i can't wait

I love this photo. I love that she's not naked. I know that sounds odd, but the way her jeans are tugged down, her shoes are still on, suggests that urgency: I'm not waiting for you strip, you're taking too long, I'm doing this… right now.

rope magic

creating the illusion of non-sexuality

A sample of items around my apartment in plain view hastily shoved into closet before visit from parents.

01. various books
02. leather blindfold
03. pieces from my growing collection of "ceramic erotica"
04. floggers
05. handcuffs
06. photograph of a dungeon set from a porn movie
07. standard vibrator
08. standard dildo
09. various postcards from the wall above my desk
10. lube

two cum sluts on 29th street

I want to see you get fucked by a lot of men. I want to watch them come all over you and after they are done, I'll lick every bit of cum from your body and then fuck you.

We had a lot in common. We had similar goals. We exchanged a few e-mails, then graduated to the phone. Soon, we were exchanging videos of unusually potent cum shots from RedTube.

We finally decided to meet. He chose a bar I'd never been to and will probably never go to again for reasons soon to be explained. The place was packed with a few office holiday parties and we shouted over the drunken crowd with Santa hats. We found a place at the bar, and after some light generic conversation about work and the holidays we quickly got down to talking about why we were there: his insatiable oral fixation and my general love of debauchery. Neither of us bothered to keep our voices down as he talked about his love of nipple clamps and having his tits chewed to oblivion. I talked about my love of flogging and semen. He had yet to suck a cock, but was eager to do it. Licking come off of someone is great, but there's nothing like drinking straight from the tap.

I was wearing a rather long, wool skirt and he was rubbing my thigh sweetly. I excused myself to the bathroom and whispered in his ear, "I'm going to take off my tights and my underwear."

When I returned, we noticed a booth was open by the door. We gathered our drinks and our belongings and settled into the corner of the booth. It was just to the left of the entrance and on a slightly raised platform. We settled into the corner facing outward and continued our conversation. His hand slid up my skirt and started teasing my clit. I lifted my ass a little so he could gain better access and soon he slipped a finger inside. I could feel the lining of my skirt grow damp. I nibbled on his neck keeping one eye on the door. Every once in a while someone would walk by, no more than 5 feet away, oblivious to what was happening just to the right of them.

He lifted my skirt higher and slipped his hand under my ass, slipping one finger back into my cunt and another in my ass, pumping in and out vigorously. I buried my head into the crook of his neck, muffling my groans. Every now and then I would catch the bouncer eyeing us and I would tap his shoulder. We would part discreetly, each of us temporarily returning to our drinks. He slipped his fingers out and put them to my lips, so I could lick up my juices. When the coast was clear, back went the fingers. He went in deep, curling his fingers inside me, hitting my G-spot with one and fucking my ass with the other. I bit into his shoulder, lifting my ass up while demurely tugging my skirt down. I gripped his shoulder as I came on his hand, growling into his sweater. He slipped his fingers out and brought them to my mouth again.

It was getting late. We both had to get going. Outside, I lit a cigarette and we both stood for a while making chit-chat. We had both eased ourselves against the wall. There were construction walls and scafolding in front of the bar, making it a slightly less exposed area. He moved behind me and suddenly dropped to his knees. He lifted up my skirt and dove under, licking my ass. I gasped and leaned forward slightly. I watched a group of people walk by across the street and I kept my eyes on them as I ground my ass into his face. My lids grew heavy and I moaned as his tougne lapped my asshole. He spoke often of his oral fixation and I was beginning to see what he meant. My knees buckled and then I noticed a couple coming down the street. I reached behind me and tapped his head. He lifted up and I straightened my coat and skirt. We kissed and parted ways.

D.I.Y.

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The mind-body problem

I hated doing it. I've never pulled the curtain down in the middle of an act, but it wasn't working. I wasn't happy. On paper, it sounds like everything should have been fine, but it wasn't. We met once before and had dinner together. It was fine. I wasn't feeling the sparks, but we had a lot of the same kinks in common and he was nice. Maybe the sparks would come later…

I tried to be in the moment, but it was not happening. His kisses were odd, his touch was off, I felt no connection, but I figured I just needed to get into the mood. It was our first time together, he wasn't used to my body. I wasn't used to his teeth. He pulled off my my top and unbuttoned my jeans slipping his fingers into my underwear. He slipped a finger into my cunt, a bit surprised that I was so wet already. I was, too. My twat has a mind of her own.

He pulled off his shirt and stood above me as I sat on the couch. He pulled down his underwear and I went down to suck his cock. Soon there was a long string of drool coating my chest. He was long and thick. I went down to the balls, taking it down my throat, running my tongue along his cock. He grabbed my head and started to fuck my mouth. It is rare that a cock in my mouth and a hand on the back of my head does not relax me, but something was off.

He sat back on the couch and I laid across his lap. He reached around and slipped his fingers in my cunt and pulled, forcing me upwards. He slipped in another finger and fiercely fucked me, hitting my G spot and flicking my clit with his thumb. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the grinding. I was not thinking about him, but I came twice, clutching my thighs together, trapping his hand inside me. He asked me what I was thinking about. I pointed at his cock and nodded at my cunt. "That, in here."

