That was a bummer

         I got to day five and an hour before I quit. I popped in a tape and got off on women engaging in anal sex. I'm not even going to try to justify it when I know I can't. It started out innocently enough. I was in the room, playing a game when it hit me. That wave of sex that I wouldn't shake. I tried to stop it by looking at random things, but my mind wondered as did my hands.
         I told myself that I wouldn't touch as I put in the dvd for the porno. I would only touch myself if someone touched the woman's clit. Then it was alright. And suddenly I got really wet because the clips I chose, were clit touching.

And the craziest thing about these were the setup.

    The petite woman would slowly slide her butt onto the man's dick. He'd wait a bit before pulling her legs down and jerking upward to fill her.  She'd squeal as his fingers would come out of no where and revel in her pussy juice. Strong, lean fingers that would dance along her lips before slipping into her hole. She'd moan as his two fingers would gain a rhythm inside her vagina, before two would become three. . . four. Four fingers fucking her as the thumb slowly worked her clit.

I've never had anal sex but seeing those images made me wonder what I'm missing.

Fun, Lots of fun.

Do you really want to know what happened from my last post?

It started out innocently enough with talks of meeting for drinks, online. I had downed three drinks beforehand, whereas Aaron was on his second. I showed up at the bar to find Aaron outside, sitting by the benches that were overlooking the lake. It was humid, hot Australian December. He was smiling to himself, his dark hair nestled to his shoulders. I slid next to him, as he looked up from his drink.

"Hey." He mumbled as he looked down into his ale bottle.

"Hey." I smiled as I looked at him, my eyes drinking in the scene. The entire place was silent with bursts of people laughing now and then. Getting drunken courage, I leaned in before whispering, "What if I were to touch your dick? What would you do?"
His looked caught off guard before looking at me with expectation. Giggling to myself, I leaned into neck and bit his neck, as my hands played with his zipper. I gasped once I felt his warm member in my hand. No underwear, I thought as I licked my fingers.
"Not here." Aaron said in a hushed as he grabbed my hand. "Let's go somewhere else."
"My place?" I asked as he stared into my eyes. With a smirk, he nodded and motioned for me to lead the way.

    We got back to my place and the humidity met us. Brad wiped his brow before asking me to turn on the air. With my back to him, I heard him fidget with his beat buckle and shoes as I started to smile. I faced him to see his ass in the air, him bending over to take off his shoes. Humming, I waited until I heard my bed springs move before returning to the bed. I kneeled in front of him as his member stared at me with it's one eye. Licking my hand, I opened my mouth before taking him into my mouth.

TBC

Day 2 of the dry spell

It's ending on day two of my quest to be celibate. I haven't fucked myself, I haven't been fucked and I'm thinking about how long I can go. That being said, I still have a tiny part of me that wants to be fucked. That wants to feel someone's body on top of me as they slide in and out. That's what I want.


So without further ado, here's my open letter to a guy that I will not ever fuck.(Mainly because he doesn't see himself in me at all.)

Not so pretty
By: Me

         I was in work today, my red nails typing on the register when it hit me. This wave of heat radiated its way into my skull as I thought about you, taking me behind the register. How your hands would feel as they'd pull my hair back. The hotness of your breath as you'd ask me if this is what I want to do. To show the customers how much of a slut I really am. Biting my neck as one of your hands would travel down my body, before slowing opening my pants and fucking my clit. This was my saving grace at work today and then I read your email.
         Part of me doesn't care that you're in love with someone else. It's just sex to me and that part wants to just lose itself in random sex. To not feel anything at all but pain of fucking. I'd wish you would agree so I could imprint myself onto you. So you'd remember me in every shape, way and form. To see scratch marks years later and smile at how I made them. I'd love for you to be as violent as possible to me during sex, so I'd remember why I'm alone. I'd grin at the fucking my holes, as if I'm nothing but a play thing for you to fuck. Damn the emotions and exes and just fuck with nothing but lust.

But you're a good person and that's why the huge part of me is glad you said what you said in your email. Mainly because I'm too fucked up to get fucked at the moment.

How wet?

