Confessions of a Closet Nympho

From Veronica: A Question to the Audience

2011-04-16T18:00:00.008-04:00

It has been over 2 years since I started this blog, and I've talked to and met countless of people who've told me how much they enjoy reading my stories, thoughts and rants about sex. I've always thought that this was a personal blog, that no one would be interested in what I have to say, until I found more and more letters, more comments, more people chatting with me, not just for advice, but more for the friendship (and possibly a lucky lay?), and to maybe find out if I was actually real, not some bimbo with a Ph.D writing sex fiction.

Yes, I am an actual real person. I am flawed and ordinary, just like the rest of you. Outside this world of cyberspace, I eat, breathe, live, fuck, have fun, cry, shit, talk, argue, get angry...I am not this super heroine that some of you have described me to be.

But I digress...to my readers, I would like to ask you this question: what attracts you to read my blog? Am I some sort of specimen that you all are trying to dissect, some sort of outer-space being because I don't fit in the "norm" of a typical human female? Or am I some sort of fantasy for all of you (both men and women), to imagine while alone in your room, stroking yourself until you get into a little bit of heavenly orgasm? Are you reading my thoughts to see if I would catch myself in a lie, exposing myself as a possible fraud?

Or are you intrigued by what I really have to say?

I've wondered what brings people here to this simple blog of mine, with my intricate thoughts, what they were looking for when they found it, and what made them stay?

So really the question is: What brought you to this blog and what draws you back to it, again and again?

As all of you know, I love getting comments from my readers, and even if it's anonymous, I would love to hear what you all have to say...If you don't feel comfortable, just shoot me an e-mail at sex.confessions69@gmail.com.

I look forward to your thoughts, readers...until then, I bid you all adieu (until the next Sexcapade Files installment! :-))

Sexcapade Files #43: Porn Star of the Evening – The Sex Club Experience #2 (Part I)

2011-04-14T18:56:00.017-04:00

This past October, I went back home for a close friend's wedding and to spend some times with friends and family who I hadn't seen in almost a year. Although the main objective was to catch up and reminisce with people and places of my past, I also had another ulterior motive with my sex agenda – to fully experience THE SEX CLUB.

If all of you can recall, sometime in 2009 I wrote about my first sex club experience that occurred about five years ago with my friend Jesse, the BDSM subservient slave with a massive foot fetish. This time, however, I went with my friend Eleanor, a close friend of mine from high school, who wanted to experience a new side of sex that she hadn't fully explored before.

And so began our journey into a “dark side” of sex – and what resulted was something I had never imagined beyond my wildest fantasies.

The sex club we went to was the same club, although it had changed ownership and location within the past few years. This “new” sex club was different in very many ways – it was as if it downgraded itself a bit, because the quality of the club wasn't as good as it was five years ago.

It had moved to a different location in a different ghetto locale of the city, right in the heart of “Hooker-ville”. The building itself used to be a local strip club, which was something very apparent as you stepped inside – what greeted me was a dimly-lit room with a very high, sloped ceiling, the room dotted with spots of “candlelight". I passed by shadows and silhouettes of men and women sitting on rows of couches and low-sloped chairs, watching intently at the main attraction of the room – two women and a man – all naked and very attractive - were gyrating their hips against each other on a brightly-lit runway, a woman wrapping her legs and pulsing her ass to a stripper pole, the man muscular and oiled, his hands grabbing onto one of the woman's breasts, his other hand on his large and shiny cock, stroking it up and down while he humped to the beat of some techno pop music.

As my friend and I walked through the strip-show room to walk upstairs, we past by people sitting on benches against the wall of what looked like a long balcony for people to watch the show. I observed these people as I walked past - men were stroking their proudly-standing cocks out in the open, women (and men) were bent over in the act of sucking cock, or sucking breasts – it was just like I remembered five years ago.

From that long balcony, we walked into another hallway that showcased open rooms – in one room, there was that same circular black leather bed which I coveted five years ago, watching that hot BDSM scene where a master was punishing his slave with a leather whip. The room was bare except for a few masks on the walls, the off-white brick color reflecting yellow tints of light onto a couple fucking on that same leather bed, her legs spread-eagle as a man fucked her missionary style. The other rooms I walked into were set up the same way – the brick walls painted an off-white color and left almost bare except for a few knickknacks on the walls, the warm yellow light conveying a seedy sex hotel atmosphere.

Another room we walked into was the masturbation room – the walls were covered with velvety blush magenta drapes, white leather couches lined the walls, and small television sets were playing porno movies. A few men were sitting there, watching the screens, jerking themselves off in the open without noticing or caring of the onlookers passing by.

The more I walked around, the more my heart sank, as this isn't what I had remembered. However, I still had hope...and I hoped greatly for some kind of excitement that evening.

We went downstairs and strolled into the basement. As from the last experience, I remembered the basement as being the “dungeon”, and it was in a sense – only it was a cheap imitation “dungeon” from what I remembered. This new dungeon was a long, black hallway, lit only by small florescent white lights dashing the ceiling. On my right side was a room with large glass windows – and as I peered inside of the room, I saw a man, fully clothed, lying faced-down on a black spanking horse (just like the ones from the original club), while two large bear-doms wearing all black, fedoras on their heads, were paddling and whipping this man. A handful of observers were sitting on chairs on either side of the room, watching quietly as he was being punished. I stood there transfixed, hearing this man's screams and moans, the claps of paddles, and the swish of whips echo through the glass windows, made me realize that I was getting very horny.

While walking down the hallway, I noticed black cubicles lined up against the wall that almost looked like fitting room stalls - only these were more rectangular, the rooms themselves did not have doors, and velvet ropes blocked the entrances (I learned later on that these stalls used to be private lap dance stalls.). Peering into them, I noticed that these too were bare as well – subtle black walls stood as a backdrop for a painting, a mask or prop as its decoration; however, it was not lacking with sex – men and women were being fucked in them in full view, men licking pussy, women sucking cocks, their bodies sweating from the sexual heat in the room. There were crowds of people standing to watch, bodies so close together that it was as if we were all magnetized by the sexual tension in the air, everyone hushed and silent, the only thing you could hear were the sounds of heavy breathing, moans, screams, slaps, and whispers.

Eleanor and I edged ourselves into the crowd, where I found the perfect spot to watch – crouched in the corner of an open stall, right underneath the velvet rope. Inside the stall, a man was fucking his girl doggy-style, both were haphazardly in a state of undress, his hips pumping into her, as he grabbed her exposed breasts with his hands as she moaned, her back arching, sweat rolling down her face.

Wow, was it hot...it was so hot that I really wished that I had my own that night...

As I was watching, a young, muscular Latin man with dark skin was standing next to me, his condom-covered cock peeking from the fly of his jeans. I wasn't really eying him directly, but looking at him through my peripheral vision, I noticed he was pretty sexy – short-brown hair, caramel-color skin, the hard knots of muscles bulging as his arm gripped his average-sized cock. It just made me lust over him even more, watching this sexy man stroke himself and watching the couple fucking inside the stall was so tempting, but I was too shy to proposition anyone for action.

Until something surprising happened: I felt a finger tap me on the shoulder.

I turned my head, and there he was – that sexy muscular Latin man stood over me, holding his cock in his hands, his eyes staring down at me.

And then, this slipped out of my mouth:

“Can I suck your cock?”

And that, was just the beginning...

Part II in a few days!!

Clit Bangers

2011-04-11T22:40:00.007-04:00

It seems as if my "Cunnilingus Craving" commentary has created a bit of a buzz amongst my readers. I've been getting fan e-mails about it, I've gotten into discussions about it...it's been crazy as to how much it's gotten some kind of attention around here.

I received an e-mail with a pretty good question that I felt should receive a more thorough answer:

"What makes a guy good at eating out?"

It's a simple, but a straight-to-the point question. And I replied:

1. They are observant as to what turns us on, not to what they think turns us on.

2. They take their time.

3. They find other spots that get us off besides our clit and our pussy

4. They are willing to learn and accept that some things may or may not get us off.

I think this list definitely hits home. In my personal opinion, I find that a lot of men who are "average pussy eaters" and not "expert pussy eaters" think that women get off the same way that men get off, hard and fast. But don't you think that because we're WOMEN (and from Venus) that we'd react differently??

Unfortunately, men seem to believe that by getting us off quickly, we'd enjoy the relief. But really?? We're not "Clit Bangers"!! We don't jerk off quickly, "hit it and quit it" with the clit, those things take time! Why would you men think that that's a way a clit is supposed to be treated? A clit is the equivalent to a penis, but that doesn't mean that it should be treated the same way.

Men, please understand that the clit is kind of a cross between a snowflake and a good steak - a snowflake, mainly because it's delicate, and if you hold it for too long it melts away; and a good steak, mainly because if you carve it the wrong way, you won't enjoy it the way it was intended.

So please, DO NOT - I repeat - DOOO NOOOTTTT - skip those 4 tips I mentioned above and really pay attention to us when you're down there. All women are created differently, so please try to please us the way we want to be pleased!

Until then, practice makes perfect!

LBFM Syndrome

2011-04-09T21:38:00.016-04:00

A few months ago, I was at the office with my boss when he had mentioned this little phone conversation he had with a friend. At the time, I was still my boss' employee and he had told his friend that he had hired a Filipino woman (which was me):

“He told me to watch out for you,” he growled in his Brooklyn accent. “And he asked if I was fucking you. I totally denied it, since it could ruin me,” he said. (He used the Bill Clinton mentality of “I did not have sexual relations with that woman!” which technically worked, since at this point, he “technically” wasn't fucking me.)

“Why?” I asked, eying him.

“He said you people are 'little brown fucking machines,'” he smirked.

At that point, it was like a light bulb turned on over my head. So that's the correct terminology to describe me, a “little brown fucking machine” (or an LBFM for short)?!

I didn't believe that the term "LBFM" existed until one day, Lexxi and I decided to search up the term on Google, just because we were bored, and there it was – a link of sexy Filipino women in bikinis with cum shots all over their faces, sucking cock – just my type of people. LOL

I knew that my people LOVE to fuck, they love sex more than eating and getting drunk. However, to simplify my Filipino womanhood to a short, stereotypical label is somewhat misleading in a way, even though I proudly wear the label on my chest and would probably tattoo it on myself eventually.

The reason why the LBFM label is a bit misleading, is mainly because of the fact that Filipinos are actually very RESTRAINED. Men are restrained to fit a certain label, to be macho and dominant, and women are supposed to be subservient, quiet, chaste and virginal.

It is odd to find any Filipino male or female to be so open about their sexuality, their sexual fetishes (even in the homosexual realm, but that has loosened up a bit within the past few decades). Most porno that I find from the Philippines are within the realms of vanilla sex – the most that they probably do are a threesome, with a girl sandwiched in the middle. It would be rare to see a woman being the dominant one controlling the man – every Filipino porno seems the same, it's just the actors who are different.

Although I am proud of my Filipino heritage and would wave the “3 Stars and the Sun” proudly along with the “Stars & Stripes”, I find that by being Filipino (or Asian, take your pick), it tends to limit your own capabilities as a human being. In regards to sex, it is even more limited to what you can do since you don't want to lose face among your fellow “countrymen” who probably are watching your every move when you least expect it.

Why should it matter? Why should what people say stop you from running your own life?

Whatever serves your fancy in the large buffet line of sex, no matter what people say, you should do what you want. It doesn't matter in the end, just enjoy life and fuck like there is no tomorrow.

That should make yourself look better if, hypothetically, the world ended tomorrow - at least those “haters” who were talking shit about you the day before about your fucking can't say much...who will regret not getting fucked before the world ended when they were too busy talking shit about you?? LOL

So I guess you can say I suffer from LBFM Syndrome – I honestly don't care about what people think because it is my life - I love fucking, I love learning new things about sex, I love sex in general - why hide it when I know I'm a sex fiend? I will take the negativity of being restrained in my Filipino culture, turn it around, and be the person I want to be.

There should be an LBFM Anonymous group, and I could definitely lead it: "Hi, my name is Veronica, and I'm an LBFM." LMAO

What can I say, I am brown, chinky, and I LOVE TO FUCK!! Who said being an LBFM is a bad thing? :-)

Sexcapade Files #42: The Jackrabbit

2011-04-08T23:13:00.013-04:00

“Quality over quantity” has always been one of my main mottos in life, and sex is no exception to the rule. This sexcapade is a prime example of when the results of quantity DEFINITELY did not surpass quality.

A few months ago, I started to casually date a guy named Josh. He was a Puerto-Rican/Dominican with an light-olive complexion and a meaty build, dark wavy hair close-cropped to his head, and a short-trimmed goatee to match his sophisticated yet “bling-bling” look (which I didn't realize until later, that his sophisticated look was more on the “blingy” side than anything else, the type that really turned me off). However, he seemed intelligent, conversational, and gentlemanly enough that I figured it wouldn't hurt to go on a date with him.

After visiting an art gallery and having a few smokes at a cigar bar, we headed off to his place to “watch a movie” (Translation – to fuck). However, as I figured out later on, there were a few things about him that made him strike-out even more:

1.The fact that HE STILL LIVED WITH HIS PARENTS!! (loser)
2.The fact that he smoked a lot of pot (and sometimes sold it...ewww)

(There are other strikes I noticed while fucking him, but I'll be revealing them later as I tell my story.)

Nevertheless, we ended up fucking anyway, after those first two strikes, mainly because I was curious as to how he fucked. During one of our conversations on our way to his house, he mentioned that the most sex he had in a day was twelve times – and he boasted about it, thinking that would impress me. However, I guess he didn't really know what he was dealing with...

We were laying on his bed, cuddling as we watched the opening credits of a movie. His right arm cradling my head, I felt his left hand caressing my stomach in circles, softly and slowly, until his head leaned into mine to kiss me. His lips were smooth and soft (maybe a little too soft), but as our kisses became more fervent, the more I felt his kisses becoming more uneven and harder to synchronize to. He continued to kiss me, but while doing so, his hand reached from under my shirt to pull out my breasts by the nipples, first tugging the right and then the left, and sloppily rolled the nipples with his fingers, pinching them, until they became hard and erect.

We hustled out of our clothes, hurling them into different corners of the room, until we were both naked, except for his boxer briefs, his cock pitching a tent under the blue fabric. From the outline of his cock, I could see that he was definitely thick, but somewhat of an average length. What I didn't expect was what I saw when I pulled his briefs off...

HE HAD A CURVED COCK!!

I had never fucked a curved dick before. From his shaft, it slightly curved outward towards his balls, and his head pointed at an angle toward his stomach. It was as if his cock was shaped like the contour of a sliver of the moon. I had never felt been fucked by a curved cock before, but I will try almost anything once...

So I took a hold of his cock with my hands (unfortunately, he was wasn't shaved...sigh...), and started to jerk it with my fist. It was slightly strange, as I stroked him, how my hand would slope upward and downward, slightly twisting my hand to the shape of his cock, making it a bit uncomfortable. Although he wasn't long (about 6-7 inches, roughly), he was of average thickness, I started to wonder as to how he would feel in me, if it would feel any different than a straight cock.

I told him to lie down on the bed, and I knelt over him, kissing his mouth, trying to get some control over him, my lips and tongue found its way to his chin, trailing towards the dips and valleys of his ear lobes, then southward to his neck where I found a sensitive spot (he trembled and moaned a bit), then went down towards his nipples, where I lightly sucked, kissed and nipped at his nipples, then making a path with my mouth to his love handles and stomach, and then teasing his pubic area, all the while stroking his curved cock, feeling precum drip from his head, and my fingers smearing the sticky substance all over his cock.

All the while, he was groaning and moaning himself away on the bed:

“Baby, I can't stand it anymore, you're gonna make me come,” he whined.

“You really don't know what you're dealing with, don't you?” I teased.

I lowered my head onto his cock, licking the top like an ice cream cone, swirling patterns with my deft tongue. I explored around his head, licking underneath the rim of his mushroom head, flicking the knob of skin near his cock hole, then heading south along the vein running his shaft, all the while his hips would not stop gyrating from the sensations coming from his cock.

“Holy shit, what the fuck was that?” he exclaimed.

“Wait, I'm not done with you yet,” I answered.

“Please, you're going to make me cum, I want to fuck you,” he pleaded.

“Wait just a little more,” I said.

My mouth found his ball sack, and although he wasn't shaved, I somehow was able to avoid getting hair stuck to my teeth when I sucked his balls in and out in my mouth, sliding them around around with my tongue, and then stimulating the small seam in the center of his ball sack between my two fingers. He jumped up, gyrating even more, until he stopped and I continued on with my cock play.

He was oozing more precum than before, drops of drops of translucent precum, trickling down the slit of his cock and onto my fingers. I decided to rub my palm on his cock head in slow, heavy strokes, feeling his smooth cock skin pull on my palm as I rubbed towards the direction of his stomach while holding his shaft down with a steady left hand, torturing him more with a bit of pressure, marking my territory that he hasn't had anything like this before.

His body shivered and he whimpered in shock – a short and loud whimper – that I had to stop and make sure that I wasn't hurting him.

“Are you okay?” I worried.

“Oh my god, you are going to make me come....please let me put my dick inside you,” he pleaded even more.

“No, I'm not done yet,” I smirked.

I lowered my mouth on his head again, temptingly teasing his head, engulfed it and inched it down my throat, until my mouth reached his pelvis. Giving his shaft a squeeze, I lifted my mouth and deep-throat him again, all the while massaging his balls, playing with his perineum, then switching to massaging his balls again.

Then I started to suck. I increased the pressure on his shaft with my mouth, and from the bottom, I held on his shaft tightly with my right hand, and created a vacuum on his head and a part of his shaft, and he cried out:

“I can't take this anymore, please let me fuck you, I don't want to come now...I don't want to come just yet...” he couldn't stop pleading.

So I finally relented, after I had sufficed the need and the pleasure of making this guy buckle to his knees, and I lay down on the bed. He took his two fingers and slightly rubbed my clit in a hard way, up and down, lubing me up with my cum by dipping his fingers into my wet pussy, then rubbing me hard again.

Not exactly what I expected.

“So, you don't eat pussy?” I asked, a bit annoyed.

“No, I've never tried, because I'm scared of it,”

Oh boy, here goes Strike #3. I've just showed this guy some of my techniques and he doesn't return the favor. Then again, there have been times when guys had said that they were good pussy eaters and I was left unsatisfied...I'd probably give him half credit for telling the truth, but it's still disappointing.

He takes his fingers, dips them into my pussy, and starts thrusting in – a little too hard than I expected. It was good, it got me off, but it was a little too rough and jarring. While finger-thrusting into my pussy, I was hanging on, trying to keep quiet (for fear that his parents would hear us...uggghhh), he was sucking my nipples, biting a bit, but not enough for me to really enjoy the sensations.

So he hovered over me and slipped his cock inside my pussy. It felt kind of weird going in, it wasn't smooth at all, kind of like you felt it coming in, trailing over all the sensitive spots and crevices inside your vagina, that once it was in, it hit the SPOT! I felt myself clench, and as he thrust into me, not even smooth, slow strokes, he was at full-force thrust, that every time he pushed his cock into me, I couldn't help but put a pillow over my mouth to keep myself from screaming.

His curved dick was automatically hitting my spot over and over...

Now let's take a detour for a bit and do some commentary: you may ask, “why is it a problem that you're getting hit on that g-spot automatically? Isn't it a good thing??” Well, actually, it isn't a good thing at all! Think about this: this guy barely got me warmed up (he got more of a warm up than I did), and now he's constantly hitting my g-spot from the get-go.

Here is a good metaphor to describe this situation: I would compare this situation to being pushed off a cliff blindfolded, hitting a few rocks on your way down.

He basically fucked just like a jackrabbit.

His hips drilled me down to the bed, his cock pounding me in and out, in a fast pace, hitting my g-spot so much that not only was it so strikingly jarring, it was somewhat enjoyable, but also really sore and painful. He was fucking the life of my pussy away, not even stopping to rest, sweat pouring down his face.

And then he gave out a big sigh, came into the condom, then pulled out.

All in all, this whole experience lasted less than an hour – I would say, at most, 40 minutes.

An hour later, it was the same process again (but less blowjob play), and it was like clockwork, he lasted about 20 minutes.

And two more times after that, made him last 20 minutes or less.

And so it went for me to fuck a jackrabbit.

I was so sore from fucking him that night, that it was hard to walk for a couple of days. It definitely wasn't pleasant, but it was kind of nice to somehow satisfy the need, that craving of fucking, that after-sex glow you have for a few days after a fuck (even if it was an ehhhhhhhhh one).

So I gave him another chance to see if he would change his ways. Guess again! The only thing different he did that time was fuck me doggy-style. That is definitely not my idea of “experimentation”, plus the fact that I felt so nervous seeing his parents the next day as we left his house after a night of fucking so he could drop me home.

After that second chance, I never really bothered to give him a call again, it wasn't worth it. A curved dick who came too fast and didn't eat pussy wasn't my cup of tea. There was no quality there, regardless of the quantity.

So my quest to find more exciting partners continues...

Cunnilingus Craving

2011-04-08T13:08:00.007-04:00

For some reason, I've been craving the feeling of getting head lately. You know, like a really good ol'-fashioned lick-n-squirt, some guy into my pussy pulling back my butterfly (thanks Jason Mraz), nose-deep into my pussy, licking, flicking, touching, sucking and finger-thrusting my pussy away, until I my back arches, my whimpers turn into screams, and my pussy muscles clench so hard around his fingers, that it goes on for minutes, and then add in an extra squirt or two as a bonus.

Ahhh...cunnilingus...I sure miss you.

I guess you can say that my boss gave it to me really well, so well that I never had it that good before. He knew how to touch and get me off, over and over again...

However...I don't think I've met my "ideal" pussy eater yet.

I know how to get myself off pretty well, but most men don't realize that I might be part of that 10% of the female population (and I might be generous) who gets off pretty easily. If you touch me right, I'll get off in less than 10 minutes flat, squirting everywhere, my pussy dripping with sticky, creamy cum.

The only problem is that I enjoy being taken not to the brink, but ideally, a delayed orgasm, slowly bringing myself up almost to the brink, then slowing down, to get myself "almost" to that point, and repeating the process a few more times until I feel I can't take the delayed response and pressure anymore, cumming so much that it was like I catapulted myself to the moon.

That's how I really like to cum.

There are so many guys out there who think that it's about getting to the destination, being able to come. But have they really realized that the fun is not getting to the destination, but the journey as well?

I guess I'm trying to bring in the concept of "stopping and smelling the flowers" into the subject of sex.

It's been so crazy for me lately, I've been craving my ideal cunnilingus session so much that I'm constantly watching pornos of guys giving girls head lately. Most of them are really horrible, but the good ones actually take time, at least 10 minutes at most, and it's such a turn-on. I really, really want to be eaten like that!

I would want to be eaten slowly, but first licking anywhere around my pubic area BUT my clit - the sides of my pelvis, the outer lips, the inner thighs...licking and nipping and tickling and sucking those parts BEFORE the clit. These are things that I do while masterbating, but for some reason, every guy I've doing things with thinks they have the hit the clit first.

Then, after a few minutes of torturing me without touching my clit, THEN head for the goods, but softly on the clit - no hard sucking, no biting, no hard pressing. Just light licks here and there, softly touching me, would really get me off. After that, try to vary it, but gradually getting me off in that soft touch, touching me in those spots that aren't the clit itself, but the sides about an inch from the clit, just close to the pussy hole, really get me off.

Touching there actually gets me off more than my clit itself, actually.

Then I want someone to lick my pussy softly, digging his tongue into me, licking my butterfly flaps...and then dipping his tongue into my hole, lapping up the moisture, feeling it turn from wetness to sticky cum, not even touching my clit at all, but making me work to get to an orgasm, and then slowing down a bit to work me to another one again...

All in all, not even getting me off enough to squeeze my pussy muscles to a flying orgasm until I feel like I'm ready for the floodgates to be opened.

I really want one of these, I need a man who knows how to do it just like this...

Can you tell that I'm obsessed at the moment?? LOL

Sexcapade Files #40: The Conference Room Farewell

2011-04-02T22:49:00.006-04:00

For a few weeks, I had been contemplating on quitting my job. Not that it wasn't enjoyable, especially with a boss that would turn up the heat whenever the chance came, but I felt as if I wasn't getting anywhere, that I needed to be in a place where I felt useful (besides giving my boss sexual fantasies about me squirting into his mouth, or me blowing him until he shot loads of cum into my mouth).

So I finally went to a job interview and got accepted all in a 72-hour period, and the time came for me to confront the two of them and give a short resignation. I felt really bad for quitting within such short notice, but my new job wanted me to start the next day and I felt that if I didn't stop now, the situation with the boss would get even more complicated, and I didn't want to stay there being unsuccessful at my job, but being paid to be there and blow my boss.

He and his wife were not happy about me quitting, but I explained to them that I needed to work in a field where I felt successful, and that being at this job wasn't getting me anywhere. They understood, and although they were a bit disappointed (which was understandable), it all ended in good terms.

So after the wife left to drop off my last check, my boss asked me if we could “play” one last time. And of course, I couldn't resist...

I got myself undressed in my old office and walked out naked. So I searched for him in every room, until I saw him in the conference room, he himself completely naked, and a blanket was covering the conference room table. I gasped in delight since here was one of my recent fantasies coming true!

He helped me climb onto the table, and then I laid myself down. He pulled my legs toward him, then bent down and shoved his face into my pussy. I felt his mustache whiskers roughly rub against my pussy lips, his lips puckered as he pulled and sucked on my pulsing clit, sucking and licking in circles, while I was moaning and whimpering until I felt the dam break loose and squirted all over his face.

He raised his head and stood upright, watching my body convulse through the orgasms, as he shoved his fingers into my pussy, while his other hand was stroking his hard cock. He pulsed through my pussy orgasms, more and more, until he stopped and leaned over to suck on my clit again.

After the third time of squirting on his face, he raised his head, leaned over to my head to kiss me, and as I opened my mouth to received his kiss, a warm, slightly sweet and watery liquid gushed into my mouth from his mouth, and while we kissed, I realized I swallowed a mouthful of my own squirt. And that was the first time I've tasted my own squirt before!

He raised his head from kissing me and edged his cock near my head. As I took his cock in my mouth, sucking him in that vacuum mouth that he craves, he commanded me to play with myself, and as I slid my deft fingers between my legs, rubbing my clit to another orgasm, I sucked his cock, as he shoved his torso into me, and at last I felt his cum shoot into my mouth, that salty and creamy cum right in the back of my throat and I swallowed it - every last drop. At last he pulled out when he was completely dry.

We got ourselves cleaned up and dressed, and we were both sad to think that this was the last time (in possibly a long while) before we can ever meet up again for another sexcapade. And I truly believe that he would never tell his wife about our little “secret”.

Sexcapade Files #39: The Photoshoot

2011-04-02T22:19:00.008-04:00

A few days later, I was at the office with my boss, working on the usual – when my boss stops by my office and tells me that he had a little “surprise” for me.

“What is it?” I asked.

“Give me another sale today and I'll show you,” he said.

So I quickly finish up with work, when he calls me into his office and throws a plastic package at me – medium-sized fishnet stockings with a large hole at the ass.

“I want you to wear them for me,” he says.

I rush out of the room to undress and try the stockings on. They were pretty snug – so snug, that a part of the hole grew bigger since I had a hard time fitting them on. Luckily enough, I was wearing heels to work that day, so I slipped on the heels, and walked into the front reception area where he was working wearing ONLY the fishnet stockings and my heels.

“Good god, you look so sexy, my BBW slave,” he said. “Bend over so I can see your asscrack.”

At his command, I leaned over a chair with my arms, as I stuck my ass toward his face, my large breasts hanging freely. I felt his rough hands lightly massage my pussy lips and ass, then with a smart crack of his hand, spanked my ass.

“Don't look back, I'm going to take a picture of you. Is is okay?” he asked.

“Sure, as long as you don't do anything with it or show it to anyone,” I said.

I heard his camera flash and click as he posed me in a few other positions – my legs wide open, my hand on my pussy, my hands holding my breasts, then he put the camera aside and I saw his hand on my pussy.

"You want me to rub your pussy," he lustily growled at me.

"Yes, please!" I moaned.

He eyed me as he took his two fingers and shoved it into my wet pussy, then rubbing me hard with my slippery cum until I screamed, holding onto the chair. He then unzipped his pants and pulled me onto my knees.

He was still semi-hard when I took him in my mouth, but I felt that I had to conquer his cock. He has had so much experience that I wanted to hear that I was able to be on his “Top 10” list of best cock-suckers. I didn't want to fail, I WANTED TO DIVIDE AND CONQUER!!

Instead of my usual techniques, I decided to do a straight-shot suck and kept my mouth puckered in and tight, creating a vacuum, while he bobbed my head up and down on his cock with his hand. I held on to his shaft, squeezing and jerking him up and down, while my mouth created a suction so tight that within a matter of 10 minutes or so, I felt his cum shooting into my mouth, and as he ended his post-ejaculation stage, I sucked him dry until there was no more cum left to shoot for that moment.

He looked at me with a wide-eyed look and said, “Wow!! That was amazing!!”

“What are you talking about?” I queried.

“That's the second best blowjob I've ever had! The only time I've had it better was with a crackhead whore in New York in the early 90s! And of course, it's going to be hard to beat a crackhead whore...no one can,” he exclaimed.

As we ended the day, he came to my office and physically stood there, in my view, deleting pictures from his camera. He said that the pictures were all for fun, and by keeping them, it would end up messing up our careers...smart move for that man...

So I guess I've finally made his Top 10 list, but wow...a crackhead whore?!? Unbelievable...

Sexcapade Files #38: The Five-Inched Schizo

2011-04-02T20:40:00.005-04:00

A few days after messing around with Jeremy, I was talking on the phone with this guy I was casually dating named Troy. He was a decent guy, pretty talkative and conversational, that we had seen each other a few times, but had never ventured into the realm of “sex”. It seemed as if that main topic was on our minds that evening, when while drunk, he drove over 30 miles to get laid!

As he had mentioned to me before, he forewarned me that he was “rather small, about 5 inches”. I was a bit curious to see how small it really was, since guys either try to overcompensate and boast that they were at least 7-8 inches, or if they were actually the size that they tell women. I had it on my mind while I led him into the house, and we kiss (he was a decent kisser, not too bad, not too horrible), and so I take down his pants just so I can see for myself.

And there it was – a 5-inched white cock nestled in a bed of wiry reddish-brown hair (such a bad thing that he doesn't shave!!), but it was thick, at least. I took his semi-hard, circumcised cock in my hands and slipped it in my mouth.

It honestly didn't take much to deep throat him without any effort. The tip of his head barely hit the back of my throat at all since I didn't gag or choke on it. The only thing that I was thankful for was that although he was within the small realm, it definitely made up for the fact that he was thick – not insanely thick, but he was thick enough.

I started sucking on his balls while my hand made a fist around his short shaft, jerking in hard jerks, until his teeny-weeny stood up in attention. He helped me up and got me undressed, laid me down on the bed, and his head went straight to my clit.

His technique wasn't bad, in fact it was decent. He knew what to focus on, how to stiffen up his tongue to flick my clit over and over again, as he shoved a few fingers into my wet pussy. The only problem I was concerned about was the fact that I was on my last day of my period...

He eventually took his fingers out from my pussy, and they were covered with a thin and transparent layer of blood. I felt so bad that I hadn't mentioned it, but he took a washcloth and wiped his hand and said that he loves having sex when women are on their periods. Kind of weird, I thought, but okay...

So he kneels down between my legs and shoves his 5-incher into my already bloody, yet very wet pussy. As he thrusts in me, my legs hanging on to his waist, I feel the orgasms hitting me, slowly building, until I feel myself slightly bursting from the adrenaline rush. Did I just get an orgasm from a 5-inch cock??

We continue a little bit longer, until he stops and tells me that he doesn't want to come if he can't come inside of me. WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!?! That is so weird...

As we lie there together, it's apparent that we're done fucking, and I tell him that during a booty-call I don't like to cuddle and be all emotional after sex. It just seems so pointless to be emotionally bonded after such a physical thing when we're not even “together”.

So either it was his semi-drunken stupor, or the fact that he was acting a bit weird, he basically starts to pout because I didn't want to cuddle with him after sex. So, just to shut him up, I ended up cuddling with him until he falls asleep. While cuddling, he starts to tell me about his “problems” or inadequacies from being divorced and the fact that he hadn't taken his medication in a while...

Now THAT really scared me by then. I wanted this asshole out of my HOUSE, to never really see him again. But of course, being such a gracious hostess, I ended up letting him sleep until the mid-afternoon, until he finally left, where I would (hopefully) never hear from him again.

And to this day, he hasn't called me (thank god!).

There are just some sexcapade partners who I would never want to ever see again. What is past should definitely stay in the past, especially in this case.

Sexcapade Files #37: Bootleg Celebrity

2011-04-02T19:47:00.004-04:00

During the time of the “Red Room Era”, a certain guest came for a special interview about his work with the Chippendale dancers. This sexy man – who will remain anonymous, but for the sake of the story, his name will be “Jeremy” – also made his living working as an specific celebrity impersonator – who will also remain nameless. So here goes the inside story:

Jeremy arrived there on time to start the interview when there's a bit of a delay – our tech crew was late (AGAIN), and we're waiting for them to arrive to the studio to set up for the broadcast. Lexxi, Jeremy and I were waiting in the patio area, smoking cigarettes, when we start talking about the show, getting ourselves prepped up, we're in a “sex mode”. We end up talking about a lot of sexy topics, from porn to our sexcapades, and to get the mood in gear, watching porn on the TV. Jeremy was in quite a mood that he suggested that we start “playing around”.

Jeremy laid down on the bed sideways, with his feet touching the floor, his pants crumpled down to his calves. Lexxi straddled his waist while still wearing her sexy bejeweled thong, and began to grind him, dry humping him through his underwear, rubbing him back and forth, her hips gyrating on his hard dick. He pleaded for her to fuck him, but she refused, her hips dancing on top of him, as I watch them both.

Not wanting to feel out of the loop, I tell Lexxi to pull out her right breast from her bra, and while she's straddling him, I'm sucking her breast, licking her brown areola in circles, teasing her nipple into a hard nub and then sucking on it for a little while. To be honest, it was kinda hot – not that it was a woman who I was doing it to, but the whole situation of me, another guy, and another girl. Could this be the start of a three-way? I wondered.

I couldn't stand it any longer, just sucking a nipple. I wanted to suck a dick more than anything. So I got down in between Jeremy's knees and asked Lexxi to move herself so I could pull down his underwear.

What I saw was nothing out of the ordinary. He was shaved (thank god), but he was of average girth and kind of on the thin side. However, as I got closer, I smelled a nice sweet smell of coconut on his dick, so it was definitely an appealing scent – he knew how to take care of himself.

