Tuesday, February 07, 2006

Stranger in a strange city

I went out of town this weekend, and within 24 hours of being in a new city, I was approached by a man. I told him I was a tourist, and he offered to take me to dinner and a movie and anywhere else I wanted to go.

I went back to the hotel to change clothes and met him out for dinner. We had time to kill before the movie started, so he suggested hanging out at his place. I hesitated but agreed. He was a second-year medical student, so I figured he couldn't be that dangerous...

He offered me a seat and turned on the TV. He sat beside me and put his arms around me. Wow... he moves quick...

His personality had turned me off from sexual intercourse, but I considered kissing to see what feelings that brought about.

I turned to face him, and we kissed. Nice... He held my face while kissing my lips. His hands slowly moved down to my crotch, and he rubbed me. I moved to straddle him. He smiled.

He held onto my ass as I moved against him. I could tell my pussy was finally getting wet. I knew I'd never see him again, and I needed some action.

I rolled over to lie on my back. He positioned himself on top of me. I reached to feel the bulge in his pants, and he undid his pants for me. I pulled out his hard cock. It was huge. I was afraid to have it inside me - either in my mouth or in my pussy. I stroked it.

He reached up inside my shirt to feel my breasts. He teased my nipples which had become hard. I stroked him a few strokes more, and I knew he was gonna cum soon. I let him shoot his load all over my bare stomach. I had no interest in cumming and was ready to go back to the hotel alone.

He invited me to spend the night, but I declined with a quick excuse.

Tuesday, January 31, 2006

Make up sex with foreign objects

We had a fight again last night. You'd think I'd be tired of all the drama by now... but it really keeps thing exciting, I suppose.

"You know," he began over the phone. "I've been really horny today."

"And?" I asked.

"But this arguing has made me want one thing," he said.

"What's that?"

"Rough, loud, dirty sex."

I paused. "Sooo?"

Silence. I couldn't tell if he wanted to hook up or if he was simply saying his thoughts aloud.

"That's just what I'm thinking right now," he said. "I'm gonna take a shower and then see how I feel. I'll call you when I get out."

We got off the phone, and I decided to take a shower, too. My pussy had gotten wet from our conversation.

A few minutes later I heard the phone ring, but the water felt too warm for me to step out just yet.

When I got out I sent him a text message, "Did you just call me?"

He wrote back, "I'm leaving in 10 min. Are you ready?"

I wrote, "Yes."

I lit some candles and turned on the music, and within a few minutes, the doorbell rang. He looked hot in his jeans and white t-shirt, and he carried a bag. I anxiously wondered what he brought with him.

He kissed me, and we walked upstairs to my bedroom. I quickly closed the door behind us and asked what he had in the bag.

"You'll see," he said.

I climbed onto the bed on my knees, and he stood facing me. I kissed his neck and lifted his shirt over his head. I stroked his firm bare chest, and he moaned.

I lowered myself to place my lips over his firm cock and sucked. He put a hand on my chest and rubbed my nipples through my sweater until they hardened. His other hand ran through my hair. He grabbed a handful and held firmly onto it as I sucked.

He reached down and grabbed the bottom of my shirt to pull it over my head. He held my breasts again, this time pulling them slightly out of my bra to expose my rock-hard nipples. He tugged on my rings gently.

"Suck my cock again, baby," he ordered.

I quickly obeyed. He held onto the back of my head as he fucked my mouth.

"Turn around and stand up," he told me. I did.

He held my ass cheeks in his hands. He loved my ass. He slowly began sliding my pants off my waist and down my legs. I bent over to give him a better view. When my pants were off I knelt on my hands and knees with my ass facing his chest.

His hands immediately came to my waist and pulled me back against him.

"I wanna fuck you for a minute," he said.

My pussy dripped wet so his dick slid right inside me. I moaned as he plunged in deeply. He thrust a few times before pulling out. He grabbed me and flipped me over onto my back. My legs were in the air, and he turned around to reach the bag.

He pulled out a dildo and stuck it inside me. Then, surprisingly, he put his dick inside me, too. I moaned louder this time unsure that both could fit in my tight pussy. But I was wet and horny enough that my pussy expanded to take it all.

He held onto the toy and plunged deep inside me.

"Does that feel good?" he asked.

"Oh yeah," I moaned. "Does it feel good for you, too?"

"Mmmm," he moaned. "Yes."

I began rubbing my clit furiously to make myself cum quicker. He smiled, and I knew he was close to cumming, too. He fucked me harder and faster now. He pulled the toy out and then his dick. He put one foot up on the bed to raise himself. He held his dick over me and exploded all over my face. A few drops of himself even landed in my mouth. I swallowed those and said, "Yummy."

