Feel.

I have been masturbating a lot lately.
It's not that I haven't been having sex, I have. Eclectic Listener and I have been having a fantastic time fucking each others brains out. It never gets old. The mere thought of his cock makes my mouth and my pussy wet. But, I have still been enjoying the feel of my hand between my legs.

I still stand by what I have said before- giving myself orgasms makes me a better lover. For the most part, I'm comfortable in my own skin. I have grown to love my body with its faults. I love my breasts. How firm they are and when my nipples get hard, my piercings stand out. My full lips. Curves. I think masturbation is at least partly responsible for this. It's hard not to love your body when it brings you such exquisite pleasure.

Cumming. Over and over.

Eclectic Listener tells me to cum on his cock and I do. And, sometimes, if I'm lucky, I get to lick my juices off of him before he explodes in my mouth. I love him pushing my hair out of my face so he can watch me take all of him in. My cheekbones standing out from me sucking so hard. He grabs my hair and I moan with him still in my mouth.

I feel that familiar wetness between my thighs and, I have to indulge.

Are You Listening?

I don't know how to begin.

I went to his place to give him a blow job. He had had a long, exhausting day and deserved a release. He told me he was too tired to even masturbate but, "a blow job would be perfection!" I offered to come over. He said, "That's not necessary, Sexy. But it sounds amazing."

Finally, he said he did want me to come over and do what I do best, and he would make it up to me with a pussy pounding later in the week. This made me happy.

We never jump straight to the sex. We could, but we don't. I arrived at his place and went with him to walk his dog. She is an adorable Siberian Husky. The evening was warm, and as we walked I kept thinking about how attracted to him I am. He has a perfectly trimmed beard that suits his face. I love it.

We went back inside and looked at some music he had downloaded and I rambled on about how I love my new job. We laid on his bed, facing each other and continued to talk. He leaned in to kiss me, but instead of it being forceful and deep right from the get-go like it normally is, it was slow and tender. He leaned into me, and hesitated. His lips were so close, I could feel his breath on my face. He looked at me and our eyes held an intense gaze until I kissed him. Soft and slow, taking our time enjoying the lip lock before allowing our tongues to explore. His hands ran up and down my body, feeling every curve. I had my hand on the back of his head, pulling his hair and gasping between kisses.

I wasn't wearing a bra. He teased and played with my pierced nipples through my shirt. The kissing felt like it simultaneously lasted forever and just an instant. He lifted my shirt and surrounded my hard nipple with his mouth. The combination of him squeezing my breast and intensely sucking my nipple was incredible. I was moaning and gasping from pleasure and pain.

"You're not letting me do my job," I said, "I'm here in a mission." My hand reached beneath his pants and took ahold of his hard dick. I felt the precum surrounding it, and knew I had to taste it. I pulled off his pants, and got on all fours hovering over his cock. I felt my mouth start to water. I licked greedily up and down the shaft. He was so sensitive at this point he was moaning guttorally and sharply taking in breath. I sucked the head. "Oh God." he moaned. I took in the whole thing down to the base. My mouth was so wet my head easily slid his cock deep into my mouth, over and over, achieving the perfect rhythm.

My mouth took over and my jaw started to clench. I was sucking his dick so hard and taking it all in each time. His hands ran through my hair pushing it all out of the way so he could watch my pretty face swallow his cock. "Do you feel how hard it is?!" I did. I felt all nine inches hitting the back of my throat, and I loved it. He grabbed me by my hair and pulled my face to his and kissed me. His hands all over my body. I know it felt good, so why did he stop me. I loved kissing him. The blow job was so intense I wanted to press my lips to his and feel his tongue inside me again. But why did he do it? he has never done that before.

I resumed sucking his dick and again found the perfect pace. We were both moaning and he was shaking all over. His breath was short. I think we both knew this was different than any other time I have given him head. He pulled down my pants and started fingering my pussy and ass. I came effortlessly. I was soaking wet. I thrusted my hips in time with his fingers and kept my head slamming down on his cock. My tongue rubbing the head and swallowing it whole. His hands felt so amazing I felt another orgasm building up. I increased my pace. We came so fucking hard. He was shaking and trembling all over. I kept him in my mouth until his shaking subsided and I collapsed beside him.

