California Slut Adventure

Who won the game?

2012-02-05T22:27:00.000-08:00

Oh my. Ke' and I worked a super bowl party today. I didn't see much of the game, but judging from the attention I was getting I'm guessing it wasn't that interesting. We were hired officially to serve, and for about 20 minutes we actually did, bringing drinks and snacks to the guys watching the game. Once I gave my first blow job, just after kickoff, I pretty much just fucked and sucked the rest of the game.

New and Improved

2012-01-03T10:53:00.000-08:00

I mentioned a while back that Karyn, my roommate, had taken up bicycle riding and was in great shape. Well, I'm apparently quite impressionable and will do whatever my roommate does. When I had a roommate who was hooking, I hooked; now that I have a cycling roommate, I've taken up cycling. The cycling itself is okay. I'm not hardcore about it, but I'm to the point where I can ride up to thirty miles or so. What thrills me is how it's made me feel and look. I've always thought I take pretty good care of myself, but this cycling makes me feel like a million bucks. I am constantly touching my thighs and marveling at how firm they've gotten. Without being particularly vain I've always been comfortable taking my clothes off, but now when I'm walking around the house bottomless or in panties I can't help but pause and check out my legs and ass in the mirror.

Oh, and one other thing; if you are going down on me and doing a good job, I will lock these new thighs of iron around your neck and hold you there until I violently and wetly come all over your face. There, you've been warned.

Old Memories

2011-12-13T10:44:00.000-08:00

The other night I was in Petaluma and drove past The Phoenix, which as always on a Saturday night had a crowd of teenagers milling about. Seeing that brought back a flood of memories. Although it was about a 45 minute drive from Napa, I spent a lot of nights at the Phoenix between the ages of about 16 and 20. It was about the only place where kids could see a good show. More than that, for me, was it was a great place to have anonymous sex. I've given more blow jobs in and around that building, in the bathrooms, hallways, stairways, alleys, and on the dance floor, than probably any other single place. I would sometimes fuck there too, but that was more of a challenge and usually required me to leave the building and find someplace a little less crowded (I cringe a little when I think how many times I fucked strangers up against the back all of the 7-11 just up the street). I know I wasn't the only slut doing this at the time and I hope the tradition still continues.

Anal Sex

2011-12-13T10:36:00.000-08:00

So, since I wrote a few months ago about going on an anal sex bender, I've been thinking about that and why it is that I sometimes do that. I mean, I am always open to being fucked in the ass, but it seems that I often, once I get fucked in the ass, can't stop. So this is what I've come up with, and it's so simple that I don't know why I didn't always just know this.

When I give a blow job, I walk around with the memory of having done it, but more than that, there's the taste of cum in my mouth that lingers for up to a few hours. As long as I have that taste in my mouth all I can think of is giving another blow job. When somebody cums in my cunt, as long as I can feel the wetness down there it reminds me that I want somebody else to fuck me. It's the same with anal sex, but the lingering sensation of being fucked in my ass lasts longer. When you get ass fucked your rectum feels pleasantly stimulated for up to a day or so afterword, and it's like an itch that can only be scratched by being fucked in the ass again. And because it lasts so long, I can wake up in the morning after being ass fucked the night before and what dominates my mind is that I need to scratch that itch, I need somebody to ass fuck me again. If I get ass fucked before I go to work, at lunch time or by the time I get off work (or, in a perfect world, both) I need to get fucked again, because that's what I've been thinking about morning or all day. And I'll keep scratching that itch, keep finding somebody to fuck me in my ass, until it gets so sore that I have to stop for a few days.

So that's my current theory on that.

Oh, by the way, as you may have guessed, I got ass fucked last night and that's all I can think of this morning is when the next time somebody is going to fuck me in my ass. Sadly, tragically, I'm drawing blanks on lining something up for lunch time today. :(

That's My Pussy

2011-12-09T11:49:00.000-08:00

While we were fucking the other night my friend's new droid made a sound, which reminded him of its
picture taking ability. Aren't you glad he remembered? That's a bruise, by the way, not a sore.

A Bleg

2011-12-06T17:21:00.000-08:00

Believing me to be an expert on all things sexual, a friend asked me why all transexual escorts are latina. I did not know that was the case. Anybody have any ideas on this?

Program Note

2011-11-18T09:08:00.000-08:00

Sorry about having to take down that last post. I posted it from my droid and had to go through quite a few odd, making them up on the fly, couldn't remember how to do it again if my life depended on it, steps to get the picture into the post. Then, this morning, I noticed that the picture was gone and in the meantime, figuring it was preserved forever on the blog, I'd deleted it from the phone. So anyway, even without the picture, the sentiment remains; I wish I could lick my own pussy...with or without the creampie.

Playing with Karyn

2011-11-10T13:32:00.001-08:00

I don't really have any thing much to say today...no stories, to speak of. I am thoroughly enjoying having Karyn around. One of the things I love doing with women is fisting them. Maybe it arises from the wish I have to to have a penis and fuck women with it. Lacking that, I penetrate them with what I have, my hands. Anyway, whatever the deep psychological origin of this particular fetish, I love doing it and Karyn loves receiving it, both anally and vaginally. There's just something about making a woman cum stimulating her clit with your mouth while your hand is up her pussy or ass.

Anyway, that's all. I just wanted to share it too.

Oh yeah, I like being fisted, too, but you already knew that, didn;t you?

Hmmm...somehow I hadn't anticipated this

2011-10-07T16:44:00.001-07:00

So, something I hadn't really given a lot of thought to with Karyn is what happens when she brings a guy home. With Kayla it almost never happened. She would fuck guys down in the city where she worked, but she didn't bring them home. If she came home and I was in bed with a guy she could either join us or go sleep in the other room.

The same rules apply with Karyn, but she actually brings guys home. I don't have a problem with this, we both fully understood that we would each continue fucking guys, and other girls, we'd just be living together and sharing a bed when we both wanted to. I'm just not used to coming home and having my roommate fucking somebody, or at least sleeping with somebody. If they're fucking in the living room I'll ask if they want me to join them or if they mind if I watch, but if they're in her room I'll leave them alone. I hadn't realized just how distracting it is, though, in a small house, to have somebody fucking in the other room. If she's fucking somebody in her room it's hard not to be within 20 or 25 feet from them anywhere else in the house, so it's hard not to think of anything but the couple fucking in the bedroom.

We need to work this out...

The New Girl

2011-10-03T15:20:00.000-07:00

I've written over the years about my friend Karyn. We've known each other for about ten years and we've spend many days and nights playing with each others' orifices and sharing various men's cocks and cum. Now, as of last weekend, we are sharing a home. She moved in with me and, though she has her own bedroom and bed, so far she hasn't used it.

Karyn's attitudes toward and appetites for sex, men, and women are pretty close to mine. In my view shes prettier than me, sexier than me, and has about the greatest set of tits and the most glorious pussy I've ever had the pleasure of playing with. We've both dabbled in prostitution, though where I would go walk the streets, she would lazily stay at home in bed posting on craigslist, getting out of bed only to let whoever showed up at the door in and out of the house.

Karyn and I have had a minor issue or two over the years, but we're pretty sure those are behind us. We both enter this arrangement with the understanding that it is based on our strong mutual liking for and attraction, but with the understanding that we will continue to fuck whatever other people and things we each wish to.

I'll keep you posted as things develop.

What I Do For My Summer Vacation

2011-09-29T15:29:00.001-07:00

In the summer of 2010 some male friends of mine hired me for a week to accompany them in a houseboat on Lake Shasta. They all chipped in to pay for the houseboat and they provided food and beverage and for a reasonable fee I was their girl for the week. I had a private cabin and we agreed that unless I was in there (or the head) with the door closed, or eating a meal, then I would be available to service any combination of them sexually. I was on the boat from Sunday afternoon through Saturday morning and at any time there were between four and eight guys with me. A total of twelve guys were there at one time or another and all of them had at least one turn at me. One guy, who I had only met a week before the trip and had never fucked before, was there the whole time and fucked me at least twice each day, including Sunday and Saturday, the short days. Some guys used condoms, but most didn't and by the end of the week most of the guys who used condoms at first were going bareback. Fucking me on the deck, bent over the railing, and in the hot tub, usually two at a time, were the most popular past times, and by the end of the week I don't think there was a spot on the boat that I hadn't been fucked (including the head; I don't like giving head in the head, but I don't mind fucking in there).

It was such a success that we did it again this last summer. This time there was an extra treat for me. The guy who organized the trip is Jim, a guy I met and first fucked at his New Years Eve party about seven years ago. Jim is a few years older than me and his wife, Debbie, is just a few months older than me. Debbie likes to watch Jim fuck other women. She likes to fuck him when he's done fucking other women, first licking his dick clean. She's watched Jim fuck me a few times, including a couple of gang bangs, and I've watched her lick him off afterwords a couple of times, though I've left before they've fucked. She's pretty, with changing hair color and styles, and a little thick, but firm. I've wanted to have her since I first met her.

I was surprised to see her show up this year at the houseboat. She showed up on Tuesday morning. I was even more surprised when I learned what she had in mind. After dinner, while a couple of the guys were cleaning up, she came and sat next to me on the sofa. She put her hand on my thigh and started caressing it and then she kissed me, at first lightly on the lips, then with her tongue deeply in my mouth. As I mentioned, I'd wanted her since I met her, so I didn't ask and questions, I just let my tongue and hands fly too. We both were wearing just t-shirts and bikini bottoms, so we were both quickly out of those outfits. I started sucking her nipples, then slid down under her and had her straddle my tongue. She had never had a woman eat her before, but she didn't hesitate to start grinding on me. I gave her the full treatment, tongue fucking both her ass and pussy, sucking on her lips and clit, and bringing her to a full, convulsing gasping orgasm. After she came she turned around, still leaving her pussy suspended above me, and started in on me. She kissed and licked the tops of my thighs, my groin above and beside my pussy, then started teasing my labia with light kisses and licks. All they guys were standing around us now, each of them naked and stroking their cocks, as she finally started sucking harder on my lips and nibbling on my clit. I quickly started shuddering and I was just about to start in again on her pussy when one of the guys kneeled by my head and entered her very wet and open pussy. I love that view, a cock and pussy just above my head, especially when there's a mouth on my pussy. Her mouuth paused for a second when she was entered, but then she went back to work, the rhythm of her tongue on and in me matching the thrusts of the guy in her. I was so hoping he would come inside her and he didn't disappoint, leaving a pretty good load, considering he'd fucked me just a couple of hours before dinner. I barely had time to start eating her pussy and his cum, though, before the next guy took his position astride me and in her and started fucking her. It wasn't long, though, before the first guy's cum was dribbling down his dick and onto his scrotum, which I licked as it bounced around my face. After one more guy had fucked her I finally was allowed to give her a thorough licking out. She then got off of me and two guys, including Jim, laid her out on the dining room table and DP'd her. When they were both done the last two guys who were with us that night took their turn DP'ing her while I cleaned off Jim and his partner in crime. When those two were done I licked them off two while she lay sprawled on the table, covered in sweat and cum and catching her breath. She was still there for me to lick clean from her toes to her nose.

We had two repeat performances on Wednesday, including her first double vag and double anal, and I was sorry to see her leave on Thursday morning. I loved having my harem back to myself, but I'm always up for some creampie.

Escort for a Day

2011-07-05T10:24:00.000-07:00

About seven or eight years ago I first took money for sex. Always it's been more about the sex than the money, a new way for me to pursue sexual thrills. At first I would just dress scantily and stroll down Santa Rosa Avenue, waiting for somebody to pick me up and wondering who they would be and what they would want to do to me. I would typically charge an absurdly low amount and let them do whatever they want with me. Sometimes it would be a quick fuck or blow job behind a strip mall with a migrant worker who walked or bicycled past me, sometimes it would be anal sex in the back of an Escalade. Sometimes I'd do one trick and then go home, sometimes I'd keep going back all night. Sometimes I'd come back two or three nights in a row. Altogether I probably turned 40 or 50 tricks this way.

In addition to that, I have a wide circle of fuck friends who know what I am willing to do and many of them also know people of means who are willing to spend a large sum of money for a woman like me. I have spend hours, nights, weeks, and weekends with individuals who wanted to fuck me every which way they could think of. Men have great imaginations when it comes to what they can do with their cocks or my mouth, pussy, and vagina and I am usually pretty willing to go along with their desires. I have even accommodated a couple of men who just wanted to watch their dogs fuck me, or wanted to fuck with me with their dog, or after their dog, or wanted to eat their dog's cum out of me. It all works for me.

I also have my friend Keshon, who a few years ago found a lucrative niche in the bay area hosting gang bangs, letting up to 10 men violate her for several hours for up to $3 thousand. A couple of years ago she had me subsitute for her and I've since done about 8 more gang bangs for money, a couple of them with Ke', but most without.

What I had never done, though, was put an ad on the internet, rent a room at a motel, and wait to see what happens next. That is until last month. I put ads in myredbook and backpage, rented a room in San Jose, and from Friday evening until Sunday morning I was an internet escort. For $200/hour, $110/half hour and anal an extra $40 (DATY and BBBJ included in all encounters), I was your girl. It was an interesting weekend. There were a lot of calls and hang ups before I could answer, or guys would call and not leave a message if I was busy. I wasn't sure how to handle those. Finally I called one back and ended up having a "date" with the guy. He didn't feel comfortable leaving a message and was grateful that I'd called back. Most guys accepted the price as posted, but some wanted to haggle. I thought it was a pretty reasonable price, so I didn't want to give in, but finally after a dry spell of about 4 hours without even a call on Saturday afternoon I did one guy for $150 for an hour (he only stayed about 45 minutes anyway). About half took the anal option. Sleeping was difficult because the phone rang at least once an hour and usually, even in the middle of the night, at least five or six times an hour.

In the end I did about a dozen tricks. All but one was fun for me - the one bad one I think was on meth or something and I almost instantly regretted letting him into the room. He didn't hurt me but he was scattered and very much on edge. A couple of guys were great at oral sex, one guy was really big and grateful that I took him without complaining or groaning in pain. He said he had never had anal sex with an escort before because they always said he was too big. Not for me! Some guys knew just how to pace themselves to they would cum as their time was about to be up. Not that it would have mattered; a couple of other guys went over because we just weren't done fucking yet. I tried to treat all of these guys as fucks, guys I wanted to be having sex with, and so I ended up having a good time. I don't plan to do it again, though. I hated sitting there waiting for the phone to ring. Usually when I want sex, I go out and get it. This waiting for other people to want it and then find me is just too passive.

No More Montly Week Off From Sex

2011-06-02T10:38:00.000-07:00

As those of you who have been reading me for awhile know, my sexual boundaries are always expanding. Sometimes it's because I discover things that I had never previously imagined, sometimes it's because I find partners willing to do things I had previously been unable to find partners for. And sometimes it's simply a change in what I'm willing to do.

