Nurse Thumper

I've been spending a lot of time the last week and a half with my friend Ke'. Ke' is a beautiful girl. She's strong, graceful, athletic. I've rollerbladed with her, ridden bikes with her, water skied with her, and had very energetic sex with her. If I'd given it any thought, I would have figured she could do anything. I would have figured wrong. Apparently, Ke' has no business being on a skateboard. Two weekends ago, she was watching some young men on their skateboards when one of them asked if she wanted to try. I guess things worked out alright at first and she started to get a little cocky. Next thing she knew, the skateboard was darting away from her and she was lying on her back on the sidewalk with, it turns out, two broken ribs.

I've never broken a rib myself, but I've been around enough people who have to know that it's very painful and it's very difficult to do anything for a couple of weeks. When I found out about Ke', a few days after it happened, I went to see her, and I've been dropping by every day since to help her out with meals and things. I don't want to make this sound like I'm noble or anything. I'm not doing any heavy lifting and it's not as though going to see Ke' is a burden. Even in this condition she's funny and fun to be around, although she seems to immediately regret it lately when she says something to make us laugh. I enjoy being with her and I'm not doing any more by fixing her meals and doing her dishes than I would be if I were going home and cooking for myself after work.

I met Ke' a few years ago, through the internet. We started IMing and after realizing we had a lot in common and lived near each other we got together. We started hanging out together and picking up guys together. Ke' can give the wrong impression at first. Like my other friend Kayla, Ke' is very pretty and very sweet, and can give the impression that she's naive and innocent. She is, however, one of the most sexually depraved people I've ever known. I don't think there's anything she won't do sexually with another person, or group of people. That's one of the things that brought us together. Ke' is the only person I know, other than me, who will eat cum out of somebody's ass. Ke' may be the only woman I know who fucks, and needs to fuck, more than me. A couple of years ago, figuring since she was fucking every night she might as well get paid for it, she turned pro, hiring herself out as an escort for $350 an hour. Although that apparently is a lot to charge, she gets more offers than she can handle and most of her clients now are regulars. Although she seems, as I said, very naive, she has a remarkable head for business. She works ten to fifteen hours a week and grosses around $20k a month, on which she pays taxes. She's bought several houses and has other investments that she could live off of if she had to, which is good, because right now she has to.

Needless to say, in her line of work she has no unemployment insurance or workers' compensation. When she can't work, she doesn't get paid, and at the moment she can't work. She thinks she can go back to work in a week or so and I think she's right, as long as nobody wants to try anything to vigorous. I have to admit I got a perverse pleasure out of making her gasp in pain and moan in ecstacy when I made her cum last night. If the pain doesn't get too bad, she's ready to fuck. She can handle a long slow one.

My Playthings

While surfing the internet, I came across the Rectal Foreign Bodies page. It's not as erotic as it may sound, discussing in a rather clinical way foreign bodies people have placed, and had stuck, in their rectums, requiring medical assistance to have them removed. There is mention that one of the reasons people put things in their butts is for sexual gratification. That's always been the case with me.

Long before I was putting objects up my ass, I was putting them up my cunt (today I just love the sound of that word. Some days I like pussy, some days I like vagina. Today I like cunt.) It was around the same time as mine and Derek's sexual experimentation that I started putting things up inside me. I guess I was trying on the one hand to duplicate the feeling of his cock inside me, but more than that I was just looking for anyway to get off. Clitoral stimulation aside, there is something arousing for me about having things inside me. Over the years, I think I've put everything inside me that I figured I could safely get away with. I started small, of course, with pencils, pens, make-up pencils. Moving out of the bedroom and into the bathroom, I tried toothbrushes (I've never told my brother this, but many times he brushed his teeth as a teenager with a brush that had been in my pussy, the bristles presumably soaking up my vaginal juices - excuse me, cunt juices. I think that was as close as I've come to incest.), toilet brush and plunger handles, razor blade handles, shampoo and conditioner bottles, pill bottles. Then came the kitchen and there are just so many things in there to play with. The handles of eating and serving utensils, the heads of spoons, candy thermometers, basters (when I got older I found other uses for basters), ice cream scoops. I once took a polaroid picture of a whish emerging from my cunt. Whether that just got lost or ended up in someone's personal collection, I don't know. If you ever go to a "strange insertions" page and see a grainy photo of a whisk in a pussy taken from the woman's viewpoint, in might be me. In the refrigerator I found lovely bottles to fuck. Beer bottles, soda bottles, wine bottles, even ketchup bottles. Moving to the vegetable drawer I found my greatest happiness. Bananas are a nice size, but they tend to soften too easily. Carrots are good, but a little rough. Ears of corn, though even rougher, I find pleasantly so. When I was younger and my pussy not quite so pliable, I shuddered at the thought of fucking myself with an ear of corn. I quite enjoy it now, though. My favorite veggie for fucking myself, though, is a cucumber. I think they are the most cock-like of veggies. Thick, smooth, and firm. I love me some cukes.

