No means no.

"Nicky" I want you to fuck me. I want you to push me onto your bed and grab my hair. I want you to tell me that after you're done, I'm never going to want to fuck anyone else buy you. Take some rope and tie my hands so I can't move. I want to moan as you blindfold me and tell me that if I play right, I'll get a nice treat at the end.


<= That was in the open letter to Nicky. He never got it and I doubt that he ever will. Last week, I tried my damnedest to be as neutral as possible and to not say anything sexual. I succeeded until I learned that he had a play toy and realized that was the breaking of the end.No sex, no talking about sex, no flirting with the sex line. He got a new play toy and that changed him. Why would someone want custard when they had their fill of ice cream?

That would be fun. . .

It's been happening to me again, a spark of lust. Not as much as before but it's there, struggling to break free. Here's some more things that have passed through my head.

   I'm in panties and a cami. I distinctly remember that in this daydream, my panties are lacy black boyshorts. My cami is a dark blue and I'm wrestling with this faceless guy. I'm laughing as he pins my arms above my head, my legs wrapping around his waist. It's all a joke until he pushes himself too near me. I realize that his shorts are dangerously close to my panties and my panties grow wet in anticipation. His breath grows labored as I squirm underneath him. My eyes lock onto his adam's apple, before seizing my opportunity to change positions. I squat over his chest as he tries to rotate his body, hoping to catch me off guard but I'm prepared. His eyes drift to my panties as his hands being to pinch my ass. He stops for moment as I being to chuckle. The silence grows as I look at him and he looks everywhere but at my face.

"What?" I ask hesitantly
"Your nose." he replies with disgust as I leap off his chest. I turn my back to him as my hands instantly move to cover my nose from I search for tissue. Something hits me and I sprawl to the floor, his legs wrapping around my hips and his hands encircle my chest. I try to get away but I only succeed in
"Never trust a person whose trying to win a game." He whispers in my ear as I jerk in his embrace. I'm going to lose, I think to myself when it hits me.  I'll pinch his inner thigh until he lets me loose!
   I take my right hand and slowly drift it down to the small of my back before nestling on my ass. I continue struggling as my fingers catch fabric instead of skin. All movement stops as I feel something hard pressing against my palm. He inhales deeply as my palm and ass start to slowly rub into his groin. His fingers begin to move in circles around my nipple as he murmurs softly in my ear, "Why are you such a bad girl?"

His free hand advances from my waist to my lacy, wet center. Delicately, ever so lightly, gliding his fingers over the fabric as I shudder at the shockwaves it sends my body. Whimpering, he nuzzles my ear before slapping my ass and throwing me off his lap. Whining, I lay my face onto the carpet and breathe in deeply. The beige carpet muffles the sound of him crawling towards me. The air hits my vagina before I feel his moist, tongue on my lips. Crying out loud, I beg him to stop teasing me. He huffs in mock anger, before I feel his tongue disappear and be replaced by something warm and human. His cock slowly enters me as I pant in anticipation. His fingernails grip my hips as he tries to settle himself, before slowly moving in and out.

Short post about threesomes

I've recently been thinking about sex more and more as time goes on. I know why that is. I have polycystic Ovarian Syndrome which can be explained here. For me personally, I've noticed that I get a hell lot more hornier a week before my period. I'll masturbate like there's no tomorrow and it's like two or three times a day. (Which sucks because I have carpal tunnel in both of my hands. Ugh!)

What got me thinking today was about a couple of videos that I saw on slutload and this photo. I have yet to see this on any threesome video on the net but it's got to happen some time.

Open letter

A few weeks ago, I was talking to a friend of mine and we were joking. Then it changed to weird and now we're avoiding each other. I feel bad but at the same time, it needed to happen. I have to remember who I am as a person and where we both are in terms of life. I'm more towards being as wild as possible where they aren't. :-/

Friends come and go but such is life.


I just now need to decide whether or not to delete them from my facebook friends.


Oh and the open letter that I wrote to them? The one that I was going to read to them? I'm burning that fucker as soon as I get home.