I took his dick by the shaft and licked his dick. My, was it a soft and sweet-tasting dick. I had NEVER tasted a dick that good before. It didn't smell of ball-sweat at all – just the sweet taste of coconut lotion. I was so glad that this was a man who knew how to groom himself, to know that moisturizing your cock wasn't such a bad thing!!

So while Lexxi was riding him on top, (apparently she was also trying to kiss his neck) her ass was so close to hitting me while I was trying to suck him, but she kept on riding him like a pro. My tongue began to explore his coconut-scented cock, licking his shaft, swirling around his head, my mouth massaging his balls, all the while having a great time, the three of us messing around on the bed.

Suddenly, we hear a knock on the door – the tech crew is here! “Oh shit!” we all scrambled off the bed and got ourselves situated, Lexxi and Jeremy both went to the bathroom, while I let the tech crew come in to get set up, we tried to cover up that anything happened before they got there.

We went on with the interview, but the three of us definitely had something on our minds – we have to finish this sexcapade off. So we decided to take a really long break, played some music for a while, and got ourselves situated on the bed again.

So as Lexxi was riding him again, I tried to make out with him. Man, was he a horrible kisser – his tongue was so inflexible, how it was poking in and out of my mouth, his mouth barely moved – it made me feel like I was making out with a lizard (which was the same feedback I got from Lexxi later on about this sexcapade). After a while, I got bored and went back to his coconut-scented cock again.

This time, I was in that zone, where I wanted this guy to get off as soon as possible, to kind of show him how this sex business is done by the two “sexperts”. I began to stroke his cock in my hands, but as I jerked him with one hand, my mouth created a vacuum on his head, my lips sucked as hard as I could, while my hand jerked him quickly. I felt him gyrate his hips a bit, and then suddenly, he shoots hot liquid cum in my mouth, and I caught it all, his cum tasting clean mixed in with the coconut scent of his cock, swallowing all of his juices.

After his cock ceased from jerking from his post-ejaculation, he quickly pulls his pants up and we say our goodbyes so he can get to his next engagement. We quickly finish out the show with another 15 minutes on the air, then we sign off to get to a club somewhere in the downtown area.

So I can finally say that I've sucked off an “almost” celebrity, or rather a bootleg one at that! :-)

Veronica's back!!!!

2011-04-02T18:48:00.005-04:00

Hello loyal horny readers:

I am back after a very long hiatus from writing this blog. All the sex I've experienced this past year has gotten me so side-tracked from other obligations and responsibilities that I had to take care of. So I'm very very sorry that I haven't been able to share any stories about my current sex life (which, to tell you the truth, has been very interesting, by far!).

I've been receiving a lot of e-mails from readers asking me why I haven't updated this blog, so I'm sorry for disappointing you all in any way. I don't want to abandon my readers, but my life has been so busy that it's sometimes hard to take time to catch up and tell you all the things that have happened sexually in my life.

But now I'm back (and after getting a few guilt-trip e-mails from readers to update my blog), I should have things up-to-date within the next 2 or 3 weeks. After this little update post, I will be releasing about 2 stories by the end of tonight, as promised!!

So thank you for all the support and concern! I really appreciate it, it makes me feel as if there are people who are interested in what I have to say. :-) Thanks for being there! I love you all!

-Veronica Urbana

Black Book Update

2010-09-01T20:27:00.003-04:00

Hello SC69 Sex Fiends!!

Just wanted to give everyone a little hello and peep in to see how everyone is, since it's been a few weeks since I've been able to post anything. There are about 5 new sexcapades that I still have to post, but unfortunately, (highly suspect) due to a recent sexcapade, I somehow got a bad case of pink eye and am unfortunately am still healing from it. Yes, PINK EYE!

Ugh, this pink eye is so evil!! I've never had it before, and now I know why it's so horrible. Plus, I had a bad cold and having to suffer through that in a room where the A/C has been broken for more than a week has been very painful. All I could do was lie down and listen to the TV, sweating like a pig and blow tissue after tissue of really thick mucus...not too bearable in this Florida weather. Right now, I'm not 100%, but I'm definitely better from where I was last week.

I promise that once I'm 100% and I can see a lot better, I will get back to all of you with the wonderful and whirldwind world of Veronica Urbana! It definitely has been a pretty exciting time, and unfortunately it came screeching to a halt after this pink eye incident (which, I have now learned - NEVER have a first-time lay squirt cum on your eyes EVER!!!).

Thanks for the support everyone, keep reading and checking frequently for posts, I will be back shortly!! :-)

Feeling Rejected

2010-08-09T01:37:00.005-04:00

Nothing really beats thinking that you're going to get laid in a weekend when plans fall through. Kind of disappointed when not one, but TWO lays decide to bail out on me...not sure why, but I guess they had plans or decided that pussy wasn't much of an importance for them. Not that I'm taking it personal, it just sucks when people tell you they're going to be down and you get yourself prepped up, all ready to suck cock and get yourself fucked right in the pussy, feeling that anticipation, when they end up not calling you at all. At LEAST call and say that you can't make it, you know? Common decency, which sometimes some people lack at time, I understand that...I'm just kind of annoyed at the moment.

So what does a girl do when she feels rejected? I guess it's time to heat up some popcorn, turn on the vibrator, and watch porn, the more cocks the better...I guess it's gonna be a slow one-woman show night, and no one to warm up my pussy lips for me...:-(

Help Veronica get to Las Vegas for a very special Sexcapade File!!!

2010-08-04T04:03:00.004-04:00

Hello SC69 fans!

I was wondering if I could ask any of you a favor...

I am planning on going to Vegas in the early part of September in order to fulfill some very wild sexcapades at the Power Exchange in Las Vegas. However, I'm in desperate need of funds to get me there...

I need to raise $500 before September 1st in order to go!! For anyone who donates some money, I will be sending you a very special sex surprise when I come back (through e-mail of course...maybe some personal, special Vegas sexcapade pictures??)

If anyone can help me, please click on the Paypal link to donate some cash for me!! Any amount is much appreciated (although the bigger the amount, the better)...

Thanks for the support and happy sexing!!!

Lexxi's Blog!!!

2010-08-03T05:03:00.007-04:00

Hey SC69 and Red Room fans!!

I just wanted to let everyone know that my "Red Room" co-host, Lexxi, now has her own sexblog!! It's called "Sex, Leather and Lace"

Please support her by checking it out, no doubt she has a lot of stories to share with all of you...I should know because she's a great personal friend of mine.

She has just started it this weekend, but she'll be building up her blog posts soon, so check it out and show some love!!

Sexcapade Files #36: Thumbfuck

2010-08-03T05:00:00.006-04:00

It was another afternoon at the office – making calls, closing deals, and smoking cigarettes. However, something that I discovered about myself came out from this very interesting sexcapade between myself and my boss.

We were in the front desk area taking a break from working in the muggy heat of the office when he rolled his chair in front of mine, and said, “I want to eat your pussy while you sit on my face.”

Of course, I was up for the challenge. I unzipped my jeans and untangled myself from my thong, and I felt his fingertips softly teasing my pussy lips and my ass crack. He lay on the floor near the edge of the desk, and I squatted down onto his face, my arms bracing the side of the desk, my feet balancing on tiptoe, trying to keep myself from falling over. His lips sucked my clit, his tongue sliding upward into my pussy hole, then moving upward to tease my clit again with his tongue, all the while whimpering from his mouth, but at the same time, feeling a bit cramped from squatting and not smothering him with my pussy.

I stood up, and he sat down on the chair, and he ordered me to lean my ass towards him. I felt him finger my pussy, making me clench and tighten, but suddenly, he switched fingers and inserted his THUMB into my pussy. His hand cupped the front part of my pelvis, and I could feel his thumb jabbing into me very hard, so hard that I started to cum and have a majorly big orgasm, my pussy squeezing his thumb, the orgasm taking so much control over me that I was screaming, holding on to the desk and his shoulder, my head leaning forward, I couldn't move from the powering sensation. He slowed down his thumbfucking, but soon started it all over again, in faster movements, thrusting hard into my pussy, cumming AGAIN, when I felt a liquid-like moisture trickle out of me. Could it be that I squirted from a thumbfuck??!?

After a few minutes, he slowed down and I had to stop to catch my breath, since I was still panting from the orgasms. I got dressed, and he had unzipped his pants, his hard cock all ready for me to play with. I got down on my hands and knees and started to suck, to play around with the balls, swirl my tongue around his cock, but he stopped me from doing just that – he just wanted me to suck!

So as I sucked, he was guiding me (the first guy in a long time to tell me what to do with his cock!!), holding my head, pushing it down for me to thrust. I wasn't used to a guy pushing my head into his cock (I like to do it my way, at my pace), so I tried to hold on, taking breaths whenever I could, trying to swallow any bit of vomit that would rise up into my throat. It was definitely the first time where someone didn't want a teabagging or a ball-juggle, just a simple, good old fashioned cock suck. I sucked him some more, trying to figure out what type of mouth pressure he liked, and finally, he took out his cock from my mouth, jerked it with his hand, and as he jerked I played with the tip of his head with my tongue whenever the head slid out from its foreskin. He finally came and shot hot cum into my mouth, and I cleaned up bits of his after cum with my tongue, sucking it a few more times before he was done, swallowing the salty creaminess.

According to my boss, he said that I gave an “okay” blowjob, then teased me to piss me off to say that I sucked badly. WTF?! I'd better prove it the next time, even if it was a joke...:-(

Sexcapade Files #35: 2 Men + 2 Places = 12 Hours (Part II)

2010-08-02T04:15:00.008-04:00

Fast forward seven hours later, when Cedric and I met for dinner and headed back to my place. We were in my room, talking and cuddling on the bed, when our lips met, and our sexcapade began. His soft lips brushed against mine, our arms entwined around each other, and our kisses became more urgent and passionate. We threw our clothes off onto the floor in a messy heap, and then he asked me to suck his cock.

There was the 12-inch monster. To be honest, I was terrified by it. Not that I thought it would hurt me, on the contrary; his cock has given me some of the best orgasms I've had in years. However, this would be the first time that I'd ever sucked something that LARGE, and I was afraid of the unknown. What if I failed? What if I couldn't shove it down my throat? I've never tried to deep throat something that large in my whole sex life...and for once, I started to doubt myself.

As sat myself in between his legs and look at the endeavor before me. I shyly took his cock with my right hand, squeezing and stroking it, and licked his head. Wow, was he hard and so ready. It was like a giant anaconda of cocks, his penis hole staring at me in the eye to “take him down”. I opened my mouth, breathed deeply, and shoved it down my throat – and it wouldn't go all the way down! His girth was almost as large as a beer bottle, and my lips weren't wide enough to accommodate it. I could only take in about half of it (6 inches), because the more I tried to go down, the wider his cock became. My mouth felt stuck, like trying to force yourself into a pair of jeans that you know won't fit, but you're too stubborn to admit that you gained some weight.

Did I feel like a failure. I honestly thought Monster Chocolate Cock was my Waterloo, but Ultimate Ruler Cock King was my Armaggedon. It was like a giant cock fortress before my eyes, and the Goliath of Cocks brought me down. It was disappointing, after all of the deep throat exercises, I couldn't shove this damned 12-inch cock down my throat. I guess I will definitely have to work on that, for as long as I can stand it, to stretch my mouth in order to deep throat this giant cock in my mouth.

Cedric didn't seem to mind. His lips murmured pleasure sounds from his lips, giving me his approval. I continued to stroke his cock with my tightened fist, jerking him while I sucked his balls, juggling them in my mouth, then raising my mouth again to tighten my lips around his head, creating a hard suction while teasing my tongue around his head.

I raised my head and straddled my legs around his waist, kissing his lips once again, looking deep into his eyes. He then bent his head forward to suck my breasts, first the right one and then the left, biting and sucking them into a sexually tame state of pleasure and pain, my brown nipples once again succumbing into hard nubs.

As he sucked my breasts, I felt his hard cock rubbing itself on my clit, our hips grinding in sync, and I felt myself getting hotter, hornier, and wetter as he stroked his cock on me. And then...he slipped inside me, and I felt my pussy stretching to accommodate his large girth. His hips thrust into my pussy, and as I felt his cock sliding in and out, I held on to the pillow, the thrusting became gradually fervent, I could feel a big orgasm coming on, my pussy starting to clench around his cock, the pleasure adrenaline rising, my knuckles turning white from my clenched fists, my moans and whimpers getting louder, and I smothered myself into the pillow, biting my lips to sustain the potential scream in my throat, riding through the big orgasm that felt as if it went on for minutes, a tsunami wave after another. That was the first time I came from being on top (and it had never happened before!)

He flipped me onto my back, and he inserted himself into me – all 12-inches, completely in (the first time), I widened my legs apart farther, my legs back to stretch myself, and he began to thrust again. His chest against mine, I engulfed my legs around his waist to get his body closer to me, feeling him deeper into my pussy. He really was a force to be reckoned with, a giant cock monster scaring me with its eye, but giving a sense of pleasure that I had been missing from my sexcapades the past few years until recently. He thrust his cock into me again, this time a bit harder, and within 10 minutes, I was back on Cloud 9, feeling another orgasm coming through as I felt my fingers dig deep into his back, my mouth shut tight to stifle a scream, and I rode through minutes of a big orgasm.

He laid me on my stomach, and went in between my legs again, this time as doggy style. This position was somewhat uncomfortable, mainly because of my big ass, second because the angle hit a few spots that slightly pinched as he thrust, but we somehow made it work. He straddled his hands around my upper torso, one arm on each side of me, as he thrust his cock into me again. Uncomfortable or not, he still made me come after a few more minutes. By this time, I couldn't help myself and screamed softly, trying to cover my mouth with a pillow, but it was no use – 3 Big O's had hit me that night, and I couldn't help myself any longer.

I guess he couldn't take the heat and the orgasms any longer either, because he ended up cumming all over my ass and lower back, his cock spitting out hot and sticky cum, as we both panted our way from our sexual heat.

After wiping ourselves off, we lay next to each other, cuddled, and he began to snore himself off into dreamland. Myself, however, lay with a very smug look on my face and thought to myself: You are such a big slut!! You just had two guys in twelve hours!! Awesome!!!

Who said that girls couldn't play the game of players, anyway?? :-)

Sexcapade Files #34: 2 Men + 2 Places = 12 Hours (Part I)

2010-07-19T01:18:00.006-04:00

I had never, ever, in my life, had slept with more than one person at a time. Usually, whenever I end up sleeping with someone, I usually wait some time before I move on to the next person, my next conquest. I never knew I could be capable of being able to satisfy two men in two different places within a span of a day, let alone a twelve-hour period.

Sometime in the afternoon during the week, my boss and I were having a friendly chat in his office when he said, “Just you sitting in that chair, not even doing anything makes me want to eat your pussy so bad,”, as he pushed his chair closer to me, and reached his hand to rub my pussy with my jeans still on. He swung my legs over his shoulders, my head leaning on the low back of the chair I was sitting on, my arms balancing my torso on his shoulders. I unzipped my jeans, and his hands jerkily pulled off my pants and underwear, and his head dived into the softness of my pussy lips, his tongue licking my clit, as I hung to the arms of the chair I was sitting on, feeling my pussy getting wet and so very horny.

He then lifted his head and thrust his two fingers into me, feeling his thick fingers digging into my vagina, and THEN he finally hit it – my G-spot. My soft whimpers became full screams in an instant, as I was hanging onto dear life, my head thrown back, screaming my way through intense orgasm after intense orgasm, my hips convulsing, the feeling of it felt as if I had been sliding from a high-rise rollercoaster, feeling the adrenaline rush, that wonderful feeling, as the orgasms kept building up for about ten minutes, then they finally subsided.

He stopped, and said the words that I finally wanted to hear from him: “Let's fuck!” I rushed into my office to grab a condom, threw my shirt on the floor, and positioned myself on the mattress, my legs to my chest, spread-eagled. He knelt on the floor, tried to put on the condom, and...FAILURE TO LAUNCH - he couldn't get it up! He tried to jerk himself off, put the condom on, and insert his semi-hard cock into me, but it was not use – he hadn't used a condom for years since he had been with his partner, and isn't used to wearing one, so his hard-on he had a few minutes ago withered away into its supine shell. He pulled off the condom, and decided to jerk off – but instead, I had an idea.

“Rub your cock on my clit,” I ordered.

His head rubbed on my clit, rubbing his semi-hard cock up and down with some pressure that I felt another orgasm coming along. But this orgasm that came wasn't stimulated by a G-spot...however...

I felt my pussy muscles clenching so tight, tighter than it had been from the times he had been licking and stroking my pussy, that I heard myself screaming at the top of my lungs all over again, just from having his cock rub my clit with heavy pressure. Minutes passed, and I could still feel my hands clenching the sides of my bed, my heart beating a hundred miles a minute, feeling that exhilarating rush I felt from the G-spot orgasm, my throat shouting such a splitting scream that anyone passing by would've thought that I was being raped or murdered in the building – but it felt so good, so wonderful and such a release that the orgasm felt like it was fifteen minutes.

A few minutes later, I felt his warm cum shoot onto my stomach, oozing onto the mattress of the bed. It felt wonderful for me...wonderful for him too, but boy did he feel guilty when a few minutes later, his partner called his phone...and he purposefully missed the call to get himself calmed down and cleaned up...

Tune in for the next part of this story tomorrow!

Playing the Mistress

2010-07-18T22:08:00.003-04:00

I've discovered another sexual side of myself that I never considered myself ever doing in not only a sexual realm, but a relationship realm as well – playing the “mistress”. Mind you, I'm pretty familiar playing the “mistress” within the BDSM realm, but to be the “other woman” in a sexual relationship is definitely very new to me, so usually against my morals (or whatever is left of them), but I find myself highly fascinated about this world, regardless of how dangerous and taboo this situation is for me, for the person I'm sleeping with, and the woman who is completely oblivious to the situation.

Although I've been badly burned in the past by an emotional affair that wrecked the way I viewed relationships from that moment forward, playing the mistress gives me such an adrenaline rush. I find it highly enticing and addicting that this man, who is already happily with someone else (minus the nonexistent sex life), would risk everything – his company, his relationship, his career reputation – in order to have his mouth on my clit, his fingers in my pussy, and scream in the throws of sexual passion until I find myself sweating from the intense orgasm he gave me, waiting over 10 minutes to catch my breath from panting so hard from my ORGASM. It makes me feel so powerful that my scent drives him crazy, that whatever I wear – regardless if it's a T-shirt-and-track pants day or a somewhat conservative business casual attire – makes him want me, the nearness of my presence makes his body literally warm and his cock hard with sexual desire whenever I walk into the room. It is that power I crave, that instant boost of ego and sexual confidence, that makes me feel on top of the world, like I'm invincible, even though I know how totally WRONG the situation really is.

I've often wondered why I've had such a change of heart and decision about this situation. Why am I allowing this to happen when I've been badly hurt by someone else through their cheating? Why am I callous about the other woman's potential feelings of hurt and betrayal? Is it because I know that I'm satisfying her man and not she? Is it that he finds me more sexually desirable than she? Is it because he finds me more of his sexual equal than she? Or is it that I've already justified in my mind that this is okay to do mainly because he has made his decision, and he's the one who can hurt her more than anyone can imagine?

The only problem I find about this situation is the massive guilt he has laid on himself every time something happens between us, which is completely understandable. Knowing that he has a conscience and a heart means he really is a good guy after all, that he doesn't want to hurt her at all, he just finds me so desirable that making me cum in his mouth gives him the greatest thrill and the greatest guilt trip possible.

I'm not sure as to how far I can take this sexual relationship, but it would definitely be interesting as this pans out. I will have to ponder on this some more as the days move forward...

Sexcapade Files #33: The Ultimate Ruler King Cock

2010-07-15T00:32:00.007-04:00

This week has definitely been a week of surprises, and this past Saturday night/Sunday morning's sexcapade fits perfectly with the trend of surprises – a nice end to the week and a perfect beginning for the week to come (and with this sexcapade, I really mean COOMMMMMMMMMMMMMEEEEEE).

My close friend Cedric was with me this past Saturday night after the broadcast, and I was telling him about my disappointment about this week's show. For some reason, I couldn't bring up the sexual energy, and the fact that I couldn't get myself off before and during the show made me very concerned about what had happened. He wrapped me in his arms and gave me a kiss (our first kiss), that I felt something else besides his tongue and lips softly tickling my tongue (was it sparks?). He told me that he couldn't leave me tonight, seeing that I was in such distress, so he followed me home.

We got to my house, and he and I cuddled in bed, softly kissing each others' lips. His lips were surprisingly gentle and and soft, while he held me in his arms. I felt comfortable in his embrace, but then he said that he wanted to get under the covers because it was getting pretty cold in the room (which was definitely understandable, I'm not sure why my roommates have the air conditioning on all the time when it's freezing). We pulled the covers down, and as we got settled in, Cedric gave me a bit of a shock:

Cedric: “Oh, what have we here?” he smirked.

Me: “Um...that's my vibrator,” I shyly said.

Cedric: “Oh really?” he smirked again.

I heard him click on the vibrator, and as I lay on my back, still fully clothed, I felt the vibrator traveling up and down the top of my hips and thighs, the vibrations going through my jeans like skimming waves. I felt myself relaxed and somewhat – horny.

Cedric: “Does that feel good?”

Me: “Very, I like the vibrations.”

Cedric: “You know that this would feel a lot better with your clothes off.”

And without skipping a beat, I unzipped my jeans and shoved them off with my feet. The vibrator traveled between my legs, softly and slowly, moving first from the inside of my thigh to the outer part of my pussy lips. He bent his head to kiss my lips, and our kisses first went from soft to more urgent, but still gentle. His long fingers brushed against my clit, and I could feel my pussy wet from his touch. He pulled off his clothes and threw him on the floor, and my hands instinctively went to his cock, and WOW was I in for a surprise.

His cock was MASSIVE – it was almost as thick as my wrist, and about as long as my arm. It was HUGE – most likely the largest cock I had ever seen in person. It was enticing, but at the same time, I felt a surge of fear in me – that thing could rip me apart to shreds!

I moved my hand to rub his cock, slowly stroking it with my fist, feeling his anaconda cock from top to bottom. From what he told me, he actually has a 12-inch cock, and I didn't believe it at first, until now. It made me worry, how was I going to be able to be fucked by that? How would I be able to shove that down my throat? Would it be possible? Would I falter and fail with this cock? The doubts nagged my brain.

He lay on top of me, and he edged himself between my legs, missionary style. He wanted to take care of me, so he was being as gentle as possible, as my emotionally-vulnerable self was being taken care of by a 12-inch cock-man. His mouth engulfed my left breast, sucking and licking my breasts into submission, while suddenly, I feel a large force rubbing my clit. It was his cock!! His cock was rubbing my clit, in slow strokes, but the more he stroked, the more I felt his massively large cock inching itself into my me, getting deeper and deeper...

It took him at least 15 minutes to get it in me, mainly because he was massively large, and also because my pussy muscles were so tight, he had to work his way into me. It felt really nice, but I had also warned him to be gentle, for fear that he could break me in half with that thing. With that being said, he was still very gentle, although it had hurt a few times as he thrust into me (I was at my limit, he could only put in 10 inches in), but as I got used to the size, he started to develop a quicker rhythm, gentle like he promised. As he made his quick and shallow thrusts, I could feel myself coming so intensely, it was coming in large waves, like multiple tsunamis coming after one after another. I hung on to his back, clutching him, sweat broke from my forehead and started to stream from my face, and the orgasms came so intensely, I couldn't help myself. It felt like a 10-minute orgasm, one after another after another, my pussy squeezing so tight that I felt like I was going to heaven and went back down again. I hadn't felt that type of orgasm in four years – it was completely exhilarating.

I guess my orgasms were so intense that he came – he slipped himself out of me and came on my leg, as I tried to calm myself down from that 10-minute long intense orgasm. According to him, it was 3 orgasms in a matter of minutes, but it felt like one drawn-out 10-minute long intense orgasm to me. I didn't care – it was absolutely divine, and I definitely will want to sleep with him again if he can make me come as intensely the next time.

Unfortunately, we couldn't do a Round 2, since he had to go, but as he was about to walk out the door, he lay on the bed for a moment and ended up sleeping on my shoulder for about 15 minutes before I could wake him up again. It was finally around 6:30 am until he left my place and I could go to sleep.

When the next time comes that Cedric and I end up in this very same sexual position, I will try to see what I can do to deep throat that monster – it would most likely be a challenge. But what can I say, does it seem like my sex life has gotten a little more frequent lately now that I'm on the radio show? :-)

Sexcapade Files #32: The Illicit Office Affair – Part IV

2010-07-14T23:30:00.007-04:00

As the days went by, the sexual tension between my boss just kept on getting stronger, the sexual acts became more vigorous, more dangerous, and more enticing. This is my story, and I'm sticking to it. :-)

Last week was definitely a week of more sexual foreplay, so much of it that now I really want him to fuck me, to feel his hard cock inside of me, making me cum intensely that I feel my pussy squeeze as much cum out of his hard cock as possible. Our days usually consist of mainly: work, hanging out, smoking, and “playtime”. Here is a rundown of one of the most memorable “playtime sessions”:

This was the first day we ended going further than just touching each other, and after he had teased my breasts in his hands, kneaded them and sucked my brown nipples into wrinkled nubs, he pulled out his trusty mattress, took a sheet and my trusty towel and lay on the bed. Without any fanfare (mainly because we had teased each other for so long), he rested his head between my open legs, and stroked my pulsing engorged clit, first with the length of his tongue, then with the tip, moving from outer pussy lips to inner, tasting and feeling my cum go from watery wet to sticky, as he carefully licked it with such skill and experience that I felt my hands clenching the sides of the bed, my hips bobbing up and down, riding the waves of sexual ecstasy that I could hear myself whimper and moan.

He slipped two fingers into my pussy, as he first thrust them in, then he twisted them inside of me, feeling my pussy tighten up as he played, still feeling his tongue dance along my slippery clit. He then puckered his mouth around my clit as if to suck on it, but instead, I felt his lips gnaw on my clit, and suddenly I felt the pressure build up, more and more, until I came and squirted all over the towel and on his face. A few seconds later, he raises his head, and the bottom part of his mouth and jaw is shiny from my pussy juice. As I catch my breath, he waits a few minutes, then moves his head back in between my legs, for a total of 4 squirts in that position, in a half hour, the fourth squirt being the most memorable, mainly because a lot of pussy juice gushed out from me.

I told him that now he would have to keep his promise, now that he had made me come 4 times: I get to suck his cock. He lay on the bed, and I lay on his stomach, my head facing his cock, 69-style. I looked at his cock – brown, thick, uncut, about the perfect size for me (about 7-8 inches). It had a pretty clean smell to it – it had a slight manly smell, but not too pungent to where I didn't want to suck it. I took his head in, sucked on his head, licking the slit, and then I shoved the whole thing in my mouth. It was rather difficult sucking his cock, mainly because he was distracting me by licking my clit the whole while, and the fact that his upper torso was a lot longer than mine definitely gave me a bit of a strain, but it was a nice sexual challenge to suck his cock, sliding my hand up and down on his foreskin, massaging his balls while licking his head, teasing his vein. I lay on his stomach, sucking his head, while I felt his tongue dance on my clit and vagina, feeling his tongue slide in and out of me.

Soon, he had me flipped back on the mattress, his head again between my legs, where I squirted one more time, but as he licked me, he was rubbing his cock, wanting to come as I came, so after I had come, he raised his torso, and I saw his thick brown hand stroking his cock in thick strokes. I told him to come to my head because I wanted to swallow his cum and he obliged, quickly hobbling on his knees to my head, and as I licked his head, he finally came, and squirted his sperm load into my mouth, and cleaned his head with my mouth. His cum tasted very clean, the sweetest cum I had tasted, swallowing the creamy liquid down my throat. Later on, he admitted to me that from all his years of having sex, this was the first time he had ever cum in a woman's mouth. So I guess I've taught him a thing or two...:-)

Later on that afternoon, we did another quickie on his bed, where he made me squirt one MORE time that afternoon – definitely one that lasted about 10 minutes, but we ended the day with me squirting 6 times within a span of sexual activity of 1 hour...not bad for the first day, right?

Sexcapade Files #31: The Illicit Office Affair – Part III

2010-07-07T18:09:00.005-04:00

Yesterday, I arrived to work soaked from the rain during my usual 30-minute scooter drive to work – my jeans, work jacket, and my red knit blouse all had blotches of wetness from the rain, so my boss had commented that I should just take off my top so I could dry off. Not hesitating for a moment, I pulled off each layer with ease, first my blouse, then my bra, until my breasts were hanging freely for my boss to touch. As I stood before him sitting in a chair behind the front desk, his mouth surrounded my right nipple, licking and nipping at them until I whimpered with pleasure, while his hand rolled my left nipple until it became wrinkled and hard. He kneaded my breasts in his deft hands, squeezing them with just enough weight, as his tongue licked the cleavage area of my right breast, then proceeded to suck and bite the left breast, while I hung onto his shoulders, my head turned back, whimpering from the pleasure he was giving me.

One of his hands ended up between my legs, and he was rubbing me from the outside of my jeans. He ordered me to turn back and lean over against the desk, to where my ass was pointed outward towards my boss's face. He pulled down my pants and underwear enough to expose my ass crack, and soon I felt his tongue softly stroking my ass crack, feeling the tip of his tongue, wet and smooth, sliding up and down my chubby ass cheeks. I moaned in pleasure, enjoying the sensation of his very skilled tongue tickling my ass, making me want him more.

We then stopped and proceeded back to work, but it wasn't long until he came knocking on my door asking if he could “play” again. I was sitting behind my desk, still topless, when he came around and reached over to grab my breasts. He got on his hands and knees, edging himself between my legs, and I felt his mouth sucking my breasts again, his hand squeezing one breast, as his left hand started to pry underneath my panties. His fingers started to rub my very eager clit, feeling the wetness (and the blood, unfortunately), and I moaned loudly, feeling his rough fingers rubbing my pulsing clit up and down, as his mouth sucked my nipple, over and over again. Then, he raised his head up and said, “I want you to touch yourself as I rub you.”

I couldn't resist such a request. I reached underneath my panties, and I rubbed my clit in circles, in the spots that I loved to touch the most, while he rubbed my clit as well. It was so hot, pleasuring myself while he was pleasuring me at the same time, two different hands on my clit, one was mine, and was was his. He then moved his hand away, while I was still rubbing myself, and he dug a finger into my pussy, sliding it in an out, feeling the tightness and the strength of my pussy.

“Oh my god, you're so tight!” he said with sexual fervor.

I couldn't help myself, I wanted to suck his cock SO BAD. I wanted to taste his cock in my mouth that I wanted to beg for it, and I didn't care.

“Please let me suck your dick,” I begged.

“Remember our rule, I won't let you suck my cock until you come,” he said.

This was getting too much for me to handle....in a good way.

As I continued to rub my clit with my left hand, his finger dug into the hollow of my pussy, first with just one finger, and then with two. His thick fingers swirled and dug to find my G-spot, and as we continued with our foreplay, I felt my pussy gradually tense, my back arched, and my moans got louder, as he thrust his fingers into me, I felt my pussy getting tighter and tighter, feeling sexual ecstasy getting closer, until he stopped and saw the blood on his fingers (he was afraid that he had hurt me down there), and we took a breather to get some work done. I sat at my desk, trying to catch my breath and get some work done, and for about an hour, everything was okay. I somehow decided to not put my clothes on, so I sat at my desk doing work with nothing on except my panties.

About an hour later, he knocks on my door, peers in, and notices that I didn't have any clothes on. I told him that I felt most comfortable in the nude, since even at home I rarely put clothes on except when I have to go to a communal area in the house. He told me to stop by his office so “we can play” some more. I couldn't resist another “play time”, especially with the pleasure he gave me an hour before.

I wait another half hour in order to finish more work. He's at his desk, working on the computer, when I walk in, naked except for some panties, to talk about something he wanted to show me. He was explaining something about the business, when he stopped and said, “Your tits are so fucking hot,” and decided to engulf his favorite breast (the right one) into his mouth. As he sucked, I again couldn't contain myself and started to whimper softly from his touch.

He raised his head and we kissed, our lips and tongues wrestled as our heads swayed from side to side, back and forth, our passion rising. Our lips released and I started to lick his neck, my limber tongue licking him in long strokes, then the tip of my tongue flicking his salty skin, and I could hear him groaning, “Oh god, you have a skillful tongue!” over and over again. His hands touching my back, but while I licked and nipped at his neck, his body froze for a while, and all I could hear was his hard breathing and his groans.

He suggested that I lay on the mattress in his office (yes, he has a mattress – he sometimes needs to lie down because of the headaches he gets in the middle of the day), and so he pulled it out, covered it with a sheet, and told me to lay on it, face down. I obliged, and I felt his rough hands stroking my back lightly, across my shoulders, then down my back, lightly pressing the muscles of my hands, feeling the heat from his palms. He then pulled off my panties halfway, so my ass cheeks were exposed, and I felt his tongue licking my ass crack again, ever so gently, probing that sensitive indentation.

I flipped myself over, lying on my back, and I straddled my legs around his waist, as he dry humped me for a bit, before proceeding to peel back a portion of my panties, to thrust two fingers into my pussy. As he dug his nimble fingers in my pussy, my arms and hands bracing myself, feeling my pussy tighten around his fingers, he unzipped his shorts and pulled out his uncut cock for me to rub. His cock was still soft, and according to him, he had learned how to control his erections very well, but the feeling of his uncut cock in my hands felt sublime. I loved the softness of it, and although I wasn't sure as to how big he was hard, I couldn't wait to get my mouth around his head and suck it, which may take a while before he allowed me to do so.

A few minutes later, he took his fingers out from my pussy, and I caught my breath from our little pussy play. We tried to get back to work, but obviously we had one thing on our mind – we definitely needed to get this sexual tension into fruition. Hopefully in a day or so this period of mine will be out for the month, and then the real fun begins...

Sexcapade Files #30: The Illicit Office Affair - Part II

2010-07-05T02:35:00.009-04:00

This past week has been a whirlwind of sexual buildup and tension, so strong that it actually makes me horny walking into the office. It hits me as I drive to work, and the feeling gets stronger and stronger the closer I get to the office.

Sometimes I see my boss standing outside the office smoking a cigarette, as if he were waiting for me to arrive. I walk in with him, and the wave of sexual tension washes over me like a tsunami, so overpowering that it's hard to ignore what's going on. We chit chat, he sometimes sits inside my office or I sit in his, and as we talk, he mentions in passing that he would love to suck on my tits.

