Not dead!

It's a bit embarrassing to see how long it's been since our last post. I can't say I have anything very sexy to post at the moment, so instead I'm going to write about why that is.

Todd and I started this blog while temporarily separated due to travel. Being away from home always sparks my libido, and it seems to be accentuated if Todd isn't with me - absence makes the heart grow fonder, and all that. Unfortunately, most of the time, my libido is nowhere near as strong as I'd like it to be.

It's kind of a difficult thing to come to terms with, because I used to think of myself as a very sexual person - as a teenager and then college student, I rarely lacked for desire (or partners). It was a great time, very exploratory and really just lots of fun. But over the last several years (I'm now in my mid-twenties) my baseline libido has been much lower, albeit with some excellent high points like the first 6-12 months of my relationship with Todd. So I really feel like I've lost something that used to be part of me. I know what I'm missing!

There's no shortage of possible explanations for this - stress, lack of novelty, medication, reaction to painful sex (long story), whatever. Lately I've been thinking that this is actually my real baseline, and the reason I used to be so much more sexual was the hormone storm of adolescence. But maybe I'm wrong.

This has been the subject of much thought, so I have a lot to say. More in future posts.

Bookstore, Part 2

We reach the car, you smirking and me trying to touch as much of you
as I can while walking. You open my door, since I'm not making any
moves in that direction, and instruct me to get inside.

As I sit down, I can feel the dildo sliding inside me. It's getting
awfully slippery down there. The pressure on the walls of my pussy is
very distracting; I can hardly think of anything besides you touching
me.

You get in and start the car. As you begin to drive, I lean over to
you and put one arm behind your neck, stroking your thigh with the
other hand. You feel so good... I slide my hand up your thigh,
brushing against your package. I can tell you're hard.

Suddenly you slap my hand away. "You need to learn to be more
patient," you say. "Besides, you don't want to make me crash."

I move my hand back to my own lap. Just as I start to brush my fingers
against my crotch, you grab my wrist. Hard. "No touching yourself,
either," you order me. I moan and arrange my hands on my knees, far
away from any of the parts I'd really like to touch. I look over at
you, admiring your chiseled face and sensuous lips, currently fighting
a grin. My gaze slides down, checking out your masculine chest and the
hint of softness at your belly. Lower, now, to the bulge in your
pants. I imagine opening them and pulling down your briefs, allowing
your cock to spring free.

I squirm in my seat, feeling the pressure of the dildo inside me. I
close my eyes and imagine that it's not plastic, but flesh - your hard
cock, warm and unyielding, filling me up and stretching my pussy to
its limits. My legs fall open and I move my hips involuntarily as I
fantasize about being fucked by you. It's so hard to keep from
touching myself, but I obey your instructions.

Soon we pull into the bookstore parking lot. As we walk inside, you
remind me: "Be good. You wouldn't want everyone in the store to know
what a dirty girl you are, would you?" I shake my head, but the motion
of walking is making me very aware of my wet, swollen pussy. I begin
to think that I won't care who sees us, as long as I get to fuck you
soon. The industrial carpeting on the floor is starting to look
awfully comfortable - I wouldn't mind a few rug burns.

We reach the smut section, and you seat yourself on a stepstool to
read. I try to crouch on the floor, but that narrows my pussy so that
the sensation is almost unbearable. I stand up instead, turn my back
on you, and choose a book randomly. I flip through it, trying to read,
but I can't concentrate. I pick another book, which turns out to be a
Kama Sutra full of pictures. That's more my speed, and I slowly turn
the pages, mesmerized by the hot couples doing all the things I want
to do right now.

I move closer to you, so that my ass is just brushing your shoulder.
You don't respond, so I do it a little more while enjoying a
particularly hot picture. I'm suddenly shocked when you clamp your
left arm around my hips and use your right arm to pinch my ass, hard
enough to hurt. "I thought I told you to be good," you whisper,
keeping me pinned until I promise to behave myself.

You release me, but then whisper "come here." I move around to your
side, and you show me the book you're reading. "How does this look?"
you ask. It's very hot, and I say so. Of course, in my current
condition, anything would sound good, but I keep that to myself.

"What do you have?" you ask me, and I show you my book. "Mmm," you
say, flipping through a few pages. "I think we're all set. Ready to
go?" I bite my lip and nod enthusiastically.