I don't know how anything can compare to that.

Taken.

I didn't know how much I had missed him until I saw him again. It was difficult for me to look him in the eyes the first few minutes we were together because I was afraid he would see right through me, and know what looking at him did to me. The few times our eyes did lock, I felt my body tighten up and I gasped a little. It's the kind of intense attraction that doesn't happen very often. I am not sure anyone has had this kind of power of me. I'm not sure power is the right word, but the response my body has to him is second to none.

We stood and talked by his bar for a while. I knew I wanted to kiss him, but we both like buildup and anticipation so I wasn't sure how long I should wait. Honestly, I wanted to kiss him the second I saw him. He had gotten a haircut. I love his hair. It's naturally blond, but has started to go grey. It suits him. The grey hair blends down his sideburns into a perfectly maintained beard. The beard was new. I loved it. He always had a goatee, which looked great on him, but something about the beard suited his face. It took everything in me not to grab his shirt and pull him to me and kiss him.

About thirty minutes had gone by and we were talking and laughing. We are always laughing. He reached across me for something and turned toward me and kissed me. It was unexpected. I felt the effects of that kiss all the way down to my toes. A tingling sensation ran down my spine and I lost control of my senses. All I knew was I wanted his tongue to continue to swirl inside my mouth and feel his hands on my skin.

We went back to talking and watching something on his computer. He lightly grazed his hand up and down my back. This small gesture felt like electricity pulsing through my skin. It was difficult to concentrate. After what seemed like a lifetime, but was probably just another twenty minutes, he turned to me and kissed me again. His hands pulled me to him tightly, I grabbed the back of his head. We were kissing so deeply, so passionately. I sucked his tongue into my mouth and then bit his lower lip. He pulled my shirt down and grabbed at my breasts, moving his lips from my mouth to my neck. I was moaning. He was moaning as he kissed me. "Let's move this to the bedroom," he said.

I laid on the bed and waited for him. He slid in beside me and I couldn't even wait for him to get settled before kissing him again. At once, the kissing was furious and needed. His hand slid down my shorts and rubbed against my mound. I kissed him harder and moved my hips against his hand.

My shorts and panties came off and I felt his expert fingers rubbing against my clit. I was so wet and my moaning was out of control. Just when I thought I would cum, he would move his fingers inside me and I would buck against them. Then, they would move back to the clit. Eventually, he let me cum. But, that didn't stop him from fingering me. He just put his fingers back inside me until I came again. My breathe was heaving. "Are you alright?" he asked. I smiled and managed a "Mmhmm." He licked my wetness from his fingers. That has to be the hottest thing I have ever seen in my life.

I kissed my way down his chest and removed his shorts. I gasped when I saw his dick. I gasp every time. I can't help it. It's so big and hard, how could you not gasp? I started licking up and down the shaft, his precum tasted so good, I wanted more. I took all of him in and moaned with him in my mouth. I felt his hand on the top of my head. I continued to get his dick nice and wet before taking him in again. His other hand found my pussy and started fingering me. I responded by whimpering while bobbing my head up and down on his cock. I love going down on him. That, combined with him fingering was almost too much pleasure. My mouth was so incredibly wet, and sucking him in as far as it could. His body started to convulse and I was still whining and moaning from him pumping his fingers in and out of me. "I have to be inside you," he said. I laid down next to him and said, " I have been on my knees long enough."

He positioned himself between my legs and slid into me. I inhaled sharply and let out a guttural "Ooooh." I heard him mutter "Mmmm." The pleasure was so intense, we were monosyllabic at this point. His cock felt so big and hard inside me. I tightened around him, wanting to feel more. He leaned down to me and said, "Damn baby, you're so tight." And then he kissed me. Deeply. While still thrusting inside me. Even thinking about this now gives me butterflies.

His body continued pounding into mine until he said,"I'm going to cum. Do you want it in your mouth?" I grabbed his hands and pulled him back into me and he came immediately. His whole body shuddered. I smiled between my moans. I love the look on his face when he cums. It looks so relaxed, masculine, and fucking sexy.

