Several of you have asked me more about myself. So, for a break in my usual writing, here are some things I'll share:
- I am a girl. I really, really am. Unless I like you though, no, I will not prove it.
- I can write in mirror writing.
- I play guitar left-handed. And not well. I also play piano, and when I was in school, I played cornet.
- I have the patience of a toddler. Often, the attention span of one as well.
- I am currently reading What Is The What by Dave Eggars and American Eve by Paula Uruburu. The Eggars book is really good, although difficult to read because it's about a Lost Boy from Sudan. American Eve is interesting only in its subject matter and not its writing style.
- I really prefer to drive rather than be the passenger. Take that as you wish.
- If I could, I'd listen to music all the time, no matter what I'm doing.
- I love love love reality shows, especially the ones on VH-1. Judge if you must, but they're really funny. I have a whole new appreciation for Bret Michaels. He's more clever than people give him credit for.
- No matter how long it's been, or how long it will be, I still get excited when I see a VM from Him, His number on my caller ID, or when I first glimpse Him.
- I used to be a natural redhead. Now I have to pay for it, and it's worth every penny. I think red hair is the sexiest color on a woman.
If you've got questions, ask away. No guarantee that I'll answer, but I'll entertain the request.
12.1.09
11.1.09
To explore Him
I've had a few hours to think about how to adore Him in the way He does me.
I envision Him laying back, naked, across His couch. He's such a beautiful man. I know He doesn't always believe me when I tell Him so. His dark hair, His dark eyes, His gorgeous physique, tight thighs, strong arms, His torso, God, His entire body. I love it when He tells me that He's as much mine as I am His. I know that's not entirely true, if only because I don't want it to be. I want to be His complete possession.
Tonight, I want to approach Him from His legs. I want to run my tongue up the inside of His leg. I'll start at His ankle, with kisses and sucking, and sometimes looking at His face. As I get above His knee, I look up more often. I want to be sure that He enjoys this as much as I love getting closer to Him. Up, slowly, but not too slowly, running my tongue over Him, up and down. Teasing Him, tasting Him, oh, my God, tasting His skin in my mouth.
Finally, I reach His inner thigh. Now, as I move toward His left side, I smile as I get closer. I hope that He will twitch with anticipation as I kiss around, near, over His balls. I take that closer one into my mouth. I suck it into, deeply into, my mouth, as I pull it down and away from Him. I know He loves this, He loves the pain mixed into His pleasure. I run my fingernails, lightly, over His shaft and the neglected other one.
I open my mouth more, to run my tongue between His balls as I pull the other into my mouth. Mmmmm...I've got both of His balls into my mouth as I clasp His cock into my hand. Running my hand up and down His stiffening cock, I suck His balls even more into my mouth. I love using my tongue to separate them and pull them back together in my mouth.
I want Him to buck, to use His hands to move me from His gorgeous balls and onto His now hard cock. Yet, the sensation of His balls in my mouth makes me feel so perfect. I know I am His.
Finally, I hope He allows me to take His cock into my mouth. I will use my hands to massage, pull, play with His wet balls - wet from my mouth all over them.
I want Him to fuck my mouth deeply, so deeply, until I have tears in my eyes and a desire to take Him in even further. More, please, I murmur as His cock completely fills my mouth, my red lips, all of my desire. I look up at Him, to see Him throw His head back as He pushes my mouth harder over His cock.
You'll make me come, He tells me. Please, please come in me, I ask Him. I'm crying now, taking every stroke of His cock in my throat, as I continue to try to take more.
Oh, and when He comes, and calls my name, and coats my throat, my tongue, my mouth, with His come, I tell Him, I love you. I am yours.
I envision Him laying back, naked, across His couch. He's such a beautiful man. I know He doesn't always believe me when I tell Him so. His dark hair, His dark eyes, His gorgeous physique, tight thighs, strong arms, His torso, God, His entire body. I love it when He tells me that He's as much mine as I am His. I know that's not entirely true, if only because I don't want it to be. I want to be His complete possession.
