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[17 May 2005|03:58pm] |
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First night in this new house and I feel like a child at Christmas, or on my birthday. Everything is new and different and I'm all hyper from the day spent moving furnature and placing items strategically around the place. Can't be bothered cooking, so it's two minute noodles out of brand new bowls, with brand new cutlery and fat coke from brand new glasses.
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| Hot for sleepygirl |
[08 May 2005|10:44am] |
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She lay on the bed behind me, gently breathing in and out. One breast exposed, nipple erect. She moaned every now and then, adding to the stiffness of my cock. I fantasised about how slutty she can be. What she would do to me if I were the one that slept later all the time.
I would be curled up beside you when you woke, dreamily complaining about the sudden loss of warmth and comfort. You would purse her lips and frown, thinking of a nice way to wake me up.
Gently, taking care not to wake me yet, you'd get out of our bed and make your way to the desk. Already feeling the excitement and anticipating how sexy your plan would be, heat began to grow between legs. You plonked down into the chair and opened the laptop, glancing back at your lucky victim to make sure I was still asleep.
I was breathing a bit hard, almost snoring. I looked disturbed, like I was having a bad dream. Poor baby, you though. I hope he's in the mood when he wakes.
Your breathing would start to match mine as you perused your s&m porn. You imagined yourself in the scenes, being tied up and fucked with mechanical dildos, or just wearing slut clothes like you know I love. You put a leg on either side of your laptop, up on the desk, and started rubbing yourself. You didn't know that this was your plan, but it felt good: masturbate furiously until your moans woke me up.
Your plan was failing, though. You were moaning and bucking hard against your hand. You were feeling like such a sexy slut, getting off in the same room as a sleeping boy. You desperately wanted me to wake up, now, so that I could finish you with my sleepy but lusty tongue. Your lust made you even wetter, and you knew you couldn't hold out for long.
"Ohhh, mmmm, OHH!" You could feel your orgasming vagina spasm on your own hand, gripping it tightly with need. It was an intense orgasm and all you wanted to do now was go back to bed.
You didn't bother cleaning your hands or thighs of your wetness, it made you feel good to have it on your skin, making you smell sexy and naughty. You didn't bother closing your laptop, either. You were exhausted and afterglowing, and just wanted to cuddle me while you drifted off to sleep.
You put your hands on either side of my hips to get a leverage point, with which you could lift yourself up from and deposit your body next to mine, on the right. As you tried this, you slipped and fell on top of me. Fuck! You thought you might have hurt me, and were about to start apologising and making amends when I just moaned and gave a sleepy smile, still asleep and content.
As you moved slowly to get off me and move next to me, your pussy accidentally rubbed my thigh. It sent a little shiver down your spine at the renewed clitoral contact, and you remembered your desire to give me a nice wake up present.
You decided to rub your cunt on my body, this time, your loud moans would be my alarm. You did this for some time, feeling sexy and wonton, but disappointed at the fact that I wasn't waking up. You started getting a little sleepy, and slid up and down slowly and slower, but still feeling the incredible sensations.
As you got sleepier, I became aroused and entered a semi-awake state. I started rubbing back up at you, loving the sensations too.
We fell into this humping pattern for a fair while, we were both too sleepy to be fully conscious of our actions. Somewhere during this time, you moved your cunt high enough so that when you started rubbing down again, you slid easily onto my cock. You didn't really take note, though, sleepy as you were, what you were doing.
I didn't, either. Not at that very moment, anyway. I got harder and started thrusting up into you, and our moans grew louder. We slowly fucked for a good 20 minutes before I finally awoke and realised what was going on.
"Oh, fuck," I breathlessly moaned into your dangling tits. They were gently slapping my cheeks, and I tried to catch a lick of your nipples as they went to and fro around my face. Unbelievable lust enveloped me, and I grabbed your hips and started to fuck upwards into your pussy, hard.
You kept sliding up and down on my body so that every time you came back down, I would feel my dick enter you again. The cold morning air would gently breeze onto my cock, cooling it, and your warm, wet hole would slide down again, heating it. The extremes of the two temperatures were fucking good, and I started moving my hips up against you too.
After a short while of my hard fucking, you entered into consciousness again. I couldn't tell that you weren't really awake when we started, of course, but I could sense something different. The first thing you did when you woke was to push your cunt down onto me, hard. We gasped together, and I almost opened my eyes to grin at you, when I thought I'd just pretend to be sleep-fucking, as it were.
There's something pretty sexy about the idea of being woken by fucking, and then proceeding to fuck until you're exhausted, and then you fall asleep with your fuck toy in your arms.
So we fucked. Long, deep and relentless thrusts of me into you had you screaming in delight. Every few humps, I would lick one of your nipples, or bite one, at random. You loved the randomness, it made you want to clamp my head down and force me to lick one at a time. Wanting me to do such things excited you because you knew I would do it, but you knew you wanted me to do it unbidden.
Instead of leaving it to chance, you simply pushed your tits down onto my face with wild abandon. The movement of your body gave us a new fucking angle, as your arse moved up a little bit and I moved down a little bit, to escape your breasts. I couldn't move, I couldn't breathe. All I could do was to lick or bite your nipples, touch your sides with my hands, and feel my dick in you.
I decided to bite you. You moaned and squirmed on me, and I could feel you strain against my hardon. Oh god, too good. I'm going to come. I need more air though so I bite you again to get one last breath. I bite hard and it fucking hurts. You're about to ask me what the fuck I'm doing, but at that moment, I thrust my tongue into your mouth, silencing any protest.
You started feeling the build up, now, and our sex was intensely wet and wild. We didn't care about rhythm anymore, we just wanted to get off. I used your cunt as a wet hole, you used my dick as a hard rod. We each other hard, so amazingly hard and fast.
I shot my sperm into you, feeling your cunt muscles milk it out of me in their own orgasm. We went back to sleep, and dreamed.
