I'm Not a Sex Addict, I Don't Go to Meetings

Multi-O and a Discovery

2011-07-07T15:11:00.003-04:00

The next weekend the Boy and I were together was in yet another city neither of us live in. Yes, I suppose it can be said that I 'get around' (heh) and I do. This time we met in a city I used to live in, so I knew the area well.

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Another lovely hotel, another maid tipped incredibly well for removing the overpowering scent of fuck.

This trip I flew in early -- a few hours before we could get to our hotel. We wandered to lunch and I took him to one of the best places on the planet (IMHO). We laughed, we joked, we sat close to each other -- our waitress was lovely and she commented that we were surely in love. I can't say we were *completely* in love at that time, but we were falling in love, that is for sure.

Following lunch, the Boy and I went back to our hotel. There is no nicer way to burn calories than by having aggressive, kinky, rough sex so ....

In the past week apart, he's told me he's sure I can squirt because of my multi-o tendencies. He says he will make it his mission to determine if, in fact, I can squirt and see what happens. It is a mystery to us both if I can or if he can make it happen, so experiment we do.

Fingers rub inside me, reaching for my gspot ... while his mouth remains fully engaged on my pussy, licking, sucking, tempting my clit. This seems to go on for hours and I am panting ... gasp out that I need him inside me now ... he fills me and we fuck incessantly, each coming closer and closer to orgasm.

When its over, he pulls out and rolls over. Under me is a wet spot ... which I attribute to sweat and cum from us both ...

then I see the SIZE of the wet spot.

Day 4 -- finale

2011-06-28T15:03:00.002-04:00

We wake up now, a much more reasonable hour than our previous wake-up/sexual release session. Two things are decided in short order:

1) we are STARVING
2) we remain HORNY

What to do, what to do?

We get up, get ready, venture to breakfast. Holding hands across the table, looking only at each other, lost in the moment.

We both know in a few short hours, I'm back on a plane and he heads home, away from the fantasy-life we've had the last four days. Four days that continue to amaze, astound and delight us.

We became "us" in those short days. Taking care of each other, little things -- doors opened, drinks poured, soft kisses building into a raging inferno of lust ...
yes, we became 'us.'

We finish breakfast in a screaming hurry, eager for one more round before we pack up, clear out and head back to our "lives" as they were then. Kisses in the parking lot of the restaurant turn heated and soon we are blasting down the road, rushing back to our little sanctuary of lust and perversion :)

We tried to be gentle this time -- we tried to be loving -- and we were, in our crazed, want-you-right-this-damn-second way. Clothes were shed, sheets were flipped out of the way and we dove into each other. Each touching, kissing, caressing, stroking and loving the other ...

What I remember best of our last session is that we both didn't want it to end. We locked eyes at the end and each told the other "I love you." It was a moment of sheer unknown for both of us -- could we sustain this madcap, crazy, 1000+ mile romance in the midst of divorce, relocation, kids, life?

We have. We do. This isn't to say it hasn't been rough. Yes, dear readers, Scorpio has learned a few things this time around -- about love, lust and what happens after an incredible weekend.

The Boy and I remain together -- and there are many stories left to tell.

I got on the plane that day in tears. I've not cried over anyone in years, not like that. My heart was left with him and I took his with me -- it remains so to this day. I'm so very lucky. I'll never regret those years of 'Scorpio on the hunt' but what I have now is so much richer, I never want to give it up.

I know now what I was missing -- and I'm thankful not to be missing it again. Stay tuned for more episodes of Scorpio and the Boy -- he's a rascal, that one.

Day 4 -- a weekend of exploration ends ...

2011-06-27T15:51:00.003-04:00

Timeline: Day 4, early morning hours
Location: A hotel
Participants: Scorpio and the Boy

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My eyes flutter open, suddenly noticing that I am cold and sans covers. I roll over, pulling up covers from the bottom of the bed and over my lover. He reaches over, stroking my thighs and mumbles 'good morning' in his deep growl of a voice ...

His hands wander, stroking my thighs, my breasts, my ass ... he pushes apart my thighs to rub my tender clit and finds it slick with longing. One finger, then two, rubbing my clit and venturing lower, using my wetness as his guide. His fingers glide inside me, pushing for my gspot, tickling it as he grazes over it. I squirm, he holds me fast, looking deep into my eyes in that dimly lit room, those eyes telling me that he wants me. Now.

He pushes me on my back and brings my legs up ... my ankles resting on his shoulders. It is only a moment before he bends me in half, pressing his hot, hard cock, slick with his pre-cum, inside my pussy. Insistently he drives in again, over and over, with my pussy clenching his cock with each stroke. I gasp out his name as he pinches my nipple as he enters deep, the sudden pain and pleasure mixture making my brain dizzy with possibility.

He pushes my legs off his shoulders and flips me onto my knees. With one sudden deep stroke he fills me with his thick cock. I gasp as he rubs my clit to work up some more wetness then I can feel him rubbing the wetness against my asshole. He pushes his finger inside, waiting a moment for me to adjust to the intrusion then strokes in and out of my ass with his finger as he strokes his cock in my pussy. I was blinded by desire, calling his name and moaning.

I feel him reach to the left and the sound of a cap opening. Cool viscosity rains on my asshole, then him rubbing the lube deep into my ass, preparing me for what I know will come next. He pulls out of my cunt suddenly and pulls my legs back and out from under me. His hands push my back down and I'm pinned to the bed ... my arms above my head are held tight by his big strong hands and I feel him push his cock between my cheeks.

Insistent and hard, he takes his time to spread me wide, then impales me with his wide cock, making me gasp as he enters me. I'm loose from all the fucking we've done this weekend but my ass still balks at his entry. He takes his time entering, then I can feel him wiggle his cock inside me, side to side and top to bottom, loosening me for what I am sure will be a thorough anal reaming.

As he loosens me, he pushes deeper, thrusting hard into me. Soon he is stroking all the way in, increasing speed and still holding my hands tight, making me beg for more. I ask him to be rough with me, I know I want him to pound my ass and I want it RIGHT NOW. He removes his grip on my hands and pulls my arms to the sides, now holding down each arm with his hands and begins to plow into my ass, fucking me like it's the last fuck we will ever have.

Deeper, harder, faster -- the strokes propel me into orgasm and I loosen my right hand from his grip to rub my clit as he smashes me into the bed. I'm just starting to cum as he pulls out, spraying my back and my hair with his cum -- load after load of hot sticky jiz coats me. I finish my orgasm as he covers me in cum ...

A hot soapy shower later we return to bed for a few more hours rest ...

Fast Forward ...

2011-06-14T16:17:00.002-04:00

The Boy and I live in separate cities and it is easiest to travel via airline to see one another.

On a recent trip to his city, I am greeted with the customary flowers -- he always remembers what I like.

Then given a dark plastic bag filled with filth ... vibrator (check), dildo (check), silly dice (check).

Flowers and Filth.

Yeah, this one knows me alright.

Day Three, evening.

2011-06-09T09:20:00.002-04:00

By evening, we've been apart about 8 hours. We've both done what we needed to do and now it is time for us.

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I got back to the hotel before he did and begain my preparations for the evening. Long shower, extra conditioner for my hair, freshly trimmed landing strip and shaved elsewhere ... then hair done, perfume, lingerie. Add stockings, heels and come-fuck-me-now-boy look and he should be a dripping puddle of cum in no time.

He's on his way to the hotel when I tell him I have plans for him (which has now become 'our' phrase which means 'something good is gonna happen, show up!') and hint at what is to come. We talk about his day and my day while he is driving because I want no distractions when he returns. It has been eight hours since his cock has graced my pussy and ass and they are aching for him.

I set out the lube and a silk scarf. I want to tie him up and use him mercilessly.

He enters the room -- and immediately tells me how beautiful I am and how much he wants to fuck me. A flurry of clothing later, my heels and stockings are riding on his shoulders as he plows his tongue into me -- it isn't long before I demand to be on top ...

I take his wrists and tie them together over his head ... as I slide down his shaft with my pussy, teasing him a little, he moans a little, asking me to ride him. I oblige and my clit starts to hum from the rocking back and forth ...

It isn't long before I'm coming ... and suddenly his hands are on both sides of my neck*, holding me up. The sensation of being out of control and the element of danger makes me cum like a rocket. I gasp, more from shock and fear than anything and he reassures me I'm safe. I lean forward into his hands again and cum harder this time. The clenching my pussy gives his cock forces him to cum faster than he'd like ... and we collapse onto the bed. I look at him with dazed eyes and ask him what the fuck just happened ....

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*before this incident, I had steadfastly avoided any form of strangulation play. I'd known friends that had played this way and it is very dangerous. What you should know was that at no time did he ever squeeze my neck ... my neck was lying in his hands as I leaned over him, riding cowgirl. It felt dangerous even though if I leaned back even a millimeter, the pressure was off. I controlled the pressure by leaning forward ... his hands remained steady.

That being said -- it was fucking hot.

Day Three ...

2011-06-08T09:38:00.002-04:00

Day three is one in two parts ... the morning and the evening.

In the middle of the day, we were apart. He had obligations, I had obligations, it wasn't feasible for us to be together. That only made us hungrier for each other and what fun we'd have in the bedroom.

The morning started with a slow wake-up -- I could feel his hardness pressing against my ass cheeks as we lay tangled in each other. I've never been much of a snuggler before him -- maybe holding hands, maybe a quick snuggle then separate space. With him I snuggle. I curl deeply into his arms, feeling his warm and loving embrace juxtaposed with the insistent hardness pressing on my ass. He pushes into me, popping directly into my very wet pussy with an audible and juicy pop.

My right thigh and calf are perched on his right thigh as he presses into me, insistently and with purpose. His hands are on me -- one on my right breast, one wrapped around my waist and reaching for my clit. He hits - he misses - he hits - he misses -- teasing my clit and making it throb with want. Soon he is just hanging on to me as he fucks me harder, now pulling my hair and fucking me roughly.

He knows I like it when he's rough, so he is insistent now, flipping me onto my stomach and pulling my hips up for good access. His arms are holding down mine as he fucks me mercilessly -- my moans and cries thick and gutteral. I am wet, sopping wet as he strokes into me.

With a quickening pace and some deep strokes, he cums, filling me with his thick, stringy cum. My pussy throbs as he pulls out, giving my clit a long, languishing stroke as he exits me.

We shower. We head to breakfast.

We've hardly had coffee before I look across the table at those dark bedroom eyes and want more. I tell him that I want him again and we can hardly eat fast enough.

Back to the hotel, I tell him I want him on the bed so I can ride him. I climb aboard -- he is like a teenager, this one, with his constant hard on and lust. I can't seem to get enough. I ride him as he rubs my clit and pushes his middle finger into my ass. I cum for the first time this session just before we switch positions, this time doggy, this time slow. Deep, long strokes ... slow to put in, slow to pull out, just about drive me wild. I am writhing as he pushes into me. I hear the snap of the lube bottle and know he will be pushing into my ass again soon.

Warm, viscous lube on my lover's index and middle fingers enters my ass, readying me for his cock. He strokes in tandem with his cock, making my clit hum and my brain boggle. I can barely speak as he pushes my chest down, pulls out of my slick pussy and slides slowly into my ass -- now full to the hilt with his thick cock.

I am moaning and begging him to fuck my ass ... he gets me good and lubed up then fucks me with abandon, slapping my ass as he dives inside, making my pussy drip and my ass clench. I cum again and again from his ministrations and with speed he pulls out of my ass just to unload in my pussy once more.

A soapy, slick shower later, we both head our separate ways. The maid? Tipped well again. Dear God, that room smells like Fuck.

Day 2 ... continued

2011-06-07T15:19:00.002-04:00

We traveled downtown and had a bit of culture. He knew of a museum that would interest me (and it did, very much) and it seemed that we never traveled more than a block without a kiss, a touch, a wink, a nudge ... all promises of what had happened and what would happen later.

It was a magical day ... and we followed it up with dinner with friends at an incredible Greek place. The moussakka was divine and wine delicious, with much laughter at the table. I couldn't stop touching him and nor could he stop touching me.

After dinner we drove back to the hotel. About 7 hours had passed in our adventure and we were both incredibly wound up again.

As we entered the hotel room, it was apparent that magic had been done in that room. The room smelled fresh, the sheets were new and the maid had certainly earned her handsome tip that day.

Never ones to let unsullied sheets stay that way, we pulled off our clothes at breakneck speed and with a bounce, hopped onto the bed. A steamy make out session with lots of touching, kissing, caresses and rubbing ensued to get the night well under way. He had me orgasming early with his touch and well placed licks, kisses and touches ... my clit had been throbbing all the way home from his hand on my inner thigh -- teasing me at every available opportunity.

I took his cock into my mouth, sucking and licking, drawing it out slowly, then returning with more pressure, then less, then more ... then well placed tongue manipulations. He was hard before I started and harder after -- it wasn't long before he was on top with my legs on his shoulders.

He dove into me with intensity, filling me full of cock ... then just as suddenly as he had entered me, he pulled out and moved down to lick and suck my pussy. The shock from full hard cock to warm moist mouth was intense -- and I came again, filling his face with my juices. Again with the stroke inside deep, then another lick and suck ... I was nearly delirious with pleasure. He finally pulled up and kissed me deeply -- I could taste my own cum in his mouth and it turned me on more.

He pulled me to the side of the bed, bent me over roughly and filled me throughly -- stroking deep inside me. The sound of juicy wet pussy filled the room ... coupled with the sounds of his balls slapping against my wet cunt. He fucked me hard, just as I like it. He had one of my tits in his hand, squeezing as he pumped into me, throbbing hot cock straining not to release. He slowed for a minute, then had to resume -- he was too close and I was ready to cum again too. With a moan he unloaded inside me and I could feel our mixed cum drip down my pussy and onto the bed. It was a perfect end to a delicious day.

Day 2, The Rest of the Story

2011-06-06T08:43:00.002-04:00

We ventured into a local diner for breakfast (the same place would repeat for days 3 and 4 -- delicious food) and contemplated our day.

He had plans for me -- had something he wanted to show me downtown, so we finished breakfast, headed back for the hotel.

At the hotel, we couldn't keep our hands off each other again. Seems like food only refreshed our urge to fuck. Our room, now scented with lube, fuck and shower smells, welcomed us back and we barely closed the door before clothing was flying off again.

He loves to eat pussy and I love to have my pussy worshiped, so from the moment we were on the bed, his head was buried between my legs. His tongue was insistent, pushing me open, licking me from ass to pussy and back again -- driving me wild. He tongue fucked me for a moment, then licked my clit, then tongue fucked me, then licked my clit -- I was nearly dizzy with orgasm and couldn't get enough of him. I wanted to feel his fullness inside me, so I moved over and with him on his side and me on my back, he entered me with both my legs over his hips. He could get deep inside me, pushing and rubbing my clit with each pass with his fingers or his cock.

It wasn't long before I was cumming hard and he pushed harder inside me. His pace slowed a second then we switched positions with me on top and I rode him to cumming. He filled me with his hot sticky cum as I came once more --

A quick shower later, we headed out, looking ever-so-much like a touristy couple very much in love.

The hotel maid? Tipped handsomely. That room looked rough, smelled rough and quite frankly, needed a solid airing.

Fuck-A-Thon, Day 2

2011-06-03T11:42:00.002-04:00

After being fucked in every possible way the day before five separate times, you'd think I'd be tired, would want to relax, maybe just behave for five minutes?

Uh. No.

Early the next morning, I woke up before he did. Our schedules are different and thus our sleep schedules are very different -- so I happened to roll over and find myself confronted with a nice hard cock. All it took was the sight of it and I was quick to climb aboard, sliding down his hard thick shaft with ease, as my pussy was practically dripping from the sight of him. As I started to ride, his eyes opened and the smile on his face made the sun look dim.

He wrapped his hands around my ass, pulling my cheeks apart and tickled my asshole with his fingers as I rocked back and forth, getting both of us going. He asked me to flip around to reverse cowgirl so he could finger my ass more. I gladly obliged and was treated to an intense, throbbing orgasm that would have pushed his cock out of me weren't it not for me being on top.

He wanted to fuck me harder and I rolled over on my back and he on his side and with my right leg over his hip and left leg between his, he started to punish my pussy with such intensity that my eyes rolled back in my head. I wanted him to fuck me roughly and at the pace we were going, my pussy was sending shock wave after shock wave of throbbing sensation. I was damn near delirious with pleasure as he continued his domination of my pussy. My labia were swollen and pulsing with each push and my clit was on fire. I couldn't speak -- could only moan with ever increasing intensity as he hammered in me.

Just as suddenly as that had started, he pulled out and flipped my leg over so I was lying on my side away from him. I heard the lube cap open and felt his fingers push the slippery sensation inside my ass. He rubbed a little on his cock head just before sliding inside me. My ass had taken such punishment from the day before ... but it still remained a little tight. As he 'popped' past my entrance, we both sighed, knowing that the fucking was going to be amazing.

He pushed into me and slowed down, taking every single stroke nice and easy, making me absolutely beg for the thrashing my pussy had received. Soon he was back to speed, with my pussy absolutely throbbing as this angle seemed to really hit my gspot from inside my ass. Just as he was to cum, he pulled out suddenly then buried his cock inside my pussy deep. We came together in a big moan, both of us spent from the loss of fluids and sleep.

A quick shower and we were off to breakfast to refuel for the rest of day 2.

The Next Eight Hours ...

2011-06-02T17:02:00.002-04:00

Yes, dear Readers, our first four days together should be split into 8 hour incriments, as we never went longer than that without fucking, sucking, licking, touching.

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After our first three sessions we were starved and thirsty. It was clear that no more fucking could be done until we had received more fluids (for sure) and more food (fucking as energetically as we did makes for HUNGRY people).

We went to a movie theatre/restaurant where we snuggled, cuddled and kissed throughout the movie. After seeing the movie again a few months ago I realize now why it made no sense -- I missed a good 2/3 of it.

Now that we'd been out in public, ate some food, did some relaxing, we visited a local pharmacy for lube -- it was clear that lots of fucking was still on the menu and certainly it may (and did) require lube at some point.

Lube in hand, we ventured back to the hotel. As we opened the door, a blast of fuck hit us both in the face and we laughed like fools. It was clear that it would take industrial strength air freshener to make this room smell like anything other than the den of sin it had been that afternoon. Not to be turned off, we quickly shut the door and proceeded to add another layer of fuckscent to the room ...

When he had played with my ass earlier, I told him that he could fuck my ass -- but lube was required. Now that lube was in the room, it was time to work over every orifice I have ...

Undressing each other with increasing speed, we tumbled onto the bed. He pulled me into a 69 position. As I licked, sucked and fondled his cock, he buried his face in my pussy, using his teeth ever so slightly on my clit. I was writhing and ready to cum as he tongue-fucked my juicy cunt and then ... pushed me back a little and licked my asshole. I came all over his chest as he did that. Pulling me back and licking me clean, I kept hold of his cock in my mouth, sucking lightly then roughly over his head and shaft, concentrating on the sweet spot just under his thick head. He was close to cumming, so he pulled me off and we switched positions.

Now I was on top and my pussy was absolutely dripping all over his cock. We rocked back and forth, and he rubbed my clit as I rode him. I came again and again as he pushed inside me. Switching positions had given his cock a new lease on life so I saw him reach over for the lube with a smile.

I climbed off him and bent over the side of the bed. He was behind me then, putting lube on his fingers as he rubbed from my clit to my ass, then pushing a finger inside my ass. I groaned as he did ... and then he pushed a second inside, getting me nearly wide enough for his cock. I was incredibly tight ... hadn't had anal in some time and as he pushed inside me ... ever so slowly ... I gasped, begging him to slow down. Finally he was fully inside me and I felt just rocked by the fullness in my ass and the friction he was starting to create inside me. Slow at first, working up to speed, he pulled all the way in and then all the way out with a pop, making me crave him more. I begged him to fuck my ass some more and he then began to fuck it with abandon. He was pounding my ass and I was biting into a pillow to keep from waking every single hotel guest ... finally we both came ... me first, with sweet, sticky, slick cum and him with a finish on my back.

It was about eleven at night now ... and we both cleaned up a bit and passed out. Just before 2 a.m. I had a hard cock poking at my slit again, wanting entry ...

I was still wet from before and certainly sleeping next to an incredibly sexy man who has fucked me blind four times in the last 12 hours doesn't hurt my lube production either. I rolled over on my back and stuck a pillow underneath my lower back ... put my legs on his left shoulder and pulled his cock into me. From this angle it was delicious -- rubbing my clit just so as he dove into my pussy over and over. This time I couldn't hold back my moan as he drove his cock deep inside me, fucking me hard and throughly -- just using my pussy like a cheap slut. I loved every minute ... and told him to fuck me harder. He seemed to enjoy being told what to do, so I ordered him to flip me over and fuck me hard doggy style so I could cum hard again. In seconds I was on my knees and his cock was deep inside me. He kept his thumb on and in my asshole, stretching me and fucking me with it with each stroke of his cock in my pussy. Completely wet and dripping, he pulled out from my pussy and pushed me down a bit ... and drove his hard, hot cock straight into my ass. I was loose from before but the combination of shock, a little pain and the feeling of fullness just enveloped me. I came by the bucket ...

Seconds later, he pulled out and shot cum all the way up my back and into my hair. We both collapsed for a moment then hit the shower ...

Sleep wasn't hard to come by after that ... but there was more fucking in the morning ...

Guess Who's Back?

2011-06-01T13:22:00.004-04:00

Dearest Readers,

After seven months of mind-blowing, toe-curling, deeply satisfying sex, I am back.

The guy? He's still here, still my love, still my muse, still my true love.

Yes. Your Scorpio has found quite a match in this one.

He knows of the blog and has asked when I'll be posting some of our adventures. I said soon -- three months ago -- and am now in the process of doing just that.

Let's start with the beginning ... so settle in, relax, grab a beverage and perhaps your favorite toy. My panties are gonna be wet after this -- hope yours are too.

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It started out so simple, so innocent. We reconnected in cyberspace and were friends for a few years. Then some casual back and forth conversation, then he asked if I texted. I replied with my number and soon we were texting. 2400 texts the first month alone, on top of phone calls and emails.

From talking came flirting and from flirting came lust ... and then love.

Of course I fell in lust first :)

We met up for the first time in many years ... I flew in, he picked me up at the airport. As the plane landed, my legs were shaking. I was nervous, worried and confused ... what if this guy turns out to be an asshole? an ax murderer? worse?

I make my way to the public area of the airport and spot him. Incredibly sexy. Tall, dark and handsome -- oh yes. And our first kiss -- it is cliche to say time stood still but it did indeed. I think my panties were soaking from the moment our lips touched.

We got lunch and headed back to the hotel. Six hours later we emerged -- freshly showered, ready for dinner out.

In those six hours we had acrobatic, exhausting sex. We started on the couch, with kissing and touching, clothes removed piece by piece. He then lifted me up, carried me to the bed and spread my legs wide. He dove into my pussy, licking, touching, sucking ... burying his face in my clit as I writhed in joy and anticipation. I came so much his face was shiny as he lifted his head to smile at me ...

I pulled up, and reached for him, stroking his body as I worked my way to his cock. It was, as I will say now and always, the perfect cock for me. Wide enough, long enough, thick enough ... just perfect to fit inside of me. I hadn't had a partner in awhile, so I was incredibly tight and he moaned as he dove into my slick, throbbing pussy. Just by his stroke inside me (and all the mouth and finger play just before), I came again, tightening up further and pushing his cock out of my pussy from the pressure of my orgasm.

He looked at me -- quite surprised -- and promptly filled me full again, pulling my legs on his shoulders as he rubbed and pumped inside me. I could hear and feel the slap of his balls on my ass as he pulled my legs apart -- one on each shoulder -- and buried himself in me. We flipped around to me on top, then doggy style then me bent over the bed for the finish. I came hard then, as he pushed his thumb in my ass as he came, making me gasp and orgasm hard. He struggled to keep his cock inside me -- pushing hard to make sure I didn't push him out again.

We napped after, then fucked again an hour later ... then another hour after that. Soon physical hunger overcame our urge to fuck again and we set out for dinner.

The room? I don't know if the hotel has been able to get the smell of fuck out of it yet.

And that was our first eight hours together ...

Long time gone ...

2010-10-24T15:17:00.003-04:00

July.

So much has happened since July.

The young'un -- I sent him packing after meeting him.

I don't have a name for him, just that ever-moist spot in my panties that craves his touch, sighs at his goatee brushing my thighs, longs for his entry to my soaking wet pussy ... followed by seemingly endless rounds of mind-blowing sex.

I *thought* I had had mind blowing sex before.

I Was Wrong.

