Tuesday, November 19, 2013

Saturday, November 16, 2013

blindfolded.

     My boyfriend likes to blindfold me sometimes.

     He likes to pretend he's someone else fucking me.  He tells me to think of a guy that I find attractive, fastens the blindfold around the back of my head, leaves the room for a moment, and re-enters in character.  It isn't until he asks me to say his name, that he truly finds out who I'm fantasizing about.  It's always turned him on, thinking of me, fucking another guy.  He loves seeing what I do differently, when he pretends he's someone else.  We are two completely different people fucking, and the possibilities of what can happen, are wide open.  And today, he's in the mood for his favourite game.    
     "Think about someone else, baby," he whispers in my ear, as he nibbles on it.  He helps me with my blindfold.  "Whatever you do, don't take it off, ok?  Promise?"  
     "Yes, baby," I reply, smiling, already nude.  I have to admit, I enjoy the role-play as much as he does.  But, it's not so much that I enjoy thinking about another guy fucking me, as how sexy I find it that my boyfriend pretends to be them.  I love that he loves it, too.

     So, I wait.  And, the anticipation just makes me hornier.  It does seem like he's taking a little longer than usual, though.  Maybe he's doing something different this time; maybe he's getting a toy ready, or something.  I bide my time by imagining what he'll do to me this time. 
     Then, I hear the door click open.  The carpet creak under his feet, as he walks toward the bed.  I feel the bed shift, and he sits on the edge of it.  He takes my feet in his hands, massages them a little bit.  This is exactly the kind of thing I'm talking about.  Already, this is new; I can't recall him ever starting out like this.  I feel my pussy get excited; eager to see what this evening will hold.  His hands drift up my legs- I can't ever recall him paying attention to them, though he does say I have great legs- he kisses behind my knees, back down to my toes, which he takes into his warm mouth.  I can't say I recall having ever done this with anyone, but it feels lovely, like stepping into a warm bath.  He moves upward, using both his hands to cup one thigh; kneading it almost, continuing with the massage.  I'm a little chilly, lying here naked, so his warm hands on my body feel comforting, relaxing, and erotic.  My pussy strains to be touched.  His hands continue upwards, tracing my silhouette; cupping my hips, my sides, my breasts.  "Ohh baby," I moan eagerly, but he says nothing.  He kisses my stomach, while he plays with my tits, and I notice that he's clean shaven.  That must have been what he was doing!  A quick shave.  And now that I mention it, I think he's put on some aftershave as well, which he doesn't usually wear.  Maybe my roommates'.  Clever!
     He lets go of my breasts, and kisses lower, putting a little more pressure as he gets to my pubic bone.  I lift my hips to meet his mouth, eager as I am.  He puts his mouth on me, and I am ecstatic!  Usually it's straight to fucking!  "Oohh yeah, baby," I cry out, thrusting slightly into his mouth.  "Oh yeah.  Suck it, baby."  I boldly let my hands touch my own breasts; something I don't necessarily enjoy, but my new partner might enjoy seeing.  He can't help but reaching up and joining me, as he sucks me off.  Our hands play with each other over my chest, fingers almost locking into each other at times, slipping in and out of each others' grip.  It strikes me as immediately intimate and loving, this holding of hands while we fuck.  That's the great thing about this game; learning something new that we both enjoy, that we otherwise may have not found out.
           He mouth leaves, and I wait for his cock.  But, another new thing!  He flips me over, fairly aggressively, and enters me from behind.  "Ohh yeah, baby," I muse, expecting him to ask me to start saying his name, now that we're fucking.  I try to get on my knees, but he holds me flat on my stomach, and he soon lays on top of me, his face in my hair.  "Oh fuck, baby," I moan, slightly muffled by the pillow, "Your cock feels so fucking good.  So much better than my boyfriend's."  He loves stuff like this.  "I love fucking another dick.  I needed someone else's cock, baby."  It feels fucking incredible.  I'm so wet; he's sliding in and out of me so easily.  "I wanted another guy to come in me.  I wanted someone else's cock to fuck me.  I needed your cock.  I want you to shoot in me."  He finally pipes up, but it's so quiet and distorted, that I can barely hear what he says.  
        "Are you on the pill, baby?"  
       "Yes.  Yes, baby.  Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"  This game is so hot.  He is so fucking good at this!  He strains against me, letting a huge exhale of breath into the back of my neck.  He holds himself up on his elbows, but doesn't move, breathing heavily.  "Holy shit, baby!  You know how to fuck me," I exclaim as he rolls off, and I reach for the blindfold.  I meet his eyes.  My mouth drops open.