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| Ze germans |
[05 May 2005|03:48pm] |
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Writing out my sexual fantasies on the train yesterday arvo.
Business woman in some fucking power suit sits next to me, starts reading about some Costello power struggle or some shit.
Tilt my writing pad a little in order to alleviate the strain on my wrist which is writing fairly fast and passionately.
She glances down at it, in fact.
I continue to write.
She looks again.
And continues to steal covert glances at my steamy sex story.
Using extra explicit terms for the anatomy of the girl I'm writing about. Refering to her cunt, her tits, and pussy juice.
Business woman suddenly finds it hard to concentrate on her boring newspaper.
Legs become a bit.. squeezy.
She's in the seat closest to the isle, and as I get up to get off at my stop, her head cranes to follow my pad as I move to put it away.
She reads the last part before finally standing up and letting me by.
The pen is, uh, mightier than the sword?
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| For My Sweetness. |
[04 May 2005|10:26pm] |
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A text message. Somehow one of the sexiest means of communication. I gulp the last of my beer and open the inbox of my mobile.
"Now."
I lock and throw my mobile into my bag and fiddle with the neckline of my shirt. My toes are curling and I'm chewing on my bottom lip, a sudden absense of confidence takes me and I sit and fret about it for a few moments. The BEEP BEEP, BEEP BEEP of my phone makes me jump and I dig it out, again opening up the inbox.
"I won't bite."
Some deep breaths and I think about it rationally. This is the man I've enjoyed so many months with, felt completely open and comfortable with, shared everything sexually with. Why am I nervous now? Because this time it's different. This time it's like the first time. It's a game, it's a chase, it's a fucking hunt. I feel vulnerable and insecure and chased and incredibly turned on. Momentarily, I forget that this man is the man I am completely, mutually in love with, and let the nymphonic predator lurking in my brain take over.
I pull my shirt down and shamelessly check out my own cleavage. Smiling, I rub my arms and marvel at how much I love the fishnet shirt he gave me, and how good it looks underneath everything, hitch up my black, sheer stockings and wriggle a bit in my new underwear. I remember seeing them in the shop and my smile widens. They were black silk with red stitching, about two millimeters of black lace at the ends, and only managed to cover half of my arse. My carefuly planned black skirt hugged my hips and accentuated my legs, and I'd spent the whole night rubbing them together, thrilled by the way the material of my stockings felt. Some chunky heeled black shoes, a little bit goth, but pretty cute, a hasty straightening job on my hair, and no makeup at all, I'd managed to sweep into the pub only minutes after I'd supposed to.
Sliding down the staircase towards the bathrooms, my phone goes off again.
"Hard."
I giggle at the silly joke, and hit reply.
"I hope you are referring to something other than the severity of your bites."
Seconds later another beep.
"Come find out."
So I jump down the rest of the stairs and glance around before skulking into the men's room. It's empty, it's Tuesday night, hardly anyone is even in the pub. He's there, lounging against the gleaming tiled wall, smoking. I swing my hips and bum as I get closer and his eyes are on me the whole time. I let mine roam around him and I'm very pleased with what they find. Tight, faded jeans, tight, faded t-shirt, black doc martins, big blue eyes and a tiny hint of stubble on his chin. The labret piercing makes my knees go weak, and I sidle up to him slowly, trying desperately to look sultry and in control. Inside, I'm imagining tearing him apart, ripping the clothes from his body and fucking him silly for hours, right there and then.
"Can I have a cigarette?" I ask quietly.
"If you do me a favour," he replies. I just hum my curiousity. He grins. "Take off your shirt."
I actually cross my arms and pull at the hem of both shirts for a fleeting second. I'm so used to doing what he tells me to. But then I remember that tonight is different, we've never met, I don't even know his name. I put on a look of mock indignancy and scoff.
"Certainly not."
"I'll take mine off, if you do."
I forget the cigarette and take his t-shirt off, lightly digging my black fingernails into his belly and up his chest in the process. He takes a moment to bask in the fact that he is being undressed by a breasty, slightly goth girl who is obviously only just holding back throwing herself onto his dick and rips both my shirts from my body. A few seconds admiration at the pretty bra that matches my new underwear and it's gone, both of his hands are working at relieving me of my skirt, and I've got a hand on the zipper of his jeans. Once they're on the floor he stops and stares at my legs.
"Oh, Katy," he breaths, forgetting our game at the sight of my stockings. I moan back and thrust against him. Kissing down his pretty, smooth chest, I ask whether he wants me to suck his dick. A strangled moan is my answer, and I open my mouth slowly. Licking tentatively, I shuffle on my knees until I'm comfortable. My hands press his hips back against the wall and hold him there, while I continue teasing his hard on. My tongue slides over the entire length, back and forth, so slowly, carefully avoiding the head, regardless of pleas. A quick push against his hips with my hands and I swallow the whole thing, gulp a little, and drag my tongue over the head quickly, playfully. His hands clamp onto the back of my head and I moan around him, feeling him shudder. Slowly, and with as much force as I can, I drag my tongue over and over and over his cock, loving every noise he makes. I get faster and faster, until he's gasping for air and pulling my hair. Up and down by the ponytail, my head moves at just the right pace and his knees go to buckle. A strangled "I'm gonna uuuuuuuunnngghghhh" and he comes in my mouth, but I'm not quite ready for it. I swallow a lot of it, but some trickles down my chin, thankfully missing my labret, and settling in pearly, hot beads on my chest.
"Follow me home and there's more where that came from," I purr. Getting dressed, I finger the key to his front door, and when I say 'follow me home", I really mean "follow me back to your place, where I practically live".
We get dressed and have massive cuddles on the train home.
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| My Turn |
[04 May 2005|10:22pm] |
I couldn't believe it. My girl had just dry humped the girl I had seen on the train. This was unbelievably exciting news. Even if I'd came back a minute later and missed the whole show, I would have known. Girls that have just came on each other have a distinctive look that I could spot on anyone. I wish I spotted it on more people, since it's so amazingly sexy and awesome.
