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.
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
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.
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.
Monday, April 5, 2010
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.
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."
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."
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
A comment then another fantasy
I recently saw this video today and it begged the question, "Why are men so scared of women seeing them masturbate?"
I've always been fascinated by men touching themselves, working their member as they grow closer and closer to the edge. The frantic movement that they make, the fluttering of their eyes, the little quakes that happen to their bodies. All of it is sexy and I don't know why they try to hide it.
What the fu-
My fantasy has to do with the library.
Something about doing it where there's a ton of books sounds great. It's a game that I've planned in my head. I wear my tightest dress, with the fuck me peek a boo heels and it's a windy day. I'm holding my fuck buddy, Nick's hand as we walk into this library. The library has five floors, including the basement. I say to him that I have a big surprise for him but first I have to check out a book that's on the second floor. I quickly run up stairs and disappeared into a vacant room.
After ten minutes, Nick texted me with "Wat's taking so long?" At thirty minutes, I'd feel my cell phone vibrate. Chuckling to myself, I answered. "Hello?"
"Where the fuck are you? Did you forget we're supposed to go-"
"Wait," I cut him off. "I didn't forget. I did it on purpose." Smirking, at the possible anger that was radiating through him.
"Why would you do that?" He said through clenched teeth.
"Because I want you to fuck my brains out." I'd rush out before continuing.
"I've been in the bathroom touching my pussy, while thinking about how I need it now. I've needed this fuck for so long and baby, you should hear how wet I am."
I'd set my leg on the toilet seat, then place the phone near my vagina as the sounds of the fingers fucking myself loudly bounced along the walls. Groaning, I'd stop myself as I'd bring the phone back to my ear.
"You have twenty minutes. Once you find me, we'll fuck. No matter where. Good Luck!" before closing the phone.
Snickering, I run of out the bathroom to find another hiding place.
Five minutes left til the deadline is over and Nick hasn't found me yet. I glance around the deserted library row before lowering the camera part to my underwear. The row itself can fit three people and I use that to my advantage. I straddle the floor as I bring the camera to my skirt and then lift it to reveal my red panties. The sound of the camera's click along with a snicker cause me to look up. A pair of eyes stare at me through the open slots of the library shelves and I freak out silently. The eyes light up before disappearing to the left of the row. I stick my face near where the eyes were as I hear a grumble.
" I found you." Nick mocks me as he comes around the corner. I start to turn before he commands me to stand exactly as he found me.
I grew wet with anticipation as he leans over me, lightly breathing in my ear. Nibbling on my neck, Nick grabbed my breast before stopping to turn to me.
"Come on. We're going to be late." Tapping me on the back, he turned around and left.
I've always been fascinated by men touching themselves, working their member as they grow closer and closer to the edge. The frantic movement that they make, the fluttering of their eyes, the little quakes that happen to their bodies. All of it is sexy and I don't know why they try to hide it.
What the fu-
Something about doing it where there's a ton of books sounds great. It's a game that I've planned in my head. I wear my tightest dress, with the fuck me peek a boo heels and it's a windy day. I'm holding my fuck buddy, Nick's hand as we walk into this library. The library has five floors, including the basement. I say to him that I have a big surprise for him but first I have to check out a book that's on the second floor. I quickly run up stairs and disappeared into a vacant room.
After ten minutes, Nick texted me with "Wat's taking so long?" At thirty minutes, I'd feel my cell phone vibrate. Chuckling to myself, I answered. "Hello?"
"Where the fuck are you? Did you forget we're supposed to go-"
"Wait," I cut him off. "I didn't forget. I did it on purpose." Smirking, at the possible anger that was radiating through him.
"Why would you do that?" He said through clenched teeth.
"Because I want you to fuck my brains out." I'd rush out before continuing.
"I've been in the bathroom touching my pussy, while thinking about how I need it now. I've needed this fuck for so long and baby, you should hear how wet I am."
I'd set my leg on the toilet seat, then place the phone near my vagina as the sounds of the fingers fucking myself loudly bounced along the walls. Groaning, I'd stop myself as I'd bring the phone back to my ear.
"You have twenty minutes. Once you find me, we'll fuck. No matter where. Good Luck!" before closing the phone.
Snickering, I run of out the bathroom to find another hiding place.
Five minutes left til the deadline is over and Nick hasn't found me yet. I glance around the deserted library row before lowering the camera part to my underwear. The row itself can fit three people and I use that to my advantage. I straddle the floor as I bring the camera to my skirt and then lift it to reveal my red panties. The sound of the camera's click along with a snicker cause me to look up. A pair of eyes stare at me through the open slots of the library shelves and I freak out silently. The eyes light up before disappearing to the left of the row. I stick my face near where the eyes were as I hear a grumble.
" I found you." Nick mocks me as he comes around the corner. I start to turn before he commands me to stand exactly as he found me.
I grew wet with anticipation as he leans over me, lightly breathing in my ear. Nibbling on my neck, Nick grabbed my breast before stopping to turn to me.
"Come on. We're going to be late." Tapping me on the back, he turned around and left.
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
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.
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
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
Sunday, March 28, 2010
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.
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.
Saturday, December 19, 2009
How wet?
Last week thursday, I went to Don's and thought that I wouldn't have fun. Yet, I did have fun.
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