Tonight, I want to approach Him from His legs. I want to run my tongue up the inside of His leg. I'll start at His ankle, with kisses and sucking, and sometimes looking at His face. As I get above His knee, I look up more often. I want to be sure that He enjoys this as much as I love getting closer to Him. Up, slowly, but not too slowly, running my tongue over Him, up and down. Teasing Him, tasting Him, oh, my God, tasting His skin in my mouth.
Finally, I reach His inner thigh. Now, as I move toward His left side, I smile as I get closer. I hope that He will twitch with anticipation as I kiss around, near, over His balls. I take that closer one into my mouth. I suck it into, deeply into, my mouth, as I pull it down and away from Him. I know He loves this, He loves the pain mixed into His pleasure. I run my fingernails, lightly, over His shaft and the neglected other one.
I open my mouth more, to run my tongue between His balls as I pull the other into my mouth. Mmmmm...I've got both of His balls into my mouth as I clasp His cock into my hand. Running my hand up and down His stiffening cock, I suck His balls even more into my mouth. I love using my tongue to separate them and pull them back together in my mouth.
I want Him to buck, to use His hands to move me from His gorgeous balls and onto His now hard cock. Yet, the sensation of His balls in my mouth makes me feel so perfect. I know I am His.
Finally, I hope He allows me to take His cock into my mouth. I will use my hands to massage, pull, play with His wet balls - wet from my mouth all over them.
I want Him to fuck my mouth deeply, so deeply, until I have tears in my eyes and a desire to take Him in even further. More, please, I murmur as His cock completely fills my mouth, my red lips, all of my desire. I look up at Him, to see Him throw His head back as He pushes my mouth harder over His cock.
You'll make me come, He tells me. Please, please come in me, I ask Him. I'm crying now, taking every stroke of His cock in my throat, as I continue to try to take more.
Oh, and when He comes, and calls my name, and coats my throat, my tongue, my mouth, with His come, I tell Him, I love you. I am yours.
4.1.09
Playdate
I entered His place, wearing a jacket over an outfit that He refers to as, "Hypernaked." To Him, this means clothing you wear that makes you appear even less clothed, and also more available. Something like this:
When He took more than two steps into His home, I appeared, so I could suck His cock. Oh, so deeply into my mouth. I love when He deep-throats me. But last night, that wasn't the way He wanted me.
He pulled me away and tied me down. My wrists with restraints, my legs with His ropes. Spread-eagled, open, ready for anything. I did writhe against the restraints; I want Him in me again. Wherever He wanted me.
Instead, His mouth went to my clit. Licking, sucking, oh, God, fucking my clit, and laughing at me as I fought against the restraints to get to Him, and to try to protect myself from that kind of orgasm. He licked me over and over and over again until I came on Him. I came on His mouth. Once I've come, I giggle.
He looked at me again, and saw my face. I guess my expression wasn't enough to make Him stop. He went at me again, His mouth, His tongue, over my clit, again, again, and Oh, God, again. His hands now ran over my thighs, and up my body. One hand reached my nipple as I felt Him still on my clit. My chest bucked up, God, I wanted every bit of Him in me and on me. More and more He teased my nipple while sucking on my clit. I couldn't wait more; I came on Him again. Two orgasms happening that quickly brought tears to my eyes.
He didn't release me; He only asked if there was anything I needed. God, baby, God, I need your cock in me, now, please...I begged him. He put His mouth back down to my clit. Oh, not again, I don't think I can come again...He moved His mouth down to my cunt and began running his tongue up and down the opening of my cunt. I could finally relax and begin to enjoy His mouth on me. I would have pulled His head into my cunt had I been able to move my arms. Oh, oh, you should know how amazing it felt to have His tongue in me, exploring me, feeling me tighten against His tongue. I could move some; I began trying to fuck His mouth.
He pulled away from me, so I couldn't take Him in more.
(There's so much more...I cannot wait to tell you the rest...)
When He took more than two steps into His home, I appeared, so I could suck His cock. Oh, so deeply into my mouth. I love when He deep-throats me. But last night, that wasn't the way He wanted me.