Thinking about it, I decided that I would indeed spot it more. This situation looked very good from my point of view. On one hand, my girl had just had sex with a stranger. On the other hand, this was the stranger that had shown interest in me before. And my girl had shown interest in the idea of me, her and another girl. Fuck yeah.
While this pair of nymphs were still coming to terms with what had just happened, I scooted around the lounge and whispered into the other girl's ear. "Hands off, that's my girl." I expected her to be at least a little guilty, but apparently not. She gave my lover a little extra grind that elicited a very low moan.
To my girl, I whispered, "are you going to share your new girlfriend?" She looked up into my eyes, gave me a saucy smile and a little wink that sent a thrill throughout my body.
The other girl looked at Katherine. "My name is Jess. Nice to meet you."
They shared a smile, and I couldn't help but swoon at this display.
Jess took her hand from Katy's tits and took held up her chin with it. She looked into her eyes and told her rather sternly, "But you've been a very bad girl." Amazingly, she reached up and stroked my crotch. "Just look at your Dae. He's all hot and bothered."
I thought I would cum right in my pants. The only thing that stopped me was the look at Katy's face. Clearly, my cum was for her alone. So she too reached up and stroked my crotch. I had two hot babes rubbing my cock, one on each side of it. They each grabbed a handful of my bum with their free hands and pulled me closer.
I knew they weren't going to make me cum in my pants, but I tried as hard as I could to get the maximum pleasure from their caressing hands and sexy bodies that I was ogling. I couldn't take it any longer and I slapped Jess' hand away and reached for my girlfriend. She jumped up eagerly and we embraced as before in the street.
This time it was my turn. Ignoring my girlfriend's girlfriend for now, I looked deep into the eyes of my lover. I dipped my eyes a bit, to indicate where her focus should turn to.
She thought I meant her tits, so she moved closer and rubbed them on my chest. She lifted them higher with her hands and I moved my head down and starting kissing them softly.
Fuck, I love her so much. And she's driving my crazy.
I took her hands from her tits and replaced them with mine. I gave them a good fucking squeeze, as I know she loves. But basically, I didn't care right now. I needed to get off so badly. I pinched her nipples, just to get some sexy sounds out of her. "Mm!" she half-heartedly complained into my mouth. She was doing such sexy things so much that I almost came again.
She's a mindreader sometimes, my Katy. Although you would have to be a blind midget wearing an overly large hat to miss what I wanted in that corner of the pub. Luckily, there were only a few people about, now, and all of them were over in the other section of the large room. I decided that it was safe to have a bit of fun. Well, a LOT of fun.
So this sexy little sex kitten dove into my pants with her hand. It was wet. I realised with amazement that she had been touching herself while we were embracing. It drove me wild that she was so horny and doing it right here with me.
I could feel her slippery hands grab onto my cock and start sliding her fingers up and down. Jesus, this was so good. I figured I had about 10 seconds before I made a mess of things.
The above estimate was drastically wrong, for as my woman fucked my mouth with her tongue, and my dick with her hand, I felt something else. Jess had moved behind Katy and was grinding up against her back. She grabbed my babe's tits, and together we played with her, taking turns tweaking her nipples and brushing them with our hands.
I was overcome with lust and fell softly back on the lounge. Katy moved with me, landing to the left of me, hand still milking my cock expertly, her tongue now licking my neck and shoulderblade. Her thighs were clamping my right leg, and she started sliding up and down, her bare cunt thrilled by the harshness of my jeans.
Jess went to the other side and did the same thing. Her thighs didn't feel as good, but the thought of two hot sluts rubbing their bare pussies on my leg was amazingly sexy. She apparently didn't think that she had enough to play with, and undid my zipper.
Out popped my johnson, red and ready to blow. Katy had the top half, the sensitive half. Jess had the bottom half and my balls. They rubbed and jerked and at one point my babe even licked the head for a few moments.
Just as I was getting there, they looked at each other and starting kissing each other right in front of my face. This was amazingly sexy. I could hear their moans now, and I joined the chorus with my own.
They started jerking my cock hard, rubbing their own nipples with their spare hands, all the while tongue fucking each other.
Suddenly I could feel my balls rumble and I knew I was going to blow a load all over their faces. They could feel it in my dick, and they started fucking my legs faster, kissing harder and thrashing about me.
"I'm gonna cum," I grunted to them.
They didn't hear me, and as I started to cum all over their cheeks they moaned loudly and came with me. They came so hard they slid down my legs, my jeans driving them crazy with stimulation.
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| The Winchester |
[04 May 2005|10:21pm] |
I had seen these people there before. They always chose the soft lounge in the corner, near the pool tables but conveniently out of the way. I guess they thought that the corner offered them some safety zone where they could kiss and caress and cuddle all night without attracting attention. Wrong.
After the train incident and the amazingly sexy display over the road, I knew I had to see more. The guy was pretty attractive, he looked like that guy out of The Lost Boys almost. Longish hair, curly. Cute earring. Big blue eyes. His shoulders are wide and masculine. Yum. Clearly deeply in love with that hot little girlie.
Mmm, just the way I like them. She had an amazingly cute face, for a start. Her eyes were impishly cute, perfect little vixen eyes that teased unconsciously anyone who was fortunate enough to attract her attention. Her sleek black hair shifted about delightfully at every move, swishing over her shoulders in a way that made me wish I were those shoulders. Her sexy labret piercing matched perfectly with her skin tone, which was smooth and white and perfect.
Her body. Big, gorgeous tits. I can see the nipples through her tarty shirt, which is a nice light brown with fishnet sleeves. Sexy. It's tight, and I can see the outline of her shapely figure.
She's wearing little high heel boots that accentuate her poise. Sex on legs, basically. Hot legs that are almost too long but sit at about the maximum sexiness level.