The first time we did something sexual was when he had told me that he would love to see my tits. I was wearing a T-shirt, a sports bra, and track pants that day, so I walked over to where he was sitting (which was at the front desk area), and asked him, "Do you want to see my tits?" and raised my shirt and bra to where my large brown breasts were exposed, hanging like two large water balloons on my chest.

He said, "Oh, I can't resist, they're so fucking hot," and he reached out and touched the right nipple, then the other, first lightly stroking them in circles, then he buried his face into my right breast and consumed it with his mouth.

The feeling was electric - his mouth sucked on them with such skill and finesse that it had been so long since my breasts were sucked that way. The feeling shot through my whole body, sexual ecstasy shooting from my breast to the rest of my body, and he clung on as I felt my chest fall forward into his face, my head and back slightly arched back as I moaned and whimpered louder and louder as he ravaged my sex-hungry breasts. He then licked my breasts in long and slow strokes with his experienced tongue, then flicked my nipples quickly with the tip, and then he did the most surprising thing - he pressed my breasts together with both of his hands until the nipples were almost touching, pointing towards each other, and then consumed both nipples in his mouth, sucking them in that rough way that I enjoyed the most, but hadn't been done since others weren't as skilled or had wanted to rough house them the way I wanted to.

My legs straddled his right leg, and his hand easily reached under me and started to rub my clit from the outside of my track pants. Regardless of having my period at this time, I wasn't willing to go beyond second base for fear of not enjoying it as thoroughly (plus, I don't enjoy having sex on my period...it has been done before in my past, and it wasn't fun seeing a murder scene everywhere after the fact), but it was very pleasurable, feeling his fingers on my clit from the outside of my pants, rubbing it while he ravaged my sex hungry breasts. He released my breasts from his mouth's grasp, and ordered me to kiss him - our lips and tongues wrestled with each other, his moist mouth tasted of cigarettes, and he asked me to spit in his mouth. While kissing, I gathered enough spit to pour into his hungry mouth, and that made his mouth move faster and more urgent, whispering between kisses how much my spit tasted delicious, and my arms cradled his head, my hands rubbing his smooth, bald head while we pleasured ourselves in our passionate embrace.

Soon, we stopped, because he was worried that he would get tempted even further to want to push me on the table, pull my pants off, and eat my pussy until it was raw.

And the rest of the week was like that - off and on sexually tempting one another, his hands constantly wandering to touch my breasts, weighing them in his hands, his hands touching my body made me want to tell myself to "fuck the period, I want to fuck him now!!!" but trying to stop myself from doing so until my period ended. And this would happen about 2-3 times a day, where sometimes, during our breast foreplay, I would reach down and rub his cock from the outside of his pants, rubbing it until he became semi-hard, and enjoying the sensation of his mouth ravaging my breasts. It has definitely made work a lot more fun and exciting, so much that sometimes I can't even focus on work because I'm thinking of when the next time it would be that we enjoyed another session of foreplay.

I have a feeling that this week we'll be headed to another direction in our sexual relationship, once my period is done and over with. We have talked about it, and he has told me that he has been able to place the guilt behind him and can continue this sexual relationship within the office. We've also sworn each other to secrecy of not telling anyone (including his "wife") about this situation, since it would mean my job, and his relationship with my boss.

We'll see how this pans out within the next few weeks, but I promise to update more as soon as I see how this plays out...

Sexcapade Files #29: The Red Room Experiment

2010-07-04T16:02:00.013-04:00

Last night's "Red Room" show was definitely something of an experience, and it somehow broke the borderline from a bunch of people talking about sex to sexual experimentation in the "name of science".

For anyone who had listened to the show last night, anything that you may had been wondering had happened during intermissions REALLY DID HAPPEN! Let me give you a rundown of the turn of events:

We had a special guest with us last night, spit-fiery Dominican-Mexican "Sexy Lexxi" appearing on the show, a bisexual woman who is married to an ex-porn star. Somehow, we ventured from talking about "reborn virgins" to "tits", and Nage had somewhat dared me to show my breasts, which I was more than willing to do. I pulled off my shirt and bra and showed both Sweet Meats and Nage my large DD breasts, with the brown aereolas and the very large brown nipples. It seemed as all three of them couldn't get their eyes of these large breasts of mine. Lexxi also showed off her breasts, not as big as mine, but they were perkier. Eventually, Nage had said that we needed to do an experiment in "the name of science", so we started playing music.

Nage told me to lie on the leather couch. As I lay there, Nage knelt on the couch, facing my breasts, and Lexxi knelt on the floor near my right breast, and almost at the same time, they each took a nipple and started sucking and licking them, Nage's tongue ravaging my left nipple, sucking and flicking it with his tongue in fast movements, even strokes but with a variety of pressures that I felt myself going wild. Lexxi's was softer with less pressure, gentler strokes, as she slowly licked my aereola and lightly sucked my nipple.

This was just getting hot for me, I couldn't contain myself. The three of us were alternating between moaning and grunting to giggling, mainly since the three of us were somehow not completely believing we were doing this during a radio broadcast. I couldn't help but moan and whimper, especially since it was hot that there were two mouths on my breasts, and the second that my breasts are really sensitive, so I couldn't help but arch my back and shift my hips up and down, wanting more. Lexy had moved herself more towards my head to give way to Sweet Meats who wanted to suck my tits as well (which makes the count to 3!!), I figured that I didn't want to leave Lexxi without any attention, so I reached under her shirt, pulled out her left breast, and I began to lightly suck her nipple as well. Her nipple was soft and plump, kind of like sucking water from water balloon - it definitely different from sucking on a man's nipple, which is hard and small - but it was an experience for me, since that was the first time I had sucked on a woman's nipple. Apparently, Sweet Meats was alternating between licking my nipple and Lexxi's nipple (which somewhat made Lexxi uncomfortable, since she had said that anything she does with a man has to be cleared with her husband first, while women were open territory), and Sweet Meat's mouth was softer than Lexxi's, his tongue flicked my nipple in fast movements, although enjoyable, it was a little bit too light for my taste since I LOVE my tits to be rough housed.

After a few minutes (it was probably about 5-10 minutes), we stopped and kept on giggling, talking about how awesome that experience was for all of us, and even alluded to it on the air. Lexxi had also decided to doublefist my breasts into her mouth at the same time (meaning she had both nipples in her mouth at the same time by squeezing my breasts together until the nipples touched, then sucking them both at the same time), which was pretty nice too. It was the second time that I had someone do that to my breasts, which was pretty hot. Lexxi and I also kissed on the air for 15 seconds, which is the probably the second or third time I've made out with a chick.

Now that I've been to second base with a woman, I would say that it was definitely an experience, but it doesn't make me more attracted to females. I would be more willing to experiment, but somehow the attraction isn't there. I guess I'm hardwired to go after the males and hard cocks anyway....:-)

So now that you all have a during-intermission look of what goes on at the "Red Room", you may want to check it out next Saturday at 10 pm EST on RAW973.com!!!

Sexcapade Files #28: The Illicit Office Affair

2010-06-26T23:34:00.003-04:00

There's sexual tension flying through the air where I work, so thick that you can cut it with a knife. I may end up in such a dangerous scandal, it's so dangerous that it could cost a lot of relationships, which is making me hesitate how to proceed in this matter. It's so hard to ignore this sexual heat, it's overpowering and overwhelming that even though I'm not at work, I'm still thinking about wanting his deft tongue run circles over my pulsing clit while I lie naked on top of the conference room.

This sexual fire started a few weeks ago for this person I work for. Somehow, we had started the discussion about sex and wanting to start an adult site, and he admitted to me that he had a BBW fetish - well, me being a thick girl, I couldn't ignore that. We ventured onto topics of my admitting that I had a sex talk show on internet radio ("Red Room" on RAW973.com from 10 pm - 1 am EST). From then on, he and I opened Pandora's Box of Sexual Secrets Past and reveled in telling each other our sexual conquests.

Recently, he had admitted to me that he became sexually attracted to me.
Just hearing him tell me how much he wants to taste my pussy juice in his mouth while I squirt, hearing him tell me that me being near him drives him crazy with sexual desire, that if I had told him at that moment I wanted him to lick my pussy, he wouldn't be able to resist. Hearing him tell me that he wanted me to cum all over his hands while he thrust 3 fingers into my pulsing pussy until I came shouting made my pants wet all day. Being in close proximity of him, having him smell my armpits, teasing him with toilet paper napkins with my cum on it, his mouth tasting my fingertips - all made me mad with desire. I really wanted him to get down on his hands and knees, pull down my pants, and eat me out over and over again, until I came so loudly that the whole neighborhood heard me come.

The only problem is, he's my boss, and he's almost my dad's age, which makes me wanting to fuck a father-figure. The more dangerous part is the fact that his common-law wife is also my boss, and she signs my checks. Which makes the story even more interesting.

It's a very complicated predicament. Two people, who obviously only want sex and are so hot for each other that they both make each other sweat if they're in the same room, obviously don't want to hurt the completely oblivious party, who for one, is basically the head boss (for me, anyway), and two, his "wife". We know that this is both cheating, but then, can I blame him for wanting to look elsewhere if his "wife" isn't experimental enough for him between the sheets? And can you blame me for being intrigued in such a scandalous situation, the excitement and the rush of holding a completely sexually charged relationship in the workplace without giving it away to the unsuspecting party?

I am completely stuck as what to do. Surely, I have thought it through as to how dangerous this sexcapade may be. However, knowing that even we do get caught, it wouldn't hurt me as much as it would hurt him, but then again, I'm only in this for myself and my conquests. If it ends up that I get fired, I can always find another job, since this is only my day job and not my career. I know how morally wrong this is, but at this point in my sexual career, is it my fault that the woman isn't keeping her man interested in the sack that he has to look elsewhere?

I'm excited and a bit nervous as to how things are going to be on Monday, since he and I will be out at a convention for the day. I wonder where things will lead, now that he and I are out in the open on this subject...will it lead further? Will he finally put me out of my sexual misery by being my sex slave? (How much of a turn on that is, your boss as your "sex slave"...)

I can't stop thinking about him. I'm constantly rubbing my clit raw just from what he told me yesterday.

For anyone reading this, please send me some advice. What would you do in this situation?

Sexcapade Files #27: The Frenchman on the Flying Trapeze

2010-06-15T04:04:00.005-04:00

Well, just a disclaimer: we WEREN'T on a sex swing, if you think I was implying that. Although, I must admit, the “positions” he had me do were as if I were flying...with my legs in the air!

Earlier this year, I had met Pierre from an internet dating site, and we hit it off pretty well. I would have to admit, he was probably one of the more attractive guys I had gone out with, with his Mediterranean skin, close-cropped curly hair, his cute goatee, and his ADORABLE French accent – it was so sexy!! The best thing about him was the fact that he was slightly taller than me, which really helped with a few standing positions that I wanted to try out...but here's the deal that happened with him during Valentine's Day:

We had met up at a hookah bar we had gone to a few times, and since we had slept together a few times, we were getting a bit lovey-dovey – holding hands, the sexy eyes across the table in between hits of hookah, and footsies underneath the table – and we were heading out, when we started making out in the parking lot. Now, because he's European, I thought he would be into sucking tongues out in public, but strangely enough, he was not into the whole PDA deal – whenever someone would pass by, he would stop kissing me, and we'd stand there, with my hands cupping his hard dick over his pants, and his fingers pinching my nipples, pretending that we were cuddling and not making out in the parking lot, until the particular stranger passing by had either disappeared from sight. Then, we'd resume our make-out session, working our mouths and arms into a tangled frenzy, until we drove to my house for a little “night-cap”.

As we got to my door, we couldn't keep our hands off each other. Our breathing became shorter and sharper, my arm held akimbo from holding the door open, too distracted to drag our sex-starved bodies into the door to get ourselves started in our sex jamboree. Finally, for what felt like twenty minutes, we got ourselves into my room, closed the door, and started wrestling our tongues and hands all over each other's bodies.

I would have to say, he was probably the best kisser I've been with for a long while. With a touch of European class, he gently glided his tongue in and out of my mouth with the right amount of pressure that turned me on. I felt like a dirty Goldilocks who had found her tongue “just right”.

As we tossed our shirts and I had pulled off my pants, I had finally gone down to where his cock lay in his boxer briefs. At last, I can finally say that I've sucked European cock – and it was “just right” for me as well – uncut, about 7 inches in length, and thick. Probably not the most impressive cock I'd ever seen, but at the same time, I figured it would be interesting, as I wondered what kind of magic this cock would do for me tonight. I licked the tip of his cock, and he had a very refreshing taste for a cock – clean-smelling and shaved!! I enjoyed taking the whole length of his dick in my mouth, sucking it as he pulled his head back while I licked and sucked him back and forth, deep throating in my usual way, as he thrusted a little bit in my mouth, riding his cock in my mouth.

He the lifted me up, turned me around, bent my upper torso over a piano arm, and took me from behind, as I cradled a piano arm. His dick felt very full as I moaned while he rammed his dick into me, slightly swaying in unison as he fucked me from behind. I then raised my upper torso as he held my hips to his, fucking me from behind, both of us standing and riding the thrusts together. It was my first “real” standing position – another one to cross off my list of “Sex Positions To Do”. Unfortunately, because of all our foreplay, he cums pretty quickly after probably 5-10 minutes of fucking me standing up. I assume that the standing position gets him really hot and turned on.

After we finally strip all of our clothes, we end up on my bed. After some chitchat (I would have to admit, he's probably the most conversational lay I've had so far, and I enjoyed his conversations. Some things turn me off – the fact that he's afraid of “commitment” which, at this time, I was hoping to move beyond just “dating” into a stable “relationship”, and the fact that our schedules don't really mess very well to see each other on a regular basis, made me feel as if our little fling was destined to end pretty quickly, but I digress...), I ended up coaxing his cock out of its foreskin shell with my hands while licking his nipples and slightly hair chest (another big plus – I can't stand guys who are extremely hairy). He then decided to take control of me, slightly pushed me down on the bed, and began to lick and suck my breasts, not too hard, not too soft, but just right.

His hands wandered down to my already wet pussy, and I felt his fingers parting me as he worked his way to rubbing my clit. However, I noticed a few things – he didn't lube me very well with cum, and the pressure he used on my rubbing me was too hard and in the incorrect spot. Also, he only used one finger to rub my clit, when I usually prefer two fingers. However, his saving grace was definitely when he started to thrust his fingers into my pussy – definitely fun, but not as good as how Eric had done to me years ago.

The surprising part of the evening was definitely what he taught me. For the first time, I had a guy who taught me something. Pierre was an amateur gymnast back in France, so all of his positions were definitely different from the “usual”. His “signature position” was to have my legs propped over my head, the bottoms of my feet resting on the wall, my hips high in the air, while he sat on my hips, nailing me with his dick and thrusting angularly downward. I would honestly say, that was probably the most difficult position I had ever done, especially since I'm a thick girl...however, I did get a bit of a compliment, since he had mentioned to me that girls he had done this to who were thinner than I was couldn't even do it, and I did...big A+ for me...

Other positions he had done on me were a sideways position where I would be on my back, with one of my legs cradling his upper torso, while he lay on his side, perpendicular to me, and he thrust sideways while holding on to my leg, called a “lazy dog” (definitely my favorite, it was very satisfying); another was a sideways face-to-face fuck that I had always wanted to do, but never got to try until that night; and a few more that really escape my memory since it had been a few months go...although, I definitely remember him being very acrobatic, the first time I had dealt with someone of that nature.

Two things that really annoyed me about this particular lay was the fact that when he'd get his momentum going with thrusts, about 30 seconds later, he would end up stopping, and having me lose my orgasm buildup. It was difficult to cum when he kept on stopping, you know? Plus, the fact that he would NOT eat pussy, when I would suck his dick...totally not fair...

And after every lay, we both would cuddle and fall asleep for a bit, and his arm would be holding me for the majority of the night, and we slept very comfortably...Luckily enough, this wouldn't last too long, and we would end up fucking 5 times that night...

Too bad that little fling fizzled out, I couldn't learned more and perfected those positions...oh well, it's time to move on to the next man...

"The Red Room" Debut is a SUCCESS!!

2010-06-13T03:20:00.005-04:00

Tonight was definitely magical in that studio, debuting the first show for "The Red Room". There was something magically vibing in that studio between myself and Nage, where we were feeding energy off each other. I'm so excited to get started on next week's show!

Funny thing about how today's show started was the fact that we still needed to record vocals for the opening intro of the show (for any listeners on the show tonight, you know what I'm talking about! ;-)) I'm was in the recording booth recording the low sexy voice, when Nage, our engineer Greg, and another of our music pals at the studio had asked me to add in moans into our intro, which they presented to me as a challenge: they had told me that I had to beat a certain sample of a girl moaning. Of course I was up for it!! I, Veronica, was not going to go down without a fight! So, in I went into the recording booth, and recorded 3 tones of moaning, just like it sounds like a bunch of girls having an orgy. It was hot!!

The funniest part about this was some other guys came into the engineer booth after I recorded the tracks, and they were listening to Greg mixing the tracks, and as they were listening, they were getting a bit turned on, and then asked me some information about this week's show. While I was with Greg working on the track, I could hear the guys talking in the background about their own sexual fetishes! I could tell that they were really turned on. Unfortunately, they couldn't come and listen in during the broadcast, but they had mentioned wanting to listen in after their sessions were up. Minutes after we wrapped it up for the night, we see all the guys rushing in to see if they could catch the last part of the show!! LOL Well, they always have next week!! :-)

The show itself was a lot of fun. Nage and I really hit it off with the broadcasting chemistry since we have very strong personalities, it really makes the show very interesting, to keep people entertained and on their toes, since he and I are so unpredictable. The best part of all, is that Rachel really held it together as a neutral party that everything was definitely in perfect balance. It really was a no-bars held show, everything was uncensored and out in the open, with some really interesting callers, strange sexual tangents and hilarious moments...and to answer anyone's question about me deep throating a mic stand, IT DID HAPPEN!!! You can ask Nage to vouch for me, it really happened! LOL

Anyway, this is just a little summary of what happened tonight during the show and my thoughts about what happened...but I feel that the show was a complete success, it just felt so right, the way it was informative, entertaining and completely uncensored that I feel that this show will be a major hit!!

So for everyone who listened to night, please send me your feedback and comments about our show!! We would love to know that people are listening and showing their support!! And for any of you who missed it...TSK TSK TSK...you really missed out...:-)

So be there for next week's show - "Reborn Virgins"!!! Listen in, call in to talk with us live, send us comments...we'd really appreciate it!!

Good night and happy sexing!! :-)

Veronica Urbana on Internet Radio?!?

2010-06-04T17:13:00.005-04:00

Hello all!!

I have some exciting news for you! In a few weeks, you'll be hearing me, Veronica Urbana, on the radio, hosting her new show called "The Red Room" on RAW973.com!! So far the details will be a time slot from 10 pm - 1 am EST on Saturday nights!! Let's get steamy together as we talk about sexual topics, share stories, LIVE on your internet browser!!

More details soon to follow, but please check out www.raw973.com on Internet Explorer 8 every Monday-Saturday from 8-11 to hear some awesome shows!! But soon, your very own Veronica will be on the air, live!!

Stay tuned for updates!!

A More Personal Confession - My Life Outside of Sex

2010-05-19T18:51:00.005-04:00

Dear SC69 readers -

This is one of the few times where I have taken myself out of my world of sex to talk about my life outside of sex. To be honest, things have not been going well for me at all, financially. I've started this new job, and it doesn't pay much at all, after I was unemployed for a month and was living on barely enough savings. Then, I was able to purchase a laptop, only to find that the laptop gets lost in the mail, and it's going to take a month to get that money back, which I so desperately need now. On top of that, my car has broken down and it's going to cost me an arm and a leg to get it running, so that I can go around looking for another part-time job to support myself while my bills are looming up over me, something that I can't pay for the first time in two years.

I know this sounds really retarded, and I'm really desperate, but I'm asking you readers to help me. I've added a Paypal donations link to this site, (on the top right-hand corner, above the "Followers" section), and for any of you who can help me by donating, even if it's a few bucks here and there - would really be appreciated!! I would love it if my readers can send me some support in order for me to get myself back on track so I can write more of my confessions that you all love and enjoy!!

Thank you again for reading and being supportive followers!! I love you all!!

A Pet Peeve - Bad Penis Odor Can Make You Vomit??

2010-04-29T23:43:00.005-04:00

Just a few days ago, I was talking to a gay friend of mine on Facebook, and he was telling me a very interesting story about a guy he had gone out with recently. Unfortunately, the date didn't turn out too well...

This friend of mine had told me that his date was HOT...All-American, clean-cut, preppy, you name it - then they went out, had dinner, then they ended up making out in his car, and THEN the guy opened his pants, asked my friend to suck his cock, and so he initiates...

My friend gets closer and closer...but something strikes him as strange...

Mainly because the guy he's about to suck cock on has really bad PENIS ODOR!!

So while my friend is trying to suck on this guy's cock, he's having a hard time doing it, mainly because he said that this guy's dick really smelled like rotten eggs, a really acrid and putrid smell. So he tries to hold it in, lets this guy CUM IN HIS MOUTH...

My friend finally goes home and ends up taking a shower, since he feels very disgusted over the whole incident, and while in the shower, he VOMITS!! His dinner and the guy's cum ends up all over his shower floor...and he swears it was the guy's penis odor that did it for him...ewwwwwwwwwwww!!!

A lesson learned for everyone: please keep your genitals clean at all times!! Who knows when you're going to have someone eating them!!

Another Update - Sorry Again!!!

2010-04-29T23:39:00.001-04:00

Hello everyone...

Please accept my humblest apologies, kick me in the ass for not writing in this blog. I've lost the drive to write about my sexcapades, even though there has been a few other guys out there that I need to add in here!! It's been pretty rough the past few months, I lost my job and now I'm back to square one of trying to find a new one. Luckily enough, I'll be starting a new job again this coming Monday, so I need to find the inspiration to write again.

To be honest, sometimes I feel like what I write doesn't amount to anything to anyone. It's as if sometimes I feel no one really cares about what I write, or when I write. I feed off of attention more than anything else. If anyone else cares about this blog, please encourage me! It's hard sometimes to write about my experiences, sometimes it gets too overwhelming sometimes to write every single thing I do...so I apologize again for this bit of a tirade...

Anyhoo...I'll start this back up again! I should be adding a few more posts, if anyone has missed me...I've missed you all too, I've just been in a bit of a funk, please forgive me...:-(

Happy 1st Anniversary, SC69!!

2010-01-25T18:08:00.002-05:00

It's amazing that it has been a year since I've posted my first post on this blog. I find it very intriguing that there are people that come here day after day, wanting to read more about my exploits and intimate sexual moments, agreeing with me on rants about "normal" sexual behavior, sometimes butting heads with me on what a girl should and shouldn't do. It's all a part of perspective, a slice of my everyday life that I love sharing with all of you, even though many do know who I am, but it is nice to know that there are people paying attention to what you say, that there are people who are curious to listen and want to know more than what can be done with me under the sheets.

I would honestly say that I've been cyber-hit on so many times with this blog. It's a flattering experience, since in real life, I don't find myself being hit on very often, but then a lot of people are quick to judge when they first see you. It is hard to be looked upon as a sexual being when you have a baby face and look like post-college bait, seemingly optimistic and a naive idealistic view about the world. However, with being hit on, it's kind of disgusting that they all assume that I would sleep with anyone that crosses my path...which isn't true. I usually have to dig through the pile to find someone that I would be interested in, and it takes a lot of digging before I find that person that I may spend a day, a week, a month, or a year with...even with a one-night stand, I have to be picky, what can I say?

I do apologize that I left my last blog serial hanging. A lot of things have happened since then, such as a family member passing away, applying for school for a second undergraduate degree (which starts only a few months away!), and looking for a new job. I hope that within a few weeks, I can get myself to continue writing that blog, since it has been a while, and that there was more for me to write about that one night...it's just too bad that the guy that I was with is now not in the picture anymore, I dumped his ass because he was too emotionally involved and I was too emotionally unavailable to give him what he wanted...which is why I think I can never sleep with a guy on a first date...

Anyway, I just wanted to give you all a little update. Thank you all for being here this past year, reading about my stories and rants, and I hope that you all will still be here to read more!!

I love you all!!

Sexcapade Files #26: Tantric Touch and Squirt Marathon

2009-12-06T23:58:00.005-05:00

Don and I were at his place recently to watch a kungfu movie – it turned out that we barely could watch the movie at all. The opening credits were rolling and we couldn’t even get our hands off each other. I must say that this particular sexcapade is definitely my greatest sex achievement so far – not bad for the second date, right? :-)

He and I were sitting on the floor “trying” to watch a movie when he looked into my eyes and kissed me. I couldn’t resist those soft lips for even one second – they were so tantalizingly passionate that I could feel the heat rising from our bodies. You could tell that he wanted me – and I wanted him – and that we couldn’t resist ourselves. Our arms wrapped around each other, and our kisses became more urgent and passionate, our tongues sliding up against each other, our kisses becoming more firm and wanting.

As we kissed, I decided to take control and see what he was really about. I wanted to explore his body, to see what type of person he really was, to observe what he liked and didn’t like in sex, to find his erogenous zones and to basically show him that I know more about sex than just lying back and letting him do all the work. My mouth began to explore southward, and I tickled his chin with my lips, tracing it in a straight line in long strokes, then moving my tongue in circles as I went towards his neck and his shoulder. My hands began to wander under his shirt, and with a very slow and light touch, barely touching his skin, I moved my fingers in very slow circles all over his stomach, moving upward, moving an inch every few seconds, feeling his coarse skin on my fingertips. His eyes were closed, and he gasped and moaned with pleasure, as I watched his head lean back, his body trembled, and his cock was rising from underneath his pants.

“Ooh baby, you’re driving me crazy, I’d never had anyone touch me like this before,” he gasped. My mouth continued to trace the nape of his neck, painting him with up and down strokes across his neck, and I pulled off his shirt to explore his body in an inhibited way.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” I purred. The tips of my fingers didn’t miss a beat, moving around in slow, soft circles, barely touching his skin, and he gasped and moaned so more. My fingers touched his stomach muscles, then wandered in synchronization to his love handles, and he trembled so more. He tried to grab my breasts, but the moment I touched his spot, he was paralyzed by my touched, his head bent back, gasping with the shock and intensity of my touch.

“Baby, you’re torturing me,” he said.

“Do you want me to stop?” I asked, concerned. Maybe he wasn’t enjoying this…

“Oh no baby, torture me all you want, you’ve those magic hands,” he breathed.

My hands continued to moved upward, in very, very slow gestures, making sure my hands were still very lightly touching his skin. I circled his breast area, and not even reaching for the nipple, he arched backward, onto the seat of the couch, and breathed heavily. Teasing him so more, I purposely avoided his nipple. I moved my fingers higher, teasing him on the area under his collar bone, and again he shivered. He really must have a lot of erogenous zones that even he didn’t know about…

“Look at this, I still have my clothes on,” I teased him with my sultry voice.

“Oh, do you like torturing me this much?” he asked.

“Oh I do, baby, it’s time for me to show you what I’ve got. I have to return the favor,” I purred.

My deft hands began to knead his shoulder muscles, slowly and softly, while my lips kissed his back. “Take off your pants,” I whispered.

He obeyed without missing a beat, and there was his cock, hard as a rock and standing on attention. I rubbed my hand on his head, while through his underwear, and seeing that he should finally be relieved of this madness somewhat, I leaned down and began to lick his left nipple. He jerked in ecstasy, writhing with so much passion, moaning so much while I rubbed his hard dick that he couldn’t help himself.

“Please, I want to be in you,” he pleaded.

“No, not yet, I’m not done with you. I want you to lie face down on the ground.

He obeyed. His arms lying on his side, his head cocked to the side, I rode on his back and dragged my fingers across his back, making him shiver all over again. I explored his arms, the softness of his back, his butt, and down to his legs – all with my tongue. My tongue danced in various circles and flicks across his skin, while moaned and groaned all that while, for what felt like an hour. Playfully, I tickled the crack of his butt with my tongue, and he ended up jerking like crazy (maybe we’ll have to work on that area later on – one moment at a time).

He finally rolled over, and I was astride him. He lifted my shirt over my head and I quickly removed my pants, and while I was still on top of him, I rubbed his hard cock with my pussy while still wearing underwear. He reached over and began to suck my nipples, and I moaned with delight. However turned on I was feeling, he was making it worse! We finally rolled over, he was on top of me, and instinctively he scooted his head towards my legs and began to lick my clit in a frenzy.

What an adrenaline rush! His head bobbing in between my legs, the pressure and adrenaline built up inside of me, as he licked me over and over again, around the area of my clit, then down to my pussy, then up again, in long and short strokes, for what felt like half an hour. The fact that he could breathe down there was just crazy!! He ate pussy like a champ, sucking my swollen clit over and over again, as I writhed on his carpet, moaning my ecstasy away. He finally raised his head and rubbed his cock on my pussy, dipping himself in me to feel my wetness, and his fingers deftly played with my clit as he watched me wriggle on the carpet, feeling the pressure building inside of me. Finally, after all that pressure, something amazing happened – I gushed pussy juice all over his carpet.

He looked at me, stunned. “Wow, baby, that was hot!” he exclaimed.

“Oh my god, it’s been more than 3 years since I’ve done that!” I said, panting heavily.

“Baby, I want to see it again, can you cum on my cock?” he asked.

So as he fingered me again, massaging my clit over and over again with my cum, he had slid the head of his cock inside me while he jerked my clit senseless, over and over again, until I exploded again, feeling the rush of liquid flow out of my pussy and onto his dick, feeling a mini-Niagara falls exploding from me, as I screamed, letting out this wonderful feeling from inside of me. And not only did he do that twice – he repeated this process FIVE TIMES TOTAL – during this particular time.

After the fifth squirt, he stopped and said, “Oh baby, this is turning me on so much, I need to be inside you,” and he pulled me from the floor and went into the bedroom to continue our lovemaking…

EPILOGUE: I apologize for not writing the rest, as I broke contact with him after he started acting weird and wanted to forget he ever existed. Although, here is the summary of this story:

HE MADE ME SQUIRT ELEVEN TIMES THAT NIGHT!!

That's right, you heard me, eleven times...I had never squirted that much in my life EVER...

So I guess I'm a human water fountain, right? :-D

Sexcapade Files #25: Champion Pussy Eater Part III

2009-12-06T02:07:00.003-05:00

As I was sleeping, I felt fingers softly sliding between my legs, rubbing my clit back and forth, momentarily feeling the sticky cum oozing from my pussy, and then sliding up back again to cover that engorged clit of mine, still pulsing from sexual heat. My mind hazy from sleep, I heard myself moan myself awake. I slowly opened my eyes, and his dark eyes stared into mine as I allowed myself to focus on his face, and he leaned forward and kissed me softly on the lips.

“Good morning, I thought it might be a good idea to wake up,” he said. He leaned in, and began to suck my nipple, and the sensations from last night jolted me awake, as I held his head in my arms, his tongue encircling my nipple into a wrinkled submission, then sucking on it more while his fingers still worked on my clit, rubbing faster, making me so wet that I begged him to put his fingers into me. He obliged, shoved a finger into my pussy, and pulsed it in and out of me while I felt my pussy muscles clench around his finger. My moaning became louder and higher, and a few minutes passed before he stopped and let me take a breath, my chest heaving from the excitement.

He quickly didn’t miss a beat, and ended up placing his head in between my legs. The tip of his pointy tongue lapped at my cum, then quickly flicked at my clit. The sensations rose again from my pussy, and the long minutes pass while he continued to eat me, smelling my juices flowing out from me, sucking on that pulsing bud, licking my pussy lips…it was all too much to take. I moaned the minutes away, enjoying every minute of that sexual reverie, until he finally rose and took his very hard cock and dipped it again into my pussy…

“I need to feel your wetness, baby,” he said. His cock slid halfway in and out of my pussy, feeling my juices, then rubbing my clit with his hard cock. Soon, he positioned his arms around me, then began to thrust at an angle, my legs on his shoulders.

The sexual tension building inside of me kept coming and coming that all I could do was scream. The nth time this time where I’ve been hit on my g-spot and it never felt so good! How was it possible that I had only met this guy just yesterday, and now he’s rocking me like I had never been fucked before???!

After we came again, we fell for a few hours, and again did he wake me up from sleep with his fingers in my pussy. However, as he was building me up with a fingering orgasm, suddenly, the phone rang – and unfortunately we were interrupted from our little fuckfest because he had forgotten that he was supposed to be at work by 9 am. Right in the middle of it all, we stopped and quickly got ourselves dressed and out of his place in 10 minutes flat.

However, I must say, that was the most amazing night I had ever had…until the next time I saw him…:-)

Sexcapade Files #24: Champion Pussy-Eater Part II

2009-12-02T03:00:00.006-05:00

We arrived at his apartment 25 minutes later. As we entered, he gave me a 10-second tour of his place: “Here’s my living room, kitchen, and here’s the bedroom,” he said, then grabbed my hand, as we rushed into the bedroom, he said, “let’s go!”

A few seconds later, we were grabbing at each other’s clothes, taking them off and tossing them to the side. He leaned over me, and as he pushed me towards the head of the bed, his head went right between my legs, and he said, “I couldn’t wait to do this, you tasted so good in the car,” he whispered. And then came the deluge.

WOW, did he have technique! My mind was savoring the enjoyment of having my pussy licked so delicately and with such skill that my body felt as if it were flying over clouds. The tip of his tongue danced in circles on my clit, then it began to flicker, his saliva mixing with my wetness, and he made me go over the brink over and over, I couldn’t help myself from moaning and screaming in ecstasy. My body couldn’t control itself – my legs convulsed as I came repeatedly, and the longer I came, the harder my legs shook, and then my hips couldn’t stop rocking. I tried to grab onto the comforter, to give myself ground, but it was hopeless – I felt as if I was on a rocket ship, my clit exploding with such power that I felt as if I had succumbed to the wonderful sensations.

He went on, not just for a few minutes, but it seemed like more than 30 minutes had passed as he kept on licking my clit, rubbing the power into me, feeling the sensation as it jolted my body. However, I didn’t know that there was more to come, until he had inserted one finger into me, jabbing that finger into my very wet pussy, as he continued to tease my clit with his very powerful and skillful tongue. I felt like I went to heaven! My whole body convulsed, and as the orgasm kept building up, my eyes shut tight, I felt as if I had fallen off a very high cliff at 80 miles an hour! My pussy kept gyrating to the convulsions, feeling my pussy muscles clamp onto his finger as it pulsed its way from one orgasm to the next.

Soon enough, he stopped and laid down on the bed. Feeling that I should return the favor, I kneeled over his cock and began to suck it. My, it wasn’t bad at all. It was of average length, although I must say that the girth is definitely something a girl would enjoy. It was definitely more than average girth, a little larger than the size of an old half-dollar. His chocolate-brown cock wasn’t shaved (unfortunately), but the hairs felt as if they had been shaved some time ago, but it had grown to a considerable length – definitely not full-grown, but probably about ½ inch long, which isn’t bad, definitely something I could deal with.

