This one has a lot of sex.  Skip if you like.  😉

Okay.. so I need to put my whole BRCA genetic cancer deal on a slower track.  The next test will take a few weeks or a few months.  So I guess this isn’t going to be a sprint.  Which is nice.  I feel this urge to enjoy.

Part of what seems kinda unfair about this is that I finally gushed.  I’ve squirted for a few years and I recently reached a new peak.  I gushed.   I thought it was a fluke.  It wasn’t.  Damn you Quinky!  You sexy beast!  Quinky cursed me.

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Just Keep Playing

This one contains very graphic and descriptive sex***

I was taking a nap while he snuggled me and played a game on his phone. I was tired and it was the early evening golden hour.  I felt so warm and complete after my short nap.  I rolled over and he rolled with me, and I woke as he petted me absentmindedly and played his game.  He pressed himself against my back side for just a moment, and I returned his motion.  Mmm.  I was waking up now.

I roused little by little, and my body woke too, and so I went in tiny little increments from a dead sleep to writhing against him.  I rolled over and kissed him deeply and then grinned mischievously as I said “Keep playing… I want you to keep playing your game”.  He grinned and I undressed him.

I rubbed him and kissed his body, meeting his gaze when his eyes drifted from his game to me.  I worked my way down his body, and took him in my mouth… playing with him.  I watched him struggle to crush candy.  I loved his efforts, in vain, to make a move while I sucked his cock.  I’d ease up a bit here and there, watch him try to comply and focus a moment on the game, and I’d do the things he likes, swirl and tease and take him deeper, work my tongue on him until his arm fell and the game rested forgotten on his chest and his head rolled back.  I loved playing his body like that, working him up to a pause, not pushing him over the edge.. once.. twice.. again.. again.. again.

When I couldn’t take it anymore, I took off the things I’d slept in, and soaking wet, I sank to the hilt.  I leaned back and watched his body react to me, his game forgotten on the bed.  I locked eyes with him as I built our fever.  I flooded quickly, drowning him in me, and loving his expression as he realized I had gushed.  Everything was wet, so wet.

I talked to him about how hot it made me to suck his cock, asking him if he could feel how I loved it, saying and feeling things about belonging, and in that moment he was mine and I was his.  And when he came, I came again, clenching down on him, feeling him hot and wet.  I couldn’t stop, even feeling he was trying to still my hips because he was so sensitive after coming.  I ground against him anyway and squeezed him until he was soft.  Every nerve in my body floated in a thick delicious pool.

Calmed again after a while, languid, I picked up his game and snuggled to him to watch him crush candy.  I petted him and watched him finish and lose his game, but I didn’t feel too badly for him.  😀

The Case for Cunnilingus

Last night I had drinks with Quinky Girl and Peaches.  We had supportive, real down and deep girl talk.  They called me on being a “spinner”, which of course I am and know I am, but they pointed out something about my spinning.  It’s a simple idea that kinda struck me.  I struggle sometimes and think or “spin” too much.  It bothered me that what they were saying was true.  I know that they’ve gotten to know me in a really unique time in my life, and I’m an external processor and overcommunicator, so everything I feel comes out, and sometimes analyzing things was better than losing it and crying on the floor.  This thinking and spinning is part of a process for me, which they supported in a really cool way, but maybe a part that doesn’t have to be as large or as painful as it is sometimes.  And it sounds dumb, but I think I got a little nugget from that.  I knew that they were wrong about some things, like the extent, but I also knew that they were right about what they were saying, and what they were saying to me was important.  And I appreciated the reassurance too.

Oh last night… I had too many drinks.  So, early this morning I woke up and downed a glass of water and Motrin and still woke with a headache.  I was thinking how nice it would have been to have my favorite headache cure… an orgasm.  For this piece to work, we’re gonna have to suspend the fact that I could have just masturbated.  Go there with me.  It’s fun.

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Crazy Dream

Warning- This one is sexually graphic and about Traveler and Cleveland.

Monday night I had a steamy dream that I had a threesome with Traveler and Cleveland.  It was pretty damn graphic and pretty damn enticing.  I was embarrassed to wake up all wet and writhing.  The weird part about this is that I have never consciously fantasized about being with two men, and now that I dreamed it, I can’t stop thinking about it and wondering why I haven’t fantasized about it before.