She's graceful, beautiful, I want her bad.
I watch them all night. Drinking VB; good choice. Vod and orange, even better. One of my favourites, that. As the night progresses, their increasingly obvious sexual frustration leads them to snuggle closer on the lounge. The guy starts using his babe as a sort of chair. She spreads her legs and he lays between her legs, looking very pleased.
He looks like a very sexed up dude. He gets going for little gropes and kisses and the girl playfully slaps him away. Naughty boy.
I've been a little careless about spying on them tonight. I don't think they know that they have both seen me, the boy in the train, the girl in the street. They've caught me looking at them here though.
I decide to take action. I catch their gaze again, they're both looking at me now. Without letting go of their attention, I drain my drink and stand up in one motion, running my hands down my clothes to unruffle them. And possibly to give them a bit of a view.
Sauntering over to their area, I put on a demure and almost embarassed face. They must think I'm going to start talking to them, because their conversation halts and they start fidgeting. This is not good. I want them to be feeling sexy when I make my move.
I continue walking with my calculated stance and try to will their minds to be sexy again.
Fuck yes. They start pashing and groping madly. Putting on a show for me. It's like having my cunt smashed with another cunt. I'm all wet and I can literally feel myself dripping. My legs are feeling shaky but I manage to get a grip (oh, I wish I really could get a grip on myself) and continue with my plan, which was to walk up to them but then past and downstairs to the bathroom.
I dare not look back at them, but I can see them clearly in the reflection of the window anyway. The girl moans "ohhh, Dae." So that's his name. I see Dae reaching for her crotch as they get onto each other in their own little private world.
I race downstairs to the bathroom and rush into a cubicle. I'm so flustered and horny. My hormones are raging and I can't stand it any longer. I debate whether to fuck myself right now, or see if my drippingly wet pussy can meet with some better form of relief. I choose the latter, and walk back out into the corridor.
Shock. I see Dae walking down the corridor on his way to the men's. Is he following me? He gives me a little smile but feigns disinterest as he swishes by. I feel deflated until suddenly I remember: the girl! Oh, with that boy out of the way..
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My boy had just left to see a man about a horse before we left. We were definitely too randy to fart about the pub any longer. I had made him promise to be quick, offering him a surprise when he got back if he was a good boy and washed his hands.
I lit a cigarette, leaned forward and starting playing with his phone. All my old favourite messages were on there, and I thought back to various points in our relationship when the mere sound of a Nokia message notification would give me a little thrill.
And then, that mysterious girl again. She came out of the door and walked towards me, but I knew where she was sitting was on the way, so I didn't think too much of it.
Except she sat down opposite me, smiling.
I couldn't take my eyes off her. I was so turned on by flirting with my man all night that I knew I would be acting pretty inappropriately very soon.
"Hi there, I'm Katherine," I started with.
"Nice to meet you, sweet thing." she replied.
Oh my god, was she hitting on me? In my warm fuzzy general horniness I dared hope so. She lowered her head saucily, seductively.
"I couldn't help noticing you two from other there," she purred, gesturing to where she had been sitting before. As she lifted her arm she shifted in the seat a little, and I imagined her cut off jeans grinding on her innerness. Jesus, I was wet.
I asked her what was she doing all alone in the pub. I took her lead, and my hands almost unconsciously rubbed my sides, and my thighs, as if I were unrumpling my clothes as she had. This had a fairly noticable effect on this spunky young girl. She smiled and squirmed.
She stood up and hopped across to where I was sitting and put her hand on my arm. "Very sexy clothes, Katherine. You must drive your boy wild." I almost gasped I was so excited. I wanted her to touch me everywhere.
I tentatively offered, "Um, yes. And your clothes, too."
She nodded, caressing my arm a little. She whispered to me, "they make the girls wild too, I'm assured," and moved closer to me, so that our knees were touching in electric excitement. I could feel her quivering and I knew she knew what I wanted. She gave it to me.
"Mmm," I managed as she moved her mouth onto mine. I opened myself to her and let our tongues get on with the sensual embrace that I wanted so much.
She moved her right hand down my side, so that her wrist was brushing against my tit. We pashed like mad, and subconsciously we moved our bodies to be closer to each other. Her hand moved to my chin, brushing my nipple deliciously. She held my face and kissed me.
Our legs intertwined and we started rubbing our pussies on each other. To everyone else it just looked like a bit of a makeout session but in reality it was a fucking good dry hump. I could feel my clit grinding in her thighs, which were clamping down on mine in desperate need. The closeness and rapid breathing was so sexy. I put my arms around her, kissing and groping and humping with a need that didn't surprise me in the least.
There's nothing like kissing another girl, and feeling another girl's body on my own. I knew that Dae would be back any moment and I wanted to stop this, but I couldn't resist this sexy encounter. I remembered suddenly that this was the girl that had watched me get off before. It felt like the consumation of what had happened before in the street, I felt like it was her duty to make me cum, I felt.. so wet and slippery and sexy.
Our humping became rapid and little moans escaped us. It was hard not to scream out loud, but I tried.
Faster and faster we came closer and closer to mutual orgasm. Being held by the sexiest girl I'd ever been with was too much, I couldn't hold any longer and we stuffed our faces into each other's bodies and moaned, feeling our bodies grinding to the point of climax. I opened my eyes to let this girl's feminimity sink into my living fantasy, and saw Dae looking on amazed.
What a surprise for him. He smiled and feeling like the luckiest girl in the universe, I gave my girl a thrust and we came together very, very hard.
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| Storytime |
[04 May 2005|10:01pm] |
On the way home from work I realised I was fairly nervous and excited. I had brought some casual clothes in my bag that morning; my trusty jeans, which had actually been through the wash, finally; the brown, tight fitting shirt that my girl had chosen for me... that was it, really. It had been a hot and sweaty day and these were all I could possibly wear. My socks were damp and itchy as were my underpants. Without such attirical constraints I felt light, good, cool and as being scantily clad tends to, I felt very sexy.