I began to play with his head, sucking it a little bit with my tongue. A bit heady from that wonderful pussy play, I felt as if I couldn’t focus – I was drunk with my orgasm! My movements weren’t as focused, but I stuffed his cock into my throat like a champ, then began to play with his shaft, tracing it with my tongue.

Something began to worry me as I sucked his dick. He wouldn’t get hard! What was it about him that wouldn’t? Was it me, or was he just the type who couldn’t really get hard getting sucked? Well, regardless, I still played with him, trying hard not to feel like a complete failure. Although soon enough, I ventured to his balls and began to suck them, and he began to moan. Then, the idea came to mind to play with his prostrate gland – something that I had never done before (or rather, I’ve tried to, but never successfully). My fingers ventured under the area of his balls, and I gently pressed it. His legs quivered, and he moaned.

“What the hell was that?!” he gasped.

“Oh my god, sorry, was that a bad thing?” I pouted.

“No, it wasn’t, it was really different, wow,” he said.

So I gently played with his prostrate a little bit more, pushing a little bit into that area, stroking it with my fingers, and I grew excited watching his legs quiver and convulse, the soles of his feet pressed together as they shook with my touch.

My tongue began to explore further and I licked his chest. Once I got to his nipples, he began to moan so much, I discovered his cock became hard. So he gets hot over getting his nipples sucked! It was pretty hot, sucking his nipples, swirling my hot tongue around the hardening tips, then flicking them with the tip of my tongue. It just made him moan even more…

“I have to take you now!” he said.

I flipped onto my back, and while between my legs, his cock rested on the opening of my pussy. He rubbed the tip of his cock on my clit, dipped it into my pussy for a moment, then pulled out as he rubbed my clit some more. “Are you wet for me, baby?” he asked. “I want to feel your wetness.” He was making me want him so much more.

Soon, he slipped his hard cock into my pussy and started to thrust. His arms balancing his upper torso, and my legs around his waist, I had clear view of his nipples, and while he slid himself in and out of me, I reached up to his nipples and flicked it with my fingers.

“Oh baby, you’re making me even hotter for you,” and he started to pound faster into me.

As I continued to flick his nipples, his thrusting became faster and harder, and soon enough that another Big O came – the adrenaline rush, and the wonderful sensation building up in my pussy was too hard to ignore. He continued until he came – TWICE – then pulled out and immediately went back to eating my pussy.

“You taste so good, baby, like a sweet red wine,” he purred between my legs.

I was in heaven all over again. I have NEVER in my life so far, been eaten out so much before! It was amazing!! It was an orgasm that quickly faded then was rebuilt back again in a different way, as if the adrenaline rush was replaced with an arousing tickling sensation, as he continued on for so many long minutes more…

A while later, he stopped and lay next to me in bed. With his arm around me, we both fell asleep for a while until later on, where he ended up surprising me…

Part III in a few days!!

Sexcapade Files #23: Champion Pussy-Eater Part I

2009-12-01T02:11:00.003-05:00

Have you ever had any spontaneous first dates that you never thought could ever happen? A steamy sexcapade after a casual online fling? What started as a casual online meeting turned out into one of the most romantic and passionate nights I had never expected…and here’s my story.

I had met another guy from another dating site, and he seemed like a pretty decent-looking guy. His picture looked like my type, cute but sexy, suave and sophisticated, seemed like a charmer and a hopeless romantic – he looked like a mix of Brian McKnight mixed in with Usher all at the same time. After a few conversations both in email and online, we agreed to meet up at a local Starbucks this past weekend.

I had expected a very simple first “date” – drinking coffee and staying politely for a few hours, then I would head home and get on for the rest of my day – I thought wrong. The chemistry between us very strong, it seemed as if we were both very attracted to each other. As we talked, we laughed and talked some more, until we realized that we were sitting at a Starbucks for over 4 hours! Since we were enjoying ourselves so much, I suggested that we have dinner, which he agreed. We went to a mall with a pretty decent Margaritaville, and sat in the back area, facing a band who was playing Hootie and the Blowfish and Jimmy Buffett covers.

During the whole time at dinner, he could barely take his eyes off me. I blushed constantly over his words of affection, charming me with his words, his arms holding me, and later on, his lips softly kissed mine. It felt so heavenly, and so right, as we continued to kiss softly during dinner. And I could feel my pants getting wet, as I was getting so hot and horny over this situation.

After dinner and a movie, he ended up dropping me off at the Starbucks where I had left my car. As he kissed me goodnight inside his car, I couldn’t stop kissing him. His lips were so soft and gentle, his tongue slithered in and out of my mouth, and I could feel myself wanting him more and more. I had told him that even though I had wanted to come home with him that night, I had decided not to, since I was trying to not make it a habit of sleeping with my dates on the first date…besides, I didn’t really know him, so I wanted to keep myself safe somewhat. But some part inside me couldn’t let go. He held me in his arms, kissed my lips urgently and passionately, and the temperature rose inside the car. His hands began to explore my body, starting from my arms, to the top of my chest, then he traced fingers down to my breasts, feeling the nipples harden under his touch.

“Come home with me, V, I promise that I’ll take care of you,” he purred in my ear.

“No matter how much I wanted to, I can’t,” I breathed.

He wasn’t convinced. He reached under my shirt and pulled out my left breast, and began to suck it softly, swirling his tongue round and round against my brown nipple, making it hard and wrinkled. My breathing became very heavy, panting for breath, the power was taking over me. He then reached down and unbuttoned my pants, and with his very deft fingers, lightly stroked my clit, firmly but also lightly, with lots of cum, and rubbed me until I was moaning in the front seat of the car. Oh my god, was he amazing!! I was moaning so loud because of his skilled fingers that I never knew a guy that good!!! He continued on rubbing me, rubbing my clit in circles and then back and forth, with his light touch, making my pants soaking with cum. Then, he reached even further and took his index finger and slid it into my pussy, sliding it quickly and I felt like I exploded! He was manipulating my G-spot with one finger, and I convulsed in his car, cumming over and over again, until finally he stopped and said, “I can’t take this anymore, please come home with me.”

And at that point, I couldn’t take it anymore either. “Let’s go to your place, I want you badly. I can’t hold this anymore,” I pleaded.

He smiled and said, “I’m glad you changed your mind. Let’s go!”

And he sped about 70 mph in a 45 mph lane, driving back to his place about 25 minutes away.

Part II coming up soon!

Updates: A Response from “Sex Advice #1” and the Latest on “Sexual Harassment in the Workplace”

2009-11-30T02:24:00.004-05:00

There have been quite a few things happening, so everything will be jumbled into one post, so here we go…

After my last post about my co-worker harassing me, a few days after I arrived back from visit my family, I went straight to HR and complained that nothing was really being done about the situation, and they ended up talking strict measures on that co-worker, which resulted into her termination. I guess they had heard wind that I was planning on suing the company if they didn’t fire her, so they decided to let her go, which was a good choice indeed. Work feels a lot easier to be in now that she’s gone, but now I will have to deal with trying to build up my reputation as a professional, since the damage has already been done. Although no one has really done anything bad to me since I got bad, for some reason I get this strange feeling that people see me differently, like in a bad way, now that they know about those pictures. It doesn’t faze me, however it makes me feel somewhat uncomfortable, but what else can I do? Just as long as they don’t bully me because of those photos, I should be fine. Now, I’m focused on whether I should sue my former co-worker for bringing those photos in the workplace to begin with, but I don’t really know where to start…does anyone know?

This week, I also received an e-mail from Ashley, our loyal reader who needed sex advice, and this is her response:

Dear Veronica,

I just wanted to thank you so much for your advice. I'm happy to report that just sitting down and talking to him about our sex life has improved it greatly. I gave him two different books that I thought would help us out as well. One was sex and foreplay positions, and one was sex games. He seems to like to take control more often now that our sex life has improved. He also goes down on me almost every time we have sex and lately he makes me orgasm about 4/5 times. I am much more satisfied now, we only have sex without my having an orgasm about once out of nine or ten times. And all of this is thanks to you and I definitely appreciate it.

I read your last post and wanted to say I'm so sorry you have to go through that. Frankly, your coworker is a horrendous bitch.

-Ashley

I’m glad that the advice worked out! Please don’t hesitate to e-mail again for more sex advice!!

I will be adding a new post about my recent sexcapade…until tomorrow!! :-)

A Friend’s Betrayal – Sexual Harassment in the Workplace

2009-11-18T02:43:00.001-05:00

Since the Halloween BJ, my life has been turned upside-down due to quite a few circumstances. I flew back to where my family lives because my grandfather had passed away, but during that time I was away, Kathy, a friend whom I thought I had trusted, decided to release the photos of my little rendezvous to friends at work, during work hours. Rumors about me were spreading around like wildfire, and I wasn’t around to be able to control it. I didn’t even know about the situation until she had decided to inform me that HR was getting into the situation.

I don’t want to disclose much about the situation, but I can talk about as to how I feel. For one, the fact that she took pictures of me without my consent was definitely a violation of my privacy, not to mention showing people left and right as to what I did that night. It’s just like this blog of mine, even though I write uninhibitedly about my sexcapades, I have not revealed my identity, since that information to me is very private. I prefer to be anonymous, so that way nothing in my normal personal life is jeopardized.

Second of all, I have no idea what her motive was to show those photos. Was it to start drama because she was bored of her life? Was it to ridicule me? Was it to do an outrageous show and tell to everyone? (Like what I did was something no one else had done before) Or was it to make herself look better because I was the one looking like a slut and she wasn’t? I honestly have no idea. But this whole situation definitely makes me uncomfortable, let alone angry that I have to go through all this bullshit when I should be doing my work.

I don’t regret my sex life at all. Whatever I’ve done in regards to sex has taught me a different lesson as to who I am. Although initially, I felt regret in sucking that guy’s dick because then I wouldn’t be in this mess, then again I wasn’t the one who made an ass of myself by deciding to bring pornographic photos of me sucking cock to work. I am the victim in this situation, not the assailant. And even though this happened, I will have to admit that this is teaching me a new lesson, to get even in the kindest, nicest way possible – by letting HR handle it and slowly make her suffer through kindness.

Even though I am very angry at the whole situation, and I now very well that any type of friendship I had with Kathy has been shot down the drain, never to return, I’m very confused as to what to do. I want to take action, to show her that I’m not some quiet, takes-it-laying-down type person (unless you’re going to fuck me missionary style), I will FIGHT once someone tries to mess with me. And I will fight until she has no more blood left and then she screams out “mercy!!”

Once you’ve been burned, you’ve gotta take care of business…

Sexcapade Files #22: Bobbing for Cock - Halloween BJ

2009-10-25T05:04:00.006-04:00

Tonight was definitely something I wasn’t expecting, especially when I wasn’t in the frame of mine to get booty – yet it somewhat happened anyway. This is what happens when you’re in a situation where you’re constantly surrounded by pot, booze, and a lot of large cleavage action in a small space.

John, a co-worker of mine, invited me to his Halloween party. As I was hanging out, drinking and having a good time, John and my other friend Kathy had been hinting all night about sleeping with John’s roommate, Peter. He had told him that I was a nympho, and that I was one of the best to put Peter’s dry spell of no sex behind him tonight. Of course, I didn’t really want to believe him, since I wasn’t really in the mood to do so, especially since I was really tired from the pot, booze, and being up earlier that day helping a friend move, so I was exhausted. Plus, the fact that I hadn’t “broken up” with Norman, the “friend” I had been seeing in “Jamaican Rut”, and I felt a bit uncomfortable going at it with someone else when he had asked me specifically that he didn’t want me to go off and see other people while with him.

After having a few drinks and a few hits of pot, I had sobered enough to drive home. I had left my belongings in Peter’s room, so I had walked in, and he was lying on his bed, wearing a white T-shirt and some blue basketball shorts.

“Hey, I’m going to take off,” I said.

“Can I get a hug?” he asked slyly.

Naively, I leaned down and have him a hug. His arms wrapped around me, but he wouldn’t let go after a few moments, and I felt uncomfortable in that position, bent over his chest. Through my half-sober, half-high/drunk state, I found my lips on his, and he slid his tongue into my mouth, as the tip of our tongues slithered and teased each other. Our kisses still light, I felt his hand reaching between our chests and he pulled out my right breast from the very revealing cleavage-full top I was wearing, as he weighed my breast in his hand, pulling my nipple with his fingers. Our tongues continued to slide and dart into each other’s mouths, as he gently stroked my breast while it was hanging out from my shirt. He let my lips go, and he whispered, “close the door and turn off the lights, which I did very quickly. When I turned back to him in the dark he said, “suck my dick,” so urgently in his gentle and breathless way.

Not wanting to disappoint, I leaned down into his crotch as he pulled down a portion of his shorts. In the dark, my eyes adjusted to the lack of light and I saw what was in front of me: a pretty average-girthed dick, but it was very, very short. In reality, it looked about 5 inches long, which was not very impressive at all. For a white guy, he was pretty short, but then I thought, “what the hell, let me put him out of his misery, but I’m NOT sleeping with him”, I told myself over and over again.

I slipped his cock into my mouth, and I savored the flavor and smell of his cock. He probably had the cleanest smelling cock I had ever sucked. I didn’t smell any salty and acrid cock smell that I usually had to deal with when sucking cock. It was pretty smooth, working my mouth on his dick, licking his shaft up and down, then trailing my tongue back onto his head as I searched for his special vein spot. In the dark, I couldn’t tell if he was cut or uncut, his cock skin was stretched out to the max as I sucked his cock, swirling my tongue around his head, then slowly inching lower to deep throat him – and there wasn’t much to deep throat, his head barely reached the back of my mouth as I shoved myself down his cock.

I straddled myself around his legs as I sucked his balls, while sliding my fingers up and down his shaft. His balls were gently rolled in my mouth, feeling the balls slide underneath the sack, then I moved back to his dick, pulsing my mouth around where his special spot would be. He began to moan as I sucked his dick harder with my cheek muscles, keeping my teeth hidden with my lips.

Suddenly, I could hear the front door close and open a few times, then I heard and saw cameras flashing, taking pictures of me sucking Peter’s cock. I heard giggling from both John and Kathy, and the more pictures they took, the angrier I became. I yelled, “this better not be on Facebook!”

John yelled back, “Bitch, this isn’t just on Facebook, it’ll be on Youtube!”

At that point, I was very angry, but I kept it in. I kept on sucking his pitiful dick more as he moaned a little more. After a few minutes, I stopped – I was feeling both angry and a bit guilty at the same time. Angry that I was being made a spectacle in a bad way, a freak to be laughed at and mocked, and probably bribed if anything happened. And I didn’t want to be made a laughing stock, especially when I take having sex seriously. It was not something I appreciated, especially from friends. Peter looked at me with pleading eyes.

“Let’s fuck, please, even if it’s just 10 minutes,” he pleaded.

“No, I don’t want to fuck right now,” I said strongly.

“Come on, you know you want to,” he said.

“No, not tonight, I know you want me, but I want you wanting me more the next time, to look forward to next time,” I said slyly.

“Come on, please?” he pleaded again.

“Sorry, not tonight, I really have to go,” I answered. I got off from the bed and reached for my belongings.

When I turned around, I tried to kiss him back, but he wouldn’t kiss him back. I was assuming that he was either pretty hurt and disappointed that he wasn’t going to get ass. Indifferent, I said my goodbyes and walked out the door.

I can probably hear you all saying that Veronica’s cold, leaving a guy hanging while getting head, and I didn’t even let him come. I have to honestly say that it was a pity blowjob, especially when the dick wasn’t even large. But worse, it made me feel guilty since I’m not technically free in the relationship sense, and not technically with someone either. Was this a form of cheating? Will karma hit me? I thought on my drive home, feeling paranoid and angry at the same time.

I highly doubt that Peter will want to do anything to do with me now, but I may want to fuck him later on, once I’ve cut all ties with Norman once and for all. I feel bad since I’ve purposely not contacted him the past 3 weeks, maybe he’s still waiting for some hope that I’d call him back to see him, when all I want to do is break up with him and find someone else.

Maybe I should approach the idea of fucking him in a few weeks, once this “Nick” mess is all done and over with – and then I can fuck without a guilty conscience.

Sex Advice #1: How to Handle a "Traditional" Lover

2009-10-17T04:08:00.008-04:00

Sometimes I receive e-mails from people asking me for advice on sex. Here's one that I recently received from an avid reader of this blog named "Ashley":

"I've been an avid reader of your blog for a while now, but your most recent post caught my eye. I'm having a bit of the same problem with my boyfriend of about a year and a half. In saying that I mean that it is difficult introducing new things in the bedroom with him. He will try a new position if I suggest it, as long as it is just a variation of the ones we usually use. I'd like to introduce role play, extended foreplay, sex toys, etc. but I don't know how to do it. He doesn't really respond at all, but he seems to like it when I suggest a new position, so he may be receptive to trying something else. I'd also like to know how I could get him to last longer. He can last longer if I tell him to hold off on coming, but I really don't want to have to tell him every time, it's not sexy to have to do that. And I don't want to sound like a broken record. I'd also like to find new ways to get him to want to have sex more often. I know you're a blogger, not an advice columnist, but I'm really hoping you write back and help me with my problem. I'd really appreciate it. Thank you."

Dear Ashley,

Thank you for being such a loyal reader to my blog. I don't hear from many people often from my blogs, but I thank you for being so supportive, hopefully you've enjoyed the blog posts so far.

As for your problem, I may have a few suggestions for you. You say that your boyfriend doesn't really like introducing new things into the bedroom. Since you've been sleeping with him the past 18 months or so, ask yourself this: what type of sex partner is my boyfriend? Is he violent and likes it rough? Is he a positions guy? Is he a touchy-feely guy? Is he submissive/dominant? How much foreplay does he enjoy, or is he more into the sex?

Once you've assessed what type of person he is, try to create and introduce things that you think may be in a similar vein as to what he likes. For example, if he's romantic and gentle, try adding a body massage in the foreplay, along with a tongue bath with a blindfold over his eyes, or tickling him with various objects, like a feather or your fingernails. If he's violent, try blindfolding him and smacking him with various things, like a belt, the flat end of a hairbrush, a wet towel, etc, while dripping candle wax on his back or chest. If he's touchy-feely, you may want to blindfold him and softly blow across his skin, or smear chocolate syrup on various parts of his body, things like that.

If you want something different and want to have sex with him more often, surprise him and take control. Come home early one day and wear a school-girl outfit, keep all the lights off when he enters the room, and seduce him in the dark, pretending you're a teacher, or a similar roleplay. One day, place post-it notes with dirty notes on them all over places he would go to often, like a desk or a medicine cabinet, reminding him what you'd do to him later. Or you can text him pictures of yourself to him while he's at work/school and get him all hot and horny. Seduce him in a way that you wouldn't normally seduce him, just to keep him at his toes.

If worse come to worse, you may want to sit down and frankly talk to him about your sex life. Tell him how you feel and what you want to achieve in the bedroom, and he may feel as if you were threatening his manhood, but treat it in a way as a suggestion. Don't force him to think of ideas to do (since he may not know what to do and would be at a loss if you had him think of ideas), but slowly work him with one new thing at a time rather than 20 new things at the same time since you wouldn't want to overwhelm him.

On ways to have him last longer: if you do your research well, there are positions that are meant for guys to last longer, which are variations of standing positions, sitting positions (girl sitting on top of guy), side-by-side positions (such as spooning variations), and variations of missionary positions (such as the "frog" position). These types of positions elongate the vagina and don't squeeze on a guy's penis as much, and if he feels like he's about to come, you can move into one of those positions and slow down. Pacing yourself and taking breaks during sex are always a good thing, and there isn't anything wrong with that.

I know this is a lot, but I hope these work out for you! Please let me know how things go, I'd love to hear an update!

Take care!

-V

Have a question to ask Veronica? Or do you agree or disagree with her advice? E-mail me at sex.confessions69@gmail.com !

Sexcapade Files #21: Jamaican Rut

2009-10-07T03:23:00.005-04:00

So rumor has it that I’m seeing someone. I know that it’s not technically a “rumor” when I was the source and I was the one who “outed” myself, LOL. So let me tell you a little bit about it.

Nick is someone I had met on an internet dating site, and he’s really a nice guy. He’s definitely marriage material, we both like similar things, and he’s a gentleman – a bit of a romantic, bringing me flowers, driving more than 30 miles to see me about once a week (or once every two weeks, when he has money), he seems intelligent, non-ghetto, and is the type who wants to make something for himself. We do the usual things, go out to eat, have sex (of course)…however…

He’s not my boyfriend. He’s this guy that I’ve been seeing for about 2 months, I kinda like him, but the feeling is starting to become lackluster. I find it hard talking to him every night because I feel like I “have” to talk to him, rather than “wanting” to talk to him. He’s a religious guy, and it makes me feel uneasy talking to someone who’d rather go to prayer meeting 3-4 times a week than have a rendezvous with his girl every weekend. Not that’s anything wrong with having faith, but to me it seems a little too religious-enthusiastic, and it makes me feel less worthy to someone who’s very religious. And now, I find our conversations on the phone seem less interesting than they were before, kind of mundane and full of silences, and the usual excited/nervousness of seeing him has faded quite a bit…I feel as if I’m not into him as much as I used to, and I find myself making excuses to not talk to him every night, shortening our conversations.

As for the sex, it’s a hit-or-miss. He had told me that he likes to experiment, and he definitely likes to have sex. I would have to admit, that he is the second person to rock my g-spot, and that’s amazing to me, after having a few here and there who didn’t rock my g-spot at all. The feeling of being on a rollercoaster as I’m being shot to heaven while having sex has finally happened, and I relish every moment having sex with him. However, from the times we’ve had sex, we have only done it in two positions – missionary and me straddling on top, and somehow that leaves me pretty unsatisfied with the variety. It seems whenever we have sex, that’s what I’ll expect, or maybe I need to be more aggressive with him and show him new things.

It’s a bit difficult introducing new things with him. For instance, the first time I sucked his balls, the only thing he said was, in a matter-of-fact voice, “that’s different.” Not “ooh baby, that’s amazing,” or “damn girl, you’re the first girl to suck my balls,” it just seemed so uninviting, as if he didn’t want me to continue. I felt pretty rejected after that, and after a few other things I had done to him to (tongue-bath, hand/finger licking/sucking, sensual touch, etc.) The last time we had sex was on my period (which, disappointingly, was while I was on my vacation, and he came after 5 minutes because he hadn’t had sex in a few weeks and didn’t want to do it again because the experience of my period on his cock was just a tad too much for him), and I was about to seduce him in the shower, but he said that “it felt uncomfortable for him for me standing there and watching him shower”, so I left and got dressed instead, feeling very rejected and unsexy.

Although, there are times where I would say were completely amazing – one night we completely did foreplay – kissing, touching each other’s bodies, holding each other, wrapping our legs around each other, without taking off our clothes until near the end – was such a sexually spiritual experience that it felt completely exhilarating that I didn’t want it to stop. Or the time we were having sex and he had surprised me by sliding an ice cube on my clit with his tongue while he ate me out was DEFINITELY something I had wished a guy to do on me, and it finally happened, which made me very, very happy. Or the times when we did have sex on a constant basis and he was able to stay up, and he was rocking my g-spot so much that I felt like a firecracker that exploded, a rocket vibrating away into space. Ah, those were good times.

At this point in time, I feel as if I’m in limbo, I’m not sure whether to let this guy go completely, or give it a few weeks and see how things go. It’s rare for me to feel somewhat stale in a “relationship” already when I don’t see the other person often, but for some reason I do. Maybe I should give it time and see where it goes and make a decision from there (which probably make all you men readers out there who have been “chasing me” feel a bit relieved, and to whom I would like to deeply apologize to, since I had thought you all were just trying to get into my pants)…we’ll se how it goes…

History of a Closet Nympho - Part II

2009-10-07T02:25:00.002-04:00

In college, I struggled with my sexual side. I was definitely a closet case – a full-fledged virgin who hadn’t done anything sexual beside masturbate frequently, or the occasional make-out session. I hadn’t even had anyone go south of my neck, let alone in my pants!! It was very difficult for me to accept the sex freak in me because of my very strict and religious Christian upbringing – you know the kind, the ones who went to church every week, was told premarital sex was a sin and that you should wait until marriage, the kind that told you that sex was wrong, that it was only for procreation, blah blah blah. Back then, I was still struggling with whether I was going to accept their religion or decide to live my life my own way. I felt as if I was being pulled into two different directions, and it was hard for me to make a decision and not look back. Although, as I look back on things now, I saw myself rebelling away from my parents’ beliefs each and every year, feeling very resentful that I always felt I was the black sheep with my friends who always celebrated Christmas, Easter, went to all the dances and games on Friday nights, and I felt I was missing out. It was lame being the only one not really having a life, sharing a common ground with my friends, because I was held back by my parents’ strict upbringing, which was ruled by a leather belt and a long list of do’s and don’t’s, with no questions asked.

Until Eric came along. Back then, I completely fell head over heels for him, even though my intuition told me that eventually he would hurt me very badly (which ended up being true). The sexual connection I had with him was so strong that I couldn’t resist it. It was hard to not touch him, kiss him, be physically connected with him in a way that it took over my whole being. I couldn’t focus, and as first loves go, it was a great first love experience, but once it was over, I crashed and burned like an Amazonian forest.

However, I have to thank Eric in a way – without him, I wouldn’t have never experienced so many sexual experiences. He was my first everything – almost: first love, first sex session, first blowjob, first getting pussy eaten, first missionary, first doggy style, first…so many things that I can’t even name them all here. It was insane, for 3 years I learned a lot of my sexual side that I didn’t know existed. Although I must admit, even through those 3 years, the full sexual beast in me hadn’t completely awoken, because I still had problems with porn, threesomes, orgies, sex in public, etc. that came later on. In those 3 years, it was great foundation for me to build up my sexual prowess and suck up information like a sponge, becoming more and more like a sex encyclopedia and learning from my mistakes.

So there you have it folks – a pretty updated autobiography about my sexual evolution. Thanks for reading!

Veronica Urbana on “The Dr. Phil Show”??

2009-10-07T02:17:00.001-04:00

The strangest thing just happened to me recently. While on vacation, I had checked my Gmail account and found an e-mail from a producer on the “Dr. Phil Show” who had wanted me to a guest on a special episode they were doing about women and the reasons why they had sex. This particular producer had read my blog (yes, this blog) and wanted me to fly to Los Angeles to do a taping with a bunch of other women discussing the 21st century woman’s sexual issues.

The first thing on my mind at that point in time was a lot of skepticism. How could someone out there want MY opinions about sex? I am but a lone writer out in cyberspace, writing about sex, and am part of a throng of thousands out there who do the same thing I do. I don’t have the biggest blog hit-rank on the ‘Web, I’m not as big as, say my idol Abby Lee, I’m just a sex-blog writer who does this as a hobby and that’s basically it. However…

I must admit I was pretty curious. It was tempting to see how far this would go, if this very out-of-the-norm offer was actually real. So I wrote him back…and he responded. He wanted me to fly down to a taping of the “Dr. Phil Show” and talk about my blog and my opinions of sex (which, as all of you know, are many). I was totally going to go for it, except…

I realized that I am an anonymous writer. There are few (and very few, I hope), who know my real identity, and I prefer to keep it that way. There are a lot of reasons why I would wish to remain anonymous (the obvious reason being that I wouldn’t want to be harassed/discriminated/disowned by friends/family/acquaintances/bosses/co-workers who would probably be appalled by my behavior and would rather think I was a “dirty slut” and needed to pray to Jesus/Allah/Buddha/Krishna/etc. to wash my sin away, in that retrospect) and it would be hard to keep myself anonymous on that show. On the flip side of the coin, the chance to promote this blog and to have more readers would be a great thing, to somehow make some mark in this world. Plus, a free trip to LA, including airfare/hotel/food sounded really hard to resist. It just sounded like a great experience.

So I debated for a few days. It was difficult to make a decision since I had a lot to weigh. I honestly didn’t want my parents and the majority of my friends to know who I was on that show, and I wanted to spare them that embarrassment of seeing their only daughter broadcasted on national television that she was a sex experimentalist. It was not something that I wanted them to do, and coming from an Asian background, they would lose so much face that I would rather spare them the embarrassment. So I would only go on the show IF they could completely make me anonymous (blacking out my face and changing my voice). And I was ready for the go and to sign the dotted line, until I got a call back from the producer and they unfortunately changed the whole format of the episode to just be married couples with sex problems. In a way, they made my decision for me, which definitely made me very relieved. Although, they still have my contact information, just in case the idea is placed back on the table, and it’ll give me more time to think about things, digest the possibility of going on TV about my blog, and also add more content on these pages as I add more fans of this blog.

So this is to all my readers – for any of you who know who I am/know what I look like, etc., I implore you: PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DO NOT RELEASE ANY OF MY PERSONAL INFORMATION!! I wish to remain anonymous for a reason, and if someone “OUTS” me, NOT ONLY WILL I CLOSE DOWN THIS SITE FOREVER, BUT I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN AND STALK YOU LIKE SOME CRAZY EX-LOVER WHO WILL NEVER LET YOU GO!! And of course none of you want that, since I know you all love the content I place on this page…

And that is the story of how I almost ended up on the Dr. Phil Show. How random is that??

Thank you for listening, I will have more soon! :-)

UPDATE: Veronica Urbana is still here!!

2009-09-27T23:26:00.004-04:00

To my very loyal fans:

I’m so very sorry that I haven’t been updating this page for the past few months. My life took a personal hit as I became a bit withdrawn from life and trying ways to figure out what to do with my life. I guess you can say life definitely overtook what I needed to do and what I wanted to do with my life, and of course the big blow-off from Chris took a huge chunk out of my self-esteem. I didn’t feel sexy or appreciated, I was exhausted and depressed and for some reason, didn’t want to be considered just a sex object, but more of a human being. However…

I will have to admit that I, Veronica Urbana has met someone. Not that he’s my boyfriend, but it’s someone that I really like and have been spending time with. Veronica Urbana may be headed towards something she hasn’t been into in a while…a relationship.

Not to disappoint my loyal fans (and for every man or woman who wants to taste my juicy ass and pound me with either a lengthy dildo or their 16-inch cock), but I need something more than being a piece of meat. I’m starting to want to settle down and find someone who won’t just leave me after a night of endless passion and then go forward into those lonely nights. I want someone who will still be there after the sex is over and hold me, and tell me that everything’s going to be alright.

I know that my stories have been very nil the past few months, but I have a few stories to share, so the stories will be back within the next few weeks, I promise! If not, you can bombard my inbox at sex.confessions69@gmail.com pleading for more stories…just as long as they’re not loaded with typos or ghetto IM talk, or ask me to meet you at a hotel room to suck your dick then get pounded by your lame-ass, then the stories may have to wait…:-)

So get ready, because Veronica is BACK and better than ever!!

Sexless Blues

2009-04-23T04:27:00.004-04:00

Lately, it seems as if my sex-filled self has been missing. For once, I feel like I’m in a sexless rut, all of a sudden. The images of sex that used to be easily conjured and physically felt haven’t been present lately, and it’s made me wonder about it, more than once.

There have been many nights where I’ve been lying naked in my bed, touching myself, and I feel my clit raw and rough. No matter of rubbing would make my sexual desire rise from within me, and I feel frustrated. In my tired brain, I think of a sexual scenario in my head, something from my recent past, and I can’t fully conjure the visual – it’s as if I can see it in my head, but it’s clouded in a fuzzy haze, and the emotional attachment that made me see that visual in my head seems as if it were far away, like I was watching frame snapshots move across a screen, then disappear into my mind’s abyss.

Maybe that Chris incident has left me feeling a bit numb about sex. Maybe I’m just a bit disappointed that he called me again, after not hearing from him, only to reach his voice mail once again a few days later. Maybe I’m the type who needs to be emotionally stimulated to feel the sexual rush, feeling like the Energizer bunny, charging with sexual tension and desire. Maybe it’s the fact that I haven’t felt sexy in a while, and I’m needing a little attention. Maybe I’m just feeling a bit lonely and want someone near me to cuddle up in my bed, surrounded by a blanket, naked under the sheets. Maybe I just need someone who’s around a little more, to make me feel like a natural woman.

For once, the sex confessor is confessing that she is feeling sexless right now, and a bit lonely.

I guess we all have to suffer through the sexless blues, and it’s not fun…it’s hard to not feel wanted when she really would like to, but then again, what can I do about it?

Sex as Art

2009-04-22T00:15:00.002-04:00

A few weeks ago, I had a discussion with a friend about the merits of sex being a creative outlet for human inspiration, and should be a valid artistic output in comparison to music, theatre, media, and the visual arts. Although human nature tends to look at sex as either a procreative act or a recreational act, no one can deny the fact that sex can be looked as another creative output to express emotions reaching the human soul.

What is art, you may ask. Art, in my humble opinion, is another outlet for humans to convey emotions without the use of words, or a human language. There are so many words in a language, but there are sometimes not enough words to fully express an emotion or capture a moment in time. It is a wave of momentary frames, ebbing in and out of one’s hindsight, and disappearing in a blink of an eye. And sex, at times, can definitely feel that way.

Think back to some of your best sexcapades. What was it about those sexcapades that you remember the most about? Was it the way you touched each other? Or the way she clasped you onto a bedpost and clamped your nipples until you cried, “mercy,” while dripping candle wax on your chest? Was it the way he brushed your legs with his hands? Or the way he slid into your pussy, slowly, while he intently stared into your eyes, locking for just one moment? All that, in my opinion, is art.

Art and sex can be connected to so much physical emotion that it can be overlooked, and sex can only be considered art if both parties are at one with each other – not necessarily that they are at one forever and ever, but at one for that one moment, both parties in sync, and they feel the same thing at that one moment in time, and not just the physical, but the emotional as well. I can admit, there were quite a few sexcapades where I didn’t feel the sex was art, but only a way to convey a physical need, selfishly wanting to ease each other’s sexual desire, rather than wanting that other person on an emotional level.

There are so many ways sex can and can’t be art, and it can differ from person to person. One person may see one form of sex as art, while another person wouldn’t. Just like art, sex can be controversial and can vary depending on the person. And sex, like art, can either be beautiful or ugly and unsatisfying, and all completely based on opinion.

In my eyes, there are many ways to have sex, but to have sex be an artform is a totally different venue altogether. All the stars may have to align, and the emotions and movements may have to be just right in order for sex to be considered an artform for me. Maybe I just need to find a sex partner who will be more than happy to help me make “sex art”…

FuBu Game-Playing

2009-04-15T02:34:00.003-04:00

I’m so sorry that I haven’t been able to update the blog the past week, I have been pretty busy with work and kind of ticked off with the whole “dating”/fubu game that I haven’t been able to finish my “Sensual Touch” sexcapade, and it had kind of left a bad taste in my mouth. Hopefully my readers haven’t been wondering as to where I’ve been lately.