     HOLY.  FUCK.        
       
   

Friday, November 15, 2013

looking for a woman tonight.

     After recently ending a long relationship with a man, I'm officially on the prowl.

     But no, not for another man; as go my cravings, this time, I'm interested in a lady.  That's usually the trend with me and partners: after I've had one for a while, I go for the other.  The problem is, I kind of forget how to meet women (gay women, that is).  I'm not really into the club or bar scene, which seems to be the only tried and tested way of doing it.  That is, other than going online.  I've never done it before, remembering some creepy, seedy stigmas it used to hold; but figure, what the hell!  Get with the times.  This is how people hookup nowadays.  So I create a profile for myself, advertising a 'friend with benefits' type situation.  I post some sexy, but not explicit, pictures, and away I go!

     Right away, I get a reply.  A blonde woman with short hair, a little older than I was looking for.  She says, "Ooo!  Pick me!  ;)".  I browse her profile, and discover that her main picture doesn't do her justice.  Too much makeup, and at an odd angle.  Her other pics show her to be much more naturally beautiful.  A little dyke-y looking, even; which I love.  She's seems to have a positive energy, and her shit together.  Perfect.  I message, "Would you like to get a drink/coffee sometime soon?".  She replies, "How about this weekend?", and we plan a place to meet.

     I've never really been on a date, so I'm nervous, waiting at the bar for her.  It's an indie spot across from where I work, but I withhold that information until I know she's not a complete crazy person.  I wear an artsy, stylish looking dress, going for the creative type.  Her profile made her seem worldly.  I have one to help the first date jitters.  I want to sleep with her.  Tonight.  I hope she isn't partial to taking it slow.  
      Crap!  There she is!  I duck behind the bar to prepare myself, before she spots me.  I wish I was having a conversation with someone, it would look better.  I quickly call the bartender over, then take my time ordering, enough so, that he gets impatient that I called him over so quick without actually knowing what I want yet.  "Janet?"  I turn from him, pretending to see her for the first time.  
     "Cat! Hi!  Nice to meet you!"  She gives me an encouraging half hug as a greeting.  "Sit down!  Can I get you a drink?"  
    "Sure!  Whatever you're having."  We small talk about what we do for a living, what we do for fun, our mutual interests, what we're looking for right now.  
    "I've just recovered from a long term relationship, and I'm ready to meet someone new, and start a new chapter in my life," I chirp.  Notice I don't mention that it was with a guy, as this can sometimes turn gay women off. 
    "I'm in a similar situation, where I've always had long term relationships, but am entering the world of casual dating."  Eg, casual sex.  
    "Fantastic!", I spurt.  "Looks like we're looking for the same thing."  I raise an eyebrow, and give her a wink.  After a few, I venture, "Any chance you would want to go somewhere a little more comfortable?"  

     A short walk away, we arrive at my place.  "Lovely!", she says as we enter, perhaps pleased to see that I don't have any housemates.  
    "It costs an arm and a leg," I mitigate.  "Can I get you anything?"  
    "Maybe later," she teases, coming close to me.  I go for a kiss, and she responds.  I hold her soft face in my hands, which soon wander through her hair, and down the nape of her neck.  As we lock lips, she takes off her coat, and throws it on the couch.  I kick off my shoes.  She tastes like the cranberries from her drink.  After kissing a bearded man for the past year, this is a welcome change.  Her mouth is so delicate and soft, in comparison.  Her lips tight and thin; her tongue microscopic.  I use my lips mostly, alternating between sucking softly of her top and bottom lips.  The odd time I give her my tongue, and try to find hers, as small, and timid as it is.  I back her into the bedroom, and let my mouth wander down her neck, to her ears.  I remove my dress; she takes off her shirt.  We sit.  I touch her soft shoulders, and touch her breasts through her bra.  It's a soft, thin cup, which suits her small, perky breasts.  I pull one of the cups down, to kiss them.  I kiss the nipples, then french kiss them, then flick them with my tongue.  She lets out a warm sigh, and put her hands in my hair, and pulls me up to kiss her mouth again.  Her tongue shows itself, darting in and out of my mouth.  She unzip her fly, and kicks her jeans to the floor.  I lay her down on the bed, making out with her the whole time.  I get on top, grinding against her slightly, putting pressure on our pubic bones, and the mounds upon them.  She reaches around me to unclasp my bra, and down the same to her own.  We press our bare breasts together, feeling soft and liquid against each other.  
     Then comes the underwear.  Without them, we are free to feel each other's moisture.  I lay beside her, and feel her pussy.  My mouth goes from breast to breast, as I gather her wetness towards her clit, which is just as small as I would assume it to be, from the rest of her features.  I finger the little nub, back and forth, around and around, until I can't take it any more.  I get back on top, and kiss down her stomach, my ass in the air.  I feel so sensual with her, so sexy, here, with another woman.  I knead the small patch of fuzz above it.  I pull it back, revealing her clit, making it more pronounced for me to lick.  Every part of her is so subtle, so slight, that it only encourages my desire to find it, and make love to it.  I happily flick her clit with my tongue, ever so slightly suck on it, kiss it.  I enjoy watching her arch her back, touch her own breasts, close her eyes,  crane her head back into the pillow.  I reach up, and lightly pinch her nipples, while I do it.  Only when she practically grinds on my face for more, do I give it to her.  She is a blonde goddess, a nymph, a faerie.  And I love to see her fly.  She expels a groan, convulses, then falls flat, and still.  I am so pleased to have made her acquaintance.  I don't need anything more.                                   

