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.

Singledom.

So, I went on a casual first date last night. He was cute, conversation flowed easily enough, and I was seeing a second date on the horizon.

Then his (ex?) girlfriend showed up.

"How could you do this to me?!?" "Lets go outside and discuss this. I broke up with you."
"No! You said you love me. That you'd love me forever! What about my kids???"
Kids! She has kids! I felt like I had suddenly walked into an episode of Maury.
I was so entranced that for a minute I continued to sip my Diet Coke with Lime and watch with faint amusement. It was a spectacle, for sure.

When she started hyperventilating, I exited the restaurant.

Fuck me, this is why I will be single forever.

Many Happy Returns.

Happy Birthday to one of my favorite people, Eclectic Listener.

It isn't very often that you meet someone that you just sync with. Someone who understands who you are, with faults, and accepts you. Eclectic Listener gets me in a way no one has before. He is the first person to tell me that I don't see the world like everyone else. I tell him things I don't tell anyone else. Strange habits I have like taking a nice hot shower, enjoying every second of it, only to turn the cold to full blast right before I get out. I told him I think its good for my pores. He laaaaauuuughed, so hard. And said, "Why would you ruin a perfectly good shower?!"

I went to his house on Monday. We hadn't seen each other in awhile. Life has caused some changes in our relationship, but we are still in a good place. We were listening to music on his bed. First, Massive Attack. Talked through the whole album. Then, Goldfrapp. Talked and laughed through another album. Last, the Stay soundtrack. I think it was during that one that he touched me.

His hand found my breast. The touch was reserved because of our absence, but not unfamiliar. I smiled, enjoying the tender touch. His hand travelled up my shirt, and I touched the side of his face and kissed him. Hard. And deep.

Sometimes, I'm afraid no one will ever kiss me again the way he does. It is the exact amount of passion, control, and wetness that I want in a kiss. Once we get into a kissing rhythm, even of our hands are tending to other needs, the kiss will take over. Our hands find the backs of our heads and we are lost. Kissing so deep until I have to pull away and say, "Mmm."

I removed his pants to suck his dick. His body responded to our kiss exactly how I wanted. His perfect thick cock was hard and ready. He loves my blow jobs and I knew this was what he was waiting for. I licked up and down the sides until it was thorough wet. My mouth had been watering in anticipation of this. I sucked the head of his cock and he gasped and groaned. His hand found the back of my head and guided it, up and down the shaft of his dick. Precum was filling my mouth and I greedily lapped it up.

I stopped sucking and kissed him again hard, ran my hands down his chest and started sucking again, feverishly. You could hear the wetness of my mouth and occasional near gag from the size of him. He was thrusting into my face and I loved it.

Eventually I straddled him, relishing being on top and in control. He sucked on my pierced nipples, intensifying my pleasure. I leaned back and rocked back and forth until it became too much and I had to lean down into him, still grinding against him. "Cum baby. Cum on my cock." That was all it took. I moaned and moaned. My muscles tightened against him and he cried out in pleasure. And I came. In a way only he can make me.

Happy Birthday indeed.

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.

Making Up for Missed Connections.

Eclectic Listener made up for lost time when I saw him last week. I was definitely starting to question if he was feeling the same chemistry I feel. I am usually pretty perceptive when it comes so these things but I was confused as to why he kept canceling on me. Granted, he had legitimate excuses, but I am an over-analyzer.

He invited me over on a day when storms were expected in our area. He has a terrific view, so I was looking forward to enjoying it with him. We are both storm enthusiasts, even if I am not one to go out and chase tornadoes like he has in the past. Tornadoes tend to find me, I don't have to go look for them.

We spent some time talking and relaxing. It always amazes me how good the banter is between us. I find myself opening up to him about things that I don't tell anyone else. The great thing about it is, he just accepts it. I keep waiting for him to say something about me being crazy, but so far it hasn't happened. He did tell me that night that I was "a truly unique person." He also said he had never met anyone else like me. We talked about how we haven't gotten to know anyone as well as we are getting to know each other in a long time. We spend a lot of time just talking and it is interesting to learn the quirks of another person and get to know them so intimately.

I really like him. I'm not sure how deep the feelings are yet, but I know they are there. And, for now, I am just going to enjoy the ride and see where it takes me.