It was by far the best sex of my life.

Virgin.

When it comes to sex, what have you done? What have you not done and would like to try? Is there anything wrong with liking or enjoying traditional sex? And, can you like it both ways?

I'm all for experimentation. But, I do not believe it will make sex better. It can make an already enjoyable experience different and enhanced, but not make bad sex good. The only thing that can make bad sex good is communication. You have to talk about the issues, what you and your partner enjoy and find common ground. It's also about chemistry. Chemistry is one thing you can't fake. It amazes me what a difference chemistry makes in sexual encounters. With OMFG and Eclectic Listener there was amazing chemistry. Still is with Eclectic Listener. I had a friend ask me other day, "How do you know when the chemistry is good?" It got me thinking. If you have to ask that question, you've never felt it.

It's a feeling. A charge. Its pliable. Tangible. It's like electricity between two people. The spark. Eclectic Listener and I are good at eye contact when it counts. There is a look that we give each other and its a total "Fuck Me." look. I don't know how else to explain it. It isn't a longing gaze. It isn't staring into each others souls. It's a three second glance. And its dirty. And I like it. This look, this look is a MAJOR part of our chemistry. I'm not even sure if he is fully aware of the look. But every time it happens, I get wet. Immediately. And he is WELL AWARE of that effect he has on me. He can say a few words to me, under his breath, totally unassumingly, and I will get a look on my face. He'll smile and say, "I just made you wet." My response in my head is "DAMMMMMIIIITTT." Because he is right.

Yes, this all ties into experimentation. Because the sex has to be good for the experimentation to work. And for the sex to be good you have to have chemistry. See how I have gone full circle? I asked Eclectic Listener yesterday if there was anything he hadn't done he would like to try. His response? "I dunno, I'm not a whore, but I've done alot. What about you?" I liked his response and it was almost the one I was hoping for. He and I have a slight dominant/submissive thing going on and he knows I like to be told what to do. So, I figure if we are going to experiment it will work better if he knows what he is doing. I have had a few unsuccessful attempts at being tied up, handcuffed, etc. The chemistry and relationship balance wasn't right for it to work. But, I think this time, it will. Eclectic Listener said he already has handcuffs. I said for him to "cuff me to your headboard and go down on me." The thought of him doing that scares me and excites me. I have a tendency to stop him when he goes down on me because it feels so good, it's too much. If I was handcuffed, I wouldn't have that option.

I want to give him something he hasn't had before. I don't mean a new position, or a new toy, but a feeling. I want him to feel a kind of pleasure he has never felt before. I know this is something that will come with time, and the more we get to know each others bodies. I love going down on him, and I will continue to do this. But I want to give him the strongest, most explosive orgasm he has ever felt. The last time I asked, he said I rank in the top 2 or 3 for blow jobs. This made me slightly sad as I take great pride in my BJ skills. I intend to rank number 1. As soon as possible.

I am so ready to feel him. Soon?

*Writers Note--Apparently, in his post orgasmic haze, I don't listen well. Seconds after posting I receive a text from Eclectic Listener. "Great post. But I told you that it was the best BJ I ever had." So, evidently, my sucking dick like a goddess status still stands. Whew, what a relief.

Reflections.

The first time I was with Eclectic Listener he made me cum in ways I never had before. Literally.

But, let's start at the beginning. We met through a mutual acquaintance and it was one of those rare first meetings where your instincts tell you that there is a connection. I have only had this happen a few times in my life, and these people turned out to be some of the best friends I have ever had. Eclectic Listener turned out to be one of the best fucks I have ever had. I could immediately tell he was intelligent, which is a huge turn on for me. And, I instantly felt at ease with him. Within five minutes I told him two things about me that two of the people closest to me don't even know.

That first conversation led to a second conversation, and a third. By the end of the third I knew I would have sex with him, even though neither of us had discussed it. Since then we have talked about it, and he said he knew too.

Within a couple of days of that last conversation he invited me over. We both knew the reason I was going to visit him. I had to feel him inside me. It was like my nerve endings were pulsing with the need to see how well our connection would translate in the bedroom.