Thursday, November 14, 2013

menage a trois.

     My boyfriend John and I, have been recently interested in a threesome with another lady.  John has always fantasized about this, and I've been with woman before, and enjoy it very much.  I haven't done it in a while, and am eager to do so with John watching.    

     We started by asking friends and acquaintances whom we thought might be interested, but unfortunately, those who did show interest, were in a monogamous relationship at the moment.  So, we put up a profile online for a few weeks, only to find that there are no single women looking to hook up with couples.  And, about a million couples looking for a third to play with.  We even tried coaxing women while out drinking, but to no avail.  It was looking pretty hopeless.  Then, I got an idea.

    I phoned John, saying I had a proposition for a Christmas present to each other.  I had looked online, and saw that a descent escort would cost about $250 an hour, and there were women who specialize in couples.  And then there's then cost of the hotel, which made this present slightly beyond my financial reach.  "Would you be interested in doing this together?" I proposed.  "It would be fun to pick someone together, as well."  I added.  He said that it was an interesting idea, and that he'd think about it.  An hour later, he called me, and said, "Let's do it."

     The next time we got together, we went online, and browsed pictures.  He likes blondes, I like petit women; he likes large breasts, I like edgy girls.  We both like them young, and relatively everyday looking (no long fake nails, tons of make-up, jewelry, or crazy hair).  We eventually found someone that appealed to us both, and fucked in celebration.  We booked her, and a hotel for the same date.  And, I tell you, that date couldn't come fast enough.

     Arriving at the hotel, we were both very nervous.  We glanced around the lobby to see if we notice anyone resembling, "Lisa".  John approaches the desk.  "We'll be having a guest join us," John tells the concierge, returning the second key.  Without batting an eye, he takes her name and replies. 
    "We'll send her up."  Whew!  We nervously smile at each other, and descend the stairs.  

     The room is small, with a large bed at its epicenter.  "Perfect," I smile.  "Are you nervous, baby?"  
    "Eager.  Excited," John replies, his eyes darting.  "Why don't we lie down for a minute?"  We do, and I lift my head, so that his arm slides underneath.  I snuggle into his side.  We synch our breathing, trying to slow it down.  But, before we know it, there's a knock at the door.  
    "Oh shit!"  I spurt, excitedly.  "Do you want to get it?" 
    "Uhh..."  Another knock, and I dart up.  
    "Oh shit!"  I open the door, to an attractive, small, blonde, looking both like and unlike her picture online.  I think she's better looking in person.  Curvier, warmer.  More real.  
    "I'm Lisa," she says, extending a hand.  I greet her, gesturing inside, and she follows.  John is standing, and takes her hand as well, and it strikes me as a little formal.  I shake my head, still not completely believing that the three of us are going to have sex.  