We were laying on his bed and he pulled me to him and kissed me. I love how his body is dominate over mine in every way possible. I surrender myself to him. I like feeling powerless against my attraction to him. When he touches me, my whole body sighs.

I savored the feeling of his tongue pushing its way into my mouth, parting my lips, and causing me to moan. I could hear him moaning as well. I was running my hands through his hair and pulling him even closer to me until I could feel his heart beat against mine. He pulled away. "Whenever you start to doubt my attraction to you, I want you to consider this." He took my hand and pushed it down to his dick. It was ridiculously hard. "Would it get this hard from just kissing if I wasn't into you?"

He was right. That put my mind at ease. His hand found its way between my legs. I was so wet. His finger expertly teased my clit until I thought I was going to lose my mind. I shuddered at his touch. I could feel my hips bucking and lifting off of the bed, and when I came I collapsed. He continued touching me until I came again.

I started to give him a blow job but I had to feel him inside me. It had been too long and I couldn't take it any longer. "I want you to ride me," he said. That was all the encouragement I needed. I straddled him and leaned down to kiss him. My pussy was so tight from going too long without sex. The size of him was almost too much to take. He thrusted his hips pushing himself into me even deeper. I leaned back, enjoying the feeling of utter ecstasy.

He told me to get on all fours on the edge of the bed. He grabbed my hips and fucked me harder than I had ever been fucked in my life. I felt my orgasms come in waves. I could hear his breathing become more pronounced. He started fucking me even harder, and was moaning louder. I tightened around him. "Oh FUCK," he said. "I'm going to cum." I encouraged him, "Cum baby. I want you to cum." I wanted him to have the same mind blowing feeling I had been enjoying for some time. He came and we laid in bed, gasping for air.

I miss him.

Starved.

It has been too long since I have had sex. I am craving it. Aching for it. The sex with Eclectic Listener is so explosive and amazing that I cannot go long without it. It's been over a week. Eight days actually. But, who's counting?

It isn't that we haven't seen each other.

It isn't that I haven't had his dick. I have. In my mouth.

It isn't that I haven't felt his touch. I have. On my skin.

But, that most primal urge has yet to be released. I need to feel him inside me. Filling me in a way that only he can. My moans. His groans. Sweating. Breathing. Writhing. Cumming.

I need it.

I need to feel his hands on my hips as he thrusts into me hard.

I need it now.

And, I know you are reading this.

I want you. I want you to take me the way you want me. Make me feel what you want me to feel.

Hopefully I will not have to wait. At least, not another eight days.

O.

Cumming is delicious.

I love the way an orgasm builds. It's like a wave. You feel it coming. It rolls, swells and rises. You moan. Your breath comes in short bursts. The wave grows to a crest and eventually crashes leaving little waves in its wake. Some ocean waves travel thousands of miles before reaching land. Some amazing orgasms take that long as well.

I laid on his bed and waited for him to touch me. He laid beside me. I talked and talked, my mouth moving incessantly to fill the silences, and to keep me from concentrating on the fact that I wanted him so much, it was beyond comprehension.

Eventually, I kissed him. The first kiss was soft. His tongue slid into my mouth and I heard him groan. I bit his lip. Every kiss that followed had such an intensity and urgency. It was as if the anticipation of the kiss had made us hungry for more. I felt his hand move down my body, pull my shirt down and kiss my breasts. My nipples responded immediately to his touch. His hands kept moving southward. He removed my shorts and left my pink and black lacy panties on.

His hand was between my legs and I could feel how wet I was. His hand felt so good, expertly teasing me. I remember moving in rhythm with him. My hips were grinding against his hand, and my back arched.

But, not yet. Let it build. Feel the pleasure rise.

He touched my clit. It was so sensitive from the wetness. I couldn't handle it for long. He moved back south. I moaned louder and grabbed his arm. My fingers were digging into his flesh, I had to brace myself because my body was trying to shutter.

My legs started to shake. My moans grew louder. I rode his hand until I came and the wave crashed. My whole body shook and I collapsed, breathless. I couldn't move. Couldn't speak. "Are you ok?" He asked. My only reply was a muttered, "Uh Huh." He laughed. I wanted to laugh with him, but didn't have the energy.
My body was spent, and yet ready to feel him inside me.


