tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252077092024-03-23T11:05:18.849-07:00authentic experiencegreenlacewinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12562121085336765777noreply@blogger.comBlogger133125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25207709.post-60647808986682010562010-04-29T18:11:00.000-07:002010-04-29T18:15:48.982-07:00authentic experience"Kiss me until I forget who I am," I said.<br /><br />He kissed me and stopped.<br /><br />"I didn't forget who I--" He kissed me more and then stopped.<br /><br />"Do you ever forget who you are?" he asked.<br /><br />"Every time I come," I said. <br /><br />"I don't," he said.<br /><br />"You don't?" I asked.<br /><br />"What does it mean to forget who you are?" he asked.greenlacewinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12562121085336765777noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25207709.post-22030899712946160722009-08-17T20:40:00.000-07:002009-08-17T20:44:34.746-07:00new sex zine<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oI6afeR7m9Y/Soojkw1BgqI/AAAAAAAAAAg/jmPgDel0ols/s1600-h/book+015.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oI6afeR7m9Y/Soojkw1BgqI/AAAAAAAAAAg/jmPgDel0ols/s400/book+015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371144620082299554" border="0" /></a><br />This zine is about being bisexual. It's available on paper and thread only. Email me if you're interested in trading for a copy. You can reach me at greenlacewingwoman at yahoo dot com.greenlacewinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12562121085336765777noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25207709.post-79185950882461672712008-07-06T14:18:00.000-07:002008-07-06T15:07:30.246-07:00fourth of JulyWe got a new couch. A week ago, I wanted to masturbate there together, so we did. I loved the way the couch felt under the weight of my body. I felt supported in a different way from the support of a bed, and there was a new pleasure in my body as I came. My husband had been out hiking, and I had looked at porn while he was gone, masturbating and not letting myself come, though I badly wanted to, for a long time. So when we was home, and we masturbated together, I was surprised by the intensity of my orgasm. I had moved his hand to my cunt so he could do it, and I came immediately as he touched me.<br /><br />But on the fourth of July, it was early evening, and I said I wanted to be close on the couch. We took the pink bed sheet from the closet and spread it over the couch. We took off our clothes and sat there. The pink bed sheet is very smooth, and it felt good and cool on my back and ass and legs.<br /><br />First we masturbated together. My clitoris was slick and felt very real under my fingers. I watched as my husband rubbed his cock. Then I wanted him to stand before me so I could go down on him. I slowly sucked his cock. He stood very close to me as I sat. As I went down on him, I turned my head to one side than the other. I took it deep, all the way. Then I pushed him back and asked if he liked it. I leaned back so he could touch my tits. He said yes. So I went down on him again. I did it slowly and with great concentration.<br /><br />Then I wanted to fuck him. I got a condom and set it there on the arm of the couch. He sat back, and I mounted him. It felt so good to have him inside of me. I fucked him in that way for as long as I liked. Then I stood and turned around. I fucked him facing away from him, and I enjoyed how different that felt. Finally, my legs were exhausted, and I stood again and turned to him. We smiled.<br /><br />He took the condom off, and we masturbated again. <span style="font-style: italic;">Do you want me to suck your cock some more?</span> I asked. He was concerned that the condom had made his cock taste bad, but I went down on him. Then I paused.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Would you fuck me, just for a little while?</span> I asked. I lay back on the couch, my head on the arm rest. He got a condom and slipped himself inside of me. I had my legs wrapped around his ass and my arms wrapped around his back. I felt in complete contact with him. The couch held me from behind, supporting my body, caressing me, and then he was above me, thrusting himself inside of me, and an incredible warmth started to grow inside of me.<br /><br />By now the room was dark, and there were distant thuds and cackles from neighborhood fireworks. I felt wholly embraced. I gave a little moan. The ache in my cunt started to grow. I knew I would come. I urged him on with my body, pushing against him. He thrust faster and harder. Then the waves of pleasure were crashing through my body. At first was the feeling of intense anticipation, and the first hit of pleasure. Then the waves crashed, and my entire life was one complete feeling of senseless, selfless pleasure. I grasped him hard. Maybe I hurt him.<br /><br />The feelings subsided, and I was again aware of my surroundings. He continued to fuck me. I was myself again. I continued to enjoy his body inside of me. Then I pushed him off me. He told me, <span style="font-style: italic;">That was beautiful.</span> He sat beside me, leaning against me, and I stroked his head again and again. I touched from the top of his head down to his beard. I became again an inhabiter of the world, still with the sensation of floating, just remembering the way I had just come, and thinking idly about what was next.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">How do you want to come?</span> I asked him. He told me that he wanted me to touch him very, very gently, with just one finger. I actually used two--my index finger and my thumb--and touched him so gently. It was fascinating to feel his cock in this new way. I would pause to put more spit on my fingers then return to my task. <span style="font-style: italic;">Faster or slower?</span> I asked.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Faster,</span> he said. I caressed the head of his cock, where it meets the shaft, and caressed down its length. I again caressed the head of his cock, where it meets the shaft, still gently but with more intensity. His cock was such a real, living thing under my fingertips. His body strained, his breathing changed, and I knew he was going to come. Then he was coming in my hand as I gently touched him and continued to gently touch him.<br /><br />He got his teeshirt from the floor and used it the clean himself off. He had his arms around me and held me. The neighborhood fireworks noises had become intrusive. We cuddled. Then I went to bed and put earplugs in my ears and fell asleep until morning.greenlacewinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12562121085336765777noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25207709.post-50538993257083303622008-05-15T22:32:00.000-07:002008-05-15T22:36:57.913-07:00betterHe wasn't feeling well--he was upset about work. <span style="font-style: italic;">I know a way I could help you feel better,</span> I said.greenlacewinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12562121085336765777noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25207709.post-19751617301848492842008-05-14T11:21:00.000-07:002008-05-14T11:47:12.951-07:00a zineI was reading a zine called <a href="http://printfetish.com/2008/03/lazy_boy.html">Lazy Boy</a> by Mike Baker. It's brilliant sex stories, more dark than what I usually read, but very good and sometimes arousing for me.<br /><br />So last night, it was late, but I suggested to my husband, <span style="font-style: italic;">Want to masturbate together?</span> I was afraid of being rejected but was very brave. He was tired but said okay. <br /><br />So we got lubricant, and we lay there masturbating together in bed. The only light was from a lamp near our heads. Sometimes my eyes were closed and I imagined fucking. I imagined being held down by the wrists and pinned, taken roughly so that it hurt. I imagined fucking on a couch, an old couch with coarse fabric. I imagined fucking on the ground in a forest. I imagined being fucked to be impregnated, fucked without a condom, my husband putting it as hard and deep into me as he could, coming with all his might, to get that come as far inside me as possible. <br /><br />What do you like to imagine? I'm often outside. I'm sunbathing nude in a secluded area of the beach. My husband comes to me as a stranger and takes me. In the forest, it's under trees, and I feel like an animal.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Do you want to watch me come?</span> he asked. I said yes. I watched as the semen spurted out of him, and I saw the rhythm of his hand change as the feelings changed inside him. I looked at his face, and it was scrunched up in pleasure. <span style="font-style: italic;">I love you,</span> he said. <br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I love you too,</span> I said.<br /><br />He cleaned up, and I wanted him to hurry. He touched my tits as I rubbed myself home. I imagined my clitoris as a cock. I imagined it pushing forward eagerly. I felt its largeness and slickness under my fingers. I took myself to the edge and stopped. I took myself to the edge and stopped again. I stayed there, moving my fingers so slightly, teasing myself. My husband was close to me. His face was on my face, and we listened to one another breathing. I let myself finally come, and it was everything I needed. I was completely silent, keeping all my feelings inside.greenlacewinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12562121085336765777noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25207709.post-3004734842245189332008-04-29T09:06:00.000-07:002008-04-29T09:30:04.634-07:00sex memenote: No one tagged me for this meme, so I don't think I need to tag anyone else.