When I first arrived we chatted a bit, I met his dogs, and we made our way to the bedroom. Let me preface this by saying prior to this night we had never even kissed. When we got in the bedroom, I laid down on the bed. I tried to make it unassuming. Like I just needed a place to rest a minute. I didn't want to come off as a complete whore who just laid on every bed she passed. He laid next to me, and it was difficult for me to make eye contact. I NEVER have an issue with that. But I wanted him to kiss me so badly I was afraid it was written all over my face.

We were laughing and joking about his love of scented candles. I asked if you could mix the scents or if you needed one to make a 'theme' for your house. He said you could mix them and they even had a chart that would explain which scents go best together. Then I looked at him. "Are you sure you're not gay?" I knew good and well he wasn't, but I begged the question and smiled. He said, "Positive." "Let's test it." I said, and leaned into him and we kissed.

Immediately it was apparent that our connection translated into the bedroom. The kissing was hot and hungry. With each sweep of our tongues the intensity grew. Within minutes he was groping my breasts, pulling down my top and grabbing at my flesh. I felt his teeth on my neck and his hand between my legs.

I was wet.

Even though he was there pleasuring me, my body ached for more. I wanted to feel his tongue between my legs and eventually his cock. He removed my clothes and fingered me while we kissed. He said, "I have to taste you," and maneuvered himself in between my thighs. I was moaning, writhing, and bucking my hips while his mouth worked against my pussy. HOT. He had me cumming in a matter of minutes.

I got him naked and admired his dick. I licked it up and down, moaning, before taking it all in. Well, taking in as much of it as I could. I had been craving giving him a blow job all week. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and took control of the rhythm of my head. I love that. I wanted him to cum in my mouth right then, but I also didn't want to have to wait for him to cum during sex later.

He asked me to get on top of him and we fucked. He had me lean back and I could feel him so deep inside me, my breasts bouncing with each thrust. He used his hips to lift my body causing him to be as deep as possible, causing almost too intense pleasure. I looked to my right and in his dresser mirror, I could see myself fucking him. I had never had this opportunity before. I watched our bodies move in sync. It turned me on even more than I already was, and I came. Again.

He had me on all fours near the edge of the bed while he stood behind me. He thrusted hard and I heard deep grunting matching my moans. I could hear him dirty talking me. "You like that?" I wanted to answer but I was at a loss for words. The only reply I could muster was a loud moan. But for the record, I liked it. He could tell my breathing was getting fast and the moans sounded like pleas. "Cum on my cock. You like it. Cum on my cock, let me feel you cum." I moaned and came again.

He laid me down on the bed and put my legs in the air and pounded me until I was breathless. I could tell he was close to orgasm and I clenched myself around him. His moans became more pronounced. He told me he was about to cum and to let him know when I was close. He was so deep inside me, so aggressive it was impossible for me to not cum again. We came together and collapsed on the bed.

And this, was just our FIRST encounter.

Worth The Wait.

I finally saw OMFG.

Once he got back into town, the texting started immediately. Some of it was dirty. Some of it wasn't. With us, the sex is incredible, so somehow the conversation always finds its way back to that. But, we also enjoy talking about other things and just spending time together. I can remember one day, that he made me laugh so hard I was crying. He was just imitating the sad faces I was making at him because we didn't have time to have sex. He was laughing too, and not just being mean.

I left the door unlocked for him to let himself in. I saw a car pass by my office window and my heart started racing. I don't know what it is about him, but every time we are going to be alone, I immediately get nervous. I double checked myself in the mirror. My hair and face looked pretty. But, my clothes were not my favorite. When I found out he was coming over, I asked him if he cared what I was wearing. He said, "Well, how long are you going to have it on?" I replied, "Two, maybe three minutes." "Well, then it doesn't really matter, does it?" So, I had on a cute pair of shorts and a top that accentuated my breasts and the fact that I was not wearing a bra. I have perky tits so I can get away with that.