So yes, I went out on a date with someone who I thought wasn’t an asshole, had a good vibe with on the first date, had a second date with the person, fooled around…and then I sense him playing games. You know, like leaving voicemails in the middle of the day, saying he’ll call later, and then you try to call him back and he never answers the phone, or he leaves his IM on, but he never responds back…and that type of thing ticks me off. I am the type of person that doesn’t play games, and for someone to lie and say that he doesn’t do that is quite a strike against his character. It’s too bad, since he had potential to be a steady sex partner, but if he’s reading this and he thinks I’m wrong, then he’ll have to go and explain himself to prove me wrong, but I’ve gone ahead and deleted him off my phone. It’s such a shame…tsk tsk tsk

Then again, being in the current situation I’m in, I end up thinking about what I did wrong. Did I do something wrong on the technique? Did I say something to tick him off? What did I do? Things like just make me feel very insecure and very unsexy…and I would prefer for someone to be a man enough to tell me honestly what went wrong rather than being a pussy and playing games. I DO NOT like game playing, it is the shittiest thing to do, PERIOD.

So here I am, trying to find another person to fuck who isn’t your typical “I love your tits, I wanna fuck you, do you do webcam?” bullshitter that you find off the street. Men need to realize that women will NOT go for that bullshit. It’s like being hit on at a club, you don’t feel attractive when men say that, you feel like a piece of meat instead. Yes, everyone wants a piece of ass, but if you’re going be treated like a carcass rather than a woman, then forget about it. I’m a woman with feelings, and you’re gonna have to wine us, dine us, and treat us right before we put out some ass. That’s how it works, boys, so learn how to do it the right way rather than shelling out some stupid pickup lines that you learned from a slam book from elementary school.

There need to be more interesting, intelligent men out there who aren’t assholes to take me in…no more assholes, please!! If you play games, it’s time to toss you out the window, bro…

Sexcapade Files #20: Sensual Touch - Part II

2009-04-02T16:45:00.003-04:00

Chris and I were cuddled against each other, and he drifted off into a snore-filled sleep. Feeling slightly uncomfortable, mainly hearing someone snore, sleeping in a bed that I wasn’t used to, and the fact that I haven’t slept next to someone since Eric and I broke up, I stayed awake tried to turn slowly without waking him up. A few times were successful, but one major turn woke him up, and he started to murmur.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Yes, I’m fine, just getting comfortable,” I said. I placed my head on the crook of his arm, and had and I conversed a little through his sleep-induced haze.

I felt the urge to grab his cock and rub it, just feeling its softness. My, it had been a long time since I had touched a cock like his – uncut, of average length, but it was thick. It reminded me a bit of Eric’s cock, the fact that it grew in my hands, peeking from its foreskin shield, and then growing to about 7inches in length. It was the type of cock that I felt may be able to hit my g-spot perfectly, and I winced at the fact that I couldn’t fuck that cock right now until my period went away. I rubbed and teased it softly with my fingertips, slowly circling around the head, lubricating it with precum until it became slippery and slick.

“Oh baby, that feels so good,” he said. (At this point, my ears started to wince whenever he said the words “Oh baby”…maybe I’m not used to hearing someone talk so much during sex…)

I lifted my head and kissed him on the lips, and once again, our lips touched and rolled against each other, as I felt one of his hands hit sharply on my ass. My, did that feel good. He did it again, and that pleasurable pain of being hit was too enjoyable to pass up. My tongue traveled toward his cheek, and my tongue touched his ear, teasing it with the tip of my tongue, nipping it with my lips, the I moved southward, licking his shoulder and down his arm, until I picked up his hand and sucked the tips of his fingers, one by one, teasing the webs of his fingers with my tongue, and then sliding them into my mouth, deep-throating each finger until all four were in my mouth. I let them go, and continued to lick his stomach, teasing his love handles by flicking them with the tip of my tongue, and then finding my way back to his cock head, licking it slowly and sucking it with my mouth.

“Baby, I want to fuck your breasts,” he said.

With his cock being hard as a rock, I placed his cock in between my breasts, pressed them together, and jerked his cock, while it slid, his cock head peeping in and out. He began to thrust, so I followed his jerks while he titty-fucked me, and I tried to lick his cock every time it appeared at the top of my breasts.

I let go, and he said, “We should get some more sleep,” and I agreed. Again, being comfortable in his arms, I fell into another fitful sleep, wondering what else would come next this night…

Sexcapade Files #19: Sensual Touch - Part I

2009-03-29T03:50:00.005-04:00

Last night, I’ve begun venturing into the realm of tantric sex by being with Sex Partner # 7. What was a friendly and harmless date turned out to be an almost night-long session of sensual touch and foreplay.

I had met Chris from an online dating site, and this was my second date with him, which was more an invitation to hang out and play Rockband with some friends. After a few hours, and the friends had left, he and I were left alone in the living room, sitting very close to each other on the couch, side by side. He softly leaned over and kissed my arm, and asked if I wanted to stay over (which of course, knowing me, I was tempted to see what this new guy had in store for me). I agree, and followed him upstairs. He quickly changed into his sleeping clothes, and I begun to undress, mainly to tease him.

“You don’t mind if I sleep in the nude, do you?” I said (Of course he’s not going to mind, what guy in their right mind wouldn’t want a chick sleeping naked in their bed? I thought.) His eyes wandered to my bare breasts, hanging free after removing my bra, as he stared at them, his mouth slightly agape.

“Wow,” he said. I removed everything except my underwear (unfortunately, I was on my period, and there was no way in hell I was taking it off and having his bed look like a murder scene) and lay on his bed, with a blanket wrapped under my breasts. He lay right beside me, smiled, leaned into kiss my lips and said, “I wonder how good you’d be sucking my cock.”

Our kisses became fervent, and our tongues touched, flicking each other. “Do you really want to know?” I asked.

I wrapped my arms around him, as we kissed, and felt his manly hands brush my back lightly, sending shocks of sensation in circles on my back. I reached down, and rubbed my hand on his cock from the outside of his shorts.

“Oh baby, yes, rub my cock, rub my cock,” he said, in a musky Jeff Stryker-esque voice.

I pushed down his shorts, and stretched my arm to squeeze and jerk his cock, and as he continued his Jeff Stryker-esque sex chant, I pushed my face forward toward his cock, and placed it in my mouth. It felt soooo good to suck another cock, and as I twisted my way around, wrapping my fist around his cock, and my teeth and tongue teasing the underside of his head, he lunged forward, and in a louder, more frantic voice, he emphatically phrased an “OH MY GOD, FUCK, THAT FEELS SO GOOD!” at the top of his hoarse, whispering voice. I guess I had definitely found his spot, as I do with every guy I sleep with.

But while I played with his head, he begun to go soft on me, and then I started to freak out (in my head, of course). Was I doing something wrong? Why is he going soft? And then I would frantically jerk him back into a hard submission, my mouth sucking inward and pulsing roughly, shove him down my throat as gently thrust his penis toward the back of my throat, I felt slightly more confident about my skills yet again.

After a while, I had begun to venture southward with my mouth. I spread his legs open slightly, and begun to lick the inside of his thighs, the creases between his thighs and pelvis, and then licking southward toward his feet, flicking his skin underneath a spread of hair, moving up and down his legs, sucking his dick again in my mouth, then moving toward his stomach, brushing my fingertips on his skin, my hands swirling slowly on his stomach, venturing towards his love handles, and he softly giggled. Sensing that I found one of his erogenous spots, I ventured toward the other side and he giggled again. With my head bent, my lithe tongue frantically darted on his skin, I glided my wide tongue on his ticklish spot and he moaned with, “Oh my god,” over and over again.

“I think I found an erogenous zone,” I said. “Basically, if you find your partner’s ticklish spots, and then lick them, they get turned on.”

“Wow, that feels so fucking good,” he said. I lowered my back onto the pillow, and he leaned down and kissed me softly on the lips, slightly pecking my lips, our tongues wrestling as we wrapped our arms around each other, and softly his fingertips were slowly running down my shoulders and arms and venturing toward my back, erotically charging me as he brushed against ultra-sensitive spots on my back, and I gasped and heaved, feeling weightless from his touch, my arms wrapped around his waist, as my body arched with his touch, his tongue flicking my skin. I lay nestled on his chest, holding on to him for leverage, as I gasped and moaned and heaved sexually-charged sighs, breathless of the electric pleasure of his fingertips brushing onto my skin. The feeling felt magnetic. He stopped and kissed me on the lips, each kiss with a gradual sexual urgency, and turned me onto my back. With his fingertips, I felt his fingertips roll my left nipple with his hand, teasing the ends of the nipple, then squeezing it slowly. His head moved to my right breast, and while I watched him engulf my nipple with his mouth, I felt his tongue flicking the nipple, and then swirling it around the nipple, and I gasped. His hand traveled south and felt his hand reach under my underwear.

“Oh my god, you’re so wet,” he said. I cringed at hearing it, wondering if he forgot that I had told him that I was on my period, and that he was rubbing my clit with a layer of blood. Although part of me cringed, another part of me was highly enjoying his fingers rub my clit, charging my erotic juices flowing. He then inserted one finger, then two, then three into my vagina, thrusting his hand as I moaned and heaved, my back arching as his mouth sucked my nipple and his fingers rubbed my clit.

I heard the bed creak, and felt the bed moved as I felt his cock rubbed my thigh, leaving a sticky trail of precum seeping from his head. He rubbed faster and faster, poking my thigh, and a trail of clear cum dripped from his cock in spurts. He rose, and a trail of sticky cum stretched from the bed sheet to his dick, and lay down beside me, our arms and legs surrounding each other, as our lips met with soft kisses.

“Oh my god, that felt so good,” he whispered. With my head nestled on his chest, and our arms and legs wrapped around each other, we drifted into sleep…but the night wasn’t over yet…

Sexcapade Files #18: Squirt Waterfalls

2009-03-21T02:52:00.002-04:00

For the longest time, I had known that I knew how to squirt in my early 20s, and I wasn’t sure if that was normal. I would be lying on my bed, rubbing my clit with my slick cum, dipping my fingers into my vagina, back and forth, until I would feel my pussy muscles clench and I would gasp and bite my lip from the pleasure, and then, suddenly, a gush of watery liquid would come out from me, and the wetness would spread onto my bed sheets as if I had wet the bed like a three-year old. I wasn’t sure what that was until it happened one night with Eric.

Eric and I had been touching each other that night – lying side by side, naked on the bed, he and I were kissing, wrestling with our tongues and biting lips, sucking the tip of his tongue, when I had reached down to stroke his penis. It was already hard when I had decided to stroke it, and drops of precum were glistening on his head. I smeared the precum on his head, gently rubbing it back and forth, and massaging his head with my hands when he broke our kiss, moved in between my legs, and began to lick my pussy.

He pulled the skin flat from my clit and licked the undersides of my clit, then rapidly flicked it back and forth with the tip of his tongue. Then he took his lips and sucked my clit, massaging it with his lips, while he dipped two of his large fingers into my wet pussy. My head bent back, a moan escaped my lips, and I held onto the bed sheets tightly, feeling my pussy clench onto his fingers, while his fingertips scratched my g-spot, clenching tighter and tigher, until my pussy exploded – a gush of water flowed out from my pussy and spilled onto the bed sheets, wetting the bed.

Eric’s head shot up from between my legs and exclaimed: “You just squirted!”

“Squirted? What’s that?” I said, so afraid that I peed on the bed.

“It’s when a woman shoots liquid from her pussy, just like what you did,” he said.

“Are you saying that it’s not pee? Serious?!” I said.

“Wow babe, you definitely are one hell of a porn star, you just squirted! Awesome!” he said.

So from that day forward, I wasn’t ashamed when I “wet” the bed…

Sexcapade Files #17: Two Entrances, No Exits

2009-03-20T01:04:00.004-04:00

Throughout my relationship with Eric, we had ventured into the world of anal sex, something that I had always told myself I would never do just because it was utterly painful. After a while, with a lot more sex experience under my belt, I felt that I was ready for it, and that I could take the pain, just to feel what it was like to be fucked in the ass.

It was an experience to definitely die for. I loved the new sensations my ass gave me when I was stuffed with a dick. I felt my ass cheeks squeezing around Eric’s dick, as it would pulse, and the orgasm surprisingly was a different sort – it was intense, but it was a gradual orgasm, not like the ones I felt up my pussy, which were hard and rocking once the right spot was hit.

One night, Eric and I were fucking in the usual way: he would kiss me, and then move downward toward my breasts, biting them and teasing my nipples until they were hard, moving his tongue along my stomach and waist, then tease me with his tongue on my clit, feeling his goatee scratch against my pussy lips. His lips would pinch my clit, massaging it until I came, and then enter his engorged cock into my pussy, hitting my g-spot over and over until I came, overcome with the power of the g-spot, convulsing and whimpering from my climax, thrusting over and over again after my very long orgasm.

After a while, he pulled out, and told me to flip over. I got down on my hands and knees on the bed, and he said, “I want to try something new tonight, both of your holes are going to get fucked.”

“Really?” I said, between breaths. “How do you suppose we do that?”

”Just trust me,” he said. He inserted his forefinger into my ass, and I moaned from the sharp pain and the pleasure, as he relaxed my asshole with his finger, thrusting it slowly, in and out, while he took his other hand and thrust two fingers into my already wet and sticky pussy. I whimpered even more, hanging onto the headboard for dear life, while I wriggled through another climax, feeling my pussy and ass clamp together, in uneven pulses, feeling the two climaxes together made me hazy with my sexual desire.

Slowly, he removed his fingers from my pussy and inserted another finger into my asshole. My, did it feel good. His fingers stretched my asshole, feeling the sharp pain, but also feeling the sensation of his hands stretching my ass cheeks and his fingers thrusting in and out, pausing a few times to enter my pussy to lubricate them, then entering again to feel his fingers dip in and out of my asshole.

Then, I felt his cock nudging into my asshole, and he slowly entered, bit by bit, as I moaned in pain as he entered inside of me. It took a while as more and more of his cock was in my ass, pausing every few seconds for me to get used to it, until he was fully inside of me. He waited a few more moments until he started to gently thrust into my ass, feeling my ass cheeks tightening as he rocked himself inside of me, and then eventually, ramming into my ass, feeling my ass cheeks squeeze around his cock, as I hung onto the bed post for dear life, moaning and whimpering until he slowed down and paused.

He reached over to his desk and pulled out our favorite sex toy – his black flashlight – and slid it into my pussy. It felt good to feel the cold plastic sliding inside of me, pulling it in and out, and then he pushed it enough to where it would stay in place.

“Hold onto the tip of the flashlight for me, I don’t want it sliding out,” he said. As he fucked me from behind, I pushed the flashlight into me while I hung on to the headboard, feeling full as he fucked my ass into oblivion, and the orgasm gradually overtook me, my ass cheeks convulsing even more as I screamed through my ass orgasm.

“I’m going to cum!” he breathlessly said. He pulled out of my ass and shot cum all over my back, feeling the sticky white cum drip hot drops slide into my ass crack. After wiping me down, we both collapsed on the bed, exhausted from our interesting ass fuck.

Now I know what it feels to have two entrances and no exits, all at the same time…

The Mismatched Sex Partner Problem

2009-03-18T03:09:00.002-04:00

It seems as if it’s difficult to find a sex partner you can trust that has the same interest in sex as you do. You may be attracted to that person, you may love to fuck that person, but sometimes it seems as if the person you’re with isn’t into the same sex interests that you’re into. It’s like the equilibrium has changed, the pendulum constantly swaying, while you’re wanting to try different things, and your partner isn’t.

Being stuck in a rut when it comes to sex is such a frustrating thing. Often, when you’re in a romantic relationship, sometimes you just don’t want to do the same missionary/blowjob/pussy eating/in bed thing that you’ve always done. Sometimes you want to try a new sex game, or be tied up in bed, or want to fuck in a different “venue”, or want to bring in a third party, etc…and someone isn’t willing or wanting to spoil the fun. And then, you feel like an ass because you’re always the one making up new ideas, and you’re stringing along your partner because your partner is just too lazy or too scared or just isn’t imaginative enough to do something new in the sack, and you end up doing the same old boring thing.

Don’t get me wrong – sex is an awesome experience. I wouldn’t turn down a good fuck at all (mind you, key word here is “good”, LOL). But sometimes, the same type of sex over and over and over again can get kind of…well...STALE. You definitely want to try something new once that happens, right?

I run into that problem quite often, and I believe there are a lot of you that do too. I understand that there will be things that you aren’t willing to do, and there will be some disagreements, and that’s fine. What frustrates me is the fact that some people aren’t willing to try something new.

What is it about experimentation in sex that scares people away? Is it the fact that they don’t want to be labeled as a “sex freak”, an abnormal type of person in society? That we all have to share the same types of sexual frustrations, fuck the same way, through all the rigid avenues of the whitest of vanilla sex? That just seems like a boring way to live life, in my honest opinion.

The mind is such a sexual organ, and if we don’t use that, we are wasting our sexual lives away. Even if all you want to do is vanilla sex, you could think of surprising your partner with a trail of sexy notes in all of his pockets, or leaving a cum-soaked lacy thong under his pillow, or play some kind of sexual foreplay…or better yet, experiment with a whip and a paddle, decked in leather…

There is nothing wrong with stretching your imagination and experimenting in sex. Be willing to open your minds and expand your sexual limitations, and learn something new about sex, and about yourself. Listen to your partners, maybe you may find out about something new that you’ll want to add to your sex favorites!!

Sexcapade Files #16: The Peppermint Mishap

2009-03-11T04:06:00.004-04:00

Have you ever had a sex experience where you felt “minty fresh” at the end? After this tale, you would never be able to watch a Listerine or Scope commercial the same way…

One Friday evening, I was planning on driving home to see my parents for the weekend, and I was watching TV with Eric at our apartment, when I had a splitting headache. I was lying on the couch, shutting my eyes, and contemplating whether I would drive home that night, with every last living brain cell not completely occupied with this splitting headache I was suffering from. I had asked Eric to grab some Tylenol and some peppermint oil from the bathroom cabinet (Tylenol for me to swallow, and peppermint oil to rub on my head, I was such a hippie). After I swallowed the pills, I opened the canister of peppermint oil, and tipped it over onto my head, not realizing that quite a bit of the oil spilled on my face, and had gotten into my eyes!

My eyes felt as if they were on fire! Forgetting that I even had a headache for the time being, I was running around, trying to find water, walking around with my eyes closed, feeling the pain of the peppermint’s cold sensation in my eyes, walking around in agony trying to get to the bathroom sink to douse my eyes, screaming in pain. I found myself in front of the bathroom sink, running cup after cup of water over my eyes for minutes on end until my eyes were not feeling as minty fresh and cold.

Eric had felt bad about this experience, so he had decided to lay me down onto the bed and said that he was going to run up a bubble bath for me. As I was on the bed, I could hear him clattering in the bathroom, rummaging for bath bubbles, running the water in the tub, and about fifteen minutes later, I felt his hands around me, leading me to the bathtub, pulling off my clothes, and placing me into the tub, surrounded by bubbles. Minutes later, I felt him sit behind me, and he held me in his arms, his hands rubbing my head, as I was feeling very relaxed.

Pretty soon, I was beginning to feel cold, as if a breeze was blowing through the bathtub.

“Does it feel cold in here?” I asked Eric.

“No, it’s pretty warm to me,” he said.

“Then why am I shivering?” I asked him. “What did you use for this bubble bath?”

“I found that large bottle with blue gel in the cabinet where you put all of your bath supplies,” he said.

“Oh no, that’s peppermint bubble bath! No wonder it’s getting so cold in here,” I said. Of course, I wanted to fight it out, shivering as I was, to take the minty coldness in that tub, but a few minutes later, I was shivering more than ever. Eric held me closer to keep me warm.

“By the way, how much of that bath gel did you use?” I asked.

“Almost all of the bottle,” he said.

“What?!” I exclaimed. By now, my teeth were chattering, and I felt as if the temperature dropped down to below zero. I jumped out of the shower and ran naked to the bed, and buried myself in three blankets, trying to keep myself warm. I felt the chill of air, my whole body covered in mint, feeling like a giant Altoid mint.

Soon, Eric’s hands dug to find me underneath the blankets, and he held me in his arms, naked as he was, feeling his chest press against my breasts, and his cock getting larger in between my legs…

“Maybe I should try warming you up another way,” he said. His fingers found my pussy, as he stuck two fingers inside of me, teasing my g-spot, feeling myself get wetter as he played around inside of me, and I heard myself moan. Feeling his fingers wet from that pussy play, he rubbed his fingers on my swollen clit, rubbing it back and forth, in a circular motion, as his mouth found my breast, sucking the nipple, and biting it with his mouth. He then took his engorged cock, slid it against my wet pussy, and began to thrust.

I lay on my back, hanging onto his legs for dear life, as we fucked underneath three blankets, feeling his cock thrust inside of me, my arms around his back as he shoved himself into me, going from soft strokes to hard strokes then back to soft strokes, thrusting himself into me more and more, feeling the minty feeling of a peppermint sex session fade away as he thrust himself more and more, the minty feeling in my pussy and his dick thrusting away gave me a climax that I had never felt before – the feeling of a winter wind chill climax.

Soon, he was reaching his peak, and he came inside of me, both of us panting away the coldness, the pain, and our after-sex glow.

“I’m so sorry for putting the whole bottle in the bathtub, V,” he apologized. “I didn’t know that that was peppermint bath bubbles.”

”It’s okay, at least my headache’s gone and I’m feeling a lot better,” I said.

“I wonder what made your headache go away, the peppermint or the sex?” he mused.

“I have no idea, but this night would definitely be an interesting sex story,” I laughed.

And as I slowly fell asleep from that peppermint sex fiasco, I realized that this would be something I can laugh about in time, indeed…

Sexcapade Files #15: Dirty Feet, Duct Tape and Handcuffs

2009-03-04T03:15:00.005-05:00

Before Jesse, I knew very little about the outside realms of vanilla sex. To me, being able to achieve a more potential knowledge in sex was to tackle a new position, role play, or foreplay, but rarely did I go through anything like I went through with Jesse – I was a little horny thing, always wanting to be the submissive one, always wanting to be the receiver, always being the feminine one, by being cute and sexy.

Things changed once I started fucking Jesse. I completely did not expect the things he had wanted me to do. I had opened up a new door of BDSM.

Back then, I did not know what it was about. I knew a little about it – there was always a master and a slave, and it had to do with a lot of hitting, and a lot of punishment. The master would hit the slave so much that the slave would have to give the signal as to how much they can take, and their sexual pleasure is derived from the pain, or the pain threshold. The only thing I was able to do in BDSM before Jesse was when Eric tied me up on the few occasions we would play around with bondage. I guess I only a very small pinprick of the iceberg in regard to that issue.

Jesse was definitely in the BDSM realm. First of all, he was a sub, and he wouldn’t get off with vanilla sex (and believe me, we tried)…mounting me from top like your average horny guy would not work with him. Second, he enjoyed being whipped and hit with a rubber pom-pom whip, being shackled by his wrists and ankles with Velcro cuffs. Third, he had a MAJOR foot fetish – he loved having women’s feet dragging over his face, smelling them after being in shoes all day. Fourth, he could not get off unless he was choked by sexual asphyxiation.

The first time I had a session with Jesse, I really needed to be taught what to do. It was hard learning something completely foreign, and while I was young and not completely understanding the art, the more I did it with him, the more I began to appreciate the art of BDSM. Although I may not know much, but as the years go by, I began to understand and appreciate the art a lot more, and hope to do some more in the future with a dom that could teach me more about the art, but I digress…

In this post, I’ll describe to you my most memorable session with Jesse (this is right before the Sex Club Expedition), and it’s the most memorable mainly because I still have the pictures of that last session in my hard drive to remember how hot it was (although very amateurish, compared to “expert” BDSM).

When Jesse entered the room, I was already wearing a black corset with matching g-string thong. He walked in, and pulled him to his knees.

“Tonight, you will call me Mistress. Whatever I say you will have to obey,” I said to him.

“Yes, Mistress,” he said.
“Stand up, and take off your clothes,” I said.

“No, Mistress! I will not!” he said.

“Bitch! Do you want to get smacked?” I yelled.

“Yes, Mistress!” he said. I hit him with the rubber whip on his upper back.

“Take off your clothes, now!” I commanded. He stood up, removed his clothes quickly.

“Hug the pillow with your arms and legs!” I commanded. He obeyed, and I moved towards him, shackled his ankles around the pillow, and tied his wrists around the pillow with rope.

“Bitch, is this what you want, little slave? Do you want to get punished?” I yelled. He remained silent.

“Slave, I’m commanding you to speak! Do you want this whip to color your ass red?” I cried.

”Yes, Mistress!” he responded. The whip hit him smartly on the ass, stroke after stroke, in hard smacks. They came one after another, until his thigh area was colored red, with a few darker red streaks from the whip.

“Turn over, Slave! I’m not done with you yet until I haven’t covered the other side of your ass!!” I yelled. The whip landed onto his thigh, and hearing him cry out, louder after every hit of the whip, made me feel greedily powerful. Soon, this thigh was red, and the redness covered the majority of his outer thigh, red streaks near his ass cheek. I was working it really well with him tonight.

“Slave, I will release you from your bondages, but only from your wrists. There are more punishments your way,” I said. I untied the rope and removed the pillow from between his legs.

“You may crawl to the bed and lie there, with your back on the bed,” I commanded. He got on his hands and knees, but since it took him a while to craw, I became agitated.

“You need to be faster, Slave!” I hit him on the buttocks, this time with an English riding crop. He finally collapsed on the bed.

“Slave, since this is our last session together, and you’ve been such a good slave, I will reward you tonight. Open your mouth,” I commanded.

I reached toward the foot of my bed and took out a used, dirty sock. I rolled it up into a ball, placed it in his mouth, took a piece of duct tape, and placed it over his mouth. His face lit up like a Christmas tree.
[Sidenote: To most of you, this seems pretty strange. Why did you place a dirty sock in his mouth, you ask. Honestly, this is one of Jesse’s fantasies. Because of his extreme foot fetish, one of his biggest fantasies was to have a dirty sock in his mouth and have his mouth duct taped shut, while having foot play on his face. Strange, but it’s true.]

“Do you like my reward, Slave?” I purred. I stood over his face, and with one foot, I massaged his face with my foot, squeezing his face muscles, placing it over his nose, and pinching his nose with my toes for a few seconds at a time so he could achieve a hard-on. My toes prodded his cheeks, the arch of my foot hovered his face, as I pressed his mouth and nose for him to choke for a few moments as he achieved a hard-on.

A few moments later, I crouched and positioned my pussy over his face, with my hands facing his dick. His legs were still very read from the beating I gave him, but it looked lovely. It was a proud moment in my short-lived BDSM experience, to see Jesse covered in red marks that were created by my hand.

My pussy lowered, as I sat on his face as he choked himself to an orgasm, my hands working on his dick to achieve his hard-on. After around twenty-seconds, my hands still jerking his dick back and forth, caressing his head and jerking his shaft, I felt his hand tap my ass to lift up as he gasped for air for a few seconds. Soon, my pussy once again choked him to reach an orgasm, staying on his face for much longer, as my hands work his dick, up and down, as he got harder with every pussy choke I made. I felt his hand tap my ass again – this time, his dick was getting harder, and with the third time, pussy choking him, my hands squeezing and jerking his dick nonstop, he finally came on his stomach, achieving orgasm. I released him from his binds, as he wiped away the milky cum.

Although this experience completely shows that I knew very little of BDSM, at least I learned something new about the art, and writing about this experience that happened more than 3 years ago made me realize that I understand BDSM more than I did back when I was younger and was doing BDSM with Jesse. I realized that it’s not just about hitting and whipping and creating pain – the sexual side of BDSM is all about mind control, and being able to achieve a sexual experience not just with pain, but with control and discipline. BDSM is about playing your role well, and experience sex not just with a physical body, but also with the mind.

For someone who had minimal experience with mainly vanilla sex, it wasn’t a bad experience at all. And in the subsequent days and years, rethinking my experiences, it had awaken a different side of me that I wished to one day learn, maybe I’m more of a sub than I thought I was…BDSM will definitely something I would possibly look into, not completely getting into the spirit, but to explore and discover more about the realm of BDSM wouldn’t entirely be a bad thing either…

Sexuality and Self-Respect

2009-02-23T22:46:00.003-05:00

I’ve received some feedback from readers appalled at my behavior. From their standpoint, no “self-respecting” men would want to go for me after what I wish to do. Honestly, those comments infuriated me, and I figured it was high time for me to have my say about that situation, so people just shut the fuck up and mind their own business.

After receiving those comments, I pondered about that statement: what is a “self-respecting” human being? Is it being in a monogamous relationship, only having vanilla sex in the confines of a bedroom? Or is it a man having a chaste woman who knows very little about sex, so he can teach her how to pleasure specifically for his needs? Or is a self-respecting person really a person who accepts who he/she really is, and will do whatever he/she needs to do for his/her own personal satisfaction, just as long as he/she doesn’t hurt anyone?

Society has trained us from the day we were born till the day we die about how we should conduct ourselves. I understand the logic and agree with it to some degree, but how is it right to tell people how they should live their lives if it’s not hurting people? I loathe people that cheat on their partners, or marry the opposite sex even though they know they’re homosexuals, or marry then beat up their partners. That is blatantly wrong. But is it right for you to tell me what to do and judge me just because I want to fuck people in the way that I want to be fucked? Do you still have self-respect for yourself because you want to have a three-some or want to get fucked in a car?

I think it is. I feel that by doing those things, I’m respecting myself by being truthful to my personal needs. I don’t see anything wrong with what I’m doing, and people who are so narrow-minded by my insatiable need to be sexually desired in multiple settings can go fuck themselves, take a look inside of themselves and figure out the truth.

I can’t stand the contradictions of this society’s sexual double standard. How is okay for a “self-respecting” man to go off into the world, become conquerors for pussy, and women can’t? Why is it when a woman does the same thing, she doesn’t look like a “respectable” woman?

There is NOTHING wrong for women who achieve and search for their sexual desires. I think there should be more women out there that should, and I don’t care if a man feels intimidated by these women. They should be lucky that they have women like that, who aren’t afraid to try something new, to have someone that is willing to guide them into the sexual unknown. It’s infuriating to deal with men who wish to only have women to be chaste on the outside, but a sex freak in between the sheets.

What century do these people live in? We are not living in the time before Women’s Lib, where women were vassals of men’s pleasure, following and appeasing every whim and pleasure just for a man. Men need to fully accept and sink the idea into their heads that women are sexual individuals too, and that men are not the only ones that can go on conquests for lustful-only sex, just so they can get another notch on their belts.

As an independent woman living in the 21st century, I am exercising my right to fuck whoever I wish to fuck, in the way I choose. As a woman, I am respecting myself in the terms of my own sexuality. I am being truthful to myself, in my own wants and needs when it comes to sex. And I encourage and applaud other women out there to do the same, even if it is choosing not do what I plan to do when it comes to sex.

For anyone who thinks that no self-respecting man would ever want me, go ahead and look at yourselves for once, and clear up those “forbidden” desires that everyone in this world has. If you find my behavior appalling, then don’t read my blog. It’ll leave one less narrow-minded person judging me for my behavior, and the less of your kind there are, the better. I have better things to in my life than having to explain my behavior to gain your favor, but I’ll rant this once just for you to look inside yourselves, stop repressing your sex lives, and live life to the fullest. We all have one life to life. Stop judging and HAVE SEX!!

Comments? Let’s start a discussion. What do you all think?

Sexcapades To Do (and Don't) List

2009-02-18T02:40:00.005-05:00

There are a few things on my sex list that I am still wanting to try to do, dreamed about doing, masturbated about them, et cetera. There are other things that I know that LIKE HELL I would never, ever do.

These are things on my Sexcapades To Do List:

- THREESOME!! I would prefer an MMF, but I wouldn’t cross off an FFM, either. I could say, that, just once, I have slept with a woman, in the context of a threesome.

- Be chained on a wall, both ankles and wrists, being tortured with a vibrator (I had seen a porno like that, and it was super hot), candle wax, and of course, a whip/paddle

- Role-play gang-rape (not a real one, of course) with myself and a bunch of guys

- Sex in a bathroom stall!! So many people have done it, it’s in movies (the hottest bathroom sex scene I’d ever seen was in the film “Unfaithful” with Dianne Lane and Olivier Martinez

- An orgy…not just being in a room with other couple having sex, but me being fucked by one guy, me sucking another, and giving a handjob to another, while that guy eats another girl’s pussy…and the list goes on

- Having sex on a sex swing or being suspended in the air

- Being fucked while holding on to a pull-up bar (similar to above)

- Having sex on a hood of a car (or inside a car)

- Having sex while sitting on top of a running washing machine or clothes dryer

- Me playing mistress, wearing a rubber suit, while torturing a fully-naked man, acting as my slave

- Sex on an airplane (ala Mile High Club)

- Sex in a bathtub, hot tub, or swimming pool

- Having sex (the whole shebang) at a sex club with a crowd of people watching

- Sex in the great outdoors (especially on the beach)

- Any position that I haven’t tried yet

- Japanese bondage (the right way)

- Having some kind of food licked off from me (ice cream, chocolate syrup, honey, whipped cream, etc)

And I intend to do most of these things before I settle down and get married.

Here are things that I will NEVER do (besides the obvious actual rapes, children and animals):

- Anything that involves cutting and blood (gross)

- Being shat upon (number 2)…(double gross)

- Anything that involves me shoving a tube down a guy’s cock (triple gross)

I may add to both of these lists, but those are the major ones right now, I may add to them as I continue on with my sexual journey…

Sexcapade Files #14: The Anniversary - Part III

2009-02-17T00:56:00.008-05:00

He took me in his arms, and kissed me on the lips. I wrapped my arms around him, and he kissed me hungrily, our tongue touching and wrestling, as our lips moved in synchronization, moving our heads from one side to the other. As he kissed my neck, I felt his hand rolling my nipple around between his fingers, and I moaned louder and louder, as his hand began to squeeze my breast. His lips found my nipple, and as one hand squeezed one breast, he began to suck and flick the top of my nipple with his tongue, and I felt myself moan again. It felt sooooo good to have him suck my nipple, biting it gently, teasing it with his teeth, and then biting the surface of my breast a few times before sucking my nipple again. His lips found the other nipple, and he sucked and licked it again that I heard myself whimper and moan, louder as he teased my nipples into hard and erect nubs.