Toolboxes are great too, with various sizes of screwdrivers, pliers, chisels, and hammers. I was partial to a 10 pound sledgehammer my father had. I could put the hammer head on the garage floor and it was stable enough that I could lower myself on to the handle.

Eventually, even before I'd experience penetration by a cock into my rectum, I started trying all of these things up there, too. In no time, I was fucking myself with a cucumber up my ass and another in my cunt. I love to go out in public with things in my ass (my cunt, too, but it's easier to get them to stay in my ass). I have two erotic costumes, one of a cat, the other as a devil, that feature tails held in place by butt plugs (don't you want to cum to a costume party I'm at?). One thing I enjoy doing, inspired by this picture is entertain friends by entering the bedroom with a flashlight up my pussy or ass. It doesn't stay there for long, but both guys and girls are intrigued and excited by this. When sitting around the house, I like inserting ice cubes in my ass. Though cold at first, it's a neat feeling as I insert more and more and my ass feels like it's being filled by a gentle frozen cock.

Anyway, I just felt like sharing that with you.

Kayla Update

A public service announcement:

For those of you looking to fuck Kayla this weekend...she's out of town with a client and left her cell phone here, so unless you are content to leave a message that she won't return before tomorrow night, if then, save your calls until later. She's not going to be checking her emails while she's gone either.

That is all.

4th of July

Hey! How's it going? I know, I know, I've been neglecting you lately. I'm sorry. I don't really have the discipline to do this right, you know? I can't sit down and right every day when I have more important things to do, like play dominoes on-line and hang out in parks. Speaking of which...

To finish up my July 4th weekend for you, after making my entry that day, I headed up to a BBQ at a home in north Santa Rosa, in the Wikiup area. Big back yard, hot tub, swimming pool, volleyball, hamburgers, hot dogs, potato salad, beer, and lots of people having a great time. I love volleyball, by the way. It started out as a high school thing where I saw it as an opportunity to play with guys and, while jumping around, have my shirt "accidentally" creep up and expose my breasts. It turns out that I'm really competitive at it, though, and in addition to wanting to flash my breasts (there are some things I'll never outgrow), I really want to win. So I'm running and jumping around and cheer leading and sweating (which decreases the chance of the shirt flopping up to expose the breasts while increasing the likelihood of the sweat/wet t-shirt effect) and, I hope, coming just short of being a bitch. It's fun. So that's what I did on the fourth. Played volleyball, sweated, drank beer, ate, drank beer, ate, and of course, flirted.

As it got dark, me and one of the guys at the party and two other couples decided to go to Healdsburg for the fireworks up there. Me and the guy went in his car (did I mention I had been drinking?) and the other two couples went in a separate car and we never did see them again. We ended up parking about 10 blocks from the high school where the fireworks would be and hiking in from there. We laid out a blanket, stretched out on it and waited. As it got darker it got cooler and I was just in my t-shirt, shorts and flip-flops (this is my summer uniform) and we crawled inside the blanket, which was folded in half. About 9:30 the fireworks started and, as usual, it was a really good show. I've gone there every other year for the last five years and their show gets better every time. Anyway, anytime you put me under a blanket with a man, well, things are going to happen. We weren't obnoxious or obvious about it (I think), but while we were waiting for it to get dark enough for the show to start, he (Steve) was doing a pretty thorough job of fondling my breasts and fingerfucking my pussy and ass (somehow, I don't remember just when, my shorts came off) while I gave him a slow and masterful hand job. After I finally let him cum I licked all the cum off my hand, then kept dipping back under the blanket to get more off his belly, dick, and shorts.