I stood up and waited for him in the doorway of my office. When he approached me I sheepishly said, "Hi." He put his arms around my waist and pulled me to him and kissed me deeply. I accepted the kiss and grabbed his head and kissed him harder. He grabbed my breast through my shirt. When he pulled away he moaned under his breath. "What was that?", I asked, smiling at him. He just smiled back and led me to the bedroom.

Within about five minutes we were both naked. I don't remember who undressed whom. He wasted no time in going down on me. I could feel his tongue find my clit and stroke it up and down. I was moaning and bucking my hips. I have always loved oral sex, but something about the way that he does it makes me crazy. His tongue moved further south and was thrusting in and out of me. My orgasm came in waves. I was moaning ridiculously loud and gripping the sheets. He moved his body back up and was hovering over me. It was so good to see his face. Without warning, he pushed himself inside me. I gasped. He has the most perfect dick I have ever seen. I frequently tell him that, and I think I am making his ego too big for his own good.

I met his thrusts and grabbed onto his shoulders. He felt amazing. He stood up and pulled me to the edge of the bed and went down on me again. This seemed to be the theme of the day. Fuck for a few minutes, lick my pussy, and then resume fucking. Not that I minded at all. I had missed that tongue so much I would have let him go down on me all day. Then, he put my legs on either side of his head and was able to fuck me deeply. I came again.

After that, he had me get on all fours on the edge of the bed and he entered me from behind. This is my all time favorite position. He gripped onto my hips and was fucking me harder than I have ever been fucked in my life. It was incredible. The orgasms just poured out of me. I have never had a stronger sexual connection with anyone. Ever. I kept him standing on the side of the bed and laid perpendicular to him. I started licking his cock. He grabbed my head and moaned. "Oh, God." I heard him say. I started sucking it, my mouth was wet and he easily slid in and out of my mouth. I continued until I thought he was close and I had him lay down. I got on top of him and watched his reactions as I rode him. Love the reaction. His face said it all.

It is a little blurry after that. I know that all told, I came thirteen times!!!! Thirteen! What. The. Fuck. I didn't know thirteen times was possible. But, apparently, my pussy knows no bounds.

I'm ready to see him again.

Suck It Like You Mean It.

When I left off on the last Blow Job post, we had discussed getting it started. The warm up, if you will.

So, what's next?

The Seduction of His Dick.

If the man you are with knows that you really don't want to be sucking his cock then he isn't going to enjoy it. You may hear, "You don't have to do that." or "I don't even really like it." "Let's just have sex."

LIES.

He wants it. But, he also wants you to want it. So, look at him. When you have already warmed him up, look him in the eyes and envelop the head. You don't have to rush into taking it all in. For one thing, the anticipation can be pretty awesome, and two you have time to get your mouth nice and wet before sucking the shaft. Look into his eyes and continue sucking it. He will be so turned on at the sight of you being a dirty girl. His sweet innocent girlfriend is blowing him and it freaking rocks. Moan while you look into his eyes and suck his dick. He will be at your mercy. And, you will be able to watch his reactions which will be a HUGE turn on for you.

Moaning during a blow job is a must. I mean, how can you not moan? I love the look on his face and when I am going down on OMFG, I love the smoothness of his cock. It's so hard and big the mere sight of it makes me moan and whine. Literally. He will also be able to feel the vibration of your moan furthering his pleasure. Not to mention that he will think it's pretty awesome that you are MOANING while taking in his most prized possession.

Take it all in. When you know he is ready, and believe me, you'll know. He'll be grabbing your head and trying to force it down, or pulling your hair. Put the whole thing in your mouth. Or as much as you can handle to take in at once. He will breathe a sigh of relief. It feels so good and he is getting exactly what he wanted. Now, your mouth has to be sufficiently wet. Hydration is important. You'll get into a good rhythm pumping your head up and down and moaning. Take cues from him on what he is enjoying. He will moan, sigh, breathe heavily, grab your head. Sometimes with OMFG, I will get into a rhythm and stop momentarily to stretch my jaw and he will have his hand on my head and say, "NOOOO!" Cause it feels so fucking good he doesn't want me to stop. I LOVE THAT. I want to always make him feel that way.

