Whispered in the dark...

"You should have been a fucking porn star!" he said, all out of breath with sweat dripping off him. 

Sweet words from someone who doesn't know half of what I'm capable of.  Life is good.

Different Standards

I got off on it. Knowing he wanted what he couldn't have. He had it once and it wasn't enough. Oddly enough that happens more often than you might think.


Lots of guys are out for a fun night, but never do you expect to see them again. That wasn't the case for me. Once wasn't enough. Proximity didn't seem to matter either. There were fellas that would take a four hour bus ride, or that would drive 3 hours. There were fellas that had split with me, swearing we were through, coming back later, sometimes years later, for just one more romp please. Husbands that would sneak away from their wives, hide from their families and show up on my doorstep saying this is the last time, just once more… but it was never the last time. There always was another.

I wasn't good at saying no, I loved having sex. I didn't care really about the life he had that might end up in shambles because of the evening, I really didn't much care about the consequences. I wanted to get laid and did repeatedly. More than once I've been called a nympho, and there some truth to that; often I was asked where the off switch was. I never understood women who were too tired or men that got away with a " five minute quickie". A quickie for me was 15-20 minutes of hard riding, full blown naked sweating sex. From what I hear that is no quickie for most folks, just for me.

That’s what he begged for that night… just a quick fling and get it out of his system., for old times sake. He'd been telling me that for years… at least 20 of them. He was astonished I said no thanks this time. I don't think he'd ever heard me say it before. I played coy and wouldn't tell him why just in case I changed my mind. After all, odds were he'd ask again. It hadn't really been all that long since the last time - maybe a year? It served a couple of purposes then that I won't go into know; suffice it to say it wasn't every thing I thought it could be.


He was hung and then some, one big cock. However that last time just reminded me of just what he didn't know. In 20 years you'd think he'd have learned a few things, but nope. So instead of telling him I didn't want the disappointment, I just left him hanging. Maybe some other day I'd feel like trying to teach him a thing or two. Not that night.


The real problem was this one fella a few years younger than me. We'd known each other for a few years and then sort of accidently took advantage of each other one weekend. This led to other things, other times. Suddenly I was in over my head, he was showing me just what piss poor lovers I'd had in the past. Although our "thing" was at a current standstill, it was difficult not to rate other occasions with other folks on the "new normal" I had become used to.  Instead I'd rather turn them away than go for something subpar. I got off on it too, knowing whoever it was thought he was going to get back in my pants when I knew he was just another bumbler that would get me wound up and then leave me not quite satisfied.

After all, I have toys that are better than that.

Quick update

Got a New Toy - Hitachi.
Not as good as Boytoy's tongue, but an acceptable substitute when he's not here.

Forgetfulness

I became aware of the heat. I can hear the fan, what is supposed to be a steady cool temperature of air flowing, muted cars passing by. Heat just flowing next to my body. and as I begin to turn, to find its source I hear him murmur that everything’s fine, don’t worry, just relax & sleep. In a flash it comes back to me I’m not home, Not in any of the usual places I might be visiting. I’m in a strange city in a foreign hotel sleeping all curled up with a husband that isn’t mine.

I’m on what one would describe as a long strange trip, the final destination unknown and the beginning of the path quite blurry. I’ve fallen into an alternate reality for a few short days and can’t seem to remember much. Yesterday I forgot my life previous to this week. Couldn’t recall what I should have been doing with my day. Like it didn’t exist. And then making plans of sorts, I forgot he’s not my husband. It seems reality disappeared there for a moment. I forgot that when we leave this dimension it all melts away like an old movie with the words “the end” popping up on the screen.

I forgot I’ve slept with clothes on for the last two years, to hide from the fact that the person sharing my house doesn’t care to look at me, to touch me, to hold me. Tonight all I’m wearing is a sheet (and barely at that) with a furnace of a man tucked up against me just as naked. Even in his sleep he’s trying to comfort me, protect me. I’d forgotten what that was like. He was asked if his wife was enjoying herself and we both forgot that’s not me. It wasn’t until folks asked us how we knew each other that we recalled we lived separate lives in different places.

Its not the trip we intended to take, at least not in the beginning. Somewhere in the transition between reality and this strange dimension we stumbled, and holding each other up found we’d fallen down the rabbit hole. What should have been awkward, tense and troubling, flowed like he had lived beside me for a lifetime. Fears and concerns faded like reality and comfort turned to passion. And the passion held just as the concern and caring did underneath. I’m not sure where we are, nor where we’re going. The trip however is fantastic, and I have no intention of getting off the ride. I’ve forgotten which station to stop at, and my interest in recalling reality has faded fast.

