Dropped Call

It started last night before work. CB was horny and texting dirty to me. He wanted to have phone sex, but I told him I was getting ready for work and we could do it in the morning when I got off work. We exchanged pictures for the first time. My tits and pussy for his cock. I must say, he has a very nice looking cock.

So, I get off of work this morning, take a shower, get in bed, and set up. This time I give myself a visual aid and start a porno because I don’t want this session to last forever like it normally does; I want to go to bed. I get warmed up, then call him.

“What are you doing?” he asks.

“Playing with my pussy, what are you doing?” I ask.

“I’m playing with my cock. It’s getting so hard. I love hearing you play with yourself. I want to make you cum.”

“Mmm, thank you for the picture last night,” I say.

“Oh, did you like that, baby?”

“I did, very much,” I tell him.

“How are you playing with yourself, baby?” he asks.

“I’m rubbing my bullet in small circles over my clit. It feels so good, but it would feel even better if your cock was inside me.”

“Ooo, baby, you make me so hard. Tell me what you want to do,” he says.

“I want to start by laying next to each other, me running my hand up and down your chest, eventually making my way towards your cock. I wrap my hand around it and start stroking. Once its hard I straddle you and slowly slide my pussy down and over your cock, burying you into me. I slowly ride you up and down, then once I have a rhythm I speed up.”

“Mmm, that would feel so good. Next I want to get you into doggy style position and start by rubbing the tip of my cock all over your pussy. Slowly, I will stick my cock in, inch by inch. I stasrt fucking you slowly, then go faster and faster.”

“Ooo, that feels so good,” I moan. It does feel good, me rubbing my bullet over my clit, watching a scene with three guys and two girls. We spend a few minutes breathing heavily while we play with ourselves. He tells me he can cum anytime and encourages me to keep going so that he can cum with me.

I finally start to feel my orgasm building, and I tell him I am cumming. My breathing gets heavier as I start to lose control.

“Oh, come on baby, I’m cumming too—”

That is when our call got dropped and we lost connection. We were both past the point of no return so we finished our orgasms without listening to the other. I called him back once my orgasm was over. We laughed about the bad timing, and planned for a retry in a few days. I laughed myself to sleep, and am still laughing now.

Lazy Day

I woke up on my technical Saturday. I had things I wanted to do (grocery shopping) just to get out of the house, but didn’t feel like doing it just yet. I decided to just read. It was my weekend, and I didn’t really need to go anywhere until work in two nights.

I read, and a few hours into reading, I decided to masturbate. I wasn’t feeling particularly horny, I just wanted to feel the buzzing of the bullet on my clit. I got up to get my fresh batteries and popped them into my bullet. I took off my sweats and hopped under the covers, holding my Kindle with my right hand and rubbing the vibrating bullet on my clit with my left.

It felt good. I wasn’t reading anything erotic, and there was no pressure to orgasm. It was relaxing. I played with the bullet, not paying attention to time. It didn’t seem long before I felt the orgasm take control of my body.

My roommate was gone for the next few days, leaving me alone in the house. I let myself moan loud. The orgasm felt good, and while I came, I put the book down and just paid attention to the sound of my moans, listening closely to the different stages of my climax. It was a turn on in itself hearing myself orgasm, making me orgasm even longer.

The first orgasm wasn’t that strong but it still felt somewhat satisfying. I went back to reading, and not long after I decided to go for round two. The bullet was still on my clit, and all I had to do was turn it on.

I kept the same position as the first time, leaning back against my pillows, under my covers, using the bullet with my left hand, holding the Kindle with my right. The second orgasm came even faster and stronger than the first orgasm. It felt great and refreshing, masturbating not to orgasm (though getting those results), but just to feel good. It was a lazy day, and it felt wonderful.

Early Morning Phone Sex – Part 2

“Hey baby, what are you doing?” he asked in that naughty tone.

“Mmm, just laying here, naked in bed, thinking about you,” I answered back, just as naughtily.

“Ooo, that sounds nice. Wish I could be there with you. You should get your bullet ready,” he said.

“Who says its not already ready?” I ask teasingly, slowly turning the dial with my free hand, feeling the bullet come to life.

“Is it on? What are you doing with it?”