If you can't take all of him in, put your hand around the shaft and cover the part you can't get to. Match the pace of your thrusts with your hand motion. It will be almost as good. It also could be a positioning problem. I find with OMFG that it is difficult for me to take all of him in when he is lying down and I am on all fours. I take enough of him in that he doesn't complain, but it's not the whole thing. I love the all fours position though because I can turn in a way that he can play with my pussy while I go down on him. Then, I moan uncontrollably b/c that man has amazing hands and he gets an amazing blow j. It's win win. The position that works best for me in order to take all of him in, is me on my knees with him standing. I can grab his legs and we can meet each other with each thrust. It puts my head and throat in such a position that there is more depth for him to slam into. He can fuck my face and I love it. He loves it too.

I know this because I have a saved text message from him where he said, and I quote, "You suck dick like a goddess."

I love that man. And I miss him.

We are almost ready for the Blow Job tutorial conclusion; To Swallow, or Not to Swallow? That is the Question.

Dear Reader.

I am missing OMFG like crazy. It's getting a little insane. I can't see him since he is out of town, but the urge to talk to him is overwhelming. I can't silence the voices.

The number one thing on my list of what I look for in a man, is a sense of humor. My sense of humor is dry and sarcastic and this gets me into trouble. MOST of my friends have known me a long time, and are used to my series of one-liners and jabs. I have some new friends though, and they don't always get it.

Case in point, sent a text to a friend commenting on something she had said. My text said something like, "You know I wouldn't do that, I'm not a heartless bitch." She took it to mean that I think, she thinks, (I know 7th grade gossip here) I'm a heartless bitch. But I meant what I said. It was statement of fact. I AM NOT A HEARTLESS BITCH. Sigh.

But, OMFG gets my sense of humor and even laughs at my jokes! Hurray! I am not crazy, just not obviously funny. It's more under the surface.
I'll say something mean and sarcastic to you, joking of course, and you'll say, "What?" and I'll reply, "I said your hair looks nice."

I want to lay in bed with him and laugh and joke and smile.

Ok, back to the point of this post.

Dear Reader,
Who are you? I have been checking my Google Analytics and the U.S. still reigns for most readers of my blog. But Spain took over Canada for second! I have several visitors from Spain, but a recurring one from Madrid. Who are you? And please, comment!
And, my most loyal reader is from Getzville, NY. I had never heard of Getzville, but hey, that's cool. I do love New York. I can't wait to go back. It's been awhile. And, also, thanks for coming by so often.

I know that was really cheesy, but Google Analytics is seriously amazing. I love pulling it up every night and seeing who has checked out the blog.

I also have a question for you that will help in an upcoming blog post.

What do you enjoy most about sex?

I think we all have different passions, things that excite us, entice us, and reel us in. What feels good to you? I want to post something similar to the Blow Job post. Help a girl out.
For me, its all about getting their shirt off and admiring their hip bones before I remove the pants. I just want to kiss and suck that whole area. OMFG is ticklish there. He always tries to get me to pull away. It's cute, I love it.

How do I make OMFG get out of my head?

Blow Jobs.

I heart them. There is no getting around that. Women look at me with perplexed faces when I say this. I just smile and repeat. I LOVE giving blow jobs. I think women look at me that way because they have yet to harness the sweet, amazing power that you get when you give a great blow j.

Here's my theory. Men become putty in your hands when you give a fanfuckingtastic blow job. Their eyes roll back in their head, they shake, maybe even whimper. I smile just thinking about it. YOU, the giver, are in complete control. I think it's the control that makes it so awesome for me. I am, after all, kinda a control freak so blow jobs allow me to put together two of my favorite things: Power. And Sex.

The key to giving great head is to look like you are enjoying it.

Before you start with your "OMG! It's so GROSS! How could I enjoy it?"
Hear me out.
It's fun.
I promise.
Fake it til you make it as my Mom used to say. Pretend to like it, and one day you'll be on your knees with a cock in your mouth thinking "Nik was right! The bruised knees are so worth it!"
You're welcome.

First of all, don't dive right in. When you're with a guy and he doesn't warm up your situation before fingering you or going down on you, it doesn't feel half as good as when he has you bucking your hips trying to make his hands head that way. Same goes for your guy. You want him to be practically begging for it.