While I was in Australia

:-)

This is one photos that I took. I'd add more but. . . yeah.

Here's another one that I started doing as I was bored and had nothing else to do.

Your bed, my dream

         It's a rainy Sunday, and we're lying in bed. I'm wearing nothing but my bra and I'm having an intense sexual dream. In it, your mustache is slowly tickling my neck while your fingers work their way into my panties. Soft kisses turn into passionate ones as your tongue explores my mouth. Your fingers have hooked themselves around my underwear as you pull me free. The cool air hits my vagina before feeling the warmth of your tongue as you lap me up. My hands pull you more into me as my thighs start to twitch and in my dream, I murmur, "Fuck me baby. Fuck me now."
         You gently grab my hands and undo your face from my pussy as I whimper. I instantly feel something poking my pussy lips. Something is rubbing itself along my cunt, marinating in my juices. I sigh once I feel the slight stab of you impaling yourself on me, before moving at a turtle pace. I grip your back as I try to get you as close to me as possible. Your chest squeezes my breast as you slide in and out. I moan and bite my lip before realizing that this dream feels too real. I open my eyes to see my face buried into your neck as you work up the pace. I can't help myself as my hand falls from your back to rub my clit. You move up as you watch me trying to move up and down your shaft while rubbing my clit into oblivion. Holding my legs above your neck, you pound my pussy as I scream in delight, begging you to fuck me until there's nothing left.

Daydream

In my daydream, we're sitting across the table from some friends. Groaning inwardly, I move my arm from my lap and rest it on your lap. You don't notice as your in deep conversation about sports. Biting my lip, I rub the inside of your thigh as you stop in mid sentence, your eyes growing into slits. You cough before apologizing for forgetting your point. The three of us look at you concerned, or rather they do, while I continue to caress your now growing erection. You sputter once again before beginning again as my hand slips silently into your pants.

I love boxers for the reason that I have room to play with you and no one's the wiser. I stroke your cock as your thighs jerk involuntarily before your hand moves between us. Still talking, you snake your hand up my skirt before finding my panties, as you ever so lightly, trace the wetness of my panties. I clench my legs together, trapping your hand in my warm flesh, begging you to read my mind. To excuse yourself to the bathroom, so you can take me in the bathroom. But it never comes.

Instead, your cell phone rings causing me to unclench and you to answer it. Both of us, very horny and very upset at being interrupted.

Last fuck

It's heartbreaking when it's the last fuck.
You know there's nothing left and yet, you still try to mend it. Like scooping water out of a sinking boat with a cup.
Your fingers invade my wet pussy as you roughly fuck me with them.
I try to stifle my groans as you watch me with a sneer.
You'd love to see my tears. They'd taste so sweet on your tongue as you'd win control over my body.
Your mistake comes when you lean over to kiss me on the lips. My lips crush you as I throw myself into your lap. You're unprepared as you fingers leave my body to pull me closer to the bulge in your jeans. My dress hikes up as you dry hump me. I moan as your tongue invades my mouth and I hate that. I back away before coming close again, to bite you on the bottom lip. You cringe and in your knee jerk reaction, my hair is pulled back.
I yelp as your teeth sink into my left breast, before feeling your fingers unzip your pants and little you comes out. I reach for the condom on the table and you grab my hand. It's odd that this is the first and last time that we'll ever have sex and you won't put it on. You notice my hesitation before you grind yourself into my wet panties. I relent as your hands grope between us, circling me once more before feeling the pain as you jab your cock into me. I inhale sharply as you begin to a rhythm that alternates between soft and rough. As I cry out in pain and pleasure, grab my hips as you rise up and lower me to the ground.

You know how much I hate missionary but that doesn't stop you as you increase your speed. With each slam, my groans increase as your eyes become slits. I begin to squeeze my kegel muscles in hopes of you coming first, but you smile as your thumb, flicks my clit over and over again. You lean your entire body over me, as you whisper dirty words in my ear. I get wetter and wetter as you continue speaking in soft tones. Kissing my cheek, you bend your head to bite my neck and I lose it. I come as you smile, as if to say, "Checkmate."