<br /><br />Some of my answers to these questions show shocking ignorance, so have mercy on me.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">This is Isabella’s Sex Meme. Anyone is welcome to steal it but you must post this rules blurb at the beginning of the meme:</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">1. You must include this link to </span><a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://sex-talking.blogspot.com/">Sex Talk - Sex Advice for Men.</a><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">2. You must answer every question! If you don’t have a good answer, you are strongly encouraged to make up something good; we like to be entertained.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">3. You must tag three people.</span><br /><br /><br />1. Sex in the Morning or Sex at Night?<br /><br />I like afternoon and early evening best. That's when my sex drive is strongest and I have the energy.<br /><br /><br />2. Better Sex Music - Sade or Marvin Gaye?<br /><br />Neither--something classical would work, though.<br /><br /><br />3. Naughty Pics or Naughty Home Videos?<br /><br />Pictures.<br /><br /><br />4. Fabulous Sex With: Dr Doug Ross or Dr Greg House?<br /><br />Who are these people?<br /><br /><br />5. Vibrator or Dildo?<br /><br />Vibrator.<br /><br /><br />6. Bedroom Sex: Lights Off or Lights On?<br /><br />Lights on. But see answer #1. In the afternoon, lights aren't an issue.<br /><br /><br />7. Word Preference: Pussy or Cunt?<br /><br />Cunt--I never use the p word.<br /><br /><br />8. Spanking Over the Knee or Spanking Only During Sex?<br /><br />I would like either, though we never do over the knee.<br /><br /><br />9. More Exciting: Sex in an Elevator or Sex in an Aeroplane?<br /><br />Elevator.<br /><br /><br />10. Ron Jeremy or Peter North?<br /><br />I'm not familiar with either of these people. The first name is familiar--I'm thinking they're porn stars.<br /><br /><br />11. Word Preference? Cock or dick?<br /><br />Cock, though I do use dick sometimes.<br /><br /><br />12. Linda Lovelace or Jenna Jameson?<br /><br />I don't know who these people are. The second name is familiar--I'm thinking these are porn stars too.<br /><br /><br />13. Rope Bondage or Bondage Tape?<br /><br />I prefer soft things.<br /><br /><br />14. Give Rim Job or Receive Anal Sex?<br /><br />I am interested in having anal sex but have never tried either of these.<br /><br /><br />15. Get Rich Stripping in a Skanky Bar or Get Rich as a Call Girl for Celebs?<br /><br />I would rather strip, but only very few people would be interested.<br /><br /><br />16. Which Threesome - Boy/Girl/Girl or Boy/Boy/Girl?<br /><br />Two boys.<br /><br /><br />17. Flavoured Oil or Tingling Oil?<br /><br />Never tried either.<br /><br /><br />18. Pearl Necklace or Swallow?<br /><br />The first.<br /><br /><br />19. Sex While Strangers Watch or Sex with a Stranger?<br /><br />Sex while strangers watch. Though I think I would prefer sex while friends watch.<br /><br /><br />20. Tied to the Bed or to a St Andrew’s Cross?<br /><br />I don't know what a St Andrew's Cross is, so I'll take the bed.greenlacewinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12562121085336765777noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25207709.post-23902197589332417192008-04-28T15:21:00.000-07:002008-04-28T15:39:50.852-07:00good girl<p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">I checked out from the library <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ana%C3%AFs_Nin">Anais Nin</a>’s book of erotica <span style="font-style: italic;">Delta of Venus</span> and was surprised at how quickly and completely it turned me on.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;">I’m used to reading explicit accounts on sex blogs, but it had been a long time since I read something like that in a book.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;">I lay reading in bed, and my cunt ached with lust.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;">I knew I needed sex badly and soon.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">So I took a shower, and then had my husband take a shower.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;">I stood naked in the hall and came to him in the bathroom.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;">He was drying off.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;">I took the towel from him and dried off his back and ass and the backs of his legs.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">I put his hands on my breasts.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;">He massaged them and touched my nipples.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;">I touched his balls and led him to bed.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;">I kneeled and took his cock in my mouth.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;">I reached down to touch my cunt and felt its slickness.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;">My clitoris was large and sensitive.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;">I masturbated and sucked his dick.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;">It felt so eager and young.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;">I was struck by the knowledge of his youth.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;">It got bigger in my mouth, and I knew he was really turned on.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >Do you like that?</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> I asked, looking at him.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;">I leaned back so he could touch my tits.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >Yes,</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> he told me.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;">So I sucked his cock some more.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;">I touched his balls as I sucked it, and I used my hand to jerk him off as I sucked just the head.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">I leaned back again so he could touch my tits.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >Do you like the way I suck your cock?</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> I asked.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >Yes,</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> he said.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;">I sucked his cock again.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;">I did it fast.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;">His skin was very present to me, and his shape.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Then I lay back on the bed and gestured that I wanted him on top of me.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;">I rubbed my cunt against his body.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;">He pushed against me rhythmically.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;">I very quietly moaned in rhythm with his pushes.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">He pulled away and slipped his fingers against my cunt.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;">He touched my clitoris tenderly.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >Penetrate me,</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> I said.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;">He slipped his fingers inside me and fucked me with them.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;">Then he touched my clitoris again, more firmly this time.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;">I very quietly moaned.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">I sucked his cock again.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;">He was on his knees, and I bent forward to get him in my mouth.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;">I enjoyed the awkwardness of the angle.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">I longed to be fucked.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;">I lay back on the bed and told him, </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >I want you to fuck me.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;">He agreed.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;">I twisted around to reach for condoms and handed them to him.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;">I sucked his cock again.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;">He masturbated, slipped on a condom, and slipped himself inside me.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">God, I loved how it felt to have him inside of me.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;">He fucked me soundly.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;">I touched my nipples.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;">My right hand was wet from masturbating.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;">I put some of the moisture on my left nipple too.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;">I enjoyed being fucked.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >Oh, yeah,</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> I said.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >That feels so good.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >Yeah, </span><span style="font-size:100%;">he said.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >Do you like how it feels to fuck me?</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> I asked.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >Yeah, </span><span style="font-size:100%;">he said.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >Does it make your cock feel good?</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> I asked.