Sunday, January 29, 2006

The Hot Young Neighbor

Even when we were younger - I was in high school, and he was in middle school - I knew Matt would grow into a fine-looking man. He was already cute, and his older brother was gorgeous (but I had already been there, done that).

However, because of our age difference, I never seriously considered hooking up. Until we got a little older. I went away to college but returned home for spring, summer, and winter breaks. One summer night, I had a few friends over to my dad's house.

I hadn't seen Matt in years, probably, and hadn't even thought about him in just as long. But this night my friends were at my house, I saw his car pull into his driveway. Thankfully, my friend Anne knew his older brother. When she saw a car at their house, she thought it might be him and wanted to say hello.

Drunk, she grabbed my arm, and we walked outside.

"Hey!" she yelled to the body getting out of the vehicle.

Matt turned around, and Anne realized it wasn't who she hoped it was.

"Yeah?" he said.

"Is your brother home?" Anne yelled as we approached him.

"Nope," he looked confused; he had no idea who she was, but he turned to smile at me. "What's up?"

"Oh, not much," I explained. "A few of my friends came over to drink."

He laughed.

"So if you wanna stop by, that'd be cool," I offered. "We've got plenty to drink."

"Okay. I just might do that," he said. "Let me run inside, and then I'll be over."

Anne and I walked back to my house and into the kitchen. I needed to drink more. I opened a can of soda and poured into an empty cup. I added a shot of vodka, and my boyfriend Jimmy put his arms around me.

"Where'd you guys go?" he asked.

"Oh, Anne wanted to talk to Jake, but he wasn't home," I explained.

Jimmy kissed me and went back outside. Anne and I hung out in the kitchen drinking. Within a few minutes, Matt walked in. He looked good in the light; it had been dark outside, so I didn't really notice him.

"What's up?" he said.

"What are you drinking?" I asked.

"Ah, nothing yet," he said.

Anne went out to the backyard. A few people came inside, and we talked for awhile. The alcohol ran through my system, and I soon felt tipsy. Jimmy walked in and kissed me again before opening another beer and returning to the backyard.

"Do you wanna go out front and smoke?" I asked Matt.

"Yeah, sure."

We went out the front door to the driveway. I sat on the concrete at the end of the driveway, and he sat beside me. I lit my Black and Mild and inhaled (yes, inhaled). I passed it to him.

"You smoke these?" he asked.

"Yeah, I hate cigarettes."

"Cool," he said. "So what have you been up to?"

"Same old - school and work," I said. I was drunk.

We talked for a few minutes, and I wanted to kiss him badly.

"Let's go for a walk," he suggested. I agreed, and we stood up. I held onto him because I struggled walking on my own.

We walked down the street and turned at the next block - barely speaking a word to each other the entire way. We came to an island in the road with a bench and some trees. We sat down there. He lit his pipe. I clung to him. For some reason, it turned me on incredibly to watch him smoke.

We spoke only a few words while he smoked. He set his pipe down and looked at me. I leaned in and kissed him. He kissed me back. He put his arms around me and stuck his tongue deep into my mouth. He tasted like smoke, and I know I tasted like alcohol.

We groped each other, kissing furiously.

"We should probably get back to my house," I said. I didn't want to stop kissing him, but I knew everyone was wondering where we were.

"Yeah, you're right."

We stood up and began walking. This time we held hands and talked. We approached my house, and he said he should probably go home now because his girlfriend was waiting for him.

"Okay," I said. "Maybe I'll see you later?"

I went into my house to drink more with my friends. Jimmy didn't even notice I had left. About an hour later, I noticed Matt's girlfriend's car leaving. I went back outside and sat on the bench on my front step. I hoped Matt didn't notice me coming outside - I wanted him to think I had been sitting outside for awhile.

A few minutes later he noticed me and yelled, "Hey there, neighbor."

"What's up?" I joked back.

"Come here," he said.

I got up and walked over to his house. I walked around in his garage looking around for a few minutes until he came up and put his arms around me. We kissed again as if our lips had never parted from the first time.

Part of me thought I should stop - we had grown up together. He was four years younger than I was. Part of me wanted him so badly; he was gorgeous.

He unbuttoned my shorts before I could think about what we were doing any longer. I unbuttoned his shorts and pulled out his dick. He was so hard. I lifted my leg up onto his truck, and he put his dick inside me. I moaned loudly.

We kissed deeper and deeper as he thrust harder.

"I can't believe what you're doing to me. I can't believe my dick's already hard again," he said. "I just tried to fuck Megan half an hour ago and it took me 20 minutes to cum. And now..."

