving some lucky guy a good view of a horny slut who was enjoying a man's fingers inside her.

A brought me to orgasm, and began stroking his cock. I reached over to help and to keep his balls from being neglected, and when he got closer to cumming, he asked where I wanted his cum, and he pulled over so I could put my mouth on it.

He continued to jerk his cock, with my mouth right over the head, calling me a dirty slut for loving his cum so much. When he came, my mouth sucked him dry and swallowed it down.

A drove me back to my car and kissed me before I left. While the porn shops were a bit anti-climatic, A and I still managed to enjoy ourselves.

Mmm, Cock

I sucked cock last night in a parked car. This was preceded by a couple of beers, a few various bars, my first strip club!, some excellent kissing, and some tit sucking.

I almost laughed while sucking cock - it's been years since I had sucked this particular one. About 10 years, to be precise. He was silent throughout, which I don't prefer, but he was gentlemanly enough to let me know when he was going to cum.

Not that that made me pull my mouth off of his rod at all...I swallowed all of his cum down like good bad girls do.

The strip club was sort of sleazy - small and trashy. The girls were okay - one was pretty cute, the others weren't that great. The guys looked completely unrespectable. My guy and I sat back, thighs and arms touching, and watched the action together. He tipped one, sliding the bill between her breasts while she squeezed them together to hold onto the money.

We were only there a short time, maybe 30 min, before he said we should leave after our beers were done. I teased him, wondering if the action was too much for him to take, and he smiled, agreeing that there was a lot of visual stimuli.

When we got back into his car, I begged him to crank the heat, as I was cold without a coat. He leaned over while fastening his seat belt to stare at my left breast, the one closest to him.

"You're not nipping out," he said. I ran my fingers over my nipple to find that I was, actually, and I told him so. His fingers soon replaced mine, finding the hard nub. "Oh, there it is" he murmured, giving it a quick tug.

His mouth found mine, and soon his hand slid into my low cut shirt, cupping my breast. Together, we pushed my bra out of the way and bared my tits. His mouth suckled on a hard nipple, my lips sucking on his ear, while he milked me with his tongue and teeth. He paid attention to the other breast as well, sucking hard on it. leaving teeth marks I'm still viewing today.

I'll be seeing him again, I just don't know when. It won't be soon enough, certainly.

Yes, I know, it's been forever. And no, I actually haven't gotten any in the past month. I wish I could say I met a fabulous man who's kept me tied up, literally and figuratively, but...I haven't lied to you before and I won't start now!

There is a man, though, who hasn't left my head for the past week...

I wrote before about F, my first blow job. Well, I saw him last weekend. Immediately, there was a connection again. He's now divorced, and we spent most of the night talking and flirting with each other.

He checked out me out at one point, telling me I looked good and that it was a good thing I still had my ass. He slid in between my legs at a booth in the bar, wrapping one leg across his lap so that he could stroke it under the table. He nestled in between my arms and my chest and gave me all his attention.

He walked me to my car, and told me how comfortable he always feels with me, how he's always been interested and attracted but was married before, then recouping from that ending, and we live in different towns, but if the pieces fit, and he thinks they do...

Wow. That all took me by surprise. He has some events in the somewhat near future that he'd like me to accompany him to, and I agreed, and then, speech concluded...he kissed me.

I haven't been kissed like that in ages. Kisses that made my stomach weak, introduced butterflies to it, kisses that made me moan into his open mouth. His hands were in my hair, and it's a good thing, because I don't know that I could have continued standing without help.

I managed to gain enough sense to finally pull away, and as it was quite late and I was staying with people who were expecting me back, I refused the offer to go to his place. I laughed when he suggested we drive in my car somewhere, as I learned (as you have) that my small car is not very conducive to playing.

We've emailed a bit this week, and I'm thinking of driving to his down (an hour away) next Friday to surprise him at an event. I just...I can't get those kisses out of my head, and it's driving me nuts.

Men. Sigh!

Tried to IM with M a little bit this morning, but he was at work and I realized I was running late. He sent this email midday today:

Hey--

Alright! I gotta come clean with something, so it'll be easier for our future exchanges. I never told you, and you never asked. For our arrangement, it was fine, and I think it is still fine. I'm married. That's why I had to do all the sneaking around at work and stuff. But with my new schedule, I think it'll pretty much be impossible for us to meet again, unless you can think of something. The major hurdle is communication, I can't get on messenger in the evening at home, and you can't call me on my cell (I can't call you either from my cell phone). I would've loved to meet you again off and on, but I can't think of a way. Can you think of a way? (I hope you can, you give some good head!! The best I've ever had!!!)

First of all, he should have been straight to begin with. I still would have sucked his cock, I just would have enjoyed it more had I known at the time. Secondly, while I may give good head at time, it's really sad if I'm the best he's ever had. And last, as I told him when I responded, if I'm going to have a regular hookup, it's going to be with someone I can actually call and get a hold of and see.