You put your arm around me, steering me to the front of the store. One
finger slyly brushes the underside of my breast, and I melt against
you. I try to maintain decorum as you pay for our books, but I'm
pretty sure everyone in the store can see the hungry way I'm looking
at you.

As soon as we get into the car, I pounce on you. I pin your shoulders
back against the seat and kiss you greedily. "I want you. Right now!"
I insist, fumbling with your fly.

You push me away and start the car. "We're going home," you inform me.
I must look awfully disappointed. "But I will allow you to get started
now," you say, pulling your penis out from your briefs. I reach for it
immediately, stroking up and down the shaft, twirling my finger around
the head, and rubbing the pre-come up and down that really sensitive
spot.

Now it's your turn to moan and squirm. I bend down and lick the tip. I
can tell you're about to tell me not to do that, so I suddenly take
the whole shaft into my mouth. You moan and move your hips, making
sure that I have free access.

Luckily it's a short drive home, because I don't think we could make
it much longer. You slam the car into Park and we both rush inside. As
soon as we get inside the door, we start ripping each other's clothes
off. I try to remove my panties, but you make me keep them on.
"Wouldn't want your dildo to come out yet!"

I start to get down on my knees to continue sucking your cock, but you
pick me up and carry me into the bedroom. You lie on your back and
pull me on top of you in the 69 position. I'm happy with this, and
immediately go back to licking and sucking your cock. I can taste the
pre-come.

You slip my panties to the side and lick my clit. I almost fall over,
but you hold me up. You push on the base of the dildo, making it move
inside me. I moan with your cock in my mouth, and that makes you moan
too. Pretty soon, you push me back onto the bed and kneel in front of
me. You rip off my panties and grab the dildo. Just to tease me, you
give it a few last thrusts before sliding it out of me.

Suddenly I feel empty and bereft. I clutch at you, begging you to fuck
me. Instead, you casually rub my clit with your thumb while stroking
your own cock. I lie there whimpering with helpless desire, thrusting
my hips and twisting my hands in the sheets. "Please, honey, please, I
need you inside me," I beg. You give your cock a few more strokes -
just to make me wait - then enter me all at once.

I scream with pleasure. The fake cock kept me horny all evening, but
the real one feels so much better. I love having you inside me, and I
babble incoherent endearments as I clutch at your back and shoulders.
Oh god, it feels so good. I don't think I can wait very long to come.

The pleasure overtakes me, and I abandon myself to it. I'm dimly aware
that my head is buzzing and I can barely feel my fingers, but all I
care about is the feeling of your body slamming into mine. I dig my
fingers into your back as my orgasm starts to build. Suddenly you
start fucking me even harder, grunting with effort and desire. We
explode at the same time, our cries mixing in the quiet evening air.
You collapse on top of me, and I'm the happiest girl on earth.

Bookstore, Part 1

"Let's go to the bookstore tonight," I suggest. "I want to have a sexy
book to read while you're away on your trip."

"I like that idea," you respond. "But are you sure you're in the right mood?"

I look at you quizzically. I'm pretty damned horny, as you are fully
aware. You stare at me intently, then take my hand and lead me into my
bedroom. "I want to make sure you won't get distracted while we're
there."

You sit on the edge of the bed, leaving me standing in front of you.

"Take off your shoes and socks." I do.
"Now your shirt." Again, I follow orders.
"I want to watch you touch yourself."

I slip my fingers into the cup of my bra, brushing them against my
sensitive nipples. Mmm, that feels good. I reach back and unhook the
bra, letting it drop to the floor. Now I have easy access to my
breasts. I cup them in my hands, lifting them and feeling their
weight. I circle one nipple with a finger, then roll it between a
finger and thumb. I'm beginning to breathe heavily.

"Good girl. Take off your pants."

I do as I'm told, then resume touching my nipples with one hand, while
the other slips into my panties and strokes my clit. It's getting hard
to stand up.

You pull me onto the bed, push me down, and slip off my panties. You
slide your hand over my pussy. "You're very wet." I moan.

You lean over and kiss me, stroking my clit at the same time. I'm
getting very turned on, arching my hips toward you and making little
noises.