But first a little flogging. He had mentioned that he was big into florentine. I had my doubts. It looks too fancy for me. A lot of perfume, but not a lot of substance. But I was willing to give it a shot. It was erratic feeling, and oddly stingy. It created a breeze. It was like getting scratched, more than hit. I think it probably looks better than it feels. I was relieved when he grabbed me by the neck and led me to the bedroom. I sucked his cock for a while, then he took my head in his hands and started massaging my face. It was weird. Then he slapped the side of my face, then the other side. Again, there was nothing bad about this in and of itself, but there was just something about it that felt… off. He pulled out a condom and then excused himself for a moment. He came back with a cock ring and put it on. I've never been with a guy with a cock ring. I didn't know if it was a good thing or a bad thing.

But his cock felt right. I started on my back, resting my legs on his shoulders. It started off with that comfortable fullness, slowly easing in and out. Again, I closed my eyes, trying to go with the flow. He leaned into kiss me and I accepted it for a moment before turning my head to the side and offering my neck instead. Soon he started banging away. He moved my left leg over around him so he was fucking me from the side. This was even better. He could get in deeper and the angle was hitting me just right. He came at me hard and fast, and I demanded harder and faster, pushing my hands against the wall to force myself back on to him. My pussy was there, but my head was not. I was not happy and I didn't know why.

Then the ear thing. I've been having some weird ear thing lately. My right ear will plug up for no apparent reason. It's really annoying. He's banging away at my cunt and my ear pops. It's really, really annoying. I had to stop. I did all the tricks you do when your ear pops and it wasn't working. Then suddenly he slapped the left side of my face. My left ear immediately started ringing. "What the fuck!?" I said, pissed. He thought it would help. It didn't. Now, instead of one fucked up ear to deal with I had two. I thought, with some people, that might have just made me laugh. I would shake my head, lay back down and spread my legs. Not this time. "I'm sorry, but I don't think it's going to happen."

I know it was confusing. He said, "But you were so into it." It may have seemed that way, but I wasn't. Not really. I would rather be honest than pretend to feel something I didn't. I don't fake orgasms, either. It's not fair to anyone. This had never happened to him before. Honestly, I've never done it before. I used to just take it. Go through the motions with someone I wasn't into, afraid of being disappointing. So I would wait until he came and left and I would feel like shit. Well, fuck that.

He's not used to rejection and I hate to bruise an ego. We talked a little and he was surprisingly understanding. He said, I looked sad and I suppose I was a little. I don't know what happened and why, but I do know if something doesn't feel right, don't do it. I didn't want to lie to him. Is it possible to look passionate and not feel it? How can my body betray my mind like that? He did say that I sucked cock like a gay man which I take to be a good thing.

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I do not want to be one of those people. One of those, "I had a great date so I must blog about it immediately" people. But shit! I just had a fucking awesome date and I must blog about it.

I was not expecting much. I've been on enough blind "online dating" dates to know not to expect much. We met at a casual bar near my place. Local. Low key. I was early and sitting at the bar reading a magazine and drinking a Maker's Mark on the rocks. He tapped me on the shoulder. He was cute. He looked like his picture. He was "really" cute. We had some drinks and had some bar food. I got a burger. He got the wings. He had that hipster nerd thing going on that I love. He had this whole multi-culti thing going on that I love. Dad from Denmark, Mom from Trinidad or something. I don't remember. He runs his own business in this extraordinary, slightly antiquated industry that totally turned me on. There's something very old-world, yet completely modern about him that I find fascinating.

He was in a band. Studied film in college. Fuck. You had me at "Hello".

We moved on to this new bar near me I've been meaning to check out. They do some burlesque, not the big leagues Little Brooklyn / Dirty Martini stuff, but good for some fun. I tried their signature drink, some crazy concoction of Maker's Mark, grapefruit juice, muddled cranberries... normally more than 2 ingredients is too much or me. I hate "girly" drinks. But it was pretty damn good. The second one was just as good. And the third.

Then he got down to it. The "what are you looking for" question. So I laid it out and I've never done this before...

I want a partner, a boyfriend (I hate both of those terms) a significant other, but I do not believe in monogamy. I want someone to share my life with, who will also be willing to explore sexually with other people with other genders... to me, sex is a playground, and I have no intention of limiting myself to only one playmate for the next 30 years.

Then there was the awkward bit. The slight pause as he took stock. "Did I just freak you out?" I ask. I'm all about being honest these days. I don't want to waste my time. I don't think I put it this clearly since I was drunk at this point. All I remember is him saying something about wanting to get it on with Johnny Depp at which point I may have had a tiny orgasm right there on the stool.

At some point he pulled me in for a kiss and fuck... he is a damn good kisser. Fuck. We're making out like idiots at the bar. They're playing "Let's Get Physical" and the dancer is doing her thing with the pasties and she's got that insanely creamy skin that I fucking covet.

We finally decide to leave and he's tipsier than I am on his Stoli and tonics, which I find cute. We're on the sidewalk and I'm having a smoke (which he finds kind of kinky!). We start making out again and they're playing "Brick House" and we're necking and singing along... "chicka bow, chicka bow, chicka bow wow..." And it gets to that part that I LOVE. We're pawing at each other and I push him away, then we go in to kiss some more and we're clutching each other and I PUSH him away again, because not tonight. Not yet. When we do, I will fucking rock his world. But not tonight.

And I walk away... "She's a brick... house. She's mighty mighty. Just lettin' it all hang out."