I haven't shared this on my blog, dear readers, because he is more than just a fuck ... more than just one of the many men that has worshiped at the altar of my pussy.

He is my love. My lover. My friend. My muse.

Yes, dear readers, Scorpio is in love.

It started as lust, as so much of my life has done. Now it is so much more, but I still quake at the thought of his finger rubbing my slit, back and forth, ever so slowly, testing for that ever-present wetness when he is around.

The feel of his cock breaking me open, tearing at my walls, reaching deep into me.

The roughness of his hands as he takes me ... filling me in every possible orifice with his tongue. his fingers. his cock. our toys.

Just writing this, I'm wet.

Who knew that this Scorpio girl could be so over-the-top in love and lust?

I feel funny writing about him. Sharing him.

I don't want to share.

I want to keep him handcuffed to my bed. I want him to keep me handcuffed to my bed. Night, day, sun, moon, days, weeks, years ... I crave him.

I've never been so satisified.
I've never been so happy.
So pardon me, dear readers, if this blog takes a hiatus. For now, I want to keep him to myself.

So I've been a little busy ...

2010-07-17T20:56:00.002-04:00

getting sucked, fucked, licked, kissed, teased, pumped, twisted, turned, bent over and heels over head ... and what a few months it has been.

The young'un is insatiable, both for me and what I teach him. I'm using the Dan Savage campsite rule "leave it better than you found it" and as such, I think the next woman in his life will probably name her first child (male or female) Scorpio. ;)

I've been keeping up some with various blogs I have on here ... as for Fooled Around and Fell In Love ... man, I must admit to being teary-eyed over your trials and tribulations of late. I look forward to reading the rest of the story (as do, I'm sure, the rest of your readers). Linda Sue is a little stressed out of late, which I can relate to completely. My (real) life has twisted itself inside out since the last time I posted and as such, I'm lucky to have the young'un. If it weren't for him, no doubt I'd be a complete and utter bitch.

Hope you all are well -- I'll be back shortly with a more through post of what is going on these days in the world of Scorpio.

Approximately 250 orgasms later.

2010-05-12T20:05:00.002-04:00

I'm back.

I've been teaching the young'un all I know and he is an eager learner. Seems that he was told once, by another friend, that the best way to "up his game" was to fuck an older (heh) woman and learn what she'd teach him.

Teach him I have.

While his stamina is something to behold, he was very used to wham bam thank you ma'am sex -- and then leaving. He did this exactly one time and then called me later because he was horny again. I told him in no uncertain terms that if he wanted access to this pussy, he was going to learn to worship it.

A month later, we are getting there. We've fucked probably 50 times in this month, and my pussy is practically glowing with delight. His cunniliguist skills have been improved by at least 100% and certainly his techniques have become more varied.

He's coming (cumming) over tonight for some more, so I'll close for now. More soon ...

Gettin' Some

2010-04-13T19:29:00.004-04:00

A little crass, sure, but true. I'm gettin' some. Nothing to write home about, nothing as incredible as other experiences I've had, but I can say that gettin' some is better than gettin' none.

I'm working on improving the sex, of course. He's a new addition to my sex stable -- and a touch young (26) -- and hasn't had an older (!) lover. Who knew at 36 I'd be the "older woman?"

He's had plenty of sex. I suppose he has probably been an adequate, if not pleasurable, lover to the women he's been with over the years. His techniques are limited, he is more than a little freaked out about kissing me after I give him a blow job (heh) but on the plus side, he isn't opposed to me teaching him some things.

I've been doing some tutoring ... thus the lack of posts.

So readers, any suggestions for breaking in a new, rather unexperienced and unimaginative lover? I think I'll post a poll on this ... check over to the right.

Reader Story #5

2010-03-28T01:57:00.003-04:00

From M, a relatively recent addition to my email pen-pals.

Thanks, M.

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I've been reading your blog for quite some time and of course read your post back in November in regards to your birthday. I had wanted to write you back then, but forgot about it and an experience I had last week reminded me of it.

First off, a little back story. I'm 34, been married for a little over 2 years but we've been together for a total of 10 years. I actually lost my virginity to my wife (then gf) when I was 24. Yes, I was most certainly a late bloomer but have definitely made up for it. She was very experienced and wanted to do anything I wanted to make me happy. Sex with her is/was very good. The one limitation is that she is a bigger woman and some positions are just not possible due to her size but it's never been a problem with me.

A few months after we were married she brought up the idea of an "open relationship". Now (oh forgot to mention that she's also bi) I had a feeling at the time that this was mostly selfish on her part, but I went along with it. She had said that she felt bad that I was the only person that I'd ever been with and wanted me to have the opportunity to experience other people. We had a few rules though. One was that we would practice safe sex. Another was that we would tell each other when something happened. And last, we wouldn't let it get in the way of our lives.

I think it was a couple months later when she told me about her first encounter. We had really great sex afterwards. And that kinda scenario repeated itself every few months or so.

Now for me, I still hadn't done anything. We had discussed how this arrangement was in her benefit for the main reason that it's so much easier for a woman to go out and find sex. Especially a married woman. Not many women out there want to hook up with a married guy. So i placed a couple ads on Craigslist and all I got was spam. I responded to a few and all I got was spam. Then, I actually got a response from a real live woman that lived very close to me. Oh, and this was summer 2008. Turns out she's married too and also in an open relationship. Funnier still was that we are both in the same line of work (the restaurant business) lived a mile apart and had many other similarities. So after a few weeks of chatting on line, she came into the restaurant where I work and we met. Now nothing happened that night and I should also mention that our conversations were always flirty, but never got overly sexual.

We then went out a couple weeks later on a "date". Things went well until a crown I had broke and I was in some serious pain and had to go. She did give me a very awesome goodbye kiss though!

So fast forward till about a month ago. We text each other often, see each other every once in a while but have never had a chance to hook up. So right before Christmas I had a bike accident and had texted her about a bad sprained ankle I had. Next thing I know, she's telling me how she sometimes likes anal sex, likes it rough, doggy style, loves to masturbate, loves sucking cock, you name it. We were both pretty worked up over these texts (my first "sexting" experience) and I had 2 awesome orgasms.

So naturally, the tone of our future conversations were defiantly much more interesting! We had gotten even more in-depth about our likes/dislikes and the sexual tension was getting more and more intense.

So, finally, last week, we were able to finally get some alone time. We couldn't meet at either of our places, but we could go where I work. It's a day we're closed and since I'm in charge there's nothing to worry about.

She showed up and we had some champagne to calm some nerves. We went upstairs to where we have some couches to get a little more comfy. We talked about all kinds of stuff and I finally just attacked her with some serious kissing. Now, she's really into me and I'm very attracted to her which makes things even hotter. I then kinda get on top of her and am all over her very nice breasts and teasing her pussy through the pants she is wearing.

Next thing I know she pushes me of her and starts going after my cock through my jeans. I'm getting very hard now (I'm only about 6" long, but quite thick) and pulls down my pants, takes me out and starts sucking me. She's deep throating me and seems like she's really loving having my cock in her mouth. It felt wonderful to be blown (my wife doesn't like it too much) and didn't want it to end. I also didn't want to cum so fast so after a few minutes I pull her up to me and kiss her very deep. I love the taste of my cock on her.

It should also be mentioned that I LOVE eating pussy and really wanted to taste her in the worst way. I got her pants off and started feeling her pussy through the outside of her panties and could already feel how wet she was. I slid her panties off and didn't waste any time and dove right into her. She tasted amazing. Her pussy was so wet that it was actually making my cock harder. She was moaning and screaming in the best was as my tongue found its' way on her clit. I then put two fingers inside her and still had my mouth on her clit. She started going absolutely crazy at this point and I could feel her pussy just get tighter and tighter until she came hard. She didn't want me to waste anytime and wanted my cock inside her as fast as possible. We had already discussed that we didn't need to use condoms (she has an IUD and more on my rule later) and she felt so good on my super hard cock. I was very worked up and wish I could say I lasted a long time, but with her licking her cum off my face and then feeling her cum again around my cock was too much for me. I pulled out and shot all over her stomach. I should also mention that I'm not afraid of my cum. I love filling up my wife's pussy and licking out my cum while giving her a tremendous orgasm.

So we took a little break and next thing you know she's massaging my cock back to life. Luckily for me I recover very quickly. Now she's on top of me and is sucking my cock and fucking me with her tits. I reached down and felt her pussy, put a finger inside her and made her taste herself. I then turned her over onto all fours so I could eat her pussy more from behind. She is so into it that it is making me so turned on. She loves to be spanked, have her hair pulled, and to be called every bad name you can think of. She cums again as I eat her from behind and after about 20 seconds of her recuperating she flips over to take my cock in her mouth. I don't last long at all and cum on her face. I clean my cum up from her face and share it with her with a very passionate kiss.

I'm actually beat at this point but she is still hot for more. So we talk while she's playing with my cock and about 20 minutes later I'm ready to go again. She had also told me how she likes to be pinned down so that's exactly what I do. I hold her arms above her head so she can't move and slip my cock inside her. I continue to fuck her like this for about 10 minutes until I tell her I'm ready to cum and where does she want it. Music to my ears, she tells me to fill her up. That's all it takes for me and I cum deep inside her. At this point I let her go and slide down to see my cum oozing from her pussy. It looks too good to resist and I start eating her pussy again and tasting my cum. A minute later her body gets stiff and has another hard orgasm. At this point we're both totally wiped out!

We go our separate ways and talked later about what a great time we both had and how we'll be doing it again soon.

This for me was the best sexual experience I've ever had. Sex with my wife is great, but this was just different. I'm sure a lot of it has to do with the newness of it all, but this woman is just so fucking hot I love it. Now I was defiantly nervous beforehand, but feel totally comfortable about it now. I know our next time will be even better and I'll be able to last longer inside her. I did break the rule of no unprotected sex, but she's clean and up until her I had only been with my wife so I'm not worried. I haven't told my wife yet, but I will soon.

Reader story #4

2010-03-25T19:57:00.002-04:00

This one is from A ... a loyal reader of this blog and my sometime pen-pal. His stories never fail to amaze me and I look forward to each and every one of them I receive. Until he wrote me, I'd not known anyone like him ... and soon you'll find out why.

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Good to see you're finding action out there, liked the latest post to your blog. Several years ago when I was looking for a new kink to having sex with women I discovered sex with older women (they had to be in their late 40's or above), and used dating web sites to meet and sleep with older women, preferably on the first date or "meeting" is a better term than date, which was usually nothing more than a cup of coffee at a Starbucks. Eventually I eliminated that and had women agree to come to my apartment to meet me for the first time and get laid. My conservative older neighbors next door noticed a variety of women, one of whom was my first black lover, started coming and going, especially on the weekends, and probably heard the sounds of sex from my bedroom. They stopped talking to me but I didn't care, for me it was the best arrangement.

My last email mentioned that at 13 I discovered by accident that I could suck my own cock and did for several years after that. Just wanted to make sure that you knew that there are guys like me who can do that, not many, and we're considered the lucky few. Auto-fellatio, self-suck, it has different names, it wasn't until the internet and AOL chat rooms in the 90s that I discovered that I wasn't the only one who could do it, but more amazing was the number of guys I chatted with who wished they could. Totally straight guys admitting they would love to do it. A lot of straight guys also admitted they were curious to suck another man's cock but societal taboos kept them from exploring that experience.

There were guys begging to watch me do it, one guy even offered to fly me to his home in Oregon and pay me to do it in front of him but by then I was no longer flexible enough, it had become too painful to get into the correct position, something I sadly discovered in my early 20s, when I had my own apartment and tried several times but could only get my mouth within an inch of my penis. For a number of years I would use that position to masturbate and ejaculate into my mouth so I could still swallow my cum but by my 30s I found myself getting turned off by the taste of my own semen and stopped doing it.

If you're not familiar with this type of oral sex there's a web site solosuck.com that has videos of guys who suck themselves off.

I found this in wikipedia:

"Few men possess sufficient flexibility and penis length to safely perform the necessary frontbend.^[1] However, increased flexibility achieved via gravity-assisted positions, and physical training such as gymnastics, contortion, or yoga may make it possible for some. American biologists Craig Bartle and Alfred Charles Kinsey reported that fewer than 1% of males can successfully orally contact their own penis^{[citation needed]} and that only 2 or 3 men in a thousand could perform a full autofellatio.^[8] Previously, autofellatio was considered by behavioristic science a problem rather than as a variety in sexual practice."

It's interesting to read the reference to it being once thought of as a problem. I'd never heard of the act until I was in my 30's. When I first did it I actually felt ashamed of it and felt it was wrong to do, if masturbation was considered wrong by some, then sucking my own cock and swallowing my semen must be even worse. That didn't stop me from practicing it many times after my first time but it was my secret for many years. I immediately liked the act of sucking my cock and enjoyed the feeling of filling my mouth with semen, two facts that months later led me to devise a plan to seduce a friend of mine while my parents were away, allowing me to fellate him in my bed during a sleep-over. I found it was a lot less painful sucking his cock and eventually that of others though I still took care of myself as I loved the feeling of doing it to myself even if my neck or back got a little sore in the process.

Reader Story #2

2010-03-23T23:50:00.005-04:00

Reader "M" was kind enough to share his thoughts on my birthday wish with me ...

http://adventuresofascorpio.blogspot.com/2009/11/9-days-until-my-birthday.html

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Seems like no one has responded to you really, and while it's a tad late I think I will. I've enjoyed reading your blog so a belated gift shouldn't be too hard for me. For the record I'm a late-twenties male. I would've posted this as a response to your blog but apparently I'm far too wordy.

1. My best experience was really unexpected. It really was an act of desperation that both gave me one of the most fulfilling experiences physically, but also allowed me to shed some of my shallowness. I'm not too proud of this but I had just come out of a long distance relationship. I had not had any sexy-time in almost 4 months, and that time that i did was very unfulfilling. I had joined Adult Friend Finder and was too young for most people. (22-23). And then this wonderful 37 year old lady messaged me. We began talking and over the course of a week shared our fantasies and kinks. For the first time in my life (and last time as it stands) I talked about all my kinks, my fetishes, I showed her erotic stories I had written. These are things i've never felt comfortable sharing with any girlfriend in the past. I just don't think they'd handle it well. But this woman seemed to feed off it, the more i told her the more excited she got and she insisted many of my shared kinks would end up on her "to do" list as well. While I'll spare the sheer length of my stories and fantasies (as a lot of them do require so mental stimulation via teasing or flirting or other..) the quick and dirty laundry list goes like so:

* i've wanted to give oral to a man with a woman
* i've wanted a woman to jack me off in her panties
* i've wanted a footjob from a nylon clad woman
* i've wanted to eat a creampie from a woman
* i've wanted to have a woman use a strap-on me
* i've wanted to snow-ball and do other cum play with a woman
* i've wanted to fist a woman
* and in a dirty talking and bondage (and slight pain) wanted to dom a woman

Never had I come across someone with similar sexual philosophies as me: "I'll do absolutely anything short of breaking laws or morals to give my partner pleasure for the giving act itself pleases me". I had women who talked a good game but were prudish in real life, absolutely gorgeous women from the hollywood standard cliche who just laid there like they were doing me a favor, women who would never be open to an open relationship, women who would never accept my bi-curious side, women that would never understand any of my fetishes. Most girls i had a developing relationship with would go as far as anal on the taboo scale and just stop there. That's the best i could've ever asked for at the time.

So we arranged to meet and had the hotel reserved and then it dawned on me. I had such a wonderful time talking with this wonderful lady I had never seen a picture of her. She was hesitant to give one to me which made me worry but she did. And then I saw what she was hesistant about. She was pretty large. Not so large that people would gawk, but she was definitely tinkering on being obese (medically speaking). I was so torn inside. I had not been so open with someone, someone had never been so open with me sexually (on a first name basis), i had never been so attracted to someone's personality then unattractive to their pictures before. I didn't want to hurt her feelings, I'm not that kind of guy, and maybe a bigger person than me would have had the courage to be honest with her but in the end i'm glad I didn't.

I drove to her (3 hours) and we met up at a bar. Shared some dinner and an appetizer, at first I thought she was no better looking in person, but as we conversed I found the openness between us attractive, i found her little hints of being horny as attractive, i found her eyes attractive and her smile beautiful. Before we left the establishment I was only slightly torn about my feelings about what we were about to do. At the hotel we raced out of our clothes, and she attacked my penis (in a good way) like no woman ever had. I have always held the opinion that blowjobs are 90% enthusiasm, 10% skill. This woman gave it 120%. I couldn't tell if she desired my orgasm that badly or if she cared about my pleasure that much..but it didn't matter. The things she did with her hands and mouth and a wandering finger in my back-end.. my eyes rolled in the back of my head.

After i came, i was still rock hard.. something that had never happened before. By the time that oral session was over I hated myself for ever judging and worrying about her weight. Her attitude, personality, and oozing sexuality made her the sexiest woman I had ever met. That night and the following day we checked everything off my list and some off her own that 2 people could do alone together. I had never been so aroused to go again and again and again like I was with her. I was dominant, I was submissive, I was free with her. During the times I took more than 10 minutes recouping myself she was either putting on a show with some toys or playing with my penis with her hands and mouths to make him spring back to life again. She was simply insatiable, and i was growing to be as such. All in all in 12 hours I must've cum 15 times. I lost count of her orgasms. We did every nasty thing we could think off and we had fun with it. Every position, every dirty word you can think of was uttered and yet we didn't take it overly serious. In between sessions we talked of politics, former relationships, our sexual history, society, culture, music and art. We laughed and joked around and talked about what we liked about each other in and out of the sack. There was more than just kink here. There was raw passion, attraction, and connection.

Sunday she stated she had a surprise for me, one of her fuck buddies. And sunday became many more firsts for me. We shared his cock, I participated in double teaming a woman for the first time and loving every second of seeing her in the throughs of pleasure that no one can could bring her on their own. And i went down on her after he had left his seed in her. For the first time I got the experience the wonderous sensation of having "silky seconds". It was all very kinky and wonderful.

I thought, that when i left to go back home I might feel disgusted. Fantasies played out in real life can leave you feeling icky and like a cheap creep once they're said and done, especially with someone who's relatively a stranger. I thought with all the semen and hormones drained out of me I might go back on my perception of how attractive she really was to me and that maybe i just used the scenario to try some things I otherwise wouldn't. But that's not the case. I still fantasize about her years later. I still think she's the sexiest woman i've ever been with. Her attitude, her personality, her enthusiasm were the most freeing and non-judgmental i've ever come across. For the first and only time in my life i was allowed to be me, 100%, behind closed doors with someone else and furthermore for someone else to share the same back. It was a wonderful feeling. I drove home and had a glowing smile on me for days. If I had to pick between her and some of the model-type chicks i've had in the past, I'd pick her every time. If she didn't move I could have honestly seen a very long lasting wonderful connection between us developing. We stay in contact here and there though and it always makes me smile to talk to her.

2. From an STD chances perspective I'd say no. From the fact I like experiencing new people, new perspectives, new fantasies, new likes and dislikes, i'd say yes in a heartbeat.

3. I used to believe whole heartedly (romantically so) in monogamy. And I still desire a deeply emotive, loyal 1 on 1 relationship with women. Always will. But I do think open relationships are the way to go, be it polyamory, cuckolds, swingers, hot-wife relationships, whatever's clever for that couple.. do a lot a bit more freedom and happiness in a person's life if they have the maturity to handle such things. Being that I've grown into the type of person that adores seeing women deriving pleasure from others (men or women) I definitely know I do not want monogamy again in my life.

4. I'd repeat my answer to #1 all over again and extend it out for a week.

5. Not sure entirely. I pick you or the couple features at biandbi.

6. I really would love to experience a squirter once (or make a girl who never has do so for the first time)

Reader Story Week ... Story 1

2010-03-22T20:32:00.003-04:00

Each day this week, I'll be publishing a story sent to me by one of my readers. I get a fair amount of mail from readers -- and some of those emails include stories. This one is from my friend C. Thank you C, for sharing this with me and for being one of the best pen pals a woman could ask for.

xoxoxoxox

This story is how I wish *my* St. Patty's Day had worked out. Good Job C.

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St. Patty's Surprise

I went out to my local Irish pub last nite, just to see the crowd and have a Guinness. It was about 8, and the place was packed, very loud. People were 3-deep at the bar.

I was standing at the end of the bar, near a bunch of young women, who were dressed in various shades of green, had on some green beads, very loud, half-drunk.
They were pretty friendly, seemed to be in the their mid-late 20's, kissing random guys. I even got kissed by one. I was talking with them, one that was pretty nice. She was pretty plastered.
She was about 5'6", slim, nice boobs and ass. Tight jeans, goofy-looking green/white striped pull-over, low cut, showing off her tits. I bought a few some beers, talked, but mostly shouted, flirted with them.

This one got flirty with me. She asked me why I was alone, said it's my near-by bar, I'm separated, etc. She just came with her gf's for fun. She didn't know of the place. She was from a suburb, about 10 miles away. Talk went to sex. OK, I initiated it, asked her what she liked, what she's done, complimented her on her boobs, tight ass. Something in that got her way more interested in opening up to me, than I ever would think.

She looked at me straight, through those sorta red eyes and said, "Ya know, I just really like sucking cock."

Oh, well, let's explore that.

I asked her if she was a kinky girl. She said, "Ya, sorta". I told her I love to lick pussy, and that if she's ever been rimmed. She said she loves to be rimmed. I said I'd love to do that while stroking her g-spot. She said the guys she knows don't know how, or have never even heard of that.
A few more direct questions, would she liked to be licked, and fingered? Beer was drained, and we were off to my car in the back lot.

She eagerly climbed in, and I was off to a small park nearby. She went right for her top, pulled it down, and pulled out her boobs over the top. She had some sort of low-cut bra on, and she fished those girls right out. "You like these?" She was tweaking her nipples. Very nice, big pencil erasers, nice round boobs. I haven't seen or felt some like that for a long time. The nurse is not that well endowed. I was feeling with one hand, trying to drive and shift too.

We got to the park, and I barley got the car shut off, and she had turned in her seat, and into my chest, pressing her tit in my mouth. Very nice, hard nips, and her hand went to my dick, already at half-mast. She was fumbling for the zipper, and I reached down, undid my belt, zipper, and slid my pants part way down. She fished out my dick, stroked it a bit and simply said, "I wanna suck you off." I said, 'I wanna lick your pussy and ass.'

"Here? How can we do that?" I was already on her pants, had the top unbuttoned, and the zipper down. I said. 'Kneel on the seat' as I used both hands to pull her pants down. First surprise of the nite, no panties. Damn, I would think those tight jeans would chaff a bit. I slid them to her knees, then told her to turn around. I slid one leg off her. She put her knees on the center console,
her legs behind, one almost in the steering wheel, and spread them as best she could, and I pulled her ass to me. I pulled open her ass-cheeks, and wiggled my tongue down her crack to her asshole. She gasped as I slid along her butt-hole. She was clean, I tongued it, stabbed at it, and she pushed back on me, spread 'em a bit more, and I went to her pussy. She was getting wet, and my fingers, from the other side, found her clit. I wetted my fingers from her pussy, rubbed her cilt some. She gasped a bit more, and I slipped few inside. The angle was not very good for this.
She had very nice, meaty lips, shaved pussy and tight hole, but her wetness allowed for 2 fingers pretty easy. We were both feeling the beer, and she was hot, no question. It was a bit hard to keep tonguing her pussy this way, so I went back to her ass. She was moaning and whimpering, as my tongue went in her ass. She was flexing her butt-hole back on my tongue, and my fingers were working her g-spot. She got louder, and damn if she didn't cum, loud and hard
on my tongue and fingers in her pussy. I was little surprised frankly. She came quickly.

She turned around again, her hand to my dick, "Oh, god that was good. Can I suck you now?" and without waiting for an answer, she went down on me, half way in her mouth before she closed over my dick, and started sucking hard. She got her tongue in and around my head right away. She had turned, and my hand went to the back of her ass, found her pussy and asshole as I probed her pussy, and with a wet finger, pushed one into her ass, slowly but firmly in
2 knuckles. She moaned and hummed onto my cock, so I pushed in her pussy and ass as far as I could, and started wiggling my fingers. She attacked my cock, bobbing fast up and down. Damn, she was good, a better bj than this I've not had in awhile Oh, the nurse is good, but she's more slow, erotic. This gal was hard and fast, determined I could tell.

Man, I really wanted to last longer, but she was hitting all the right spots on me, and I came hard and fast. She gagged on me twice, and bottomed out on the last stoke as I shot in her mouth, a good 4-5 times. She pulled up right away, wiped her cheek a bit, and bent in to kiss me.

I'm not a shy guy at all, and cummy-kisses are not new to me, but then she snow-balled me.