“Yeah, its on, and I am rubbing it in small circles around my clit, thinking about how much I want you right now, pretending you were here next to me.”

“Mmm, yeah, imagine me walking in on you playing with your pussy. I climb in bed with you and start kissing on you all over, loving on you. I take my cock and slide it into your already wet pussy. I go slow, just sticking the head in at first, then slide in deeper and deeper. I start thrusting slowly, then get faster and harder. You rub the bullet faster on your clit, until you’re ready to cum. I keep going, faster and deeper until I feel you cum and squirt all over me. Oh. baby that’s so hot,” he tells me.

“Oh, yeah, that is hot. Ooo, but I want to suck your cock,” I tell him. I say this hesitantly, because he told me earlier that he didn’t like getting head as much as most other guys. I was disappointed to hear this, since it’s my favorite thing to do.

“Oh, baby, you can suck my cock. I want you to suck my cock,” he answers back.

“Mmm, I take your shaft in my hand and lower my lips onto the head. I just kiss it at first, then give it a lick, circling it with my tongue. Slowly I raise my mouth over your cock, taking you in, inch by inch. Once I take in all that I can take, I slowly pull my mouth away, all the while massaging you with my tongue. I slowly start to bob my head up and down, until I get a good rhythm. Once I get a rhythm, I go a little faster until you seem somewhat close to climax, then I pull out, and climb on top of you, sliding your hard cock into my dripping wet pussy.”

“Oh, that feels so good, don’t stop hun,” he breathes into the phone.

“You feel my tits with your hands, then move them down to my hips, helping to guide me up and down on your cock. I take my bullet and rub it on my clit. It doesn’t take long for me to hit that sweet spot on my clit and your cock to hit my g-spot. Oh, yeah, that feels so good,” I moan. I can feel the orgasm take me and I tell him so. “Mmm, I’m cumming, I’m cumming, ahhh, oooo, ahhhhh,” I moan as I orgasm.

“Oh, baby, keep going, don’t stop, I’m cumming to, ahhh, ahhh, ooo,” he moans in unison with me.

We are both panting from our orgasm. It felt good, and the fact that we came at the same time is an even bigger turn on.

Note: Obviously this is a shortened version of the actual phone sex. We mentioned and scenarioized a lot more positions, but it was hard to remember them all. It was still hot, nontheless.

Quitting While Ahead

I had plans of masturbating for a while, but just never got around to it. Finally, before bed that morning I was able to get around to it.

I decided to use something for insertion this time. I opened my toy drawer with intentions of grabbing a glass one, but grabbed non-vibrating Lelo instead. I went to clean it off in the bathroom sink before sliding it into my already wet pussy.

I got on bed and put it in. I then put the batteries into my bullet and was ready to go. I leaned back against the pillows and went to work.

I rubbed the bullet around my clit and relaxed with the sensations. I took my right hand off the remote and thrusted the Lelo in and out, but quickly got more distracted by the bullet.

It was only a few minutes of playing when I started to feel my climax. I was thinking about a girl from work and our plan to hopefully play together someday soon. Those thoughts got me off, fast.

I was surprised at how weak the orgasm felt, compared to others. I thought it was the Lelo so I took it out. I should have went for a glass, or even the Raquel. I licked the Lelo clean. I love to taste my arousal.

I decided to go for round two with just the bullet. It only took a few minutes thinking of Dakota (that’s what I will call her), before I was cumming again. It was still weak, maybe even weaker than the first orgasm.

I went for round three, which was pretty much the same as the round before, only weaker. I was starting to feel even more frustrated than I was before I even had my first orgasm. I decided to quit while I was ahead, and went to sleep. As weak as my orgasms were, I sure slept well.

Bedtime Story – Part 1

When Will and I were together, he had a thing for furry stuff, which eventually turned into a sexual hang up for him. He could not be turned on mentally unless he pictured furry/pokemon type scenes, instead of being turned on by me alone. I helped fix that by cybering (before we moved in together) with him and after we moved in together, we would each take turns writing a scene on my phone as we lay in bed together. That usually got him in the mood. I have his permission to post these. Since I have run out of things that I want to write about, here they are. This is part one. I believe there are five. Keep in mind the basic setting if furry/pokemon type, and a few were done on a MUCK client called Pokemon Fusion (Pokemon fuse with human). I hate that place for other reasons, but like the few stories we made.

