A Brief Pause

....before Part III, the juiciest part, is revealed.

Wanted to share with my friends here of a deep, introspective turn for me. Nothing you can't handle, and certainly an enhancement and aide in my own life. These last couple of months have forced me to deal with a couple of issues in life that I had eternally turned away from. It affected me far more than I thought it did, and I held some of it in shame.

I'm being purposely vague here, because some of what I want to share with you -- not too mention one of the most unique sexual weekends of my life -- is due in the next and final installment. I want you all to be open and enjoy what you read. We had a great, fabulous time and want to share it with you in ecstatic detail.

Just know that I'm back. I'm a little beaten-up and certainly wiser. I have learned far more than I ever thought I would. And I want to offer it to all of you, male and female. Sexually, it's a great place for me.

Now...you keep reading. It'll be here before the weekend is out.

Assignation - Part II

What was the old Daffy Duck cartoon?...."This would be embarrassing...if it weren't true..."
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A simple turn made it easy for him to bury his face in my pussy. I lay back while he expertly used his tongue and teeth to arouse me. I felt goose bumps rise as he flicked my clit with his tongue bringing it to a pleasurable aching fullness. He then thrust his fingers inside me, hooking my g-spot and ramming my cervix. I pinched and pulled at my nipples making them exquisitely sensitive. My friend asked me if I liked what he was doing - of course, I did! He called me his slut and bitch, which made me more excited. When I pulled out a vibrator with a bullet on a long-ish cord, he lubed both it and me up. He used the vibrator in my throbbing pussy while I worked my clit with the bullet. He reached over and slapped my ass making me scream with pleasure/pain and primitive desire.

To be with someone that will not only allow you to reach sexual heights but actually want you to, is something very different for me. When I’m at home, I can’t let go. My brain/emotions/psychological make-up just will not allow me to do it. I must wear a mask and play a part. I do get some escape when I visit Art, which is wonderful. The experience of being far, far away from my everyday life with a man that I know thinks like me and would not be embarrassed or offended by my wants, was truly liberating.

As he continued to plunge the vibrator into me and I worked the bullet, I could feel nothing but what was happening to me, my mind and body became one unified system of pleasurable sensations. My orgasm came in a huge, explosive, wave as every nerve, blood vessel, cell and pore shrieked with release. I spoke in tongues and screamed my feelings as I came and managed to squirt my friend right in the face! I was humiliated for only a moment then I realized, this is what both he and I wanted – the freedom to be who we are and have the type of sex we crave. Farts, queefs, squirting, wet spots – are all normal parts of it and there should be no embarrassment. So, I got over that right quick! I also think he was damn proud and enjoyed it.

We did cuddle and kiss quite a bit, talking more about our mutual interests. I want you to know that he’s an excellent kisser. He also enjoys “PDA’s”; I guess you’d call them. Things like touching my breasts on the train platform and on the train. Grabbing my pussy at the airport! Holding hands while walking down the street. The type of touching that made me feel very wanted and very sexy. The man also cooks very well. Need I say more?

Well, actually, I do have to say more because I brought my flogger...:)

The man’s talents have no limits. To be continued …
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One more, friends...one more tease. You're all invited, by the way, to Chicago. You do know that, right?

Assignation - Part I

From a friend that many of you know. Today she is my guest... For your enjoyment... And mine... I will tell all when all is written.

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I’m guest posting here because the intimate details of my trip to Chicago are for certain eyes only.

I don’t know exactly when he and I began corresponding but it has been awhile. We connected through out blogs. While I think, initially, there was only sexual curiosity, what we developed was a cyber and telephone friendship. We both were looking for a person to be able to share ideas, experiences, fantasies, etc. that could be considered way out of the “vanilla” range. I longed for someone who had a truly open mind. Someone that wouldn’t judge, that would offer thought-out, intelligent comments and suggestions. Someone that would share his or her thoughts with me without being afraid of condemnation or rejection. Over the months (years?) we’ve talked, I found this man to be exactly what I was looking for. He also felt that I could enhance his life. Unfortunately, he lives 1,300 miles away from me hence the trip to Chicago.

I want everyone who reads this to understand that neither the trip nor what happened during it was hastily gone into. We had talked about each other’s expectations, desires and limits – extensively. What was going to happen was something BOTH of us WANTED and needed. It was a gratifying and enlightening experience for me and I believe for him as well.