She pushed two swipes of her tongue into my mouth, well cum-soaked, and frenched me, as I did her. I must admit, I was OK with this, and it was very hot. This nice young chick that just blew me, was now very eagerly swirling her tongue around in my cum-filled mouth. We did that for awhile, and yes, I swallowed it all, as she did.

She sat back and said, "That kinky enough for tonight?" Yeah, it was, no question. My face was wet from her pussy, ass, and our cum, and I had gotten a great blow-job.Yeah, can we do this again? "Sure" she buttoned up, as I did, and I got her number driving back to the bar.

She ran ahead of me, and I stopped in the mens room to catch my breath and clean up a bit. The crowd was still big, and I didn't see her or her friends, but I had another beer to calm down a bit.

Now, something like that hasn't happened to me in a long time, and oh yeah, especially the snow-ball part. I got very hot and hard writing this, and I must admit, it was terribly hot and erotic. I'd really like to fuck her now, and I'm gonna see if she's available this weekend.

69 Followers.

2010-03-22T20:11:00.002-04:00

Heh.

Welcome to The Wanderer ...

I'll be adding you to my blogroll to celebrate you serving as my 69th follower.

Part 3

2010-03-19T20:48:00.002-04:00

I lay on my back, still handcuffed to the bed with the ball gag fully in place ...

I know what a good eye-beg looks like, hell, I've been given it plenty of times by men. It's the universal look of sad puppy combined with "I'll do anything you want" with a touch of pretty please with sugar on top.

I gave him that look. It was no use. His belly laugh was simultaneously disheartening and exciting -- as I knew I would continue to be pleasured. I could feel my throat becoming scratchy -- from all my restricted moaning and knew it would only become worse as he had me just where he wanted me.

He pulled up beside me ... cock bobbing beside my face. He ran his cock, shiny with pre-cum, across my forehead, down my cheek and circled the ball gag with the tip. I was absolutely writhing now, wanting nothing more than his cock in my mouth, sucking down every last drop of the cum that was surely waiting for me.

He smiled at me as he tapped his cock on my gag, letting his balls rub on my cheek absolutely driving me insane. I was mewling, making that begging sound only best described by abject humiliation of oneself. I was shameless, I was begging, I was enraptured by his cock.

Then he opened the lube again, straddled my chest and poured some all over my tits. It was one slippery, slidey, sexy titty fuck as he pushed my tits together, rubbing his cock up and down them, and tapping the ball gag with his cock on every upward thrust. He knew this is one of my favorite tricks -- a titty fucking with a suck or lick at each stroke -- and knew that the sliding of his cock through my tits and up to my mouth would drive me wild.

It did.

By this time I was positively squirming, the handcuffs rattling on my metal headboard, ball gag wet and sloppy in my mouth, breasts slippery and cunt utterly dripping. I caught my breath, settled down and looked him in the eyes with my most pleading look ...

He pulled off the ball gag.

Slid his cock down my body and right into my cunt, nice and deep with no pause. I took a breath and his thumb began working my clit as he pulled one leg up and over his shoulder and he fucked me deep, hard and senseless.

I don't know how many times I came, nor how many times he paused, dropped back and licked my pussy clean of cum only to fuck me hard again. What I do know is this -- the last time I came, I was hoarse. Shortly thereafter, I was rewarded with a sloppy mouthful of cum and a big kiss to share it with him.

I've never slept so well.

Part 3 is coming ...

2010-03-18T21:46:00.002-04:00

Sorry there's been a delay in Part 3 -- I've been working on getting my Irish on this week and needless to say, the hours I've been keeping are not conducive to blogging. More this weekend, promise.

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Received a story from a friend today that is RIDICULOUSLY hot -- You Know Who You Are. If I receive permission to share the story, I will, but for now, suffice to say most of us WISH we celebrated St. Patty's Day the way my friend did. Wow.

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I have a few reader stories to share next week. I've been meaning to share them but when I'm as thoroughly fucked as I was last weekend, sharing that moment with all of you seems more important. If you've shared your stories and given me permission to share them, they are coming ... er ... cumming. That is to say, if you haven't shared a story with me and want to, by all means, please do. I love reader stories and permission to share them would be lovely as well -- but by no means required. I will keep my word if you just want to confess your naughty doings to me. :)

The Old Fling, Part 2

2010-03-15T20:26:00.002-04:00

In my last post, I left myself and the fling on the bed with leather cuffs. ... and me moaning to hoarse.

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After he cuffed me to the bed, he flipped me over on my stomach, pulled up my knees a bit and bent behind me, rubbing one finger up and down my slit, from clit to pussy to ass, slowly, quietly. That rubbing back and forth was punctuated with dives by his mouth into tongue-fucking my pussy, tongue-fucking my ass and random rough rubs on my clit. I was squirming, as when he leaned in to lick me, he'd let his hard cock brush against me a bit on the return. I was moaning and begging him to fuck me and in no uncertain terms, he told me he had been waiting a long time to fuck me and he intended to go on as long as humanly possible. Then he told me that if I kept begging, he'd put a ball gag in my mouth and do what he wished with me until I could beg appropriately with my eyes for him to fuck me.

So what's a naughty Scorpio to do? (grin) ...

Beg incessantly, of course. Come on baby, fuck me. Give me that hard cock. I want to feel you inside me ... be rough baby ... I want to feel your cock banging in my ass. Please baby please ...

The ball gag came out .. but first he rubbed it all over my pussy, coating it in my juices, then shoved it in my mouth. He told me he wanted me to taste just how wet I was and how much I wanted him, but he wasn't giving into me just yet. The ball gag was coated with the taste of me as he shoved it in my mouth, gagging me a bit. After he put it on me, he licked my lips around the gag and whispered in my ear that begging only made him want to fuck me more, and that this moment was for me ... to please me.

After the ball gag was in place, he pulled me back to my knees, kneeling a bit as I leaned over to where my hands were cuffed to the headboard. He pushed his head between my thighs and began licking me again ... so very softly that I was whimpering and pushing down on his face, trying to grind him into me again. He pushed my knees apart and pulled a pillow under his head and braced against me grinding and licked, sucked, tongued and, for lack of a better word, tortured my hungry pussy with his lips and tongue. I wanted to get off again and he was teasing me ...

He stopped bracing for a moment and I felt him reach for something. I heard the sexy sounds of a lube bottle opening up and without too much fanfare, he crammed an anal plug in my ass. It stretched me and pulled a bit, leaving me to gasp under the gag and just as I gasped, he started working it in and out of my ass, in a bit, out a bit, then in harder, out slower ... He wasn't stopping me from grinding on him now and I rubbed on him hard, feeling his tongue fuck my pussy and him sucking on my clit.

The pressure on my asshole and the sucking on my clit left me nearly breathless as he continued to work me over. Although we had done plenty of anal play in the past, he'd never used a plug with me and feeling its fullness in my ass was driving me wild.

He pulled out from under me and began to work the plug in earnest ... I was whimpering with joy and my pussy was dripping cum down my thighs. Just as quickly as he had put it in, he pulled it out, replacing it with his tongue and mouth. He pushed me down on the bed, flat and I felt his hands pull my cheeks apart as he buried his mouth into my ass, tonguing me deep.

His hands pulled apart my legs again and he used his fingers to rub between my clit and the sheet, with one, two, three, then four fingers diving into my pussy. He punctuated these dives with tongue-fucking my ass, driving me absolutely wild. My pussy and ass were well coated with my cum and lube and to tease me, he raised up and rubbed the length of his cock up and down the crack of my ass, never penetrating, just rubbing, making me absolutely crazy as he held me down with one hand on my back and his legs covering mine.

He flipped me back over on my stomach and did the same thing again, this time to my pussy. I was looking at this shiny, sexy, fat, hard cock and did my best "fuck me" with my eyes ...

He laughed. "Not yet."

An Old Fling Returns

2010-03-13T16:57:00.002-05:00

Just an average Thursday in my life -- nothing notable, nothing major. Just a day.

Then the text: "I want to bury my cock in your ass while I pinch your titties."

Well Now.

Nothing gets my attention faster than being direct. Not only was this direct, but it was just what I was needing.

Even better -- my calendar was free and he was headed here. We've not had sex in a couple years but his cock was memorable both for its length (9") and girth (ridiculous) -- not to mention his willingness to be my bitch in bed.

For such a tall, strong man, you'd never guess that I'm getting all mine before he even gets started. It is how he likes it -- and who am I to argue when he worships my pussy, ass, titties and body so completely?

He arrived mid-day yesterday and it wasn't ten minutes later that his lips and tongue were working my pussy and ass. I love it when he licks me and pushes his tongue into me. He makes it super sloppy so I can hear everything in clear detail as I'm feeling it. He pushed a finger into my ass as he teased my clit, sending me closer and closer to orgasm. Then the "shocker" and I blew a load of my juice all over his face. He had my cum all over his face and when he looked up at me and smiled, I came again.

He was rough with me -- just like we liked it. Filling my pussy with his hand ... working me up to a fisting while his other thumb was rubbing around and thrusting into my ass. By this time, lube wasn't needed as I was sloppy with my cum, his saliva and the little bit of lube he'd used to first push into my ass.

I was begging by now -- wanted to feel that cock deep inside me and ride him until he blew a nut all over my tits. He just looked at me, pulled out the leather cuffs and locked me to the bed.

It was hours later by the time I got his cock ... and by then, I'd gone hoarse from all my moaning.

New developments ...

2010-03-10T15:21:00.002-05:00

Steve and I are still enjoying each others' company but I foresee the end coming soon. He has mentioned more than once that perhaps he'd like to date -- and although I have no doubt we'd have great fun -- his kids' opinion matters greatly to him.

And I'm not very much older than they are :)

In other news, I head back to school this fall. In the next couple of weeks, I am taking the GRE (Graduate Record Examination) for entrance into a Ph.D. program. Yes, it is my dream to be a Ph.D. and I think Dr. Scorpio sounds almighty sexy, don't you? *cue Hot for Teacher*

I'll keep you posted how it goes.

Snow on the roof.

2010-02-23T20:55:00.002-05:00

Ah, my readers and their comments make me laugh. Yes, dear reader, there is snow on that roof and most definitely heat in the fireplace.

Steve has been a definite addition to my life -- and my bed.

After our first night together and the many orgasms I had, I knew that this was something incredible in the making. Most times, the first time -- I don't cum. It takes some talent to get me to cum and it isn't for the untalented. I suppose I've learned the fine art of getting myself off so well that I know exactly how practiced I had to be to get *myself* off, let alone just someone trying.

I won't say that this is love, no no, far from that. I'd say a whole lot closer to lust on a high scale.

Since I last posted, we've been fucking about five times a week. I have to say, there are times it astounds me that we haven't killed each other with our sexual acrobatics. Most days my calves, hips and thighs ache from our many positions. I can say that my cocksucking abilities have even gone up a notch since I've had extra time with him to play.

He's joked more than a few times about how we are so compatible in bed. He's right.

I'd fuck him every chance I get.

At a bar near you ...

2010-01-27T20:40:00.002-05:00

I was out with a friend recently at a local watering hole I like to call my own. Good beer, good laughs, good times. I saw a few guys at the bar I'd like to fuck, but there was one in particular that was working his game.

Let's call him Steve.

Steve was 51, single, a couple of kids. Owns a Harley (mmmm), twinkle in his eye (mmmm) and looks like all kinds of trouble (double mmmm). Just my type for a sweet fuck.

He was working his moves, as I, at 36, look like the sweet young innocent type (heh!) when I want to. I play the part well -- look professional, act professional, give the impression of being a sweetheart when really I eat men for lunch. Who am I to dispute his impression of me? (big wink)

We started talking when my friend was there, but soon she excused herself to go home to her family. I wasn't shy, knew how the game is played and nursed my beer accordingly. He offered to buy me another (which I allowed) and I flirted shamelessly. He was just the type I like to fuck -- fun, interesting and not in it for the long term. What can I say, I worked it, and worked it hard.

We walked out together and he kissed me goodnight. He tried to work it a little harder, but I'm a big girl, like to play the game out. I'm sure he would have liked more but I enjoy playing the game.

The next day I called under rather false premises. No shame, me.

He was eager to take me out to lunch. Me, the innocent type, of course said yes. Again with the shameless.

He took me out to a fancy place, obviously trying to impress me with his status. Little did he know how little that mattered to me ... however, I wasn't about to let the game end so quickly. He played the big man, ordering for me and making sure everything was perfect. No problem.

After lunch, I suggested dessert. At my place.

Soon we were entangled in my sheets as he explored every inch of my body. He seemed delighted to have such a sweet young thing in bed, so he made every moment last, licking my breasts, sucking my nipples, licking every square inch of me. He made my clit absolutely sing with his sucking, licking and fingering -- I thought I was literally floating above my bed. He made me cum repeatedly as he sucked my clit, taking it into his mouth as he simultaneously licked me from ass to clit ... I was moaning his name over and over as he made me cum.

Soon after, he slid into me. I was ridiculously wet, slippery with cum as he stroked in and out of me, pausing occasionally to rub his cock up and down my pussy, giving special attention to my clit.

It was about the tenth time I'd come when he took his cum soaked cock and rammed it into my ass.

I was quite surprised but pleased -- I hadn't had a good ass fucking in quite a while and his cock made me absolutely wild with desire. He stroked me long and hard, rubbing his thumb along my clit as he rammed deep inside my ass. I was spasming over and over with each stroke, barely able to keep myself from passing out entirely from the pleasure.

It wasn't long before he pulled out, ripped the condom off and spewed hot cum all over my tits.

I'm rethinking these older guys now ... what ever was I thinking before?

Tony

2010-01-14T19:23:00.002-05:00

Ah, Tony.

I wrote a bit about Tony back in November, I believe. He is the friend's brother-in-law and almighty sexy.

For many, many good reasons, he is completely and utterly undatable. He is, however, completely fuckable.

And Fuck Him I Have.

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It all started one night after a dinner party we attended together. I was feeling extra-especially horny and hadn't had any in a few months, aside from my own hand and Bob, the battery operated boyfriend. Needless to say, add a little wine, some flirtation and I was determined to fuck him senseless that night.

He isn't a wine drinker (and I am), so he was definitely in his cups that night. I was more buzzed later, at his house, when he was playing bartender to make me another drink. We spent the evening laughing and joking across the dinner table, flirting and teasing, with just the right amount of teasing to know that we both were interested. The night drew on and I offered to drive him home (he'd caught a ride with a family member to the dinner).

As we drove back to his house, I flirted incessantly. I teased, I joked, I rubbed his arm and hand ... anything I could do to let him know I wasn't kidding about being interested. He responded accordingly and invited me into his home. When we got inside, we first relaxed around his kitchen table as he made me a drink. I didn't need another at that point, but I also knew that I wasn't driving home anytime soon.

It was shortly after my first sip of drink that I laid it all on the line. I told him I was horny, I hadn't had sex in a few months and that he turned me on. I think I pretty much knocked him over with my direct talk. It was shortly after that I straddled him on his chair, put my hands on his face and hair and kissed him deeply.

It wasn't long thereafter that there was a trail of clothing to his bedroom ... piece by piece ... each of our clothes coming off with each kiss and touch.

As he licked and sucked his way from my mouth, to my neck, to my breasts ... sucking, kissing, caressing and making my nipples stand out like sentinels. He licked and sucked my nipples with force until I cried out ... then sucked and licked them some more. At this time I was rubbing my hands all over him and taking his cock in my hand as I felt some pre-cum on the tip.

Soon after, I was on my side, with my mouth sucking his cock as my hands rubbed his balls and taint while he buried his tongue and fingers in my cunt. I was sopping wet and soon, he rubbed my clit until I was even more wet, then slid his fingers deep inside me to rub my special spot. I was positively moaning by now ... my moans were so loud I was certain the neighbors had to have heard. As he rubbed my gspot, I felt my cunt spasm and it was at that moment that I squirted all over his hand, his sheets and his arm.

All that sticky wetness only got us hotter as he crawled on top of me, lifting my right leg above his shoulder as my left leg wrapped around his ass and he drove into me, that thick full cock diving into me over and over. With each position change he was able to fuck me harder and it wasn't long before I'd cum at least 6 times. We fucked for close to an hour ... the alcohol keeping him hard and unable to cum and me riding him like he was my personal whore. When he finally came, it was an explosion of cum for both of us ... and the wet spot wasn't just a spot, it was the bed.

We fell asleep in each other's arms, waking every hour or two to fuck again, then fall back asleep. We had sex 5 times that first night ... and the next morning I could hardly walk.

It was worth every minute.

2010 .... Gotta Get Laid (Again)

2010-01-06T19:48:00.002-05:00

Hello dear readers ...

It has been a rough couple of months but let's say I'm ready to start 2010 with a clean slate. I'll share a few tales from the last few months but let's focus on the new.

I posted a new CL ad this week and received over 100 responses in a few short hours. After sending a copy of it to a friend (Hello C), he told me he would "hit that." High compliment and I took it as such!

There are a few contenders and tomorrow is the first of a few coffee dates to determine the official first fuck of 2010.

Here's to CL, 100+ responses and finding that very fabulous fuck for 2010. :)

DC ... and what nearly was.

2009-11-11T21:29:00.002-05:00

A few months ago, a reader had contacted me about my blog, told me he lived in DC and if I was ever in the area, let him know.

I did and am, so we tried to set things up.

And then work stepped in.

So now I'm cranky, horny and tired. I'd hoped there would be an adventure while I was here, but unfortunately not.

I'm sorry, dear reader. I know it is no consolation, but I'd have much rather spent the day in bed with you.

9 Days Until My Birthday

2009-11-05T21:30:00.002-05:00

A special request for all of you, as a gift from you to me.

Answer one of these questions ... take some time, think about it, I'll refer back to this on November 14.

1. Describe your best sexual experience. What made it the best? How did you feel before, during and after?

2. Think about your number of partners. If tomorrow you could magically double (triple, etc.) that number or divide it in half (or thirds, etc.) -- would you? Why?

3. Do you think men and women can be monogamous all their lives? Why/why not?

4. If you could fuck anyone (and I do mean anyone) -- who would it be? Why? What would you do to them? They to you?

5. Of the sex bloggers I have featured in the blog roll, who would you want to participate in an orgy with you? Why? (thanks to Shared Cindy for this question ... what a great time you had in NY/FL!)

6. Share with me (and all readers) -- a fantasy, a naughty thought, a wish or a shout-out.

g'night ... start thinking!

One month later.

2009-11-05T21:01:00.002-05:00

Hello, all. I've missed you.

Thank you, everyone, who sent me an email or made a note on this site expressing condolences. You really have no idea just how much that meant to me.

I'm still at "why" on my friend's passing ... I'm not sure that will ever truly be answered, but I ask it all the same. His wife is adjusting, slowly. I keep in contact with her, doing what I can. I'll see her over Thanksgiving.

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In rather unexpected blessings, I got royally laid this month. Oh yeah, ooh baby, amen! We shall call him Tony. A friend's brother-in-law, single, late 30s, no kiddos. Has a way of working my g-spot into a frenzy and me into a quivering, throbbing mess. I squirted all over his sheets the first night we had sex. Yes. The First Night.

More on that soon. Promise.

Until then, thanks. Seriously, thank you. I couldn't ask for better readers.

September was a hard month.

2009-10-04T21:07:00.003-04:00

Not for any of the good reasons that something is "hard" either ...

I lost a dear friend this month. A friend for over a decade, he was a wonderful friend, great husband and fabulous father.

It was a sudden thing, no warning, a freak accident gone awry.

I flew back north at a moment's notice to give comfort to his widow, a dear friend of mine as well.

I'll be back online, just need a little more alone time right now. Contemplating life. Death. Meaning of it all and most of all -- why.

xoxoxo, S.

A new post

2009-09-11T21:22:00.002-04:00

Over on the Fellatrices ... link is on the right side, down towards the bottom.

This was my Friday night at a bar near me ...

Some days ...

2009-09-08T19:59:00.003-04:00

As you know from my previous posts, I love getting reader mail. You can find my email address to the right ... yep, right over there. Sometimes I'm lucky enough to get a request to write a fantasy. Since I promised this one a few weeks ago (prior to my life turning upside down at work), I thought today would be a good time. Reader -- you know who you are, Enjoy.

In my dating life, I've only dated white guys for the most part. It isn't like I have turned down those of other races, it is just that I've seemed to only attract the white men of the world. However, as fashion and fantasy tastes change, I am finding myself more and more the object of black men's affections.

You see, I'm no Kate Moss. I'm what one would call voluptuous. In the 1940s and 50s, I would have been smoking hot. I'm more Betty Grable or Veronica Lake than Kate Moss. I have full, rounded breasts that sit high on my chest, perfectly perky (and pass the pencil test), but they are solid C's. My waist is small, while my hips and thighs are wider. I have a little belly, but as I've been told once before, it is a sexy, womanly belly. The kind that comes from good food, good living and great wine.

This, combined with my hazel eyes and curly long hair and standing all of 5'5", doesn't fit the fantasy of the typical thirtyish white male. What I do know, and know well, is that I fit the fantasy of black men, specifically a man I'll call Steven.

Steven is a sight to behold. Dark and bold, his 6'5" frame towers over me. His shoulders are wide, his waist is narrow and his eyes light up when I mention how much I want him. It is a kind of control I don't take lightly, because, truth be told, I am his slut and love to please him.

It all started one Saturday night. I had a long week at work and had spent Saturday leisurely, just doing laundry and relaxing. I spent a little time at the pool, so my freckles had popped out, spotting my white-as-milk skin. After a nap that afternoon, I decided it was time that I got out and had a beer -- I needed to fully relax, after all, it was an awfully long week. All work and no play makes Scorpio a dull girl.

I headed out to my favorite sports bar. Two things about this place make me smile. One is the 25 televisions (or so) that dot the walls, each featuring a different game. For a sports-lover like me, this is perfection. Secondly, the staff and clientele are a mixed bunch. Old, young, men, women, white, black and otherwise all commune together in harmony here. It is the rare place that appeals to all, while catering to no one.

It had gotten later ... 5ish, when I finally showered and got ready to head out to the bar. I wore a green v-neck tshirt, tight enough to show off my assets, but not so tight as to cause a commotion. Shorts and sandals completed the outfit, along with some of my favorite jewelry. I looked good, but not spectacular. I was headed out to grab a bite, not to make friends.

It was a college football Saturday and the bar was packed. Patrons were squeezing into every single barstool, space and table, save one. As I slid onto the sole remaining barstool, I gave my order to Chris, my favorite bartender. Just then I happened to notice the guy sitting to my left ... alone, just like me.

He looked like he was intently watching a game, but as I happened to look over at him, I caught him appraising my breasts. I smiled and he chuckled a bit at being caught. I'm not one to meet a stranger so I introduced myself. He told me his name was Steven and that he came here on occasion to watch a game or two.

Steven struck me as a friendly guy, but nothing sparked for me intially. After he had introduced himself, he went back to watching the game, albeit sneaking looks at me and my chest when he thought he could get away with it. I enjoyed letting him.

We began to talk shortly after the Cubs game ended. Turns out he was as big of a fan as I was, and regardless of the dozens of college football games on the televisions around us, we both found ourselves engrossed in the Cubs. He had family back in Chicago and one of his fondest memories was of Wrigley. As a third-generation Cubbie fan, we both commisserated over the endless "next years" we had survived as fans.

It wasn't long before he had his arm wrapped around the back of my chair and I had swiveled around to face him, letting my right knee touch his right knee as my left knee rested on the back of his chair. It must have been the combination of the beer, the Cubs and this incredibly hot man sitting next to me when I blurted out that I thought he was sexy.

He told me I reminded him of those 50s pinup girls, you know the ones, with the soft flowing hair, big smiles and gorgeously curvy bodies. I don't know why, given that I was wearing a tshirt and shorts, but I was flattered nonetheless. The afternoon turned to evening, the evening turned to night and soon it was midnight.

For someone who had planned on getting dinner and a beer, I had spent nearly 6.5 hours in a bar, talking to someone I didn't know ... and talking to him about nearly everything.

I excused myself to the restroom, thinking it was time to call it a night, when he caught my elbow and asked me if I'd let him walk me to my car. Of course, I said, I'll be right back.

While I was in the restroom, I splashed water on my face, trying to come to grips with the amount of beer I had drank, the hot man beside me, and saying goodbye after such a fruitful evening. I returned back to the bar, paid my bill and out the door we went.

The evening had grown cooler, with just a smattering of a rainstorm a few hours before. As Steven guided me out to my car, he told me in no uncertain terms just how sexy he found me and how much he wanted this night not to end.