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It had been some time since his sweetheart had been truly his, some time since his coils had held her helpless in the grass, either hand gripping a pillowy breast, leaving her room to breathe and struggle but not escape, fangs poised against her neck from above…

She loved it when he held her down like this, loved being dominated by him. Hell, she just loved him and gave herself completely to him. As he held the tiger bitch down she wrapped her back paws around him, pulling them closer together.

“Gods you’re hot, girl,” he had hissed, sure to let his tongue tickle through and beneath her neck fur. He’d shifted to slide his body fully along her back, his textured scales rubbing from along her belly to beneath her tail, obviously trying to tease and warm her up. All the while he’d held that same slight grin, drunk with the power she allowed him.

She loved it when he teased her like this. It never failed to make her ready for him in seconds. She loved the thrill of having him there so close to her, not knowing what he was gonna do next, or how far he would take it. Sometimes he gave her just enough tease to make her want him more, but most of the time he followed through with what he started. She wanted him, was ready for him. She moaned with pleasure and need. “Please,” she said, “I need you inside me soon. I don’t know how much more I can take. It’s been so long, and too long at that.”

Hearing her moans, her need, he grinned wider, tightening his coils a bit, then relaxing them, revealing that his need had grown just as much, pressing against the base of her tail, sliding along her bare skin. “How badly…?” he rumbled, though they both knew it was too late to put it off any longer, and with a sharp grunt and tight coil, he pressed himself deep, closing his eyes and reveling in the beginnings of feelings they’d both gone too far without.

The instant he slid inside her was the instant her body gave way completely. She melted around him and tightened around him. She flexed a few times, giving him a gentle squeezing tease. “Oh, yes, right there,” she moaned as she thrust her hips upward to take even more of him in.

He allowed himself a deep moan, eyes half-closing as his fingers, coils, and maleness took deep purchase, letting himself embrace being laid so bare in his brutal dominance of his tiger bitch, quickly fitting his body flush to hers. At her movements he released his grip a bit, allowing her to work him so, enjoying how her body could make him feel again after so long.

She began a rhythmic grinding of her hips, moaning each time he went deeper inside. It was amazing how fully satisfied he made her, inside and out.

Soon he laid almost completely still, testing her strength, groaning with the tight grip around his power, heat rising quickly. With how long it had been, he wouldn’t need much. “Gods, I’d forgotten…” He shifted, dragging his muzzle against her chin, groaning into her throat, needing this hold.

“Mmmm, you feel so good,” she moaned softly. She could feel the pressure deep inside her building, and she knew it wouldn’t take much longer for her to reach climax.

Unable to keep himself from flexing against her strength the serpent renewed his grip with a loud grunt, closing his eyes and twisting himself to thrust again into her, shaft straining to contain the building pressure. “Ahh… Can’t hold it… any longer…!” he groaned, unable to resist the full, powerful wrench of his entire body as he gave in and bit down on her neck, thick seed shooting against her eggs.

At his thrust she wrapped her front paws around his back, being careful of her claws. Tilting her neck to the side to welcome his love nip, she let out a deep moan. Her body had reached its full climax as she tightened her grip around his filling manhood.

For a moment they were completely alone save to each other, their bodies tightened around each other as their peaks mingled into a moment of bliss for them both. He seemed to relax first, trembling softly, keeping his eyes closed, hands gripping her shoulders. “Mmh, mm…

 

Closer

Everytime I have sex with D, I think I come closer and closer to having an orgasm, whether it’s vaginal or gspot, I am not sure. This past Friday was no exception.

Sitting against D, he whispers in my ear how good I smell. I thank him, and he replies with another whisper, “Wanna go back in my room and fuck?” he asks. “Hell yes!” I eagerly respond.

We both jump up, and head to his room. As soon as his door was shut, his lips were on mine. As we make out, he gives me a gentle shove onto the bed. When I sit down, facing him, he pulls out his already hard cock. I wrap my left hand around the base, pulling his foreskin back, and put my mouth over the head to suck.