I fiddled again wtih the birthday present my girl had given me earlier that morning. A medium sized labret stud, with "mine" written on it in small, friendly letters. It thrilled me to have my girl want to display her ownership of me so publically. I thought about how she had hated the "available" brand t-shirt at the shops that time, and how I had planned to get a "taken" t-shirt and wear it for her.
I toyed with the idea of, for the purposes of tonight, changing my name to "Katy's" but decided I rather liked being called Dae or babe or, especially, sweetness. I tried to come up with some new pet names for my girl. "Lover" "sex kitten" "babe-babe" flitted through my mind. I thought of a really awesome totally swoonworthy one but my thoughts were suddenly obliterated by a train announcement telling me that the next stop would be Town Hall.
Since I had to get off there, I jumped up and started making my way to the vestibule, so as to avoid any passenger traffic. Town Hall is a very busy platform. In the crowded vesti I was struck by how many startlingly attractive young girls and boys were crammed in with me. The day had been hot, too hot, and I was in no mood to put up with an oxygen-starved crush of excited and nervous youths.
Overriding my thoughts with their inane chatter, I mumbled an obscenity in the general direction of the area least likely to hear my rudeness but at the same time in hope that my words would be noticed. I wanted someone to glance at me and either tell me, through their eyes, that they were unalterably in an alliance of disdain for these noisy bastards, or, I hoped with perhaps greater fervour, their eyes would merely show me how frightened they were by someone with enough balls to challenge societal norms and _say_ something for a change.
Neither of these actually happened so I was forced to mumble a completely different but equally damning indictment of things in general. While thinking of something unsuitable to say, I looked at the people around me and decided that probably the easiest and cheapest shot possible was to mumble something about "whores" and "metrosexuals" and in this I would dedicate to the perennial sake of fuck.
"For fuck's sake, fucking whores, move!" i very quietly murmured. "Metrofags, I'll fucking kill you," I added.
No success here either. The whores and metros.. well, they weren't really whores or metros, but for the sake of artistic anger, let's just say they were. Anyway, the Metrowhore Combine (MWC) babbled blithely to each other and staunchly didn't hear my uncouth rambling. Good thing i guess, I'm not really like that. I merely insult people publically out of support for an idea that a veyr nice girl I met in California illustrated to me. She told me that i was very blunt and amusing, and when a pretty babe you want to get with tells you why she's attracted to you, you bloody well listen. So in my attempt to both insult and pick up some of these lithsome young things, I tried again.
Jjust as I was about to start round three, one of the elders of the MWC swung around to completely fill my vision, which happened to be, at that time, at breast level. "Jesus Fucking Christ," which was to be the start of my next attempt at mumbling an insult at these people, but which was now seemingly solely directed at some chick's boobs.
As I'm abit of a face man, I glanced up to check out that aspect of the minute's object of sexual fantasy. She had a pair of those orange tinted sunglasses, the ones that make anyone look hot. She had small red lips, the ones that make anyone hot by looking at them. She had a pretty nose and a winsome smile. Something about her eyes suggested a complex emotion which basically boiled down to this: vertigo mixed with danger crossed with nostalgia, toss in some interest, quirkiness and multiply all that by lust, sex and desire.
She looked down at her own boobs, where my eyes had just accidentally mentally groped, and then back up to me.
"Wanna have some fun?" she asked, voicegasming.
"What?" I spluttered.
"We're going to be having a loooot of fuuun..." she teased.
A battle raged within me.
"Fool! Idiot! Fuckface! I bet she wants to have sex!" said my 'lower brain'.
"Pfft, our girl is so much better. Plus she'd leave us if we cheated on her," my upper brain warned.
"Well, what if we were reasonably polite about it?" the base creature of hormones offered.
"What, she might just let us off with being lightly dumped?"
"Well, at least it's better than, er, umm, better thann.."
"it's not better than anything at all, is it? Now shut up, Dickbrain."
Together they combined forces and tried to come to an agreement. It was decided that my girl was definitely sexier and more aweesome than this girl, but it was agreed that this girl on the train was hot also.
The woman squinted at me as though she could hear my internal conflict. True, Dickbrain was jumping up and down demanding pussy, and yes, Actualbrain was contorting my facial features into some sort of Very Pained Look, but I didn't think it was that obvious.
"Er, I have better things to do," I told her.
The train arrived at Town Hall. I suppose the vestibule temptress had related her adventures to the MWC group. On the escalator from the platform up to QVB or whatever, they were looking down giggling at me. Resolved to ignore it with as much vigour as possible, I got back to thinking about the night ahead.
I saw my girl. She ran to me and threw her arms around me. Fuck, I love that. She gave me a big sloppy kiss and I rammed my tongue into her as I copped a handful of her arse. Her smell is a potent aphrodisiac, and I can feel my body pressing on her voluptuous figure. I find Jesus and pray that out labret piercings tangle and we have to kiss and grope longer.
Although our piercings miss each other, there is still some cause for disentanglement; that of our arms and legs and tongues.
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I take my lover's hand in my own and tell him to follow me. He starts taking guesses as to our destination, obviously I have something amazingly awesome planned and he wants to find out. I give him a clue: beer. Not a particularly useful clue as far as they go, but it at least rules out the horrible possibility that I know lurks in his mind; something like dancing lessons or a poetry night.
We flirt through the streets, the cool breeze circulating around my body. Under my skirt, down my cleavage. I start to plan something alternative to what I had in mind for the night, i.e., going straight home and getting ravished. I'm a bit of a masochist so I decide to see how long I can wait for the sex I badly need.
The next clue I give my babe is dangerously close to a dead giveaway, but I can tell his brain is having blood drainage issues. He's as hard as I've ever seen, and it's clearly visible through his jeans. Jesus, he mustn't be wearing undies. I tell him the clue: lounge. Yep. He still has no idea. His ideas are dangerously close to my alternative plans, in fact, and I have to try hard to dissuade his suggestions.