We arrived at my car and he wrapped his strong dark arms around me. In the moonlight, I was as pale as light, while he was nearly luminescent in his darkness. I looked up at him and he kissed me. The feel of his strong, persistent mouth on mine was enough to make me instantly wet. My nipples hardened as he ran his hands up and down my back, rubbing on my ass, up my sides and then quickly over my breasts. I could not help but moan as his mouth licked and sucked on my neck.

I've always been weak in the knees for kisses on my neck but this was something different -- persistent and demanding, all while asking and wanting. He pushed me back against my driver's door and ran his hand down my side, then reached up, pulled my shorts a bit and rubbed his long fingers against my pussy. I was sopping wet, having soaked my panties and shorts in just the few minutes we were kissing. His fingers became more insistent, rubbing my clit and running in and outside of my pussy.

I have never wanted to be fucked more than this moment in time. His fingering became more persistent, now entering me and cupping his fingers around for my gspot. I moaned, loudly and heard the laughter of another couple in the distance. At that time I didn't care about anything other than being touched by Steven ... and wanting to know exactly what I had in store for me that night.

He rubbed and rubbed, alternating between my clit and my gspot until I came, over and over, soaking his fingers, his hand and my shorts ... Lost in my own orgasm, I moaned his name and with one quick push from him, I was down on my knees, back to my car, with his cock just above my mouth. In the time he had been fingering me, he had undone his pants and pulled out the most incredible cock. It was long, just the right thickness and hard as brass and my mouth covered it before he could ask me to suck it. In fact, just as he was asking me to suck his cock, I took him into my mouth and grabbed the base of it with my right hand.

I rocked back and forth with my hand as my mouth danced over his cockhead and I licked up and down the shaft. I could hear a car door slam, just then, reminding me that we were in a not-so-dark part of the parking lot and I was servicing him on my knees.

I attempted to get up, and he put his hand on my head, telling me to finish, that I was his slut now, and that I was to follow his demands. This got me even hotter, as I am always in charge and this role reversal, even more so with a stranger, had taken me to new heights. As I gripped his cock with my right hand, my left hand was unzipping my shorts, reaching into my panties and rubbing my clit and pussy.

My sloppy slickness, my mouth on his cock and his approach towards orgasm hit a crescendo as the lights in the parking lot were being shut off, one by one. It was now closer to two, the bar had closed and the last of the bar's staff were leaving. Just as the light above us went off, his cock jerked and wave after wave of thick, salty, gooey cum washed over my tongue and mouth. I drank every drop, licking and sucking to his finish, even licking off the head as he shuddered a bit at my ministrations. By this time I'd had my 8th or 9th orgasm and was awash in my own juices, happiness and the general peace that comes over me after a quality orgasm.

Little did I know just how fast he would recover ... or just how much fucking my pussy and ass would take over the next few hours as I became Steven's slut.

Horny as Hell and I'm Not Gonna Take It Anymore.

2009-08-17T21:46:00.003-04:00

Sweet Mary, what does a good cocksucker like me have to do to get some ass around this town?

Let's tally up the CL adventures:

7 no-shows.
3 blatantly youngsters (one was so young I did not ask his age, just excused myself)
5 mid-70s or so (mind you, the ad stated 30-45)
1 complete creep (literally, I am scared I will see his face on a wanted poster someday)
2 no chemistry, whatsoever.
6 men who only wanted one night.

Now, I will say one night is fine if I were looking to get more later but one night, right now, given how horny I am? Seriously, he'd be drained of all fluid, begging for God's mercy while simultaneously attempting to call all his friends to brag.

There were also a few that answered (who are not counted above) that were obviously looking for a live-in girlfriend to "service" their every need, from cooking to cleaning to sex. Not to be rude, but I've been married, and while that was just fun for days (errr, minutes), I'll pass on none of the benefits and all the problems.

So, dear readers, I'm at a loss. Maybe I'm in a bad area for CL. Maybe you've had experiences finding FBs with some success on other sites. Help.

Help your friend Scorpio out before she tortures some poor unsuspecting fool :)

TMI Tuesday ... on Wednesday

2009-08-12T19:40:00.002-04:00

A dear reader of mine sent me a list of questions for TMI Tuesday so I'm sharing them (and my answers) with all of you ...

Q: How old were you when you first sucked a cock?
14

Q: Do you swallow?
Of course :)

Q: Have you ever met a guy with the purpose of just giving him a blow job?
Yes ... and I've met a guy for the express purpose of getting my pussy licked. I am all about pleasure.

Q: How well do you have to know a guy before you suck his cock? Do you routinely give head to guys on a first date?
I've sucked a man's cock the first day/date I've met them. My only rules (per se) of cocksucking involve a clean, well-kept cock on a clean man. If there is any hint of funk, there isn't a hope of him receiving head from me.

Routinely on the first date? How does more often than not sound?

Q: Have you sucked a guy off while he was driving?

Yes, and he almost killed us both. I can laugh about it now but I now try to figure out whether he is a head-leaning back moaner before I give head in the car :)

Q: What's the most cocks you've sucked in a single day? A week?

In a day, two. In a week, five. Have I mentioned I love sucking cock? :P

Playing with fire.

2009-07-29T20:36:00.003-04:00

My CL respondents are still being met but I must confess, I'm playing with fire.

With them? No.

With a coworker. He's married. My age. Older wife. Young daughter. Wife who "isn't well" for a number of reasons and from a few hints he has dropped not so subtly, he's not getting any at home. Mind you, "his wife would kill him" and "she's the only woman I fear" he says. Uh huh.

My God, is he ever my type. If you were to look at a cross-section of men I've fucked and sucked, he'd fit right in there.

Right now I'm just flirty. He thinks I'm fun. We're headed to a conference together later this fall.

I smell danger, don't you?

TMI Tuesday

2009-07-28T20:44:00.003-04:00

Since I've never done a TMI Tuesday, I'll just start with some basics.

1. Some years ago I had a breast reduction and today is the anniversary. I used to be an E or so (maybe bigger) but now I'm a solid C. I lost 5 lbs in two hours in my surgery. My boobs are now permanently perky, can pass a pencil test anytime and are always "sunny side up." I could go without a bra (yes, they aren't flabby) but the jiggle would give me away :)

2. I keep getting hit on by the 23 year olds. I've always turned them down but lately, I'll admit, I'm tempted as hell. Half my age plus seven is 24 .... but I'll grant exceptions.

3. I love to give blowjobs. Love it. I love the taste, feel and touch of a man's penis in my mouth. I love to look up at my partner while I do it ... it is an incredible thrill for me.

4. I first had anal sex at 17. That particular boyfriend had a 10". Yes, I am sure I felt it scratch the back of my eyes ...

5. I've given far more blowjobs to men than I've had sex with men. Like I said in #3, I love blowjobs.

Bonus for the Deadliest Catch fans ... my most recent fantasy involves Phil, the Hillistrand brothers and Keith tag teaming me ... oo la la, lots of great orgasms over that!!!!
If you want to know more, send me your questions via email!!!!

So far, no luck ...

2009-07-23T21:12:00.002-04:00

Ridiculous, right?

I've met a few so far, with a few more on the docket.

The few I've met ... not candidates. Why?

#1 was all of 17. Maybe. While I understand the age of consent is a bit younger than this, no thank you. I want a man, not a child.

#2 was, probably, in his early 70s. Nothing against men in their early 70s, but I don't have Daddy issues, let alone Granddaddy issues.

#3 was a gay man looking for his first chick. I did not elect to be that chick.

Now why out of my responses did I pick these? Honestly, now that I think about it, I have no idea.

Back to the drawing board.

Still can't find my vibrator.

Still convinced my movers were pervs.

Placed the ad ...

2009-07-15T21:45:00.003-04:00

Weeding out responses. As you know, I typically put something in there I want the men to do, so as I know that: 1) they are actually reading my ad and 2) they are adept at following directions.

I mean, really, who wants to be shouting "more more more harder harder harder" to someone that doesn't do what is asked of them? :)

On the flip side of the ad, I have found some local hotspots thanks to the responses. I now know where the prowling will be ...

Need to restock the condoms, lube and buy a new vibrator too. The vibrator got lost in the move. Seriously. That and a few other random things are missing. No rhyme or reason to it. The rest of the nightstand stuff is there. No vibrator. I know I packed it. I mean, COME ON. I knew I should have put it in my stuff I was taking in the car!!!

I think my movers were pervs ;)

Updates Galore.

2009-07-14T18:34:00.002-04:00

1. I've moved. Still unpacking, but that is going okay so far.

2. I am no longer with VS/EB. After many months of good companionship and overall fun, he gave no indication of interest to move to my new city. He visited once but it was apparent that it was never going to be more ... so it is over.

3. Which brings me to 3 ... a return to the prowl. :) Ah, readers, there is nothing like a prowl is there?

I'm working on my CL ad. My previous attempt yielded a whole lot of spam and precious little in the way of 'real' responses. I am beginning to appreciate the general crankiness of my male readers with CL and the spambots. Trust, men, some of those ads ARE real. I am one of them.

I'll update with the stories as they happen ... 'til then ...

Too Long Gone ...

2009-05-03T20:34:00.002-04:00

Wow. March 26, huh? I did mention my life was getting a little out of control, right?

Suffice to say, it is OFFICIALLY out of control now.

VS-EB is still in the picture, although not for long and not for the reasons you'd expect.

Any guesses? *insert Jeopardy theme song here*

Well, dear readers ... I'm moving. Out of state. I'll no longer be a 'midwesterner' but a 'southerner' by the time all is said and done.

6 weeks and counting ... and then you'll hear ribald tales of my adventures with a new group of men, in a new place, in my new life.

Hang on, dear readers, it is going to be quite the ride ...

Crazy life ...

2009-03-26T22:11:00.002-04:00

I've been on the job hunt lately ... not that I don't have a job, it is just that the job I have is not satisfying anymore. So ...

Looking elsewhere.

Want satisfaction.

Sound familiar? ;)

Also, been on vacation, clearing my head, figuring out what is next.

So many choices. So many potential changes. I'll keep you posted ...

Playin' possum

2009-03-12T21:59:00.003-04:00

I'll admit it, there are some nights where I just want to be serviced. Yes, I always make sure my lover is satisfied, but I do enjoy just relaxing and receiving as well. Much like the other night.

He's a night owl, I'm an early bird. I can be asleep most nights well before ten, but at 5 a.m. I'm awake and ready to go. We crawled into bed around 9 and I was out shortly thereafter. Around midnight I felt his hands on me, touching, rubbing and feeling every inch of me.

His fingers and hands first rubbed my breasts, as he loves how round and firm they are. He skimmed down my sides and began to rub my mound, first gently then with more passion, dipping his finger into my slit to rub my clit and diving into my pussy every other stroke. Oh yes, I was awake by then but definitely playing possum.

He kept telling me in a whispery voice that he was going to lick my pussy dry. I, of course, never pass up a pussy licking and he gets off on thinking he is 'getting away with' something. As he pushed my legs apart I felt his head dive between my thighs ... and soon enough there was his velvety tongue licking and sucking on my clit and pussy, driving me wild. He loves to use his hands with his tongue, so my g-spot was getting a workout at the same time as my clit and I was WIDE awake now, moaning out his name.

When I came I gushed on him ... his hand was sopping wet. He loves for me to ride him after I've cum as he loves to see my pussy juices drain down all over his cock and balls. Plus I enjoy the ride as I grind my clit back down on his cock, making sure to get mine again and again as he throbs inside me.

He finished by titty fucking me and cumming in my mouth ... OMG I love that.

Can you see why I like to play possum every now and again?

So we fucked ...

2009-02-26T21:53:00.003-05:00

and it was okay. Not mind-blowing, just a 'scratch the itch' kind of thing. He is good at cuddling. While I enjoy that (and appreciate it more than I let on), I could have used a flatten me to the ceiling, holy fuck, what was THAT? orgasm too. Instead I had a couple of good, but not great, ones.

I wish it were more.

The last truly mind blowing sex I had was with Mark. I wish he had not moved.

I've not posted on CL yet, but I've responded to a couple ads. I'll keep you posted how things work out. For those of you with the (mistaken) thought that women always have it easier on CL, you are only half right.

Yes, we have it easier because there are many more men than women. But the flake factor has got to be equal to or nearly equal to the flake factor for women to men. Many ads would seem to equal plenty of play but that isn't the case. More like a whole bunch of back and forth with no payoff. Sound familiar, guys?

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I've cleaned up the blogroll a bit. I want to say a big I Miss You to Jake and Colin, WIGDO, Dickie Dick and Faire la affaire. I loved your blogs, I'm sorry they are gone. Come back and comment sometime or leave me an email. I want to know what is going on.

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More updates in the days ahead as I navigate the other side of the CL ad -- the responder!

Have you ever ?

2009-02-23T17:54:00.003-05:00

Have you ever been so horny you feel like you'll just *burst*?

Have you ever masturbated while at work?

Have you ever thought seriously about a rotating schedule of partners, just to make sure you are fully satisfied at all times?

Have you ever considered Craigslist your personal hunting ground?

Have you ever wondered if anyone else feels the way you do?

I could burst today. I'm so fucking horny I can hardly stand myself. I've called up a former fuck just to get myself 'right' with the world again. I masturbated not once but twice today, at work, and still, still I could go at it again. I am holding out for him later. If he does not satisfy me, he will suffer a set of painful blue balls as I won't return the favor today. I NEED TO GET OFF.

I'm seriously considering running an ad for a rotating cast of sexual partners. Seriously. People are so busy with their lives they are not making enough time for sex. I say enough is enough. Time to get laid, people. We'd all be happier, no?

Watch out CL, I'm working up another ad ...

Valentine's Day

2009-02-13T22:12:00.003-05:00

While you all are aware that Scorpio is a very sexual being, what you don't know is that I'm also a romantic at heart.

Each year I send valentines to those I love.
Each year I remind myself that I'm blessed by those that love me in return.

So perhaps this year, if you have been misfired upon by that portly little man with the arrows (Cupid), you might consider telling those you love that you are glad they are in your life.

So, dear readers, consider yourself my valentines this year. I love to read your comments, read your stories and appreciate you more than you know. Thank you for reading, thank you for writing and most of all, thank you for being here.

XO XO XO XO, Scorpio

The New Yorker

2009-02-09T21:22:00.003-05:00

TNY was a guy that came to my city about a year ago for business. At the time I had a posting on CL for a playmate and he answered my ad. After some back and forth, he finally admitted he was married, from NY and just looking for a little fun while he was in town.

I've waxed poetic on why I (generally) don't bother with married guys. In this instance, I'd just come off a relationship gone wrong and was looking for just that one night thing, nothing more, nothing less, just a quick bit of nothing and back to my life.

We were to meet in his hotel bar around 8. His flight came in early evening and he wanted a little time to make phone calls, etc. At 8 I was in the bar, relaxing, having a drink and people-watching. There is nothing quite like a hotel bar for people watching, especially when it is attached to a better-quality hotel and premium-quality restaurant.

While I was people-watching and having a drink, I lost track of time. It was a little after nine by the time I realized what time it was. I checked with the concierge, he hadn't checked in yet. I headed back to the bar and received a message from him -- he was just getting in, his plane had been delayed.

When he finally arrived I was over the idea of our adventure. I was tired and quite frankly, the notion of this anonymous rendezvous seemed overrated.

Then he greeted me -- with a big kiss, hug and a sincere 'I'm sorry.'

We went up to his room and were kissing and touching all the way up. Just inside the room, I backed him up against a wall and pressed my body to his. It wasn't long and clothes were flying.

His tongue ... oh, his tongue! He licked me all over. There wasn't a single square inch of my body unloved by his hands or his tongue. He worshiped me, rubbing my hands, feet and body all while sucking my clit, rubbing my ass or plunging his cock into me. Hours later, we fell, exhausted, into sleep. About 4 a.m. we both awoke for another round .... and back to sleep.

And another round in the morning before we both went off to work.

It wasn't an ideal circumstance, but he certainly made my top ten list of lovers that night and morning ... ah, the New Yorker.

Now what?

2009-02-07T19:45:00.003-05:00

Things with EB-VS seem to be coming to a close. He is, much like my ex-husband, a workaholic. While I like 'hardworking' as a personality trait, I'm no fan of workaholic. So I think I'll be cutting him loose shortly.

So that leaves me at loose ends again. I know, dear readers, that Scorpio at loose ends means all kinds of debauchery, so rest assured that many ribald tales will soon come your way.

I cannot say I'm not disappointed in EB-VS, as I had high hopes for him and maybe, just maybe, a future with him.

Now I'm off to bed, having ate a delicious dinner and drank a considerable amount of cab sauv. If I don't get to bed soon, likely is that I'll be answering a casual encounter ad on CL and things could get out of hand in a hurry.

Be well, be safe.

I'm Alive ...

2009-01-26T20:38:00.002-05:00

All,

Sorry I've not written this month. What with work and life intruding on my happy sex-filled existence and a trip to DC for the inaugural, I've been a busy girl. Unfortunately, all work and no play leaves Scorpio a very frustrated girl and my vibrator is ready to go on strike.

Yes, VS-EB is still in the picture. No, I've not committed to a one-on-one relationship. I did, however, not return a text to Joe a couple of weeks ago because I was simply too tired. I know, ridiculous, right?

I promise to return to posting more regularly this week. Until then, why don't you share a story of yours to share?

My Three Favorite 'F' Words ...

2009-01-02T21:10:00.003-05:00

Fucking, Football and Food.

Yes, dear readers, that was my New Year's Day.

Got laid twice, watched a ridiculous amount of Bowl games (my God, I *love* football) and ate some pretty damn fine food.

VS-EB was in fine form, getting me off a ridiculous number of times before even *thinking* of getting off himself. I guess some old dogs can learn new tricks.

The football was, of course, fabulous to watch. Lots of good games, lots of hottie college football players for me to ogle, it was a happy day.

The food wasn't prepared by me. VS-EB catered to my every need all day long. I felt like a complete princess all day as he took care of my every wish. It may not be love but it certainly is lust on my part ... wow.

Hope your New Year's Day was similarly fabulous.

It rains, it pours.

2008-12-30T20:51:00.002-05:00

Since Mr. Vanilla has turned into Mr. Vanilla Spice (or as friend Unalaska has suggested "Energizer Bunny"), I've been inundated with cock. Cock from the left, cock from the right, cock dead center, I mean to tell you, if I were on a beach, the sand would represent the cocks I've been tripping over lately. Ridiculous.

Not to sound entirely ungracious, but where in the hell has all this cock been hiding? Seriously. There was a time not all that long ago I had to call in favors to get laid and here I am today trying to figure out how to juggle all the cock that has thrown my way. In many many many ways it is glorious, in other ways it is confounding.

I'm beginning to believe the theory of plenty -- meaning when one has enough, there is more than enough, when one has none, there is nothing.

To add to my insanity, Mr. VS-EB wants to 'be serious.' Yes, dear readers, he wants me to commit to dating him and only him. I haven't decided yet.

If I'm in a relationship, I don't like to fuck around. To me, it is hard to keep my emotions out of sex, especially with someone I care for. As for my life the past three years, there hasn't been but one that actually had me feeling something and, well, he turned out to be married and that didn't work out so well. ;) So fucking around is no big deal to me, getting involved in a relationship where my sweetie not only wants but demands fidelity is entirely another.

So I'm trying to decide -- give up the plethora of cock that seems to have arrived nearly on my doorstep or just enjoy Mr. VS-EB. Hard decisions.

On one hand, just as I'm enjoying plenty, I've also endured drought. And none of my recent sexual partners has been so outstanding that I want to not seek out more/different cock.

On the other, Mr. VS-EB is improving, consistently, in the bedroom. I'm always satisfied now and he makes it a point to make sure I am. He holds out until I've had a certain number of orgasms, which makes it fun for me as I try to put them off as long as possible. Both inside and outside of the bedroom he is easily the most willing to serve my every need. This is highly attractive.

So here I am, at a crossroads.

Any advice?

Scorpio gets gifts ... of great sex!

2008-12-23T20:59:00.003-05:00

Hello all ...

Since last I posted, I've been to Florida to visit some family and now am back in the frigid cold Midwest. I probably don't need to say that I prefer white sand over white snow, but given that I live in the Midwest, sand is awfully hard to find this time of year.

In rather incredible, unbelievable, OMG news, Mr. Vanilla has turned a corner. Yes, dear readers, he might very well be Mr. Vanilla Spice now. We've had sex five times in the seven days I've been home and he has been concentrating on my pleasure each time. Even this morning, at 4 a.m., he was worried about me getting off. *swoon*

I would have never believed, in my wildest, craziest, most-unrealistic fantasies that Mr. Vanilla could have turned a corner like this.

Mr. Vanilla has one advantage over many of the partners I've ever had -- he has incredible staying power. Like well over an hour staying power ... and I've not seen that since my earliest days of having sex. Typically it is between 15-35 minutes for an average partner but he's pushed close to two hours lately and I am walking like I've been riding hard.

And Damn If I Don't Mind That At All.

This morning's sex (4 a.m.), started with some rubbing of my pussy around 2 a.m. and we continued to rub and stroke each other as we dozed in and out of consciousness. About 3:30 a.m. I was awake (I am a morning person by nature) and I awoke him with a hand job leading to a blow job. After sucking him off for close to 45 minutes and teasing him incessantly, my pussy was sopping wet. Dripping. I climbed aboard and within seconds I was climaxing, crushing his cock in my pussy. I rode him hard, knowing that he isn't a morning person but he sure was not going to complain about me riding him so early.

As I rode him, I rubbed my clit and continued to drip all over his cock as he drew closer and closer to orgasm. Somewhere around 5 this morning we collapsed in a heap as he came hard deep inside me.

It was then he told me he might just become a morning person.

What a good influence I am ;)

Open Response to an Email

2008-12-14T11:30:00.001-05:00

Mark, I'm sorry but your email will not allow a private response, it keeps kicking it back. I hope you'll forgive my public response to your questions.

--S.

******

Hi Mark,

I've written CL ads and responded to CL ads, both have their ups and downs. Writing a CL ad gives you an opportunity to outline exactly what you want and what you offer. I've found that most men that write CL ads run into two varieties: "wanna get laid, contact me for more info" or "are there any real women on here?" Both types of ads are insulting to the average woman (such as myself) seeking a partner for fun. I'd recommend a short bio of yourself (perhaps height, race, age, what you seek) and then a paragraph on what you are seeking, specifically. You will get a lot of spam. Guaranteed. However, if you can overlook the spam and look for the few real women that respond (and, for the record, most real women do not have webcams at the ready), you will likely be satisfied.

Now if you respond to an ad ... respond to the one written like you'd write it. Trust that there are not a million 20 year old blonde hair blue eyed virgins in your city looking for someone for their 'first time.' That just screams scam to me.

Also, keep in mind, this is a sex partner. What you need to be aware of is that this woman you have sex with may not fulfill the normal 'qualifications' you seek in a girlfriend. She may be shorter, taller, thinner, fatter, or a whole host of other things. The one thing she should do for you is get you off. And the one thing you should do for her is get her off. It is that simple. You aren't looking for someone for a long term commited relationship -- you are looking for sex. I'd focus on the fact that she maintains good hygiene and isn't insane. Seriously. Oh, and someone that says condoms aren't mandatory -- run, run like hell.

I hope I've been helpful. Please let me know how your search goes.

Scorpio

Mr. Vanilla

2008-12-10T20:47:00.003-05:00

So I've allowed Mr. Vanilla to hang out a while longer. Yes, I'm sure you are wondering why, given my stark descriptions of sex with him as a partner but there is more to it.

He loves to serve.

Yes, he caters to my every need. I honestly think that if he was able to urinate for me, he might offer to do that too. Seeing as I'm a girl that loves to be served, we have a mutually beneficial relationship.

He brings me things, offers me things, takes care of things. He thinks it is his role to make my life virtually seamless. I do not mind this in the least.

After our last discussion of oral sex (in which he just ignored my suggestions of licking my cunt), I had cut him off oral sex. He noted its absence and mentioned it. I then took that opportunity to educate him on giving and receiving.

On Saturday night, it was apparent that his willful avoidance of my wants had come to an end. I had fallen asleep early, having spent the evening watching college games and relaxing. I awoke to him pressing his lips to my pussy and giving it long and slow licks. He spent a good half hour on my pussy, using his hands and tongue to make me cum over and over. I was nearly delirious with pleasure and when he asked that I ride him until he came I gladly gave in. By that time I was so sensitive that I came almost without effort. I can't even begin to tell you how many orgasms I had, I can only say it had to be the all time high or nearly so.

And so Mr. Vanilla will now receive a blowjob again. Note: a blowjob. I want to make sure his commitment to pussy-licking remains intact.

OMG, Why Is It So Hard ... ?