Last week thursday, I went to Don's and thought that I wouldn't have fun. Yet, I did have fun.

here's the truth

For those of you who are coming here for the first time, I'm going to be truthful for once. I wrote this blog as a have fun, be as dirty as I wanted to be. Certain events have happened in the last few weeks, and contrary to popular belief, I'm not going to shut down because of those events. Ryan is a real person but I don't feel anything like that towards him. I did at one time but it's stopped since then. We have talk and nothing else. I'm stating this because again, others are reading this and thinking it to be me. Most of you, excluding some, don't know who I really am and will never get a glimpse of that person.

Oh no. . ..

Have you ever been so hot, so horny, so fucking wet, that you've drenched your panties?

I went to media lab and got teased by the guys. What ended up happening is that Ryan started to start shit. He said some shit that was inappropriate, but as I tried to fight him, he'd grab my wrists and pull them behind my back. He'd squeeze my hands so hard and spanked me. And I got wet. I got wet when I felt his hand hit my ass and his fingers twist my hands until it hurt and my pussy was on fire. And then he acted as if he'd flicked my nipple and I dared him and I was glad when he touched me.

He commanded me to put a condom in my panties and I didn't listen to him.

Lost in Translation

Here's a little fantasy that's been running through my mind. It'll never happen because I A.) Know the person and they'd never do it and B.) They're talking to a friend. Or were talking to them. (But I can still think this.)

It's late and I'm working hard at the editing room. There's only two people besides me in the room, Ryan and Joesph. I know Ryan from talking to him in class. He's a funny person and really inappropriate at times. Joseph, is the tech guy that helps you with anything and all that goes wrong.

At two in the morning, I started drinking and messaging Ryan on facebook. At first, it started out innocently with, "You know you want me" and "Boo you whore!", before progressing to "I want you to fuck me" and his response of "I'd cum all over your body." The conversation grew so much that I had to tell him exactly how I felt.
"I'm so wet right now. My panties are soaked through. :-) I can get three fingers in but it's a stretch. Two are just snug and feel so great."

4:25 am, I reveled in telling him how if we were alone, I'd get on my knees and crawl to him. How I'd place my head on his lap and beg him to fuck my cunt. He responded that everything had changed as I wrote that nothing had changed since we'd never get to see what if.


4:30,  Joseph decided that he had to go home. I cursed at myself as I watched Joseph walk out of the room, leaving the two of us in it alone. The only thing you could hear in the room was the sound of our breathing and a random mouse click. It wasn't until the outside door shut, that I realized that I had been saving my breath in anticipation. Ryan didn't say anything as I turned to watch him, hunched over his chair.  "So. . " I began, "it looks like we're alone." Silence greeted me as he continued to edit his footage. Huffing, I rolled back to my desk, before hearing, "You should get naked." I blinked rapidly as he turned around to face me.

Ho hum

Due to thing I can't control (technology) and things I could (A guy finding out I wrote the last post about him and then shit hitting the fan)I will be off the internet for a few days. Hopefully, I'll be back on the line giving you all the dirty and naughty thoughts from my head.



See you soon,
Me

links

http://www.redtube.com/23185

Poem that I wrote in class

I wrote this poem during one of my classes and yeah. I'm posting it on here because it was very sexual.

Are My?

Are my lips so soft,
so swollen, so wet from your kisses
that you plow through them.
Plunge into them with a sword.
A Sword so strong, so hard that I cry out in pain.
My lips bruise a cherry tomato red. So delicious that
you dart your tongue out like a lizard.
Licking at the seeds you left.
Licking at my lips, waiting for them to part so you can suck
at my nectar.
I taste you on my mouth.
You taste of cigarettes, sugar and death.
Your pecks of kisses,
your biceps surround my body.
*Author's note: This was added later in class*
I gasp as you invade my center.
Rushing into my hole, tearing it apart.
Am I tighter than you imagined?
Your eyes roll to the back of your head, as your hips, your cock take over.
In and out, in and out, you rock into me as the intensity spreads.
Your cock melts my pussy into nothing.
Biting into my neck you whisper, no you command, me to come on your dick and I do.