Thinking of how much I control him right now, I start toying with the idea of some serious teasing. I suddenly stop in the middle of the street and beckon him closer.
"Daeee.. come here, darling," I coo. He comes closer and starts to put his arms around me. I grab his left hand with mine and hold it to my breast. He's clearly getting hot and bothered by being so close, and feeling his hand on my tits.
I can feel his fingers squeeze them, and rub my nipples. It feels so good. We're breathing hard and fast on each other, we both want to fuck so bad. It's been 2 days since I've had an orgasm, probably only a few hours since his last one, but I know that he's insatiable. I know that he would suck and fuck me all night if I let him.
I let him. A little bit.
I slowly drag his hand down my body while swinging the bag on my shoulder around to create some privacy.
I tell him I'm not wearing anything under my skirt. Since it barely reaches my thighs it doesn't require much effort to put his hand under it and on my pussy. We both gasp, me at how badly I want him to finger fuck me right then and there, my boy gasping at how sexy it is to have cunt on his hand in the middle of a busy street.
I'm so wet and I know he can feel it dripping all over his hand. As he moves, I trap his hand in my thighs, not wanting to risk him moving away from my vag.
"I'll give you 10 strokes, birthday boy. See if you can make your babe cum." He doesn't move his hand, not straight away. He shifts our privacy bag out of the way and leans closer to lick my neck. His tongue is dripping with saliva, as if I was a tasty snack and he a starving, desperate man. His tongue sends shivers on my spine, and I imagine it on my clit.
He gives me a stroke. "Oh fuck," I moan softly in his ear. He gives me another 5 strokes and I'm so close. I bite my lip and worry about being too loud.
The last few strokes he does vigorously and there's no doubt as to what he's doing to me now. There are a few surprisingly attractive girls watching my boyfriend get me off. I feel ashamed but incredibly turned on at the same time. I'm lost in what's going on, I feel like a slut but I don't care. I get loud, knowing how much it turns my lover on. A girl with orange sunglasses winks at me and licks her lips. Oh god. My eyes close involuntarily, adding to my excitement. I know that people are watching me.
I'm desperately trying to hold off my impending orgasm, but special boy whispers in my ear "Cum for me, Katherine." The dam breaks. I shudder and groan and collapse onto his chest, cumming hard on his hand in the middle of Sydney.
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| Nothing Else Gets Broken From Now on. |
[16 Nov 2004|12:57am] |
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When one imposes a drought on one's self, in order to excell in one's exams, one understands that the wait will be long, painful, frustrating, and at times, unbearable. So when the opportunity presents itself to break the aforementioned drought, one is usually excited. Fairly safe to say, this excitment will reach a fairly substantial level.
I broke my drought, and not with my ex boyfriend like I thought I'd have to. And although I have nothing to report other than it being a complete and total disappointment, I'd like to report that it was a complete and total disappointment.
Needless to say, very little enjoyment was had on my part. The two-in-one-night score that Friday didn't even help. I am now probably more frustrated than before last week, when I was still forcing myself not to sleep with anything that presented itself. And now I'm out of condoms. Life is pain, my fabulous friends. Life is pain.
So tonight, for the first time in many, many, many days, I'm going to get off alone, because I like it. Because my last three sexual experiences have left me with a sour taste. Left me feeling grossed-out and turned off the idea of even touching myself.
The saddest part of the whole thing is that I can remember thinking something along the lines that "the only good thing coming of this is that my tally is going up".
It's a shame. I was so looking forward to breaking the infamous drought. I hate being disappointed.
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| You dont know the chances, I'm so blind. |
[27 Oct 2004|06:59pm] |
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All right. I have something incredibly important to tell you all. But first, I'm feeling too feminine to do so. I've been shopping today, you see, and let the store ladies talk me into a verrrry girly outfit. The top, in fact, is a frighteningly ovary-like pale shade of pink, and the skirt is ... yes, that's right. A skirt. That does not scrape the ground as I waddle around. It finishes unevenly and though I feel rather like a little gothic minx fairy in it, I can't help but feel I should have some sewing or tapestry or baking to do.
In any event, last night, I discovered what all the fuss was about jets on spas. I've had spa for some time now, and only used to to laze about in and drink wine and listen to foreign music. I had heard about using the jet streams for somewhat unorthodox purposes, but you know. Wasn't interested.
Mistake. A sizeable one, at that.
Curiousity, however, took hold, and eventually, after a sound check on the bathroom door's lock, got the better of me. I slid towards what felt like the strongest of the jets and threw (in that classy, dignified way) my legs to rest upright on the wall, spread as far as my untrained and out of practise thighs could manage. I'm glad that my back chose that moment to submerge my head under the water, because the strangled "Oh. FUCK" that escaped would have surely brought a concerned and utterly unwanted audience.
In short, my dears, it rocked my little cotton socks, and I've never had so much fun without ANY form of penetration. If I angled myself and arched my hips just right, I could force yummyniceandhot water around my clit, my pussy, my arse. Marvellous. All wet and splashy and I was extremely proud to find I didn't even come close to drowning myself. I did, however, get my hair caught in the spa pump a couple of times.
And echo-ey wooden walls and high ceilings dont make for a good noise buffer, in a house full of family. But I found myself properlly drenched when I raced out of the bathroom, into my bedroom, dryed off a little, and simply pounded myself with my dildo. Twice, loves. Twice. Two of the best orgasms I've had in a while. Not very far apart at all. I'm soundly impressed.
So that was my evening. What did you all get up to?
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| *yawn* Pre-exam de-stress theory |
[19 Oct 2004|10:52pm] |
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Going for the evening's final cigarette, then I'm going to pound myself silly into the mattress. If L doesn't want to reply to my sporadic, irrational texts, then he can masturbate alone. Without the pleasure of my emphatic company.
So there.