While I know I don’t have a submissive/slave personality, I want a man that will “take charge”. I want the men in my life to be certain and decisive. I also want them to be free to ask for what they want, tell me what they need and be able and/or willing to try something different. If the “something different” doesn’t work, I don’t want a man to bitch, moan and pout. I want him to be able to laugh if off or shrug it off and get on with the next thing. A man that I’ve developed a long distance friendship is that type of man. He’s forceful in personality, he has no fear of asking for what he wants, he’s attentive without being cloying and the man definitely knows how to work his mouth, fingers and cock!

Being an esthetician, I’ve found that a perfect way to exchange attitude and energy is by giving someone a facial and massage. After I tortured my friend with some requested waxing, I then soothed him with a facial and massage. Touching someone’s body while manipulating their muscles and stimulating their senses is such an amazing way to transfer feelings. When I was treating my friend, I put caring and sexual energy into my touch. It must have worked because during a break between the waxing and pampering, he felt comfortable enough with me to stroke his cock whilst reclining naked on a quilt padded dining room table. I only wish I took a picture of him as I walked back into the room, as it was a panty-wetting sight.

Another way I like to get to know a man better is to give him a blow-job. Going down on a guy is one of my most favorite things in the world. My friend demanded a blow-job and I was more than happy to comply.

I began by licking and biting his nipples. He likes his nipples to be played with, roughly. Mmmmm …. Nipping and licking down his stomach, I positioned myself between his spread legs. I ran my tongue along the inner-most area of his thigh and then used it to scoop one ball into my mouth. Hearing is gasp as my tongue twirled around him was arousing. After attention on one, I got the other in my mouth and gave it the same firm yet gentle treatment. While holding his ball in my mouth, I let my tongue snake out down his perineum for a few long licks. Then it was time to pay serious attention to his rising cock. There are few feelings that I like better than to take a semi-erect penis in my mouth and feel it grow under my ministrations. Gods! It makes me shiver just to think about it!

Making sure no part of his cock was left wanting, my tongue swirled around the head, delved deep in to his slit for a taste of pre-cum and ran up and down the ever growing length. I pulled him down into my throat, sucking fiercely. I’d then rake my teeth along his shaft and gently bite down under his corona while flicking the frenulum with the very tip of my tongue. He called me a slut, a bitch, a cocksucker, all the while squirming and bucking with pleasure. When he came, it was voracious, vocal and with much velocity...as I pinched and twisted his nipples....! I swallowed all his cum and then licked him clean. I’m damn sure he liked it.

Now he was going to return the favor...

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More, friends. LOTS more. And then we'll talk.

Group Post: CAUGHT!

Caught….and thank you for it.

Since I don’t have anyone in my life at present…and since the demand does not seem strong for what I offer…I find myself with my own imagination and two hands as my best friends. This happened to me a few years ago with someone as I look out my window.

I’m on the fourth floor of a building. Tree-lined streets, and a direct view of the building across the street. I had just gotten up – and most men will experience getting out of bed with an erection. Went to pee and lost a little of its hardness, but that was soon addressed. I walked by a window and just happened to look out at a particular balcony. A woman of curvy build and dark, long hair was sitting in a lawn chair. Wide open and nearly nude. She was furiously fucking herself with a dark object, a vibrator I would assume. And no one could see her from either side of her building. And only the two apartments (of which I was in one) that faced her could see her.

So I watched. I saw that her mouth was moving and I raised my window. She was grunting and fucking her cunt very loudly, knowing that no one could see, and giving herself the obvious relief she craved. I began stroking my cock at the sight of this unhibited display. I loved it, naturally. Ran into my bedroom and grabbed the first lube I could find, which that morning was baby oil. Came back out. Quickly poured it into my hand and stroked it onto my cock.

Suddenly we both saw each other and froze. Staring at each other, wondering what would happen. I look at her – a very attractive woman to me – and I resumed fucking my fist. With that, she again pumped her toy in and out of her pussy. I could hear her voice in rhythmic groaning and crying, and since I’m loud myself, it was a strange and wonderful stereo to my ears. I wondered if anyone on the street could hear….

She stood up over the chair. She spread her legs really wide and she began to cum. It was loud and sustained and throughout it, she fucked herself as fast as she could. She stood there quite a while and then collapsed back into the chair. When she did that, I came. Very noisily, yelling “FUCKFUCKFUCK” the entire time. When I was empty, I leaned down onto the window sill, head on the frame of the window itself. I opened my eyes and she was walking back into the apartment. As she closed the sliding door, she glanced at me and waved. I returned it.

We caught each other. The only regret I have is that I never caught sight of her ever again.