I run my tongue around the top, then the sides of his head. I lower more of my mouth onto his hardness and begin to suck. I love the sounds he makes. As I suck, I wrap my right arm around his back and pull him closer.

After a few minutes, I took my mouth off of him to catch a breath and he lowered the rest of me onto the bed and undid my pants. I took off my shirt, revealing my pink and black negligee.

He got a condom on, put my legs over his shoulders, and guided himself in. Mmm, he felt so good, and I told him so. He started with slow thrusts of his cock in and out of my pussy, then got faster and harder.

After a wonderful few minutes, he pulled out and got on his back so that I could try being on top. I was nervous, but he was patient and told me to take my time. I kept fumbling with his cock, trying to get it in. Eventually I asked for help.

Once he was in, I slowly moved my body up and down. I had one knee on the bed and the other leg half standing, so there was a lot of room to move around. He began bucking his hips up and down. Honestly it felt better than when he was on top, because just then I felt a wave begin to take over my body, a feeling I get right before an orgasm. Unfortunately, he slowed down just as soon as I recognized the preorgasmic feeling.

I began moving my body up and down again, and he began moving his hips up and down again. That wonderful, teasing preorgasmic feeling came back. Just as I was about to say something, I got a really bad cramp where my right leg met my hip. I had to tell him about that instead.

We switched positions and he was back on top, pounding my pussy. Harder and faster, he pumped his cock into me, until he reached his climax. I didn’t orgasm this time, but at least now I know what to expect, and possibly have some toys ready to make the climax easier.

Mount’n Dew

“What would you like to drink?” D texted as we were making plans to hang out the next night, this time at his place.

“Mount n dew me, please,” I texted back. There was definitely a double meaning there. I wanted to drink mountain dew, and I wanted him to do me.

“Can do,” he replied, with a wink.

The next night I arrived right on time, met his room mate and got the grand tour of the place. We ate dinner (he cooked roast and potatoes in the crock pot). It was delicious.

We all chatted for a bit, until D pounced on his room mate (who was sitting on his bed in the living room). We all got into a tickle fight, his room mate (who I will call Brad) being the one being tickled.

When Brad couldn’t take it anymore, we all calmed down and settled to watch some shows on Netflix. I made myself at home by sitting up next to Brad along his headboard. D turned out the lights and we all sat back and relaxed.

At one point during the show, one of the characters said something about doing things to unsuspecting people in the dark. I looked at Brad, grinned, and said “Like tickling!” and attempted to tickle him. He grabbed my hand and held it down. We ended up holding hands, with him eventually snuggling up next to me. It was nice.

After a few episodes, D came over and sat with us. He attempted to harrass Brad, but Brad stopped him. I rested my right leg on D’s lap, with my left leg behind him. He began rubbing my foot, travelling up my leg, eventually rubbing the inside seam of my crotch. My breathing got heavier.

Brad snuggled up closer and began rubbing his hand all over my cheeks, neck, and chest. I just laid back and relaxed, no longer paying attention to the show.

Brad began kissing the side of my face, while D situated himself between my legs, kissing and nibbling up my legs, to my inner thighs, the rubbing of my crotch getting heavier, along with my breathing.

Brad had me sit up and began to take of my shirt. D went for my pants. I was now only wearing my black lacy negligee. D and I kissed, then, Brad and I kissed. I reached up to unbutton D’s shirt. He got that wild, sexy look in his eyes that turns me on (I was already way turned on at this point. I could feel my wet pussy throb in anticipation of what was going to happen next.

Brad got my tits over the built in bra cups and began sucking on my left tit while D went for my right. I reached out my hands and began to feel and rub their awaiting hard ons. While D was sucking on my tit, he moved the cloth of my underwear to the side and began fingering me, then rubbing my juices around my clit. I arched my back and Brad began kissing my neck and chest.

D got up to run to his room to get condoms. While D was getting condoms, Brad got his pants off, as well as his boxers. D came back and undid his pants, then slid off my thong. Brad took off my negligee. I was completely naked and the guys were just wearing shirts.

As D mounted me, I took Brad’s cock into my hand. I began (attempting) to jerk him off while D fucked me. They both felt good. It was such a turn on to have a dick in my hand while another was in my pussy. D and I kissed, and then he bent his head to whisper in my ear that he wanted me to suck him. I said okay and he pulled out.