2008-12-03T20:50:00.002-05:00

So I've said many many many times before that I seek sexual partners through CL. My greatest lover, to date, through CL was Mark. He was respectful, kind and fun to be with overall. He understood the boundaries, satisfied me fully and didn't waste my time.

What is it about men that are WASTING MY TIME?

Seriously, I would not think that a woman, seeking regular sexual contact with one partner, would be so ludicrous. However, from the replies I receive, it seems like all assume I'm a bot, a pro or want a relationship.

I want to be fucked. At least 4 times a week (would prefer more). Open to oral, anal, regular ... is this so very hard to believe? Am I truly a minority here?

Tell me, dear readers, am I seeking the Holy Grail? Or do I need to broaden my appeal? What on earth am I doing wrong?

The replies I've received fall into three categories:

1. Men that want my photo right away, without offering their own.

2. Men that don't believe I actually exist and think that I'm a bot.

3. Men that don't ever reply back.

WTF? Help, dear readers, what can I say? What should I do differently? I seem to have better luck of late at the local bars, which is, IMHO, pretty ridiculous.

Bluntly, truly, I seek the following:

Men, ages 25-45
Single
Sex 4+ times per week
I can host
Interesting and can hold a conversation.

That is it. Help, help, dear readers, what should I be doing differently. Your friend Scorpio is about ready to upgrade to the Hitachi just so she can get off on a regular basis.

Thanksgiving

2008-11-26T23:29:00.004-05:00

For my readers in other countries (and yes, I do notice you, thanks for stopping by), tomorrow (Thursday) is Thanksgiving here in the U.S.A. The Thanksgiving celebration originated when the first Pilgrims arrived and managed to survive in a completely foreign terrain thanks to the local Native American population. Thus, a 'thanksgiving' celebration meal was shared amongst all.

The holiday is now celebrated similarly, with a large meal shared by family and friends. Oh yes, and football. :) One constant tradition in my family (and among my friends) is to tell others at Thanksgiving that we are thankful for them. As such ....

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Here on my blog I'd like to take a minute to appreciate all of you, my readers. I have to admit that I am delighted beyond words to have you stop by and read my tales of debauchery. Honestly, fucking would not be half as fun (okay 1/4 as fun) without sharing with you. Here's to many more fuck sessions to share with you. I also appreciate your comments and emails more than you can imagine. Thank you. You truly bring me joy.

I'd also like to thank my fellow bloggers. You've inspired me with your writing and I'm thrilled to be in your company. Keep fucking, keep thinking and by all means, keep writing. You have no idea how very thankful I am when I see one of you has updated a post.

Thanks to Craigslist, for keeping me pussy-deep in cock on a regular basis. Amen.

Thanks to my sexual partners. Although you aren't aware of my blog, you certainly play a starring role. Thanks for pleasing me, displeasing me and providing countless hours of blog-fodder for my readers.

And finally, thanks goes to Joe tonight, who on a moment's notice, welcomed me into his home and filled me with cock. The fucking we had tonight wouldn't rank in the top 100 fucks I've ever had, but it was throughly satisfying. I rode him solidly, getting myself off repeatedly on his cock, then he bent me over the bed, fucking me deep inside my pussy. I came so hard and so forcefully he actually had to pull the rubber out of me tonight. Then he finished by fucking my ass, all while I fingered my clit. I had some solid orgasms and one mind blowing one -- all on a twenty minute notice. If only all men would be so accommodating.

Thanks for reading. Happy Thanksgiving.

100 Posts ... and a whole lot of fucking.

2008-11-25T21:50:00.003-05:00

When I look back on these last 99 posts I realize one thing: I have gotten laid a lot this year. I have been laid by white men and hispanic men, married men and unmarried men, but all have one thing in common: all have been circumcised.

What I would not do for an uncircumcised cock.

Two of my many lovers have been uncircumcised. What I remember best about both (other than they were both bareback) was the very pleasant friction that piece of foreskin provided. I know, I know, men, most of you did not have a say in the matter. It isn't like I will deny you my pussy if you are circumcised but honestly, a good fucking with an uncircumcised cock is a slice of heaven.

******

I am feeling better this week. I went on a date tonight that shows some promise -- I think he'll be quite adventurous in bed. I'll keep you posted (of course).

******

I fucked mr. vanilla this weekend. Yes, I know, it is ridiculous, but I was horny and he won't deny me. That and he stays hard a long time -- I mean, we fucked for over an hour and he was still hard up until the moment he unloaded in my mouth.

Still won't go down on me -- when I asked more about it, he said he doesn't even care if I give him a bj. I tell you, where do I find these men? WTF?

Vivid Sexual Dreams

2008-11-20T21:05:00.002-05:00

I've been sick these past couple of days and have been sleeping more than normal. As a result, I've had no sex.

However.

My brain is apparently making up for this lost time by very vivid sexual dreams each night. Last night I was being fucked in every possible position by Mark and I awoke to my pussy convulsing with orgasm. I say anytime there is a dream like that, I want more.

The night before I was part of an orgy -- men and women fucking side by side all over what appeared to be a hotel room. It seemed like I was only watching but I was definitely part of the action as I woke up to my hands on my pussy rubbing myself to a screamer of an orgasm. Riv, I think your parties are invading my dreams!!

Have you ever had such dreams? Have they awoken you? Tell me about them.

Married men ...

2008-11-18T18:21:00.004-05:00

Each time I place an ad, I am continually surprised by the number of married men versus unmarried men that answer my ad. Married answer 2:1 easily and many out themselves in their initial email as married.

Typically I avoid married men, as it's not that I don't appreciate their situation (I do, I lived a similar sex-free married life), but it is the evitable drama that comes with the situation. Simply put, cheating on one's spouse is not a risk-free game, nor is it for amateurs. With the advent of a million kinds of technology, not the least of which being tracking devices put on cars, a suspicious spouse can find out a great deal of information without too much effort. Seeing as I have no interest in being harrassed by an upset spouse, I stay out of those situations.

Last winter I met I guy that I thought was it. He was funny, interesting, educated and considerate of me. We went out to dinner, I traveled to see him at a conference he attended, he sent me flowers for Valentine's Day, the whole works. He mentioned an ex-wife but said they'd been divorced for years. Being a divorced person myself, I understood.

After some curious moments and a rather torrid fuck (detailed in April's bloglisting), I called it off. He wasn't being direct with me and seemed evasive. This led me to wonder if there was more to the story.

There was.

He was married. For 13 years. To his college sweetheart. With no plans to divorce. She loved him, thought they could make it work. And he'd cheated before, multiple times.

*ouch*

Since that time I've been much more careful about choosing men. I typically put in my ads that I don't mind if they are married -- in hopes that I'll at least know, this time, who to weed out. It may be a form of deception, but it is the only way I've found that seems to work.

Time to Renew the Prowl

2008-11-16T15:33:00.007-05:00

It is apparent that I will have to go on the prowl again. Please allow me to explain.

On Friday I was out with family and friends to celebrate my birthday. I was to have a date that night but he was ill and there was no way I wanted his illness so he received a pass. As such, Friday I had no sex.

On Saturday, I am scheduled to meet a new guy "Tim" for drinks. We met through the usual CL and I get to the restaurant/bar a few minutes early. I note him at the end of the bar and I am hoping beyond hope that he is not the guy I'm supposed to meet. Why? First, he is loud and obnoxious. Second, he announces to the bartender (loudly) whom he is supposed to meet and makes a joke regarding my online name. Meanwhile, I'm sitting there and making some conversation with the same bartender and a guy sitting next to me. I decide, after a hard moment of thought, that I will go over and introduce myself.

He continues his loud ways and thankfully enough, my wine glass is kept full which is dulling my sense of hearing. He's 48 (older than I generally date) and looks 55. Despite his white collar job it is apparent he has, in local parlance, been rode hard and put away wet. We make good conversation, however, and are getting along fine once he settles down and stops shouting. We have an appetizer (I had a late, large lunch) and head over to another bar for a final drink. It is a relatively new bar and full of recent college grads. It is a meat market, to be sure, and although I'm 35, I don't stick out quite like he does. He pays for our drinks, we sit for a moment and he announces that he has enjoyed meeting me but isn't attracted to me. *whew* I've never been so relieved.

So I finish my beer, people watch and call another guy whom I was to meet today to see if he wants to meet for coffee. It is 10:00 or so.

He does and agrees to meet me at the coffeehouse. His name is 'Todd' and he's 54. Yes, dear readers, 19 years older than yours truly. He actually looks in his late 40s but I know his age. It is clear he is attracted to me but I'm having a hard time accepting his age in relation to mine. We talk and while we talk, I text Devin, telling him that I want to see him and suck his cock.

Yes, dear readers, I am so sexually frustrated by this time that the only thing that will bring me to rights is the taste of semen down my throat.

Todd and I talk until nearly midnight and make arrangements to meet this morning for breakfast and a mini road-trip.

I text Devin, telling him I'm done for the evening and if he wants his cock sucked to speak up. He does.

I head over to his house and have his cock stuffed in my mouth within two minutes and within five after that he blows his load down my throat. It wasn't my best blowjob ever but he blew quickly. After we laid there on his bed and talked for almost an hour. Although we don't have a romantic attachment, I can say that we both appreciate the other and what we offer.

Today was another meeting with Todd. Our plans ended up changing so we took a walk then tried to hit a museum. Unfortunately, it was closed for another hour so we just did a wandering tour of the city.

And instead of a three fuck weekend, it became a one blowjob, no sex weekend.

*sigh* Back to the prowl.

Tomorrow is my birthday.

2008-11-13T22:24:00.001-05:00

Plans include:

Lunch w/coworkers
Dinner with friends and family

Saturday -- a date.

Sunday -- a date.

Here's to hoping I get laid three times in three days this weekend!! :)

Another gift from Clem ... Thank you :)

2008-11-10T19:24:00.003-05:00

and yet another birthday gift from Clem. Thanks and I'll have to make my way to your town sometime to see what you have to offer.

Tel Aviv Dutch

I used to travel all over the world, a lot, and became very savvy at it. To me it was lot of fun, as the business I was in was very much in demand, and I got to travel to many places I thought I'd never get to see. I mixed business with vacations a lot too. I was 34, single, and had the world by the balls.

My first extensive trip was to Tel Aviv, Paris, then Tokyo.I had been to Europe before, but never to Israel or Japan. I was going to be gone about 2 weeks. My boss was some kind of a jerk, as he never really told me what all to expect traveling into Israel. I was to meet up with a bunch of us there for a big conference, then meet up with him and others in Japan. Paris was a day lay-over. I made my plans, and flew TWA out of JFK to Rome, then to Tel Aviv. At the time, there was only El Al flying direct to Tel Aviv. I mistakenly got into Romes DaVinci airport with some time before my connecting flight. I had checked my bags in at JFK, and had a great flight. We flew business class then, and flying was still a great time, with great food and great wines and booze. I grabbed an earlier flight into Tel Aviv before my scheduled one. This as I found out was a huge mistake. To make a long story short, I was detained at the airport, actually met by military men with drawn Uzi's on the tarmac, questioned there, and then sent on my way. My luggage was held up, and thoroughly gone through. I didn't see it for 3 days.

We stayed at the Sheraton, right on the beach, the end of the Mediterranean. We were in the business part of the hotel, and checked in at like the 12 th. floor. There was a nice desk, library-like setting. We had drinks and breakfast there. It was run by a striking young woman, named Karen, long wavy hair, cute face, great figure, and the most alluring voice and accent that I had heard in a long time. I couldn't quite place it, kinda British, but a bit more rich than that. I told her of my problem, being detained and all, and she helped me out right away, found me a few 'Sheraton Tel Aviv T-shirts, some shorts, even told me where I could get some underwear too. She also gave me some toiletries. The rooms were great, I had a spot right overlooking the beach and all. She was very nice to me, and I flirted with her shamelessly, especially as she blushed a bit.I got checked in, relaxed a bit, but went right back there to see if she was still around, and to have a few drinks.

It was late afternoon, and the rest of the guys wouldn't be around 'till after 6 or so. I asked her if she could show me where to find some clothes. We were not that far for the downtown shopping area, the Dizengoff, as she had told me. she was reluctant to do so, as she said the hotel had a policy against seeing any of the guests. I didn't figure she'd pull that one out so soon. Oh well, I tried. She said she got off at 10 though. Hmmm.I met up with our team finally, had a few more drinks, then went out for dinner. We got back to the hotel, kind of late, after 10, and I figured I'd miss seeing her again, but there she was, just getting off. I was bold enough to ask again about a few places I could go. She told me some were still open. Tel Aviv was and still is, very European, and there was always a lot to do, way in to the night. I asked her to just take me to a few places, and I would find my way back. She nervously glanced around, the whispered to me to meet her a block away from the hotel, on the street the went straight into the city, in about 5 minutes. It was easy enough to get away from the guys, and after waiting a few minutes, I quickly left down the stet. I figured she wouldn't be there, but she was, waiting. I thanked her, and we set off, down the street. I really wasn't too far. I suggested a taxi, but she was a bit put off by it. It was warm, even if it was mid-November, and I really didn't care.

While we walked I asked her a lot of questions as she did of me. I found out that she was from So. Africa, hence the marvelous accent. She's Dutch. She was living in Tel Aviv, working after having been in school. She was 25.We found a department store, and even now that it was about 11PM, it was still open, it was open till midnight. It wasn't the greatest, but it would do. I found a few things, and had to get her help with converting the sizes. I found a shirt, some pants and shorts, a swim trunks and some underwear. She seemed a bit fascinated by the men's underwear, and asked my if I was going to buy the boxers. I hate them and usually wore a low-rise brief type. I still do today. She blushed a bit when I showed her, and again, had to ask for help with the sizing. I loved to tease her already. We had made a great rapport after a few hours. I bough the stuff, and we headed out. I asked her if she wanted a drink; there were a lot of sidewalk restaurants and places nearby. The Dizengoff was a bustling place, and in the future, was the sight of many bus bombings. At this time, Tel Aviv had not yet experienced this, but I still saw a lot of young military people around, men and women on patrol.

Tel Aviv is a great city however, and I immediately liked it, and felt comfortable with it. We found a sidewalk place, sat down, did some people watching and had a few glasses of wine.She was a bit reluctant to talk about what she was doing in Tel Aviv, as she had been to Europe and all. She went to school there, in Holland. She said she was just starting out working, and that she like the hotel business. I finally got her to tell me about her family a bit. She was the daughter of the So. African Ambassador to Israel, and her parents lived in the city. So, now we had a lot more to talk about. Truth was, she wanted to know about me too, what I was doing in Tel Aviv, my business, and about America. She knew a lot about America, and liked it, but we also had a few discussions regarding politics and wars and such. She was intelligent, street-smart, and I liked her right away. I was getting late, and I was getting really tired after my flight and all. I told her we needed to go, as she too was getting tired. I asked her where she lived, and she didn't want to tell me right away. I offered at least to walk her home, or to get a taxi for her.We walked back towards the hotel as a we talked. It turns out she lived only about a half-mile from the hotel. She was a bit reluctant to let me in, but she did.

It was in an older 4-plex apartment, ground floor, very old-world Euro-style again. She put a few things away, and we sat on the couch. I went for her right away, putting my arm around her, hand to the back of her had, drew her in, and kissed her. She came alive, kissing me back hard too. I turned a bit, and we got into a few minutes of heavy kissing and caressing. I rubbed her back, I love to do this, take my big hand, spread it out, and pull her into me while rubbing her back. She got into this. My other hand went to her right breast, an she sucked in some air a bit as I caressed her, but she quickly pushed her chest into me, and moaned a bit as I massaged her boob. This was the key to me to bring my other hand around, and work on her left breast too. She was really getting into it, squirming a bit on the couch. It was hot out still, and getting hotter in here. I moved my left hand down from her breast to her back, pulling her in more, then down to her butt, pulling it in. She lifted up a bit, and I grabbed her butt more, and massaged it. I went for broke, as I moved my hand around from the back to her front part of her waist, rubbing her belly, then down into the front of her pants. She opened her legs a bit, and I traced my index finger into her crotch. It was very hot as I massaged her pussy a bit through her pants. She moaned a bit more, and I continued to kiss her hard. I turned my hand around, and pushed it into the crotch, and spread her legs out more, rubbing my fingers up and down the front of her pants. This got her attention a lot more, and she spread her legs more for better access, and arched her back as I rubbed her hard. She dropped one hand to the front of my pants, and started to explore a bit, as she rubbed my hard cock in my pants too.I moved my hand up to her waist, and pulled up her shirt a bit, to find her bare belly. She was breathing in and out hard, and a slipped my fingers into the waistband of her pants, and snuck my fingers down to her panties, as she seemed to have relaxed a bit more to give me better access. I deftly popped the button on her jeans, and moved the zipper down quickly, and pushed my hand in across the top of her panties to her pussy. It was wet and hot, and my middle finger found the middle of her pussy. She had good sized lips, and I rubbed my finger in the furrow between them, getting her hotter as she squirmed. I broke off kissing her, and she arched her back more, and her head went back. She was moaning more, and rubbing my dick harder with the flat part of her hand, pushing my dick hard into my crotch. I kept fingering her, then went to the side of her pussy, and worked it under her panties.

God, she was wet now, and I easily slipped my finger into her wet pussy. This set her off hard again, as I made bare contact with her wet opening, and up to her clit. I felt her clit get harder and firm as I wiggled it, pressing it into her pubic bone. She was wiggling her ass on the couch, and had slipped down in it a bit more. I wanted her to unzip me, stroke my cock, but I really was too busy with her clit. I wanted her more aroused, because I really wanted to fuck her. My head went down to her boobs, as I nuzzled them with my lips and mouth as I worked her clit. She responded to that, by straightening out her legs and arching her back more into me. I stopped fingering her, pulled my hand out, and as she had her legs out straight, I turned, grabbed both sides of her pants, and wiggled them down off her butt. Her legs were out straight, and they actually slid off easily. She looked at me a bit surprised, but I then dropped to my knees right in front of her, looking at her, and spread her legs. She still had her panties on, lace trimmed and all, and I inhaled her sharp musky scent as I spread those legs. I ran my fingers up one side of her thigh, done the other, then traced the outline of her bulging pussy and clit against the wetness of her sheer panties, before I snuck my fingers back under the edge of her panty to the wetness and heat inside. I was in close now, fingering her. She was laid back on the couch, moaning and softly whimpering. I leaned in, removed my finger, and pressed my lips to her pussy. I didn't know what she would think of this, but she gasped bit as my lips found her pussy and clit through her panties. I sucked her a bit, and with one finger, drew aside her panty, as my tongue snaked inside, and found her clit. She went nuts now squirming her ass on the couch. I licked a bit more, then used my hands to pull down her panties. They easily slid off as she raised her ass off he couch a bit, and I quickly pulled them off her legs . She was nude now from the waist down her shirt rumpled a bit. But I had her legs spread in front of me as I dived back in with my tongue and lips to spear into her pussy. I spread her big lips; she wetted my face well with her juices, and I licked up to her clit. I went right for it, as a I used the width of my tongue to press it against her pubic bone, and I tongued her up and down. geez, she got off on that. She was breathing very hard here now, and thrashing around on the couch. I held her legs as I continued to suck and lick her. I liked to alternate now a bit, going from her clit, to stabbing into her pussy with my tongue. I finally worked a finger into her very wet pussy as I licked her, and this sent her off into a new world. I easily inserted one finger, and found out she was a bit big, so I pulled it out added in another, and curled it up in her as I pistoned my two fingers in and out to the rhythm of my tongue. This was really setting her of, and she was moaning more, very hard.

She was pushing in on my fingers too. Curving my fingers up a little bit to try and touch her g-spot. My tongue lashing over her clit, sucking and licking, and blowing a little air between licks. Flicking it softly. I could feel her body twitch and squirm ever time that I licked her. I began to roll my tongue over her clit, lapping it with the flat of my tongue. I could feel her pussy getting wetter and wetter the more I did, her sweet honey dripping down onto my bottom lip. Just the taste of her was driving me crazy. As my tongue moved harder and faster my fingers had to struggle to keep up the pace, penetrating her deeper and deeper. Finger fucking her harder and faster. Her hands were holding my head now, closer, burying my face in her pussy, until I heard her moan, as her pussy spasmed and she gushed, filling my mouth with her sweet honey.Then very quickly, she orgasmed, hard, and yelped a bit in those short gasps I like to hear. I kept this up until she was way too worked up, then slowly stopped. I pulled my fingers out of her, sat back on my knees, and wiped my face.

I was very wet, and very hard now that she was laid back and panting, I stood up, undid my pants, dropped them and tossed them off, then stripped down my briefs. I was hard, and leaking pre-cum, as I kneeled to the floor, picked up her legs, and was working my way in between her legs, my dick in my hand guiding it to wet open pussy when she realized what was happening. She said, 'No, no, I can't, I don't want to do this.' Shit, I thought, so worked up. I asked her why. She wasn't on any birth control, and she thought she was very fertile. Truthfully, I too, wasn't really prepared for this, as I did have some condoms back in the hotel, but damn, not on me. I sat down next to her, fully erect, fully ready. I thought maybe she'd blow me at least. She was really relaxed now, after cumming so hard, and damn, I wanted to get off. I started kissing her again, and she responded. Now being mostly nude myself, she brushed against my hard dick, and started to caress it, somewhat tenuously however. I was leaking badly, and she started moving her hand up and down my dick. My pre-cum was lubing my cock well, and she was doing a pretty good job of jacking me off. I was getting hot now again, I pulled away from her and said, 'Suck it', I said, 'Suck it'. She said she didn't want to, but said something like, "I'll do this", and continued to jack me, now getting more into it. It was having the desired effect, and I dropped my head back, and let her go. My breathing was getting harder, and I knew I was close. I like to talk, so I said, 'I'm gonna cum. Make me cum.' She had me wet, and that's about all it took. As I was so worked up, and had been hard about 45 minutes not, I shot out my cum hard and strong, shooting up a bunch. My head was back, and rolling from side to side as she kept jacking me, and I knew my cum was going everywhere. I had to tell her to stop, as I was getting very sensitive. She did, immediately got up, went to the bathroom. She came out with a wet washcloth and washed me up right away. My heart was beating hard as she did this. I was still wet in places. She seemed to be quite satisfied with herself, and with me.

I didn't get to fuck her that nite, but we met up again a few days later. This time, it was easier to see her, and ended up fucking her hard in her bed one nite after dinner. She did even blow me a bit first as I played with her pussy through her 'knickers' as she called them.I ended up coming back to Tel Aviv every few months or so for 4 years, and we maintained our casual sex, and casual relationship all along. No one from her work ever found out, and I did tell one of my co-workers, that I had a close friendship with. He figured I was fucking her from the get-go, but kept his silence. My VP would not have liked to find out about this anyway. She did have another boy friend at one time, but she always made room for me. I did get her phone number, and usually called her before I would get into Israel. This was way before email even. We went out to dinner a lot, and walked the Dizengoff a lot. She had me meet her parents at an embassy party, and we all had a great time. Her Dad was very intelligent, and we talked politics and business. He was very interested in my business, and what I was doing in Israel. I saw her with her parents a few times at other dinners, but that was about it. She told them we were 'just friends'.

After a few times of being in bed with her, she finally told me that she wasn't that sexually experienced, but she did make up for it, and she liked that I was patient with her, and for the things I taught her. She said other guys she knew (2) didn't really like eating her, but she really enjoyed it from me, and always had a few good orgasms from it, before we had some great penetration sex. She really liked getting her g-spot massaged, and wold squeeze me tight with her vaginal muscles whn she came. She liked regular missionary-position sex, doggie style (she had never done that before), and a particular favorite of mine, where I turn my woman's hips onto one side, lift one leg up, and enter her at an angle. It always has the desired result, that is, I can really penetrate her well, and she loved the extra sensations she got. She got into blowing me, and me cumming in her mouth, but she never really seemed to like it, like other women have. I was watching her the first time I did it, and her eyes got really wide as I spurted in her mouth. She could never quite hold it all in, as she always got some on her chin and hands. She had a set of big pussy lips that I enjoyed playing with and licking.

I called her when I left the company after about 5 years of traveling, and she truly seemed disappointed that I would not be coming to see her. I called her a few times in the coming years, but we drifted away.

DC

2008-11-09T19:00:00.003-05:00

dedicated to a young man I met this weekend in the airport. ... you know who you are and you know whether this is fact or fiction.

*****

There he was, a tall dark-haired man in a suit. He was young, I could tell, I guessed him for a recent college graduate. As I looked him over, he caught me looking at him and he didn’t seem to be offended by my interest, in fact, he smiled and looked away, only glancing back to see if I was still looking. I was.