"Would you like something inside you?" you ask.
"Oh god, yes, please fuck me!"
"I didn't say I was going to fuck you, greedy girl. I want you to stay
turned on while we're out."

I had forgotten about the plan to go out. And I really want to be
fucked. "Please," I beg.

You open the nightstand drawer and pull out a soft dildo. You pour a
little lube on it and stroke it to spread the lube around. I watch,
fascinated.

Then you slowly, teasingly, slip the dildo inside me. It feels so good
to be full (though not as good as it would feel to be fucked). I moan
and squirm.

I realize you're no longer touching me. You're picking my panties up
off the floor and sliding them onto me. "Get dressed," you order me.
"With it still inside?" I ask.
"Yes. That's how I'm going to make sure you're suitably turned on
while we're out."

I dress clumsily. Every move I make lets me feel the dildo pressing
against the walls of my pussy. I don't think I'm going to make it very
long.

You take my hand and lead me to the car.

...to be continued...

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Fun in the Bahamas

"Race you!" I shout, standing up and sprinting toward the water. Giggling, Alison gets up too and gamely chases after me. I careen into the water, running until I'm waist-deep and then diving in head first. Alison follows behind me more gingerly, wading in gradually and testing the water with each step.

Fortunately, the Carribean water is warm, and she's soon in up to her waist. I swim back toward her and begin splashing her teasingly. She splashes back gamely. Soon her bikini top is soaking wet, cleavage glistening with water droplets.

She slides gracefully into the water and swims out toward deeper water. I follow. Once we're both too far out to touch the bottom, she begins treading water and turns around to face me. Glancing mischievously back at the shore, she grabs me around the waist and kisses me hungrily.

The bobbing of the waves makes a prolonged make-out session difficult. Soon she takes a breath and slides under the water. I can feel the fabric of her bikini top brushing against my stomach as she slides down my body, planting little kisses on my chest and abs.

Alison brushes her fingers against the bulge that has appeared on the front of my swimsuit. Then, grabbing the front firmly, she pulls it out and down, exposing my now-erect member. She has just enough time to wrap her lips around it briefly before she has to come up for air.

She bobs up to the surface with a wicked smile. She kisses me hungrily, takes a deep breath, and goes back underwater. This time she goes a little bit lower. She grabs my penis with one hand and begin stroking it lightly. With the other hand, she grabs my swim trunks and slides them further down my legs. When I realize what she's doing, I try to kick her away, but it's too late. She emerges triumphantly a few feet away from me with my swimsuit in her hand.

Irritated, I lunge in her direction, but Alison is a better swimmer than me, and she easily evades my pursuit by heading further out to sea.

Admitting defeat, I stop and begin treading water again. Noticing that the trunks float, Alison smirks and tosses them a bit further out in the ocean, where they drift lazily on the surface, well out of reach.

"Hey," I complain. "I'm not going back to the shore naked!"

"Then you'll have to do as you're told," she retorts. "Be a good boy and roll over onto your back."

I glance back at the shore and see that we're far enough out that no one is likely to see what we're doing. So roll over onto my back, with my cock standing to attention several inches out of the water. Alison swims up beside me, grasping under my ass with one arm and grabbing my cock in the other hand. She begins tracing delicate fingers around the head.

I've spent the last two days admiring her scantily clad body, and those of other hot girls vacationing on the beach, so I'm very horny. I groan appreciatively as she begins stroking faster.

Glancing down, I see that she's lying partially on her back, tits peeking up from above the water. While she's concentrating on the job at hand, I sneak my hand behind her, and before she can react, I unfasten her bikini top. After a brief struggle, I pull it away entirely, leaving her breasts gloriously exposed. Her nipples stand to attention in the breeze.

I pull her toward me and begin sucking hungrily on one nipple. Her whole body shudders from the sensation. I squeeze the other nipple between thumb and forefinger. She clutches onto me as her body shudders with the sensation.

But soon, determined not to be distracted, she reaches down to my still-erect cock, which is now under water, and begins jerking me off again. As the pace of my nipple-sucking slows, she grabs my hair and pulls my head back, forcing me to float on my back again. Once again my cock is exposed to the air, although this time it's more fair: her boobs are peeking above the water too.

Drinking in the sight of her half-naked body bobbing above the surface of the water, I feel a familiar tingling sensation spreading from my balls. Seconds later, I explode, spilling strings of thick white liquid across my chest and stomach.