His lips went further south, and as he kissed my stomach and found the erogenous zones around my waist, he dipped two of his fingers into my wet and sticky pussy and wiggled them around, trying to find my g-spot. My back arched, moaning even louder, and my body began to shake from the orgasm that was building from inside of me. His thumb found my clit, and as he teased my inner thighs with his tongue, my pussy was getting wetter and stickier, feeling his fingers rotate inside of me, and his thumb rubbing back and forth on my pulsating clit.

His mouth found its way towards the arch of my feet, and up to the big toe. One by one, my toes were being sucked by his mouth, the crevices of my toes were licked by the tip of his tongue, and I felt my body shake and writhe around the bed, unable to contain myself with another mounting climax. His mouth explored my feet, one foot then the other, as his other hand continued to work my pussy, adding more and more fingers, until four of his fingers were in my pussy, teasing my g-spot, and I couldn’t help but scream as my pussy pulsed from the climax.

After the pulsing had gone away, he took his cock, and rubbed it from the outside, feeling the stickiness, then rubbing his head on my clit, and he lubricated himself with my wetness. Seconds later, I felt him inside of me, and as I felt his chest rub against my breasts, my legs fastened against his thighs, he thrusted into me as I felt another climax build its way up, faster and tigher, until I screamed at the top of my lungs, cumming so much that he pulled out, and shot his milky white cum all over my stomach and breasts.

He collapsed besides me, both of us panting and out of breath. After wiping cum off my stomach, we lay still for a while, looking into each other’s eyes, smiling after our second time that evening.

After a while, I leaned toward him, kissed him softly on the lips, and said, “I have one more surprise for you.”

“Really? What’s that?” he asked.

“Look under the bed, and tell me what you see.” I slyly said to him.

He rose, crouched to look underneath the bed, and found two bandanas tied against the feet of my bed.

“What are the bandanas for?” he asked.

“Well, do you want to tie me up and figure it out?” I purred.

He smiled, pulled me down, and laid me down of the floor. After tying my wrists with the bandanas, he whispered, “What do you want me to do with you?”

“You can do anything you want, you’re in control,” I said.

He kneeled between my legs and smartly spanked me on the thigh a few times. Then, holding on to my wrists, pinning me down, he began to suck my breasts again, biting harder this time. I screamed in pain, enjoying the sharp shooting feeling, as his teeth bit hard, leaving teeth marks on my breasts, my arms, my neck, moving south as he spanked my legs again, enjoying the feeling of this light slap fest.

“You’ve been such a bad girl tonight, you deserve to be punished,” he said.

“Please, don’t hurt me, I’m not a bad girl!” I feigned innocence.

He continued to slap my legs and breasts again. “How should I punish you?” he asked.

“Do whatever you feel you think you need to do to punish me,” I said.

He stood over me with his hard cock hanging in front of my face. I understood, and sucked his cock as he lightly thrusted into my mouth, sucking it hard as I tasted salty pre-cum oozing from the head, then he pulled out, hitting my face with his cock, and flicking his shaft with my tongue as his cock hit my cheeks and nose.

He moved back in between my thighs and shoved his already hard cock into my dripping pussy. As his arms pinned me down, he thrusted hard and roughly, biting my neck as he drove himself into me, harder and harder, feeling his rhythm, feeling his dick taking control of me, as I convulsed with orgasm, screaming louder and louder, until he pulled out again and soaked my face with his milky white cum, some into my mouth, and slid his cock into my mouth for me to suck the last remaining bits of cum from his cock. He collapsed on top of me, and after a few minutes, untied me from my binds and climbed back into bed together.

We were completely exhausted. We had made love three times that night, in 5 hours, and it was already past 3 am. It was like a marathon of sex, all different kinds of sex, and the sex was completely wonderful. I had never climaxed like that in my whole life. Our love for each other made the sex completely and utterly wonderful.

We both fell asleep in each other’s arms, the after sex glow still on our faces. It was a dream come true, enjoying such a romantic anniversary together, and definitely an anniversary that I will never forget.

Sexcapade Files #13: The Anniversary – Part II

2009-02-15T20:28:00.008-05:00

Sitting in that warm bathtub water, our naked bodies wrapped around each other, made me feel as if we were the only people in the world so in love that night. My head was snuggled underneath his chin, and his arms wrapped around my chest, made me feel so comfortable and so protected. At that moment, I felt that time had stopped and didn’t wish for it to end. The echoing silence of pure and true love surrounded us like a thin veil – it was intoxicating, as if the mist carried our love, touching the flickers of the candles and radiated the room with a warm, bright light. We were completely and utterly in love.

We began to daydream about our future together – our dream house, kids, a career – all entangled with a passion of young love. His goatee brushed against my cheek as he kissed me gently, and his hands and fingers found their way in mine. I felt completely trusting of him, and loved him so much more, during that one moment in time.

Soon, one of his hands found its way to encircle my nipple. With the rough tips of his fingers, he began to softly rub the tip in gentle strokes, then massaging it between his thumb and his forefinger. I moaned softly while his other hand began to cover my other breast to squeeze and massage it gently. With that encouragement, I began to moan louder and louder. Soon, his hand had released my breast, and ventured south, right between my legs, and I felt his hands rub my already pulsing clit, still raw from his mouth and goatee, was now feeling even more raw as his submerged hand rubbed me, making me feel even hornier.

“Why don’t we go for round two?” He whispered in my ear.

He didn’t have to ask me twice. We sloppily got out of the tub, rubbed ourselves dry with a towel, and we ran toward the bed again once more. He lay on the bed, and as he tried to pull me toward him, I resisted, slightly.

“Wait, I have another surprise for you,” I purred.

“Another one?!” he exclaimed.

I went into the kitchen and took out a few things from my fridge, and brought them to him. In my arms were a bottle of chocolate syrup, whipped cream, a glass with ice cubes, Altoid mints, and wrapped chocolate.

“Here, I bought these for you,” I said, as I handed him his favorite chocolate.

“Wow, thanks. You really are full of surprises tonight,” he said. He popped a chocolate in his mouth.

“Well, it’s not over yet. Lay back, because I wanted to try some things with you,” I said.

I took the cold chocolate syrup and squeezed a bit on his cock. He slightly flinched at the coldness, but in a second, my tongue was swirling the sticky chocolate with my tongue, covering his half-erect penis with traces of chocolate.

“Oops, I see you’ve become such a mess, let me clean it up for you,” I purred.

My tongue began to flip and swirl around his head and shaft, licking off the stickiness of the chocolate from his cock, lapping up the saltiness of his cock and the sweetness of the chocolate in long strokes, as I massaged his dick in my hands. My mouth then covered his cock and my head bobbed slowly, sucking his dick to take the stickiness away.

“Oh, we can’t have a cock sundae without whipped cream,” I said. I took the whipped cream canister from the table, and a shot of air blew on his penis. He flinched and sighed.

“Wow, that felt a bit intense, feeling a shot of an air blast shoot on my dick like that,” he sighed. A blotch of cream was on his shaft, as I covered bits of his stomach with cream. I leaned over and began to lap up the cream with my tongue and mouth in long strokes, tracing circles on his stomach.

“You are such a mess! Here, let me clean it up for you a little more,” I whispered, as I reached for the glass that held ice cubes, grabbed a piece of ice in my hand, and began to smear the melting ice on his cock. He flinched even more.

As I smeared the ice cube on his dick, my mouth followed the traces of the ice cube with my mouth, making sure to not leave the ice cube on the same place for more than a split second, giving his cock a hot-and-cold feeling as his cock was given an ice and mouth bath. When the ice cube melted, I warmed up his cock again with my mouth, sucking it with my mouth and nipping his cock with my lips until his cock felt warm again. Then, I decided to go one more step further: the mints.

“We can’t have a cock sundae without an after-dinner mint, now can’t we?” I said. I placed a few Altoid mints in my mouth, then went down on him again, sucking him and moving the mints around the surface of his cock.

“My cock has a minty-fresh feeling,” he said. Once the mints were gone, I sucked him again, and then ventured up his stomach, caressing his neck and licking his ear, while my hand jerked his cock in hard movements.

“With all the experimentation you’re doing this evening, you’re making me even hornier. I want to make love to you now,” he whispered, his hands again massaging my breasts.

“I’m all yours tonight,” I purred. He took me in his arms and laid me on the bed, as I wondered what he was going to do next…

Rome & Juliet: A Celebration of Lesbian Love

2009-02-14T17:27:00.007-05:00

As I spent this Valentine’s Day by myself, I decided to spend this romantic day watching something romantic, but with an unconventional twist – a movie about romantic lesbian love.

As I’ve stated before, I’m not a lesbian. I may be more open and accepting with things that are out of convention’s reach, and since I was raised in a city that was open and accepting of alternate ways of living, I consider myself a major fag hag. Many of my friends are gay, and I applaud them for living life the way they want to, to love whatever gender they prefer, just as much as they accept the way I live my life. I can relate to them, knowing how hard it is to live such a different way of life, but we seem to understand each other, like kindred souls.

I saw this movie for the first time last week. I was a bit skeptical on whether or not I would love this movie, because I had seen lesbian-themed movies and shows before, and I wasn’t completely turned on by the idea. They didn’t really tug at my heart for some reason, and they way they were presented made it seem too soap opera-ish, too cheesy, and too unrealistic by presenting it in a bombastically unsubtle way.

But this movie, “Rome and Juliet”, really floored me. It’s not because of the storyline – it’s a story that’s been done quite a few times (like “Imagine Me & You”), but the script and the acting was so well-done, I couldn’t help but hold my breath and gush over the beauty of the movie. It was so beautiful that I became teary-eyed a few times, holding my chest as I felt that warm and fuzzy feeling watching the two actresses fall in love, go through struggles, as if it were true love itself. In fact, I sent it to my gay friend, and even he LOVES this movie…and the fact that he loves this movie when he should be allergic and breaking into hives by watching two women getting it on and falling in love is a big surprise to me.

“Rome and Juliet” is a lesbian-themed indie romantic movie from the Philippines, but if you’re a gay advocate, like myself, or if you’re gay yourself, you HAVE to see this movie. I completely vouch for it, you can’t help but fall in love with this movie, I promise you that.

As I said, the storyline is not new: Juliet, a conservative pre-school teacher, is about to be married to a young government official named Marc, but she is having small doubts of whether Marc is THE ONE. She loves Marc, but has trouble trying to fit in with his world, since his antagonizing mother seems to look down on Juliet. She then meets Rome, a single and lustful straight woman, who hires Rome to become her wedding planner. The two women become the best of friends instantly, noticing that they have some kind of connection.

As Rome & Juliet build a deeper connection with each other, problems start to arise between Marc & Juliet – their individual principles begin to clash as Rome and Juliet become more and more involved with each other, the chemistry building from their subtle glances at each other when the other isn’t looking, an accidental kiss during an argument, and subtle jealousies build. Then, during a night when Juliet seeks the solace of Rome’s comfort after a family squabble, the inevitable occurs – Rome and Juliet consummate their love with a passionate kiss and wake up naked in each other’s arms.

From then on, they realize they’re both in love with each other, but it’s a moral and social dilemma – they know that it’s unfair to Marc that they’re in love with each other and keeping their love a secret. The other issue would be that society wouldn’t accept their love, they may be scorned by society.

(Side note: in the Philippines, homosexual love is not accepted very well. If they find out you’re gay, you could lose your job, be disowned – you name it.)

They separate for a while, and both women are in emotional turmoil. Juliet is struggling as to whether she should still marry Marc, even if it may be the right thing to do in the eyes of society and turn away her true love for Rome. Rome is in turmoil because she’s in love with someone who’s about to be married, and the fact that she’s in love with a WOMAN.

One day, Rome “comes out of the closet” during a poetry reading performance at a bar she and Juliet frequented, in front her sister. Juliet was with some friends when Rome confesses her love for her, and they end up at the end of the night, showering together at Rome’s apartment. Marc, who hadn’t seen or heard from Juliet in days, suspects that she was at Rome’s place, walks inside and discovers the women together in the shower.

From then on, emotional turmoil breaks loose, hearts and egos are bruised, people are disowned, rumors spread…until a traumatic event occurs that brings Rome and Juliet to a satisfying conclusion.

Like I said, the story is a bit commonplace, but the way the film was presented made my heart gush. Throughout the film, poetry is interlaced with the script, as Juliet is a poetry hobbyist, and the flowery language flows like water through the script. The cinematography is a mixture of light and dark scenes, the colors showing vibrantly through, emitting an aura of romantic love and a neo-modern-Shakespearean glow, kind of a very subtle version of the cinematography of Baz Luhrman’s “Romeo & Juliet”. And most of all, the chemistry between the two actresses – Mylene Dizon and Andrea Del Rosario – seemed so real and true to life that you couldn’t help but cheer them on. Plus, the soundtrack of the film really brought another edge to the film – the majority of the music being a slick, urbanized version of Southwestern style of modern blues, along with a few snippets of Pinoy rap to glue the film together.

After watching that movie, it struck me that I wasn’t aghast by the concept of lesbian love. Even though I’m a very open person, I would have to be honest, sometimes I felt lesbians were aggressive, even more aggressive than straight men, when it came to dating. But honestly, if you’re truly in love with someone, it doesn’t matter who you’re with, just as long as it’s a mutual love that is true and pure. It was an honest representation of true love that symbolized a bond that you completely can’t deny.

So for all of you hopeless gay romantics out there, I suggest you all grab a copy and watch this movie. Once you watch it, I guarantee that this’ll be part of your favorites. If anyone is intrigued enough and wants to see it, I would be more than happy to lend a copy, just e-mail me at sex.confessions69@gmail.com. By the way, THIS MOVIE HAS ENGLISH SUBTITLES!!

Happy Valentine’s Day everyone!!

Sexcapade Files #12: The Anniversary - Part I

2009-02-14T03:15:00.007-05:00

(In celebration of Valentine’s Day, the blessed day of Love & Eros, I bring you a slightly different sexcapade….)

Eric and I had finally reached our first anniversary, and we were both excited. I guess you can say I was very excited when I decided to surprise him with something I had never done before…be ROMANTIC…

A few days before this wonderful event, I spent hours scouring the supermarket for “supplies”, scrubbed my studio apartment clean from top to bottom, and made sure everything was the way that I had planned it in my head.

By 9 pm, the place was gorgeous: The place was lit exclusively by candlelight, candles on the desk, on the table, in the bathroom, in the kitchen, everywhere, that it was dim but bright enough where we could see. The apartment held such a romantic and sensual glow, that the flickering of the candles reflected on the huge mirror of my wide closet, so the lights felt as if they multiplied around the room. The best part was that my bed was situated in front of that mirror. I was getting excitingly naughty.

Dinner was a specialty – cheese-stuffed meatballs & spaghetti I had made that afternoon - and a bottle of sparkling cider was in the fridge (mind you, Eric did not appreciate wine, unfortunately). Two plates, silverware, and glasses were specifically placed on the dining room table. My stereo system was playing about 5 hours worth of a variety of making love music that I had handpicked from my vast music collection. And I was wearing a blue camisole, a blue miniskirt, and knee-high black boots, with my hair dried straight. Underneath, I wore a black mini-thong snug deep into my ass cheeks. I was waiting for the night to begin.

Eric arrived wearing a maroon button-up shirt and slacks. Wow, did he look good that night, and the look on his face spoke volumes. His eyes gleamed in the candlelight, as he gathered me in his arms, and gave me a kiss on the lips. It wasn’t long before that kiss became much more engaged, our arms tangled around each other, our lips locked, tongues touched, and I felt that spark of love and lust empower us as we continued to kiss, feeling seductively heady from the smell of his aftershave and his cologne, his man-scent overpowering me as I felt myself melt in his arms, his hands tracing the outline of my breasts through the camisole, feeling my nipples becoming erect and hard from his touch.

We broke away, and he looked at me, with a warm smile on his face, and said “Happy first anniversary. I have a surprise for you.”

Sure enough, lying on the floor, was a flat, rectangular object. He picked it up, handed it to me, and shyly said, “It’s not finished yet, but I wanted you to see what I was planning to give you.” I gingerly ripped off the wrapping, and I gasped: it was a painting of the two of us, on the beach, looking at the sunset. It wasn’t finished, but I saw the time and effort he had used to create it – the pencil lines and the watercolor brush strokes – and I felt so surprised that it really touched me. I was very touched by his thoughtfulness.

“Thank you so much! It’s beautiful!” I gasped. “I can’t wait to see it completed!”

“I’m sorry that I couldn’t get it done in time, but I promise I will,” he said. “I’ll finish it for you, because I love you.”

”I love you too, Eric. Thank you for the wonderful gift,” I gushed. “Are you ready for dinner?”

I led him to the dining room table, and while he sat there, drinking some sparkling cider, I brought him our meal (and incidentally, it became our anniversary meal for three years). During the meal, he would occasionally glance at me, in a lovingly lustful way, and reach over to touch my face, slowly caressing my neck downward, then reaching over to cup my breast, once again touching my nipple until it became erect and hard. We stopped eating, and he leaned over to kiss me on the lips, and we again began to entangle ourselves in a passionate embrace. Our lips would swim over and over again, kissing each other on the cheek, moving toward the ears, his goatee scratching my neck, as his mouth ventured further south…

I began to unbutton his shirt, pulled off his pants, and as we kissed, I reached over to touch his already-hard cock. From what I felt, he had shaved just for the occasion, and I began to stroke his large dick with my hands, while he began to twist my nipples and squeezing my breasts that I began to moan with pleasure. We tossed our remaining pieces of clothing on the wayside, and lay on my bed, as he began to nip my neck, move downward towards the cleft of my breasts, feeling his tongue explore my stomach and the ticklish parts of my waist, and I heard myself moan more, feeling myself closer to the brink. I found his head swimming between my legs, feel his fingers part my pussy lips, and all heaven broke loose.

I was swimming in ecstasy. My mind and body was on the brink and I came multiple times as his fingers fondled the inside of my pussy, tickling the g-spot, and his goatee brushed against my thighs as I felt his lips suck my pulsing clit, getting me wetter and wetter, until my pussy juices poured out, exploding on the bedspread. I was gasping and screaming for air, my mind in a whirl, panting for breath, then he slid his cock into me, kissed me on the lips, and began to thrust, in and out, in gradual strengths, until I came yet again, then turned me over on my side and thrust into me with one leg on the bed, the other leg hugging against his thigh. God, it felt sooooooo good. A few more climaxes, and then he turned me over, as I was on my hands and knees, as he thrusted into me more, grabbing my ass and then holding my waist, as he rammed his hard cock into me, more and more, faster and faster, until we both came at the same time, screaming and whimpering into a passionate climax.

We collapsed on the bed, he and I both sweaty from our lovemaking. He gathered me in his arms, looked into my eyes, and said, “I love you so much. Happy anniversary, Vee,” he whispered.

“I love you too, Eric. Happy anniversary.” I whispered back. After a few moments, I said, “I have a surprise in the bathroom, you want to come with me?” I slyly asked.

Seeing his playfully suspicious look, I pulled him from the bed, and as he followed me into the bathroom, he finally saw his surprise: A row of candles lighting the bathroom and a bathtub full of warm water covered in bubbles. His eyes widened.

“Wow, you did all this yourself?” he said.

“Let’s lie in the tub and relax, I’ve never done this with you before,” I said. And we both stepped in the tub, and I lay on his chest, his arms wrapped around me, feeling his lips kiss the top of my head, I never felt so womanly and so passionately loved in my life. I felt like the luckiest girl in the world at that moment, as we sat in the warmth of that bubble-filled tub, feeling his hands and arms wrapped around me, everything was wonderful in the world for that moment…

The Mind of a Closet Nympho

2009-02-14T02:19:00.003-05:00

For you all who have read over my posts, gasped from shock and gone hard from all of my confessions, you may have wonder what ever possessed me to ever reveal such intimate details about my sex life to complete strangers who are probably as horny and I am? What is it about me that brings you back to this blog of mine?

In my every day, average life, I am seen as reserved, quiet, silly, and pretty conservative. I unconsciously convey innocence and a goody-two-shoe persona that it drives me crazy. Sometimes I feel like I’m an invisible person, inside wanting to be seen as a sex goddess, but feeling like I’ve been passed by, unintentionally, because I’m not instantly as outgoing as other people. I tend to be in my shell, observing people and their actions, quiet and awkward, the type who would “keep appearances”. I tend to isolate myself, not because I’m being a snob, but because I’m shy and do horribly in situations where I don’t know anyone. I’m the type that people don’t look twice at, and then I end up just being friends with them, mainly because they don’t see me as anything more than friends, the usual story.

More often than not, I get sick and tired of being the “innocent”-looking one. I’m tired of always being passed on by, and then always having to become the aggressor because people see me as “fragile”. I’m tired of having to play the “friend”. I’m tired of acting like an invisible person. I’m tired of always having to do the right thing, always losing her first chance, then getting leftovers in the end.

Writing in this blog makes me feel worthwhile. Inside of me is an exhibitionist wanting to burst out at the seams, wanting to show the world what she can do. The inside of me wants someone to notice who I really am, without having to second-guess or do double takes when it comes to the things I’ve done. I want to show the world that I’m not sexless, or neutral, but someone who is burning-hot from wanting to get fucked.

On the flip side, I feel as if I attract the wrong type of people sometimes. The ones that get attracted to me get attached way too soon, that it freaks me out and I perceive things as stalker-ish. They also end up being people I’m not attracted to physically, but they end up being attracted to me. Or they end up being attached to someone else, or just plain WEIRD, in a bad way. It’s just plain bad luck in my end, to have to deal with it sometimes. Maybe I’m just neurotic that way.

I need someone that would be my equal. Someone that is cute, but not completely hot, and someone that finds me attractive, all the same. Someone that isn’t too old, or too young, and definitely someone that can satisfy me. Someone that I can still be more than friends with, be interested in me, have some kind of spark, and fuck me until the break of dawn…and did I mention not someone bad-WEIRD and a good fuck? :-D

MYSPACE!!

2009-02-12T03:29:00.003-05:00

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Porno Fiend

2009-02-12T02:52:00.005-05:00

Porno. You know you watch it. I watch it. Everyone in this world watches it, even if they don’t admit to it or not. It’s everyone’s forbidden and secret pleasure, husbands hide it from their wives, wives hide it from their husbands, parents hide it from their children, children hide it from their parents, and so on and so forth. But what is the big deal about porno?

Everyone knows it’s awesome, watching people have sex in the privacy of your own home, so you can get off on your own. Others scoff at how “dirty” it is, devout-Christians forbid it, but it doesn’t make sense. How is porno so bad after all?

Well, from someone that used to be on the “against porno” side (yes, believe it or not), I always thought that porno would be something that separated relationships. There are couples that I know who would rather watch porno than sleep with their own significant others. REALLY?!? You live with free ass and pussy and you’d rather watch people butt-naked, faking having orgasms than fuck your wife or husband?! What the fuck is wrong with you??? And sadly enough, it’s true, so many people are stuck in relationships where the sex is bad, infrequent and unsatisfying. Then you find out that the person you’ve been with who hadn’t fucked you for so long had been watching porno all this time, and you get jealous. Yes, that’s right, jealous of porno. Which is why so many people’s lives and relationships can be broken because of porno.

Then, I became single, and sex became very, very infrequent. You needed visual stimulation to get yourself off, because the dick wasn’t even there to help you get by. Even a dildo couldn’t help you, because all you wanted was some real dick being shoved in your pussy, making you scream into an orgasm, and you wished there was someone there. So you started to watch a porno, and as you sat there, mesmerized by the naked bodies, watching quietly as you heard the whimpers, moans, grunts, snarled faces, and sweat of two, three or more people having so much pleasure, you couldn’t help but sit back, rub yourself between the legs, and wait until the explosion hit, out of breath as you continued on watching these unknown people fucking the night away.

I understand now that porno can’t be all bad. We are human, we have needs, and sometimes we have to fulfill them, even when there isn’t someone available to get you by. Sometimes you want to be able to jack off on your own, to understand your space and personal time, without having to be bothered by someone else to get you to your pleasure zone. Sometimes you want to pretend that you’re actually watching people have sex live, pretend that you were someone else fucking someone famous/rich/hot, and we all have the right to do so, just as long as we don’t cheat. And porno is a great escape to do all those wild fantasies in our heads without getting a limb chopped off by out significant others.

I usually watch straight Asian porn and guy-on-guy porn, mainly because the orgasms look a lot better than straight porn, seem more realistic, and the guys are a LOT hotter. Sometimes, white porn just infuriates me, why is it that the girl’s only the hot one and not the guy? I honestly don’t want to imagine some butt-ass redneck trying to fuck me while the chick is hot, that’s not fair to me, right? I guess porno makers don’t fully realize that women consume almost as much porno as men do, but they’re a bit behind on the times…

I guess that’s what I’ll be planning this Valentine’s Day then, another V-Day with no ass on the way…sigh…I guess it’s time to pull out the porno collection again…

Accepting Defeat

2009-02-07T22:37:00.008-05:00

My sexcapade encounter with Derek really opened my eyes with what I can and can’t do in sex. There are a lot of things I know, and a lot of things that I still want to try, but his dick is something I am starting to come to terms with.

The monstrosity of his member really taught me that there are things that I need to improve upon. For instance, for a woman that hasn’t had a cock in her mouth as big as Derek’s for over three years, I need to learn how to deep throat while thrusting, learning how to control my throat and breathing, being able to take something that big being shoved down my throat while not losing air and consciousness, all at the same time.

I need to learn how to take my time, to take it in stride, and read my partner and my partner’s movements, without rushing him into a climax. Getting someone off isn’t something that can be done being rushed, and to show all your tricks all at one time can be confusing.

Derek’s cock is definitely a challenge, and I don’t want to accept defeat, but that one time with him will be a defeat on my almost flawless record. My experience with him will be something I will look upon as another notch on my belt, but yet another lesson in sex for me to improve upon, as I learn more about myself in this neon-colored world of sex and pleasure.

I will not bow down to the pressure, and not say that he and I didn’t enjoy ourselves, because we both did. But in order for me to not lose face again, I will work my hardest to get myself back on my feet and go about my conquests. I will persevere, no matter how long it takes, I WILL CONQUER THAT DICK!!

Sex Fantasy #5: In Search of Satisfaction - Part VI

2009-02-06T02:31:00.006-05:00

(Continuing from UKRoadrunner's "In Search of Satisfaction - Part V": http://ukroadrunner.wordpress.com/2009/02/02/in-search-of-satisfaction-part-v/)

Lizzie was enjoying every minute. It had been months since she had had such a nice fresh cock in her mouth. As she worked her large breasts around his thick and long cock, she was amazed at how gigantically large it was, especially coming from a man that didn’t seem to have the ego or the body of such a large member. Her mouth licked the salty taste of his cock, which was starting to trickle down drops of clear pre-cum from his cock hole, and she lapped up those tasty morsels, one by one, as it appeared on his cock head whenever it appeared from between her breasts. His rough hands were on her head, lightly pushing her deeper and lower, taking him in slowly, inch by inch, until he had completely disappeared. Her breasts hung away from his cock, and as she massaged his balls, she heard him moan, his breath quicken, as she paused at the base of his cock for a second, then lifted her head back up again for air. Her mouth began to explore the contours of his very erect cock, his veins bulging from the shaft, feeling the bumps and curves of his cock with her tongue, teasing it recklessly as she found her head rising upwards, licking the head, then slowly rising upwards towards his stomach, her hand on his cock, jerking it in long hard thrusts, as she found her tongue circling his left nipple, teasing it with her teeth, sucking it gently with her mouth until it became slightly pink, hard and wrinkled.

She felt his hands massaging her breasts, weighing them in his hands, as he squeezed them gently in his hands. He was rolling her nipples around with his fingertips, when she let out a loud, whimpering moan that echoed within the room. He lifted her up, and he began to suck her tits, circling the tips with his tongue, then ravishing them with his mouth, as she screamed in ecstatic pain. Her back arched as he sucked each of her breasts with his mouth, pushing her breasts towards him, his mouth working as she continued to moan and pant in pleasure. His tongue ventured upward, toward her chest, licking and biting her shoulders, up her neck, and then his lips found hers, as they kissed savagely, ravishing each others’ mouths with sexual hunger they knew they couldn’t deny at all.

His hands found the clasp of her capris, and as he slid them downward, he saw the sexy little pink thong she was wearing. In a sensual glee, he snapped them noisily on her waist, and found his hands wandering towards the little pink triangle of fabric that was covering what he really wanted to feel. His forefinger slid in between the folds of her pussy, and he found her extremely wet. She began to moan in pleasure as he fondled her pussy folds, the tip of his finger playing with the little knob of clit, and she felt her legs opening wider as he played with it more. Overcome with pleasure, she leaned back and lay against the bed, while he leaned forward, slid both her legs from her capris, opened her legs wide, and rubbed her pussy in a circular motion, sliding his fingers momentarily to dip into her wetness, then moving back to her clit, rubbing that clit back and forth until it started to protrude, red and slick from wetness.

She continued to moan with the pleasure gradually overtaking her. For one split sane moment, she looked down, and with a glint in his eye, she saw his head lower, and he began to tease her pussy with his tongue, first dipping into her wetness, now becoming rather sticky, then moving towards the clit and the sides of her pussy, moving in a circular motion, then flicking the clit with his tongue, as she writhed in pleasure, moaning and screaming in ecstasy, as he continued more and more, until she came in a shower of cum, soaking him in face with his juices.

She heaved heavily, and with a small smirk in his face, she felt that he wasn’t even half over trying to torture her with this much pleasure…

(Read the finale here: "In Search of Satisfaction - Part VII": http://ukroadrunner.wordpress.com/2009/02/06/in-search-of-satisfaction-part-vii)

Sexcapade Files #11: Impromptu Super Bowl Fuck (Monster Dark Chocolate Cock)

2009-02-02T03:01:00.009-05:00

Tonight was the most surprising night ever. It didn’t matter if the Steelers won and scored the winning touchdown less than a minute before the end of the 4th quarter: the one thing I will remember, after all the football players have won their game and their trophies, is the fact that I scored – majorly scored – the night of the Super Bowl.

My roommates and I had decided to have a little get-together at the house, and I had asked my friend Derek to come over to the house to hang out with us. He was a short black guy with a baby face, and seemed like your typical laid-back guy that we got along very well. We met each other for the first time at work, and he was one of the few people at work who I was actually close with. I never really suspected (although I had a faint idea) that we would actually get together and do the down and dirty.

We were hanging out having a smoke when we started talking about our sex lives. I had told him what I had done before, talking about my mouth technique, and he was getting really tempted, just to pique his curiosity. We finally finished a cigarette and went to my room to discover what was underneath our clothes.

I had stripped down bare and naked, and wow, did his eyes pop up like wildfire. I guess that I don’t wear revealing clothes at work, so he had no idea that my boobs were that big. He settled down on my mattress, with his back against the wall, and I unzipped his pants.

He was still a bit soft when I opened up those jeans, but I could tell that he was BIG. Even while flaccid, I noticed that his dark chocolate cock was thick, and I was definitely up for the challenge. I placed my mouth on his head, slightly sucking and swirling my tongue while sucking, while I massaged his balls with my other hand. His cock started to throb, getting bigger and bigger every second. His hands pressed down on my head, and he told me to take it down. He was still soft, so I managed to shove it down my throat, and he kept getting bigger and thicker. By the time I got up for air, I had noticed that he had an 8 inch dick, and OH MY GOD was it thick.

It was the thickest cock I had ever seen. It was almost two inches in diameter, cut and smooth. I felt the shaft of his cock with my fingers and the palm of my hand, and I had a hard time finding the vein protruding from his cock. His head was a nice thick and dark brown mushroom, his knob was a piece of flappy skin that connected to his shaft. I took his fully erect cock in my mouth, and sucked it that I felt my jaws popping from the wideness, as I pushed it deeper and deeper in my mouth.

He started to thrust, gently at first, and then deeper and deeper until I started to gag. Wow, was it a challenge. It was very difficult getting him in there, with the wideness that I thought my jaws were going to lock for good. I felt his smooth dick sliding into me, and I actually gagged from the wideness of it – it was HUMONGOUS!! But I didn’t want to proclaim defeat, I wanted to be able to somewhat conquer this dick like it was the last dick in my mouth.

After a few deep thrusts, I felt myself gagging and vomiting a bit in my mouth. I needed air BADLY. I didn’t want to struggle, so I pulled on his shirt to signal that I needed air. He relented, then I began to suck his wide dick perpendicularly in increments, sucking with my lips from top to bottom on the underneath of his cock as I squeezed my hand on his thick cock. My mouth ventured toward his balls, as I sucked the surface of his ball sack, feeling the softness and tasting the saltiness of his all, all the while jerking his shaft and squeezing the tip of his head with my fingers. Then my mouth went all the way to his crease, as I dug underneath his ball sack, sucking and licking the crease until I heard him moan. I knew he was enjoying this as much as I was.

He then asked me to suck his cock again, but this time, he stood up, while I was on my knees, and he started thrusting. Feeling a bit surprised that he would, my throat wasn’t completely wide open and I gagged more than once. I felt a surge of acrid vomit in my throat, and I thought I was going to choke from the voracity of his dick. After a few more thrust, I then pulled again on his shirt, choking while I gasped for air, and went back to deep throat as he continued to thrust.

Pretty soon, we ended up on the bed. I lay back, felt him get in between me, and plunged deep into my pussy. Owwwww…I thought. Geez, was he gynormous! I felt as if I couldn’t take it in me as he thrusted into my wet pussy, thrusting more and more until the pain started to go away and I felt a surge of pleasure. My, did it feel good. I placed my angles on his thighs, widening my legs to get a deeper thrust, and I started to whimper from the pain and pleasure of having such a large cock in my pussy. I felt myself getting wetter and wetter as he thrust into me, feeling his very large cock inside of me, thrusting and gyrating his hips with every thrust. Wow, did he have technique.

He instructed me to flip over, and I placed my forearms on the pillow, my knees on the bed, my ass protruding outward as he slid his dick inside of me, pounding in fast and slow speeds, and I whimpered and gasped even more. The pain and pleasure was starting to overtake me, but I refused to give up: I wanted him to enjoy pounding my pussy, feeling him grip my ass as he continued thrusting hard, feeling his pelvis slap against my skin, as I moaned more and more, trying to keep myself from screaming and scaring away my roommates.

He had me on my back again, and he took my legs and hooked them onto his forearms. I felt another different kind of pleasure, feeling his chest rub against my breasts, as he pounded me into oblivion. I felt my pussy clench more and more as he thrusted deeper into me, faster and faster, until he slowed down his pace for me to catch my breath.

He turned me around again, to fuck me from behind, and again I felt his chest on my back. I grabbed onto my mattress for dear life, feeling the pain and pleasure overcome me like a tidal wave, as he pounded more and more and more, until he pulled out and felt his cum spray my back and my buttocks like hot candle wax.