Black suit, white shirt, red and blue tie. My second favorite combination in male attire in all the world, only behind the black suit, bright blue shirt and red/blue tie. I tried to be subtle as I glanced at him, checking him out from the side as he seemed to read his documents he had brought with him.

An airport offers so many possibilities for people watching and yet I still watched him. He noted my glance again, and with nary a moment’s hesitation, struck up a conversation with me. I learned quickly that he was not a college graduate, but a college student, here in DC for a conference. In his nervousness, he spilled his college, his age and his destination to me within a matter of minutes. I nodded, noting his major and mentioned that it had been my major as well. Soon we were talking like old friends, albeit I am nearly 15 years older than he is. I could tell he was intrigued by me and wanted to know more, but in his nearly 21 year old manner, he stumbled a bit in our conversation. I found him charming and encouraged him a bit, gently flirting and finding that my flirtation seemed to strike a chord.

It was still close to an hour before our flight when I suggested he sit closer so we could talk more. It wasn’t but a second before he had moved from his seat several seats away and joined me at my right elbow. Soon he made a joke and I leaned over and touched his left leg with my right hand in agreement with the joke. It was simple, innocent gesture, really, but in no time his lovely black dress pants were tented a bit and I could tell that there was much to be discovered inside those pants.

Although I knew that this would be a one-time only fling, a solid week of men in suits had done nothing to quell my sex drive – in fact, it had increased it. Our talk turned a bit more flirtatious at my instigation and he played along well with my plans. I asked him if he’d ever had sex at an airport and he assured me he had not. In my mind I knew he had not, and even more so, that his inexperience would make him even more eager to please me. As it was late Saturday night, the airport was nigh on deserted and I had spotted a family restroom earlier near our gate.

It was then I made my move. I leaned in, placed my hand very near his incredibly hard cock and told him I wanted him, now. His eyes grew wide and for a moment I was sure I’d made a mistake. Then he smiled, a sly smile, and asked me what I had in mind. I pointed out a family restroom just down the terminal and told him that I was headed there. He would need to enter that restroom, turn to the right and look for the closed stall. It was there that I would wait for him.

As you may or may not be aware, family restrooms are designed much like handicapped stalls – spacious and roomy, with plenty of room to maneuver. I entered the family restroom, parked my bags on the floor, pulled my panties out from under my skirt and waited for him.

Inside of a minute he was there, nearly breathless with anticipation and nervousness. I told him not to worry, it was late enough that the families that were travelling had gone home long before and that we were quite alone. I told him to keep quiet as I began rubbing his hardon through his dress pants. He did not disappoint, he had a lovely cock, full and thick with more than a touch of pubic hair. It has been a long time since I’ve been with a man that didn’t do some ‘manscaping’ so this was an adventure in and of itself.

Soon I had my hand inside his pants as he rubbed my full tits through my shirt. I pulled it off over my head and soon he had his face buried in my tits, sucking and rubbing them with great enthusiasm. As I rubbed his cock I leaned into his neck and whispered that I had no panties on and I wanted him to fuck me then and there.

Oh that cute boy – he blushed. Blushed! His increasingly hard cock told another tale and I opened his fly, still rubbing his cock as I pulled it out of his pants. He unbuttoned his pants and they slid down. His plaid boxer shorts were sliding down just as fast and soon it became apparent that for all his reservations he was eager to fuck me. I could not resist a quick suck on his cock – and with a quick drop of my coat, I kneeled down, taking his cockhead into my mouth as I did so.

It had been many a year since I’d had a man so young and his stamina was incredible. Despite all my best tricks he held on, only growing harder and thicker … with small spurts of cum coating my tongue as I fondled his balls. Soon he was begging me to stop, he said he wanted the feeling of pussy again, it had been too long ---

With that, I got up, turned around, pulled my skirt around my waist and bent over my luggage. My dripping wet pussy was hammered from the very beginning as he dove into me with abandon. The rough treatment, coupled with the notion of getting found out at any second pushed me to orgasm over and over as he pounded my pussy. I could feel his balls grow heavier as they banged against my clit and I told him to hold just one moment so I could cum with him.

I fingered my clit and just as I was ready, I told him to release and I was cumming with him, being filled to the brim with his sweet cum. He laid across me for a moment, with me leaning over my luggage and we both were sweating and panting.

A knock on the outside door signaled that housekeeping was scheduled to clean the restroom now. I yelled out: “Just a minute” and I pulled up my panties, pulled down my skirt and put my top back on as he rebuttoned his pants.

A minute later we both walk out of the room, pulling luggage, smelling like sex and with wide smiles. We exchanged emails – I have to wonder if I’ll be driving to his college for a repeat go. The stamina of a college boy shouldn’t be wasted on the college girls!

Hey Dickie -- where are you?

2008-11-08T07:43:00.004-05:00

pardon this personal post for a moment ...

Dickie,

Hope you are okay ... noticed the blog is gone and I'm hoping that nothing has gone drastically awry. Please email and let me know you are okay.

--S

Hotter than coffee -- a birthday gift from Kate.

2008-11-08T07:35:00.002-05:00

Thank you Kate -- I love this story and soon you'll hear why.

I stopped by the all night coffee shop on the way home from work. My husband was out of town, and even at 1 a.m. I was in no hurry to get home. I knew he'd be there. He made his way to this establishment about the same time every shift; getting coffee, checking on the girls who worked late at night. I ordered coffee and sent a text. Letting him know I'd be there, if he had a chance to stop.

The town was small, but not so tiny that he never had a problem. Being captain of the department, I knew often his quiet nights could be interrupted. A policeman's work is never done. He pulled up outside before my coffee was cool enough to drink. It's the benefit and the drawback, being so close to the station. He came in for coffee, barely glancing at me. I didn't need to be publicly acknowledged, I knew his rules. It was fun to watch him, being so visible in the community, yet knowing I saw parts of him hidden from view.

After he left, I got in my car, and followed his squad car out of the lot. He sped around the corner, finally pulling behind a warehouse and getting out of his car. I parked and waited in mine. He came over, opening my door and putting down a hand to help me out. It was cool, but not cold, September still clinging on to summer heat during the day. As I stood, he leaned into me, and I braced a hand behind me to steady myself.

Before I could kiss him hello, his mouth was on my neck. I sensed the urgency behind his kiss. I knew he was on duty and that an any moment we could be interrupted. It only increased the intensity between us. He took my jacket and purse, asking me to open my trunk. We locked my things in the car and he led me away. I knew that having me in his squad car was a big deal, that such an infraction could cost him dearly. I figured he would ask me to sit in the back and joked that I hoped he wouldn't get a call. He felt bad about placing me where the criminals go, and so I slunk into the front seat around the computer. My pulse raced, this sense of breaking all the rules thick in the air between us.

We drove to the edge of this parking lot and down some sort of access road with only one entrance, providing us ample opportunity to see someone driving up. Still, where we were was along a fence on the side of one of the busiest roads in the area, and anyone really looking could see the car. He asked me to stay put. He went to the trunk, getting a blanket from his emergency kit. He grabbed me out of the front seat and threw the folded material on the hood. Kissing me, he undid the sides of his belt, to better access his waistband. He was reluctant to remove too much for fear it would delay him further if we had to leave unexpectedly.

He threw his jacket on the seat I had just left and closed the door, turning me in the process. Bending me over the side of the car, he rubbed the back of my head and kissed my neck. The heat of his tongue was contrasted by the cold metal beneath me. I grabbed towards the blanket, trying to slide it underneath the cleavage falling out of my shirt. He noticed me working on this and stood up. A hand around my waist, he brought my back to him and told me he'd fix the problem. He pulled away from me and spread out the blanket. He leaned against the car and took me in his arms, our mouths hot as they reconnected. As he slipped a hand into my blouse and then my bra, I slid my hand into the fly of his pants, through to his cock. He sucked in air as I touched him, and I felt as if he had stolen all the breath from my lungs at that very moment.

Grabbing my ass, he pulled me into him and my feet came off the ground. He used the opportunity to spin me around to sit me on the hood of the car. My legs around his waist, his hands up under my skirt, squeezing my thighs. I matched the way I stroked his dick to the way he paced his tongue in my mouth. I was desperate to suck on him, and I told him so as I released my legs. I'd never seen someone think so quickly as he snatched the blanket from beneath me. I slid down in front of him, landing on the cushion he laid at my feet. I hungrily took him into my mouth, taking his balls out to grasp them as I slid my tongue back and forth around on the underside of his cock. He braced his hands on the car and I snickered, knowing how often he must have placed someone in that very same stance. I could not know only minutes later he'd have me in that position.

He continued to fuck my mouth and I knew he was getting close to climax. He pulled back and helped me up, all the while I whimpered, telling him how badly I needed him to fuck my pussy instead. He reached up under my skirt and yanked on my panties, bringing them down between my knees. I turned around, kicking to get them off, and managed to get one leg free before he kicked my ankles apart. I was cursing my choice of footwear briefly as he bent me over and I tried to keep from slipping. He squatted down behind me, licking me from ass to clit, quickly working two fingers inside me. I was wet from giving him head, but he wanted me dripping when we fucked.

I came against his hand, against the car, fighting the urge to scream out my release. Removing his fingers, he licked the fluid I leaked before coming up behind me with his cock in his hand. My chest still pressed to the car, I felt him teasing my clit with the head of his cock. I threateningly reminded him of our time constraints, knowing that I wanted us to finish before someone could call him on the radio. He slid into me as I finished my comment, which shut me up. My hands grasped the blanket under my stomach as he drove his dick in deeper. Bringing myself back to meet each thrust, I closed around him, tightening to feel each pulse. It wasn't long until I heard his breath catch, his hands growing tighter on my hips. He reached around to play with my clit and quickly sent me into another tizzy. The internal and external attention causing my body to convulse in pleasure, I felt one last push as he joined me in an orgasm. I laid there blissful with him collapsed on my back. I quipped about how hard it must have been to do this with his vest on, sensing the extra weight as he laid on me. He stood up and offered me a hand up and a handkerchief. He started to pull himself together and I looked around for my panties. I tucked them in my pocket and pulled my skirt back down.

When we looked over one another, we smiled, for the flush of sex was evident on both our faces. He wondered how obvious my scent was on his uniform, and I jokingly apologized for my tendency to become too wet. As he put on his jacket, I kissed his cheek and got into the car.

We drove across the lot with his hand on my thigh, and sat there for a few moments catching up on the things deemed too mundane to discuss prior to sex. I got out of the car and into mine and he watched me. Knowing he wanted to let me leave first, I pulled out and turned right. As he set his blinker and waited for the traffic to pause, I slid my hand down to the waistband of my skirt. I drove the rest of the way with a hand placed just over my lips, feeling wetness, reliving pleasure.

Call me a gift whore if you want but ...

2008-11-07T07:18:00.003-05:00

I'd still love to receive more stories from my readers.

Change the dates, place, names, whatever .... just send 'em in. I've loved the links to blogs, loved the stories sent to me (NOTE: please let me know I can reproduce your story in my blog if you send it to me, I don't want to piss anyone off by publishing what was for my eyes only), loved sharing them with my readers.

I turn 35 next Friday. If the first 35 years are any indication, the next 35 ought to be out of control.

New addition to the blogroll ...

2008-11-07T07:12:00.001-05:00

Please welcome Jake and Colin to the blogroll. A couple of Midwestern guys dedicated to working out and chasing pussy, not always in that order.

http://www.jakeandcolin.com/

I'm looking forward to their future exploits, I hope you will too.

Memories, ah memories.

2008-11-06T15:08:00.002-05:00

The last time I was in DC was twelve years ago. I had just graduated college and was dating/seeing/fucking a guy who worked in a Senator's office. He had come out my way a few months before and it was my turn to head out to see him.

'Tim' was a few years older than I was, maybe 25 at the time (I was 22) and had lived in Washington for a year when we met. We met via the internet, on a BBS. (sidenote: are BBSs still in existence? I haven't thought about one in years)

I flew out, spent four days in DC doing the tourist thing and fucking him at every opportunity that presented itself. He was the one to introduce me to spanking and how good it could be (both give and receive). For that, I'm grateful to him. I remember being in his tiny little apartment, on his bed when he flipped me over into doggy style and drove into me. As he drove it home, he reached out and spanked my ass hard, and I remember yelping ... I didn't expect it. Then when that warm glow spread across my ass I begged him to spank me more. Ah, the memories.

We stopped dating not long after that. Turns out he was into multiple girlfriends and minimal honesty ... not my type at all.

I don't mind the multiple -- but dishonesty is a dealbreaker.

Last I heard he was going to law school in Washington State somewhere. Wonder where he is now?

On the Road with Scorpio

2008-11-04T11:08:00.003-05:00

Hello dear readers -- I'm headed out of town for a few days to our nation's capitol. I'll be posting as I can, but forgive me if life gets in the way.

Until then, keep sending your sexy stories and I'll keep publishing them (with your permission, of course!)

On The Prowl, Day Thirteen - Sixteen

2008-11-03T20:50:00.006-05:00

Well, when we last left the prowling Scorpio, she was deciding which cock to climb aboard for a night of excitement ...

I was in the middle of choosing a cock when a most unexpected phone call came through ... Mark. Yes, dear readers, Mark returned to town for a long weekend with his kids and I was the lucky recipient of some free time.

I was immensely grateful to his children and their need to be with their friends on Friday night ... gotta love teenagers and their need to be with friends!! Whoo HOO!!!

From the moment our lips met at my door, it was electric. His forceful kisses and powerful hands pushed me into a wall and it was there that we began to frantically undress each other. The front door had barely closed when I was nearly naked and rubbing my hands all over his hairy chest. My God, it was like coming home and I was bound to enjoy each minute of it.

As I stood before him, in my black lace bra and thong panties, he ran his hands down my shoulders, my arms, rubbed over my breasts, stomach and thighs before he reached down to pull my panties off. As he dropped to his knees in front of me, I leaned back against my hallway wall ... his tongue dipped tenatively into my now-soaking wet pussy and with a sigh and smile he thrust his tongue and face into my pussy.

He pulled my legs further apart as he licked and sucked my labia and clit, making my legs shake and my moans grow in number and intensity. Before long I was begging him to touch me and with each lick and suck he'd drive his fingers into me, slowly and surely, rubbing me from my clit to my asshole. With each stroke inside me with his fingers, I grew closer and closer to orgasm. He was slow with me though, taking his time to build my first orgasm and making sure I'd cum over and over again.

It wasn't long before I was begging him to let me cum and as I watched him lick and suck my pussy I grew closer and closer ... without warning he pushed his long index and middle finger into me and began to grind hard on my gspot. I came immediately, hard, covering his fingers and face with my sticky girlcum and his smile at making me cum so hard was erotic in its own way.

He pulled me down to my knees and with a quick kiss of his cum soaked lips on mine, he pulled behind me and rammed his full hot length into my pussy. I gasped at the size of him as he filled me and he began to fuck me from behind and rubbed his long fingers on my clit. I nearly sat straight up from the sensation of him inside me and his long strokes ...

He stroked long and hard inside me and with his rubbing on my clit and his strokes hitting my gspot just right, I was cumming over and over, almost without fail and my breathing became more and more ragged. With each orgasm, my pussy contracted on his cock, bringing him closer and closer to cumming and soon he was pushing a few hard, thick strokes and he pulled out, ripped the condom off and sprayed all over my back.

As I laid, face down on the cold tile with him lying on top of me, I began to giggle, then laugh. He started laughing too ... and I turned my head, gave him a kiss and told him: "welcome back babe."

Clem gives Scorpio a gift

2008-11-03T20:33:00.003-05:00

Thank you Clem ... and readers, once you read this story, likely *you'll* be thanking Clem too. Whew, It Is Hot.

*****
When I was in my mid-late 20's, in the mid-late seventies, I got involved with a lot more pure good sex relationships than ever before.My early 20's were filled with sexual awareness, to be sure, but it was more a fumbling, free-love, quick-fuck type scenario than anything else. What happened now, in the summer of my 28th year, would help to set a path of even better sexual awareness for me, and a much better way that I responded to, and acted with my sexual partners.

I had a very bad start to this year, as I alternately got involved quickly with a tart, slim, platinum blond, ER Nurse, got engaged to her, and broke it off all within about 6 mos. It ended badly, as she was living then with my good friend and I in a new townhome. She worked as a an ER nurse, many different hours, and she and those docs just couldn't keep their hands off each other. She was banging interns left and right, as I found out one afternoon when I came home early from work. It got messy after that, as I had to get legal help to kick her ass out. I was stupid, but learned a lot.

I was working for a local Telecommunications company as a circuit designer and layout person. There were about 25 people in this group, mostly guys, however there was one gal in the group as a layout person. She took an enormous about of grief from some of these older designers, as they thought this was no place for a woman. She was in her mid-late-20's, small, short dark hair, small in stature, small features. She had a round face, dark expressive eyes, and was quick to laugh. I guess, looking back, I and one other person ended up befriending her more than the others.This group was pretty tight; we'd mostly all go out to lunch together, had a few softball teams, went out for drinks on Friday nites, that sorta stuff.

The company summer picnic was at a local large amusement park, and Joan asked me if I wanted to hang out with her. I said sure, OK. We all had good time that Saturday, I remember it was hot, late in summer. We agreed to leave about 8 that evening. As we were walking out, she asked me if I'd like to come to a party with her. She needed to meet up with her roommate there, and wanted me to come along. We had driven there separately, so I said, 'Sure, OK' I was feeling a bit frisky, after "playing" with her all day, and thought why not. I really didn't think about anything sexual, but there had been a fair amount of sexual tension in the air, later in the afternoon. Maybe I'd get lucky with her, OK.

We got to the party, and it was all very young people, mostly 18-20, all getting drunk on cheap keg beer. It was an old house, an upstairs, a porch on the front and back, with an OK back yard. It was noisy, a cheep stereo blaring away. Her room mate showed up about 30 min. later, Susan. I got introduced. She was very petite, short, mousy blond hair, cute perky little nose, big grin, small boobs, no bra, little nipples sticking out, small waist, bean-pole legs. She was wearing some sort of mini-skirt, t-shirt top. We had jeans on, T-shirts. The noise got to us, and we headed for the relative quiet of the kitchen. We all had a beer, and there were people going thru the kitchen, out to the back yard. This was the coolest place in the house too, as these old homes were hot, no A/C. Not that it would have made a difference, as all the doors were open all the time anyway.

I saw a few nice young 'chick's I might like to have known, or then, fucked that nite, but me being 28, they were "too young" for me. Susan seemed to be wanting my attention, as she was monopolizing the conversation a lot, and kept talking to me. Joan kept fading in and out, and it was clear they knew each other well here, had been friends awhile. Joan had left, and Susan and I were alone in the kitchen. There was no one else around, and she pulls out a joint, lights it, takes a drag, and hands it to me. OK, things just got better. We each had a few tokes, and Joan came back, had a few with us too. We finished the joint, and our beers. It was now like 11 PM, I was bored, they were bored. They were talking to each other, as I came back after taking a leak. Joan said, "Lets' go over to my place." Well, now I thought, things are getting a *lot* more interesting.

I followed them to their place. Susan went with Joan. They had a nice apartment, second floor, in a quad, near the edge of town, but still in the city. Joan and I sat on the couch, close together now. Susan went in the kitchen. Joan asked me if I wanted to smoke some more. 'Sure' I said. She went into the kitchen, and came back in a few minutes with some hash and a hash pipe. We sat and smoked a while on the couch. She put the pipe and stuff down on the table. Wow, I was high now. It was like midnight or a bit later, don't remember. She turned to me on the couch, looked into me eyes with those dark, flirty eyes, and leaned in and kissed me. She had big lips and it was more a tender, tenuous kiss than anything else. I put my hand on the back of her head, and pulled her into a tighter, harder kiss. She responded, we did this for a bit, and my arm went around her back, and hers around mine. My other hand brushed her breasts, a smaller style, and I quickly found her hardening nipple under my touches. She wasn't wearing a bra either, she may have removed it when we got home, I don't remember. She shifted and turned on the couch, so that she was facing me. I had to break off fondling her, but she quickly came back to kiss me, and my one hand went back to her breast. It was a pointy-rounded style, and the nipple got hard right away. I snaked my hand under her T-shirt, as she gave me easy access to them, and I caressed both of them now, as we continued to kiss, and tongue each other. She was squirming a bit, moaning a bit as I caressed those boobs, and I was getting hot. She put her hand to my crotch, and rubbed my hard dick through may jeans. She seemed to be a bit unsure of this all, and got really into feeling it all over, as we continued to kiss and grope each other.

She finally broke it off, leaned back, looked into my eyes, and asked, "Do you want to spend the night?" I guess I came up to reality then, and kinda looked over her shoulder, into the area of the kitchen, as her roommate was still there. I didn't say anything, and she seemed to sense a bit of apprehension, then said, "It's OK if you want to." 'Ok, yea' I said. Then she said, "Is it OK if Susan joins us?"OMG, then I got it finally, and said right away, 'Sure!'

She lead me to the bedroom, and Susan then came in behind us. We all started to strip. Susan stayed in her panties. She had small, pointy boobs, with small hard nipples. Joan was nude, showing me her rounded boobs, and dark, trimmed pubic hair. (This was way before common Brazilian wax jobs.)We all laid down on the bed, they ended up on either side of me, as we (I) started kissing them, alternating back and forth. Susan got a bit aggressive, and turned to her side, and draped a leg over me, and rubbed those small, pointy tits into my chest. I started feeling her ass and panties, and immediately went into her panties, and felt her pussy from the back of her ass. She was getting wet already. Joan was kissing me, and my other hand went to her boobs, and down to her pussy. She was wet and getting wetter, as I fingered her a bit. Susan then moved up on my chest some more, and I lost contact with her pussy, and she then leaned over, pushed me away from Joan, and began kissing her. I moved away a bit, and Susan ran her left hand down to Joans pussy, and began fingering her. It was clear they knew what they were doing, and wanted me to watch. I did, for like 5 minutes or more.

I slid Susans' panties off as they were kissing, and they had their fingers in each other. They went at each other, then Susan turned down and pressed her face into Joans pussy, and swung her leg over Joans head, dropped her pussy to Joan's face. OMG, I was in heaven! I just laid there and watched them, slurping away at each other. I moved around to get a better view of both of them, going at it. They hadn't really paid much attention to me or my dick at first, as they seemed more intent to get each other worked up. I just watched, and my dick was as hard and aching as it ever had been. I could have watched this all nite. I got into the action though. I rubbed them, I don't remember just who, I just grabbed boobs, ass, stuck my fingers in where they were licking, I didn't care, I wanted in. I remember trying to insert my dick in their mouths and pussies, but it wasn't gonna work that way.

I don't remember all, but writing this now has helped me to remember a lot of details. I wanted to get blown and fucked by both of them, but I didn't know what yet to do. I think it was Susan that broke it off, and turned to me, kissing me, stroking my dick, then Joan started in too, kissing me too, grabbing my dick also. I do remember that. I remember then Joan going down on me, while Susan watched. Joan was the dominant woman, and she took the lead with me too. Joan was very actively blowing me, and after all this, I didn't know how long I could take this. I really wanted to fuck her, both of them, and didn't want to really loose my load right now. I pulled her up to me, and Susan then grabbed my wet dick, and jerked it up and down. I know we were talking, and she said something to Joan about how wet it was, how hard it was. Joan said, 'Suck it Susan'. She was a bit reluctant, giggled a bit, but then bent down over me and ever so gently, put her lips on me, and took me into her mouth.

As they told me later, they had not been with a man for a long time. Susan was like 7 years, and Joan said 5.Joan had planned this, to seduce me like this for a long time, she said.Susan was a bit tenuous blowing me, but she did get into it. Joan was better, as she had gotten me close to cumming. Susan didn't want me to cum in her mouth, and I was fingering Joan as she was kissing me. Let's just put it this way, if one of them was kissing me, I was fingering the other, or both, and vice-versa. I finally pushed Susan off me, pushed her down on the bed, and went down on her, as I was getting really horny. I figured that if I had one of them on their back, I could fuck them. Joan was watching me lick her, then came over and sat on Susans face, facing my, rocking her pussy and ass as she was tongued by Susan. I had enough, moved up on Susan, and started rubbing my dick into her pussy. This got both their attention. Seems like neither were on any type of birth control, and were not exactly prepared for a dick yet. This was pre-AIDS and I didn't carry condoms with me, but they had some spermicide stuff, as it turns out.