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >Yeah,</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> he said.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >If you keep fucking me like this, I’m going to come, </span><span style="font-size:100%;">I said.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;">My clitoris was rubbing up against his body, and everything was slick.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;">It was inevitable.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >Is that what you want?</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> I asked.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >Yeah, </span><span style="font-size:100%;">he said.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >I would do anything for you,</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> I said.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >I would do anything for you,</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> he said.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;">The feelings grew intense.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >Slow!</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> I said urgently.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >Mmm, </span><span style="font-size:100%;">he said.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >I’m going to come, </span><span style="font-size:100%;">I said.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >Mmm, </span><span style="font-size:100%;">he said.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">And I came.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;">I pushed against him with all the strength of my body.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;">The waves rushed through my body, and I moaned thoughtlessly.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">For a long time he continued to fuck me.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;">The feelings grew less intense and receded.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;">I caressed his shoulders and touched his back.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;">I ran my hands over his body slowly.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Then he rolled off me.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;">I tried to put his hand to my cunt, but he refused.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;">He had used that hand to masturbate with for a few seconds earlier, and we try to be very careful (some of his precome might have gotten on his hand, and we wouldn’t want the sperm from his precome to impregnate me).</span></p> <span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:12;" ><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >So I touched my cunt myself.</span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >I rubbed myself hard and strained toward the second orgasm.</span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >I masturbated--stopped.</span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >Masturbated--stopped.</span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >Finally I masturbated and kept going until the waves were pushing through my body again, this time quicker and more blinding but over soon.<br /><br />He looked at me. We cuddled closely. </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >That was beautiful, </span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >he said. </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >Don't you think that was beautiful?</span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >Yeah,</span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" > I said. We looked at one another. </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >What do you want?</span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" > I asked.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >I want to come, </span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >he said. He lay on his back and masturbated. I drew my face close to his cock, just watching. He paused to put more spit on his hand, and I took advantage of the opportunity to put spit on my hand and take over.<br /><br />I did it slowly, quickly, in sets of three, and he said, </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >I'm going to come,</span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" > so I did it fast, and he came in my hand. I kept touching him for a long time. His face was contorted with pleasure when I looked at him--his eyes were closed.<br /><br />We cleaned up and cuddled more. </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >Tell me I'm a good girl, </span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >I said.<br /><br />He pet my hair. </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >You're a good girl,</span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" > he said. </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >Good girl. Good girl. </span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" > I was smiling.</span><br /></span>greenlacewinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12562121085336765777noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25207709.post-66776245572144807522008-04-26T12:55:00.000-07:002008-04-26T13:39:08.990-07:00orally fixatedYesterday I wanted him in my mouth. I had him lie on his side. I lay on my back, masturbating and sucking his cock, my head turned toward him. I felt greedy for it. It was large and so real in my mouth. I liked best when the motion was his, when he pushed it in and out of my mouth on his own. Still, I sucked, and I wanted him to come in my mouth, but we hadn't discussed it. As I masturbated, I imagined sucking his cock--I imagined doing exactly what I was doing.<br /><br />I stopped and asked if he liked it. I had tasted his pre-come, so I knew the answer to my question. He let me know that he had become uncomfortable on his side, so I suggested, "Would you like to fuck my mouth?"<br /><br />He injured his arm a few days ago, so he wasn't sure, but we decided to try. I lay on my back masturbating. He positioned himself as if doing a push up, his his cock in my mouth. "I want you to come, if you can," I said. He fucked my mouth soundly. I liked the way I wasn't in control. I listened to his breathing as it got faster and harder. <br /><br />"I'm going to come," he warned me. I was surprised, so soon. I nodded, and his semen was spurting down my throat. I hadn't intended to swallow, but I found myself swallowing. I was overwhelmed. I let myself come then, at my own hand, though I was very preoccupied with the cock that was coming in my mouth.<br /><br />I sat up and rubbed my mouth on his knee. I felt my teeth on his skin. I rubbed my mouth on his knee again and again. His legs are beautiful, substantial.<br /><br />We cuddled close. I kissed him, and I think he hesitated--maybe he didn't want to taste his own semen in my mouth. He held me and stroked my hair.greenlacewinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12562121085336765777noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25207709.post-27911528743803992432007-12-07T19:54:00.001-08:002007-12-07T19:55:32.174-08:00afterwardsAfterwards, I went to the bathroom. I looked into the mirror, and my hair was all messy. I looked beautiful.greenlacewinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12562121085336765777noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25207709.post-66953688660235994332007-11-13T19:14:00.001-08:002007-11-13T21:15:08.434-08:00in NovemberI wanted to have sex last night, but he was working. I went to bed and fell asleep waiting for him.<br /><br />He woke me up gently. <span style="font-style: italic;">When are we going to be close?</span> he asked.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Tomorrow</span>, I said.<br /><br />So tonight he had more work to do, but we planned he would work for an hour and then take a shower and we'd have our way with one another. <span style="font-style: italic;">I'm going to look at porn while you're in the shower</span>, I said. He plugged in the headphones for me.<br /><br />I went to an amateur porn site that I like and watched men and women enjoying one another. I listened to the sounds they made. A particular women was being fucked from behind by a very enthusiastic man. There was a sound of flesh upon flesh every time he thrust himself into her--he was doing it fast. The perspective was such that we could see her face and her breasts and couldn't see any of the penetration. But the sound of flesh upon flesh turned me on, and the gaspy sounds he made. He slapped her ass as he fucked her.<br /><br />Then my husband was out of the shower, clean and ready. <span style="font-style: italic;">Do you want to watch something together?</span> he asked.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">My kind or your kind?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Whichever</span>, he said.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">We can watch your kind</span>, I said. So we sat down in front of his computer and he went to Porno Tube to search for ejaculation videos. I hiked up my skirt and pulled down my chonies with my right hand while my left hand went to my left nipple. My husband pulled down his boxer shorts and grasped his cock.<br /><br />We watched men jacking off and masturbated as we watched. My husband chose which videos. My eyes moved from the man who was masturbating on the screen to the man who was masturbating in a chair beside me. I admired the style of someone who jacked off quickly, his cock in his fist, pumping only the shaft. I enjoyed the various perspectives: sidelong, straight on, the bird's eye view. I noticed how some men had their jeans down around their ankles, while some had taken off the pants entirely. Some men had their socks on, and some were entirely nude. The nude men had stomach muscles that were supposed to impress me.