Tatuaje- Ballet Nacional de Ecuador

In the dream we were all just so… beyond physical friction.  It was a deeper more emotional thing… my men doing this for me, loving how excited they were making me, taking pleasure in me and me in them, my loving how they were making me feel and how I made them feel, and me lost in them, utterly and completely owned by them.  God.  I’m getting excited just thinking about it.  I told Cleveland about the dream and got so turned on just telling him that I had the dream, not even sharing details, that I came rubbing against his leg and begged him to fuck me.  I watched his face, lost in his breath and my own desire, and had this kind of rolling orgasm that was like waves crashing again and again and again.  I absolutely soaked my bed.  I’m not even sure you can say I squirted.  I think you’d have to say I gushed.  I masturbated this morning while thinking of last night, and while thinking of that dream.  Good Lord.  What has gotten into me!?!?

I have talked to both of my loves about sexual exploration.  They are both open-minded but I think this one might be a tough sell.  Cleveland at least liked the fantasy and my reaction to it, and I think may even be willing to consider it.  Traveler is such a wild card.  Some things he seems interested in trying or will try.  Some things he seems willing to humor, liking how much I’m into them.  Some things just aren’t his bag, but he accepts those and doesn’t seem judgmental about them.  So I think it’s safe to at least tell him my fantasy.  It’s unclear to me how he’d react to me having this dream, much less expressing a real interest in it.  I think he would not be interested but he surprises me all the time.

In the dream and my fantasy it’s not a thing that happens between Cleveland and Traveler, beyond how comfortable they are together.  I have fantasies about being with two bi men, much like my favorite FFM threesomes, but I’ve never really fantasized about being the pivot in a MMF threesome.  That’s odd even to me.  I don’t know why I haven’t.  Maybe it’s my occasional self slut-shame.

The thing about this that is just sending me over the moon is the idea of this passion with two men THAT I LOVE.  I can’t imagine the joy of opening the way I do with them and the sensations of them together, the dizzying pleasure of Cleveland’s breath on my pussy with Traveler’s cock in my mouth.  I almost shake at the fantasy of being filled with these men in every way I can be filled by them.  I want to touch and suck and feel and smell and lick and taste and connect with every part of them.  I want everything that I am at that moment to be about them, with them, in them, there at their pleasure and they at mine.

Traveler’s skin and Cleveland’s mouth

their kisses

their taste

his smoothness and his soft fuzziness

my hands in his hair and him sliding his body against my ass

knowing by the feel that those are his hands

watching his face

aching and fulfilled

his smell.. his body reacting

lost with him


and him

feeling his motions and his caress

giving all of it to him

my mouth, my hands, my lips, my tongue, my eyes, my mind, my pussy, my ass, my thighs, my skin

wanting more of him

opening for him… oh… God.

You mean you can actually massage with that thing?

Great Date and I made a lovely lovely discovery.  We were both feeling a little tired, but a little randy.  I have this fetish for male masturbation.  I always have.  I just love to watch.

masturbationThere’s something very sexy about getting to observe as he strokes himself, watching him get more excited, maybe helping just a little.  Often his eyes are closed and you can just soak him in, watch his body quicken and respond to pleasure.  You can see how he likes it, long and slow or short, fast, hard, light, grazing, gripping, whatever.  I like everything about it.  I love watching him respond and watching his nerves settle as he becomes more into what he is doing and less aware of me watching.  I like how at first it might make him just the teeniest bit apprehensive, but after a while he settles in and LIKES letting me watch, performing for me.  It’s a private porn show just for me and each time is a little different.  I like the growly sounds and the ragged breath.  I love his pre-cum.  There is just something really enticing about it.  I like watching his body flush and his free hand grasping the sheet.  I like watching his body stiffen and his cock swell, and I love the moment right before he cums.  I like the almost surprised look his muscles make and then.. I love to watch him orgasm.  It’s such a show, watching a man come!  Sometimes it shoots and erupts and other times it flows like rushes of lava.  I love watching his balls constrict and holding them just while he ejaculates.  Amazing.  Continue reading