For years I avoided sex during my period. It wasn't because I didn't enjoy sex during my period; it was just that it's messy and guys often don't want to have sex with a bleeding pussy. Over the last couple of years I've taken to using my "period sheet" on the bed during that few days a month and it turns out most guys really don't mind fucking a bloody pussy, as long as they don't have to clean up the mess. So now I get to have sex all month. The one remaining obstacle was oral sex during my period. Some guys (and girls), it turns out, not only don't mind eating me out while bloody, but actually prefer that. I even have one guy who tracks my period and calls me up when he knows it's getting close. Cool, eh? The final thing I needed to overcome was my reluctance to eat my own blood. As you know, I love licking off a cock after it's fucked me, but it took awhile for me to work up an appetite for licking off a cock covered with cum and my blood. In the end, my insatiable hunger for cock and cum overcame my reluctance and now I even look forward to my period and sucking on a bloody cock. This also means that I don't mind eating other girls during their periods, a discovery my friends Keshon and Karyn are thrilled with.

Porn and Escorting

2011-05-13T11:35:00.000-07:00

I was talking the other day to my friends Steve and Ke'. Steve was talking about the development of pornography for the 35 or so years that he has been a consumer of it and how depictions that were rare or just unavailable, if not unimaginable back when he was in high school are now the baseline. Back in the day, he said, porn in magazines was pretty much titty shots and bare asses until hustler and penthouse started showing pubic hair. Videos featured man on woman fucking and blow jobs, with a rare anal scene. Things progressed slowly from there until the internet exploded. All of a sudden anybody could find depictions of just about anything, so starting around the mid nineties magazines started showing full penetration, including anal, eventually showing double and triple penetrations and internal cumshots. Video, of course, has always been a little ahead of what you can find in the magazines. Being a dedicated porn connoseur, Steve has welcomed these developments.

Ke' said a similar thing has happened to her. When she started out as an escort, about seven or eight years ago, she decided to dive in with a premium service at a premium price. She offered anal, multiple pops, bbbj, daty - pretty much anything anybody might want, all for a single high price. Her days filled up with guys willing to pay that price without haggling over the details or being disappointed by assuming they were going to get a service not being offered, at least not at the base price. Over the years, though, a number of providers have started offering at least some of those services at their base prices (the exception apparently being anal. All other girls charge a premium for that, as far as Ke' can tell) which are almost always less than what Ke' charges. Some can still get away with charging $300 and up for what Ke' used to get $350/hour for, but she no longer can, because in addition to the competition now offering more, she's now 7 or 8 years older. Now Steve and I appreciate her for the extraordinary fuck she is (not that we've ever had to pay for it from her), but somebody scanning myredbook.com or eros-guide isn't going to know that she'd be worth every penny, so now she has to settle for $150/hh and $250 - $275/hr. She's not complaining; she loves getting paid for what she loves to do, but she does miss the old days.

This is What Happens When You Fuck a Stranger in the Ass

2011-04-19T12:43:00.000-07:00

I posted on my yahoo blog that I had around 30 anal encounters over a five day period. I received emails from two people questioning the number. I don't plan to go through a blow by blow of all five days, but I will give you the details of Wednesday night.

I went with a male friend to a club in the city. I've known this guy for a few years, long enough for him to know that if he goes out with me he will be fucking me by the end of the night and that there's a good chance we will not be alone as he does so. He will probably have to share me and he may even find somebody else in his particular hole with him. None of this has ever been a problem with him.

At the club there seemed to be a ratio of about 4 or 5 guys to every girl. I don't know why this was, but it resulted in me being largely surrounded by guys, strangers, as I danced to the music. As the music got louder and more frenetic my dancing became possibly more suggestive and physical. I ended up rubbing up against two guys in particular and they responded as I'd hoped, by rubbing up against me and, eventually, running their hands over me. When the band was done playing we got to talking and they invited me back to one guy's house, in The Sunset. I told them I'd love to go with them, but mentioned that I was with somebody and asked if he could come too. They hesitated and I told them he would be cool with whatever might come up. With that they were in.

We got to the house, a three bedroom the guy shared with two other guys, who were out somewhere. The guys each grabbed a beer while I explored. The friend of the guy who lived there came upon me in the living room and put a hand on my shoulder. I responded by turning around and kissing him. We started feeling up my tits while I massaged his cock through his jeans. Someone put on some music and dimmed the lights and I pulled away from the guy and started dancing suggestively, which eventually turned into a strip tease. I was down to my bra when the guy who lived there whipped out his cock and started playing with it. I can't let a good boner go unattended, so I kneeled in front of him and took him in my mouth. Out of the corner of my eye I could see his buddy also had his cock out and I motioned for him to get behind me. He didn't seem to pick up on my intentions, but my friend did and within a minute I could feel him entering my pussy. At this point I could see that the guy playing with himself seemed to feel like he'd missed out on something, so I got up and went over to him and straddled him, taking him cowgirl style. My friend quickly resumed his position behind me, but with my pussy now occupied he entered my ass. Just like that I was in the middle of a dp. The guy whose cock I had been sucking was now standing next to me, so I took his cock back in my mouth, but very quickly after that my friend came in my ass. I took the cock out of my mouth and told that guy to get that cock in my ass.

It's a funny thing about anal sex, but guys will overlook just about anything to get it. A man who was a complete stranger had just come in my ass, myself a complete stranger to the guy who lived in the house, but without hesitation he stuck his cock in my ass and started pounding away. I had my friend come over to my face and I licked his cock and balls clean. The two guys inside me were both nearing completion when the front door opened and the two other guys who lived in the house came in. They both stood and watched for a second, then one did the obvious thing and took his pants off and came over and put his dick in my face. Obviously I took it in my mouth. I had barely gotten started, though, when the guy in my ass came. He was just pulling out when the guy in my pussy came too. I had the two new guys take over their positions and licked clean the two guys who had just come inside me whiel the new guys fucked me. The guy in my ass came first and I think it was at that point that I decided that this was an ass fucking night. Before the guy in my pussy could finish up in there I had him switch to my ass, where soon enough he deposited the fourth load in about 20 minutes.

At this point, one of the guys hadn't even visited my ass, much less cum in it, so he now got all my attention. My tongue coaxed his cock back to attention, then I got on my knees down on the floor while he pounded away at my ass. When he came I cleaned him off one more time. We thanked our new friends as we found and put on our clothes, then we got in the car for the drive home to Santa Rosa. When we got to my house, I invited my friend in, where I got one more load in my ass before bed.

Holiday Treat!

2010-11-29T13:40:00.000-08:00

Just a brief but essential update here:

On Thanksgiving day I finally knowingly did what I suspect I had previously done; I ate my father's cum out of Kayla's pussy. I did this as she was eating Ryan's cum out of my pussy. It was a very tasty and satisfying before dinner snack!

Call Me What I Am

2010-10-04T11:56:00.000-07:00

It's probably been five or six years since the first time I took money for sex. I did it more for the thrill than for the money, but it clearly was an act of prostitution. I strolled down Santa Rosa Avenue in a slutty outfit until somebody picked me up, then let him drive me to a dark street where we fucked in his front seat. I continued doing that a few times a year for a few years, each time "just for a thrill." I stopped doing it when most girls moved off the street and onto the internet.

A year and a half or so ago I started working with my frield Keshon doing gang bangs for money. I filled in for her one time when she was unavailable and have since done a half dozen or so more, either with her or by myself, making up to $1800 per night. This summer I went up to Lake Shasta for a week with six guys on a houseboat. They paid my way and an additional $1250 for the week with the understanding that I was there to keep them satisfied, an arrangement that worked out well for all of us.

The point I'm getting around to is that though I've never admitted it to myself before, in addition to being a slut, a slattern, I am definitely also a whore, a prostitute, an escort. I am on a regular basis making a not insubstantial amount of money. I'm fine with that; quite thrilled, in fact. I just thought I should get that out in the open.

Fathers' Day

2010-07-09T15:41:00.000-07:00

So, Fathers' Day turned out to be everything I'd hoped it would be. Ryan and I drove over to Napa together and worked out the details of dad's surprise on the way. Right after we got there, Ryan said he had to leave to pick up something at the store, leaving me and dad alone. He was sitting on the sofa having a drink, so I went over and sat on his lap, straddling him, and gave him a warm, very un-daughterly kiss. I could feel the result of this rising beneath me and quickly had his pants undone and his cock free. He didn't tell me to stop as I lifted my skirt and took him into my very very very wet pussy and started to ride him. While we fucked, Ryan quietly came into the room, already naked himself, and came up behind me. The plan was for him to lube up and enter my ass, so I may have been as surprised as my dad when I felt him join dad in my pussy. The two of them fucked me hard and Ryan had be yelling as he levered his cock in me, stretching my pussy as far as it would go. Ryan came first and my dad joined in before Ryan had finished. Both pumped prodigious amounts of cum inside me. By the time Ryan had climbed off me and I'd rolled off of dad I was covered with sweat and my pussy was almost gushing. Ryan gestured at my pussy, offering it to my dad, who got on his knees in front of me and licked up the cum. I could see the effect this was having on Ryan as his cock started rising again and it was apparent that it was having the same effect on dad, because within a couple of minutes he was climbing on top of me and bringing his cock, still covered with the cum of the three of us, to my lips. I licked it from the head to the back of his scrotum, then gave him a proper blow job. By the time he came in my mouth, Ryan was almost jumping out of his skin, so when dad got off of me, Ryan jumped into place and fucked my pussy again. When he came again we all just laid back and rested with a lot of sighing going on. After awhile we all got dressed and went out to lunch, smelling like three people who had just spend an hour furiously fucking. All during lunch I couldn't wait to get through my meal and back to dad's house for another round. He and Ryan apparently felt the same, because nobody ate dessert and dad started fisting me in the back seat while Ryan drove us home. We were barely in the door before dad had me up against the wall, with his up my ass. When Ryan dropped his pants he pulled us away from the wall and entered my pussy from the front, the two of them fucking me while we stood in the front hallway. When we were done, we flopped over the living room furniture in various stages of undress. Ryan actually fell asleep while dad and I talked.

The conversation was interesting. I never really started thinking about fucking my dad until after I found out he had been fucking Kayla. Then I started thinking that maybe I should have some of that too. What my dad told me on Fathers' Day was that he started thinking of fucking me when he started fucking Kayla. It wasn't, he told me, that he started thinking he should fuck me, or that he wanted to fuck me, but that he would fuck me. He realized when he started fucking Kayla that our fuck circles had got too close. This was one of the things he was worried about, he said, when he convinced me to move from Napa to Santa Rosa about 10 years ago. At that time, he said, our fuck circles were way too close. There were a lot of guys I'd fucked who were sons, brothers, husbands, and even fathers of women he had fucked. There were a few women we had both fucked. It was just a matter of time, he feared, before we would end up in bed together. So, for that reason, among others, he sent me over the hill to Santa Rosa. He never told me that at the time, though.

His plan to keep our fuck circles separate started unraveling when he met Kayla. As with anybody who meets her, he found Kayla not just beautiful, but irresistably alluring. He never planned to fuck her, he said, but he didn't try hard enough not to fuck her. The night he "wandered into" her club and bought a dance from her, he said, he hadn't planned to go in there, but that's where he ended up. Once she was naked on him, he was beyond help. I don't know how any man can get a dance from her and not cream himself. She went to his hotel room that night to fuck him and they have been fucking at least every other month ever since (do I have a weird family or what? My dad regularly fucks my ex-girlfriend, who he started fucking when she was my girlfriend, and has continued to fuck now that she is my brother's girl friend - to say nothing of the fact that my dad and brother both fuck me!) Once he started fucking her, he said, he felt that eventually it would lead to him fucking me. He thought he may have caught a break when she left me to live with Ryan, but once he found out that she (and Ryan!) were still fucking me, he figured it was just a matter of time before he ended up inside me. And he was right. And I'm fine with that. We've always had a kind of frostly relationship and we're closer than ever before now. I've come around to the notion that my family, at least me, Ryan, and my dad, express themselves best through fucking. I guess that's the only way we ever would have become close.

A Sad Farewell

2010-06-16T13:54:00.000-07:00

My friend Maria moved away to Southern California last weekend. I hated to see her go. Since I first met her as she walked her dog past my house a few years ago, she and I have spent a lot of time with our fingers and tongues inside each others' pussies and assholes. I'm also going to miss her dog, Lester. It was he that really brought us together. I was in my front yard as she walked by with him and he ran up and started sniffing around my pussy. Before I knew it the three of us were in the back yard and I was lying on a lounge chair with Lester greedily licking my pussy. He was the first dog I ever fucked and although I don't get wet just thinking of having him fuck me as I do with Moose, the other dog I fuck, that boy could lick my pussy all day long and never get tired.

I'll miss you Maria and Lester. I hope you find friends in SoCo.

Happy Mother's Day

2010-05-10T13:58:00.000-07:00

My brother Ryan and Kayla came up to Santa Rosa yesterday. She then took their car to visit her mother in Glen Ellen, while Ryan and I rode together to Napa to see our mother. Brunch with mom went well, she didn't say anything outrageously nasty to either of us, and after just a couple of hours we found our way back to my house in Santa Rosa. We got there well ahead of when Kayla was due to join us, so we got down to the business that we had both been itching for all day. Within a minute of coming in my front door, I was naked on top of him with his cock deep in my throat, while he was naked below me with his fingers spreading my ass and pussy wide and his tongue alternating between deeply exploring both. After about ten minutes of this bliss, he entered my ass from the rear and pounded me for all he was worth. He hadn't been in there for very long before he stopped, because he was about to cum and wasn't ready to. He crawled back down there to tongue my cunt and ass some more while the storm in his cock subsided a bit. When he was ready again I lay on my back and pulled my ankles up by my shoulders and he furiously slammed my pussy. Once again he was ready to cum in no time and this time he didn't hold back, filling me with what seemed like a huge load. We returned to a 69, with me cleaning his cock and him licking his cum out of me.

We had been at this long enough for him to start getting hard again when Kayla came in the door. She was lovely as usual and my suspicion from when I'd briefly seen her that morning was confirmed when she dropped her dress to the floor revealing that she'd been wearing no bra or underwear, a practice she seems to have finally adopted from me. She replaced Ryan sucking cum out of my pussy and he took his freshly hard cock and buried it in her pussy. AFter she came, he was ready to switch to her ass, so we all scrambled, with Kayla lying down on her back as Ryan entered her ass from a missionary position and I straddled her mouth, allowing me to kiss Ryan and feel her spectacular tits as she ate me out and he fucked her ass. After he came and pulled out of her, I dropped down to tongue her ass, then clasped her to me as I rolled over, putting her ass above me to better drain on to my lips and tongue. When satisfied that I had got all the available cum, I switched to her pussy, sucking on her lips and licking her clit til I brought her to cum again.

They had to drive back to the city, so we didn't spend too much longer kissing, licking, and fondling each other before they put on the minimum amount of clothing necessary to walk out to the car and left me alone. I think my mother had a good mother's day. I know I did, and I'm not even a mother!

