He slides my arms up over my head and holds them above me with one hand as he kisses me. His other hand slides down my side till he reaches the edge of my shirt. He brushes his fingertips up my ribs until he reaches the underside of my breasts. He gently cups one, his thumb lightly brushing my nipple. He softly orders me not to move my hands, and takes off my shirt. Then he kisses a trail down my body starting with the soft spot behind my ear to my throat, stopping for a few minutes at my breasts, taking my nipple into his mouth. Alternating between laving it with his tongue, and taking soft nibbles, he worships one while he rolls the other between his fingers. He works his way down my stomach lightly nipping at my hip, making a stop to trace the outline of my tattoo with his tongue. He places kisses along the top of my skirt, while one hand slides up my leg drawing circles on my inner thigh. He slowly removes my panties as I arch off the bed, following close behind with his mouth. He kisses a trail from my hip to the junction of my thighs. He slowly tortures me with soft kisses and slow licks, purposefully avoiding the place I need him most. As I start to tremble he slides one finger in, pumping in and out as he curls his tongue around my clit. He quickly sheds his jeans and before I even miss his hands and mouth he’s inside me and I’m coming apart, scraping my nails down his back.
Monday, August 25, 2008 at 2:30 PM
My birthday is coming up, and I always get the urge to do something slightly radical to celebrate another year of me. This year I am thinking clit piercing. But I'm a little terrified. Everyone says it doesn't hurt and that it doesnt take that long to heal, but I don't want to have to go several weeks without ANYTHING. Also I am scared of losing sensation, which I have heard has happened to some women. I still have a couple of weeks to decide, but a little friendly advice would be much appreciated!
Monday, August 18, 2008 at 7:37 PM
I have spent the summer with my sister and her husband, and I have discovered that although she is many years older than me we share a few funny little quirks. We both hate sandwiches, snort when we laugh and twirl our hair when we are lying in bed. The one thing I noticed the most during my stay was the way my brother in law always refers to her as his wife. He says "Where is my wife?", "How is my wife?", or "What is my wife doing?" instead of "Where is K?". But he doesn't say it in a neanderthal chauvinistic way, he says it in a sweet reverent way, almost like he still can't believe he has her forever. They have been married 15 years, and have a child, and he still says "my wife" with the devotion of a newlywed. This sort of affection and devotion always gives me hope that becoming a statistic in the ever rising divorce rate isn't inevitable.
Plus I know they have lots of sex :)
Friday, August 15, 2008 at 9:56 AM
I went to lunch with my sister today, and after our fabulous Chinese meal I opened my fortune to the most amazing fortune ever:
"A small lucky package is on its way to you soon."
This needs no embellishment. Be jealous.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008 at 1:36 PM
Every year my friends from high school and I try to get together for a week at the beach. Just to catch up and hang out. Our first year out there was by far my favorite. Our house was huge, beautiful and right on the beach. It was a week of drinking and debauchery. The second to last night we were there we got especially drunk, too much sun and not enough food. Enter Emily. She was beautiful in a sweet kind of way, and her beauty really was soul deep. All the girls there insisted she was the ideal female; sweet, soft and also brilliant. She was also the best kisser I have ever had the pleasure of kissing. We had been drinking a lot, and dancing and one thing led to another and we were making out on the deck. I had kissed a few girls before, but never to this extent, and never had I been as turned on by a girl as I was for her. Did I forget to mention that her boyfriend happened to be my high school sweetheart, who I am very good friends with? He wandered outside looking for her and found the two of us. Whoops, but at least he wasn't upset just amused. She still remains one of the best I've ever had, and we still talk every once in a while. I may have bi-curious tendencies but when it comes down to it, I love men, but I would give them up for Emily, she is that amazing in bed and out!
Saturday, August 9, 2008 at 10:36 PM
Sometimes I feel like I am speaking a different language. I was just talking to E, and I commented that I was going to make a lesbian profile on a dating site so I could see what girls were into me. (I haven't really decided if I want to pursue the chick thing yet, but have been having increasingly hot lesbian fantasies lately.) He made some mumbling about how that was funny. And then went into FULL HYSTERICS about some sci-fi show that had weird english dubbing. My lesbian fantasies get nothing, but the wrong words on an episode of Battlestar Galactica gets five minutes of chuckles. Am I the only one who finds this disconcerting?
Friday, August 8, 2008 at 12:19 AM
I have never met a guy who didn't like sex, and rarely one who refused it when offered. But what I haven't met yet is one who loves women, and from that springs his love of sex. The kind that wants to spend hours with his face between my legs strictly because he loves making me cum. I want a man who loves watching my face as I orgasm, who cares about the act of sex, more than the orgasm at the end. I'm not selfish, I would make those hours more than worth his time, I love to give almost more than I like to receive. I don't mean to insinuate that the ones I have been with were selfish or bad lovers, they have all been good in different ways, but none have felt about sex the way I do. I know these men exist, the ones who find sheer delight in all things feminine, all their smells, and tastes and sounds. I have yet to find one, but I am definitely looking.
Thursday, August 7, 2008 at 1:26 PM
My first HNT! Its really only so I can share my beloved tattoo with the world. It has personal meaning, and I've had it for a few months. I have the bug to get another one, but I haven't made a decision. Have a happy HNT!!
p.s. It looks like its lopsided in the picture, but its not.. weird.
Monday, August 4, 2008 at 8:27 PM
ME: i want a russian accent
"E" : i want a russian chick
"E" : or czech
ME : oo me too
"E" : u love soviet pussy dont u
ME : bahahahahah
This made me laugh so hard I snorted. Sexy huh?
at 7:27 PM
I have not done laundry in weeks, out of pure laziness. So I am forced to wear one of the last pair of underwear in my drawer. I know what you are thinking, granny panties with questionable elastic. Oh no, the only ones left are completely lace boy shorts in red and black. This is the sad state of my sex life, the only clean panties I have left are the sexy ones because I have no use for sexy underwear! How fucking sad is that? I may cry.