<br /><br />As I masturbated, I found my clit to be more and more wet as lubrication filled my cunt. I would rub myself in time with the man on the screen, pretending to be him. I would rub myself between videos, just using my imagination. It got so I had to stop so I wouldn't come. I would stop and go, stop and go, a bit dangerously. My left hand grasped my left nipple and gently rubbed it then visited the right.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I'm ready</span>, I said. I was tired of this porn and wanted to fuck.<br /><br />We took off our clothes. I got a condom and opened its wrapper, setting the condom on top.<br /><br />We masturbated in bed. I was upright, on my knees, rubbing myself. He lay on his back looking at me. He rubbed my nipples, one then the other, and I watched him jerk himself off. I got to the point where I really wanted to come and stopped.<br /><br />I turned and went onto all fours. He got the condom and put it on behind me. He thrust into me, and it had been a long time since we'd had penetrative sex. Feeling him inside me felt right and as he pushed into me over and over again, I pushed back. As he fucked me, I imagined him fucking me. He moved slowly. I guessed that he was going slow so he wouldn't come. He was deep inside of me. <span style="font-style: italic;">It's okay if you come</span>, I said.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I love you</span>, he said.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I love you</span>, I said.<br /><br />Then he did it faster. Our bodies made the sound of flesh on flesh like in the pornography video I had watched. It felt good. I moved my right hand to my clit. It felt large on my fingers. I touched myself until I was about to come then moved my hand away. I did this again and again until I couldn't take it anymore and let myself come.<br /><br />I felt a force grow in my abdomen. My cunt ached, and then there was an explosion of sensation throughout my body. I whimpered and cried out as the feelings coursed through my body. He fucked me hard as I came, hungry for it--he was the powerful man who could satisfy me, and I was the woman who wanted it. I rubbed myself for a long time as he fucked me and the feelings went on and on, as if I had come many times rather than just one.<br /><br />Then I was exhausted and collapsed, still rubbing myself, but he had withdrawn and was beside me, looking at my face. He looked pleased with himself. I saw him and felt sheepish. He rubbed his forehead on my forehead. We rubbed our heads together like this, and we caressed each other.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">How do you want to come?</span> I asked.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I want to film myself</span>, he said.<br /><br />I was surprised. <span style="font-style: italic;">Okay</span>, I said.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Is it okay?</span> he asked.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Yeah, for sure</span>, I said. He got the digital camera.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Is it okay if I come on a towel?</span> he asked.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Yeah, that's fine</span>, I said.<br /><br />He went for a towel, and I lay beside him luxuriously. I felt calm and peaceful, still inhabiting the sensations of my body.<br /><br />I watched my husband rubbing his cock and filming himself from above. <span style="font-style: italic;">You're beautiful</span>, he said, glancing at my breasts.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Thank you</span>, I said.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Are you ready?</span> he asked.<br /><br />I was surprised he was going to come so soon. <span style="font-style: italic;">Yeah</span>, I said.<br /><br />He increased the speed of his thrusts into his hand, and the semen was spurting out onto the towel. I watched loyally. I felt somewhat detached, like a scientist observing this mammal, yet loving and present.greenlacewinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12562121085336765777noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25207709.post-5545811118720634472007-07-12T12:27:00.000-07:002007-07-12T18:01:17.571-07:00what happiness feels likeWe were lying in bed, and he was reading to me. I realized I wanted sex. He went to do something on the computer. I spread the soft blanket on the living room floor and got two condoms and some lube. I held them up in the air to show him, as he looked up from the computer. <span style="font-style: italic;">I thought I was bored,</span> I said. <span style="font-style: italic;">Then I realized I was something else.</span><br /><br />We took off all our clothes, and we stood face to face. I moved his hands to my breasts. He held them and brushed my nipples with his fingertips.<br /><br />I reached down to his cock and played with it, then lightly held his balls, then grabbed his cock again, alternating between the two, and finally settling on his cock. I put spit in my hand and jacked him off--he was fully erect now. His eyes were closed. He enjoyed it.<br /><br />Then I got down on all fours for him to fuck me from behind. I put a little pillow under my chest and another under my head. My business end stuck up into the air. He was behind me, getting on the condom, and thrust into me.<br /><br />His fuck was so sweet. We were very close physically. His legs were right up against my legs. The fucking was deep. He rammed it into me. I muttered a pleased sound. He muttered back. He would go slow, taking his cock almost all the way out, to push it all the way in again. He would fuck quickly, hitting a deep place inside me over and over again.<br /><br />We made small sounds to one another. I was perfectly comfortable, with my pillows just so, propped up on my elbows. Sometimes I just relaxed and let him do it to me. Other times I was alert and pushed back. Sometimes I pushed back hard, and I was the one doing the fucking, eager and insistent.<br /><br />I imagined him pulling out to come on my back. This is one of the things I most like to imagine, lately. The idea must have been put there by porn, but I don't care where it came from. I want to feel his cum hot on my back. I want to imagine seeing it third person as it happens to me.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Come in me, </span>I told him. In just a few seconds, he was thrusting jaggedly as he came inside me, moaning quietly, and I felt somehow proud or justified.<br /><br />(It had been a long time since he had come inside of me. We think it's safer if he comes other ways. Usually we fuck and then he'll come jacking off, or with me jacking him off.)<br /><br />Then I lay on my back. He touched my nipples as I rubbed my clit and imagined him coming on my back some more, as I remembered the moment when he actually did come, imagined him doing it more aggressively and harsh, imagined it over and over again until I heard myself whimper in a way that sounded like fear, and the hot waves were crashing throughout my body. He held me, and I was happy.greenlacewinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12562121085336765777noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25207709.post-4482530865115612612007-07-03T12:36:00.000-07:002007-07-03T13:19:50.287-07:00an apology and a situationI'm sorry I've been updating so rarely. I don't know if any of my readers are still with me, but hopefully some of you check back, and hopefully some of you use a service that alerts you when a new post is made. Life is getting in the way of art. But here's what happened yesterday evening.<br /><br />***<br /><br />Yesterday evening I felt like being close. I took off my clothes while he took a shower.<br /><br />We were naked on a blanket on the living room floor. He sat between my legs with his back to my front. I got some lube and reached around to touch his cock. First I just played with it. It grew large in my hand. Then I jacked him off, slow and fast in turn. I liked to feel his cock push back.<br /><br />I could hear his little sounds so well because my head was so near his. I liked the feeling of being on his back like when we're sleeping on our sides and I curl up on his back. I felt safe and comfortable.<br /><br />I kept jacking him off, listening to his little sounds, until he muttered that he might come, and then the semen was spurting on me, hot on my hand, and I kept jacking him off until his cock was no longer so erect.<br /><br />I washed up, and we lay on the floor. He told me how good I made him feel while I masturbated and he touched my nipples. When I came, he held me.<br /><br />Coming is like a wonderful emergency.greenlacewinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12562121085336765777noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25207709.post-74301704601669195262007-05-31T09:07:00.000-07:002007-05-31T11:38:05.679-07:00what I like best about sexI made a list of everything I like best about sex, and then tried listing what other people might like best. First is my list.<br /><br />-losing control<br />-complete surrender to another person<br />-inhabiting sex-world<br />-touch<br />-feeling powerful by dominating<br />-transcendent orgasm<br />-enacting fantasies from childhood<br />-the smell<br />-how real it is<br />-feeling like an animal<br />-talking afterwards<br />-spiritual union<br />-forgetting myself<br />-transgression<br />-getting to know someone<br />-saying what I wouldn't normally be allowed to say<br />-vulnerability<br />-transformation<br />-seeing how it changes the relationship<br />-feeling used<br />-release of tension<br />-enacting symbolism<br /><br />Here are a few that I imagine others might like best about sex.