After wiping my back down, we got dressed and went outside for an after-sex smoke. Good lord, were we tired. He had a look of exhaustion, an after-sex smile on his face, his large eyes, droopy from sleep. I think he and I both were a bit out of shape and rough from not having sex in a while.

I would honestly say, that from all the dicks I’ve sucked, that one was definitely a challenge. I didn’t want to say that I consider myself defeated, but it was definitely a struggle. I had never, ever, ever sucked a cock as big as that. It was even bigger than Monster Chocolate Cock. Hopefully he wasn’t disappointed, because I sure wasn’t…I got the surprise of my life sucking a cock like that.

It’s probably a good thing that he’s moving into the house soon, maybe I can improve on my technique, because it had been so long since I’ve shoved a cock that large into my mouth. I will not succumb to the pressure, I will conquer that dick sooner or later…

Picky Lover

2009-02-01T05:48:00.006-05:00

I have had some of you ask me as to why I’ve only had 5 lovers so far, and have done so much with only 5 people. You may wonder how it’s possible for someone as horny as myself to not jump at the chance to fuck any random guy (most of the time). It’s not like I don’t have the sex drive to sustain a bunch of guys in a row, it’s just that I’m such a picky lover.

I know that I’ve made my mistakes at choosing men (Anthony, for one), and two were completely random, but besides that, I really want the next person that I sleep with be a person that I know, or in some kind of emotional relationship with. I know, I know, I’m starting to sound soft and corny, but it’s really true: I would prefer to sleep with a friend or a lover that I had feelings for, than just have some kind of one-night stand. I want to be able to know the person for a while, have a few dates, be romanced, you name it…I want to be able to feel like a real woman than some kind of piece of meat at times too. Sometimes I get tired of being the aggressor, and would love to actually make love with someone, rather than just fucking him.

Fucking is different than making love. I really know what making love feels like. You’re brought to a higher level than just physical lust alone. Even though it may be the same actions, the same moves, but the motives are completely different, you really do feel like you’ve been to heaven and back when you’ve made love to someone. After you fuck, the afterglow may be there, but when he’s left your side in the middle of the night, you feel a bit of loneliness and longing when you wake up the next morning. A part of you that you shared with someone you didn’t know is gone, and you can’t get it back.

I guess you can say that when it comes to relationships and dating, I’m scared shitless. My personality is night and day when it comes to sex and relationships. The aggressor that I usually am with sex is so shy and awkward when it comes to dating. It’s as if I don’t feel anyone being really attracted to me. I feel like guys see me as a shy, reserved innocent girl who doesn’t have any sex appeal. Sometimes I feel invisible, and it’s worse when I’m interested in someone. It’s so hard for me to express my utmost desires to someone that I’m somewhat emotionally attached to, than someone that I don’t really know. It’s strange, it’s so much easier to tell an unknown stranger that I want to fuck him, rather than someone that I know and interested in how much I care…

It’s so hard being a woman who’s trapped in two worlds sometimes – being a sex fiend and being a shy innocent girl – that I feel as if I’m strangling myself. I don’t know how to mix the two together, I just feel cornered into two extremes sometimes. But what I really want is to make love to someone…and feel that again…

Maybe I’m not ready to take that step yet. Maybe I’m still healing from old wounds that are still trying to recover, even 3 years from now. Maybe I’m just not ready to let myself go, to take the risk to love and get hurt again…maybe I’m just scared…

There’s more to this girl besides sex…

The Invisible Female Orgasm

2009-01-31T02:45:00.005-05:00

There are times where I wish I could watch myself cum. Whenever I touch myself to rub my clit to a burning frenzy, I could feel legs buckle and shake from the explosion, my clit semi-protruded from its skin shield, and my pussy muscles pulse in a quick panic, the pleasure spreading from my pussy all the way to the top of my head and the tips of my toes, surrounding me with an adrenaline rush of anticipation and ever-so-enjoyable pleasure. I know I can FEEL myself cumming, but what about SEEING myself cumming? From all my sexcapades, I have never been able to watch myself cum, from the time I’m tickled and teased from the clit, to the slow transformation of my wetness turning into a frothy and sticky cum, seeing my pussy clenching and pulsing into a cascading climax. I had always wanted to know what it looked like, curious and half-jealous that men were able to see themselves come every time they touched themselves and jerked themselves until they exploded all over themselves, smearing sticky white cum on their stomachs, and women couldn’t.

Until the time I saw a porno of a woman cumming. It was the most mesmerizing thing, to watch a woman cum. To finally watch what it looked like, an unknown woman cumming similar to my own cumming, was amazing. So that’s what it looked like when I came, or close to it, minus the fact that it wasn’t my own pussy. To see something like that made me more understanding as to why a guy loved it so much when a girl came…her pussy was wet and sticky and her pussy would squeeze so much that a guy couldn’t contain himself not to come, no matter how hard he tried.

Mind you, I’m not a lesbian in any way. I don’t find myself wanting to eat girls’ pussies. But to quench a scientific curiosity to see what it looked like for a woman to cum made me finally realize how much it’s important for a guy for a girl to come. If a girl doesn’t come, the guy can’t enjoy it as much as he potentially could. Without the pussy pulsing, a guy can come, but come somewhat badly (if there is a term for it). Now that I know what it looks, I can envision myself cumming in the correct way in my head, without having to wonder what the hell actually goes on there.

It’s somewhat not fair that a guy can almost always see himself come. All he would have to do is whip it out in front of him, watch himself grow from flaccid to hard, watch the veins of his penis protrude, the surface of his balls grow wrinkly and hard as he’s on the brink of cumming. Girls have such a hard time having to watch themselves cum, they would have to find a mirror or stick a video camera zoomed on focus in order to watch it later just to see how they come, and I’m very, very jealous of that. I have always wanted to watch myself come, watch my pussy frantically pulse like as if it’s squeezing lemons. It’s something I would love to attain, maybe sometime, sooner or later.

Girls, what are your opinions or comments? Send them out to me, let’s start a poll or discussion: how many girls out there have had a curiosity with how they come? Shout it out, girls, let’s get the juices flowing and have girl talk (guys too, if they want)…

Sex Fantasy #4: In Search of Satisfaction - Part IV

2009-01-31T02:08:00.007-05:00

(Continuing from UKRoadrunner’s “In Search of Satisfaction - Part III: http://ukroadrunner.wordpress.com/2009/01/29/in-search-of-satisfaction-iii/)

Lizzie was scrutinizing herself in the mirror. Her long black hair, wavy and wet from earlier, was finally smoothed down to a straight finish, layered neatly alongside her round tanned face. She adjusted her large breasts, pressed them together, in order to create a deep cleavage on her chest, her breast snug deeply in the crisscross slings of her blue camisole-like top, which joined at the back of her neck in a knot. Her top flowed underneath her breasts like a lingerie teddy, made of a flowy, soft material, which hid the curves of her waist. She decided to go simple with her outfit, pairing her sexy top with a pair of white capris, her ass accentuated by the tightness of the material. Underneath her capris, she figured she would go the subtly sexy touch, a dark pinkish lacy thong underwear that rode in between her ass cheeks. Her feet were soft and painted lightly with a pearly touch, and matched it with tan leather thong sandals with a slight raised heel. Her ears gleamed with a touch of silver hoops, and she was perfecting her light, glossy lipstick to pair with a bit of violet and pink eye shadow. Wow, do I look hot, hope Jack likes this, she thought to herself. She smiled her sensual, naughty smile at the mirror, her reflection mimicking her, as she sprayed a bit of her favorite perfume – sensual yet subtle – on her neck and a bit on her cleavage. It was her ex’s favorite perfume, and even after he had left her, she still held bits of his memory as she sniffed the nostalgic scent. She sighed, remember the last time she and her ex made love, surrounded by this scent, knowing full well that it would take some time to forget him.

Stop it, Lizzie! It’s time to get your new groove on! Jimmy is gone, you’ll never get him back. Think about tonight, about Jack…she chastised herself. She took a deep breath, stood up straight, and her cleavage shown proud and tall as she picked up her clutch and keys, walked out the door and closed it behind her.

She inched closer to the door in a bit of anticipated excitement. I wonder what kind of guy he really is, hopefully he’ll be as entertaining as he was earlier, she mused. Every step took her closer to his door, and discovered that it was left ajar. She peered in, not seeing anyone. Boxes were laid neatly in separate piles of the room, a couch and a coffee table laid close to one side. Music was softly playing in the background, it sounded like old-school jazz, and a two plates lay somewhat askew on the coffee table. It seemed as if he made his first day moving in somewhat manageable and livable, which made her impressed. She hear rummaging in the kitchen as she turned the corner, and saw his profile as he flicked open a bottle of beer with a bottle opener and saw him take a swig. My, was he attractive. His shirt hugged him tightly, tracing the contours of his body. Of course, his hair was tied in his trademark pony tail, and damn, did he look hot. She felt her heart beating faster, her pussy feeling a bit wet and excited, and very playful smile fell on her face. She slightly coughed to get his attention, and he abruptly turned, with a look of surprise mixed with a slight sense of lust in his eyes. She knew she made the right choices for her outfit tonight.

“Hi there, Jack. I saw the door open, so I figured it was all right to come in. Sorry to scare you like that,” she said, looking in his eyes, knowing full well that she really wasn’t sorry. She glanced downward toward his pants, and she saw a slight bulge near his zipper, and made a mental note that she knew that bulge was especially for her.

“Hi Lizzie. No, it’s okay, I knew you were coming, which is why I left the door open. Sit down and make yourself comfortable. Sorry if this place is a bit of a mess, but this is all I could manage today. It really was a struggle to get everything moved in here,” he sheepishly replied. His gaze was still on her cleavage, and she was enjoying every minute of his silent adoration. “Do you want a beer?” he asked.

“Sure, I’ll take whatever you have in there,” she said, making herself comfortable on the couch, making sure that her cleavage would be near his eye level when he sat down. He rounded the corner, handed her a beer, and sat down next to her. “Thank you for the invitation tonight, that was really sweet of you,” she said. She leaned in, just slightly, as she saw his head follow her cleavage closer to his chest. She saw his breath quicken.

“It’s no problem, I had fun with you earlier. How about pizza for dinner? I know of this great hole-in-the-wall place that delivers one of the best pizzas in town,” he boasted.

So he ordered pizza, and while he was on the phone, she decided to step out on the balcony for some fresh air. As she sipped her beer, she enjoyed listening to the slight bustle of the night, her head swimming in her twilight reverie when she felt hands circling around her waist.

“I don’t mean to be so forward, but can I say that you look really hot tonight, and I’m the type of person that doesn’t throw compliments around easily,” he said. She felt his stubble on his cheek, and her face blushed from his touch. On the small her back, she felt his bulge from his pants, and she could feel herself wetter than she was before. She turned to him.

“Thank you, you don’t look so bad yourself,” she purred. She looked into his eyes, and saw a flash of lust, as her hands held tightly to his arms, as he rubbed his stubble on her cheek, his lips lightly kissing her neck, tasting her in soft morsels. She sighed, enjoying his soft lips on her neck and shoulder, sensual and oh so soft…

She turned around and kissed him on his cheek, softly as his arms still held the sides of her waist. His arms began to wander up and down her waist, then slowly caressed the tops of her arms, feeling the smooth soft skin before him. His mouth reached hers, and their lips softly enfolded each other’s, her arms wrapped around his neck as they kissed, the chemistry building up slowly as he slipped a tongue into her mouth.

They became tangled in an embrace, kissing on the balcony, his mouth sensually licking the smalls of her neck, his tongue tracing circles around her shoulder, sucking and nipping lightly with his teeth, as she sighed, feeling her ecstasy climbing gradually into a euphoric and hazy high…until they heard a slight and gradual pounding on the door.

“That must be dinner, hold on a second,” he said. And he turned to pay for their pizza.

She turned back to the fluorescent lights of the twilight sky, and as she smiled to herself, she knew that this night wasn’t going to be just pizza and beer…

Continue to Part V here: http://ukroadrunner.wordpress.com/2009/02/02/in-search-of-satisfaction-part-v/

Sex Fantasy #3: In Search of Satisfaction Part II

2009-01-28T03:24:00.010-05:00

(Continuing from UK Roadrunner’s “In Search of Satisfaction ~ 1″: http://ukroadrunner.wordpress.com/2009/01/27/in-search-of-satisfaction-1/)

After her afternoon drive in the city, the summer heat baking the inside of her car, she reached the door of her apartment and walked into her three-story brick apartment. Holding a case of European beer, she stumbles up the three flights of stairs, opens the door, and quickly jumped in the shower as she scrubbed the remaining bits of summer sweat off her body. She slowly lathered her body with a very sweet and fragrant lavender soap, running her hands around the rounds of her large breasts, circling downward toward her buttocks and legs, then back up to lather the inside folds of her pussy. Her thoughts race again to the sexy stranger she had encountered earlier, and feeling horny, she almost decided to touch that aching bit of clit to satisfy that hunger, but went against it. She decided to satisfy that need for another day…

After she got out of the shower, she patted down her hair with a towel, and changed into a loose camisole that shows a significant amount of cleavage and some comfortable jean shorts and sauntered, barefoot, into her kitchen to open up a few windows and grabbed a cold bottle of beer. Feeling the sticky heat of the afternoon, she decided to open up her front door to let out some of that heat, then walked into her living room to sit at her window seat, enjoying the fresh air and her beer. As she sipped her beer, she heard banging noises coming from the stairs, and she saw the same pony-tailed stranger who she encountered earlier, bare-chested and sweaty, hauling up a box in his arms. He saw her sitting at the window, peeked his head inside her doorway, and said, “It sure is a hot day to have to move in.”

“Hi Jack, how’s the move? Are you moving into the apartment next door to me?” she asked.

“Yeah, it’s been a difficult move, I have a lot of stuff to take, and it surprises me that a great place like this doesn’t have an elevator,” he smiled sheepishly.

“I can imagine,” she said with a smile. “Would you like to take a break and drink a beer with me?” she asks.

“Sure, I could use a break. Let me drop off this box in front of my doorway before coming in,” he said.

He disappeared momentarily, then appears again without the box. He walked in, and she quickly assessed his appearance before her. She glanced over his lightly tanned and sweaty upper body, his chest lightly covered with straight dark hairs that trickle down into a thin line and then fans itself back again near the pit of his stomach, venturing towards his pubic area, which was hidden by the top seam of his semi-loose jeans. His rose tattoo gleamed in the heat of his lightly sculpted arm, as he reached for the bottle of beer that was sitting on the kitchen counter, then stepped himself forward to where she was sitting at the window seat, sitting comfortably in front her, the two of them facing each other, sipping a beer.

“I haven’t known a lot of girls to drink beer,” he said. “You are probably one of the few I know that do. I sense we have something in common, I like tasting different kind of brews that I can find.”

“Wow, you’re a beer afficionado? I love drinking this stuff, it really relaxes me,” she exclaimed. The two chatted a little bit about their lives, and she discovered that he was an art student from New York state, who had moved out from his apartment in the city a few days ago because he had wanted to find an apartment closer to his school. He was 23, younger than her, but he looked almost in his late 20s, his dark eyes suggesting he was inquisitive and intelligent that would show her an artistic and intelligent time, the type that she completely adored. They chatted for quite a while, drinking while talking, and then he reached over to pull another beer from the counter, but had missed and it fell off the counter. He swiftly picked it up, and opened it, but the contents sputtered and spilled all over his chest, creating a stream of carbonated beer, streaming onto the floor.

“I’m so sorry about that! I should’ve been more careful!” he apologized. She quickly took the towel she had used on her hair from off of her couch, and instinctively began to wipe off the liquid from his chest, venturing downward.

“Let me do it, if you don’t mind,” she said. She looked into his eyes, and she noticed a dark spark of chemistry fly between them, a small smile crept to his face, teasing her with a secret smile.

“It’s alright, I should be fine,” he said. He took her hand, which was still wiping his chest, and covered it in his as he helped her wipe the liquid until he was dried clean. “It’ll give me a better reason to take a shower later,” he teased.

She flashed him a smile, and tossed the towel haphazardly onto the couch. They continued talking for a few more minutes, and she realized that was even more attracted to him as the minutes flew by. His trim goatee became frothy with bits of beer, and she began to envision that goatee tickling her pussy in a flash of imaginary foreplay. Her body shook back into reality.

“Well, I think I should get the rest of my stuff hauled upstairs before someone comes to steal all of my worldly possessions,” he said with a teasing smile. “By the way, Lizzie, do you want to come over to my place for a drink later? I should definitely return the favor, for being really sweet to offer me a beer a time like this,” he said.

Lizzie smiled back and said, “Sure, let me know what time, I’ll be here all day, lazing around.”

“I’ll knock at your door later, probably around seven? Hopefully you’ll forgive the fact that my place is messy.”

”It’s not a problem, Jack, I understand,” she mused. Her thoughts began to think about the upcoming night’s events, maybe a casual outfit that outlined her cleavage? Or maybe something fancy?

He got up and walked out of her place, waving with a smile before he walked out. “Oh, is he so very sexy, not my type, but very, very sexy,” she mused in her head. She entered her bedroom to search through her closet for the appropriate outfit to show off herself during her evening with a new “friend”…

(Continue on to Part III here: http://ukroadrunner.wordpress.com/2009/01/29/in-search-of-satisfaction-iii/)

Vegetable Dildo

2009-01-27T02:55:00.009-05:00

My gay friend had once told me that he sometimes uses vegetables as dildos. For someone like myself to be shocked over something like that is rare, but using your good old carrot or cucumber for self-pleasure never really occurred to me – all I assumed veggies were good for were to chop up and toss in a salad (no pun intended, LOL).

I wasn’t sure how to take that when I heard that, but my first reaction was the fact that I found it so disgustingly hilarious. It’s not as if I hadn’t heard about using food during sex (I have had used it before, like the usual chocolate, mints and whipped cream), but never VEGGIES. They seem like the most un-romantic and most-nonsexual thing to use during sex, but I could imagine in my mind, a gay man desperate for cock, using his half-bending carrots left for weeks in his refrigerator drawer to insert it up his ass so he could cum. I remember hearing that the first time, my eyes wide open, screaming “What the fuck?!”, and laughing so hard I thought the hyenas were coming for dinner.

Later on, I realized that no matter how silly and funny the thought may be, it occurred to me that using vegetables may be one of the cheapest, most disposable dildos on the planet. For instance, a carrot can cost about 50 cents, and after using it once (which hopefully most people have the right sense to just use once), you can toss it out and purchase a new one. Of course, I would NEVER EVER EVER suggest to use the same vegetable to cook for dinner…that would be SO unhygienic, and…ewww, just not the right mood. Envision this scenario:

“Honey, what’s for dinner?” the man asks.

“Well, the only thing we had left in our fridge were the asparagus tips that we use to shove up my pussy, so I decided to sauté them in butter,” answers the woman.

“WHAT?! Never mind, we’re ordering Chinese takeout instead! Leave that for the stray cats outside!” the man yells.

Let’s not try to re-enact that scenario. Never EVER EVER!! Promise me that.

The next thought that came into mind was the size and shape of the veggie. Of course, I would assume to stay away from soft veggies, such as tomatoes or eggplant, no matter how phallic-shaped they would be. You wouldn’t want eggplant mush or fermented tomato paste in your pussy for weeks after that encounter? (I would hope not) I would assume that the harder the vegetable the better, and the more phallic-shaped the better, like cucumbers, carrots, or zucchini. I would steer clear away from gourd vegetables, such as butternut squash (unless you’re into fisting, then punch away your pussy with calabasa). Bananas may be a possibility (even though it’s a fruit, but let’s talk about it because it’s technically a plant-based creature anyway), but you would have to find something that wasn’t ripe, because the riper, the harder to use, and the harder to clean out!!

And of course, stay away from berries and grapes being shoved inside a pussy, because having to get that shit out will definitely not be fun. After having to probe for a while to find those little fuckers up your pussy, it wouldn’t be a pleasurable experience, you’ll find yourself with a little Slurpee spoon straw trying to scoop the shit out of there, regretting you used anything miniature to get yourself off, so don’t do it!!

One day, I may have the guts to use veggies as a dildo, it may be an interesting experience. But for now, let me let off some steam and laugh my way off about veggie dildos, because one day, I may find myself using one!! LOL

Accepting My Sexual Potential

2009-01-27T02:06:00.007-05:00

I am a big fan of Margaret Cho standup. Maybe because she has lived a colorful life, and I look up to her – as an Asian, as an entertainer, as a person who has lived and survived intolerance – I respect her most for her sexual acceptance. I think she had mentioned in one of her earlier stand-up material (either “I’m The One That I Want” or Notorious CHO”) that a person should be willing to do whatever it is to accept their sexual potential. And surprisingly, that idea has stuck in my mind for the past few years, for me to strive and discover my personal sexual potential.

I guess all of you can figure out that I am not ashamed of my sexual behavior. I have done quite a few things in my day (and still more to come, I can say, my life is not over yet) that have definitely been out of the ordinary for an innocent, average Asian girl. Don’t get my wrong, I enjoy the usual missionary sex, once in a while, a quickie here and there, but I enjoy a challenge. I enjoy having random rendezvous or going to a sex club with multiple partners. I revel in waiting for the day I can enjoy my first threesome or my first torture chamber, with someone making me his slave or master. And I love learning about new things about sex, making sex interesting and new, making it a new game for myself or a new activity or a new way to stimulate myself or my partner. I am willing to do most things, but most of all, learning about sex is my passion.

It takes a lot of reading from sex manuals, sex advice from friends that have had experience, or observations from my personal sex life for me to learn, and it enthralls me. I feel as my brain sucks up information like a straw, and I don’t bore myself with learning something new about the subject. Sex for me will always be fun, no matter what man comes my way for me to experiment with.

I feel sex is a form of self-expression for me. I’m normally a creative person, and I feel that sex is a bit of an art – you pleasure yourself and your partner by figuring out different artistic ways of showing pleasure, and it’s an invigorating experience. Sometimes the experiments work, and sometimes they don’t. But the best part is that you enjoy it, just as long as you and your partner are fully committed into creating that pleasure for each other.

So live long the sexual revolution! Live up to your sexual potential!

Cock Obsession

2009-01-25T17:26:00.011-05:00

People have often wondered why I’m obsessed with cock.

Cock, to me, is a symbol of power, and a male organ. Most people feel that males are more powerful than females. So, the desire to make a man weak in the knees with my technique is always a challenge I love to face, when a man moans and grunts because of something I did, makes me feel powerful, including the adrenaline rush you get when he yells, “Oh shit!! I’m going to cum,” and then he sprays cum all over your face. Now that is power.

I like looking at nice looking dicks, the longer and thicker the better. Seeing myself trying to topple one that is long, shoving it completely deep into my throat, is an adventurous challenge that I am more than willing to do, especially if it were propositioned to me in the correct manner.

I have often watched Xtube videos of men jacking off, and to me, it’s such an exhilarating experience, because that is the only time that I, as a woman, can see a man’s cock in pleasure. When it comes to the actual intercourse, women are the ones unable to see the point of entry. They more than often aren’t able to see the slip and sliding of a penis inside of them, they only feel it. Men are able to view more, they can watch themselves thrust into a woman, and it gives them the privilege to enjoy that. The only time women can enjoy watching a man pleasure himself is when he strokes his own cock, or if he fucks one of his own. Women are given a bigger disadvantage.

In conversation, I had been asked if I would ever eat pussy. Pussy, to me, is a powerful tool as well, but I wouldn’t really want to cross that line. For one, pussy is really messy to eat. I know how messy it is for me when I’m cumming, and it takes more than one shower to get the salty stickiness from my body before I feel clean again, which is really annoying. Plus, eating pussy just seems a bit redundant to me, it’s as if you’re eating yourself out, but on another person? Hmmm…not really interested in eating myself out at all. The last thing is that there isn’t as much variety as a penis, there’s less area to cover on a pussy. On women, not only is the pubic area smaller, but you’d have to touch everything the woman has to get her off, and half of the time you can’t. It’s like hit or miss with women, and you wouldn’t want to disappoint yourself or your partner. With a dick, it’s either going to be good or OH MY GOD YOU’RE AWESOME CAN I FUCK YOU AGAIN?…type of thing.

I love being able to please, and if the man is pleased with me, the more the better…I guess men like being placed in a situation where they’re vulnerable…;-)

Sex Fantasy #2: Take Me To Heaven, Lover - Part II

2009-01-25T01:48:00.006-05:00

(A continuation of UKRoadrunner's post, "Take Me To Heaven, Lover": http://ukroadrunner.wordpress.com/2009/01/23/take-me-to-heaven-lover/)

Breathing hard and deeply after her celestial orgasm, her thighs and pussy covered in cum, her lover was still licking her pussy, long slow strokes from her clit to her pussy. “I see you enjoyed that,” he said, between licks. He swirled his tongue around, feeling the creases of her pussy lips, teasing her with the flat of his tongue, as he zigzagged his way into the folds of her pussy, the sides of her clit, and, with his hand, moving away the flap over her clit and caressing the tip of his tongue in that sensitive area underneath that fold. She gripped his legs as she moaned in pleasure, her hips shaking, her head tilted back with his head swimming in the scent of her cum. He began to slow down, and with a few deep breaths, she began to lick the inside of his thighs, moving up and down in slow strokes, nipping those sensitive spots in a line going towards his penis. She felt his hard cock rubbing against her chest, and she reached between their bodies, gripped her breasts, and she pressed her breasts around his cock as he continued to kiss and lick that slick clit of hers.

She felt his cock twitch between her breasts, and he began to thrust slowly, feeling the softness ballooning around, in and out, his movements steady and gentle, the roughness of his pelvis rubbing on her chest, and his smooth tongue digging in and out into her still very wet pussy was making her want him more. She heard him moan, knowing very well that he was enjoying the fact that he was fucking her in between her breasts. A smile crept upon her lips, but a split second later, her mouth opened wide to scream, as he stuck another hooked finger into her pussy, his mouth covering her clit, sucking and biting it as she climaxed loud and hard until another gush of pussy juice covered his face again, twice in a night.

“You’re not going to stop making me cum tonight, aren’t you?” She said, breathlessly.

“No, not until I get a chance to dip my cock into your dripping pussy,” he said.

He got up, turned around, and kneeled before her wide open legs. He took his very hard penis, leaned forward, and began to rub his cock head on her slick clit, rubbing in long hard strokes, feeling his dick from the top to the bottom, then slight stopping at her pussy, quickly dipping his head into it, just for a taste. A moan escaped her lips as she squeezed her pussy muscles around his head, loving the fact that he was partially inside of her. He moaned, feeling the tightness, froze as he felt her squeezing her pussy muscles, pulsing slowly around his head.

“You are trying to tease me, aren’t you?” he said.

“I want you now, please!” she pleaded, begging for him to enter her.

“No, not just yet,” he teased. He pulled out and rubbed his cock on her clit while one of his hands ventured out to her chest and squeezed her right nipple, rolling it around with his fingers, she began to moan again, her chest heaving uneven and deep breaths.

“Please take me now, I want you,” she begged further.

He smiled, leaned into her, and kissed her passionately on the mouth, their tongues touching. He stopped, and slipped into her wet pussy, and she felt complete, feeling the fullness of his cock inside of her, filling up the void that he so desperately withheld the whole time they were together…

“Thank you, that was all that I needed,” she said…

(Read the finale at: http://ukroadrunner.wordpress.com/2009/01/27/take-me-to-heaven-lover-next-episode/)

Sexcapade Files #10: A Sunday Morning Temptation

2009-01-23T03:27:00.009-05:00

Would it be every straight guy’s fantasy to have a naked girl, lying in his bed, touching herself all day, while he did his normal weekend routine? Well, that was exactly what I did one Sunday afternoon.

That Sunday, I woke up alone in my Eric’s bed, feeling pretty horny after a luscious sex dream that I had that morning. I had dreamed that I was in a green field, surrounded by purple mountains and blue sky, and deliciously fucking my boyfriend, Eric, underneath a blue afternoon sky. He was busy caressing my breasts with his mouth when I had woken up, and damn, was I pissed that I had woken up in the middle of such a wonderful dream. I reached down in between my legs, and sure enough, my pussy was moist and dripping with cum, and I knew I had to do something about it. I stripped off my clothing, hurled them against the wall, and spread my legs apart as I smeared cum all over my clit and rubbed the sexual hunger, touching my shiny clit eagerly, over and over again in quick and even movements, pausing to slide a finger into my sticky and dripping pussy, and taking my forefingers, exploring the sides of my clit, enjoying the sensations of my orgasm. Soon, a moan escaped my lips and I climaxed, enjoying the burning explosion as the muscles of my pussy pulsed in an eager orgasm.

I lay on the bed, exhausted from my personal rendezvous, and looked at the clock. It was now around 11:45 am, and even after my pussy play, was still feeling horny. I could hear the TV in the living room with the volume turned up, so I knew he was in the living room watching TV. I wanted cock, and I wanted Eric to come up and fuck me…sooner or NOW! So I friskily decided to stay in bed lying naked, waiting for him to come upstairs into the bedroom to see if I could tantalize him to fuck me.

About ten minutes later, he came up and walked into the room. His eyes stared as he saw my naked body, lying on the bed, with my legs spread wide open, giving him full view of my wet pussy. He looked at me with a worried yet playful look and said, “Hey, I wanted to check up on you, I wasn’t sure if you were still asleep. Did you want to come down and have breakfast with me?”

“Actually, I’m not really hungry right now,” I purred, “but I am feeling horny right now. So I’m just going to stay up here and rub my pussy for a while.”

He gulped, paused, and said, “Okay…um…I’ll be downstairs once you’re done.” He turned away and walked out of the room, closing the door partially as I heard him walk downstairs. I reached over again, taking his flashlight that we loved to use as a sex toy, and I shoved it into my aching pussy, pushing and pulling it in and out with one hand, as I worked my fingers on my clit, still shiny from the cum, and I rubbed and fucked myself with the flashlight. The door creaked open slowly and I saw Eric’s glasses peering through the crack. I moaned with pleasure as he watched me from the doorway, enjoying my self-pleasure. As he walked in the room and sat down on his chair, I paused to acknowledge his presence. I continued playing with my clit, rubbing my sticky fingers into the crevices of my clit, spreading my pussy lips wide so he could see the view.

He reached out to caress my breast, squeezing the nipple and then the breast itself, juggling it in his hand, making me moan even louder. He quickly stripped off his clothes, jumped on the bed, pulled out the flashlight and quickly entered my hungry pussy, thrusting hard and deep, feeding my sexual hunger with a cock that I desperately wanted.

“You want my dick that much? You like teasing me like that? You think you could get away with just lying there naked, touching yourself, and me not getting to fuck you at all?” He sneered into my ear. He continued to thrust, harder and harder, making me scream with all my might, cumming loudly and beautifully, his hairy chest rubbing against my face as I continued to moan and scream in ecstasy, until he pulled out his throbbing cock, and shot his salty cum on my face and chest, both of us heaving with sexual excitement and exhaustion.

We lay in bed for the rest of that afternoon that day, feeling the touch of each other’s skin and basking in the sweat of our sex play. What could I say, it was a wonderful way to spend time together on a Sunday afternoon…

Sexcapade Files #9: The Gates of Pleasure - The Sex Club Experience Part III

2009-01-23T02:43:00.014-05:00

As Jesse and I ventured into the S&M basement, we noticed a large crowd standing in front of the modern-style room with the circular bed. As we neared toward it, we noticed a man, completely dressed, holding a long leather whip in his hand, lashing an almost-naked woman, wearing only a black garter belt, fishnet stockings, and calf-high black boots, who was standing face-forward against the wall. The man, acting as master, commanded the woman, his slave, to count to from one to ten. He then stated that he couldn’t hear her, so he lashed her against the back, and all you could hear was the crack of the whip against the top of her back, repeatedly, until he commanded her to count from one to ten again. She obeyed, counting louder, but still the master wasn’t satisfied. He then proceeded to whip her against her ass and thighs, her ass and thigh muscles shaking from every crack of the whip on her skin.

The master proceeded to pull her by the hair, and commanded her to knee before him. She waited intently on her knees for a command, then he unzipped his pants, pulled out his erect cock, and commanded her to suck it. She began to consume his cock, licking and sucking the head, in fluid moments, looking away from her master, not once trying to look him in the eye as she sucked his achingly hard cock, but in a flash of one moment, she looked up to him. In a twinkle of an eye, he grabbed her hair and slapped her across the face to punish her for her disobedience. She paused and waited for his signal to suck his dick. After his command, she continued with sucking his cock, not once did she deep throat, not even touching his balls, but sucking only the head, until one moment she touched his balls by accident, and again she was punished with another hair tug and a smart slap on the face.

Wow, did it look hot. I watched the whole scene in mesmerizing silence. She had so much control as a sub, and I was very jealous. I wanted to be her, wanted to be the submissive party, wanted to be the one being slapped across the face by my master. I wanted to be punished the same way as she was, and from their actions, I could tell that her master really took care of her. He was punishing her not because she was bad, but because he knew that she was enjoying being punished, and damn, did I want to take her place. I felt myself getting hot and horny watching the punishment unfold before my eyes, and I couldn’t take my eyes off of them. They were intriguing and oh so very very hot, so sensual, watching the power play trade off them like playing cards. It gripped me, the power play became a sensual scene, full of discipline, dedication, and spirit.

Soon, the master commanded the slave to kneel on the circular bed, and she spread her legs apart, her arms propped upon the cushions to support herself, doggy-style. He stood behind her, and still fully dressed, entered her as he fucked her pussy from behind, in hard thrusts. He held onto her hair, her head pulled back as she moaned in ecstasy over his hard cock, thrust after thrust, into her body, her ass bouncing forward and back with every sway, every single thrust, exhilarating her body as he held her waist, guiding her body to his penis with every move. He paused for a second to spank her juicy ass with his hand not once, but repeatedly, until her ass turned pink from the spanking. He continued on with fucking her, swaying forward and back as they moved in unison, hearing the sounds of her moaning echo the room.

He stopped suddenly, and commanded her to lie on the bed, facing her master. He then leaned onto the bed with his knees, and proceeded to fuck her from the front, not once touching or caressing her body, just even thrusts moving in unison on the bed. The thrusts became harder and faster, her moans louder and louder, until she screamed and he pulled his swollen cock from her wet pussy and squirted his cum all over her breasts.

I was floored. From all the sex scenes I had watched that night, that was the most provocative, S&M sex scene I had ever witnessed live. The men near me were still touching their swollen dicks, wanting to cum so badly while they were watching the scene. I knew I wasn’t the only one who felt horny watching it.

Soon after the master had pulled out, the sex play had finished, and the crowd dispersed. After watching that scene, we unfortunately had to leave, knowing full well the club was going to close in a few minutes. Our time at the sex club had come to a close.