     "Well," Lisa starts, and we're glad for it.  "Let's get comfortable."  She takes off her jacket, revealing a lace negligee.  She looks positively sexy in her outfit and heels, and I feel a tingle between my legs.  John removes his shirt, and I unbutton my dress.  "Have a seat beside me.  You're both so attractive, I don't know where to start."  She winks.  "Why don't you kiss each other for a bit?  Relax a little.  Lie down for me."  
     John and I make out, and it feels comfortable; warm, nice.  Lisa gets behind me, taking my dress off my shoulders, and kissing them.  The feeling of two mouths on me, is already exquisite.  I kiss John feverishly, and I feel Lisa lift my dress off of my arms, and behind me.  She presses against me, feeling my breasts, through my bra.  
     "Mmm," I moan.  
     "Feel nice?"  She teases, whispering in my ear. "Why don't you feel what mine are like."  She turns me towards her, and my hand goes to her breasts.  I'm on my back, she's halfway down my stomach, and I stroke her hair, holding it behind her.  John drifts from my mouth, down to my nipples.  Beneath, I feel her tug at my underwear, and I lift my hips.  She kisses my thighs, down my legs, as she removes them.  Kisses my feet.  Massaging her palm into my pussy, she lifts her face up to John, and smiles.  She touches his chest, tickles the hair coming out of the waistline of his pants with her fingers.  She takes over on my breasts, while unbuttoning his pants.  He lets them fall to the floor, along with his boxers, and steps out of them.  John kneels on the bed, and Lisa takes my hand, and leads it towards his cock.  He is very hard, and it always excites me further.  I hold it in my hand, stroking, and fondling it.  Lisa positions herself between my legs, and kisses the inside of my thighs.  
      "When's the last time you had a woman go down on you?"  Her tongue darts towards my pussy, teasing me, making me wetter.  
      "Too long," I gasp.  My grip tightens on John's cock, and I enthusiastically jerk him.  Her tongue flicks my clit, as her fingers massage my opening.  
      "Do you like watching, John?"  She asks, in between pleasing me.  She continues, "How about she takes you in her mouth while I do this?"  He looks at me.  
      "Yeah, baby," I smile.  He leans forward, and I guide it towards me.  I lick all around the tip, up and down the shaft, and then plunge it into my mouth.  Moaning all the while, from Lisa licking my clit, I encourage him to thrust into me.  My eyes roll back in my head, it's so pleasurable, being taken at both ends.  He grabs my tits, and my back arches.   

     "Would you like to lick me next?"  She asks me.  
    "Oh, yeah," I breathe, not having gone down on a woman in a while.  
    "Why don't I sit on your face?  That way John and I can have some fun.  Is that alright with you?"  
     "Oh, yes.  I would love that," I respond.  She mounts me, hovering herself over my mouth, so I have room to please her properly.  I move my mouth over her silky pussy, feeling her moisture on my face, and in my mouth.  She tastes sweet and earthy, and I feel myself getting wetter and wetter.  I reach down, and rub myself.  Above me, John has taken her breasts into his mouth.  He flicks her nipples, and sucks them, while holding his cock in his own hand.  Just then, she changes her position slightly, bending forward, and takes his dick into her mouth.  She masterfully works her mouth over it, and John head cranes back in pleasure.  I feel her pussy pulsate, and release more moisture.  This may be work for her, but I have proof that she is enjoying herself.  I get out from under her, and look at her from behind.  Not a position I've ever seen a woman in.  
    "You can touch my ass," she removes his cock to say, "I love it."  I reach under her, and feel her pussy.  I massage her clit, while kissing her firm ass, grabbing her cheeks in my hands, and pulling them apart.  "Ohhh," she moans, her mouth full.  I graze her asshole with my fingers as I do so.  I catch John's eye, and we smile, share an "I can't believe this is happening" moment.  I bend forward, pull her ass cheeks apart, and lick her little asshole.  It's so pink, and perfect, that I just have to put my mouth on it.  I alternate between licking the outside, and pushing my tongue in and out.  

     "I want John to fuck you," I blurt out.  Lisa takes his cock out of her mouth, and turns to me.  
     "I would love to.  Any particular way?"  
    "I want you to ride him, until he gets off."  She smiles. 
    "Is that alright with you, John?"  
    "Uh, yeah," he stutters.  
    "Why do I even have to ask?" She teases, and winks at me.  John, with his enormous, wanting cock, gets on his back.  Lisa mounts him, but only rubs herself against him for a while, perhaps to get me used to the idea.  I kiss her breasts, while she does it.  Her neck, her shoulders.  I reach down, and rub her clit.  She is fantastically wet.  I grab his cock, and lead it towards her.  She sits on it, bouncing shallowly, so that I may keep my hand in place, gripping the base of his cock.  Soon, I let go, using both my hands to touch her glorious tits, as they move around.  I grip them harder, controlling her, leading her up and down, on John's cock.  
    "Like that," I say.  
    "Yeah?" She moans, "You show me."  I straddle John's face, sitting quite forward, so that he has to lick my asshole.  
    "Ohh,"  I moan, grabbing her breasts, moving her little body up and down in front of me.  "Fuck him.  Fuck him," I command.  "Fuck him, fuck him, fuck him."  And suddenly, John lets forth a muffled cry.  I dismount, finally seeing his satisfied face.  "Nice, baby?"  He smiles.  
     "Oh, yeah."  Lisa follows suit, lifting herself off of him.  

     She turns her attention to me, winking.  "We've still got ten minutes."