Rutting Like Pigs

2010-03-15T13:54:00.001-07:00

I stopped in at a friend's house this weekend and caught him working in his backyard. He had torn out his lawn and was sifting dirt to get out the rocks and grass, leaving very clean, fine soil behind. I sat on a pile of this as he worked and we talked. After awhile I slipped a sandal off and started swirling some of his dirt around in a puddle, eventually adding more until what had been a 3' square puddle of water was now a mud puddle. Feeling playful, I slipped off my clothes and lowered myself into the mud. It was a bit cold at first, but warmed up surprisingly quickly. My friend just stopped work at stared at me for a moment, but then after I'd settled down into the mud, he slowly put down his shovel, took off his clothes, and joined me. We were both soon completely covered with mud and shortly after that we were happily fucking. By the time we were done, I think I had far more mud than cum in my cunt and I didn't mind at all that he wasn't inclined to lick me out. It was the most fun I've had in the mud since I was a little girl and for once I wish I had pictures to post; we must have been quite a sight, both of us covered with mud and him plunging in and out of me. I always have fun fucking, but this was particularly spontaneous and enjoyable.

Your Party Girl (The Party's in Lisa and Everybody's Cumming)

2010-02-01T16:44:00.000-08:00

About a year ago my friend Keshon received a proposal from some guys for a gang bang. She suspected that she would be unable to accomodate them on the date they had in mind, but they were insistent, so she told them she would try to help them but if she couldn't come through for them she would see if she could arrange for a back-up. That's where I come in. I have had several gang bangs over the years, but most of them were more or less spontaneous - I would just find myself among a group of guys who all wanted to fuck me and, what, I'm going to say no to that? This would be my first professional gang bang, though. I told Keshon I would be happy to help her out and then spent the next couple weeks hoping her period would indeed interfere with her being able to serve the gang herself.

And that's what happened. Her period arrived the morning of the gang bang, so that night her driver took both of us to the hotel where we were meeting the guys. She explained the rules (basically, no uncovered cumming in an ass or pussy and if I said "stop" then everyone must stop), the two of us did a striptease and when naked started licking and fondling each other, and then we turned to the men. There were seven of them and well before we had provided oral stimulation to all of them they had started entering me. Keshon's specialties over the years as a provider have been multiple pops and BBBJs. Since these both fit in with my preferences, I was good to go. The evening proceeded about as expected, with a lot of dp, of all varieties, and a very satisfying amount of snowballing between me and Keshon and even two of our guests. At the end of the evening I gave the guy who had set up the gang bang my phone number and I have done two more with him and his friends since then.

Saturday night was our third gang bang together. He called me late last week and, although it was late notice and I actually had other plans that I was looking forward to, well, this was a gang bang. I've retained Keshon's rules about mps and bbbjs, and tossed out the no cumming uncovered in my ass or pussy. Basically, the only "no" is you can't hurt me and if, for whatever reason, I say stop, everybody has to stop. That hasn't been necessary yet.

We met at a hotel in San Rafael, in a suite. There was a box of condoms put out by the door, and it remained unopened at the end of the night. There were also several tubes of lube put out and they all received quite a bit of use. As always, after briefly going over the rules I did a strip tease, then invited one of the guys to come up and dance with me. I undressed him as we danced and when I had him naked from the waist down I went down on him. That's pretty much the signal for everybody to start and within moments of my tongue touching his cock, somebody else was in my pussy. I was pretty wet by then, so I have no idea if the guy lubed up first or not. If so, it was probably unnecessary. There were nine guys this time, and over the next two and a half hours I took more than twenty loads from then. At one point I had one fist from each of two guys inside me. That was as close as I have ever come to saying "stop," as I felt a combination of pain and lightheadedness that almost frightened me, but I rode it out and there was no damage done.

When the time was up I showered and dressed, and when I came back out into the living room there were only four guys left. We talked and ate and drank for awhile, then one of them left. Eventually the four of us who remained went to bed and between the three of them fucking me all night I didn't get more than a few cat naps. I'm still pretty tired today, as well as feeling stretched out and sore, but I keep thinking about it and smiling. I soooo love gang bangs.

Father Knows Best

2010-01-04T13:25:00.001-08:00

Hmmm. Well. Yeah, I did it.

On Christmas eve, Ryan, Kayla, and I went to my father's house for dinner and gifts. The meal was nice and the time the four of us spent together was fun and relaxed and went by way too quickly. We got there at about 5 and around 8:00 Kayla and Ryan left to see her family in Glen Ellen. I helped my dad clean up, then we sat down on the sofa with a bottle of wine and started talking. After awhile, when the wine had loosened by inhibitions a bit, I asked him about him and Kayla. I told him what I knew, that he had started fucking her while she and I were still together. He said that was true, that he had started fucking her as an escort. He had had an overwhelming desire to fuck her since he had first met her and after awhile he knew he just had to go through with it. He approached her at a club she was dancing in and proposed that they get together when she got off. He told her he would pay her because he thought she would be less likely to turn him down that way. He continued to fuck her as a business proposition a few times a month for about four months, then they started fucking more regularly for free. They have continued to fuck, two or three times a month, to this day.

About six months ago, my dad and Ryan started fucking Kayla together. They have fucked her together every way two men can fuck a woman, one in the mouth and one in the pussy, one in the mouth and one in the ass, one in the pussy and one in the ass, two in the pussy, and two in the ass (did I miss any?). By this time in his story I was getting incredibly horny. To this day I consider Kayla the most sexually desirable person I have ever seen, and picturing her with my father and brother doing her like that, all that cum being absorbed by her, made me need to fuck somebody right away. And the only person available was my father. So that's what I did.

Not right away. First I told him how the story he was telling me was making me feel. Then I told him about how I would regularly go down on Kayla when she got home from work, licking from her pussy and ass whatever cum she had in there, and told him that, according to her, I had almost certainly licked his cum out of her. Then I told him that since I had already eaten his cum out of Kayla, I might as well get it right from the source. With that, I opened up his pants and took him in my mouth. He asked if I was sure that I wanted to do this and my response was to keep licking and sucking on him. While I was down there I wanted to have him fuck me, but wasn't sure yet if I wanted to go that far with him, so I kept at it until I couldn't hold off anymore and let him cum in my mouth. I swallowed most of it, then got up and kissed him, my father, on the mouth, sticking my tongue and forcing the remainder of his cum into his mouth. Then I said goodnight and went off to his guest room.

I hadn't planned to spend the night, so I had no night clothes to wear and went to bed naked. As I lay there with the residual cum in my mouth I started fingering myself, needing very badly to have a cock in my pussy. I could have got dressed and gone into town, but I wasn't sure anymore where to go in Napa on Christmas eve to get laid. And besides that, he was in the next room. He was there with a fully functional seven inch cock. I quietly got out of bed and opened the door. His door was open but there was no light on. I slipped into his room and climbed into bed with him. He was also naked, and awake, and hard (the same thoughts had gone been goiong through his mind). I climbed on top of him and guided him inside my pussy. Very slowly I rode my father's cock, pausing when I had him fully inside me, pushing myself down on him as hard as I could, taking him as far into me as I could get him. Gradually I sped up and came twice as he lifted his hips to meet my downward thrusts. He held off coming himself, and after the second time I had cum he rolled us over, then slid down and started eating me, thrusting his tongue into my soaking pussy and licking up as much of my juice as he could, then tonguing my ass. After I had cum again, he crawled up on me and slid into my still wet cunt. This time he controlled the pace and right from the start he fucked my as hard and fast as he could. In just a couple of minutes he and I came together. By now I was drenched in sweat and exhausted and after he pulled out I curled up next to him and went to sleep.

I awoke a couple of hours later to the familiar sensation of somebody eating my pussy. He never had gone to sleep and had been laying awake next to me remembering what we had done and wondering if we had done something we shouldn't have. The evidence of his conclusion was his tongue licking his cum out of me. When he was hard again he entered me again, but only fucked me for a couple of minutes. Before either of us had cum he pulled out and worked his pussy-slicked cock into my quite experienced ass. He rode me missionary style while I fingered by clit until he came. He continued to fuck me after he'd cum until I too was satisfied. After he pulled out I licked his cock clean, then I got out of bed and went back to the other room to sleep, reliving everything until I fell asleep.

Weekend Update

2009-12-07T11:44:00.000-08:00

There are times when there is one sexual act that I crave doing more than others. Often it's being anally fucked while sucking on a dick - I just love that combination. Other times it's the simple act of eating pussy, sometimes the flavor enhanced eating of male cum out of a pussy. Sometimes it's just plain old having a cock hammering away at my pussy. This past weekend, for whatever reason, I found myself repeatedly needing to have my ass fucked. Between leaving work Friday afternoon and leaving my house this morning, I had no fewer than five men fucking me in the ass a total of ten times (one guy doing it four times was tops). In the process, I was reminded of how stimulating it is being fucked in the ass and fisted in the pussy at the same time. I am feeling stretched, sore, and oh so fulfilled as the work week begins.

Family Update

2009-12-01T13:06:00.000-08:00

So, I just thought I'd update you on what's going on with my very "close" family. Thursday night, after we'd been together for dinner at my mother's house in Napa, Kayla and my brother followed me home to my house instead of going straight home to San Francisco. As a consequence, at about the time that Tiger Woods was slamming his car into a neighbor's tree, I was licking my brother's cum out of Kayla's pussy. When I was done, and we were lying all over each other in bed resting up for the next round, it seeed like a good time to ask Kayla if on any of those occasions when I ate her out after she'd come home to me after a night of fucking it was my father's cum I was sucking up and swallowing. After a brief moment she replied "almost certainly." When I asked her how many times she thought this has happened, she replied, "at least a dozen."

So, there you have it. Whether or not I ever actually fuck my father, I've "almost certainly" eaten his cum already.

Hot and Sweaty!

2009-08-14T16:03:00.000-07:00

We've been having a hot spell for the last week or so and this, hot and dry, is my absolutely favorite weather. If my sexual appetite is usually at a "10", this kind of weather takes it off the charts and I find myself wanting to fuck anybody or thing that moves (and a lot of inanimate objects, too!). I delight in weather like this in walking around in a short skirt with no panties on and somebody's cum dribbling out of me. It has been a torture this week to have to stick it out til 5:00 to get off work and out of my proper work clothes and into my slut outfits and get busy. There hasn't been an evening this week that I haven't been fucked and I've spent more than the usual amount of time sticking my fingers inside me and tasting whatever I find there.

Wednesday was the best day so far. I rushed home after work and changed, then played with myself while waiting for my friend Cliff to come pick me up. When he arrived I hitched up my skirt and fucked him against the front door. We then rode bicycles downtown to the Wednesday night market. Within a half hour of arriving I'd attracted an enormous black man, at least 6'5" and 300 pounds, and had him fuck me between two SUVs in a parking garage while Cliff kept watch. When he was finished and had gone back to whatever it was he'd been doing before I spotted him, Cliff dropped to his knees and ate the giant's cum, along with his own,out of my pussy. Cliff has been a wonderful find for me. I met him about four months ago and at first he was just another fuck for me. But he has turned out, as so many of my fuck buddies do, to be incredibly adventurous, and there's nothing I can think up that he won't try. He was a little hesitant at first about eating his cum out of my pussy, but once he did it, and found that it made him instantly hard again to do so, even though he'd cum in me just minutes before, there is nobody's come that he isn't willing to eat out of any hole. So it was that after eating the cum out of me in the parking garage, then letting me lick the residue out of his mouth and off his mustache, he was cumming in my ass within minutes. After pausing to catch our breath and wipe the sweat off ourselves, we went back to the market. By the time we got back to my house around 1:00, after a bike ride home in which I was slipping and sliding all over my seat, I'd fucked four more strangers and Cliff twice more, and he'd eaten as much cum in a night as I usually do in a week. When we woke Thurday morning we fucked again, then I showered and headed off to work. Now I can't wait til I get off in 46 minutes so I can go out and do it again. The Fourth Street Bars, and all the sluts and studs in them, are calling to me!

Facebook

2009-07-06T13:26:00.001-07:00

Hey guys. I finally last week set up a facebook account. I had a link to this place, a photo, and was starting to fill in the information and when I had it set up I was going to invite you all over to be my friends. I was away for the weekend and when I got home yesterday and tried to log in I found that it had been deleted. They don't tell you why, only that you've violated the terms and conditions, etc., blah blah blah. So, no facebook. Sorry.

More Family Matters

2009-02-10T02:31:00.000-08:00

I recently learned that a few months before Kayla and I started sleeping with my brother Ryan, she started sleeping with my father, too. I haven't quite worked out how I feel about this. The thing is, knowing my father and Kayla as I do, this is hardly a surprising development.

Apparently, sometime in the fall of 2006 my father showed up at the club Kayla was dancing at. He bought a private dance from her and suggested that she could meet him at his hotel room after she got off work to finish the dance, to bring things to a happy ending, as they say. Kayla, of course, could have rejected that offer, but if she did she wouldn't have been Kayla. Though an incredibly beautiful and desirable woman, Kayla still views herself as the skinny plain girl she was when she grew up, and will fall all over herself trying to please any man who takes an interest in her. My father is a sexual predator who finds and takes advantage of such women. I don't know how I failed to see that this hook-up was destined to happen.

In any case, after she got off work that night, Kayla met my father at his hotel room and they fucked. And then continued to fuck through the remainder of my relationship with Kayla and apparently continuing into the not too distant past (if, in fact, they are not still fucking). That is to say, Kayla was fucking my father during the time she and I started fucking my brother, through my break-up with Kayla and her continuing relationship with my brother, and through my resurrection of my sexual relationship with Kayla and my brother (I haven't caught you all up on that, yet). For a good part of two years, Kayla has been fucking everybody in the family I grew up in except my mother (I'm all but positive she hasn't been fucking my mother, though I really am not ready to ask either of them about that yet).

I've written in the past about how when Kayla would come home and crawl into bed with me I would often go down on her, not infrequently getting a bonus as I sucked some guy's cum out of her pussy. I can't help but wonder now if at some time I was eating my father's cum out of my girlfriend's cunt. It's probably not best to dwell on that topic either.

I haven't written much about my relationship with my father. We actually get along pretty well. He's always been a good father to me and our relationship has never been in any way "improper" for a father and daughter. He was a lousy husband to my mother, though, always fucking anybody he could land and eventually not being particularly discrete about it. He treated my mother cruelly and hurtfully and despite whatever good feelings I have toward him based on how he's treated me and my brother, I'll always harbor some resentment for how he treated her.

The funny thing is that I am obviously very much like him. I seem to have inherited his sexual appetites, though to my knowledge he is not bi. And because I am bi and for a few years he and I were swimming in the same pool of sexual partners, our paths have crossed before. I have fucked many of his friends, and/or their sons, and we have both been in bed with at least two women besides Kayla. There was about a four year period, right after I graduated from high school, when I was a favored date of a number of my father's peers, those men in Napa county that he either worked directly with and for or did business with. It was a good life for me, sleeping with men who made hundreds of thousands of dollars a year, or more, and were quite willing to spend some of it on a cute young thing who would do anything with them that they wanted. I ate in fine restaurants and stayed in fine hotels all over the country, flying with these men or meeting them in Vegas, New York, Hawaii, the Caribbean. It was a perfect symbiotic relationship. They got the thrill of being with the hot young thing, including whatever thrill that gave them to walk into a restaurant or theater with me on their arm, I got to live a life I could never afford on my own, and we all got as much sex as we could handle. Sometimes I would be with just one guy for a month or two, other times I'd be seeing up to five or six guys at a time. Some of these relationships lasted for just a date or two and some of them continue to this day. Some of these men were the fathers of boys I'd gone to school with and in several cases I'd fucked their sons already. A couple of times I ended up fucking the father and son together (I can't help wonder if Kayla has done that with Ryan and my dad). Sometimes I ended up in bed with their daughters and on one occasion I ended up fucking the wife of one of these guys. One time I found myself in a bar waiting to meet one of these guys and started up a conversation with the hot young thing next to me who was also waiting for a guy. She was waiting, of course, for my father. I didn't run into him that night, but I did end up sleeping with her several times.