I should write a letter

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. It was a fling, something fast and furious and over. He talked about making me come. About making me wet. About making me scream, about coming too hard, for too long, to want more. I teased him with a few thoughts. Went naked under my denims for him. Wore sweet nothings for him to feast his eyes on. Had him panting like hell. He made me think about it all the time. (Well okay, I thought about it most the time anyway.) Everything I said could have been turned one way or another. The panting phone calls and the risqué emails flew back and forth. Minutes burned on the cell phone just teasing. And then it suddenly happened. Not really pre-planned. Oh it’d been discussed ad nauseum. But never planned. One thing led to another and then he thrust himself into my mouth, into my slit. Hot and wet and slick. It was a fabulous furious fuck. Paid for it spades later with aches and pains, but worth it. Years of building up and then falling down the rabbit hole all at once. Wow. That was something. One of those moments when you believe all those stories in Penthouse & Playboy are true, because it belongs there.

It does make me smile...

Yes it appeals to me immensely. Knowing the Borrowed Boy is going home to his wife, freshly fucked. Not just a quick quiet roll in the hay snuck in between other activities, but he’s been rolling around fucking me for hours. Passionate kisses leading to much more, his hands massaging my body and his mouth devouring me. My clit swollen in his mouth, my juices dripping down his chin and his skin covered with my sweat. Not just a little sex, but some missionary, some cowgirl, some reverse cowgirl, some doggie style, and then a few more turns here and there. Not moments, but hours of marathon bouts of fucking and sucking, licking and stroking, til we are both screaming and exhausted, glowing from the endorphins flowing between us. Much I dislike his leaving, it does indeed appeal to me knowing he’s gone home to the wife after being completely and thoroughly fucked. After all what’s the sense in borrowing him if I’m not planning on using him completely?

Just a little issue we had...

The problem wasn’t me fucking someone else. The problem was he didn’t get to control it, didn’t get to watch it, didn’t get to plan it, didn’t even know about it til that night.

He’d talked about sharing me… about knowing my pussy was wrapped around another cock... about how I would look with somebody else’s dick down my throat with him in my pussy, about having both of them at once. About how I just liked fucking, I needed cock and it didn’t matter whose. Oh the whole idea of the fucking was fine with him.

But when he realized in a blinding moment that while he was lying on my bed I was actually someplace foreign with a person he hadn’t met… and it was likely their cock was in me at the time… it was his undoing.

Afterwards all he wanted was to wring my neck… and fuck my brains out. To show me exactly who owned my pussy and who got to take me and how. To show me how much i didn’t need any other cock, to prove I couldn’t get it any better than he… and to pound my pussy into submission.

Quite frankly, that is just fine with me.

Good night - and Good Morning.

Falling asleep freshly fucked, still coming down from the endorphine high, leads to the best sleep there is. Morning comes way too early, but definitely is well worth it with his mouth on me first thing. Waking up and shooting right back up to the ceiling from coming on his tongue, oh yeah, now that is indeed the way to start the day.

What did you do this summer?

I’m not his type. Not slim and dark haired with big wide eyes just simpering up at him. Not a little miss prim in public that he wants to twist into a perv in private. Not someone who just gave in however he wants it, someone who will take whatever he hands out and like it. No I’m a little different from his usual girl.

He was sleek, I’ll give him that. The long dark hair and mesmerizing eyes that were hard to look away from. The heat off his body as he pulled me to him, the strength as he picked me up and carried me away to be ravished… he wasn’t my typical fellow either.

But as he kissed and caressed me I decided to take a trip on the wild side and see where we’d go. His mouth on my skin and his hands roaming at will. The hair on his chest peaking out from the v of his shirt and the twinkle in his eyes every time our mouths parted was hot.

He slipped his hands lower to cup my ass as I began to slide mine under his shirt to play with his nipples. A moment of confusion slid over his face as he realized there weren’t any panty lines rubbing against his hands. His arms rippled pulling me to him. I was all soft and round, short and sly, with a surprise or two in store for him.

Murmurs of nothingness against my skin as he touched me, I began to drip long before I had shed my clothes. His surprise was priceless as he reached my bare ass under the jean shorts. I didn’t see the point in panties under the denims; he noticeably got hard against my thigh upon that discovery.