I moved the pillows to the foot board and leaned against those. D took off his condom (green apple flavor I think) and I began to suck while Brad got his condom on. I helped him guide his cock into me while I suckled on D’s. It was hot; I was doing my two favorite things at once. I had cock in my pussy and mouth.

After Brad had his orgasm, D put on a fresh condom and climbed back on top of me. We kissed a lot more, and under his breath he whispered how hot I was that night. I thanked him and kissed him some more. D soon had his orgasm, and we all got dressed.

It was a great night, and I definitely hope it can happen again. Also, Because there were so many things going on in the heat of the moment, I feel like I have missed a lot of details. This may or may not be true. Either way, it was hot. Thank you D and Brad!

Lucky

We mentioned a quickie in our texting last week, but at the time we didn’t have enough time to be that quick. He said that if I was lucky, on Sunday he would come over after he got off work, before I went to work.

I woke up Sunday afternoon feeling very lucky. I brushed my hair, put on my sexiest red thong, and favorite red negligee. Over those I put on some blue jeans and a very see through, low-cut white shirt. “Yeah, that doesn’t look obvious,” I chuckled to myself as I played with the lighting in my room, waiting for him to arrive.

There would be no time for our usual ice breaker movie/dinner. Oh, how I wanted to jump his bones, but a small part of me was nervous inside still, my shy side. He gave a light knock on the door.

I opened the door to let him in, and before I even had the door shut, his lips were on mine. He kissed me on the mouth, sucking on my bottom lip,  traveling to my neck, nibbling, biting, and kissing all over.

I led him over to my bed, where I took off his sweater, and then his shirt, running my hands and nails all over his back. I took off my white shirt and tossed it to the side.

“Ooo, that’s sexy,” he said, seeing my negligee and smiling before kissing me some more.

“Mmm, thank you,” I replied as I undid his belt and pants to let them fall down. We kissed some more, and he started rubbing between my legs. I pulled down his underwear and began massaging his cock with my hand. He carefully lifted off my negligee, being mindful of my still fresh nipple piercings.

I gently pushed him onto the bed and motioned for him to lay back against the pillows. Once he was situated, I sat next to him, leaned over his cock and went to work with my mouth. I teased the tip with my tongue, and as my tongue moved lower, so did my mouth. I used my left hand/wrist to hold me up, while I used my right hand to hold the base of his cock. I tried to multitask by stroking it up and down while sucking on the head, but could not keep up the rhythm.

I changed my tongue rhythm, and changed my bobbing rhythm. I loved hearing him moan in pleasure. As I sucked, he ran his hand over my leg and thigh. Oh, that felt so nice.

Because my wrist became numb from using it to hold myself up, I sat up and smiled at him. He pulled himself forward and kissed me some more, massaging my tits with his hands, careful of my piercings. His kisses got deeper and more passionate, even thrusting his tongue in my mouth. I went nuts and kissed him back even more aggressively, gently nibbling and sucking on his bottom lip.

After we calmed down from the kissing, I went back to work, this time curling myself up next to him, using a pillow as support. I wrapped my left hand around the base of his cock and lowered my mouth, teasing and licking with my tongue on his head. Slowly, I took more of him in my mouth and began bobbing my head up and down his hard cock. He started moaning for my again, and running his hand over the parts of my body he could reach.

I sucked him for another good 5 minutes (maybe more, I was not trying to look at the time), until my neck started to cramp from the movements it was not used to. I sat up, and we kissed some more. He moved his body so that he was next to me, wrapping his arm around my waist, to pull me in for a closer kiss.

After making out for a minute or two, he sat up to remove my pants. He ran his finger along my pussy, feeling my clit, then dipping two fingers into my very wet vagina. He thrusted his fingers in and out, slowly at first, then picking up speed when I got even wetter. He moved his now soaked fingers and rubbed circles around my clit, using the slightest pressure at first, and applying more as each small circle completed. He was kissing me at the same time his fingers were playing with my pussy.