From that experience, I learned quite a bit about myself that day. I finally realized that I really got off having sex in public, and because of that night, had changed my perspective about sex entirely. I knew I could play both dominant and submissive, that playing both roles would fulfill my sexual desires in different ways. I figured out that I really did have a secret sex side of myself where I enjoyed being punished during sex, and that pain and punishment during sex is only permissible when the pain is accepted and expected.

In a matter of speaking, being at a sex club became my moment of sexual truth, to accept my sexual limitations and capabilities, in order to open my mind into the secrets of the sexual unknown.

Sex Fantasy #1: An Ode to a Scottish Cock

2009-01-22T04:08:00.012-05:00

Dedicated to UKRoadrunner...to what could be...enjoy!! (And thank UKRoadrunner for the visual inspiration...)

It is around midnight, and our bodies have stripped off layers and layers of clothing, crumpled and tossed haplessly on the floor. Seeing my naked body and my ever so large and juicy breasts, my brown nipples half erect, your penis begins to grow at the sight of my hands caressing my breasts, pinching my nipples to a hard and wrinkled state. I moan with the sensation and you come toward me, reaching out to my hand, and you place it on your semi-erect dick. I slowly rub the shaft with my hand, up and down, on the length of your cock, pausing slowly to squeeze the head, feeling its softness, rolling it around my thumb and forefinger, and then continue to rub the length of the shaft in even and equal velocity. I take one of your hands and place your forefinger in my mouth, and as I make a fist around your hard cock, my mouth is savoring the roughness of your fingers, teasing the callous and rotating the finger around with my deft tongue, and then sucking the tip of my finger in increasing strengths, taking in more and more of your finger in as I sucked it harder and harder. I let go and place two fingers in my mouth, licking and sucking until you tell me that you can't take it anymore, to suck your cock now, begging me to drink you in…

I oblige, as I kneel down before your full erect cock, standing there in all of its thick glory. Grabbing your shaft with one hand, I lick the head with the tip of my tongue, around the surface, flicking the hole in short movements, then exploring the underside of your head as I massaged your shaft with my fist, jerking it slowly. My mouth surrounds the heads and I suck lightly, then harder and harder, shoving your cock down my throat until you disappear into the cavity of my mouth. My hands wander to your balls, and I begin to play with them, feeling their weight in my hands, rubbing them until I pull my head up for air. I place my hands on my large breasts, surround my breasts around your erect cock, and move my breasts, up and down, jerking your cock in my breasts, rolling them to the head, and moving them back towards the balls, moving faster as my chest heaved in a rhythm, making your cock appear and disappear in between my breasts. Then, I grab your cock and my tongue glides down the pulsing vein on your shaft, pressing it with my mouth, taking in the salty taste of the ridges of your shaft, licking it like an long ice cream cone. My mouth wanders to the crease of your leg and your pubic area, as I suck and nip that area with my teeth and lips, sucking and licking, as I jerk your cock, harder and faster. I move back onto your head, and I suck your head hard, while rubbing your vein with my two fingers, keeping your shaft steady with my other hand, as I suck and suck your head, harder and harder. I hear your breathing race, hard and deep, until you explode cum into my mouth, landing on my tongue, and I swallow its salty goodness, bit after bit, until the last drop. I hear you sigh with relief, your deep breathing becomes shallow and full of sexual release.

(Read the continuatiion at: http://ukroadrunner.wordpress.com/2009/01/23/take-me-to-heaven-lover/)

Sexcapade Files #8: The Gates of Pleasure - The Sex Club Part II

2009-01-22T03:54:00.013-05:00

Jesse and I venture back into the second floor with the 70s décor. It was still pretty empty, but we figured it was high time to get some action because watching all of those people fucking everywhere was making the both of us horny. We chose a cubicle that had two entrances that enclosed a canopy bed, covered in white, transparent material, and on one headboard, there were two holes cut out into the wood. We quickly tossed our clothes in a corner and began our routine.

I was shaking with excited anticipation. I had never, ever in my life had sex in front of people. This would be the first time for me to really feel what it would be like to have other people watch me fuck. I quickly lay on the bed, and Jesse placed my hands inside the holes, tying them tightly with Japanese bondage rope. I was a helpless woman, bound to a bed, naked, where my pleasure was in his hands…

He reached over to touch one breast, and gently rubbed the nipples in his hands, as he kissed my mouth, felt his soft lips exploring me, his pointy tongue rubbing against mine as we covered each other’s mouths, wrestling to each other’s movements. As he moved south, my body was covered with his tongue, and I felt the wetness left from his mouth, exploring my neck, my chest, covering my breasts and nipples with kisses and sucks, as he found my erogenous zones near my sides, and went onward, down toward the inside of my legs, and then to his favorite: my feet. He took one foot and pressed it to his nose, smelled its scent, then began to savor one toe, then the other, with his wet mouth, and began to lick the bottom of my foot with his tongue. My, did it feel erotic. I felt even wetter as he caressed and nipped my foot with his teeth, feeling his heavy breathing on my toes, making me feel hotter and hornier at the same time.

A man and a woman, together, showed up during our foot play and watched Jesse lick my feet. The woman turned to me and asked, “Can I touch you?” And I nodded my head, and answered with a breathy “yes”. She lightly touched my thigh with her hand, and as Jesse continued to kiss my foot, she leaned over and ventured into the inside of my thigh, and I felt the ticklish sensation of her nails and fingertips. Wow, did it feel good. I closed my eyes, and felt three hands on me, Jesse’s hands on my feet, and the woman’s hand getting closer and closer towards my pussy…

I felt her fingers lightly touch my clit, and she began to rub it gently. My pussy was dripping with wetness, and I could lightly feel her fingertips brush the entrance of my vagina, then moving towards my clit to rub it slowly and softly. I felt my back arching, my wrists beginning to chafe from the binds, but I was enjoying myself, moaning loudly with pleasure. A few minutes later, her hand disappeared, and I felt Jesse’s weight over me.

I opened my eyes again, and there was a crowd of people surrounding our bed. Out of a small instance of sanity, I quickly counted the people around the bed. Oh my god, there’s twelve people watching me!! Wow!! I said to myself. They were quiet, intently watching us have our fun, and I felt myself enjoying the fact that there was an audience. I felt like a live porn star in sex fantasy land, baring everything and not feeling the slightest bit of shame with what I was doing. I was enjoying the fact that there were twelve sets of eyes watching me, all getting horny by the sight of watching Jesse get me off while I was tied to a headboard. It was very exhilarating, nothing like I had ever felt before. It made me realize the power of being able to hold people by the palm of your hand by having sex in front of them, and stopping them dead in your tracks by your bareness and your sensuality. I had begun to finally realize that power, and I was loving every second of it.

Jesse’s hand began to touch my pussy. I felt his fingers slide into my dripping pussy, massaging my hungry clit with his fingers, rubbing them quickly as I moaned louder and louder, arching my back even more from the power of that climax, and then he slowed down for me to catch my breath. He took his hand away and slapped my ass, and slapped it hard a few times, as I screamed because of the painful pleasure. He was teasing me with his hand, slapping my thighs a few more times, as I screamed loud in the room, loving every second of it.

He focused on my clit again, rubbing it more and more, but then, I felt a foreign hand on my breast, pinching my nipple REALLY HARD. “This is how you touch a girl’s boob!” a woman’s voice said. I moaned in pain, and I opened my eyes with the shock that someone had touched me without my permission. Jesse looked at me with a worried look, and I looked at him with a “let’s ignore it” look on my face. He continued on with his touching, but once again I felt that same heavy hand on my breast, pinching it harder and shaking it to where it ached.

Jesse asked, “Should I tell her to stop?”

I whispered, “No, let’s just ignore her again, but if she does it again, tell her to stop, my boob is hurting.”

It didn’t stop there. She reached over a third time, making me scream in pain, and Jesse pulled her arm away, angrily. “Can you please stop touching her?” he demanded to the woman.

The woman gave him an annoying look, and walked away. I was livid, angry that she broke my moment while I was enjoying my time. Jesse pouted at me and apologized for not stopping her sooner, but it wasn’t his fault, I had told him to ignore her anyway. So we continued with our foreplay, but it wasn’t the same. I was angry as fuck, I was so so pissed that this woman had the balls to hurt someone without asking, especially in a sex club. I was even more pissed that she broke the first rule of conduct, hopefully she would get kicked out.

So Jesse and I decided to finish getting me off because I had lost the mood. We quickly went back to our foreplay, and I ended up squirting on the bed, feeling wonderful that I had come. But I was still really, really pissed. We quickly got up, and informed someone what had happened…turned out, we got a free pass in the end, so there was some consolation…

We put back on our clothes and decided to walk around the club again to see if there were any new acts to watch…and again we ventured back into the S&M basement…

Part III is soon to follow!!

Sexcapade Files #7: The Gates of Pleasure – The Sex Club Experience Part I

2009-01-21T12:19:00.008-05:00

A few years ago, a fuck buddy of mine named Jesse and I decided to explore the city in a unique way – by going to a sex club. It was located in a back alley in the ghetto part of the city, but damn, was it worth the risk of getting shot going to that club, it was like sex heaven.

We entered the club, and discovered there were four floors total, but we had access to only three floors (the fourth floor was for homosexual men only to romp in). We walked into the dark first floor and discovered the delights of this floor – the exotic Medieval period and ancient Egyptian décor surrounded the place. The rooms had lavish decorations that were felt true to the time period it represented – sex swings hung from wooden beams and teepee structures, large wooden effigies with metal hooks for hanging were strewn in each room, and there were wooden structures that seemed like face-down massage chairs in some of the rooms, and I was so tempted to want to get whipped sitting on something like that. Every room had an entrance, but no door, for people to view you while you were fucking. No one had privacy, it was a building full of orgies out in open view. People would walk around with no clothes on, men would sit on benches watching people having sex, and jerking themselves for everyone to see. The building smelled of incense, and the dark atmosphere shrouded the mysteries of sex that I so desperately wanted to see.

We passed by a jail cell that had stirrups where an older couple was having sex. The woman was lying on a platform with her legs on the stirrups, moaning and her breasts moving in rhythmic motion while her husband was banging away, as you heard the slapping of his balls and thighs on her skin. Two men were with us watching this couple fucking away, and you can see their penises being stroked and rubbed by their calloused hands, and geez, was I getting horny.

We went upstairs to another floor, where it had a 70’s strip tease/romantic fantasy theme. In one section of the room, there were tables and chairs, and a pole bar where you could perform pole acts. On the other side of the room, you saw cubicles with beds that had different types of canopies, and all of them had holes on the headboards so you could get tied up in them. Further towards the back of the room, you saw a multitude of wide couches, and all had enough space for you to fuck on. At this point, this floor wasn’t completely busy, so we moved on to the next floor…

The basement was the most interesting floor of all – it was the S&M floor. It was the darkest room of all, but the most exciting and had the most variety. Once you entered the room, the place looked like a dungeon. In the center of the room, you saw a large jail cell replica with smaller jail compartments. In one, you saw a naked young man sitting on a chair with stirrups, his hands behind his back, and his white cock was erect, glistening under faint florescent lights. In another cell, there were two transvestite masters paddling and shocking two other trannies slaves handcuffed to a paddle chair, and in the last compartment, a man was strapped on a gurney while his master was whipping him hard with a leather whip, his lashes would echo in the dungeon.

Jesse and I walked around the room, and saw open rooms on the other side of the floor. In one room, there was a king sized platform bed, with a wooden slab tilted at an angle for hanging and whipping. Another room had modern décor, the walls were all white but tinted with black lighting. A large circular bed sat in one side of the room, and the floor was covered with black carpeting. The last room was dark and also illuminated with black lighting, and had a few chairs and couches. Inside that room were 2 males and 2 females having an orgy together, two men were kissing on the couch while the women were crouched on the floor sucking cock, oblivious that there was a crowd of people standing in front of their room, watching. It was so hot that I felt really really horny.

Jesse and I couldn’t take it anymore…we decided to go up to the second floor to find a room to fuck in, we couldn’t pass this up…

Part II will come soon, promise!!

Sexcapade Files #6: Monster Chocolate Cock

2009-01-20T23:11:00.011-05:00

How would you feel if you were faced with a gynormous dick in front of you? I'd probably fall on my knees and pray fervently, thanking the gods for such a blessed creature who was given such a monstrosity of a cock.

A few years ago, when my single, random fuck life began, I met someone named Louis on Myspace, mainly because he wanted to sleep with an Asian woman and wanted to know what it was like. He was a light chocolate skinned man, and black. I had never slept with a black man, but I've heard the rumors: they can last forever, and they were very, very endowed. I figured that I would start my singlehood by having this guy over to show me a thing or two about black men.

He came over the first day I met him, and we began by asking me to show my breasts. Of course, I obliged by pulling off my top and had them dangling in their bare-nakedness. He reached over, began to squeeze and roll those breasts in his hands, rub my nipples until they stood out and hard, and he unzipped his pants and took out his chocolate penis.

OH MY GOD was it huge. It was 9 inches long, had a girth of about an 1 1/2 in diameter, and
cut. It was such a beautiful sight to see, I felt my mouth drooling with hunger. He commanded me to suck his dick, and I obliged. It felt so full in my mouth, the largeness, I felt my mouth stretching. I sucked it so hard that it was amazing, to feel that hard cock in my mouth, playing with his firm balls, licking it over and over again. I went down, all the way down, shoving it into the back of my throat, and amazed myself, never knowing that I had the talent to do such a thing. He looked at me with his eyes wide open.

"Damn! How could a little thing like you get something that big down your throat?" He asked.

"Well, didn't I tell you that I wasn't a beginner at these kinds of things?" I purred.

I sucked and sucked, nipped and licked, as I jerked that ferocious, very veined cock in my hand. Pretty soon, it jerked and I felt a flood of salty, sticky cum in my mouth. I swallowed the load, gratefully. He felt relieved, but I didn't stop sucking. I kept on licking that beautiful penis of his, stroke after hard stroke, until minutes, later, he surprisingly, CAME AGAIN...

"Oh my god! I never came twice before!" He yelled. "I just came twice!!" I guess it was a sex session of firsts for the both of us then...

Soon, he flipped me over and started to fuck me, missionary style. To feel that thing in my pussy was amazing, feeling the velocity of him pounding my wet pussy over and over again, but after a while, it started to hurt. I wasn't used to having something that big inside of me, but hell, it was booty, and I wasn't going to give up just because it was too big. He continued to pound, as I grabbed his arms, watching him shove, feeling his big cock fill me with pleasure and pain, over and over again...

He turned me over, and pumped me from behind, as he pulled my hair, then grabbing my hips with his large hands, guiding that large dick of his into my wet pussy, harder and harder and harder. I moaned more and more, feeling the sweat gather on my upper lip, screaming with the pleasure of having such a wonderfully sized dick inside of me. He began to slap my large ass, and feeling the sting from his slaps made me even hornier...

For a while, we took a break, and he asked me to suck his cock again before he went home. He lay down perpendicular to my bed, and as I lay on his stomach, I had the idea of rubbing him on his vein while I sucked his dick hard, and wow, did it work. The idea of the Nympho Special came about during sex with a black man...I rubbed ferociously, sucking the life out of that dick, until his cum exploded into my mouth, feeling again, for the third time, the saltiness of cum melting in my mouth. I felt exhilarated.

Before he left, he reached over to me and asked me for a kiss. "I don't normally kiss girls I've fucked, but your mouth is sooo good at what it does, I wanted to kiss it," he said. And I felt his soft lips on mine, and he walked out the door.

I never saw him after that day. A week later, I moved away, and he tried to contact me a few months later to get another fuck from me, seeing that his Asian girlfriend wasn't giving him what he got from me. I guess not every Asian girl can live up to such high first expectations...*wink wink*

Pet Peeves During Sex

2009-01-20T11:43:00.007-05:00

There are things that men do that really really piss me off during sex, or during the sex experience. I never really vocalize them because it usually breaks the mood, and it can be a dealbreaker between getting cock and not getting cock at all, and surprisingly, men have very sensitive feelings about sex. Here are a few things that I would like to put out there, hopefully there are more women out there that feel the same way I do.

#1: PLEASE TAKE OFF YOUR SOCKS BEFORE SEX!! It's not fair to have to fuck someone when the girl is almost completely naked. It's kind of lame and so unsexy to see a guy with his tube socks up to his calfs trying to suck your nipples. What is it with guy's not taking their socks off during sex? Do they think that we don't notice that they're still wearing socks? Half of the time, I feel that when a guy doesn't take off his socks, he only wants you as a quickie, so the minute he's done, he can easily walk out the door after throwing on his clothes...so show some respect, guys...TAKE OFF YOUR SOCKS!!

#2: HAVING SEX ON BEDSHEETS THAT HAVE CARTOON CHARACTERS/SPORTS LOGOS ON THEM: Unless you're a avid sports/cartoon crazy fanatic and think it's hot that they're doing the nasty on top of Bugs Bunny or Pikachu, most girls are going to think you're freaking lame. How old are you, twelve?! Grow up and get some "manly men" sheets, it doesn't have to be intricate (you don't have to completely match your whole room, and if you did, we would definitely be scared if you knew how to match a complete bed set), but at least solid colors or stripes...we're going to think you haven't dropped any of your balls yet and never sleep with you again.

#3: FLOSS/BRUSH YOUR TEETH/EAT A MINT BEFORE TRYING TO MAKE OUT WITH US!! Do you realize how disgusting it is to make out with someone who had just eaten and we're trying to wrestle tongues, to find bits of leftover food in your teeth, or worse, tasting your last meal on your breath? Ick...enough said...

#4: CLEAN YOUR PAD/ROOM BEFORE BRINGING US OVER TO FUCK! For one, if you wanted us to have sex all over your place, we would NOT be willing to sit on a kitchen counter that still had remnants of your PB&J on the counter...gross...so if you're one of those frisky guys that like to do it outside of the bedroom, please be sure you clean your place up before bringing us over.

#5: IF YOU'RE BRINGING US OVER FOR A DRINK BEFORE FUCKING, MAKE SURE YOU'RE SERVING US DRINKS IN A GLASS THAT IS MADE OF GLASS, AND IN THE CORRECT GLASS!! Most guys don't know the difference between a wine glass and a brandy glass, and we would certainly not appreciate being serve wine in a plastic cup. You know how we are, we like to be pampered, and if you want me to sleep with you, treat a girl right and serve her some wine in a WINE GLASS!!

#6: IF WE TELL YOU TO STOP DOING SOMETHING, STOP!! And this is basically during sex...a lot of guys tend to forget that girls are picky, if we don't like the shit you do down there, then stop doing it, it's just going to piss us off even more, and we'll regret sleeping with you later.

#7: DON'T BITE HARD ON CLIT/BOOBS: Unless you're into S&M and like getting hit on the boobs/clit, don't hurt a girl's areas too much or she will hate the ground you walk on. Not only will she stop fucking you, she will storm out, and you will regret ever biting hard on a girl, period.

#8: DO NOT SLOBBER ON US LIKE YOU'VE SEEN ON PORNOS!! For real, guys, that head shaking thing that you see on your favorite porn does not work for us. All that shit is fake! (Thanks GGMN) Don't believe everything you see on porn, we will not appreciate you later if we realize that you're a porn copycat.

#9: IF WE ARE WILLING TO DO A FAVOR BY SUCKING COCK, DO US A FAVOR BY EATING US OUT!! There are some men that don't like to eat pussy, and it's so not fair to us, when you men want us to go down there to suck cock. Why are there some out there that are too selfish to realize that they have to return the favor?? We have to make ourselves look good so you'd want to sleep with us again, did you think we would just want to sleep with you by just fucking you? No, we want the whole package, foreplay and all...no woman should go without getting her pussy eaten while she's getting fucked, seriously...

Yeah, I know that a lot of these are redundant and self-explanatory, but I guess I needed to rant...girls, send me your pet peeves, I'll try to include them on another post for you! Send e-mail to sex.confessions69@gmail.com or comment this page!

Sexperience #3: The Vagina Sessions

2009-01-20T00:35:00.009-05:00

All you ladies, gather around! Have you ever complained about your man's technique whenever he'd eat your pussy? Now, here's something you can send to your man to read, a response to "The Blowjob Sessions"...

I decided that after releasing the ever-popular "The BJ Sessions" sexperience series, I would write one specifically for men, just to show men how a woman, like myself, would like to be eaten/fingered the right way. I know how women operate, you don't like having to tell a man that he sucks, so you decide to fake it, right? Well, here's something he can read so you wouldn't have to waste your time faking it anymore!!

Men, it's not like I'm bashing you all or anything, but you all need to realize that women and men get off differently. We are not that easy to please. We don't just "jack off" by shaking our clits, it takes time to find the "correct" spot, even though we have less area to cover. This is a guide for all the men, just so they can improve their technique. Are you girls with me?? (All the women in the choir, please say "Amen!")

So guys, let's cover a bit of anatomy of a female pussy, shall we? Okay, you basically see the outer labia that surround the whole area of the pussy, then right under the outer labia, at the top, is that little knob called the clitoris. Underneath that, is the urethra, which is the area that girls piss out of, then underneath that is the inner labia (kind of wrinkly flappy things that stick out) that surround the vagina. South of that is the anus, or butthole, comprende?

Now, please realize that this isn't a complete how-to on how to eat pussy, but this is to definitely improve your technique. I can't say that I'm an expert at pussy eating (I've never eaten pussy, and don't think I have the desire to do that now or ever), but here's a few tips that you should think about the next time you're with your girl/fuck buddy/lover/whatever and try these on for size:

For one, guys need to realize that for a woman, her whole body is a sexual object. Girls take a lot more warming up than men do. All a girl has to do is stand there naked, and a guy's cock goes up in arms. For a woman, you have to caress her, especially in these areas (some are more obvious than others): the neck, the ear lobes, breasts, legs, back, etc. One thing that you should notice is if she's ticklish, and when you're off doing foreplay, try licking/kissing/sucking/nipping those areas where she's most ticklish, you will definitely get a response from her.

One thing that you should really do (especially if this is your first time with this chick) is you should watch her masturbate. Girls are pretty particular about the way they're touched (guys are too, in some respect, but girls are really REALLY picky), and you can definitely learn her spots by watching her rub herself. Not only do you learn how she likes to be touched (making note of her favorite pussy places), but you'd get off as well...so even if you're horny as hell, PAY ATTENTION!!

Don't rub her clit/finger her pussy without lube!! Do you know how PAINFUL that is when you do? If you have a temptation to touch her down there, make sure to either moisten your fingers with spit or lube before going down there to rub...if you're only going there to check if she's wet, that's fine, but no major rubbing/fingering without lube.

When you're down there to eat her out, don't lick her all over the place like poor Anthony (read my blog "Bed Humper Parts I and II" if you're not familiar with Anthony's techniques...ick). When you're going to lick her, be sure you're hitting a specific spot, even a fraction of an inch will make a difference between being wet and orgasm. Alway focus on a specific place, and make sure it's repetitive and in an even rhythm...we're not like guys, where guys like to be touched on different parts of their cock. We like having the focus on one spot only, if that's where we're getting off on. Also, try to use slight pressure (as much pressure as you would use to shave your face, almost), so don't press too hard, or she'll be in pain (it's just as painful as getting hit in the balls, folks, I can imagine). Nipping and soft biting is allowed, depending on the girl, but be careful, every girl is different.

One thing that you guys might like to know is that if you notice on the clit, there's a little piece of flesh that's kind is like a flap over it...if you pull that flap away, the area underneath is really really sensitive...really...LOL, trust me on that one. That might make a difference between nada and OH MY GOD I'M GOING TO CUM NOW!!

Be patient with us. We're not like guys in some respect, sometimes it takes us a while to get to where we're going, to climax in a specific spot. And when we come, as in an actual orgasm, depending on the woman, you may feel a change in her cum...usually, when she first starts off, it's kind of watery, later on, it may be sticky, so be prepared: the more sticky it is, the closer she is to climax.

Another place where girls are really sensitive are the soft pieces of skin that are underneath the joint of your thighs and pubic area (same with the guys), the inner thighs and the under area of the knees. Girls are definitely sensitive in this area, so when you're doing foreplay, don't ignore them, kiss/lick/suck/nip/bite those areas as much as you please, she will thank you later. :-)

Some girls may think this is a myth, some believe it, others may have trouble find it, but here it is: the impossible and infamous G-spot. That thing is impossible to find, and even I find trouble finding it on my own. I've only experienced it with one guy, and damn did the earth shake like it was Armageddon. It is the most amazing thing to experience it, but it's so damn hard to find, it's like finding a pure virgin (for real though LOL). This forbidden yet so so damn good G-spot is located near the top part of the vagina wall, around 3-4 inches in, and so freakin' hard to find. (Read Good Girl No More's recent blog called "Insatiable Need" at http://goodgirlnomore.wordpress.com/2009/01/16/insatiable-need/ if you want a first-hand testimonial about the hardships of finding that damned G-spot) Try one of those G-spot toys, or use fingers, but good luck, it may be difficult to find after all.

Another thing to keep in mind is that girls may squirt. Believe it or not, it's not just something that you'd find while watching a porno. Squirting does exist, and some guys find it absolutely hot, some guys think it's disgusting. Squirting is when a woman either gushes or squirts out cum from her vagina like she had an indoor fountain in her pussy. It's not like she does it on purpose, but it kind of happens, kind of like when a man ejaculates. Each and every woman is either going to squirt or not. Some women have it, and some women don't, it's just a fact of life. So don't blame your girl if she can or can't, because every woman is different.

The last thing that I would like to mention is that when a woman really does reach the "big O", you'll see her vagina muscles squeeze together in a pulsating manner. Not many girls can reach that, but if you meet one that does do that, pat yourself on the back because you just made a girl cum like crazy (and she'll thank you for that later on, really...)

Ok, there goes the end of this segment. Questions or comments? Girls, how did I do? Let me know if there should be anything else I should add, I would be more than happy to correct myself. Hopefully this will help, boys...thank you all for reading!!

Sexcapade Files #5: Orgasm by Ultrasound

2009-01-18T22:49:00.010-05:00

Orgasm by ultrasound...what does that mean, you ask. Sounds like a strange way to get off it seems, but believe it or not, it is possible.

I would have to consider this sex incident as one of the funniest things to happen to me, even if it was by accident. Please consider that I wasn't even in that frame of mind to be thinking about sex (it wasn't even in the picture), but it resulted in a sexual manner in the end.

I was at the hospital for an ultrasound procedure, and I was scared shitless. I had never done an ultrasound, I wasn't sure what they would find, and I was hoping the prognosis would be good. So, as you can see, I was thinking about my health more than anything at this point. I was sent to a room with two women, one was an older, blond woman, and the other was much younger, about my age, wearing a technician's coat. They quickly introduced myself, and here I was, shaking with a silent fear, of what was supposed to happen, that I forgot their names. They told me to undress and wear a hospital gown, and asked me to lie down on the bed, that was right next to a computer screen.

So then the procedure began. They had smeared gel all over my stomach and guided an instrument that looked like a large dildo over my abdomen, and from what I can tell, the younger girl was in training to conduct ultrasounds, so she didn't really know what she was doing, and the older woman was guiding her, by hand, to point that instrument in the correct way. The younger girl was making mistakes, so the ultrasound wand kept on moving around in jagged movements, making small adjustments here and there, for half an hour until they finished.

I thought we were completely done, until the older woman stated they had to do a "transvaginal" ultrasound. I wasn't sure what that meant until they told me to open my legs and I felt cold hands on my thighs.

The wand went inside my pussy, slick and wet with gel. I took a deep breath, as the wand probed inside my pussy. Again, the younger woman was probing the wand inside of me, making mistakes and small, awkward movements here and there, so much that I started to feel kind of horny.

Oh my god, I'm getting wet, I thought. I shut my eyes tightly, trying not to make a sound, and I felt my hands clutching onto the sides of the bed, trying not to think of the awkward and sharp movements of the ultrasound wand, the uneven strokes...

Shit! I'm getting wet, oh my god, oh my god, I kept on telling myself, over and over again, but I was feeling the jagged movements of that ultrasound wand in my pussy, feeling myself getting hotter and wetter as the minutes go by. Then I began to panic.

Just breathe, don't think, just breathe deeply, this torture will end soon, don't think of this as a sex act, it's a medical procedure!! Just breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out... I told myself over and over again, lying on the bed, and feeling myself getting hotter and hornier.

Oh my god, I hope they don't know that I'm getting wet down there! This is way too embarrassing! I'm here for a medical procedure, not for some sex fling! Please, I hope they don't know about me getting wet... I pursed my lips tightly so I couldn't have the urge to escape a moan or a sigh, but I felt myself breathing hard. My cheeks were getting flushed, and my hands were getting numb from holding on to the bed. So much for embarrassing moments.

Then finally, it was over. They asked me to get up from the bed, get dressed, and I was on my way out. I kept thinking about the incident in my mind, and I flushed with embarrassment. Out of a frightening medical procedure, I ended up getting horny instead.

Who said that being at the hospital wasn't sexy? :-D

Sexcapade Files #4: Bed Humper Part II

2009-01-18T16:18:00.013-05:00

Two mistakes with the same guy. That's exactly how it felt the second time around.

The worst thing about my sexcapade with Anthony was the fact that I even fucked him, and I saw him twice in a week, but the second time made me fully regret ever meeting him, even seeing him again. I should've listened to my gut the first time, but I was too horny to listen to those gut feelings. I needed to get some booty, no matter who, no matter how, no matter what.

So I saw Anthony again a week later, meeting him at the train station, and then walking to his apartment. His pad looked the same as it did last week - childish, messy, and just horrible decor. Maybe it was somewhat a good thing that his room didn't completely match, there was probably some ounce of him being a guy, but ick, did it look bad. I would've hired an interior designer to rennovate the place, but I digress.

We walked through the doorway, closed the door, and I turn to him, saying in a fake, husky voice, "So, are you ready for what's coming to you?"

"Why? What's coming to me?" he asks.

"I'm going to suck your dick so much you wouldn't even know what hit you," I said, purring to him. I started to rub his cock from the outside of his pants again.

"Oh shit! Oooh, oh shit...suck my dick", he moans.

I get on my knees, unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants, and there was his OH NOT SO AMAZING DICK semi-hard in his tighty whiteys. Well, let's see how this goes...yummy dick, I thought. I suck his mini head in my mouth, caressing it in hard sucks as I savor the salty flavor, feel the shaved softness of his balls, explore the crevices of his head, with every stroke, up and down, on his churro-sized dick. At least it's not hard to deep throat, I thought again. He keeps on moaning, louder and harder as I suck and nip his semi-retarded dick into hardness.

"I wanna see your breasts," he says. We precede to pull off our clothes, piece by piece, and toss them in messy piles on the floor. Naked, he leads me onto his futon mattress on the floor, he lays down and I continue on with my sucking routine, even pulling the Nympho Special on him, as he yelled louder, "Oh shit! I didn't know about that spot!" over and over again. He flips me over and decides to give me another tongue bath on my pussy, once again feeling like a piece of bread being slathered upon pounds and pounds of mayonnaise.

He finally stops and I decided to "show him" what to do. "Do you want to see me finger myself? I love it when guys watch me rub my clit," I hint at him. I reach over, lube myself with cum, and I start to rub that little cherry clit that desperately needed to be rubbed and licked the right way. Maybe he'll get where to touch me if he sees me touch myself, I thought. But a few minutes later, he says, "I can't take it anymore, I have to eat your pussy right now!" Sigh, so much for that effort...

He finally finished his pussy eating (finally), and we get on with the sex. He tries to fuck hard, but the effort was only half-satisfying, only because he wasn't wide enough, and two, he didn't know any other positions. I was too busy faking it to finally realize that he was already done, and I still wanted more dick...grrr...it wasn't enough.

We lay down for a bit and talked. He had mentioned to me that he had only begun having sex about a year ago, which made it seem even more embarrassing. Shit! No wonder he didn't know what to do! I thought. He had 1 year to my 7 years of sex experience. What was up with that??? And he begun to tell me about his ex-girlfriend, who he still keeps in contact with, and tells me that she constantly tells her new boyfriend about the way Anthony's pussy eating made her cum so much, that her new boyfriend is jealous. Wow, that makes me think that she hasn't really had much experience either...ick...

I begin to get impatient because I still want more dick. So I start to give him a handjob, jerking it vigorously in my hand and teasing it with my tongue. "You want more? It's tough for me to get hard after sex," he said. But I insisted it to become semi-hard, teasing it with my tongue and mouth, swirling it into submission.

"Your mouth is making me horny, I want to eat you out again," he said. But as he went on with his pussy eating, I had begun to feel lightheaded. I wasn't feeling this as I did a few minutes ago, he was getting more and more annoying as the minutes went by. So I finally told him, "I need to go home, I have to run some errands," I said.

"No, don't go home, I still want to eat you out, please don't go. I know your schedule, you don't need to leave until 4:30," he said. It was now around 3:30 pm.

"I really need to go, I have to get some stuff done," I pushed him aside, and walked to the pile of clothes at the door, quickly got dressed, and turned to him. Sure enough, he was lying faced-down on the futon, HUMPING THE BED!!

Oh my god, what is he doing?! I thought. I watched him for a few moments, writhing and rubbing his semi-hard cock on the mattress, and he turned to me and said, "Please stay, please...I want to fuck you more," he desperately pleaded.

"No, I have to go, I'll call you next week?" I lied. He continued on jerking himself off with his hand and rubbing his cock head on the mattress at the same time. What a PATHETIC sight to see.

"Okay, don't forget, I want to fuck you before you move," he said. His ass was rising, up and down, as his body moved to a fast rhythm, in order to get himself off on the bed. As I walked outside and closed the door, the last visual of Anthony I saw was him still trying to get himself off on the bed, languishly trying his hardest to get off in any way, even if it was with his bed sheets. I quickly closed the door behind me and walked myself from his place, to the train station, back home, trying to forget that awkwardly pathetic scene I had ever seen of a man with no clothes on.

Sitting in the train, I began to regret fucking him. I felt disgusted and sick to my stomach having to waste my time and pussy for someone that wasn't even worth it. It made me begin to think that maybe sleeping with Filipino guys wouldn't be worth it at all, but maybe I'm wrong, maybe it was just a fluke that I had to sleep with such a loser...

Unfortunately, he kept on calling...and calling, and calling...and I would always reject his phone calls. I took him off my Facebook profile, and a few months later, he tried to add me again, unsuccessfully. I deleted his phone number off my cell, but memorized at least the area code, so that if he did call, I could easily reject it again. Finally, after 4 months later, he gave up contacting me, and I haven't heard word from him since. Thank god...whew...

Moral of story: if you have a bad vibe about someone you slept with once, DON'T SLEEP WITH HIM AGAIN!!!