Joan went to get it, as Susan and I talked, as I really then wanted to fuck her. She wanted to, but had not done this for years, and was a bit apprehensive. Joan got the stuff, fiddled with it a bit, and stuck it into her friend. Joan was egging me on, talking to Susan, and actually stuck some of the stuff into her. It was a suppository. It needed to work a bit. Finally, we were all ready, and I was at Susans pussy with my dick in my hand, her head was up, looking at it, and Joan was behind her head, holding it up, encouraging us both. I pushed the head into her pussy; it was tight even though we were all wet. It went in a bit, and inch, and Susan started sucking in air, and gasping. I pulled back to wet my dick more, and slowly pushed in, more now, and her breathing got more intense, sucking in more air, and she tensed up a bit. Joan held her, as I continued to push in. I was on my arms, up and extended over her, watching her face contort as I fucked it into her. I went slow, but I was determined to get in. I do remember her being very tight, and her pussy was squeezing me hard. I finally settled in on her, and pushed in all the way, she just gasped and sucked in air. Joan was asking her how it felt. She said good, he's big. (she was tiny!) I started in a rhythm and was picking up the pace a bit, as she was relaxing more, but she still tensed a bit when I went in all the way. God, she was like a virgin, I thought. I was having a great time. I tried to raise her legs a bit, but she was tense, so I just fucked away. She was getting into it, breathing hard, crying out a bit as I bottomed out in her. I was gonna cum. I just grabbed her legs, pulled them up, and pushed in very hard, and that did it. I came hard and strong, 4-5 good gushes as I fucked her hard now. She got a bit scared I think, and was twisting around a bit. I stopped, put her legs down, and dropped on her chest, kissing her. Joan came around, started to kiss her too. Susan was in a bit of a shock, I think. God, it felt good in her. I stayed as best I cold, but I plopped out. She turned over, and got up, headed right for the bathroom.

Then Joan and I started in, and I went down on her. She was moaning really well, and I was flicking her clit when Susan came back in, and watched us for a bit, then went over and started kissing Joan as I was eating her. I was getting hard again, I was still very wet, and wanted to fuck Joan now too. I was gonna mount her, missionary style too, but she pushed me off and Susan kinda took over. They were kissing, so I fingered Joan, and laid down, on my back, grabbing for boobs, pussies, what ever. Joan finally got up, turned around, and started playing with my dick, stroking it, playing more. She and Susan were talking about me fucking Susan, how it was, was she sore.

Finally Joan bent down, and started blowing me, and Susan then was very intent on watching her. She did that for awhile, pulling her hair back, playing with her boobs, and then turned back to me. I remember then her talking to me, asking me how much did I like that, Joan blowing me, and did I like fucking her. We were talking, and Joan was doing a professional job then on my dick. I was getting more hot, and my breathing was getting intense, and Susan saw this. She started kissing me, tweaking my nipples, and sure enough, I came in Joan's mouth. Susan didn't know this right away, and Joan came up to me, started kissing me too, and then they both were playing with each others boobs. Finally, Susan asked, me, 'Did you just cum in her mouth' like she was a bit incredulous that it actually happened.It was like 4AM now, we were getting tired, and we rested a bit, but Susan wanted to take a bath. They didn't have a shower in the old house. Yup, we all climbed in the tub, but mostly they were on me. They both liked playing with my limp dick. This is when thy told me the whole story, the plan to get me there, play with me, have me watch them. After the bath ,we all went to bed, me in the middle, the two of them snuggled up on each side, and me with a huge grin on my face.

It was nearly 6 when we went to sleep, and we all work up about 10 the next morning. I don't think I had morning sex with either of them. We usually ended up at their place, we did things together, and all went out together. We followed the local scenes, and turned a few heads, and I kissed them both in public. They got to be very comfortable with me. I didn't tell my room mate that I was seeing 2 lesbians, nor did I say anything to anyone at work. Joan and I were cool about it at work. My roommate and I were renting this new townhouse, and we removed our shoes at the front door. One night we were out, and I brought them home to my place, and we fucked, sucked and carried on a few hours upstairs, then fell asleep. My room mate was out, and didn't see the shoes, but he came down the next morning and saw the 4 pairs, his, mine, and both theirs. We really blew his mind when we came down the stars together. His jaw hung open as yes, I had slept with both of them. He later asked me not to tell his girlfriend, as she just wouldn't like it. (She was a real prude, and never did blow him.)

This escapade with these gals lasted about 5 months. As we got more into sex, they taught me better about oral sex, and pleasing a woman, what to do, what not to do. There were many times that 2 of us would go down on the other, and too, both of them would suck me. It was heaven, pure heaven to watch them both suck me, taking turns, and then both on either side of my dick. They got into having me cum in their mouths, and they liked to watch the other one take a load. They never did a 'snow-ball' and even I then, didn't know what that was. They both got very comfortable fucking me, and their favorite position was me on my back, one of them cow-girl fucking me, the other sitting on my face, facing each other, playing with boobs, kissing, then swapping positions. Susan in particular then liked it when Joan was on her back, and me kneeling down between Joan's legs. She'd blow me some, get me wet, then grab my dick, then lead me, and guide it into her waiting friend, all with this huge grin on her face. She liked to push on my ass, as I pushed hard into her friend. They both liked doing this too.

They also introduced me to analingus or rimming. They did it to each other, showed me what to do. (I had really only done it once before, to a very surprised Jewish gal that didn't like it at all!). They got into it with me, and many times, one would be blowing me, while the other was licking my balls, then rimming me. They liked it when I was kneeling on all fours, and one would snake down under me, blow me, and the other could easily lick her friend, from the front of me or back, then move up to lick my ass and balls.They also introduced me to toys. They had a double-headed dildo and a few vibrators, the simple bullet-type. Yes, they used them on me. Joan was particularly interested my ass, and sticking one end of the double-headed dildo in me, and the other in her, then riding me, sometimes us both on our knees, butt to butt. It was best for me with my ass up. Susan would jerk the dildo back and forth. I used it on them that way too, pussy to pussy, and they would usually really get off on it. I got brave enough, and they did too, that I fucked them both in the ass a few times, but I really had to work up to it well with them, especially Susan, as she was very small. They both enjoyed it, as I did. It was huge fun to be fucking one in the ass, while the other was behind me, stroking my balls and licking me, rimming me too. I never came so hard in all my life. They both got off on it, and had been comfortable sticking their fingers in each others asses before. We spent many long sessions then playing with all orifices, all parts, and I got a huge education about the best ways to please a woman, that stays with me today still.

It ended with them, when *they* broke up, sad to say. I did see Susan a few times on my own, as she and I got really close, but she eventually wanted another woman in her life. She liked the sex, but wanted a woman.I'll never forget those two, and when people ask me about my most sexy or sensual experiences, I always end up talking about Susan and Joan. I hope someday to do this with 2 women again.

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Okay, group orgasm now, eh? Damn, Clem, you tell quite the tale ... THANK YOU.

It is Scorpio's Birthday Month.

2008-11-02T00:25:00.003-04:00

Why am I telling you this?

I want you to give me gifts.

No .... nothing that costs money ... more like a bit of your time.

I would like to hear from my readers -- tell me the sexiest experience you've ever had. The lay you can't forget and why. Who gave the best oral sex and why was it so good. Tell me your dirty secrets, your naughty lives and what secret fantasies you harbor. Post in the comments (even anonymously -- there is that option), send me an email.

That is my request from you, dear readers, to celebrate my birthday. Will you please make my 35th birthday one to remember with your explicit tales of debauchery?

On the Prowl, Day Twelve

2008-10-29T20:26:00.002-04:00

I've been exchanging texts with Joe, the guy from Saturday/Sunday, emails from Alex of MNF and been juggling two other guys that want to meet me for coffee. Oh, and Kevin is still around, waiting for me to give him time on my calendar.

I think tomorrow I'll get laid again ... I'm just not sure by who :)

On the Prowl, Day Eleven

2008-10-28T19:19:00.005-04:00

My oh my, what a fun 24 hours this has been.

As you may or may not be aware, I'm a fan of football. I like to watch games, attend games, cheer for games and talk about games. Yes, pro and college. Yes, I know what the ref is likely to call before he calls it. Yes, I realize I am probably an anomaly.

Monday Night Football, in particular, is one of my favorite things. Last night I head over to a bar a mile or so from my house for the game. The bar is filled with MNF fans and it starts getting a little rowdy. I order some food, order a beer and relax at the bar, people watching. I notice a tall, lovely looking man on the other side of the bar checking me out. After some extended eye contact and looking away, I need to use the restroom. As I go, I pass by his end of the bar and ask him if he'd mind if I buy him a beer. He says, no, sure. Stammers a bit. I'm sure I caught him off guard.

I return to the bar, which by now is filling up fast. He gets his beer, gives me the token 'thank you' nod from across the bar and that was that ... I see him checking me out repeatedly all night but he doesn't come over to introduce himself. Seeing as I like men with balls, I write him off. Surely by me making the first move he must realize I'm interested but ...

Soon the barstools next to me are taken up by a couple. Turns out they are friends with some other folks at the bar and we start chatting. The atmosphere is fun, the food is good and the beer, well, the beer is tasty.

Then "Alex" walks in. He's a little taller than me, brown hair, brown eyes and a lovely goatee. He is nearly immediately flirty with me and working it for all he is worth. He is making jokes, keeping me engaged in conversation and generally very flirty. He is just my type ...

We continue to laugh and flirt throughout the game -- soon it is 4th quarter and he has been suggesting that he get an opportunity to lick my ass and pussy. As you know, there has been a drought in this area so you might imagine I was VERY interested in the prospect.

I tease and flirt some more and soon we are walking out into the cool night air. He asks me again if I'll let him lick and suck my ass and pussy and I say yes.

We head back to my house, I drag him up the stairs and in seconds we are naked and he is licking my pussy like a champ. I am moaning and groaning as he licks, sucks and rubs with his tongue and fingers all over my pussy and ass. I cum, hard, and he looks up at me and smiles, with the glossy cum face of a man who has been eating pussy. I can't resist him and I drag him up to me to kiss it off his face. He isn't done, he insists, and proceeds to lick and suck me for close to an hour ....

And then he got dressed and went home. What is not to like about that?

Another addition to the blogroll.

2008-10-26T17:54:00.003-04:00

I should have added this one months ago, as I've been lurking there for some time. She's been kind enough to post comments on some of my work at the Fellatrices and without further ado, please welcome Bareback Grrl.

http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/

Her blog is intensely hot ... and gets me creaming every time.

On the Prowl, Day Ten

2008-10-26T17:14:00.003-04:00

Well Well Well.

Last night I spent with my friends at a Halloween party ... and while I was on my way to the party, I received a text.

The text was from Joe.

Remember Joe? 29 years old, big, thick cock with an enormous head -- and not so much a giver.

After a long night of whooping it up with my friends (until nearly 3 a.m.), Joe was still texting -- telling me he'll be home, stop by, he wants to see me.

I had sobered up hours before and found his texts during the night amusing. We had both vanished from each others lives a few months ago and I wasn't about to chase him down.

(I don't, as a rule, chase men. Far as I know, men haven't been made in a limited edition and are not precious and few. Plenty is the number I generally deal in and I'm sure many of my readers feel the same. I avoid drama from my partners and the moment it looks like there will be drama, I get out and fast.)

Finally I give in. After all, I have flirted my ass off all night with various folks, have enjoyed our text conversation and am thinking of one thing and one thing only: his big cock stuffed inside me.

I get to his house and he lets me in. Mind you, I'm dressed in my costume and the first thing I upon entering his house is bend over to peel off the red fishnet stockings I wore last night. I rub my ass suggestively over the front of his shorts as I do so and after that I turn around, give him a hug and kiss and note how rock hard he is already ...

A trail of clothing leads from his front door back to his bedroom and soon I am on my knees in front of him taking his cock into my mouth. His is a thick one and I have to stretch my lips to get around him ... I lick up and down his cock, sucking his balls into my throat and licking deep underneath them. Soon he is pulling me up as he reaches for the condom and puts it on.

In one swift motion I'm on top, riding him, getting off on him. His thickness fills me and I am moaning almost immediately. I rock back and forth on him, getting myself worked up and soon I'm cumming from the friction on my clit and his cock filling me. I'm slick, his cock is soaked and he looks at me and asks me if I want something.

I tell him I want him to fuck my ass.

He gets off the bed and I lean over it. I tell him to be slow with me as it has been awhile and he tells me no. Within seconds he is pushing, insistently on my back door, plowing into me with that thick rounded cockhead. I can feel my ass expand to take him and he drives deeper. In what seems like just a minute, he is balls deep in my ass and reaming me. He moves from side to side and around and around ... I have a hand back, rubbing my clit as he drives into me. With each reaming he goes a little faster until we both are gasping as he finally gets ready to cum and pulls out suddenly ... I gasp at the feeling of air on my widened hole and cum one more time as he rips the condom off and cums all over my back.

As I lie there I think that this was just what I needed. ... and soon we are both asleep in his bed.

On the Prowl, Day Nine

2008-10-24T21:20:00.003-04:00

I've been sick the past couple of days. This hasn't stopped me from perusing CL for an ad to respond to but honestly, I don't know if I'd feel up to it right now. A sniffling, sneezing, coughing Scorpio is not at her sexiest, let me tell you.

The nice part about being home a few days is leisurely masturbation sessions that go on and on. Now if only this soaked pussy had some cock stuffed in it, I'd be all set.

This weekend is full of activities so I'll be sure to let you know what transpires.

Office Interruption Fantasy -- Scorpio's turn

2008-10-23T10:21:00.004-04:00

This fantasy was first started by Max of Max Intensity.

Please read Part One here:
http://maxintensity.wordpress.com/2008/10/01/office-interruption-fantasy-intro/

Part Two here:
http://maxintensity.wordpress.com/2008/10/04/office-interruption-fantasy-continued/

And the Finale here:
http://maxintensity.wordpress.com/2008/10/09/office-interruption-fantasy-finale/

And here is the perspective of Scorpio from Day One and Day Two ... where Scorpio asks for more.

As Max closes the door to my office, I slump into my chair, blouse askew, bra undone and thoroughly filled with his cum. I almost wonder if this has all been a fantasy but my throbbing clit and the cum dripping out of my ass tells a different tale altogether. I’m tempted to call him in an hour for a repeat performance as this has all felt deliciously naughty and has made working at my desk nearly impossible today. The air in my office smells of sex … and certainly anyone who comes in my office next will see me with tousled hair, dreamy eyes and the smell of sex in the air and whatever professional demeanor I maintain will be over.

I light a candle, an especially flowery one to mask the scent of our coupling, and go about cleaning myself up. I cannot bring myself to clean the cum off my inner thighs though … just feeling our sticky cum on my inner thighs brings a smile to my lips. Before Max left, I offered up lunch tomorrow … and I plan for it to be a dine-in experience.

*******************

The next morning I dress carefully. I pull out my black lace thong, black lace bra and some silky black sheer thigh highs. For my outfit, I’m conservative as they come. I have a black suit with long skirt, dark burgundy blouse and round-toed black heels, 2” tall. On the outside I am the picture of conservatism – on the inside I’m the slut I know I am. To finish off my look I add a pearl necklace, pearl earrings and my pearl ring.

When I see Max in the breakroom in the morning, I greet him with a simple hello and ask him if we are still on for lunch today. He replies that he is up for whatever I’d like to do. I tell him I’ll come pick him up from his office around noon. He looks puzzled but says that will be fine.

What Max does not remember, and what I do, is that the rest of the office is headed out for a luncheon. I’ve begged off weeks ago and I know Max has as well. What this means is that for at least 90 minutes, I’ll have Max to myself in his office with no nosey co-workers milling about.

The hours pass quickly and soon I hear my co-workers headed out for lunch. A few pop their heads into my office to ask if I’m sure I don’t want to go and I assure them I can’t – so much to do and so little time. They nod their heads in sympathy and walk out the door. Little do they know that Max is so much that I need to do and only ninety minutes to do it in.

As the last of the office clears out, I make my way to Max’s office. I enter the office, closing the door quietly behind me. He’s finishing something up as I sit on his desk facing him. He looks up, asks me where my purse is and where we are going. I uncross my legs, open them slightly and tell him I think we’ll be dining in today.

The nice part of Max’s office is that my back is facing a back of windows and the sunlight is warming me as I sit here. The office windows are such that they are coated with a non-reflective material which lets the light in, but no one can see inside. As I lean back on the desk, opening my thighs wide, I hike up my skirt to mid-thigh. Max gets an eyeful of my skimpy black lace thong and my black thigh highs and I see an immediate reaction – his gorgeous cock is straining in his pants. It is all I can do to not unzip him and take him in my mouth immediately, but I want more of what he started with yesterday.

His eyes run up and down my body as I slide off my jacket, unbutton my blouse and take it off. I’m sitting in front of him in my skirt, thigh highs, thong and bra and I can see he is appreciating the view. He opens his mouth as if to say something and I put my finger over his lips. I tell him that he teased me yesterday with his pussy licking and today I want more. Before I finish my sentence, he is pulling me off the desk, unzipping my skirt and pulling my thong down my thighs. He pushes me back on my back, pulls me to the end of the desk and buries his face in my pussy.

My thighs are up in the air, constrained by my thong and he is quick to pull my legs over his shoulders as he dives into my pussy over and over, spearing me with his tongue. He taps and licks at my clit with his flattened tongue, driving me wild. He uses his hands to pull my pussy lips apart and lick me up and down, not leaving one space unexplored. His fingers dive in my pussy and he rubs hard on my g-spot, causing me to buck up and moan at the same time. He rubs hard there then is rewarded with a gusher of an orgasm from me. I can see his lips and beard are shiny with my cum and he gives me a lewd wink as he dives in for more. His smile and wink drive me over the edge again, and I’m writhing underneath his tongue. Those pussy slicked fingers are now working at my back door, rubbing in circles, slowly entering me and teasing me. My moans fill the air as I am cumming over and over now, and I’m not sure my pussy can get more slick than it is now. He takes his thumb and dives it into my back door and I practically sit up from the sensation … I cannot hold back any more. I’m sighing his name, moaning and cumming harder and faster than I can imagine possible.

And in what seems like a half-second, I feel him ram the length of his cock into my pussy, all the while continuing to fuck my ass with his thumb. My thong is off me now and he picks it up from the desk, smells it, smiles, and shoves it into my mouth. I can taste my juices on the silky fabric and this only serves to make me cum again.

He is pumping in and out of me, a hand on each of my thighs while I rub my hard clit. I can feel each clench and release of my pussy as I cum over and over. His pussy licking has made me extra sensitive and the look in his blue eyes tells me he knows it. I can feel him growing a bit harder and his balls are slapping at my back door with an increasingly heavy feeling. My ankles are resting on his shoulders as he continues to drive in me …

Max pulls out his cock and slaps my pussy with it, calling me his whore and slut and asking me what I want next. As I shudder and shake from the sensation of slapping cock on my clit, I ask him to fuck my ass. I know that he is wet enough from my sloppy wet pussy juice and he pulls me closer to the edge of the desk. As he puts both my ankles on his left shoulder, he pushes into my ass … this time with no pause.

I gasp, feeling the weight and length of him inside me. Max has a gorgeous specimen of a cock with a large mushroom head that tears me apart as he enters me. He teases me at first, despite his rough entry he is stroking slowly, ever so slowly. I push my hand between my thighs and rub my pussy and clit as he pumps in and out of my ass, really easy with slow strokes. Just as I start to rub my clit, Max picks up his pace, slamming my ass with abandon and I feel his balls slap against my thighs. I am cumming, over and over, calling his name and telling him how hot of a fuck I think he is. Just as I arch my back and lean back, I feel the pressure coming from Max’s cock, he’s getting ready to unload again. He moans that he is cumming and with three quick pumps my ass is loaded with his cum. As he pulls out, he falls back into his chair and tells me we need to have lunch more often. With that, I shudder and shake a final orgasm and roll over onto my back, legs splayed, inside of my thighs coated with cum and a satisfied smile on my face.

Addition to Blogroll

2008-10-23T10:20:00.002-04:00

I've been added as a blog on the website http://www.loveboudoir.com/ . I hope you will enjoy the site as much as I have and please know I'm honored to be there.

Thanks.

On the Prowl, Day Eight

2008-10-22T22:09:00.002-04:00

New CL ad wording:

"If you have hang-ups, issues or have trouble grasping the idea of a woman that likes, wants, needs and has to have sex, then please move on to another posting. "

This should help out, right?

Nothing to report today. Tomorrow I will get to see HSN (hot summer night) and we shall see if there is activity to report after. I'm hoping so.

I've written a new fantasy for Max of Max Intensity ... he wrote one for me some time back and I've made a continuation of it. As soon as I hear Max has jerked off to it (a sure sign that I've written something worthy), I will post it here.

In the meantime, Get Laid for Me -- at least one of us ought to be having good sex, yes?

And now, dear readers, it is your turn ...

2008-10-22T07:46:00.002-04:00

Would you like to be featured in Scorpio's fantasy sex life?

Send me an email -- link over there to the right -- and tell me a little about you. Hobbies, height, hair color, eye color, sexual positions you like best and any other fantasies you may have. Please choose a location for our tryst and tell me about that too ... it can be anywhere, just tell me more about it. I'll try to get one out within a couple of days of your email.

*****

A special thanks to 'Cousteau' for busting my written fantasy sexual experience cherry.

Alaska Fantasy -- Part 2

2008-10-22T07:21:00.002-04:00

Part 2

We are now on the bed and he is on his back … I felt his cock rub against me as we kissed and I want it in my mouth in the worst way. I’m slowly working down from his sexy face to his chest, taking in a nipple into my mouth to see his reaction. I continue further down his chest, finding that what I’ve felt between clothing is beyond beautiful.

Wonderfully shaped with a nice round head, I take him deep into my mouth as he lets out the first of many moans that night. I can tell he hasn’t had sex in awhile so I take my time with him, teasing, licking, sucking and tonguing his entire shaft. Feeling the pressure build, I lean further down, taking his balls in my mouth and sucking them – he’s watching me and I look up into his eyes as I lick lower yet … licking his perineum and ass … making him writhe on the bed. His cock is jumping a bit … he’s not had this done and isn’t sure about me licking him here but ultimately some well placed pressure on his perineum and a deep throating by me sends a gusher of cum down my throat. It seems like he is cumming for hours with the load he sends down my throat. I suck it down, massaging his balls and cock as I do, taking each drop into my mouth. He calls my name as he cums and the sound is music to my ears.

He looks at me, sighs and asked me what I’ve done to him and how I’ve gotten him to cum so hard and so well. I laugh and tell him what I’ve done. He says he’ll want a repeat performance later … and I agree. His glorious hard cock was a thing of beauty and I want to admire it again.

He wants to return the favor and asks that I sit on his face. I climb aboard, sitting gingerly as he begins to lick my pussy. He tells me it isn’t hard enough for him, I need to grind down on his face and cover his face in my pussy juice. His moustache is providing some much needed friction as he tongues and sucks at my pussy, teasing my clit with each lick. He takes his index finger and middle finger and inserts them into my pussy, driving me wild … as he strokes them in and out he tells me he is going to fuck my ass tonight and he wants to make sure that I’m good and wet for him. Just hearing that he’s going to fuck my ass sends me into orbit – I am grinding, he is rubbing and sucking and I’m cumming all over his face. He pulls out his fingers and rubs them over my asshole, slowly entering first with his index finger, then his middle finger. Soon he is stroking in and out of my ass, using his thumb on that hand to penetrate my pussy and rubbing his lips, tongue and moustache all over my clit. I don’t know how many times I came while he did this, all I know is I’m sure we cleared out the hotel with my moans. As he continues to rub my ass, pussy and clit all at the same time, I’m calling his name, begging him to fuck me and fuck me now … I’m shuddering with an unbelievable climax, drenching him with my pussy juice and as I look behind me, I notice his cock is ready to go again …

I tell him to fuck me, and he is insistent now. He pulls me over onto my back and pulls my legs over my head. My thighs are touching my breasts as he positions his cock at the entrance to my pussy. He is hard as steel and I know I’m in for a fucking. I tell him not to forget my ass and he assures me he won’t … and at that exact moment he drives inside me.

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!! I scream as he fills me with his cock. He feels so wonderful inside me, drilling me hard as I rub my clit with my free hand. He pumps and rocks me, making me cum and moan louder and louder … as he pumps inside me I can feel him growing even harder – and I cannot believe it. I am so tight and slick, he is hard and wet and between the two of us we’ll realign a planet or two with this fuck.

As he pulls out, I can see his cock is covered in my sticky white juices … I know he wants to fuck my ass now and with delicious anticipation I await him entering my ass.

He pulls my legs down a little, still over my head but not as tight, pulling my legs together as he slowly enters my ass. He doesn’t slow a minute to let me adjust and just for a second I feel like I’m being torn apart … then release. He is so wet from my cum that he is sliding in and out with abandon … filling me, fucking me and making me cum over and over. As he fucks me in this position he takes his thumb and roughly runs it over my clit. In seconds I am cumming again and he feels my pussy and ass clench as he pounds away at me.