Shedding his shirt I could see he had gone some rounds here and there, a scar low on his abdomen, just one of many bits of irregularities in his skin. He was hot, the muscles in his chest tight, a little pudge about his beltline, and the sheer smell of heat coming off his skin as I nibbled on it.

I smiled to myself as he began to unzip the shorts…there was a trick or two he hadn’t found yet. I managed to get him out of his breeches to discover I’m not the only one who cared little for an extra layer of fabric in the summer. He was hot horny and hard, the dimples in his ass under my hands flexing as I pulled him against me.

He reached down to make sure I was ready – was I ever. And then he realized my clit was surrounded by naked skin-he twitched against me. Sometimes it’s worth trying things a little different from the norm; you never know what you might find.

I was soaked. He was hard, throbbing against me. He wanted to be inside me but he took the time to ask if I was sure… I was sure a year ago when he grabbed me and kissed me. I hadn’t changed my mind; I wanted him, all of him. He wasn’t big enough to hurt me… but I knew I’d be plenty full.

I was simmering when he started to push up into me. His eyes widened as he felt my heat surround him. A low groan escaped him as he pulled back just a little to thrust again deeper this time. My legs came up around him, pulling him in and creating a slightly different angle for me to experience. He was just getting his rythym going and I felt it hit… small for me at the time, but apparently not what he expected. I managed not scream but shook like a leaf and pushed against him with all my might.

He was concerned I was okay and slowed down, but I shook my head no, and told him to keep going, we were just getting started. He said something to the effect of I’ve got to be kidding… so I rolled him over and took him on his back… and sat up straight, riding him for all I was worth. The next one began to hit and I put his hands on my nipples and began to flick my clit. That one took a bit out of me…

I began to roll over again, but we disconnected… I took advantage of it to thrust his cock down my throat a few times, tasting myself all over him. When I laid back and pulled him inside me he was muttering something, apparently his last lady friend not only looked and acted different but wasn’t quite as daring in bed.

Not that we’d even gotten to daring by my standards, but he was obviously pleased and eager for more. I put my feet on his shoulder; damn the muscles there were fine, and grabbed his ass, changing the thrust point again. He was hitting my g-spot and sending me into little shivers as I felt a major explosion coming on.

Just before I became incoherent, I adjusted again and encouraged him to thrust deeper… and he responded by saying he wouldn’t last long that way… and then it hit, I was gone over the edge into oblivion. Fuck, that was good. And then as the second wave hit he growled he was coming, oh god coming so hard…

We collapsed into shudders against one another. I’m not sure where I go, but it takes me a little to come back to myself afterwards. We were both breathing hard and couldn’t keep our mouths off one another. That was good. That was excellent. …and that was just the first go-round.

Erased...

Like the last few years didn’t happen.
I didn’t thrust your cock down my throat
There was no hicky on my ass
I didn’t smother you in my juices
There was no fucking you all night long
I didn’t scream for you
There was no playing with toys
I didn’t have you eat me for hours
There were no pictures
I didn’t take you on the sofa
There was no story to tell.
It never happened.

But if it had happened, if it did happen…
Now that wild ride would have been worth it.

I am his Slut

I am his slut. His fucktoy. He knows it. I’ll do anything to wrap my hungry horny pussy around his cock, around his face. I’ll give him whatever he wants if he’ll just fuck me, suck me, and make me scream. I’ll shed my panties and keep myself clean shaven if that’s what he wants… take the toy he sent me in the mail and keep myself fucked on his toy until he says I can stop. Let him feel me up and go wanting and whimpering after him. Offer my nipples up to be squeezed, to be clamped, to be tweaked. Beg for him to slap my clit until I come. Wait naked for him while he goes out with friends. Fuck myself with his toys while he snaps photos of me. Let him tie me to the bed and tease me all night. Throat fuck his cock while chained on my knees at his feet. Blindfold me and give me to a friend to be fucked. Bind my tits tight and hands behind my back, leaving me helpless as he takes me. Dangle weights from my pussy lips and nipple clamps. Use my hair to capture me, tied to a hook deep in my ass. Fuck me as I’m tied and helpless over the back of the couch. Take me and use me, come on my tits, in my mouth, on my ass. Anything he wants, just take it. I’m his toy, his cumslut, his wench, his slave, his fucktoy, yes indeed I am his slut.