*I promise. The blog will be back to regular posts in about a week.

Aroused.

Things are complicated for me right now.

But instead of focusing on that, let's focus on Eclectic Listener.

The second time we were together was different than the first. Things were easier. We talked more easily and I felt more at ease. Something about him made me feel out of control while still feeling sexually powerful. It's a strange set of emotions, but I was enjoyed the feeling of a loss of control.

In my daily life, I try to always be in control. I know where I am going, who I am going with, what the plan is, and I work very hard as a supervisor, so I spend most of my time telling other people what to do.

In the bedroom, I don't want to be in control.

He is a strong man who easily overpowers me, but not in a frightening way. He's tall with eyes that make you want to look into them and you know there is a story there, you just have to wait around long enough for him to tell it.

We sat on the edge of his bed and talked about music and a million other subjects that I have since forgotten. Finally, he turned toward me. I felt myself take a breath in knowing he was about to touch me. First, he complimented my heels. He told me he loved heels because they help make up for our height difference and they are fucking sexy. I couldn't agree more. He ran his hand up my leg and I felt the stirring of arousal surround me.

I wanted him.

I leaned into him and we kissed. The kissing was as fantastic as I had remembered it. He used this opportunity to push me back, onto the bed, and continue kissing his way down my body. Each kiss drew waves of anticipation. I felt like my body was electric.

I removed my heels and undressed for him. He put his hand between my legs and I felt as though I could cum immediately. I resisted the urge and moaned, arching my back. He positioned his body so he could continue to touch me while he kissed and licked and sucked between my legs. I don't know how many times I came because almost as soon as I finished cumming, I was ready to cum again.

It honestly gets a little blurry here.

I remember going down on him. How good it felt to have his hands pushing my head down on his cock. I remember moaning with him in my mouth.

And I remember him fucking me.

From behind. It was fantastic. Our bodies so incredibly in sync as he pounded into me and I met each thrust. The pleasure almost unbearable. He continued, grabbing my hips, I felt myself tighten around him, making him cum.

We laid there a minute, basking in our pleasure.

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.

Fetish Ball.

Saturday night I had the honor of being a guest at a Fetish Ball and Erotic Art Show. It's an annual event, and this was my second time to go. The theme was Cirque Fantastique. Every year they choose a theme and your costume and the art can reflect that. The first year I went the theme was Erotica in Wonderland. They had naughty Alice's and dirty Mad Hatters everywhere. I fell in love with the event then.

I thought the Cirque theme went along with Erotic Art beautifully. It was a sea of naked bodies, color, glitter and sex. The art was fantastic. I loved the honesty of it. There was a picture entitled Anticipation and it showed the silhouette of three people sunbathing. There was a woman in the center, and men on either side and she was stretching her arms out to touch them. Anticipation for the threesome they would be enjoying later.


The piece to the left was my fave. I love the idea of a holster for my vibrator. And where the bullets should be? Double AA Batteries. LOVE IT.
There is even a little mini-clit vibe next to the larger one. I could have tons of fun with this.
OMFG isn't really into toys. He's kinda missing out.


The show piqued my interest in body painting. I think the next time I go I may indulge. I love the idea of being at the show and my breasts being fully exposed yet still leaving you wanting more.


I think this goes back to my shameless love of my breasts. I love them. They are natural and full, but not overly large. And perky. Very perky. Right now I am wearing a T-Shirt with no bra and my erect nipples are pointing straight out. Hmmm....
Kinda makes me want to masturbate.

I can't wait for next years show. The Carnality Ball is coming up. It's like the Fetish Ball only more overtly sexual. I haven't decided if I am going to go or not.

I'm thinking I should.

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.

OMFG Returns.

He's back. I haven't seen him yet. When he left things were broken. I think they are going to be repaired.

He called me today to see how things were going, and if I had been thinking of him. I was honest. I think about him constantly and not seeing him has been verging on devastating. He said it was the same for him and he couldn't get me out of his head. I kept the conversation brief, I wanted time to think about what I should do.