In one smooth motion, he flips me onto my knees … and continues to fuck my ass as he pulls my hair back with one hand and spanks my ass with the other. I have my back arched, my hair in his hands and my ass is getting the fucking of its life. Just when I think I can’t possibly cum any more, I feel his balls get heavier as they bounce against my clit. I know he’s going to cum soon and I want to feel him explode in my ass. He slows a bit and I can tell he will pull out if I want him to … I look back into his dark eyes and tell him that I want to feel him pump my ass full of cum. I reach back, give my clit one final hard rub and we both explode at the same time … my ass clenching and milking every inch of his cock as he unloads inside me.

He pulls out and pushes me forward. I’m lying on my stomach, panting heavily as he lies beside me … and I lean over to kiss him, licking my pussy juices from his moustache as I do so …

Fantasy Fuck: Alaska

2008-10-21T20:02:00.002-04:00

This post is a fantasy … all fantasies will be posted in italics from here on out.

Not long ago, I decided to fulfill a lifelong dream of mine – to visit Alaska. I can’t say it was entirely about seeing the countryside though, as what you might not know about me is that I have a particular fondness for the show, “The Deadliest Catch.” The fishermen on the show are all sexy to me, in their own way, and seeing them in ‘real life’ is something I’ve wanted to do since discovering the show. I went online, noted the start of the crab fishing season this fall, and planned my trip accordingly.

I wanted to get to Dutch Harbor, Alaska, a few days before the crab season started in hopes of seeing some of the fishermen working on their boats, buying supplies or even down at the local bars. I’m sure I’m not the first ‘Deadliest Catch’ junkie to travel up here but I wanted to see it for myself.

Unfortunately, as with many things in Alaska, time can be relative. The plane rides to Dutch can be cancelled at a moment’s notice and until the weather clears, there’s no travel to or from. Although I had planned a few days of ‘slush’ time onto the beginning of my schedule, I did not arrive in Dutch until October 16 – one day after the season had started.

I had already paid for my hotel room and had planned a few weeks stay in Alaska as it was, so I thought I had might as well visit Dutch – who knew, maybe I’d run into a camera crew or someone who could give me some insight into the lives of the crabfishermen … perhaps a ‘behind the scenes’ look at the show.

I wander down to the bar in my hotel, the Grand Aleutian Hotel, sit down and order up a crab cake sandwich and a beer. It is clear from looking around the hotel that they have been busy recently … but aren’t busy now. My heart sinks a bit as I realize the likelihood of seeing anyone remotely involved with the show is nearly nil.

The longer I sit, the more the bartender is kind enough to engage me in conversation. He asks what I’m doing there, why I’m in Dutch and how long I plan to stay. He seems surprised to hear that someone from the lower 48 would be so fascinated with the lifestyle in Dutch but he is kind enough to answer my questions.

Just as he is serving me my second beer, the bartender shouts out a greeting to a guy who has just walked into the bar. Cousteau (as I later learn is his nickname) is mid-thirties, I’d guess, with dark hair and eyes. He has a start of a mustache and it is clear he’s not had one before, as his hand seems to touch it ever so often, like he is amazed to find it growing on his face.

Turns out Cousteau is with the Coast Guard and has been stationed in Alaska for a short time. He received the nickname ‘Cousteau’ for his love of diving after the famed diver, Jacques Cousteau. He sits a couple of stools down from me at the bar and is ordering his food and beer as well.

I learn from the bartender that Cousteau is also a ‘Deadliest Catch’ junkie and soon he moves over to the barstool beside me and we talk about the show, what captains we like, the normal fan-geek stuff. I can’t help but notice that Cousteau licks his upper lip after he takes a sip of beer – ostensibly to clean off his moustache of beer but it has given me other ideas …

After several beers, more food and lots of laughs later, Cousteau and I have gotten closer and closer at the bar. At one point, I lean over towards him and place my hand near his on the bar. In return, he leans in and places his right hand on my left thigh. Both our eyes widen as we both feel the jolt of electricity between us. There’s something more here than just a shared love of a TV show. I can feel the butterflies in my stomach as I realize that maybe I’m not looking for the show … maybe I’m looking for an adventure.

Cousteau confesses to needing to get back to the boat, as he hasn’t made a reservation in the hotel and the boat is his bed for the night. I express sympathy and as we both get up from the bar and walk out, we walk past the hall to my room. In a split second decision, I lean in, press him against the wall and kiss him deeply. I feel his mouth open against mine and all the excitement I felt not long ago is doubled … tripled … quadrupled. I cannot imagine letting this man sleep alone in his bunk tonight after all the fantasies I’ve had about him all night long.

We break from each other and with a gasp he asks if I want something. I look at him, drinking in his dark eyes and tell him that I want him to fuck me tonight. What he sees in my eyes offers him no question that I’ve asked for what I want.

In what seems like seconds, we are in my room. From the door to the bed isn’t but a few feet, but soon it is littered with clothes, all taken off one step at a time as he backs me towards the bed. ....

On the Prowl, Day Seven

2008-10-21T18:03:00.003-04:00

What does a girl gotta do in this town to get her pussy properly licked?

*****

As you might have noticed, I added an avatar. As I cannot imagine doing HNT or showing off the 'real' me, suffice to say that my avatar does me justice. One thing is different about us, though, I have much bigger boobs. ;)

*****

Tonight I was to meet someone for drinks and see how it went ... and perhaps a dip in his hot tub later if things went my way. So I get an email from him, he wants to get to know me better and wants to step away from the casual sex he has been having.

Why, oh why, does the man have to develop a conscience TODAY? Could this not have taken place tomorrow after his head was buried in my pussy for an hour or more tonight? Sigh. I'm beginning to think I need to make a donation to Planned Parenthood or something to turn my luck around. Kinda like making an offering of sorts for a better sex life.

*****

Luckily enough, though, the 'hot summer night' guy of a few years ago and I have been emailing. It looks like Thursday night will be a rendevous for us ... he has promised more of the same quality pussy licking that I remember so fondly. Amen!

On the Prowl, Day Six

2008-10-20T20:31:00.002-04:00

Today I was still out of town with mr. vanilla, as he shall now be known.

This morning I was awoken early with insistent fingers exploring my depths and rubbing on my clit. I was sopping wet before I even was fully awake ... and as soon as I awoke fully, he was entering me. My legs were high over my head, with my ankles above his head as he dove into me with his hard cock. He was fucking me hard, thighs slapping with my moans ringing in both of our ears. The position was just right, with some teasing of my clit while he fucked me solidly.

Soon I was on top, grinding down on him and rubbing my clit hard against him. I rocked back and forth on top, pulling him in and out of my hot, wet, slick cunt ... each stroke and he was wetter and nearly begging for mercy. I came a few times, but nothing earth-shattering, and soon he was cumming too.

**************

So on the drive home today, mr. vanilla happens to mention a couple of lesbians that he works with. I asked him, directly, if they would offer him some 'lessons' as he seems to like receiving oral sex so much but does not reciprocate. He laughed and changed the subject. This, dear readers, is why he will not be party to any further sexual acts from me.

**************

Max, you are so right, surely my luck HAS to turn around!!!

On the Prowl, Day Five

2008-10-19T09:04:00.004-04:00

I'm out of town for the weekend, visiting friends. I've brought along the 'dating guy.'

Last night, after many, many, many beers on my part with the abovementioned friends, he drove us home (he was sober) to our hotel. I was a bit tired, not just physically, but I did not intend to have sex with him. It is vanilla in the worst way and every trick I've pulled out of my bag of tricks does not seem to have changed it. Why did I bring him on this trip? Scorpio pulled a dumb one here -- she asked him weeks ago and he remembered and wanted to go. I have a hard time un-inviting someone after I've invited him, so go with me he did.

We settled in for the night and as I mentioned, I didn't have any intention of having sex with him. He, apparently, had intentions of having sex with me.* All of this is to say, despite my best intentions, I honestly needed to get laid. He started by rubbing my clit, bringing forth a gusher of an orgasm. After that, the beer + desire took over for me and I ordered him around the bed like he was my foot soldier and I was his captain.

He was on top first, with my heels over my head as he dove deep inside of me. Then I rode him, rubbing my clit up and down on his cock as he begged for mercy. He continued to rub and suck my tits as we did this, driving me wild and making me want more. I ordered him up and positioned myself on all fours and demanded he fuck me from behind. He did, with some aplumb, but it is not his best position and he was beginning to bore me again. So I told him to get back on his back and I finished him off with me on top. I managed to squeeze off a couple of orgasms but nothing as shattering as what I've had before. Honestly, I could have gone another couple of rounds with his brand of fucking but he was spent.

Now do you see why I did not intend on having sex with him last night? Yes, yes, he filled a need. He is mr. vanilla sex. I thought about asking him to fuck my ass last night but I knew he would probably get dressed and run screaming back home. Seriously, readers, this is why I remain on the prowl.

_____

* = he has mentioned several times that I'm the best lay he has ever had. One, I don't dispute this, as mr. vanilla could not have possibly had this kind of luck in the past or he'd be better. Two, as flattering as this is, I do not run "Mistress Scorpio's School of Sex and Pleasuring." If I did, I'd have kicked his ass out for unimaginative sexual play a long time ago.

On the Prowl, Day 4

2008-10-17T22:08:00.002-04:00

Still looking, not convinced yet. 'Kevin' shows some promise but I await a follow-through. Our online chat the other night got me so wet I had to masturbate immediately thereafter. My oh my, that man knows what to say and how to say it.

For now I'm satisfying myself with my bullet vibe, my regular vibrator and my hands. I've gotten off plenty this week but it is simply not the same as a hot cock, masculine hands and a wet tongue. I'll find him.

A hot summer night ...

2008-10-16T22:38:00.003-04:00

It was a hot summer night a few years ago. Post-divorce, I was feeling lonely and most definitely horny -- until I decided to take a different path.

This was before I'd discovered the true joy that is CL. I was on yahoo, looking through local chatters when I came across him -- 'Kevin.'

Kevin was a couple years older than me, single and ridiculously hot in his photos. After a couple weeks of email exchanges which became all the more descriptive and explicit, he asked to meet. I knew the score, I knew what I wanted and I was tired of dating with no release.

We met down the street from my place, at a little restaurant/bar that I'd been to before. It was the kind of place you could bring your kids on one side but on the other it was definite adult conversation.

He walked in and our eyes met, appraising each other and how we compared to our photos. He was only slightly less attractive than his photos ... still hot. He leaned in, gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek and told me I looked hot -- like a sexy librarian. This wasn't the first time I'd been called something similar as I maintain a very conservative look in my 'day' life but after hours -- another story.

We sat at the bar, talking, drinking beer and eating dinner. He asked if he'd get to see my house and I said yes. We paid our tab and left.

We entered my place and he gave me one of the most amazing kisses of my life. My knees actually buckled. Yes, I am a goner for a good kisser -- something about the simple mastery of a kiss drives me wild. We climbed the stairs to my bedroom and before we even made it up the stairs, we had lost most of our clothes. By the top of the stairs he had bent me over and was fucking me with abandon -- he was fucking me doggy style while reaching around and fingering my clit. I came within minutes, hard, panting and loving every moment of his thick cock inside me.

I asked him to slow down ... I needed to suck his cock and immediately. He pulled out and stood over me. I drew up on my knees and looked up at him as I took his cock deep into my mouth. He looked down and moaned as I rubbed his balls and licked him with my tongue -- I ran my tongue down his shaft, up his shaft, over and around and with each moment, the moans got louder. He reached down and grabbed my hair as I took him deep into my mouth, licking him with the flat of my tongue. He had been holding back then told me he was going to cum. As I continued to suck and lick, his voice became louder, insistent even, that he was going to cum. He was jerking back a bit, trying to warn me yet again he was going to cum until finally, I took him deep into my mouth with my tongue out licking the underside of his cock as he unloaded into my mouth. I stared deep into his eyes as he filled my mouth with cum and coated my throat -- all watching his eyes get larger and larger as he realized I was loving it too.

As I sucked down the last drops, I noticed his knees buckling slightly and I offered my bed as a resting point. As we walked from the landing at the top of my stairs into my bedroom, he smiled and told me he loved me swallowing. After I told him that I loved to swallow his cum, I was leaned back over my bed and handsomely rewarded with a tongue lashing that will go down in history as one of the best ever.

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If you are wondering why I'm telling this story now ... guess who emailed me yesterday? :)

On the Prowl, Day Three

2008-10-15T19:42:00.003-04:00

I met 'Chris' today over lunch and later, over a coffee. The lunch meeting was relatively unplanned and impromptu, the coffee was the original time to meet.

Chris, unfortunately, suffered the same disease as 'Brad' -- arrogance. This was a well-concealed arrogance but arrogance nonetheless.

Chris proclaims to be Dom and had told me he fully expected that we'd be fucking within the hour of meeting tonight. Ah, Chris ... an hour after meeting he sits at the Starbucks where we met and I sit at home. Not quite what you expected, eh Chris?

Sure, sure, I could have fucked him. And then I would have turned him loose just like all the others.

Again, something more ... after reading more of Cannon's 14 days of women, his tales of Yve have struck a nerve. Although he had 13 other women (or so) these past two weeks, there is one, one that rises above all the others and has kept his attention. That's Yve. If you get a chance to read My Sex Journal in my blogroll, I highly encourage you to do so. Cannon tells a tale that cannot be forgotten!

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Speaking of Hot Hot Hot ... Linda Sue's Diary is sopping panties above the rest this week with the reader stories that have been sent in. Read up ... even Max of Max Intensity shows up in there. Max, what a story, please blog on it for me ... please!!

New addition to the Blogroll ...

2008-10-15T18:32:00.001-04:00

Please welcome Lauren and Audrina of Casual Encounters. Yes, these lovely ladies are using CL as their own fuckdom and I gotta love them for that.

Very nice ladies, keep us all posted ... I'll enjoy reading about your adventures just as I'm sure you'll enjoy mine.

On the Prowl, Day Two

2008-10-14T20:49:00.002-04:00

Alright, interesting development. I placed an ad via CL some weeks ago and am finally finished going through all the emails. Yes, there were hundreds, no, I did not answer them all.

First, emails with attached cock pics got deleted. What can I say, I'm like a kid at Christmas, as much as I want to know what is under the wrapping paper, I prefer to unwrap it myself. Thanks for the cock pics, wish I could send them to Dirty Debbie for her blog but I think that is probably not acceptable.

Second, nonsense emails with 'fuck me now bitch' got deleted. Please, in the history of all that is of this world, when has this worked? Okay, I'm sure it has worked at some time with some person but certainly not with me.

Third, bullshit 'are you real?' emails were deleted. Of course I'm real. Yes, I understand there are bots and you don't want to put too much effort into it, but as a real, honest to goodness high sex drive woman, I find your lack of effort repulsive. If you put so little effort into a simple email, how am I to trust your tongue on my clit? After two minutes you'll be begging me to suck your cock and you know that won't happen mister minute man.

Fourth, the married emails were deleted. I was specific, I did not want anyone who is married. Call me selfish, call me whatever, but you have to draw the line somewhere and for me that was married. I want to be fucked regularly without excuses. I don't want sloppy seconds from some suburban stay-at-home mom, sorry. Yes, I know you have needs, there are plenty of others who don't care. Find them.

Fifth, bullshit wanna-be doms were eliminated. Trust me, I've been with enough of these to know that I will run their lives in a minute. I've got a powerful personality and nonsense does not fly with me. If you think you can dominate me, then good. Try. I encourage you. I'd be curious to meet you. But 'get on your knees' does not constitute dominating me. Trust. I actually like being on my knees and sucking cock. Where is that domination?

So with the remaining emails, I've responded to a few. Some were more interesting than others. I meet another tomorrow night, 'Chris'. He claims to have dominated all those that are in his bed. He sent me a checklist that I will share with my readers. I'll be curious to see where you all fall in that. Very fascinating.

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I'd like to take a moment to shout out to my new emailer from the Coast Guard. Glad I can help the men in uniform whenever possible. As a daughter of a Vet, I appreciate you more than you know. If I can help you get off with my adventures, I'm delighted. XOXO

On the Prowl, Day 1

2008-10-12T19:52:00.003-04:00

Last night I agreed to meet a guy I'd been emailing back and forth with through CL. I told him I needed to get some dinner, then we'd meet for drinks.

I went for dinner at a usual spot, where I spent a very happy and comfortable hour eating my dinner and conversing with the bartender. When I go out to eat by myself, I always feel comfortable eating at the bar and conversation with the bartender is surely worth the price of dinner.

After a throughly pleasant dinner, I head off to meet 'Brad.'

We had exchanged photos before, so it was obvious it was him when he arrived. I had already ordered a beer and enjoyed a moment of checking him out before he got comfortable. It is always interesting to spend time watching people and this evening was no exception.

Brad was maybe 5'8", dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. Not at all my type for a number of reasons but his emails gave me hope that he would be any interesting playmate. I leaned over, introduced myself and we began a short banter.

In a few short moments, my attention was lost. Here was a man so certain, so very certain, that I would fuck him at any time that he had no game. There is nothing sadder than a man with no game and I don't do pity fucks. He was caught up in his own importance, with no regard for anyone else, including me. Arrogance is rarely sexy and in this instance, it was even less so.

I sat for a while longer, to give my initial impression of him time to fall apart or gel, and gel it did. I enjoyed my beer, watched the various games/race on the televisions and contemplated. I decided after finishing beer 3 that I was going home. I was but a mile from home (just in case things went my way) and I was over the nonsense that Brad had to offer. His arrogance and general poor manners had only served to turn me off, not turn me on as he had hoped.

I got my check, paid my bill, and told him it was nice we met. As I shook his hand he asked whether I'd be willing to stay longer and to that I answered that it was time I went home.

And so day one on the prowl ended with a quiet goodbye and not a bang.

Thoughts.

2008-10-11T09:18:00.003-04:00

After reading Cannon at 'My Sex Journal' talk about his 14 women in 14 days, the comment that resonated with me was when he talked about not looking for the best lay but the easiest, so he could get laid fourteen times+ in fourteen days by fourteen different women. I think I can relate.

There have been times (like today) where I think I'm so horny I could burst. Yes, last weekend was satisfying, but like any kid that has been turned loose in the candy shop for a weekend, after the weekend is past, I'm looking for that next fix. Since I've stopped fucking the two guys that won't give me the oral I want, I'm officially on the prowl. The weekend with Mark made it clear that quality fucking is something to behold and lesser quality isn't necessarily bad, it just isn't as satisfying. Unfortunately, him living 5+ hours away doesn't liken itself to future encounters. I mean, he's great and all, but 5+ hours? Surely there is someone within 5+ hours of this place I call home that would be just as, or more so, satisfying.

Right now I need satisfied. I'm not going to go on a Cannon-like binge of 14 guys in 14 days -- what I want is more ethereal, almost, as I liken it to almost an unmet fantasy.

Sex, often and varied. Option for daytime trysts. Makes me laugh. Can hold a conversation. Leaves me satisfied but wanting more.

I'm not kidding myself, I know I'm nearly impossible to please in all areas. If I could find the male 'me' I'm not sure we'd both survive it. We'd be found in a flood of cum, covered in sweat, toys, lingerie and bondage materials ... but with just enough pulse to call 911. Ah, what a sight that would be for the local EMS.

Wish me luck ...

Mark returns (part 2)

2008-10-08T18:46:00.002-04:00

As I took my time with his cock, balls, ass and perenium, he did something that drives me wild -- he put his hands in my hair. Such a simple gesture but one that is so direct and primal.

I sucked, I licked, I glided up and down his marvelous shaft, flicking my tongue over and under and around, tasting every last inch of him. I knew he wouldn't last much longer, so I asked him where he wanted to cum. His reply: on your tits.

I positioned my boobs just right, so I could lean down and suck the head as he pushed back and forth, titty fucking me with abandon. Just as he was about to cum, I took his head in my mouth and sucked him dry. He came and came and came and came ... so much so I knew he must have been saving it for some time for me. After I swallowed, he pulled me up in his arms, kissed me deeply and we both fell into a lovely nap ... and then on to round 2.

Mark Returns!

2008-10-06T22:13:00.003-04:00

After weeks of humdrum, semi-okay sex, Mark and I met up again this weekend. To say it was explosive is to downplay it ...

He and I had been calling back and forth, keeping up on each other's lives when an opportunity presented itself this weekend ... a chance to reunite for a two day fuckfest of epic proportions. I'm not sure my pussy, mouth or asshole will ever be the same.

The moment we locked eyes in the hotel, my pussy began to absolutely drip. My panties were soaked with just his smile ... and when the doors of the elevator closed, I guided his hand up my skirt and he found out for himself. With a wink, he took my hand and rubbed it the length of his rock hard cock. It was then I knew that I was in for a hell of a time.

We practically raced to the hotel room, hand in hand, laughing at our good fortune to see each other again. Door opened, we were inside in a flash and before the door completely closed I had lost my top and bra and he was feasting on my breasts. I was moaning, begging for a taste of him as I missed his cock in my mouth. After rubbing, sucking and fondling my breasts for what seemed like forever, he smiled at me, that slow, sexy smile and put his head under my skirt ... pushing my panties to the side as his tongue and long fingers explored me. I was so wet and he made me wetter and after cumming hard, he came back up and kissed me deeply, putting my juices into my mouth and I savored the taste of my own cum from his mouth.

I backed him back against the bed and undid his pants as we walked ... as he reached the edge of the bed, I lowered myself to my knees and took his long hard cock into my mouth. He moaned from the moment I wrapped my lips around it and it was the sweetest sound. Nothing quite like a man moaning as you suck his cock ... before long I was tongueing his balls, his asshole and his shaft in long, lean strokes. I could feel his orgasm building but I slowed ... savoring each moment and making his wanting last longer ... with each moment of licking and sucking he got closer. I'd slow down, I'd speed up, I read his body like it was my own and had him begging for more ...

All in the first hour of our meeting ... more to cum!

Fantasy ...

2008-10-06T22:07:00.003-04:00

A big thanks to Max of Max Intensity for making me the object of his fantasy ... I am flattered beyond words, not to mention hot as hell thinking about it.

Thank you.

Readers, please enjoy.

Earlier this week ...

2008-10-02T22:07:00.003-04:00

We'd made an arrangement that I'd come over. I told him I was horny and I wanted to get laid. He was more than amenable.

I arrive at his house and walk through the open door. Lights on, television on, but no Devin. I take off my shoes, put the purse on the counter and call out "hello ...???"

He's in the bedroom, waiting for me. He's in his boxers and I climb aboard, feeling his cock through my shorts and through his boxers. I rub up and down on him, loving the friction on my clit. He takes my hair in his hands and pulls me down to suck on his cock.

I pull the boxers off him and start sucking. I can tell he wants to feel my tits in his hands as he keeps grabbing them -- but I still have my shirt on. I sit up, pull the shirt over my head and undo my bra. As I lean back down over his cock I take his hands and put them on my breasts where he rubs them roughly, taking my nipples between his fingers and squeezing them. I can feel myself getting slick from the friction and from the nipple rubs so I pull up to my knees and pull off my shorts and thong.

With one hand on my head (which is bobbing up and down on his cock), he leans over and grabs a condom. I pull off, he slides it off and I begin to ride him ...

I mash my clit into him as I ride, getting myself worked up in a frenzy. I get him good and worked up and soon he wants to fuck me from behind, doggy style. I pull up on my hands and knees as he pulls a hand through my hair and fucks me hard. The feel of his balls slapping against my slick wet cunt are more than I can take ... I start rubbing my clit with intensity, feeling the overwhelming orgasm run through my body. He sees that I've cum, but wants to watch me finger myself, so he pulls back off me, has me on my back as he tugs off the condom and has me suck him while I work my clit for another orgasm.

Just as I'm getting ready to cum again, I see his balls rise and I know a load will be shot all over my face and mouth. I lean up, take him in my mouth and swallow all but one drop, which ends up on the corner of my mouth. I cum hard and fall back on the bed, licking the corner of my mouth with satisfaction as I lie there, spent.

Oral sex ... to give is to receive

2008-09-29T21:48:00.003-04:00

I've spent plenty of time espousing my complete and utter devotion to giving oral sex. Yes, I love to give blow jobs and the feel of my partner's cock in my mouth is nigh on heaven. I get slick just sucking on a cock and my partners have benefitted from this in the past.

However.

I've recently run into some partners that sure love it when I give ... but are unwilling to give in return.

I'm thinking of cutting them off blowjobs until I get something in return. Tell me, readers, is this fair? I know I will miss giving them blowjobs but I am tired of always being the 'giving' one.

Thoughts?