Still wearing that mischievous grin, Alison pulls herself toward my head and give me a long kiss. Then she turns around and slips into the water to grab my swim trunks, now a few meters away. I get a tantalizing view of her ass before she disappears below the water's surface.

"tangled up"

Lumpesse is one of my very favorite sex blogs. Today I happened to look back at the archives and found this post which I liked very much.

With each looping of the rope around my ankles or wrists, my heart beat faster and I felt myself getting wetter.

There was something delicious and utterly terrifying about what was going on. With my legs and arms finally bound I felt I had no outlet at all for my sexual energy. I felt like no more than a bundle of nerves and warm flesh at the mercy of J. I longed for him to touch me but I didn't dare to ask - in fact I apparently remained silent the entire encounter. I could swear I said a few things but J claims I just stared at his face the entire time.

It gets better.

Bonus: also getting to read about it from J's point of view.

Strip 500, Part 3

Continued from part 1 and part 2.

We'd never been with another couple before, but Alison didn't give me any time for reflection as she pulled me toward the bed. She backed me into the bed, pushed me down, and crawled on top of me, pressing her chest against mine and devouring my lips with hers. If I had any second thoughts about what we might do with Jason and Melanie, they didn't last very long. It's very difficult to think clearly when a gorgeous woman is pressing her naked body against you. She worked her way down my body, planting kisses my neck, my shoulders, and my chest. Her breasts brushed softly against my stomach and thighs.

When I recovered from this sensory overload sufficiently to notice my surroundings, I saw a naked Jason straddling Melanie's stomach and pulling her bra down to reveal a breast. She gasped every time his tongue flicked at her nipple. Melanie's voice is a little bit lower and throatier than Alison's, and I loved hearing her moan and whine under Jason's teasing.

Jason reached under her and unclasped the bra, pulling it off and throwing it on the floor. I couldn't resist reaching over to grasp her breast, rubbing the nipple lightly between my thumb and forefinger. Melanie's breasts are not as sensitive as Alison's, but I was still able to elicit an appreciative groan as I kneaded her nipple with my fingertips.

My attention was jerked back to the girl on top of me as I felt Alison's lips engulf the head of my cock. She lightly brushed my balls with her fingers and I could feel her hair tickle my thighs as she licked me. I was dimly aware that Jason had worked his way down Melanie's body and was rubbing her clit through her panties, but it was awfully hard to concentrate on anything but the intense sensations between my legs.

I was dimly aware of Jason whispering conspiratorially in Melanie's ear. She looked uncertain and whispered back. Jason glanced over at me, hugged her reassuringly, and whispered again. Melanie's nervous expression became slightly mischievous as she rolled over toward me and planted a kiss on my lips. I responded in kind, and she became bolder, pressing her body against me and grasping my face with her hands.

Jason, meanwhile, was intently examining Alison's body, which he'd been lusting after all evening. Alison was on all fours by my crotch, her hips in the air and her legs slightly spread. I felt Alison's body shudder as Jason reached between Alison's legs and brushed her clit. After a few more seconds of attention from Jason, Alison's attentions to my cock became sporadic and shuddering, as she succumbed to the intense stimulation between her own legs. Soon she collapsed into my arms and spread her legs further, giving Jason more convenient access. He took full advantage of the opportunity, slipping two fingers deep inside of her while his thumb strummed her clit. All the stimulation had already gotten her extremely wet, so it only took a couple of minutes for Jason to bring her to climax, all the while she was cradled in my arms, clutching at me as if for dear life.

In the meantime, Melanie and I were still kissing, and I was hesitantly exploring Melanie's body. She still seemed a bit uncomfortable, so I started off slow, touching her upper body and occasionally squeezing her breasts. When she didn't object, I worked my way down her body, touching her stomach and inner thighs, and occasionally brushing my finger tips against her outer lips. But as Jason brought Alison to climax, it became clear that she wanted more as she pressed her body against me and spread her legs wider.

I began to explore her body more aggressively, eliciting more of her throaty moans as I rubbed her clit and felt her body shudder with every movement of my fingers. As I brought her closer to the edge, she stopped kissing me and lay on her side, clutching at me and enjoying the ride. As Alison lay on my chest, basking in the afterglow of her orgasm, I brought Melanie to a shuddering, screaming climax. I was amazed to hear such big noises come from such a small and ordinarily demure girl.