Eventually my notoriety became too much for my father. I imagine it may have been difficult for him to meet with these men socially or in business meetings while wondering if they'd been fucking his daughter. We ended up with an arrangement. To get me out of the county, hee set me up in an apartment in Santa Rosa and paid for college. I probably would have ended up here eventually anyway, as there are far more potential partners for me here, but he speeded up the process a bit. For the last eight years or so I haven't met a lot of new people in Napa (leaving aside for now my afternoon interlude with a large part of a football team a few years ago) and my father's any my sexual worlds have drifted apart. Until now, apparently. Now that he's seen fit to fish in my waters, I may have to venture back over the hill and see what new adventures I can spark up.

Road Trip

2008-08-12T07:59:00.000-07:00

I'm pretty jazzed. Keshon and I are going to Denver later this month, to be there during the Democratic Convention. She went to both the Dem and Repub conventions in 2004 and had a great time. My only regret is that we can't do the Repubs too. She said that of the two groups, the Republicans were far kinkier. My kind of group.

The North Bay Hobbyist

2007-11-10T12:03:00.000-08:00

I recently had a very nice visit with Kayla and my brother, and I hope to soon be giving you the juicy details of that, but, for now, a friend of mine has started a new blog, The North Bay Hobbyist, about his experiences with some of our local working girls. I can't wait to see if anybody I know shows up in there. Check it out.

Fun With Dick and Ke'

2007-09-27T20:11:00.000-07:00

As far as I can tell, the most common sexual fantasy among straight guys is to sleep with two women at once. What surprises me is how often guys admit to me that they aren't really sure what they would do with two women at once. After all, they say, they have only one dick (I've always known there were huge advantages for me having three fuckable holes)! Sure, they say, they could eat one woman while fucking the other one, but both of these things take concentration (I actually never knew that fucking a woman took concentration...I just thought that once the dick went in it pretty much knew what it was supposed to do from there).

Though Ke' and I have done about everything sexual that two women can do to and with each other, and both of us have fucked our mutual friend Dick on our own, the three of us had never been together before. I think the potential of finally doing that was pretty exciting for all three of us. When we got home from Santa Monica that first night of Ke's and my week at Dick's house we all knew what was coming and we were eager to get started. Dick opened a bottle of champagne and we went out to the hot tub on his back deck. We all climbed in naked and Ke' and I put Dick between us. There was a lot of groping of genitals and anuses and licking, biting, and kissing of lips, necks, throats, shoulders, and breasts, but while Dick was occupied with Ke's breasts (an obsession I know well) I took the opportunity to straddle him and take him in my cunt. Now I like fucking in water as much as the next person does, and I know that both Dick and Kayla feel the same way, but after about 10 minutes in 104 degree water accompanied by feverish sexual activity, I needed to get out of the water. Luckily Dick has his deck designed for fucking, with 4" thick pads extending about 6' in each direction around the hot tub and benches about a foot and a half tall on the outer edge of the pads. He climbed out of the hot tub and lay down and I resumed my position on his cock, while Ke' sat on his face, facing me, allowing us to kiss while Dicks tongue and cock filled our pussies. Sitting up on him as we were, our heads, shoulders, and tits were just high enough and there was just enough light coming from the hot tub so that someone walking by on the beach who was curious would have gotten a stimulating show from the two of us.

The thing about having three people together when each of you is sexually into the other two is that you don't have to worry about anybody. Somehow it seems to work out that everybody gets pleasured. As much as I wanted Dick's cum inside me I didn't want to be selfish, so when Ke' lay down on the pad, Dick rolled over and started fucking her. I took that opportunity to sit on her face and she expertly tongued and fingered my asshole and pussy while he fucker her. Dick and I kind of leaned into each other and I was kind of lost in the moment, with my eyes closed, when I felt a shift and looked down to see him entering her ass. As much as I love fucking, I really get off watching a cock disappear into an asshole, and within moments the combination of watching Ke' get ass fucked and her tongue inside me had me coming all over her chin, lips, and nose. I had to lie down beside her to catch my breath and almost as soon as I did Dick came in Ke's ass. He pumped until he was soft and when he pulled out I licked his delicious dick clean, then plunged my head between Ke's thighs with my tongue licking up his cum and narrowing in on her anus. It was still gaping a little bit and my tongue easily entered her and I could taste his warm cum mixed with the taste of her ass. We rolled over so she was on top of me, then she sat up so his cum could more easily drain from her ass into my greedy mouth. When there was nothing more to lick up I moved so I could kiss her and she licked my lips and probed my mouth with her tongue, until there was nothing left for either of us to swallow.

We went on like that for a couple of hours, each of our tongues exploring every hole we could reach, trading bodily fluids, caressing, licking, biting, and kissing each other, every once in awhile pausing for a drink or to relax in the hot tub. After a few minutes we'd start up again and by 2 in the morning we were exhausted, Dick's cock and my and Ke's assholes wonderfully sore and abused, and we headed inside to go to bed, Dick alone in his bedroom, me and Ke' together in the king sized bed in the guest room, where we fell asleep with our arms and legs sprawled across each other.

So guys, if you ever wonder what you'd do with two chicks, just make sure they're both bi and into each other as well as you and everything will work itself out.

More Canine Adventures

2007-06-25T15:02:00.000-07:00

Most of the times I've tried something new sexually, I've enjoyed it right away. The first time I fucked, the first time I took a dick in my mouth, the first time I ate pussy, even the first time I fucked a dog, for all of those things I knew right away that this was for me a good thing, something I wanted to do again. The first time I got fucked in the ass, though, that wasn't the case at all. That first anal fuck still stands out clearly in my memory as having been under lubricated and overly painful. It was such a let down. I had so been looking forward to having a cock in my ass and I tried so hard to enjoy it but it really just hurt so much, and even though I tried to let on that the gasps and groans of pain I was feeling were really coming from ecstasy, my partner could tell that I wasn't enjoying it and he felt badly for me too. He was surprised and hesitant, then, when I told him about a week later that I wanted to try it again. I told him that for sure I was ready this time and we would both have a good time, and I was and we did. I spent that week getting ready. I went to a sex shop in Vallejo and got a couple of anal toys, one an inch by four inches and the other about 2 inches by 6 inches, and a lot of anal lube, and spent that weekend fucking my ass with them, stretching my rectum until I knew I could handle and enjoy him with no undue pain or problems. And it paid off. I took all seven hard inches of him inside me and we both enjoyed his climax as he shot his semen deep inside my ass. I even enjoyed my first ass to mouth action as I licked him clean when we were done.

It was with all that in mind that I prepared for another new personal sexual frontier. The first time I had sex with Lester, the dog of my friend Maria, it was unexceptional for how easy and natural it was. As I lay back on a patio chair with my legs spread he licked out of me the the cum that a couple of friends had deposited the night before. When he was done licking he just climbed up on me and mounted and fucked me, missionary style. When I fucked my second, dog, Moose, it wasn't so easy. He fucked me doggy style and, being a Rottweiler, at least twice the size of Les and with a dick at least twice as big too, he gave me then, and has several times since, the most brutal fucking I've ever had. My pussy is never so sore as it is after Moose fucks me. Despite that, I've been dying to have him fuck me in the ass, though I've been terrified that in his carnal fury he'd rip it apart.

Finally, this last weekend, I was ready for it. As I did all those years ago, I spent the week getting my rectum ready, with toys of various shapes and sizes. When I got to Ken's house on Saturday I had my bag of gear with me, and after changing in Ken's bedroom came out to the living room, where Ken and Moose were waiting, wearing bikers chaps and a zipped up waist length leather jacket, to protect me from Moose's claws. I'd driven over with an inch and a half diameter butt plug in me and just before coming out of the bedroom I'd removed that and liberally lubed my asshole. Every time I've seen Moose I've fucked him, so that's what he expects when he sees me, so as soon as I came out of the room he started barking and straining against his leash. I shoved the ottoman up against the sofa and kneeled down next to it so I could lay my body over it and the couch. I dropped my ass lower than I usually do, so Moose would hit my ass and not my pussy, then I told Ken to bring him on.

I watched them coming over my shoulder, then, just before they reached me I turned and started staring at the wall above the sofa. I felt Moose's paws against my ribs as he tried to grasp me and felt his cock bumping against my ass and thighs. Despite my efforts he entered my pussy and I had to drop down on my ass to knock him out of there, then slowly rose up again. This time his cock found my asshole and it took my breath away as he quickly, deeply, and very forcefully entered me. My preparations had paid off as he easily entered me, but I was still stunned by how quickly and deeply he entered me. He kept stepping on my calves as he shifted his feet for better footing, so he could slam into me, which he did, pushing me hard up against the ottoman. I felt him swell and the knot form inside me. I was already sweating, from the leathers, the nervousness, and tension in my muscles, and I wasn't sure I could take fifteen or more minutes of this, but then I started to relax and try to feel it, to enjoy what was happening to me. I had never felt such quick or such forceful thrusts into my ass, but now that he was in the worst part, as far as pain was concerned, was over. I was pretty sure I could feel him coming within a couple minutes, but he nonetheless kept thrusting for another ten or fifteen minutes. When he finally stopped, he put his paws on the ottoman and stood up, with his cock still inside me, holding that position for another 5 minutes or so.

Finally, the knot subsided and he pulled out, then went over to his mat to rest and clean himself. As I always have with him, I wanted to follow him and lick his cock clean, but as always I was too physically drained to do so. All I could do was climb up on the ottoman and lay on my side and unzip the jacket, while Ken unzipped and took off my chaps. I was drenched in sweat and my wet hair was plastered against my head. Ken helped me to my feet and we went into his bedroom and closed the door. He gently started caressing and kissing me, on the face, neck, and shoulders, then my breasts and stomach, then finally my thighs and pussy. Within a few minutes he was entering me, giving my pussy a slow, deep, and gently fuck. I came several times before he did, then we both lay there, eventually napping for awhile. When we awoke he fucked me again, this time in my ass, where his cum mixed with Moose's. When we were done I again fell asleep, a deep contented sleep, from which I awoke with a sore happy ass and a smile on my lips.

Still in Malibu

2007-06-14T08:22:00.000-07:00

Ah. Just when I think I'm going to get into a routine, Dick crosses me up. This morning at our six o'clock meeting in the hall he did want to fuck. We did it out on the sundeck. His sundeck is pretty well shielded from his neighbor's view, but not from the beach, so passersby were treated to the sight of my ass in the air as I did a little preliminary oral work, and then of tits flopping as I rode him. Knowing Dicks appetites and rather loose ideas of discretion, I doubt this is not a common view from the beach of the goings on on his deck. We probably weren't visible to as many people as we were last year on the Las Vegas hotel balcony, but only because there were fewer people up and around to see us at six o'clock this morning. This being a there's-not-much-time-because-I-have-to-get-to-work fuck for him, there wasn't a lot of foreplay or post-coital cuddling, but he did allow me to lick his cock and balls clean when we were done and, to my delight, he did lick some of his cum out of my pussy. He left enough, though, to dribble out and darken the crotch of my shorts as I had my walk on the beach, something I could tell was apparent by watching the eyes of people I passed.

On my walk this morning I didn't see my two surfer friends. Ke' and I didn't see them yesterday, either, when we went for an early afternoon walk. I did talk this morning to one surfer who, nodding at my shorts, asked me if I'd had an accident or been busy. When I replied the latter he just nodded and smiled, but didn't give any indication that he was interested in sloppy seconds. Now the sun is out and although I partly feel like showering and getting back into bed, I'm more drawn to the idea of taking a towel out to the beach and taking a dip and a nap out there. I think I'll leave Ke' a note and do that.

Ke' was still sleeping when I got back into bed yesterday, but she awoke when I pressed the length of the front of my body against hers. We caressed and rubbed and kissed and licked each other all over as we had one of those wonderful vacation morning fucks, when you have all the time in the world to please and enjoy and explore each other. Ke' and I used to fuck a lot, but much less the last couple of years while I was Kayla. It has been wonderful these last few days getting to know her and her body anew, enjoying her somewhat large clit, her full beautiful breasts, her firm bubble butt. Almost all of her is an erogenous zone; she's very responsive to most contact between her nose and her knees. Any kiss, nibble, lick, pinch, or caress in that wide wonderful area can produce a sigh or a moan and prompt her pussy to wetten. As I love the taste and sensation of licking and swallowing sexually produced fluids as much as anyone who's ever lived, making love to her puts me in nirvana. Licking her asshole with her pussy on my chin, I can feel her almost flowing, as my chin and throat get wetter and wetter and I can feel a trickle running down my neck to the mattress. Oh my. Fuck going down to the beach, I'm going back to bed.

R and R

2007-06-13T06:52:00.000-07:00

Mmmm...a Malibu morning. I just got back from a walk on the beach. There's a low overcast and it's about 60 degrees. Not too different from a typical summer morning up at my home in Santa Rosa. There's barely any surf this morning so there wasn't much of a crowd on the beach. When I left the house this morning in just my shorts and a sweatshirt I was feeling kind of cold, but walking along I soon warmed up, except for my feet, which kept having the surf wash over them as I misjudged how far up the beach the waves would break. I ran across a number of people walking their dogs, jogging, or, like me, just taking a morning stroll on the beach, some of them, like me, with their morning cups of coffee as company. Except for the joggers with their buds in their ears most of the people are friendly, offering at least a good morning and a smile. I came across a pair of surfers, either unaware of surf reports or eternally optimistic, leaning against a log. After we'd talked for a few minutes I started getting a little cold, so I told them so and that I needed to move along to cool off. They generously offered to warm me up between them. They were cute and fun and funny, but just then I wasn't in the mood, so I told them maybe later, and I meant it. We'll be here all day, baby, they called after me. Maybe Keshon and I will look for them later today.

Now, obviously, I'm back at the beach house. Keshon, who I came down here with, is still asleep and probably will be for a couple more hours. After Dick, our host, leaves for work and I've had a shower, I'll rejoin her there. Keshon met Dick three years ago at the Republican convention in New York, where they were both working, in their own style. Dick's a lawyer down here, handling clients in the entertainment business, business men. By all indications he's very good at and dedicated to what he does. He doesn't do drugs and drinks only moderately. His weakness is loose attractive women. That's where Keshon and I come in. He engaged her services when they met in New York and he was so taken by her that he invited her down here. She and I have both been down here a few times, alone and together, since then, and my ex, Kayla, lived with Dick for about six months when she was working down here a couple of years ago. As near as I can tell, I'm the only non-prostitute Dick ever fucks. I guess I'm an accomplished enough amateur that he makes an exception in my case. Now Dick's heading out the door, off to work. We woke up at the same time and met in the hallway outside the bathroom as he was coming out. I asked if he wanted to fuck, but he kissed me, briefly fondled my breast and fingered my pussy, and said, no, he had to work out. He walked away licking his fingers, heading to his gym downstairs, on the floor at beach level. That's when I made a pot of coffee then headed out to the beach with a cup.