<br /><br />-being inside someone<br />-the ability to hurt someone<br />-pretending to be someone they're not<br />-conquest<br />-being able to manipulate someone<br />-feeling dirty<br /><br />I would welcome any additions to the list: please comment with your own motivations. I know everyone loves sex, and I know the basic drive has to do with continuing the species, but in real life, we have other reasons.greenlacewinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12562121085336765777noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25207709.post-87052722827679657152007-05-16T18:48:00.000-07:002007-05-16T19:08:38.398-07:00depressed transcendenceI was depressed and horny at the same time. It's not so unusual. Being depressed can feel like longing.<br /><br />When he came home from work, I let him know what I wanted. We took off our clothes and went to bed, where I stoked his cock, cupped his balls, touched his cock gently. Then I started taking it in my mouth. I felt it grow in my mouth as I sucked and licked. I bobbed my mouth on his dick, going quickly. He started to quietly moan. <br /><br />His skin felt so soft. He was so vulnerable, lying there on the bed, not moving, letting me do whatever I wanted to him.<br /><br />My mouth got tired, so I used my hand to jerk him off quickly. He was moaning quietly, continuously. I took him in my mouth again, licking where the head meets the shaft, sucking, using my mouth as a cunt to fuck him. I listened to the intensity of his moans and backed off when his cries got too urgent. <br /><br />As I lay there, my husband in my mouth, life seemed possible. His dick felt so real: I was having a real experience. Something good could actually happen. In fact, I was making it happen. I was making someone feel something. I sucked and smelled his earthy smells. This was really happening. I felt my consciousness open. The world seemed to shift from black and white to color--there was a shift, and my depression lifted.<br /><br />I worked his cock for as long as I wanted. He warned me that he was going to come, and then he did come. I jerked him off fast, and his semen squirted on the bed, wetting the sheets and a pillowcase.<br /><br />I got up to wash my hands then came back to bed to masturbate as he rubbed my nipples. My cunt was wet from going down on him, and my body longed to come. After some intentional delay, I allowed myself to come, and again, I felt my consciousness was opening like a flower. <br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">You did everything again,</span> he said.<br /><br />Later we decided that when I'm depressed, I like to be in control. I don't want to be vulnerable--I can't handle anything unknown happening. So I have to be the one who does everything.<br /><br />Sex is how I want to spend my entire life. As far as I'm concerned, everything else could be beautiful, meaningful, and excellent, but I'm really just waiting until the next opportunity to fuck.greenlacewinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12562121085336765777noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25207709.post-42367776569790936652007-04-05T11:27:00.000-07:002007-04-05T11:42:13.800-07:00not readingWe're both sick. His cold is on its way out, while mine is just beginning. Last night we were lying in bed, and he was reading to me. I caressed his body as he read. (We're reading Dorothy Sayers' first mystery, by the way.) I touched his chest, his belly. His arms, his belly. My hand slipped into his pants and his underwear. I caressed his thighs and ran my fingers through his pubic hair. I cupped his balls and touched his dick. He stopped reading and looked at me, the book still in his hands. <span style="font-style: italic;">Are we not reading anymore?</span> he asked.<br /><br />He pulled down his pants so I could have better access. I held his cock and felt it grow. It seemed vulnerable and sleepy. Slowly it grew to full size, and I was rubbing it and jacking him off with spit on my hand.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Give me some lubricant</span>, I said. It's rare that I use lubricant on his cock because it means we're not soon going to fuck, and I'm not soon going down on him. It means hands only, and he likes this.<br /><br />I put plenty of lubricant on his cock and did my best with it. I jacked him off fast and slow. I tried holding him in my hand loosely, holding his tight. I used both hands, and I used just a finger and thumb. I stroked just the underside. I did different combinations of fast and slow, such as two fast and one slow, then four fast and two slow. <br /><br />He lay there with his eyes closed, holding onto my left breast, sometimes opening his eyes half way to look at my breast and my face, sometimes muttering, <span style="font-style: italic;">That feels so good</span>, to keep my spirits up.<br /><br />I was aroused by his arousal. I was also having a simple kind of fun. His cock is sometimes like a toy, to me. What can I do to him, what can I make him feel, what can I make him say and do? I like it in this purely physical way, like a child playing. <br /><br />As time passed, and his arousal grew more intense, mine did too, and the experience became more emotional. I started to get off on imagining what he was imagining. I imagined him imagining me fucking him, my wet cunt giving him just the love he needed at the moment he needed it. I imagined him imagining me fucking him without a condom, caring nothing for consequences, wanting nothing but that pure and wholly intimate fuck without barrier.<br /><br />My cunt ached with lust as he said, <span style="font-style: italic;">I might come</span>, and then, <span style="font-style: italic;">I'm going to come</span>, and he did, the hot semen spurting on his lower abdomen, so white it was almost blue, copious and very real.<br /><br />We cleaned him up, I washed my hands, and then it was my turn. I masturbated as he touched my tits and told me what I had done to him. I was at the point of coming within seconds but made myself hold off. Then I asked him if he wanted to make me come. He said yes and touched me fast, taking over. <br /><br />I felt the rising feelings, the first part of coming, then the catastrophic sensationing of falling, pleasure pumping through me with the fast contractions of my sweet little cunt.greenlacewinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12562121085336765777noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25207709.post-8683571924503413942007-04-03T13:57:00.000-07:002007-04-03T14:27:18.330-07:00theoryThis past weekend I was visiting with family, and my dad and niece were playing in a backyard pool. They were splashing, teasing, swimming around, holding their breath underwater, and having a good time. My niece, who is four, liked me near. She seemed to be paying no attention to me, but when I made a move to leave, she objected. "Stay here, Auntie!" she said, laughing. No matter who she's playing with, she likes me around, and I've heard her say this to others too. So I obeyed, and it made me think of this sex blog and why I've written it.<br /><br />Some people, maybe all people, like a witness to our play. It's why I write letters, partly. It's why people like to talk about their days. To be recognized and seen, witnessed. So that's probably a reason to sex blog, to be silently observed. When my husband and I are fucking, it's just the two of us, but in a very removed way, if I blog about it later, then someone is watching, and exhibitionism is hot.<br /><br />Another reason to sex blog has been for myself. My husband and I were trying new things, and I wanted to document it. For him too. He reads it and learns more about what was happening in my head. It's been intimate and beautiful.<br /><br />To represent reality as art. All art is representational, isn't it? I could paint a picture, but I don't paint. Compose a dance, sketch, sculpt. I'm not good at any of these, but I am sort of a writer.<br /><br />Fan mail has let me know that a small handful of people enjoy the blog and some even find it to be a meaningful part of their lives. People who object to picture porn can read this erotica instead and keep to their agreements.<br /><br />And sex blogging, it's transgressive to talk about these naughty things. In transgression I find healing. I have to break the rules to heal from the oppression of the rules. Anonymity makes my transgression safe.<br /><br />I would welcome any other ideas on why I've done this, why anyone does this.greenlacewinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12562121085336765777noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25207709.post-32321030977046565072007-03-28T07:21:00.000-07:002007-03-28T07:25:31.149-07:00another queer sex dreamI was having sex with a woman who was wearing clothing of very thin and slick material, like a slip might be made out of--I was touching her body through her clothes in a room, in front of a group of people. The feeling of her small clitoris on my fingers is vivid to me. There was something we were trying to prove--something she was trying to prove, and I was just helping.greenlacewinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12562121085336765777noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25207709.post-23106677538090226622007-03-16T16:18:00.000-07:002007-03-16T17:24:59.374-07:00everything's different nowI was on an SSRI for a long time, and when I cut my dose, that's when I had a sex drive again and started this blog.<br /><br />As of a week ago, I'm off the SSRI entirely, and something wonderful has happened. I'm incredibly horny. I'm interested in porn again, wet in seconds, aroused at the drop of a hat. The surprise, which maybe isn't a surprise at all, is that I can come from penetration only again. I feel young, in a good way, but I have the love of my life to fuck whenever I want to.