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| a disappointing effort, no doubt. |
[19 Oct 2004|05:13pm] |
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It hasn't rained once today, and I am sorely disappointed. I would very much like to lie on my bed, naked skin against freezing cold sheets, and roll over to feel you in a similar position.
I would like to thrust my hips against yours, and tell you just how much I like it. I would like it if your hair was all messed up and everywhere, and you sucked on your bottom lip, thinking about what to do next. If you took my hand in yours and moved it up your own leg, visibly enjoying my newly-found fingernails dragging along your skin.
I would love it if you led me across your hips and belly and chest and thighs and your hips again, before moving to your cock, and if I felt your body convulse gently at that first touch. I would love it if your hand encircled it, along with mine, and moved lazily, grunts and moans coming out of your mouth, distracting me from the fact that your hand has disentangled itself from mine, and I am now working on getting you off alone.
I would love it if you gasped how good I was, how good it felt, faster, slower, harder, harder, faster again. I would fucking love it if you closed your eyes shut and a gnarled "I'm gonna..." escaped, but they snapped open so you came looking into my eyes, shuddering in my hand.
All to the sound of rain on my roof, the chilly air from my window on my skin.
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| When I Get On And Shake My Pride |
[09 Oct 2004|09:23pm] |
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My room is a complete mess. I've got clothes strewn across the entire floor space, a small labrynth of paths leading from my door to my bed and my computer. Only I can navigate said floor space in the dark, for I alone have the location of each strewn piece of paraphernalia blue-printed into my grey matter. It proves hazardous only when another body enters into the cave that I call my own.
You tried not to laugh when I said the place was a mess. When your grey eyes scanned over my once-white carpet, looking for signs of life, I suppose. I sort of shrugged and closed the door behind you, and you put your keys and wallet down on my chest of drawers. Your hair is messed and curly and glinting from the window's light, and those board shorts are too big for your little hips. I bother a minute or two with polite nothings, before letting myself make it perfectly obvious where my attention keeps slipping too. You notice, of course, but let me blather through road conditions and the weather and the colour purple for house walls.
Finally I take a breath and close my mouth, looking up to you and smiling stupidly. You know I'm doing it because I'm nervous, and you know why I'm nervous. You lock my eyes with yours, and take a step towards me. I can see it happening before it plays out, in my head. You trip on one of the folders I've thrown to the floor in desperation and frustration, and end up on the floor.
You take the hand I offer for assistance, and pull down hard. I fall to my knees beside you, and you take the opportunity to pin me to the floor. My arms together, one of your large hands surrounding mine, I feel your other hand at the zip in my jeans. I wriggle my hips a little, and earn myself a growl. You work off my jeans and add them to the pile of crap around us, and you lean in so that I can feel the days growth on your chin against my skin.
"Take off your shirt."
I obey quickly, the second your hand leaves my skin, pulling my shirt from my body and again adding it to the existing pile. So now I'm lying on my own floor, completely naked. You're standing above me, fully clothed, looking stern and comfortable. A slight motion and a poignant glance, and I'm sitting politely on the bed, looking deftly up at you. You start unbuttoning your shirt infuriatingly slowly, and it's all I can do to keep the whimper inside my throat.
Shirtless, you sidle towards me, and whisper into my ear "I'm going to fuck you now, sweets. But you have to tell me how you want me."
I squirm and look up pathetically at you, begging silently to be let off the hook. You just smirk and lazily slide a hand over your waist band. I cough uncomfortably and shuffle on the bed some more. You slap me on the inner thigh. Timidly, I whisper that I'd like to be on all fours, my hands around my ankles, or bent over my bed, or the desk. I'm stumbling through the myriad of images flooding my imagination, and you're stripping so slowly it's cruel.
"Well pick one, and get ready."
I get up in a rush, pushing a few scattered items away from the bed with my feet. Then I turn around, aware that you are sliding your shorts down your fucking perfect pale white legs. Bending over, I feel you move closer, the hint of skin contact teasing my brain. You've finally shredded all remaining clothes from your lean frame, and I groan louder than I intended as I feel you tease me with your cock in between the backs of my legs. I hear your breath catch, you love hearing me.
"What was that, sweetness?" You ask, your voice dripping.
"Please. Fuck me," I gasp, again louder than I intended. You've tired of teasing now, and I bite into the matress to surpress the loud, animalistic groan. You slide inside me with surprising ease, considering the fucking size of you. Though not surprising, considering the effect of your teasing. My knees almost buckle but your hips start swinging against mine and my whole body starts to move in time with yours. I curl my toes and bite into the matress again, recieving a sharp slap to one arse cheek.
"Don't surpress it."
A cascade of whimpering and low, throaty moans float from my clenched teeth, until with one hard thrust and a hurried "I'm going to come, princess," I shudder through my muscles stabbing and moan out your name, just as loud as I intended, only noticing your release when it stops.
"I suppose I should clean up in here, mm?" I mumble quietly, your heaving chest against my glistening spine.
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| I'm not a real doctor but I am a real worm |
[09 Oct 2004|06:46pm] |
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Ok. So I've never been a porn fanatic. In fact, until last night, I'd never downloaded or watched a whole moving piece. But ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) x_mizogyny helped me out in my ignorance. *grin*
Hence last night's amazing reaction. I'm a little embarrassed to confess it all, but yknow. Why not. I made myself sit through the whole thing, basically because I wanted to see how long I could make myself wait. So I sat through this girl being dommed and I'm soaking myself, thinking "shit." So then I went to bed, and came in like, a minute. I swear to god, it required NOTHING.
So that was impressive. I worked today, and I work tomorrow, and I went to buy some nice stuff today and my account bounced and was all like "ba bow *thumbs down*" so that was embarrassing and disappointing. I'm broke, and I hate working, but I'm stuck there now, apparently.
S came over today. Haven't seen that motherfucker in a while. Dont know why, but I want to fuck him *so* hard. He's so tall. Mmm. The possibilities.