Keshon and I have been here since Sunday. We left home Sunday morning and drove down the Pacific Coast Highway, catching it at Santa Cruz. I love that drive, with the Pacific Ocean off to your right as you wind in and out of the gullies and cross magnificent bridges. In the morning it was foggy and at times we couldn't see the ocean. At times the road climbs so high above the shore that we couldn't even hear it. By late morning the sun had burned through and turned into a spectacular day, even as the road left the coast and we drove through the central coast wine country. We picnicked on the shore after passing through San Luis Obispo and rejoining the coast, then stopped again for a stroll and window shopping in Carpinteria. We got here, too late for a proper dinner, at about 7:00, after a wonderful and undedicated day of leisurely travel. After we'd unpacked and freshened up, Dick took us down to Santa Monica. He offered us dinner in one of the restaurants in town, but we were content with a hot dog and a coke on the pier. We watched the sun set over the ocean, then headed back to the car and up the coast to the house. When we got back, the three of us undressed each other and spent the next couple of hours exploring and enjoying each other. When Keshon and I were here together before, Dick was away on business and was allowing us use of the house in his absence. This was the first time the three of us had fucked together. I plan to tell you about it, but now I have a shower, a warm bed, and a beautiful black woman waiting for me.

Another Side of the Story

2007-05-19T07:17:00.000-07:00

Hey. I posted here once a couple years ago to introduce myself and I don't think I've been back since. I'm Kayla. Kayla the slut. Maybe Kayla the bitch to some of you. I thought I'd come back this once to tell you my story.

Nothing that Lisa wrote about me is not true. Not in the most recent entry about me leaving her or in any of the other entries she wrote. We obviously have different perspectives on things that have happened to us but mostly I am satisfied with the way she has described me. I mean, have you ever read how she describes me? I'm like a sex goddess! So mostly I just want to talk about that last entry and why I left her.

Let me tell you something about who I am. I used to be that skinny, kind of cute but real awkward and goofy girl in high school. The one who was always with a group of other awkward girls laughing and playing our silly games. The one who wished she could have a boyfriend and have sex with him but never did. The one who after high school stopped being skinny and became a little less awkward. Still awkward though. The thing is that even though I ended up with a body that men (and women too I guess) wanted to have sex with I've always still thought of myself as that awkward girl, the one who wanted to have a boyfriend and have sex with him. I did have a few boyfriends and of course I did have sex with them, but none of them were ever the one, you know. And then I met Lisa.

Lisa is not like anybody I have ever known. She's a person I would like to be if I had like three times the energy. I don't though, so she's the person I have most enjoyed being with. When you're with Lisa you're where the party is. Even if it's just the two of you. Anybody else might show up, anything might happen, and you will never be bored. I met Lisa online. We chatted for a couple of weeks and then because we actually lived pretty close to each other we met for dinner. After dinner we went to a bar and picked up a couple of guys (she picked up a couple of guys) and went back to her house and we fucked them. Each of us fucked both of them and at one point they both were fucking her. A couple nights later we go out again. This time though, I don't feel like going to a bar and picking up guys, so we go back to my place and sit and talk and drink wine and we're next to each other on the sofa and she's touching me as she talks and then she's holding me and then she's kissing me and then eventually she's eating my pussy and then, even more incredibly to me, I'm eating her pussy. This was stuff I'd occasionally wondered and fantasized about, having sex with another woman, and I already knew that she did that, but now I was in the middle of doing it. Just like that, in the course of a few days I'd been in my first orgy and had sex with my first woman. And I liked it. All of it. That took me awhile to accept. That I was okay with all of this. That I liked doing it. That I wanted to do it again. And that I wanted to do more of that kind of thing.

And I did. I became completely different from the shy awkward girl I always thought of myself as and became a lot more like Lisa. I became the sexual adventurer too. I would go to bars and pick up and fuck guys, one or two or even three at a time, sometimes without Lisa. I found that I really loved and craved sex too, just like she did, and I found that I could even make an enjoyable and lucrative living at it.

And another thing happened, that I really didn't expect. I fell in love with Lisa. Lisa said in her blog entry that I don't think of myself as a lesbian or a bisexual woman. That I'm a heterosexual woman who has sex with other women. And that sounds right to me. I have sex with other women because I found out how much I like kissing another woman and having my pussy eaten by another woman and how much I like eating another woman's pussy. But that's all physical things. I never thought that I'd fall in love with another woman or that I'd be part of a couple with another woman. Part of a lesbian couple. And I never accepted that I was. I was in love with Lisa because everybody is in love with Lisa. I think every guy and woman who fucks Lisa falls in love with her. I think everybody who meets her and somehow doesn't fuck her falls in love with her too. And what made it impossible for me to resist was that she fell in love with me. First. So as impossible as it is not to fall in love with her, imagine what it must be like to not fall in love with her if she's in love with you. I don't think there is anybody who could resist her if she turned all of her attention and sexual energy toward them. That's what she did to me and it never even occurred to me that I could or should resist her. She was taking me on this incredible adventure of life and sex and love and since she seemed to know the way I just went along. I never questioned whether it was right to or not.

So we settled in to a life together. We shared a home and a bed and too many other men and women to count. And I liked it, but I never thought it was the life I needed to be living. It wasn't the life I thought I need to end up with. You know, with the boyfriend or the husband I could be in love with and have sex with. Have kids with. Be a family. But I wasn't meeting and clicking with any guys like that so my life with Lisa was fine. It was comfortable and we were happy. And then Lisa fucked Ryan.

Ryan, you know, is Lisa's brother. Since I met him, I've always liked Ryan, but he was married all the years I knew him and Lisa. Then last year he and his wife split up and last fall he and Lisa fulfilled what I guess was a lifelong fantasy for both of them and fucked each other. And then, since I figured he was fair game, since me and Lisa shared all of our fuck buddies, I fucked him too. And that was a big mistake. Because all that time I knew Ryan I knew that the guy I was going to marry and fuck and have a family was going to be like him. Funny and handsome and smart and sexy and someone who would make me feel good just being around him. You know, a male Lisa. And after that first time I fucked him, actually probably even while I was fucking him that first time, I knew that either I was going to have to end up with him or I was going to have to get away from both him and Lisa. And that was just unthinkable.

So here's the thing. I know I'm probably just trying to justify what I did, to try to minimize the damage I've done, but it was plain, as even Lisa wrote, that Lisa and Ryan couldn't go on fucking forever. And it was plain, though we never admitted it to each other and probably not even consciously to ourselves, that eventually Lisa and I would break up. Because as she said, I would never be quite comfortable being part of a lesbian couple. I couldn't introduce Lisa to friends or family as my lover or my girlfriend, or my wife. I just couldn't. And with that being the way of things, I couldn't stand the thought of not being with Ryan. It would be such a waste. Why let him go and spend the rest of my life hoping to find someone like him when I could be with him? That's what I had to do. So that's what I did do.

I hope Lisa doesn't hate me, because I know I'll always love her and it will always be important to me what she thinks of me. I couldn't become her, but I became so much more than I used to be because of her. And you can't imagine how much it hurts me, how much it breaks my heart, to know what I've done to her and how betrayed she must feel by what I've done.

Anyway. Since Lisa told you what happened, I though I should try to tell my story. I don't know if it will make anybody not hate me, but I had to try.

A New Beginning?

2007-05-06T13:07:00.000-07:00

My three-way sexual relationship with Kayla and my brother Ryan has come to an end, which I expected would happen someday but not quite in the manner that has come to pass. I figured that eventually Ryan would find a woman he could have a "normal" relationship with, someone he could openly go out with in public and take home to mom and present as his girlfriend. Someone who wasn't his sister. And he has. It's Kayla.

I can't say that I'm entirely surprised by this. I've known for a long time, from long before the three of us starting having sex together, that they were attracted to each other. That's one of the things that made the sex so satisfying to me, that the two people I loved and lusted for the most lusted for each other too. It was the type and depth of their feelings for each other that I hadn't counted on.

The hardest part for me to deal with is losing Kayla. Although I expected to lose Ryan to another woman eventually, I didn't expect to lose Kayla, though there were warning signs. Although I have never hesitated to introduce Kayla to people as my girlfriend and let them draw all the conclusions from that that their imaginations would allow, I never had the impression that she was entirely comfortable with the idea of being half of a lesbian couple. That she loved me and loved the sex with me I've never doubted, but I think she always thought of herself as a straight woman in love with and having an affair with a bisexual woman. Despite our relationship and despite her having had sex with other women, I don't think she has ever thought of herself as anything other than hetero. So I was always her friend Lisa. I was the woman she slept with, the woman she had her bi fling with until the right guy came along. (I'm trying to write this without any bitterness, but I get the feeling that some might be seeping out.) So I think she thinks Ryan is the right guy. And she may be right. I really hope she is. They are a beautiful couple, they've always enjoyed each other's company (which I think contributed to the tensions that brought about the end of Ryan's marriage), and they are still the two people I love the most in the world and I would like to see them both happy. It would be simplest and least painful for them at this point if they actually are right for each other. It will be awkward and probably quite painful for me to see them together for awhile, but that, I am hopeful, will soon pass.

This all started to come out into the open about four weeks ago and Kayla moved out about three weeks ago. I believe she's living with Ryan in Sacramento, though I'm not sure. When your only contact with somebody is through cell phones and email they could be anywhere without you being sure where. So for the last three weeks I've been here alone trying to come to terms with what's happened. I don't drink or do drugs, so neither of those was an option for dealing with this. Until this weekend even thinking about writing about this was just too wrenching. I have two friends, Karyn and Steve, either of whom in the past I probably would have been able to talk to about this, but this time that's not an option. Steve's been Karyn's boyfriend since last fall. Before that he was my one serious male friend, a guy I could go to dinner or a movie with and not have to fuck at the end of the night, though we often did. In a sense, he was my insurance policy, the one person who, if things fell apart between me and Kayla, I figured I could get together with, who would be my next boyfriend. With him and Karyn together as a couple now, though, and that option off the table, talking to either of them about me and Kayla now would just make it all seem more hopeless and painful.

So I've spent the last three weeks coping by fucking. Every time I started to feel myself getting depressed or feel sorry for myself I'd go out and find somebody to fuck. Usually somebody I already know, somebody from my large network of fuck buddies, but often I'd head to a bar or nightclub or park and pick the first likely stranger I'd find sitting on a bar stool or dancing next to me or jogging past and take him home and fuck him. It wasn't satisfying in the usual way I find fucking satisfying, but it certainly filled a need in me and distracted me from my empty home and bed and the tremendous pain and sense of loss in my heart. I'd fuck until I needed to sleep, then go to sleep until I'd wake up the next day and find a way to get through that day, which would usually involve fucking somebody else.

Anyway, I think it's working. It's helped me get through the first few painful and lonely weeks and now it doesn't hurt so much and I don't feel so empty and I'm ready to move on. I can start dealing with people as people again and go back to fucking for fun, rather than as a kind of therapy.

I didn't write you this so you could feel sorry for me. I just wanted you to know what's going on and why I've been out of touch. It's been a cold dark period, but the worst I think is behind me and I'm ready to be me again.

My Special Friends

2007-03-26T13:34:00.000-07:00

There's a couple I know who, despite the fact that they both have sex with me, insist that they are gay. They never have sex with any other women, or so they say, and they only fuck me in the ass. So, since they don't enter my pussy (though their fingers and tongues have strayed there), they feel they can still claim to be gay, rather than bi. Whatever. As long as they are both willing to continue to play with me I don't care what they claim to be. They claimed to be gay the night I met them, at the Black Cat bar in Penngrove. I was at the bar waiting for my drink when one of them came up to order and I started talking to him. After a few minutes of talking, when it became clear to him what I hoped to be doing by the end of the night, he just came out and told me he was gay. I said that's okay, you can fuck me in the ass. My answer amused him and we continued to talk and when he got his drink I joined him and his partner at their table. At the end of the evening I went home with them and they both fucked me, as well as each other in the ass. It wasn't the first time I'd fucked with two guys who also fucked each other, but it was the first time with these two.

For some reason, that wasn't planned but just seems to have happened, the three of us have gotten together each of the last Tuesday nights for our now weekly festival of anal and oral sex. Now as it happens having one cock on my ass while I suck on another is often my favorite sexual position. Another is having two cocks in my ass. While I can find a lot of guys who will accommodate me in that first position, most guys seem hesitant about the second. Something about having their cock come in contact with another cock. With my two friends that's not a problem, so when I play with them I get to indulge myself. I don't get the traditional DP from them, but then, what relationship is perfect. Just another reason why I can never be monogamous. I just can't find one guy, or one couple of guys, who seem able to satisfy all my needs. And even if I could find a couple of guys who would do all that I want them to for me, I still need that regular mouthful of pussy.

Anyway, I'm home with a cold now, which I really hope I can shake today so it doesn't get in the way of my Tuesday night play time.

It's Just Who I Am and What I Do

2007-03-11T17:09:00.000-07:00

In an earlier post about my relationship with my brother Ryan, I wrote,

"As I've mentioned before, Ryan and his wife had a pretty active but not very imaginative or adventurous sex life. They'd fuck a couple times a week and he would go down on her every chance he got, but she'd go down on him only a few times a year and if his fingers, tongue, or cock ventured near her anus he'd get a stern look and have to return to a more acceptable orifice. As far as he knows she was happy with this and he, though he would have liked to try more things, wasn't too dissatisfied with his sex life. I'm afraid in his next marriage or serious relationship that may not be the case."

I got an email from an on-line acquaintance who quoted that, then added, "My second marriage and I am stuck here again."

That was a few weeks ago and I keep thinking about that email. It keeps coming back to me because I just don't have an adequate response to it. I want to tell this man, and everybody else who feels the same way, that they need to be open with their sexual partners about what they enjoy, what turns them on, what they want to try. They and their partners need to be able to feel secure enough to open up to each other about these things; some of these desires and fantasies will be met receptively and even those that aren't will be respectfully declined. There are at least two problems with an answer like that, though. The first is that it's just not going to happen in this world. We can talk all we want about how couples should open up to each other, but there's a world of things many if not most couples are not able to do this about and sex is probably at the top of the list. Sex is probably the main thing that people feel insecure about, people in particular like my emailer. I don't know what his sex life with his current wife was like before they got married, but I suspect that there were hints then of the situation leading to his current dissatisfaction. People who can't or won't open up sexually to each other before marriage aren't likely to after they tie the knot. That, more than anything else, is why I think it's silly for people to save themselves for marriage. Those are the kind of people who typically believe that marriage is forever and if that proves to be true for them, an unhappy or unsatisfying sex life with their spouse will make their marriage seem empty and joyless. I've never been married, but I do know what I'm talking about here. I've slept with a lot of dissatisfied husbands and wives who are looking to me for things they weren't getting from their spouses.