Alison whispered in my ear to ask if I minded her sucking Jason's cock, and I nodded my assent. Alison turned around, grabbed Jason's shoulders, and pushed him onto his back. Alison gives amazing blow jobs, but I am, alas, almost never able to come from oral stimulation. Jason didn't seem to have that problem. I watched in fascination as she teased and tortured Jason with her lips and tongue. He whined and begged when she slowed the pace of her efforts, but was reduced to incoherent gasping when she pulled him deeper into her mouth and sucked on him harder. His groans became more frequent and more guttural until he came in her mouth. Alison took all of his cum into her mouth and swallowed it.

I decided I had waited long enough. With Jason lying in a daze, I grabbed Alison, flipped her onto her back, and nudged her legs apart with my knees. Oblivious to our audience, I pushed myself deep inside her, eliciting groans and whimpers. As Alison has written, she's definitely a vaginally orgasmic woman, and we were so turned on that it only took a couple of minutes before we came together, in a shuddering, groaning climax.

It was only after I had collapsed on top of her, basking in afterglow, that I remembered that Jason and Melanie were still beside us. They were staring intently at us, and Jason had a nakedly lustful expression on his face. Too bad for him, I thought, that I'm the only guy who gets to fuck Alison.

With a Couple

Someday I hope I can write like this:

“So you've never been with a couple before, Catherine?”

The question surprises him. Laura is rarely this direct when it comes to sex. The question seems to catch Catherine off guard too. She places her glass down slowly, buying time, and then says, "No." She smiles, pushing the puzzlement aside. "I've wanted to, for a very long time. I seems like I've been waiting forever. But I never met the right people, or the timing was never right, and-"

Laura gets up and takes the empty seat on the sofa. "But now you've met the right people, haven't you? Now the timing's right?"

Catherine's smile cools at the hint of rancour in Laura's voice. It's subtle, but it's there. For a moment, he thinks of interceding, then stops himself. There would be no point. It would have been better if this had happened earlier, but if Laura was going to blow, nothing in this room would prevent her.

He sits back, mentally wincing, his belly crawling with fear and uncertainty.

Catherine shifts awkwardly in her seat, as though struggling against the urge to withdraw. "Yes."

Laura tilts her head. "And why is that?"

"Honestly?"

"There's not much point in anything else."

Catherine looks to her left, directly at him, and then turns her gaze back to Laura. "Because of him. The timing's right now because of him."

"My husband?"

"Yes."

Laura looks at him herself. "Why? Are you in love him?"

Catherine's laugh is brief, sharp. There's no smile to marry up with the laughter though. Laura's eyes become flinty.

"Are you mocking me, Catherine?"

"Of course not."

"Then why laugh?"

"Because you thought I was in love with your husband."

"And you're not?"

"No. I'm in love with my own husband."

Laura shakes her head. "Then why are you here?"

Catherine smiles again, a warm, gentle smile this time. "Because I want to experience; to touch and to taste and to know the desires of others. Because my husband doesn't want any of those things. And because talking with your husband helped me accept that for some of us, there's too much adventure in the world to sit watching it pass by."

Laura picks up her glass and drains most of its contents in a single draught. "And now you want him?"

"No." Catherine leans forward, softly puts her hand on Laura's bare knee. She slides closer on the sofa. Now there's little more than a foot of space between them. He's spellbound, aware that the rawness in his midriff is easing, that the bitter tang of defeat in his mouth is fading away.

Catherine leans forward until her mouth is only inches from Laura's. "Now I want you both."

Their first kiss is patient, delicate. Their lips do little more than brush together in languid sweeps. He feels himself beginning to rise already.

How quickly things change.

The women pause, draw back fractionally from one another; he sees the hint of surprise in Laura's liquid green eyes. For a few seconds, they regard one other in silence, and then Laura leans forward, instigating a second kiss. This time the connection is deeper, more thorough. His wife strokes Catherine's hair back from her face, lets her hand fall to the other woman's shoulder, fingers trailing down the outside of her arm. Catherine shivers, inches closer, deepening the connection.

Oh, it gets better...