<br /><br />It happened a few days ago. I was looking at porn in the afternoon and extremely horny by the time he got home from work. In bed, I masturbated, and it's like having a whole new body, in a way. I sucked his dick. I had to slow my hand on my clit so I wouldn't come. My cunt felt vibrant and glowing with light.<br /><br />Then he fucked me. I had a pillow under my ass, and I felt very comfortable and mobile. Even though he was above me and pushing down on me with great force, I had a lot of strength to push back forcefully also, and freedom to move.<br /><br />He fucked me hard--he pounded me. I felt this thick cock tearing through me, and I felt vulnerable yet entirely present and very accommodating of this intensity.<br /><br />His face was contorted with lust. He slowed down and looked at me as he fucked me with long, deep strokes, skillfully, watching me, and my body was all admiration and loving gratefullness.<br /><br />He pounded me again, increasing the speed and aggression until my cunt felt very used and overwhelmed with the sensation.<br /><br />He slowed again, with the long, deep thrusts--expert--he knew what he was doing to me. I felt safe and known. The feelings began to crescendo in me, and the building was familiar. I whimpered and pulled him closer against me. I rubbed my body against him as he fucked me. I noticed the unmistakable fact that I was going to come. I was ecstatic with the feeling and ecstatic with the knowledge.<br /><br />I felt that his entire being was pressed into me, and we moved together as I cried out, half-shocked that it was really happening, and my cunt contracted around his cock as the orgasm shook me to the core. He responded in turn, and he came inside of me as I came. We pressed into one another as hard as we could. My arms were around him, and I held on tightly. I felt like we were in a dark place together: a safe, silent, dark place.<br /><br />Then we were home again, in bed, gasping for air, and after a little while, we untangled ourselves and became slightly more individual. It was early evening and sunny in the bedroom. I couldn't stop grinning. <span style="font-style: italic;">What do you think of that?</span> I asked. He didn't seem so impressed. Maybe he felt a secret pride. My grin lasted half an hour.<br /><br />Always before, I could come with him inside of me, but it happened that way only every so often, and only if my hand was to my clit. My arm there felt like something between us, a barricade--subtle, though--of course, it wasn't a problem. But now, I feel there's nothing between us, and I've never felt closer to him. I'm not explaining very well how important this is to me, but I'll have plenty more chances.<br /><br />The SSRI saved my life four years ago, but I couldn't communicate how glad I am that I don't need it anymore.greenlacewinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12562121085336765777noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25207709.post-62500188888943478232007-03-13T16:04:00.000-07:002007-03-13T16:56:56.147-07:00the importance of an afternoon in springHe was sent home early from work, and we lay in bed naked, talking. I was interested in his package. <span style="font-style: italic;">Your hair, it's so long!</span> I said and ran my fingers through it. It was quite a change from his previous shaved state. I admired the hair's honey color then gently held his balls, feeling their weight. He looked vulnerable and trusting, as he lay there with his eyes closed.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Let's be close, </span>I said, and he agreed. I touched his cock. I was surprised at how quickly he was fully erect in my hand.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Put some lubricant on me, </span>I said, and he did. His fingers were cool as they slipped inside of me, and I liked being entered.<br /><br />I looked at his cock as I pumped it with my hand. It was dark pink. I touched him roughly. <span style="font-style: italic;"> Not very subtle, is it?</span> I asked, and we laughed. He was rubbing my clit while I worked his dick.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">You're a miracle here,</span> I said, and I squeezed his cock in my hand. Then I went down on him. I did it quickly, the head of his cock entering the back of my throat, and he groaned. I licked where the head meets the shaft, jacked him off again, went down on him some more, jacked him off faster.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I want you to fuck me,</span> I said. <span style="font-style: italic;">Then I want you to take off the condom and come on me. </span> That's what I had been imagining, a hard fuck, and finally him coming on my tits, watching him do this.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Would you like that?</span> I asked, and he said he would. He got a condom.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Are you ready?</span> he asked. The answer to this question is always known.<br /><br />He positioned himself between my legs and forced himself into me. I cried out with a little pain and surprise. Then he fucked me hard and fast. He reached for my wrists and pinned me down. I was delighted. I reveled in the feeling of being taken and used. And I didn't even have to ask!<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Can you fuck me kneeling? </span>I asked. He said yes, and I asked if he wanted me to put a pillow under my butt, but he said no.<br /><br />My feet were on his shoulders, and he was pounding me. His face showed the intensity of his feeling. I rubbed my clit, and I knew I would come very quickly. I felt myself approaching the edge and then coming hard as he continued to pound me with this thick cock. I forced myself to be quiet as the feelings tore through me. I lost myself for those few seconds.<br /><br />When I could think again, I was surprised at how he'd managed not to come when I did. When he was sure I'd had enough, he removed his cock from me, took off the condom, and kneeled to jack off. He looked at my tits and rubbed himself. His face had that almost-violent look. He pawed at my tits, and I watched him as his eyes closed and his body shuddered. Come dribbled from his cock onto my chest, and a stream of it spurted onto my neck. I watched him as the come continued to flow, and his body continued to shudder.<br /><br />We had both gotten what we wanted. We smiled at one another with a great deal of simple love.greenlacewinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12562121085336765777noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25207709.post-7818011739204034472007-02-12T08:20:00.000-08:002007-02-12T10:06:55.330-08:00what to do in the afternoonI took a shower and lay on the bed undressed, petting Kitty.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Are you two having a moment? </span>my husband asked.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">We're having a series of moments, </span>I said.<br /><br />He went to take a shower. I got the lubricant and a condom unwrapped and placed them by his pillow. I lay on my back, with my legs spread wide and knees bent. There was a pillow under my head, and a pillow under each of my knees--I felt extremely comfortable. There were blankets under my back, but not under my butt, which tilted my pelvis at a nice angle and made my back very comfortable in a way my yoga teacher taught me for shavasana.<br /><br />I thought of the sex I would soon be getting. I gently fingered my nipples and touched softly the outer lips of my cunt. It was afternoon, and the sun was out. Sunlight shone on the bed, and it was nice to get a break from the rain. I felt impatient. I wanted him. Finally I heard him turn off the water.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I saw something on the bed that made me feel excited,</span> he said.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Yeah, hopefully me!</span> I said, and we laughed.<br /><br />He touched my nipples. We kissed, and he slipped his tongue into my mouth. He pushed his body against mine, and I told him I was happy to know I would be getting some sex.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Should I put lubricant on you? </span>he asked.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">No,</span> I said. <span style="font-style: italic;">Lick. </span>He was surprised by this request and went down on me. It was very sudden that my clit was being stimulated like this, and I was moaning immediately. <span style="font-style: italic;">Put your finger inside of me, </span>I said, and he slipped a middle finger inside my cunt. I liked this very much, and every so often, he would give a little thrust, and my moans would get louder. I was overcome with feeling, and the sensations he gave me were my entire world.<br /><br />The feelings were reaching a high pitch very quickly, and I didn't want to come yet, so I pushed him away. He was unfazed and went at me again with more energy. I enjoyed this additional moment. Then I pushed him away with more force, and he held me. We kissed, and I touched his cock with spit on my hand. It was extremely excitable, and it pushed eagerly at my hand. (Is it wrong that his cock sometimes reminds me of a puppy?)<br /><br />I pushed my tits together, and he fucked them for a moment. It didn't work so well without lubricant. But I wanted to go down on him. <span style="font-style: italic;">Sit here,</span> I said, and patted my chest. He settled his ass on my chest and put his cock in my mouth, and I liked being pinned like this. I licked its length and sucked at it happily, rhythmically. My cunt ached with lust. He fucked the roof of my mouth and the entrance to my throat. I looked up into his face. He looked slightly uncomfortable and extremely pleased. I was overjoyed to feel him in my mouth. Thoughts passed quickly through my mind. Was it wrong to be so dedicated to sex like this? My religion tries so hard to discredit the pleasures of the flesh. I tried to see it as wrong and failed.