Here's the second problem I have with ever giving marital advice or advice on fidelity: I've never been married and when in relationships I've never been faithful. I've never even tried to be faithful and I honestly don't think I ever will. It just doesn't interest me to try it. I, in case this has eluded your notice up to now, like to fuck around. I like to fuck men and women. I like the taste of pussy and cock and I like that all pussies and all cocks taste different, that all cocks inside me and all tongues on my clit feel different. I've been told, many times by many people, that I have an unhealthy obsession with sex. I'll admit that I am obsessed with sex, but I think it's just silly to say that my obsession is unhealthy. To my way of thinking my obsession is no less valid (actually it's far more valid) than the obsessions of other people I know with golf, or snow boarding, or playing softball, or blogging, or any number of other things that people do four, five, seven days a week, every week. And if you're willing to concede to me that me fucking every day is fine, but why can't I do it with the same partner every day, I ask you why can't a golfer play the same course every day, why doesn't a snow boarder go down the same slope every day? Some probably do and if that's all they need, then good for them. Most don't, though. Most want variety and some even travel all over the world to find that variety. I, and most other people, don't have a problem with that. Why do so many people have a problem with me wanting the same kind of variety of experiences in my hobby?

Boldly Going Where No Man Has Gone

2007-03-04T07:19:00.000-08:00

Yesterday morning, Kayla's and my weeks-long campaign to expand Ryan's erogenous zone to include his asshole reached a satisfactory conclusion. What began with us licking, then probing, his anus with our tongues and then fingers, then moved on to sharing an olive oil bottle we'd emptied at dinner, proceeded to inserting various buttplugs and small dildos, came to a stunning climax as I fucked him in the ass with my strap-on while Kayla sucked his cock.

The dildo I fucked him with was actually the smallest of the three I have. About 5 1/2" long by an inch or so in diameter, it's the one I fuck Kayla in the ass with. The middle sized one, about 7 1/2" by 1 1/2" is the one I fuck Kayla in the pussy with and the third one, about 9" by 2 1/2", I pretty much only ever use to fuck my friend Karyn in the ass and pussy. Some women don't care about size. Kayla's like that, although she prefers not to have a monster cock in her, particularly in her ass. I often don't care about size, though there are times when I do want a monster cock in me, particularly in my ass. There are times I want two cocks in me, either in my ass or in my pussy and I want at least one of them to be extra large; I want to feel like I'm being stuffed and split open. Karyn always prefers a large cock in her. She also likes to be fisted, both vaginally and anally, by large handed men who will close their fists inside of her, something I can handle, particularly anally, only once in awhile. It's always a great pleasure to watch her fuck, she is so extreme. She is fortunate to have a current boyfriend who, because of his physical attributes and temperament, can satisfy her in these ways.

Anyway, Ryan being an anal virgin (he says nobody else had ever even licked or touched his anus before, though he had inserted a finger in there a time or two), I thought it best to start small. As Kayla and I had proceeded over the weeks through the playthings we had available, a stock we had recently drastically added to, we all discovered that Ryan is quite fond of having things put in his ass, including one butt plug that is about 2" at the base, though he was disappointed that he couldn't get it all the way in. He hadn't been fucked yet, though, and I didn't want to hurt him. I applied a liberal amount of Doc Johnson's to both my latex cock and Ryan's anus and knelt between his legs, with him on his back with his knees up in the air. Kayla knelt beside him, playing with his cock. I entered him slowly and carefully and slowly stroked into him, until after about a minute I was sticking him as far as I could go. By this time, between my fucking his ass and Kayla's licking and stroking his balls and cock, he was rock hard, and she took him fully into her mouth. I suspect they both would have liked to be in a 69, but with me fucking him that didn't seem like it would work out so well. I have been in a 69 on top of a guy being ass fucked by another guy, but it seems to me that guys, having their dicks actually attached to them, have a little more control than I do with my strap-on. His moaning seemed to indicate that he was enjoying himself and it doesn't seem that he made any effort at all to hold back from cumming within a couple of minutes. Kayla then shifted so she was straddling his face, her pussy covering his mouth and nose, as she sat up and we kissed while her mouth was full of his cum. Perhaps we should have shared some with him, but being greedy bitches, and thinking he seemed content with what he was feeding on, we didn't, swallowing it all ourselves. I had still been slowly fucking Ryan as we did this, but now I stopped and as Kayla went down on him again to clean up his cock and lick his ass I walked on my knees to his head so he could lick the dildo. Watching him do so I couldn't help but think how much I would love to see him take another man's cock and cum into his mouth. That's my fantasy, though, not his, and I'm not going to push that, or having him double fuck me with another guy, onto him. I'm really quite content just getting to fuck my brother and girlfriend together. If he ever brings it up, though...

Quick Note of Personal Grooming

2007-03-01T05:22:00.000-08:00

A few weeks ago, in the midst of one of our weekend romps, Kayla and I persuaded Ryan to let us do some barbering for him down there. With some trepidation he allowed us to shave his cock and scrotum with a safety razor and trim his bush to about a half inch with an electric razor. Doing his cock and scrotum was easier than we expected because his cock stayed hard for and although we (especially him) were worried about the razor hanging up in the wrinkles of his scrotum and nicking him, the razor glided pretty easily over that too. I'm afraid we may have gone a little too far by using the safety razor to shave the outline of his pubic hair, leaving him with razor rash for a few days down there (sorry Ry), but other than that we're all pleased with the result. Again, especially him. He says he finds himself handling his balls and cock more than before because they're so smooth (something I'm enjoying too. I certainly don't mind sucking on and licking a hairy cock and scrotum, but it is differently enjoyable doing the same things to a smooth clean one) and he likes the feel of the short pubic hair because he says it reminds him now of a woman's trimmed bush.

That reminded me that I've always liked that feel too, so I started letting mine, which has been clean shaved about a year, grow out. I'm now past the stubble stage and have enough there that when I woke this morning I was reminded of something else I like about having a little hair down there. Reaching down and scratching myself I found my pubic hair stiff and crusty with dried cum from last night and I spent a few minutes playing with it, brushing it against the grain, making it bend and snap, then eventually wetting and softening it again with the wetness from my pussy. There was enough cum still in my pussy that as I sit here and feel it again I find that it's again bristly. I could do this all day!

I don't know how I ever forgot how much I enjoy that. One of my pleasures is going down on a guy the morning after we've (or at least he's) fucked the night before and playing with his cum-encrusted pubes, letting them brush against my cheek, chin, nose, and lips, sniffing them, licking and sucking on them, enjoying them as they soften and how the taste and smell changes as they get wet again. Mmmmmm. I'm sorry now, reminding myself what I'm missing, that I didn't spend last night at his place.

What's a Little Sister For?

2007-02-19T11:36:00.000-08:00

So now, since Christmas, we seem to have settled into something of a routine. Since Ryan and I both have Monday through Friday jobs we've taken to spending weekends together. He shows up at my front door around 8 Friday night and we spend the next 48 hours fucking each others' brains out. Kayla, who typically works Friday and Saturday nights (she says those aren't busier nights, because all the businessmen have gone back to the towns where they live, but she gets a lot of sex tourists on the weekends), usually joins us around 3 or 4 o'clock on Saturday and Sunday mornings and by the time Sunday night or Monday morning rolls around Ryan is ready to head home with a sore red cock and another weekend full of kinky memories.

As I've mentioned before, Ryan and his wife had a pretty active but not very imaginative or adventurous sex life. They'd fuck a couple times a week and he would go down on her every chance he got, but she'd go down on him only a few times a year and if his fingers, tongue, or cock ventured near her anus he'd get a stern look and have to return to a more acceptable orifice. As far as he knows she was happy with this and he, though he would have liked to try more things, wasn't too dissatisfied with his sex life. I'm afraid in his next marriage or serious relationship that may not be the case.

If we've done nothing else, Kayla and I have spoiled this man. In addition to having the two of us available for him to straight up fuck pretty much every time he wants during the weekend, he can also look forward to having his cock in somebody's mouth at least a half dozen times over the two days. Do men have fantasies about lesbians (that question was rhetorical)? Ryan gets to watch Kayla and I kiss and caress and eat each other regularly, including eating his cum out of each others' pussies and ass holes (as a measure of how much Kayla is on board with the Ryan activities, until he came along she never ate anybody's cum out of my ass; now she's only too happy to slurp his out of my bung). Did I say Ryan never got anal service from his wife? In addition to fucking and licking both mine and Kayla's asses, Ryan has had the additional eye and ass opening experience of having us lick his ass and penetrate it with our tongues, fingers, anal toys and, yesterday, the neck of an empty olive oil bottle, which he particularly enjoyed (it was the largest object we'd put in him yet). I gently licked and probed his ass after that, which both of us enjoyed immensely. He's watched me fuck Kayla with my strap-on, in both her pussy and ass, and he's about ready to give in and let me do him too. Saturday afternoon, a particularly warm day here in the Bay Area, I took him outside and we fucked on a blanket on the back lawn and one night we fucked in the dark on the front porch (he made me turn off the light). I look forward to summer, when we can fuck on the beach and in the Sacramento River.

When we're done with this boy, he's never going to settle for a couple nights of straight sex and a half dozen blow jobs a year again.

A Placeholder

2007-02-08T05:30:00.000-08:00

A new long post should be here in a couple of days (sorry...just no discipline these days) and by then I should have converted to new blogger. Let's hope it works.

Have you ever noticed (some, maybe most, of you obviously will not have) how sometimes after anal sex, even relatively mild anal sex, your anus just feels like it's been ripped out the next day? You just can't sit or walk without being reminded that you got fucked in the ass. It's not a completely unpleasant feeling (because you're being reminded that you got fucked in the ass!), but it's a definite distraction. And not the kind of thing you feel comfortable going to your boss about asking to go home early. And it never seems to be related to the intensity of the action back there. I've had huge guys, even two guys, in my ass and felt pretty good the next day, and other times I've had just one guy, even briefly, or even an anal dildo, well-lubricated, and felt like I've had the business end of a Louisville slugger in me. Just one of those mysteries of life.

Perhaps I ought to keep a log, to see if I can spot any trends. That would make for some interesting reading for the grandkids.

My Christmas Treat

2007-02-08T05:19:00.000-08:00

After my brother Ryan and I fucked in September, we went a few months before we really had a chance to fuck again. We had sex once, on Thanksgiving at our dad's house, but that was necessarily a quick, though intense affair, out in the garage between dinner and dessert. I don't think fifteen minutes passed between him meeting me out there and my going back into the house, separately from and after him, through the front door, after first smoking a cigarette (my excuse for being away from the group). It was better to catch hell from the family for smoking than to go back in the house with my brother's cum on my breath (hey, I had to clean him up before he could go back in!). I don't know if anybody else picked up on the aroma of my just-fucked pussy. I was certainly aware of it, and I'm pretty sure Kayla could tell, but I didn't pick up on any funny looks from anybody else. Overall it was a fun Thanksgiving. My dad's second wife obviously was there, along with her kids and their spouses/girlfriends/boyfriends, none of whom I have fucked, though her older daughter is a tempting little morsel and I sometimes think she might be up for it. Among the nine of us younger people (not a child among us yet and the Ryan the only one without a spouse/date), Ryan is the oldest and wife2's younger daughter and her boyfriend, both 23, are the youngest. What was really fun was watching Ryan, at a family function for the first time in years without his wife in tow, flirting with Kayla. It's what guys do around her and in the past I'd seen him giving her the eye, trying not to get caught doing so by his wife, and trying hard not to flirt. Now, at last, he didn't have to try. Having seen the two of them fuck and having fucked both of them, I found the whole thing pretty damn exciting. It was pretty obvious what he was doing and I imagine that was the talk among the others on their car rides home, rather than the fifteen minutes Ryan and I had disappeared.

When Kayla and I were driving home she asked me if we'd fucked and I had to admit we had. I think she was a bit jealous. She'd spent all of dinner getting him worked up and leading him on and I ended up being the one to close the deal. She got her chance a couple of weeks later though, when Ryan was in the city for training and stopped by her club in the evening to watch her dance. When she got off work she went to his hotel and spent the night there, leaving with him when he checked out in the morning. Some how I hadn't seen that coming, that the two of them might end up fucking without me being involved. It made sense, but I have to admit I was a bit jealous of both of them. Just a little. Not so much that they fucked, really, but that they had all night together to do it. And in a hotel. I love fucking in hotels.

After that neither of us saw Ryan until Christmas. Kayla spent Christmas with her family in the Sonoma Valley and Ryan and I went to our mother's house. When we left there after dinner he followed me home, rather than going to his own home in Sacramento. It was a little odd at mom's. There was another couple there, friends of mom, and mom and me and Ryan, the smallest holiday crowd in years. With that small a group, there was no way we were going to be able to slip off for a quickie, so we went through the day with quick lustful looks and an occasional kiss and quick grope. By the time we left I needed him inside me in the worst way. It's an hour drive from mom's house to mine and for once I made it in 52 minutes, with Ryan right behind me. When we got in my front door I gave him a wet tonguey kiss, but by then I had to go to the bathroom so badly and told him to meet me in the bedroom. After what seemed like the longest pee of my life I came out of the bathroom naked and found him in the same state, lying on the bed stroking himself. My mouth made a bee line for that cock, but I really needed him in my pussy, so I spent just enough time with my mouth on him to take him all the way in a couple of times, getting him good and lubricated, then scooted up and mounted him. And then I fucked him like my life depended on him. I needed an orgasm from him in the worst way and although it was obviously his dick inside of me, I was the one in charge. I determined the position, the pace, and the depth. We had all night together and he could get whatever he needed out of it later on, but as far as I was concerned this first fuck was all for me. I fucked him like I owned that dick. Just as long as he didn't cum first, but even that I could control to some extent. I didn't have to worry, though, within thirty seconds I could feel myself getting flushed and the sweat coming out on my back. I could feel my blood rushing through my body and that swell of energy spreading out from my pussy. I had to drop to my hands, then my elbows, as I lost control of my muscles. I may even have lost control of the ability to fuck, but if I did it was okay, because he kept on thrusting, taking over control, making long deep pushes inside of me. After awhile he rolled us over and fucked me missionary and within seconds of my first orgasm clearing I could feel the next one coming on. Not having to worry about maintaining control I gave in to it, letting my muscles contract as they would, squeezing him as hard as I could between my thighs. He came too this time and I could tell by how long and how much he came that he'd been saving himself for awhile. Finally he stopped cumming, then after a few more pushes he rested and lay down on me.

By the time he'd softened and fallen out of me I was recovered enough to start up again. I moved down and started cleaning him up, licking his belly, his thighs, his testicles, and of course, his dick, anywhere I could our cum. I hadn't been at this long before he tugged on one of my legs, and I obliged what I took to be his wish by shifting so I was straddling his shoulders with my knees. He guided my ass with his hands, bringing my pussy to his mouth, and got on with doing to me what he was doing to me. I've come to know that his is one of many things new in his sexual experience and something that he engages in with relish. He too started with my thighs, but quickly finished the clean up there and moved on to my pussy, probing his tongue inside of me, spreading me apart with his hands to he could go deeper into me, so he could find more of our juice in there. He would pause once in awhile and I could tell he was licking his lips, or swallowing, then he'd go back at it. I was enjoying this so much that I found I was neglecting my duties and rested my head beside his dick, running my finger tips lightly over it while he sucked and licked me. I got a thrill when his tongue moved up to my anus, following our cum that had run down to there while we were fucking. As he had before with my pussy, he used his fingers to open me up more and his tongue slipped into my asshole, one of my favorite experiences during sex. He had obviously moved beyond his cum clean up and was now looking for new tastes. This too is new to him. Ryan and his wife had a healthy and active sexual life, from what he's told me, but beyond him slipping a finger in her ass while he fucked her pussy, that area was off limit. No anal fucking and certainly no exploration with the tongue. He went at it with the enthusiasm of a beginner and, using the dick in my hand as a gauge, I could tell he was thoroughly enjoying himself.

