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.

Curves.

I have curves.

It has taken me years to come to love my body. I don't love everything about it. There are parts I loathe. But, it's mine. I'm not a skinny girl, I never will be. My body is made to have meat on it.

I have curves.

I love the curve of my calves, lean and muscular. They look great in heels. I love the smoothness of my legs and how when OMFG runs his hands up and down them, I quiver. My legs are tan. And strong, from ten years of work on my feet. Desk jobs never did suit me. The one concussion I have had in my life I got working a desk job. I'm a busy body. It keeps my body strong.

I love having an hourglass figure. When I wear a tank top and skirt, like I did today, I feel beautiful. I love the roundness of my breasts and their silhouette when I catch a glimpse of them from the side.

I have curves.

My body is fleshy and mine. I didn't write this post to be narcissistic. People who know me well read this blog and know that I am insecure but confident. It's an oxymoron but it suits me. I know what I look like and I embrace it. I am comfortable in my own skin. I love my curves.

Here's to my first HNT.

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.

Masturbation.

Is it still taboo?

For women at least, I believe it is. It's the thing we discuss openly only after too many glasses of wine, and the inhibitions have slowly disappeared in a Cabernet haze.

And then, many times, the conversation is limited to "Do you do it?" "Do you use a vibrator?" Or, "I USED to do it. When I was single." That last line I don't believe a bit. I haven't been single in two years, but I still double-click my mouse.

It is a stress reliever for me to be able to bring myself to orgasm. I enjoy doing it. Sometimes it's quick. I just need to relieve tension and I can get myself off in about a minute. But, other times, I drag it out. I bring myself near climax and stop. Bring myself to near climax again, and stop. Do this until I can't take it anymore, and finally, I allow myself to cum, and my fingers are drenched in my own wetness.

That's my fave.

I love it when I have the time to develop a fantasy in my mind. Lately, it has been OMFG and I 69ing. Since, this is still something I have never tried, it makes for perfect fantasy. I keep thinking back to him saying to me, "Think of how I could get in there." He is so forward sometimes with what he wants to do with me, and it turns me on like crazy. So, I'll start with thinking of him saying that. Then, I imagine feeling his tongue probing in and out of me while I suck on that perfect dick of his. Just thinking about it now is getting me wet. I can imagine my hands touching his strong legs, feeling our bodies against eachother, both of us in utter ecstasy. Imagining these things makes me rub my legs and the outside of my pussy lips. When I am ready, I slip my finger inside and find my clit to be hard. It feels electrifying when I touch it and I work myself to orgasm by slowly massaging it with my middle finger. I take my time, and when I am ready, I cum. HARD. And, usually, fall asleep after.

I believe masturbation and a relationship shouldn't cancel each other out. The fact that I understand how my body works, and what I like in bed, makes me a better lover. Most of my girlfriends that admit to me that they don't touch themselves have fairly boring sex lives and aren't great lovers. I know this because, unfortunately, alot of their partners complain to me. It's funny, my friends all know I am very open when it comes to sex, so I hear every one's dirty laundry. I don't mind helping though, even if that makes me the whore of the group.

And honestly, what guy doesn't get turned on by seeing a girl touch herself? Men, I want to know, if your girlfriend saw you undressing and was so turned on she HAD to slip her hand inside her panties and touch herself, wouldn't you be turned on?

My guess, is YES.

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.

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.