<br /><br />I rubbed my clit. It was swelled big and wet from when he went down on me and from my own arousal. Rubbing myself like this, I could come at any moment. I felt like I could keep sucking his dick for an eternity. I had to force myself to slow down and stop masturbating periodically so I wouldn't come.<br /><br />Eventually, it was too much for me. I needed him to fuck me, or I was going to die--that's how it felt. I needed something big, substantial, and living in my cunt. I pushed him off of my chest. <span style="font-style: italic;">Do you want me to fuck you now?</span> he asked, and I said yes. I had never felt more ready.<br /><br />He put on the condom and rammed himself into me at full force. I cried out at the wanted intensity of it. He fucked me with a great deal of strength. He pounded me, and my cunt felt simultaneously an intense yearning to be filled and an intense animal gratefulness at being filled. My nerves were pushed to capacity. We moved together in waves of rough sex. I was groaning continuously, and he was quietly moaning. His face contorted into a violent grimace. His hard, jagged thrusts healed me. I felt I was being punished in a fabulous, longed for way. I felt he was saying to me with every ram of his thick cock, <span style="font-style: italic;">Take that for making me so horny. Take that for making me want you so bad, you charming little bitch.</span> And the punishment was of course the highest reward possible in all of the possible human experience: true and complete love enacted as the hottest sex possible.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I want you, </span>I said. <span style="font-style: italic;">I want you to fuck me so bad,</span> I said. <span style="font-style: italic;">Please fuck me. Please fuck me. </span> I begged for it as I received it--I had instantaneous compliance. I let all the desire from the past few days express itself in my words.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Yeah,</span> he said. <span style="font-style: italic;">Yeah. </span>And he gave it to me harder. I studied his expression: that violent grimace which I knew was deepest love. I looked into his eyes and felt completely understood and that I completely understood him. I valued his look because I knew it had taken so many years for us to achieve this degree of safety. He sucked on my nipple for a moment as he fucked me. His mouth was passionate on my tits. He sucked hard, but briefly, and his attention shifted entirely to the impact of his fucking again.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">You can come whenever you want,</span> I whispered. I wanted him to feel complete freedom to come, but I was also having fantasies of him shooting his semen all over my tits. This was a thought I was holding in my mind as he rammed himself inside of me and I pushed back, accepting his force and countering with force of my own. My moaning was like whimpering.<br /><br />I was at the verge of coming. It's been years since I was able to come from penetration without stimulation of my clit by fingers, but it was on the verge of happening. I wanted it as I wanted him.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I'm going to come,</span> he said, and he bucked as he fucked me and cried, <span style="font-style: italic;">Ahhhhhh! </span>and the thrusts took on another quality as he was overwhelmed with feeling. His hand went to the condom, and he continued to lie there in my arms, thrusting into me, his cock pushing against my clit, and I moaned because I was still at the verge of coming but did not.<br /><br />As soon as he withdrew, my hand was at my cunt, and I rubbed myself. He touched my tits, and my cries got higher pitched. He knew when I was about to come, and he pushed my hand away and did it himself. He rubbed my clit hard and fast, harder and faster than I would have myself, and I came with an intensity that filled my entire body, from my teeth through my arms and abdomen, down through my legs to my feet and toes--all radiating from my cunt as every squeeze of my cunt and squeeze of my heart pumped the feeling through my entire body, and for a long time I felt this. He continued touching me as it gradually died down and became a more conventional pleasure.greenlacewinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12562121085336765777noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25207709.post-78781353442043158672007-02-01T07:07:00.000-08:002007-02-12T10:11:26.670-08:00how good it can feelWe went without for almost a week because of travel to the home of relatives, so yesterday afternoon, I took a shower and was on my way out the door for an errand, but sex seemed like such a good idea. I paused in the middle of dressing and undressed. My husband joined me in bed. Going without for a week, I was feeling a little shy.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Touch my tummy,</span> I said, and he did. It felt good to know I would be getting sex soon.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Touch my breasts,</span> I said, and he did. Yes, I could remember this.<br /><br />I asked for a penis presentation, and he kneeled to my left. I touched his cock and then sucked it until it was big, and I listened to his unsteady breathing as it slipped in and out of my mouth.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">What do you want today?</span> he asked. I wanted him to fuck me, of course. He got a condom and positioned himself between my legs, jacking off for a moment. <br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I want you so bad,</span> I said.<br /><br />He slipped into my cunt. He felt substantial and strong on top of me. He felt large and the most welcome possible wanted and necessary inside of me. I savored every thrust. I pushed back with my entire being. I caressed his shoulders and dug my nails in gently. I held him to me. I looked into his eyes and saw his intent expressions.<br /><br />We fucked in this way for a long time. <span style="font-style: italic;">God, it feels so good, </span>I told him. My clit was getting a lot of contact with his body, and I thought I might come. We were very close. He sucked on my left nipple as he fucked me. I caressed his back and held his upper arms. He groaned and grunted.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Do you want me to turn over?</span> I asked. He nodded. <span style="font-style: italic;">Is that what you want?</span> I asked. He said yes. So I turned over, and he fucked me from behind. He entered me very deeply, and I could tell he was so excited. His animal self was taking over, a self I love. I felt him so intimately, yet I didn't see him, and I like this combination of circumstances. I listened and felt.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Give it to me,</span> I said. <span style="font-style: italic;">Give it to me.</span> He fucked me, and I wiggled my ass at him.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I'm going to come, </span>he said, and he did, fucking me hard, with low, long moans.<br /><br />After slow and slower thrusts, he withdrew, and I lay down more completely on my tum, my fingers to my clit, and rubbed myself as he held me. He told me that he loves me. My clit was vibrant with pleasure, all ecstatic nerves. I knew that coming would be easy and would feel as good as it gets, so I took my time, unhurried, and consciously relaxed my body, to just languish in the feelings of sex.<br /><br />Since I was lying on my tum, my husband couldn't touch my breasts, but I like the way it felt to have the bed against me, and his soft, loving hands stroked my back, making me feel so safe.<br /><br />My clit felt huge, and as I rubbed it slowly, I remembered the fuck I had just received. I imagined his face as he came, a sight I hadn't seen. I imagined us on the bed from third-person perspective. I imagined his cock hitting me at the angles I most enjoy, and the sensation of being penetrated deeply, to the hilt.<br /><br />The inevitability accumulated, and the pleasure's intensity reached its crescendo. I let myself fall into the feeling and turned my head as I cried out and the pleasure pumped through my body, as real as anything.greenlacewinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12562121085336765777noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25207709.post-72729573142852441092007-01-22T22:35:00.000-08:002007-01-22T22:36:56.948-08:00queer dream II<p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">I dreamed there was a naked woman on the floor.<span style=""> </span>I knew I wasn’t supposed to have sex with her.<span style=""> </span>She was lying there on her back.<span style=""> </span>Her skin was olive.<span style=""> </span>I didn’t know her—we weren’t friends.<span style=""> </span>Yet she was available to me.<span style=""> </span></span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">I thought that even though I wasn’t supposed to, maybe I could suck on her nipples for just a minute.<span style=""> </span>So I did, and it was beautiful.<span style=""> </span>Then I thought, maybe I could lick her cunt for just a second.<span style=""> </span>My tongue licked her delicate little clit carefully.</span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">I looked at the pattern of her pubic hair.<span style=""> </span>I licked again and again—then I really needed to go.</span></p> <span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >This dream stayed with me for days afterward.