He pulled me away and tied me down. My wrists with restraints, my legs with His ropes. Spread-eagled, open, ready for anything. I did writhe against the restraints; I want Him in me again. Wherever He wanted me.
Instead, His mouth went to my clit. Licking, sucking, oh, God, fucking my clit, and laughing at me as I fought against the restraints to get to Him, and to try to protect myself from that kind of orgasm. He licked me over and over and over again until I came on Him. I came on His mouth. Once I've come, I giggle.
He looked at me again, and saw my face. I guess my expression wasn't enough to make Him stop. He went at me again, His mouth, His tongue, over my clit, again, again, and Oh, God, again. His hands now ran over my thighs, and up my body. One hand reached my nipple as I felt Him still on my clit. My chest bucked up, God, I wanted every bit of Him in me and on me. More and more He teased my nipple while sucking on my clit. I couldn't wait more; I came on Him again. Two orgasms happening that quickly brought tears to my eyes.
He didn't release me; He only asked if there was anything I needed. God, baby, God, I need your cock in me, now, please...I begged him. He put His mouth back down to my clit. Oh, not again, I don't think I can come again...He moved His mouth down to my cunt and began running his tongue up and down the opening of my cunt. I could finally relax and begin to enjoy His mouth on me. I would have pulled His head into my cunt had I been able to move my arms. Oh, oh, you should know how amazing it felt to have His tongue in me, exploring me, feeling me tighten against His tongue. I could move some; I began trying to fuck His mouth.
He pulled away from me, so I couldn't take Him in more.
(There's so much more...I cannot wait to tell you the rest...)
2.1.09
Garden Tub
Another favorite from my past.
This man didn't believe in receiving blow jobs, but he certainly believed in blowing me, well, and well, and often.
One evening, we had the whole place to ourselves. I cooked dinner, we ate and talked and touched and kissed throughout the meal. Once we were done eating, and the kitchen was clean, I suggested that we go upstairs. I'd bathed in the jacuzzi tub before, but never with another.
We dropped off our clothes as we went up the stairs. Mouths entwined, hands touching, skin on skin, as we got closer to the tub. Barely able to turn away from him, I turned on the water and the timer.
The tub got so hot, we had to slowly sink ourselves into it. Distractions from the pain of the heat included fingernails on backs and thighs, tongues on nipples, and watching each other try to sink in first.
He rested behind me, pulling my ass against his hard cock as he teased my nipples and kissed the back of my neck, the side of my neck, and as I turned to him, my mouth.
We kissed, and kissed, and kissed, until the only thing I wanted was him in me. Now. Now. He turned me, so I was under him and he was over me. The tub was so hot...so hot...there was steam rising, curling his hair, as he entered me.
He never was one to come quickly. He pushed himself into me, over and over again, and oh, he's big, he hit me so deep. His cock in me, his sweat running down his face, onto my face, as I sweat as just as hard, was the perfection of the evening.
He got just to where he needed. Three good, violent thrusts into me, the kind where I could feel him against my cervix, made me come one last time. This time, he came in me, in the water, in my arms.
He almost fainted. I held him for hours while in the tub.
This man didn't believe in receiving blow jobs, but he certainly believed in blowing me, well, and well, and often.
One evening, we had the whole place to ourselves. I cooked dinner, we ate and talked and touched and kissed throughout the meal. Once we were done eating, and the kitchen was clean, I suggested that we go upstairs. I'd bathed in the jacuzzi tub before, but never with another.
We dropped off our clothes as we went up the stairs. Mouths entwined, hands touching, skin on skin, as we got closer to the tub. Barely able to turn away from him, I turned on the water and the timer.
The tub got so hot, we had to slowly sink ourselves into it. Distractions from the pain of the heat included fingernails on backs and thighs, tongues on nipples, and watching each other try to sink in first.
He rested behind me, pulling my ass against his hard cock as he teased my nipples and kissed the back of my neck, the side of my neck, and as I turned to him, my mouth.