I went back to kissing and licking his cock and we both shifted our positions a little bit to better accommodate our tasks. As I took him in my mouth and started gliding up and down on him, my tongue fluttering over him and my lips hugging him, he switched to my clit, sucking on it, nibbling on it, flicking it up and down and back and forth with his tongue while his fingers moved in and out of both my ass and pussy. The combination of all of that, the fingers inside of me, the cock in my mouth, and the stimulation of my clit, quickly brought on another orgasm. As I went through my convulsions, slapping the bed, my pussy running onto Ryan's nose, lips, and mouth, I stopped taking him in and out of my mouth. Ryan, though, apparently further aroused by my response to his skills, just started fucking my mouth, and sooner than I thought he would or could he was coming in it. I was torn, for a moment, between the desire to share his cum with him, to change our positions and let my mouthful of his cum run into his mouth, and to swallow it. Just for a moment, though, as my stronger, more selfish instincts took over and I swallowed. I think I can justify this by the amount of his cum he'd already eaten from my pussy.

When I was done, when there was no cum left inside or outside of his cock, I shifted position again, turning my body so we were lying face to face, so we could hug and caress and kiss as lovers do. Our tongues tangled in our mouths, both mouths cummy, and our hands roamed over each others' bodies, massaging, kneading, tickling each other. Instead of this leading to another round of fucking, as such activity often will, we each fell asleep like that, facing each other in a warm perverted sisterly-brotherly embrace. We did awaken in the night and have that slow tender caressing fuck, and another when we woke again in the morning. As wonderful as all the fucking from Christmas night was, those moments lying in his arms, in a man's arms, in my brother's arms, in my bed, are the ones that bring the warmest feeling to my heart.

A Family Affair

2006-12-27T21:49:00.000-08:00

Back in September, a few weeks after Kayla and I got home from New York, my brother was over on a Friday night to spend the evening with me. Kayla was at work and Ryan and I went to dinner, then came back to my house to watch a movie. When the movie was over we sat beside each other on the sofa, drinking beer and talking. Ryan separated from his wife earlier this year, so we talked about that for awhile, about how he felt about that and how things were going for him. Eventually, as we always do, we got around to talking about when we were kids. This time, though, we talked about when we were in high school, when he was a senior and I was a freshman and our relationship changed. The year I became a slut.

I lost my cherry the summer before I started high school and spent my freshman year making sure it didn't come back. I was cute and funny and would happily fuck and blow any guy who would let me, so I was quite popular for a freshman. Among the guys I spread my legs and lips for were most of Ryan's friends. Until that night in September this was something we had never talked about. I asked him then if he knew about it. Oh yeah, he knew, he said. Most guys wouldn't say anything to his face, but more than a few girls weren't so hesitant, so he had a pretty good idea what I was up to. He didn't know what he could do to stop it, though, and he just hoped that I was being careful (I was, then as now, more lucky than careful). The worst part, he said, was when it occurred to him that he was the one guy in the school who couldn't take advantage of the sure fuck.

I asked him if he ever wanted to sleep with me back then. He said that one day he was at his locker and he looked up and saw this great looking ass about ten feet away. He was just staring at it for a moment before he looked up and realized it was mine. He said that's when it finally occurred to him why everybody wanted to fuck me, aside from the fact that they could. It was because I was cute and had a good body, including a great ass. He said he realized then that if I hadn't been his sister that he would've done me.

We were sitting up against each other on the sofa. He had his arm around my neck and my head was on his chest. Putting my hand on his thigh, I asked him about now. Would he want to fuck me now? My hand moved to his cock and I could tell that whatever his verbal response was, physically the idea appealed to him. I lifted my head and kissed him, on the lips. As he responded my tongue entered his mouth and started playing with his. Without breaking the kiss, I shifted and straddled him, then started dry humping him. His hands moved up under my shirt, kneading my back, then around to the front, cupping by breasts, flicking, then pinching my nipples. I breathed and moaned in his ear, then gasped as one of his hands slid down into my pants and immediately into my very ready pussy.

Every once in awhile I have a special fuck, where a voice in my head is commenting to me about what's going on. It was there for my first fuck, with Derek, it was there the first time I made love with a woman, with two men, with three men, the first time I fucked for money, when I fucked a dog, sucked off a horse, fucked in public and with a t-girl. This was one of those times, as that little voice told me I was making out with my brother, kissing him, that his fingers were inside me, that he, my brother was licking my cum from his fingers.

I couldn't hold off any longer, I had to get that cock in my mouth. I opened his pants and slid down between his legs. He was already hard as I kissed it, then licked it, then took it all in my mouth as he moaned. I bobbed up and down on him, my saliva running down his shaft. I licked and sucked on his balls, then went back to his cock, my finger entering his asshole as I slowly, then quickly let him in and out of my mouth. I wanted him to cum in my mouth, I wanted to taste and swallow my brother's cum, but even more than that I wanted him inside of me, I needed him in my cunt. I needed my brother to fuck me.

I got up off of him just long enough to remove my pants and shirt, while he took off his pants, then I climbed on top of him again, straddling him and immediately taking him in me. Oh my god. My brother's cock, rock hard, was in me, in my pussy, fucking me. I kissed him, passionately, desperately, hungrily, while he fucked me hard and deep. We pressed against each other as if we both wanted his whole body to be inside of me. I moaned and groaned and sweated and trembled as he came inside me, as my brother filled my pussy with his cum. I rode him as long as I could, until he finally softened, then I immediately went down on him again, licking his cum and my juice from his cock and balls. I asked him if he wanted to eat me now, with my pussy full of his cum. From his reaction I don't think he'd ever done such a thing, but he said yes and I turned around and backed up and sat on his face and he licked and sucked on me as I dripped into him.

We went on for a couple of hours, kissing and cuddling, then fucking again. He ate me again, then fucked me in the ass (my brother! in my ass!! cumming in my ass!!!), then I licked him off again then kissed him, my tongue, with his cum on it, in his mouth. We finally fell asleep, with me mostly on top of him on the sofa. I woke after a while, covered him with blankets, and went to bed, where I fell asleep fingering myself while thinking contentedly of what we'd done.

I heard Kayla come home at about 3:30. She showered and toweled off, then powdered herself and climbed naked into bed beside me. As always, we embraced each other, wrapping ourselves around each other as we kissed. With her thigh between mine she pressed up against my pussy and could immediately tell I was wetter than I would be just because I was glad to be in bed with her. She put her hand down there and slid two fingers inside me, then tasted them. "Who'd you fuck," she asked me? Since she knew I'd planned to spend the evening with my brother and she'd passed him sleeping on the living room couch when she came in, she had good cause to ask whose cum was dribbling from my cunt. Before I could answer, she did for me. "You fucked your brother. I can't believe you fucked your brother." She wasn't mad at me, and certainly not shocked, or even surprised. She knew that I'd wanted to fuck him and that it was just a matter of time before I did. It's just that it's not every day that you run into someone, or crawl into bed with someone, who just fucked her brother. We lay there, quietly talking about it, about what Ryan and I had done and how I felt about it. While we were talking about this our hands were all over each other and finally Kayla ducked under the covers to eat Ryan's cum out of me. This left her pussy up in my face and we both had a very satisfying 69. Maybe more so for her, since she got to eat his cum. I have nothing against slurping up Kayla's pussy juice, but I'll take a cum cocktail any day of the week. When we were done we lay beside each other and I fell asleep with my arm wrapped around her and my hand cupping her breast.

When I woke in the morning she wasn't in bed. I'd been laying there in bed for a couple of minutes, waking up, when I noticed voices coming through the wall. I got up, put on a robe, and went out into the living room, where Kayla and Ryan weren't talking, they were moaning and sighing and fucking. He was on his back on the sofa and she was straddling him, as I had the night before. Judging from the cushions and pillows strewn about the room and the sweat on her back and breasts it seemed they'd been at it awhile. I wasn't surprised or upset. Kayla has always wanted to fuck Ryan but had held off because he was my brother and he'd been married. Now, it seemed, there was no reason not to fuck him. Her eyes were closed and Ryan, if his eyes were open, was facing away from me, so he couldn't see me. I fingered myself as I watched. Kayla came several times while I watched before Ryan finally came too. When he was done, she lay down on top of him and started kissing his neck. When she reached his mouth she lifted her hips and he came out of her. That's when I let them know I was there, moving to the side of the sofa, where I kneeled and pushed Kayla over to his far side, then licked his dick clean. That was just the appetizer, though. What I really wanted, and what I had next, was Kayla's pussy, still full of Ryan's cum. I stuck my nose, then my mouth between her legs and started licking away, the pleasure I usually find in eating cum out of a pussy heightened by my consciousness that it was my brother's cum I was eating out of my girlfriend's pussy.

After awhile the three of us moved back to the bedroom, where the king size bed gave us more room to play. We spend the morning touching, licking, tasting, and fucking each other. Ryan seemed especially pleased watching me and Kayla together, our tongues on our breasts or inside each other. That was the only time the three of us have had sex together, though I know Kayla has fucked him again and I have too, most recently Christmas night, after he followed me home from our mother's house. He would be a good fuck under any circumstances, but every time we fuck the experience is still heightened for me by the awareness that it's my brother whose cock I'm sucking or who is cumming inside of me.

Merry Christmas

2006-12-24T11:41:00.000-08:00

And a Happy New Year!

Ah, Good Times

2006-12-05T17:40:00.000-08:00

I saw this picture (sorry, that's not me - I only wish I had tits and an ass like that!) and I thought, "oh my goodness! I used to have one of those!" Actually, the only resemblance between the tail I had and the one in the picture is the red butt plug. The one I had was a red devil tail, this looks more like a horse's tail (although that brings to mind some intriguing role playing opportunities). The rest of the outfit it went with consisted of red fishnets, with garters, a red thong, a red bustier, a red mask to cover my nose and eyes, and a red head band with devil's ears on it. And of course the red 6" heels. Not easy to stand or walk in but as I recall I never actually spent a lot of time on my feet in that outfit. I wore it once to the San Francisco Exotic/Erotic Ball and to several Halloween parties, but then I started losing parts of it and the other parts started to get worn out, so it's now retired. Somewhere I still have the bustier and the now torn fishnets; still fun to put on for effect. When I come into the bedroom wearing just that outfit I get some attention. It never stays on long, though. It never did.

I used to love that costume, though. Just the opportunity to walk around in public with a butt plug was reason enough to wear it, but I also always seemed to draw more than my share of attention in it. I never wore it to a party without being fucked in it and, because the butt plug had already loosened things up a bit back there, always in the ass. And that's how I ended up losing it. Once I'd been fucked in the ass, with a load or two of cum trying to dribble out, the plug didn't want to stay in and I'd have to carry it around. Eventually I must have put it down somewhere and forgot about it. You really can't be a devil without a red tail, so that was the end of that. It's okay, though. I make a pretty sexy witch and the next time I see a catwoman costume comparable to the devil one I'm going to buy it. I think I'll look okay in black latex.

Britney's Pussy

2006-12-02T08:05:00.000-08:00

Ever since Britney's beaver shot started showing up all over the internet, there's been talk all over the radio about what it means. Obviously I don't know Britney and I don't know what was going through her mind, but I do know that I never "forget" to wear panties; if I'm naked underneath I did it intentionally, and when I'm panti-less I'm aware at all times of what I'm showing to whom. There's no way Britney gets her pussy photographed and doesn't know it's happening and, more importantly in her case, since she's always being followed by photographers, that it's going to happen. We can only conclude that Britney wanted her pussy all over the internet. And I, of all people, certainly don't have a problem with that.

Update: Link fixed.

Oh, What a Night!

2006-11-23T07:20:00.000-08:00

Last Saturday night, being in the mood for some depraved carnality, I called one of my friends, Donnie, who I figured I could count on to go along with me. I told him what I had in mind and he was happy to accomodate me. We went down to North Beach for a late, light Italian dinner, then headed down to the bottom of Van Ness to the Power Exchange.

Something I've noticed each time I've gone to Power Exchange is that you don't see a lot of actual fucking. There are darkened hallways and private rooms people can go in and I guess that's where most of the fucking takes place, because you don't see much out in the more open public areas. And from my perspective that makes no sense. I can fuck in a private room or even in a "secret" part of a public place anytime I want. If I'm going to go to a place where I can publicly fuck, for god and everybody else to see, then I'm going to publicly fuck. So that's what Donnie and I did. I checked my long coat in the lobby, leaving me wearing just my high heels and a man's dress shirt, buttoned at the navel, with a silk scarf draped around my neck. Donnie checked his pants and underwear, leaving him wearing his tennis shoes and a long pull-over shirt that looked almost like a night shirt. It came down to about the bottom of his ass. It looked a little odd, actually, but it would work well for our purposes. Level 3, the level for couples and women, struck me as the place where there was the most open sex going on (at least of the floors we went to. My guess is there was more happening on the men's only floor). I suppose that would be a good place to go to have sex in public without being concerned about people watching. But again, why have sex in public if that's your concern. We went back down to the "mixed" club, where we could put on a show.

There's a room on that floor that has a low stage and a dancer's pole, in case anybody wants to perform. I didn't intend to dance, but we were going to put on a show. I unbuttoned my shirt and leaned against the stage, then Donnie and I just started making out; caressing and kissing each other. After a few minutes of this I sat on the stage, lay back, and spread my legs so Donnie could start eating me, which he enthusiastically did. Up until now there had been a few people gathered around us who would just occasionally glance at us to see what was going on. Now, though, a crowd gathered and openly watched us. Some got up on stage for a closer look. There was a guy kneeling near my shoulder, watching Donnie and quite visibly excited, as his cock rose out and up to one side of the club-provided loin cloth he was wearing. I shifted my weight so it was all on my left elbow and reached across my body and started stroking him. He moved, redirecting his attention to me now (what a smart boy), making it easier for me to stroke him. The club says they have a strict safe-sex policy, which I didn't want to test and I didn't want to pause long enough to take a rubber out of my shirt pocket, so I had to resist the strong urge to take him into my mouth. I did lick his balls, though, while continuing to stroke him, and soon he was cumming on my neck and chest, kind of a very messy pearl necklace. I rubbed his cum around on my throat and chest. I noticed that Donnie had stopped and I looked up to seen him looking at me. "Are you done up there," he asked? Yeah, I was. He asked for a rubber, which I gave him. I normally would have put it on him myself, but there were too many erect cocks within a couple feet of my head and the thought just didn't cross my mind. I was flat on my back with my legs wide apart, stroking one guy on each side of me, when I felt Donnie enter me. The guys I was stroking were apparently watching Donnie, because I felt them both get harder as soon as he started fucking me. I got them both to cum fairly quickly, taking both loads in my mouth this time. A couple other guys quickly moved into position to take their places, but my back was getting sore on the hard floor, so I sat up. I got down on the floor, faced the stage, and lifted one leg back up on the stage, allowing Donnie to re-enter me from the rear. As he fucked me hard I sprawled across the stage, groaning, gasping, and slapping the stage as he hit me deep. When he finally came I just lay there for a moment, catching my breath. After he pulled out I got on my knees and licked my juice off his cock, then removed the condom and emptied it in my mouth. I swallowed before standing to kiss him. After we kissed he had a goofy grin on his face. I asked him why and he told me my back and hair were covered with cum, that a couple of guys had jacked off on me while Donnie was fucking me. I started feeling my hair, then he told me that he was kidding. A couple of guys had been stroking themselves over me, but none of them had actually cum before Donnie and I finished up. He thought it would have been funny if they had, though.