Soon, his fingers were back inside me, fucking me even faster. “Mmm, that feels so good,” I moaned softly. With that, he sat up once more and reached for a condom at the side of my bed. Once it was on, he asked me if I wanted to be on top. I said “Sure, though I haven’t had much experience with it,” I answered slowly. “Thats ok, I’ll warm you up,” he said, and with that he entered me.

His first thrust banged my head against the footboard of my bed, so he grabbed my hips and scooted me down. He thrust into me again, this time without my head hitting anything. He picked up his pace and went to work.

I scratched my fingers down his back as his cock pounded my pussy, both of us breathing heavily and moaning. It had been a long time since my breathing became audible and I moaned during sex. It felt amazing. I did not try to quiet myself, though I did not get too loud.

He thrust deep, he thrust shallow. He moved his hips from side to side, letting his cock get every angle of my pussy. He rode me, and he rode me hard. I felt the pressure of my g-spot fill, as his cock tends to hit my g-spot perfectly. I tried to ignore the sensation that sometimes felt overwhelming, and concentrated on the good. I wrapped my hands around the footboard of my bed, moving my body with his, moaning and breathing heavily.

After a very amazing 15 minutes (at least, possibly more), he was ready to cum. He pulled me closer, and bent his head to kiss me, then gave several last deep, slow thrusts. We kissed some more, then I hurried to get dressed for work, and him for home. We chatted a bit, then it was time to go.

I was in a great mood that night, grinning from ear to ear. One coworker asked why I was glowing. I told them I was just in a really good mood from having an awesome day. I think everyone knew, or at least had an idea that I had just gotten VERY lucky in bed. I have to say that was some of the best sex I have had in over 2 years. Thank you D, you are great!

Thanks ;)

D kissed me, and in doing so he sucked on my bottom lip. My first thought was that hes been reading my blog. I smiled and eagerly kissed back. He smiled, while kissing me some more. I took off his shirt.

I led him to my bed, where he first took off my shirt, then my pants and thong. As I was getting out a condom from my stash under my bed, he ended up getting the rest of his clothes off. I admired his body by running my hand over his chest, then taking his cock in my hands to put the condom on.

Once the condom was on, I scooted back onto my bed, where he climbed on top of my, guiding his cock into my ready pussy. I asked if I needed lube, as I wasn’t sure how wet I was.

“What do you think?” he asked, as he slid deeper inside, my wetness very audible.

“Ahh, I guess not,” I said, smiling.

He started with slow thrusts, then getting faster and deeper. He kept a very steady rhythm, only slowing down a few times to pace himself. Eventually though, he had to cum. He gave one last deep, slow thrust, then reaching himself forward to kiss me.

“Thank you,” he said, smiling.

“You’re very welcome, and thank you,” I said, grinning back.

Name Calling

One thing that always creeped me out was saying someone’s name during sexual activities. I get especially turned off at the idea of hearing my own name during sex. I just have never liked my name. Though, I also have never had my name called out during sex, partly due to me stating that I thought it might be a turn off. Who knows, maybe I would like it? I am kind of afraid to try.

Because I don’t like the idea of hearing my name during sex, I have never called anyone else’s name out. Now, I don’t know if people really do this normally. I am sure some people get extremely turned on by it, but it could also be just something in the movies. I am not really experienced enough to know.

I know a few years ago I ended up “accidentally” watch my friends have sex on webcam. They tricked me into it really. We were just casually chatting, and the next thing I knew they were having sex, and she was calling him “Daddy.” The camera was placed so that it only showed from the waist up, and she was wearing a shirt. They still give me shit for watching, but hey, they started it, and I was a little curious, and only slightly disappointed that I didn’t really see anything.

Despite all this, there have been several times that while masturbating, I have quietly called out the name of the person I was thinking of. The first time I did this, Will was at work and we were still at work. I felt very weird doing it, but I tried it.

The other time I did this, I ended up calling out (quietly), D’s name. I just said it over and over before and during my orgasm. It may have just been me, but the orgasm seemed slightly more intense than usual, but not much because I had been at it for a while with dying batteries.

I am considering trying to clear my mindset of not being turned off by hearing my name, and maybe not be so creeped out by calling someone else’s name. Is it normal to call out the person’s name you are fucking or thinking about while masturbating?