We kissed, and kissed, and kissed, until the only thing I wanted was him in me. Now. Now. He turned me, so I was under him and he was over me. The tub was so hot...so hot...there was steam rising, curling his hair, as he entered me.
He never was one to come quickly. He pushed himself into me, over and over again, and oh, he's big, he hit me so deep. His cock in me, his sweat running down his face, onto my face, as I sweat as just as hard, was the perfection of the evening.
He got just to where he needed. Three good, violent thrusts into me, the kind where I could feel him against my cervix, made me come one last time. This time, he came in me, in the water, in my arms.
He almost fainted. I held him for hours while in the tub.
Vignette
The light.
I'm tied down, quartered, in a dark room. I hear someone enter, carrying a lantern. The light is turned low so as to obfuscate the visitor. I feel fear, but more excitement as the footsteps approach. The gait and vague outline tells me it's a man. The lantern is attached to a hook hanging over me. Its purpose is solely to light my cunt for all to see.
This guy watches, toys, plays with me. Running fingers on the sides, inside and out, of my clit, teasing it out and in the open.
More people. More fingers, more mouths, all in a vainglorious attempt to show their pure worship of my cunt. Those who make me come are rewarded. Those who cannot are shamed by the man who set up this situation in the first place.
I'm tied down, quartered, in a dark room. I hear someone enter, carrying a lantern. The light is turned low so as to obfuscate the visitor. I feel fear, but more excitement as the footsteps approach. The gait and vague outline tells me it's a man. The lantern is attached to a hook hanging over me. Its purpose is solely to light my cunt for all to see.
This guy watches, toys, plays with me. Running fingers on the sides, inside and out, of my clit, teasing it out and in the open.
More people. More fingers, more mouths, all in a vainglorious attempt to show their pure worship of my cunt. Those who make me come are rewarded. Those who cannot are shamed by the man who set up this situation in the first place.
29.12.08
A chat
Me: They were talking about my red hair. The term 'bruja' was employed
The Other: what is the Spanish translation of "I wonder if the carpet matches the drapes?" TEASING!
Me: It's the rough equivalent to, I've got hardwoods, baby
The Other: ah, keeping the surfaces waxed and shiny?
Me: Maintenance happened this morning.
The Other: and I missed it? that's what being punctual at work gets me...
Me: You were already dreaming of lunch, my friend
The Other: and now I am hungry again, as it were...
Me: Good to know...I like my men hungry...
The Other: you are someone well acquainted with my particular appetite, m'dear...
Me: I've been introduced, had appetizers, this is true. I can only imagine the entire meal
The Other: wanna do lunch sometime? :):)
The Other: what is the Spanish translation of "I wonder if the carpet matches the drapes?" TEASING!
Me: It's the rough equivalent to, I've got hardwoods, baby
The Other: ah, keeping the surfaces waxed and shiny?
Me: Maintenance happened this morning.
The Other: and I missed it? that's what being punctual at work gets me...
Me: You were already dreaming of lunch, my friend
The Other: and now I am hungry again, as it were...
Me: Good to know...I like my men hungry...
The Other: you are someone well acquainted with my particular appetite, m'dear...
Me: I've been introduced, had appetizers, this is true. I can only imagine the entire meal
The Other: wanna do lunch sometime? :):)
25.12.08
Haven't written
I've got drafts upon drafts, but I can't seem to come up with a story idea that goes from beginning to end. Still, I love to write, so I've come up with a compromise. For the time being, I'm going to write short stories, or post tidbits of conversations.
Maybe these little bits will inspire me to get a new post going.
The new boy I've been referencing has told me that I can use his name. This is an interesting development, as he has a rather unusual name. Those of you who follow me on Twitter will recognize him and will also recognize how frustrated I get with him.
I find it fascinating that he wants to be talked about.
Maybe these little bits will inspire me to get a new post going.
The new boy I've been referencing has told me that I can use his name. This is an interesting development, as he has a rather unusual name. Those of you who follow me on Twitter will recognize him and will also recognize how frustrated I get with him.
I find it fascinating that he wants to be talked about.
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