</span>greenlacewinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12562121085336765777noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25207709.post-59057789190344465112007-01-17T20:24:00.000-08:002007-01-17T20:29:47.223-08:00his mouthWhen I kiss him, I feel turned on. His lips are soft and beautiful. I slip my tongue inside. Our mouths are communicating with touch. His feels like mine: vulnerable, tender.<br /><br />I asked, <span style="font-style: italic;">Would you mind if I told you that your mouth is like a luscious little cunt? </span> He said that would be fine.greenlacewinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12562121085336765777noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25207709.post-63066355427726855002007-01-15T21:04:00.000-08:002007-01-19T09:02:18.439-08:00fucking in the afternoon sunlightThe bed was covered in sunlight. I was in the bedroom doorway and took off all my clothes. <span style="font-style: italic;">Are you going to take a shower?</span> he asked.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Why would I take a shower!</span> I said. <span style="font-style: italic;">I already washed this morning. </span>I felt clean and very healthy.<br /><br />I lay down in the light. The bed was warm. He took off all his clothes and joined me. I admired him: his muscular legs in particular, his cock, his balls.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Does the sun feel good on your cock?</span> I asked.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">It just feels normal,</span> he said.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">God, it feels good on my cunt,</span> I thought and gently touched the warm, fuzzy outer lips so warmed by my own heat and by the sunlight.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Can I fuck you?</span> I asked.<br /><br />He assented, and we kissed. He touched my tits, and I went down on him. His cock tasted good in my mouth, and his balls smelled beautiful and earthy. Everything was glowing in the light, and I felt like I was in a world of pure happiness, where the only thing that mattered was sex.<br /><br />I touched my clit. I was wet, and it felt slippery on my fingers. It also felt large and surprised me with it substantialness. <span style="font-style: italic;">Sometimes when I'm taking a shower, I touch myself like this, and it feels so good,</span> I told him. I remembered the feeling of surprise when my soapy fingers slip inside my labia to touch my clit and find it's big and alert, ready for sex though no sex is planned.<br /><br />He was lying there, jacking off, watching me as I touched myself.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I'm going to massage your dick, but I'm going to use my cunt, </span>I said. <span style="font-style: italic;">Is that okay with you?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">That's what I want,</span> he said.<br /><br />I got a condom ready, sucked his dick until my need to suck his dick was over, slipped the condom onto his waiting cock, and impaled myself on it. The first moment felt a little frantic. I was very excited to have him inside of me and to be in control. I fucked him quickly, almost as if I were afraid the sex would be taken away from me.<br /><br />Then I slowed down, feeling more comfortable and myself. I took his cock inside of me as far as it can go. The motions I made fucking him were small. He went from very deep inside of me to slightly deeper. We were jamming it in as far as possible.<br /><br />We murmured and grunted together. <span style="font-style: italic;">Oh god, </span>I said. <span style="font-style: italic;">Oh god. </span> He played with my tits and sucked one then the other. Our bodies rubbed together. My clit was getting a lot of contact since I was controlling the angles of our contact. I thought of the line of a popular song ten years ago, <span style="font-style: italic;">She only comes when she's on top,</span> and thought it might apply to me this day.<br /><br />We fucked and fucked this way. My legs started to feel shaky, and I thought I might come, but my body was stubborn, and I stayed at the verge of coming for a long time.<br /><br />For a change, I put my feet where my knees had been and squatted on the bed, fucking him quickly. There was no chance of me coming this way because my clit had no contact with his body at all, but I know he likes this position, and I did it to see what his reaction would be, to see his expression change or hear him make other sounds.<br /><br />He loved it as much I thought he would, but he didn't come, and I was running out of energy. I went back to the less-intensive position of before, but the feeling that I was on the edge of coming was over, and I felt tired.<br /><br />So I dismounted and lay on my back. He climbed on immediately and fucked me enthusiastically. <span style="font-style: italic;">You make me feel so good,</span> he said.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">You're wonderful,</span> I said.<br /><br />He fucked me until he came with groaning cries, and I watched him and held him to me as his body jerked and finally slowed.<br /><br />Then I masturbated until I was about to come, moved his hand to my clit, and made him push me over the edge. I cried out quietly and had my moment of transcendence.<br /><br />Then we lay together in the sun for a long time, and what possible reason could there be to get up. I can't remember (this was yesterday).greenlacewinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12562121085336765777noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25207709.post-26453542721908165702007-01-12T17:01:00.000-08:002007-01-12T22:05:29.230-08:00fucking on the floor during a depression<span style="font-style: italic;">cautionary note: age play and pretend non-consensual</span><br /><br />I've been depressed, and sex hasn't been important to me. I haven't looked at any porn or thought about sex as often as usual.<br /><br />But last night, he was meditating, and I was cold and sleepy. I curled up on the floor by the heater, and I felt like I was strongly inhabiting my body.<br /><br />He stopped meditating. He was hungry and made peanut butter toast, then sat with me on the floor. I reached my hand to his package and touched his balls through his soft gray sitting pants, then his cock too. <span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />Dick</span>, I said, and we smiled. <span style="font-style: italic;">When your dick is small, your balls seem huge, and when your dick is big, your balls seem irrelevant</span>, I said. We laughed, and his cock became large and hard in his pants. I rubbed it. He ate his toast.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Can I have access?</span> I asked. He pulled his pants down and set his toast aside as I rubbed my face on his package. I went down on him quickly and evenly.<br /><br />He lifted up my shirt and touched my tits. I sucked his dick with gentle enthusiasm. <span style="font-style: italic;">Finish your toast</span>, I said, as I went to the bedroom for condoms and lubricant.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Can we pretend I'm a little girl and you're a nice man who has to rape me?</span> I asked, lying back on the floor. I was wearing a soft sweatshirt and a long brown skirt with no underwear beneath.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Yes, </span>he said.<br /><br />I felt snuggly and lifted the front of my skirt to expose my cunt. <span style="font-style: italic;">Put lubricant on me</span>, I said. This has become one of my favorite parts of sex lately, when he rubs lubricant onto my cunt. First he puts it on my clit. Then he gets more and puts it at my opening and fucks me with his fingers. He's sudden and slightly rough in a way I like. I start to go into a little trance, but I know there's a lot more where that came from.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I'm here to fuck you</span>, he said. <span style="font-style: italic;">But first you have to suck my dick.</span> He shoved his cock into my mouth, and I sucked it directly, without pretense or guile. The taste of him aroused me. I made small whimpering sounds. The head of his cock was at the back of my throat.<br /><br />Then he pulled out and touched my tits. <span style="font-style: italic;">You have sexy big tits</span><span style="font-style: italic;">, little girl,</span> he said. I liked how it felt to lie still, quietly, as he touched me.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I'm going to fuck you now</span>, he said. I like how it felt when he positioned himself between my legs. He was completely naked, but I was still wearing a shirt and sweatshirt, long brown skirt, and socks.<br /><br />He put on a condom and slipped himself inside of me. I stared up into his face. He held me down by my wrists. <span style="font-style: italic;">Do you want to feel what it's like to be pounded?</span> he asked and fucked me hard. I whimpered some more.<br /><br />I felt warm and happy, content to pretend I was a young girl. He had his way with me, and I watched his expressions change. I felt the warmth of his skin and the weight of his body. I felt blissfully accommodating.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I'm going to come--you're going to feel me come now</span>, he said, and I listened to him groan as he came inside of me, fucking me hard.<br /><br />Ten minutes later, when his hands were on my body and I was about to come, strong feelings moved inside of me, and the sadness overwhelmed me as the pleasure grew. I felt like I was going to cry but didn't, and then the moment of coming was a great comfort.greenlacewinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12562121085336765777noreply@blogger.com2