Spoiled

Spoiled is knowing I shouldn’t indulge you but do. Taking one of those pie-in-the-sky fantasies that excites you and finding a factor in them to bring to life. Taking something I know inflames you and playing on it. Toying with it, toying with you and then finding a way, no matter how small to explore it with you.

Spoiled is being somewhere we shouldn’t be; looking all innocent on the outside while we both know theres so much more to play amongst us. Brushing against your hard cock and wanting it inside me no matter what the time of night or day. Spoiled is being at my sexual peak and being able to explore it and enjoy it.

Spoiled is wearing the lacy things you bought for me, even when I’m somewhere else with someone else – and making sure you know it. Spoiled is drowning my panties from the phone call you make in the middle of the day panting in my ear til you come for me.

Spoiled is spending a weekend on autopilot during the daylight hours – so That I can literally fuck you for hours at night, sliding up and down on your cock til sheer exhaustion takes over. Spoiled is knowing it’s the wrong place, the wrong time, the wrong person… and still having you til we both can’t move.

Spoiled is knowing it’s a five day excursion with dozens of others – and still managing to sit on your face for hours, suck your come down my throat, fuck you in a dozen different positions, and want it (and have it) all again the next night.

Spoiled is getting off with friends just feet away, a silent furious fuck, and knowing you smell like sex when you go to hang out with your buddies afterwards. Spoiled is telling someone they can’t have me – and knowing its because You’ve already screwed me beyond belief.

Spoiled is coming hard, with my thighs wrapped around your face; Its exploding over your hand inside my slit; Its becoming your fucktoy for the night; its discovering still another way to contort our bodies til the shattering waves inside overcome me.

Spoiled is having your cock inside me; feeling you twitch as you come, and having you clean me with your mouth afterwards. Spoiled is having my toes sucked as you play with my g-spot and tweak on my nipples; spoiled is having a new toy for us to play together with; Spoiled is the lack of shyness while sharing our bodies.

Spoiled is having you wrapped around me as I sleep; waking with your cock inside me; falling asleep while Still coming down from a climax; eating me out after my shower, tossing me on the bed for a furious fuck before work; and knowing tonight we can do it all again.

Spoiled is a strange room in a foreign city; being pampered like a princess and treated like a queen; escaping for a weekend where we can forget who we are and enjoy who we’d like to become. Spoiled is living the fantasy once again.

Spoiled is what I’d like to give you; spoiled is what you’ve made me. God help the next boytoy to come along because he’ll never spoil me half as well.

oh what a feeling

He had me on my back, devoured me with his mouth, indulged me with his hands, nibbled at my lips, and I thrust my tongue down his throat. I rode his hips, while his mouth sucked on my tits. He took me from behind, pulling my body into his...

He slides inside, it only takes seconds to hear him growl about how he loves that reaction, everytime he enters my body, the involuntary gasp I give as the hard heat of him invades my pussy. Every moment leading up to his cock fucking me, I think about how it will feel, how I crave it, want it, need it…and then when I get it – oh yeah, I’m not surprised he gets a reaction. He’s bigger than he thinks he is, the girth of him stretching me. And those days when he’s delayed me and denied me, making me wait, on the edge of explosion – inside I’m so tight, so ready that when he couples with me, he’s being gripped snug inside my pussy from the very get-go, bringing him closer so much quicker. Oh fuck, yes indeed.

Simple request

Seduce me.
Turn me on.
You know how.
Kiss me til I’m panting, nibble on my throat, my ears, my lips.
Warm my body with your hands and undress me.
Lick my nipples, suck on them and tweak them, adore them and caress them
Run your hands over me, teasing and massaging all at once.
Tug my bottoms off like you did that first time.
Ravish me from top to bottom with your mouth.
Nibble on my feet, taste your way up my thighs.
Lick the crease along my hips.
And devour me.
Make me shudder,
Make me scream.
Make me see stars

Maybe you can’t sleep with me
But I can certainly drown you in my juices.

Something to add to the shopping list

I remember what I forgot at the store… batteries. Funny how when boytoy isn’t around they cease being conveniences and start becoming necessities. Consumables some might say. I have a few toys I’m fond of… but it seems since we made the baby boytoy I’ve a new favorite. With his clone buried in my slit and a bullet on my clit, I burn up batteries like nobody’s business.