Kiss your way down, rub his chest, caress his legs, do things you genuinely enjoy doing to him. I personally love hip bones. I think they are amazingly sexy. So, I work my way to them and lick and suck them. Fortunately for me, alot of guys are a bit ticklish there. So, it feels good, but they squirm a little. Then, I moan a little when I finally see his dick. And for me, this is usually real excitement because I love a good dick. And every man loooooves the thought of someone moaning at the sight of their favorite appendage.

Once they are begging sufficiently, I lick it like a popsicle. Start at the bottom and work my way up. I don't take it in my mouth just yet because again it's all about anticipation. I suck on their balls a little too IF they keep up on their manscaping. I can't handle doing that if their situation is not maintained. It's just not pleasant.

Next, I twirl my tongue around it in a figure 8 motion, slowly. Moaning again for emphasis. Then I go back to licking it up and down a few more times before I am ready to take it all in.

That is the start to a fanfuckingtastic blow job.

It's been approximately 4, maybe 5 days since I gave a blow job. This was probably one of my favorites ever. OMFG and I were together and didn't have time for sex. I had been teasing him through text all day and he was aching for it. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore and when we kissed I just grabbed his pants and unbuttoned them.
He sighed.
We kissed harder.
His pants fell to the floor.
I didn't say anything and just got on my knees. I pulled down his underwear.
He was already hard. I moaned. So did he. We both knew we had been anticipating this all day. I kissed his hip bone and rubbed his thighs. I love it when they are standing because their legs feel so strong and masculine. I worked my way to his cock and licked the shaft. Before I knew it I was moaning and getting very wet between my legs.
I didn't hesitate for long before taking all of him in. The thing about this position is it allows him to penetrate your mouth more deeply. I don't recommend it for the inexperienced. Could cause problems with the gag reflex.
My mouth was super wet so he easily slid in and out. My head bobbed back and forth and I could hear OMFG saying, "Mmmm, Oh God."

Love that.

After about 10 minutes of that my jaw was hurting a bit because of the size of him, but I continued because we were both enjoying it. He started really getting into it and was thrusting his hips and meeting the thrusts of my head.

I stopped and told him he had to be careful because we match up so well he could thrust directly into my mouth and because his dick is so freaking big (and perfect) he *might* activate my nearly non-existent gag reflex.

He started moaning even more and repeating, "Oh God, Oh Nik, Oh My God."
He was pulling my hair and grabbing my head.
I love that.
I moved faster and got into a good rhythm. He pulled my hair harder and let out one final "Oh God!" before cumming in my mouth.

I kept him in my mouth and kept moving back and forth until he had finished cumming, which he came HARD so it was about 20 seconds or so and waited until I thought he was ready, and I pulled away and swallowed.

He was breathless. His body was shaking.

And THAT is why I love Blow Jobs.

Round Two

OMFG came over for some more fun when I had time off from work. I was excited to see him seeing as the first time was amazing and it was THE FIRST TIME. It only gets better right?

Well, we both hoped that it would only get better. And we were correct.

We cuddled at first. He smells so good. The perfect mix of him and some kind of manly cologne. Whatever it is, I'm sold. I laid there with my head on his chest and breathed him in. I started to run my hand up the inside of his shirt. He kissed me. Slowly moving his mouth to mine. His tongue found the inside of my mouth and swirled around. I let out a little moan and moved my hand further up his shirt. He lifted it off and I was able to kiss to his neck. He let out the same groan that got me going last time. I kissed my way down to his pants. I stopped to kiss along his hipbones.

There is something I love about the hipbones of a man. I can't put my finger on it, but they are so effing sexy its ridiculous. His are ticklish. I found my way there and kissed and licked and lightly sucked. He was squirming. Now he knows how he makes me feel!!

The pants came off and there it was. A perfectly erect dick. LOVE IT. His dick feels so smooth...I can't quite explain it. I know I have said before that someone had a perfect dick, but I was wrong. This is it. The length is perfect. I almost can't fit it in my mouth, but somehow I do. And its wide enough that it's almost difficult to moan with him in my mouth, but somehow I do.