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| The Private Psychedelic Reel |
[09 Oct 2004|12:13am] |
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Well holy shit. I dont think I've been this turned on in so long. My legs are shaking. I've sufficiently proven to myself that
1) My sub tendancies are stronger than ever.
2) I am a pillar of self control.
I'm going to bed to fuck myself into my mattress now.
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| mmmhmicecream |
[05 Oct 2004|10:38pm] |
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I'm slowly accumulating the entire collection of towels in my house, and strewing them haphazardly around my bedroom. Tonight I trod on and almost fucking broke my copy of "and love said no" by H.I.M. I'm eating chocolate and vanilla icecream, with melted nutella and milk chocolate wafers. Can anyone pick who had a ball-blastingly asstastic day today?
I'm afraid that's the closest you'll find to smut, in tonight's entry, my loves. I'm just feeling incredibly ... unsexy. Well. Apart from the fact that the minute I get my fine ass into bed, I'm going to wanna get naked and fuck myself hard enough to feel it tomorrow.
I suppose I couldn't go a whole entry without being graphic. To everyone who has ever blown off a volunteer because you were too rude to listen to what they had to say, a loud, giant, growled and hearty fuck you. I hope slugs piss on you in your sleep, and your mother walks in on you every time you masturbate. I dont care if she's fucking dead.
I've an early start in the morning. Damn this whole 'work' thing is really cutting into my "I'm a lazy, no good teenager with no direction" time. So. What does this mean for all of you precious little pairs of eyes? It means I'm going to get into my cold sheets, naked. And hopefully sleep peaceful dreams, filled with medieval lesbian Iraki princesses and the esoteric end of my universe.
I'm still not sure. I think I loathe all existance.
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| Pretty Lady Boy Bob |
[04 Oct 2004|11:10pm] |
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I bought a pink singlet the other day. Dont ask me what moved me to purchase a pink singlet. I may have had a brain cell burst due to the dust inhilation, or something.
In any case, I have this singlet. It's the same as the black one I have, extremely low-cut with a lace neckline. In fact, it's wonderfully wonderfully wonderfully pretty. And completely out of character. I've only worn it in front of one other human being, the rest of the time it's been the shield against my naked flesh only for the purposes of fetching the morning paper, or dashing up the road to get cigarettes.
You loved it, though. After one particularly steamy encounter, I was luxuriously dwelling in that marvellous sweaty afterglow that only you deliver, and you were riffling through my clothes. I'll never understand your compulsion to do that, it's not like you want to try them on or anything - I asked. The thought of you in my 'barely-there' black satin baby doll dress makes my knees crumple. But no, you just like to dress me, like I'm your life-size, walking talking doll.
In amongst all the black, your pooled blue-denim jeans, my bright red underwear, your well-worn Placebo t-shirt, my red docks, the miscellany of material that lines my old carpet, you spot my pink singlet. At first, you think it's someone else's. I see the flash of animal protectiveness, the glinting sense of challenged ownership. Then, you see my smirk, and realise that it's mine. It's mine and you were not meant to see it.
"I want you to wear this." Holding it up, a malevolent gleam in your eyes. I nod, because I already know that what you want, you get. I get up out of the mess of sheets and sweat that is our bed and pick my way delicately through the labrynth of hazzards, reaching you and putting my arms straight up in the air. You enjoy the sight of me, stretched out, my glistening skin completely exposed, obeying. You enjoy the sight moments longer than neccessary, and slide the singlet over my arms, tug it firmly down at my belly, and entangle your arms with mine.
I spin around and lean back against you, let our arms fall so that you are embracing me from behind, your long arms draped across my stomach. Slowly, I swing my hips against your legs, enjoying the feeling of your torso moving against me, cannot ignore the substantial hardening attack against the curves of my arse. My breathing starts to quicken again, and the already soaked bedroom starts to smell like our arousal once more. You get sick of grinding into me and spin me back around, that same malevolent gleam fixing itself on my breasts, barely concealed in the thin fabric. A telling pang from my stomach and a quick squirm finds me increasingly moist, and this does not go unnoticed.
Your hands slide down my arms, over my neck and collar bone, down the curve of my spine, around my belly, up again to each breast, and for my indescresion, a firm pinch for each nipple. I gasp and try to rock against you, but you'll have none of that. Your ever incessant hands slide straight past where I really want them to be, and rest on my thighs. Quickly, without me even realising, you've swept me up and set me down on the chest of draws in the corner. Thankfully the right height, I spread my legs and look up at you. You growl, and without any warning, thrust two fingers inside me. They slide in easily, your knuckels brush against my insides and I grunt appreciatively. Your mouth latches onto my glistening neck and all I can feel is hot breath against my neck and a maddening arrangement of fingers inside me. You slide another finger in and I throw my head back against the wall and moan.
"You're allowed to cum, sweets," you say in a low, rasping voice, and it's all I can do not to cum right there. I grind down on your hand some, before panting "one more" and you chuckle before sliding all four fingers roughly inside of me. You rub my clit in between two, and my stomach convulses. I grip the sides of the chest of drawers with pale hands and cling for dear life as my pussy shudders out a delciously intense orgasm.
Now it's your turn and I'm well aware I'm about to get fucked for the first time wearing my pink singlet. I suppose I wont even be able to wear it around the house anymore.
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| Bruise Pristine |
[03 Oct 2004|03:46pm] |
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I've been feeling more and more unsatiated lately, probably due to the efforts of jacobgeek and the amazing panorama of differing timezones. grr.
I got drunk last night and fell asleep as soon as I got home, and found myself regretting the decision, half way through today. All I could think about was fucking. Skin and teeth and sweat and crumped clothes. Which in itself, not a bad thing. But when I'm at work, and can do absolutely nothing about it, I'm not a fan.
Just proves my theory that I should be getting off as much as possible, thus negating the negative-horny feelings that come from being under-sexed.
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