You'd never believe

I’ve a bruise on my ass and a hickey on my chest. I’ve come probably six times in the last three days alone just thinking about how they got there, never mind the sheer waves of pleasure the night it happened

Immediate Gratification

Boytoy's back. He's been gone a little while and I've been remiss in his absence about keeping current here. So I decided I best do both at once. I can punish him for being gone and get my needs taken care of. So I apologize for the spelling errors and stream of thought sentences.

You see, I have him collared and hands chained to his collar. Laid across my bed and naked to boot. Cook hard and definitely wanting. myself, lace bra holding my tits up while i sit on his cock, feet curled up under his balls and type. Poor boy he can see my ass but not touch it, I can squeeze his cook, twist his balls and he has no choice but to take it.

Fuck him hard. Then when hes about to pop - stop and feed him all the juice that has collected in my slit, wipe my body against his beard, knowing that when I sit down on his cock again (like I am now) all he can smell is my juices all acrosss his face while I use his chest as table and milk his cock with my pussy. I do so like to torment the boy toy. and yes I am indeed doing this as I type. I have him and not sure I'll let him go anytime soon.

The real question is will I let him come tonight or make him wait til tomorrow. Gotta go. got some fucking to do....

Insatiable Addiction

I have become addicted to coming. Coming on you, coming for you, coming with you, coming while thinking of you. The drought is over and how. I come on your hands, as you flick my clit til the gasp rushes out from deep in my throat. Addicted to the feel of your hand inside me. Hooked on the feel of your face between my smooth thighs, nestled deep inside my slit. Craving the feel of your face buried in my pussy. wanting your hot hard cock inside my wet box. Addicted to the thrusts of you inside me, the tweak of my nipples, the taste of you on my tongue. Wanting it, craving it, addicted to it… it’s a craving that constantly stays with me, no matter how much I indulge myself, I always want more.

Since you asked- TMI Tuesday

This isn’t my usual thing, but since I’ve been asked this time I’ll answer...

On a scale of 1-10, how satisfied are you with your sex life?
Quantity is a 4
Quality is a 10

2. If someone shoves you up against a wall while kissing you, your reaction is?
Adrenaline surge, tongues wrestling, panties getting very damp (if I have any on) and then grabbing his ass to make sure his hard cock rubs up against the right spot.

3. What is the most romantic thing anyone has ever done or said to you?
Acknowledging an anniversary by indulging one of my whims; Bringing a fantasy to life unexpectedly; telling me he loved me while he was deep inside of me – It was an incredible evening.

4. Where is the most unusual place you have ever had sex? There’s several but on top of a pool table; on a staircase; on the washing machine all seem to rise to the top of the list.

5. How do you liked to be kissed?
Deeply, tenderly, lots of tongue and those little nibbles at my lips at the end make me go wild.

Bonus (as in optional):Most embarrassing sexual moment?
Learning after the fact that his roommates considered my overnight visits an excellent opportunity for “live audio porn”. Apparently if you were next door in the bathtub you could hear right through the wall and no one bothered to inform me of this fact. Until the night I quietly slipped from the room to use the bathroom afterwards - and found them all still in there listening, complete with beer and snacks…

A girl has needs too...

Its been a while since the last time. A long while, or so it seems. However I should probably explain I’d gone longer. Through sheer stupidity It went more than a year once. Today I look back and wonder why I didn’t get out then, instead of waiting til it was long overdue to break off that relationship. I have trouble going a few days without nowadays. So when I say its been a long while, I mean about a month. Not since I came, I’ve been coming on the toys he bought me every other night or so. Sometimes its tame, a small gasp, a slight shudder, but enough to release some endorphins and for my body to relax. A few times I’ve teased myself for quite some time before I finally moved the rabbit to my little hot button and let it ride there til the wave hit. And just once … today I was going slowly, sliding the rabbit back and forth, teasing my slit with the head while the bunny just buzzed and buzzed. I was doing some reading, some rewriting of things I’d jotted down before, just letting my body ride out the pleasure. Visualizing how it’d been, the sheen of sweat on his body, the shimmer of heat off of mine as the two collided into each other. Soft slithering of the buzz across my body and just as I was thinking of how wide his cock was inside me, how it felt so different from the vibe… The wave came crashing over me without warning and my body clamped down hard. I swore and moaned all in the same breath, my pussy pushed the plastic out while my clit throbbed against the buzz. My god I came hard. I was deep breathing by the end of it feeling adrenaline soaring through me and then I knew… Its been too long since I had the real thing. I need to be fucked and how. I need a hard cock inside my hot pussy. I need a man. Now.