I know that no matter what I do, things are going to end badly. I am going to hurt Mr. Nice Guy or going to hurt OMFG. I didn't think it was possible to have feelings for two people, but now I know that it is. And it sucks. It's kind of bizarre to be in this situation. I have some tough choices to make.

OMFG and I did a little dirty texting today. He was telling me he wanted to try 69ing. Which, I have never done. Shocking, I know. It makes me nervous. I think because I have to give up control, which I have never been good at. He was assuring it me it would be fun and said, "Think of how I could get in there."

Just him saying that made me wet.

I said, "You're being a little dirty."

"A little dirty? It's not like I as saying something like 'I'm going to pull you to the edge of the bed, kneel in front of you, suck on your clit and probe my tongue in and out of your pussy until you cum.' That's a little dirty."

Oh holy hell. After that comment, I was really wet. And even thinking about it now affects me. That man has an amazing tongue.

Hopefully we get to meet up soon. I am sooooo ready to see him.

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.

Unexpected.

Life is a strange fickle thing. I thought that I was done with this blog and I realized I missed it. I know that I didn't really use it long, but I'm not done exploring my sexuality as you will see.

I fell in love. Madly. Love is such a strange thing. it comes at you and you don't know its going to happen and all of the sudden there you are. Right in the middle of it. I love the way he makes me feel. The way he looks at me, like the the only girl in the world. Like I'm all that matters. But as in all relationships, the new wears off. At first, infatuation takes over. After a while it fades and you move into the deeper stuff. Knowing someone on a level that really only the two of you understand.

We were there. Still are. But things are changing, our relationship is evolving and we hit a crossroads. Do you make it work together and maybe alter your relationship permanently to make that possible? Or do you go your seperate ways? We voted to alter the relationship. So, now I am in an open relationship.

For the most part, I think this is a great idea and something that would work for alot more couples if they tried it. The thing is cheating ends relationships. We all know this. I am not a cheater. Never have been. But after being with one person for so long its impossible to not miss the touch of a new hand. And to see someone's excitement when YOU touch them the first time. I think its human nature. So, we are experimenting with allowing each other to have sex with other people as long as there is no emotional involvement.

I have only tried it once so far and it felt really good. I came home and it was like it never happened. We didn't discuss it. But it did happen. And we'll never be the same.

That's hard to say. It won't be the same. I'm not saying that's necessarily a bad thing, but you can't go back. You can't pretend you didn't have sex with another person. You did. It happened.

I told him about the blog and joked that his nickname would be OMFG. Because it's that good. But I wasn't completely serious. He kinda got sold on the idea...so for now OMFG it is. I may change it later though. He met me at the house. He looked cute in his unassuming way. I like that about him. At first glance, he is decent looking but if you look harder he has kind eyes and a great smile. We sat down and talked for a minute and he ran his hands up and down my arm while looking into my eyes. He was already affecting me. We kissed. Slowly. Then deeper as I grabbed the back of his head and ran my hands through his hair. His hand went for my breasts and I gasped. It felt so good. It was new to him. After a few minutes I said, "You know something great about this shirt?" "What's that?" he asked. "It's removable." And I lifted it over my head revealing my bra to him. We kept kissing and I went for his neck and he moaned. I'm not used to being with a guy who moans. It was nice to know he liked it. While I was kissing and sucking his neck he unhooked my bra.

Immediately his mouth moved between my breasts kissing and sucking my nipples. I was putty. Melting. Moaning. I couldn't control myself. I know it sounds crazy but its a little blurry after that. I know I was naked. FAST. And he went down on me. I remember him quickly hooking his arms around my legs, positioning his face against my pussy and licking it. It was amazing. By far the best oral I have ever had. He started out slow. Licking my clit. My hips bucked against him. He went faster, flicking his tongue in all the right places. I was moaning so loud it was embarrassing. And I came.

He immediately slid into position and pushed his perfect cock inside me. I groaned. It felt so good. There was so much tension and passion built up that we were immediately fucking. Like sweating, thrusting hard, moaning, fucking. It was amazing. He had me bend over and he entered me from behind. I thought I was going to die.I was panting. They rhythm was perfect. You can't fake rhythm. Then he laid me back down and put his hands on my shoulders and thrust into me. Hard. Over and Over. I was moaning. He was moaning. And we came together which never happens.

I'm addicted.