When the show was over, I told him we should wait for the crowd to thin before leaving. While we were waiting I got him very hard again, then slowly and quietly lay on top of him and took him in me. Once he was all the way in, I very slowly and carefully, moving no more than a fraction of an inch at a time, fucked him. This is one of my favorite things to do, fuck under a blanket in public so that nobody can be sure that's what's going on. People were walking by and it had to be quite clear we were making out, but they couldn't tell that his dick was deep inside me and we were fucking. One of the reasons I like to fuck this way, in addition to the fact that it's in public and the simple fact that it's fucking (hel-lo?) is that when the guy finally cums it tends to be very powerful, wet, and long. Steve didn't disappoint. I had to put my hand over his mouth to at least muffle his groans (I don't know if he forgot where he was or didn't care) and I kept humping him until his dick softened and fell out. By this time we were both sweating and we lay there until we had cooled off and caught our breath. Then we both found our shorts and gathered up our stuff and headed back to the car. I had the very enjoyable pleasure of feeling his cum running down my leg.

I came on here this morning to write about last night and Thursday night, but now I've spent too long writing about the fourth and that's going to have to wait for another time. Sorry.

I can't sleep

Among the various turns my life has taken that I never anticipated, I never thought I would be living with a prostitute. In this case, by living with, I mean sharing a bed with. Not having anticipated that, one of the many aspects of that I hadn't given any thought was that prostitutes keep really weird hours. That they will be out late is a given, I guess, but that people call them at 4 in the morning because they just woke up or just got off work and they HAVE TO HAVE A FUCK RIGHT NOW was something I didn't expect. There are two (at least) drawbacks to this situation for me. One is that Kayla will probably not be back yet for me to wake up and make love to when a decent hour to wake up, say 6:00 or so, rolls around, and the other is that right now it's 4:40 and though I should be sound asleep in my baby's arms, I'm wide awake with really very little to do.

That's all for now. I wonder what's on the tube.

Just Another Weekend

It's been a pretty quiet holiday weekend for me so far, so this will be a pretty tame entry. On Saturday my girlfriend Karyn and I hiked up to Lake Ilsanjo in Annadel park. After a very hot and very dusty hike, it felt good to jump in the lake. Because there were a number of families with kids by the dam we behaved, keeping our clothes on. There wasn't much I could do about the wet t-shirt effect when I got out of the water, though, which did attract some (welcome) attention as we continued our walk around the lake. Karyn, being considerably more amply endowed, doesn't have the option of going braless, though even with a bra on, her wet t-shirt was quite impressive. We found a picnic table on the side of the lake opposite the dam where we were able to stretch out and try off, topless, without exposing ourselves to small eyes. After the sweaty and dusty walk back down the hill we were in dire need of a shower when we got back to my house, which we very playfully took together.

Yesterday afternoon, feeling more energetic, I rode my bike back up to the dam. By the time I got up there, though, after a 750 foot climb, I was even more tired than after the walk on Saturday and I already had a wet t-shirt from the sweat. There was a much smaller crowd at the dam this time, with no children,(it was also later in the day) and after wading into the water I did shed my top, tossing it back on to the dam as I swam. The water has an odd red tint to it, but it doesn't smell or taste funny (I didn't drink it but you can't help but get some water in your mouth while swimming) and is very refreshing to swim in. As I was treading water about fifty feet from the dam I heard a noise and turned around to see a man surface about ten feet from me. He also had ridden up to the dam and was cooling off. We treaded water and talked for awhile. He was tall, nice looking, 45, single, with flecks of gray in his hair and a pretty decent body. We talked for awhile out in the water, then swam back to where we'd gotten in. He gallantly got out first then brought my shirt to me. He was not so gallant that he didn't watch admiringly as I put it back on. We sat on the wooden railing and talked and shared his gatorade as we put our shoes and socks on. We exchanged phone numbers before getting back on our bikes, then rode together about half way around the lake. We separated where the trail split, as he was going farther up and I'd had enough climbing for the day and was ready to head back down.

Now it's Monday afternoon and about time to head over to a friend's house for some beer and barbeque. We'll probably head up to Healdsburg this evening for the fireworks show up there. I'll let you know if I run into any other kind of fireworks.

Have a fun and safe Fourth of July!

Anybody out There?

Hey, have I mentioned that I really like you readers out there (if there are any) to comment? It shows me that you care. Besides, if you comment, I'll probably respond. Really.