Did I mention I love blow jobs?

I started out licking it like a Popsicle. He was already groaning. I knew it was going to be good. I licked it up and down a few minutes and on one of the passes up, I went down and put the whole thing in my mouth. All I heard from him was, "Ooooooh." In the deepest possible tone. I looked at him, "Do you want me to stop? You don't like it." He looked at me incredulously and said, "I hate it." I smiled and looked him in the eye and put that glorious cock back into my mouth.

He does all of the things that I think make BJ's so fantastic. First, he moans. You like it when we do it so PLEASE return the favor. Second, he moves my hair out of my face so he can watch me do it. That's hot. Third, when he gets really into it, he grabs my hair and follows the rhythm of my head. And bucks his hips. LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE IT. Makes the blow job sooooo much more fun.

I stopped, I didn't want him to cum in my mouth, well ok I did. But I was afraid that would mean we would have to wait to fuck. Of course I wanted him to cum in my mouth what am I saying? So, I started kissing his chest again and he told me to get on my back. He wasted no time in putting his head between my legs and once again made me putty. I remember nothing but a sweet, sweet orgasm. Again he transitioned immediately into sex. His hips met mine in a way I have never felt and am not sure I will feel again. We were sweating and thrusting until he came.

What I loved most about this sex session was what happened next. After cuddling a bit he came at me with a ferocity I have never seen. He kissed me hard. Grabbed my breast, sucked my nipple and fucked me.

I felt something else then too, but I'm not ready to discuss it.

Anticipation.

So, I just got off the phone with Alabama Boy. Damn, he is hot. I just wish he lived closer. I haven't had the privilege of seeing his dick in person, BUT, seeing as he is a fan of texting I have seen pictures. And let me tell you...its perfect.

There is, of course, such a thing as a perfect dick. I don't want it to be too big. But, it should have some length to it. And be thick. Oh, God, it has to be thick. He actually sent me a video of him masturbating. It was hot. Very hot. I get hot thinking about it. He was good with his hands you know? So, now, when I need a good fantasy this is a good fall back. I remember his hands and think about how amazing its going to be when I get to fuck him. And I will. Even if I have to drive to Alabama.

Alabama Boy and I met randomly. He accidentally sent me a text message. (How, I beg of you, does that happen??) But we hit it off and have been talking since. We keep planning for him to visit here but so far nothing absolutely concrete. The day he does come though, I am going to suck that beautiful cock for all its worth. There is nothing like giving a great blow job. I get excited thinking about it. My mouth gets all wet. I just think about Alabama Boy talking dirty to me in his accent...Mmm... Seriously.

I feel the need to add here that I actually like Alabama Boy. Yes, he is hot, but there is more than that. He is funny, really funny, and doesn't seem to mind that I have an incredibly dry sense of humor and am hopelessly sarcastic. In fact, he gets it.

But, for now I have to find other ways to get off. So, Future Archaeologist and I are planning on getting together soon. I say to my friends that its a date. It's not. It's all about the sex. We met in a bar, had instant amazing chemistry and we were practically fooling around right there AT THE BAR. I don't normally do that. But, it was his birthday. He talked dirty right from the start. That's what I'm talking about!! I'll never forget one of the first things he said to me. He said, half-jokingly, "I want to fuck you." I know, I know. It sounds terrible. But if you were there and saw the situation, part of me said it was funny. And the other part said "Really? How big is it?"
So, after the making out and being handsy at the bar we exchanged numbers. And, let me tell you, he has amazing hands. I keep thinking about how forceful they were. Not in an unwelcome way but in a "I want you and I am going to be in control of how I have you," way. It was hot. We have been talking a few weeks now and we hammered out the details of our next encounter a few days ago.
He texted me and, after some small talk, said that he was really missing blow jobs. I had mentioned to him in an earlier conversation how much I loved giving them. I told him that I would be happy to give him one but only if I got something in return. So, his reply was "Should we negotiate the terms?" This led to some pretty fun text messaging. I had never negotiated a sex session before.

Details of the text messaging and negotiations to follow.