He didn't finish his sentence. He moaned, and I knew he was already about to have another orgasm. He pulled out, and I knelt down to put his dick in my mouth. He exploded, and I swallowed it all.

I stood up and pulled my shorts up. He smiled and pulled his shorts up, too.

"That was nice," he said. I agreed. He kissed me.

"I better get back home," I said, turning to walk away.

"Yeah," he said. He grabbed me and pulled me to him again for one last kiss before I went back to my own house.

Tuesday, November 15, 2005

Dinner plates?

Nipples are such an interesting body part.

A guy once told me his girlfriend had ugly nipples because they were "triangle-shaped". Hmm...

I think the ugliest nipples are the ones with large areolas, i.e. dinner plates. Ugh. On the other hand, really small nipples are equally ugly.

Check out this nipple link here

Friday, September 16, 2005

In the rain...

I have this fantasy where it's raining. A man and I are returning home in a car. He stops the car in his driveway, and we get out. We've been arguing during the entire ride, and now that we're back at his house, I say I'm going home because I don't want to fight, and I hate him.

"Fine," he yells, slamming the driver's door.

"I hope you enjoy spending the night alone," I yell like a child as I walk to my car.

Just as I stick my key in to unlock the door, he grabs my arm. I twist around to face him, but he kisses me so quickly I don't know what's happening. I drop my keys onto the driveway as his tongue plunges deep in to my mouth.

"I'm sorry," I manage to gasp. "I'm sorry for fighting."

"I'm sorry, too, baby," he speaks during kisses.

Our kisses become more passionate as the rain pours down over us. For a moment I consider suggesting we go inside, but the rain seems to add more passion than the living room couch or his bed could. Even candles and soft music seemed un-romantic right now.

My dress is clinging to me now, and it's clear I'm not wearing a bra. My nipples stand erect underneath the fabric, wanting to escape.

Paul leans down to flick them with his tongue as he takes a breast into each hand. I toss my head back in pleasure and feel the rain directly onto my face now. I close my eyes and open my mouth.

Paul grabs my face and kisses me again. My hands find their way to his belt and quickly unfasten it and his pants. I reach in to grab his cock.

"Baby, you're so hard right now," I am impressed.

"You do this to me," he says.

I hold his throbbing cock in my hand before stroking. I desparately want him inside me. He reaches down to grab the hem of my dress and lifts it up slightly. He pulls my panties down my legs, and I step out of them, leaving them on the wet driveway.

He finds my inner thighs and touches my pussy, dripping wet. He smiles through the kisses, realizing what he does to me. His fingertips flick my clit and rub my lips. I lift my dress up to my waist and pull him to me. He lifts me up a little as I'm leaning against my car, and I pull his dick inside me.

"Baby," I moan.

He holds onto my ass to hold me up against the car as he fucks. Slowly, but deeply, never pulling out very far. My arms wrap around his neck as we kiss, our tongues exploring each other's mouths.

My pussy is warm for his dick, thrusting deeper inside me. My fingers run through his hair and grab the ends as I explode. He bites my lip gently as he cums inside me. His hold on me relaxes and my feet touch the ground, and I want to collapse from the pleasure.

Thursday, August 04, 2005

Pull my hair

When we're fucking doggystyle, there's nothing better than when you hold onto my waist for a few seconds with both hands.

But then you have to let go of one hand to grab my hair and pull, but not too hard. There are times I wish I had short hair. I want to cut my hair, but then I realize that would leave little or nothing for you to grab on to.

Sometimes it's nice when you run your fingers through my hair and then twist it around your hand and pull. There are so many other parts of me you could grab, but the hair is the most erotic (besides the waist - but you don't pull that).

And then when you lie down on your back, and I climb on top you, I hold myself above you. You don't allow my hair to be pulled back into a ponytail. You want it dangling on top of you. I bet it tickles you gently enough.

As I ride you with my hair falling onto you, I love it when you grab it and pull my face to yours so you can kiss me. There's nothing better than the gentle tugs of my hair. I have to keep it long for you.

I pity girls with short hair - there's not as much to hang on to.

Saturday, July 23, 2005

Rubber Vagina

I have another toy I like... although I personally haven't found much pleasurable use for it.

This pink rubber pussy is fun and cute, but because I don't have a penis to stick into it, it doesn't really do anything for me other than entertain. I can finger it, but I won't lick it - it doesn't taste that good. Plus, I don't get any pleasure from licking rubber. And no one else would get pleasure from it because it's not real.

I dunno... maybe someone would be aroused watching me lick a rubber vagina??? Let me know, and we'll see what we can arrange.

Honestly, it's one of the most interesting things I've seen, and I definitely understand why men are attracted to it. It's got the lips, but it doesn't speak :)