I went to the bathroom to tidy up a little, then we wandered around the club for awhile, watching others and scouting out spots for Act II. There's one area with rows of benches in tiers in a semi-circle. I turned to Donnie and told him it was time. He said, "yeah? Are you ready?" I said, "yeah, let's do it." In the car on the way to the city, I'd told him that one of my fantasies, one that I wanted to act out tonight, was to be fucked by somebody that I never saw or spoke to. His job was to find somebody for me. He left me and I sat there, on the top tier of the little amphitheatre, watching the people down in from of me.

Donnie came back to me and removed the scarf from my neck, then tied it around my head, over my eyes, as a blindfold. He took my hand and told be to stand up, then slowly lead me. After a couple of minutes (yeah, I know, he should have done this part BEFORE blindfolding me) of leading me through the building he stopped me, put his hands on my shoulders to turn me, and told me to sit. I felt myself on what seemed to be a backless sofa (a divan?), then said "here he is." I felt some hands on my face, then shoulders, then my breasts. They seemed lighter than a man's touch. I reached out and felt the person's upper arm. It was smooth, hairless, and soft. The muscle tone was good, but the arms were thin. My hand slid along to the chest and my suspicions were confirmed. Donnie had brought be a woman. A lean woman, with large fake tits. Not what I had in mind, I'd expected a man, but I hadn't told him that. I'd only told him I wanted to fuck somebody I'd never seen. She leaned into me and kissed me on the mouth, then let her breasts touch my lips. As I licked them, searching for the nipples with my tongue, I felt something brush against my chest. I reached blindly for it and soon found what I thought I was looking for. It was a cock, hard, about 7 to 7 1/2 inches. About Donnie's size. Were they both making love to me? Had Donnie brought me a couple? Wasn't part of the plan, but that would be okay; the plan really hadn't been very well-developed. I didn't think that was it, though. I couldn't see how Donnie's, or anybody else's, dick could have been right there, on my chest, with this woman standing in front of me with her tits in my face. I slid my hand to the base of the cock, then along and over the belly and up to the chest. Yes! There they were, those big tits. Donnie had brought me a T-girl. I was going to get to live out two fantasies at once! Good boy, Donnie. I was going to have to come up with some reward for him.

I bent over and took her uncut cock in my mouth (okay, that doesn't read right, but what can I say?). I really like uncut cocks for oral. That foreskin is just one more thing for me to play with, another toy. It's kind of like a woman with large labia. A little extra something to suck on, to lightly bite. I caressed her breasts and pinched her nipples while I deep throated her. She started fucking my mouth, rocking her hips back and forth. As much as I was enjoying this and as much as I really wanted her to cum in my mouth, I wanted even more for her to fuck me. I took a rubber out of my pocket, fumbling just a little with the blindfold on as I opened it and rolled it out on her. I lay back and she entered me (I was completely wet and ready...I don't think I have ever been more eager to have somebody fuck me). I grabbed her tight ass, reaching with one finger for her ass hole as my left hand grasped her tit, pinching and rubbing her nipple. I couldn't quite get my mouth on her breast as I was lying under her, so I lay back to let her fuck away. When I laid back I found that Donnie's naked erect cock was above me, as he bounced it on my face. I licked his balls, then his shaft. He kneeled over me, with his knees against my shoulders, and I tongued his anus while the t-girl continued to fuck me. I moved my hand up from her breast, up her neck to her mouth and found, as I thought, I might, that she and Donnie were kissing. Oh my god, I almost wished that I could have been one of the people I was sure must be standing around watching this. Almost; I was really quite ecstatic to be in the middle of it.

I started stroking Donnie, trying to bring him to cum. As I felt him get harder in my hand and start thrusting along with my stroke I knew he was getting close. I pushed on his belly with my free hand, so he'd back up a little bit. With his balls resting on my forehead he took over, stroking himself until he came in my mouth. As he did so, the t-girl picked up her pace and pushed deeper within me. Her breath became uneven and she started groaning as she came inside me. When she was done thrusting she lay down on me, her sweat mixing with mine. I grasped her neck and brought her mouth to mine. When her lips opened up on mine I forced as much of Donnie's cum as I could into her mouth, then swallowed what remained in my mouth. She rose up off of me and I could tell that she was kissing Donnie again, probably passing his cum back to his mouth. I was hoping he would give it back to me, but when he bent over to kiss me, his mouth, though tasting cummy, was empty. I lay there for a moment, catching my breath, feeling sweaty and quite thoroughly and happily fucked. After a minute or so, Donnie removed the blind fold. There was no sign of the t-girl. He helped me sit up, then sat next to me, with his arm around me. After a couple of minutes he asked me if I'd had enough. I had, so we got up and headed toward the entrance to retrieve our clothes. I hoped, as we were leaving, to catch sight of my mystery lover, but I didn't spot anybody who seemed as if it might have been her. As we were walking back to the car Donnie described her to me. About 5'8", medium black, possibly partly hispanic, thin. Very pretty. At first he though she was just a very sexy woman and was going to hit on her for himself. When he discovered she was a t-girl, he knew he'd found just the person for me. Oh man, was he ever right.

I slept on the drive back to Santa Rosa. Though it was late, close to 3:00, he came into the house and he gave me a slow fuck in the ass, the one thing in me that hadn't been satisfied at the club. I fell asleep shortly after he finished, then had the most wonderful dreams. I couldn't have been asleep too long when Kayla got home, but Donnie was gone. I cuddled up next to her and went back to sleep, resuming my dreams.

Little Green-Eyed Monster

2006-10-17T17:42:00.000-07:00

One emotion I'm not comfortable with is jealousy. I don't have time to deal with jealous guys and with the kind of romantic life I've lead there's really no room or excuse for me to get jealous. So it's tough for me to deal with when I feel it.

I have a friend, Steve, with whom I probably have what is closest to a "normal" dating relationship. We hardly ever get together just or primarily to fuck, as is the case with most guys I know. Usually we'll get together to go to dinner or a movie or a bike ride and then often, but not always, we'll fuck afterward. Sometimes we don't fuck, though, and we're both fine with that. Even the day I met him we didn't fuck, and I was topless at the time. Although he dates and fucks other women, he's one of the few people, man or woman, in my circle of friends who doesn't customarily fuck my other friends. The opportunities have been there for him, he gets along with all of them and they've made it quite clear to both him and me that they're willing to fuck him, but he's never taken them up on that. He's even slept naked in a bed with me and Kayla and not made a move on her. After a while I never bothered questioning why things were this way and I've come to take it for granted that that's how things would stay.

A few weeks ago, a couple of weeks after Kayla and I went to New York together, I was out with Steve. He was quiet most of the night, which is unusual, but not unheard of for him. When we got back to my place we started getting down to it. He had just pulled my pants off and worked his tongue back up my thighs when he stopped. He crawled up on top of me and said "I gotta tell you something."

"What?," I asked.

"While you and Kayla were away I got together with Karyn."

"What do you mean you got together with her?"

"I mean I called her up one night, she invited me over, and we spent the night together."

This just wasn't sinking in for me. If any other of my friends had been telling me this it would have been obvious to me what he was talking about, but I guess I just didn't want to believe this. "You spent the night together doing what?"

"You know. I slept with her."

"You mean you fucked her?" Now I knew what he was saying and I could feel myself getting upset about it, though I couldn't tell you why, and I wasn't going to let him get off easy.

"Well, yeah, we fucked. We slept together too, but mostly we fucked."

"How many times did you fuck?"

"Hmmm...about five times, I guess."

"You fucked Karyn five times? In one night?"

"Yeah. We fucked twice, then we went to bed. We woke up and fucked twice in the night, then fucked again when we woke up in the morning." Steve and I had never fucked more than three times in one night, and I'd been happy with that. Now he tells me that he fucked Karyn five times in one night. I wasn't getting to feeling any better about this.

"Where did you fuck her?"

"In her living room and her bedroom. Mostly in her bed."

"No, I mean, where? What hole?"

"Oh. Her pussy and her ass."

"Did you cum in her ass?"

"Yeah. I came in her ass once, and in her pussy all the other times."

"What else?"

"What else?"

"Yeah, what else? What else did you do with her?"

"Well, I fisted her. Just her pussy, not her ass. And I ate my cum out of her pussy. Twice. Mostly we just fucked."

"So how did this happen? How did you come to fuck Karyn? You never wanted to fuck Karyn before."

"Well no, that's not true. I've always wanted to fuck Karyn. I just never made any move to do it, though. One night I was horny, though, and you were gone, and I was looking at a picture on her webpage of her giving head, and I just figured I'd give her a call. So we talked for a couple minutes on the phone, then she asked me if I wanted to come over. So, I did, and we...fucked."

"So if you always wanted to fuck Karyn, how come you never did?"

"I don't know. I guess it just never seemed right while you were around. I mean, with you around, I never needed to fuck Karyn. I had you."

"Do I have other friends you want to fuck?"

"Well, yeah. I'd obviously love to fuck Kayla, and I can't tell you how many times I had to go home and masturbate after leaving here while TJ was staying with you. That girl did about everything but sit on my face. And Irina looks pretty good."

"So why didn't you ever fuck any of them?"

"It just didn't seem like the right thing to do."

"But now it does?"

"Well, when you were gone it did. I mean, you weren't here, you were in New York fucking Kayla and who knows who else, and I felt like fucking. I know you've fucked Karyn's boyfriend and I have no idea how many other guys have fucked two or more of you. I don't get why you're making this into such a big deal." I didn't know why either. My relationship with Steve was different than my relationships with other guys and his relationships with my girlfriends was different than my other boyfriends' relationships with them were. He didn't fuck them before, and until he did I didn't realize how much I liked that. But I didn't know what to do about that now, or even if I could or should do anything about it.

While we'd been talking he'd gotten off of me and was on his side beside me on the sofa. He'd had his hand circling on my thighs and now he slipped two fingers inside of me. The images in my head of him fucking Kayla, of his cock in her mouth, her pussy, and her ass, of him eating his cum out of her pussy, had me pretty aroused and his fingers entered me pretty easily. He took them and circled my nipples with them, then bent over me and licked, then bit, pretty hard, my left nipple. "Are we done with this?" I nodded and he climbed back on top of me, entering me roughly and quickly while he pulled my hair, hard, yanking my head back off the sofa. There was no affection as he gave me a mad fuck, trying to hurt me as he fucked me deep and hard. He flipped us over and put his hands on my ass. He put two fingers in my ass as deep as he could and pulled it open as he continued to fuck my pussy. He bit my shoulder, neck and arm and scratched my back with his other hand as he gave me the meanest roughest fuck he ever had. When I thought he was about to cum he stopped instead. He picked me up and laid me out on the floor (Steve is about 10" taller than me and a hundred pounds heavier) and quickly entered my ass, which he fucked as hard, deep, and rough as he had my pussy. When he finally came we were both soaked in sweat and panting hard and it was all he could do to just lie there on top of me for a couple of minutes, catching his breath. Then he started licking me, licking the sweat from my shoulder and neck, my breasts, my belly. Then he licked my pussy and for the first time ever he ate his cum out of my ass. He got on top of me and kissed me and let me lick his cum off his lips and then he fucked me again, just ten minutes after he'd finished before. We went to bed then, but we both made sure that we fucked three more times before Kayla showed up at 5 in the morning and he got dressed and went home.

So now I'm still feeling a little mad at Karyn, although I know I have no right to. We've both fucked each others' boyfriends before and it never occurred to either of us to ask permission first. I know I'm not really mad at Steve or Karyn. I'm just upset because my "special" relationship with Steve has changed. I don't know if he's now going to start fucking all my other friends and I don't know that if I did I would really mind that so much. I would certainly love to be part of that. Even if he doesn't, though, I know that he does want to, and I've already known that they want to fuck him and because of all that I now know I have this little motherfucker named jealousy skipping around in my head and heart. I hate that.

Top of the World

2006-09-16T08:03:00.000-07:00

Kayla and I just spent a week in New York City, in Manhattan, and it was everything I'd ever hoped or imagined it might be. I've been to Vegas a few times and that's exciting in the way the party never ends, but New York is like that while at the same time seeming more like a real place. Vegas is like that because that's what it was built to be. Manhattan is like that because that's how it grew up. How each got to be the way they are maybe shouldn't make a difference, but somehow to me it does. New York seems more substantial, more real, more exciting because of the difference.

We flew in on a Saturday and at we were thinking by the time we got checked into the room that we were a bit too tired from the long day of traveling (leaving home in Santa Rosa at 5 to catch a 7:30 flight, layover and change planes in Dallas, finally arrive at LaGuardia after 6:30) to go out for the evening. We were staying at a hotel on 7th Avenue, across the street from Madison Square Garden. A friend of mine had stayed there in April when he was visiting the city and told me that the roof was accessible, though he didn't know if it was supposed to be. After we'd checked in and unpacked we grabbed a blanket and a coupl of beers and took the elevator to the top floor. Following his directions we found the door and stairway to the gym but didn't go in there, continuing up the stairway to another door. We went down a hallway, past the service elevators, through another door and up another flight of stairs. I slowly opened the door at the top of those stairs and there was some kind of boiler room, with another flight of stairs, wooden this time, leading up into darkness. This sounded right so we continued up those stairs, opened the door, and stepped out into the evening, on top of Manhattan. Not really on top, maybe, but 20 or so floors up. There was still the glow of daylight off to the west, but the sky above was quickly darkening and the lights of the city were taking over. Off to the northeast was the Chrysler Building, all cool looking with it's tapered spire, and just two blocks east of us, looming over and dominating everything else, was the Empire State Building, glowing green far above us. The whole impression was breathtaking, electrifying. I still don't know if we were supposed to be up there, the labrynthine course we followed to get there would indicate not, but what a great way to be introduced to the city, taking it in without having to fight the crowds.

Kayla and I sat down on and covered ourselves with the blanket, cuddling close together for warmth against the quickly cooling evening. We drank our beers and talked excitedly about our day, traveling across the country, the cab ride into Manhattan, and where we were now, on top of everything, our own private view of this place we'd wanted to visit together since we'd first met. After a half hour or so our beers were gone and so was our weariness from traveling. We went back down to our room and showered and changed and took the elevator down to the lobby. There were still people checking in down there, but there seemed to be more people who, like us, were preparing to head out into the city, to start their evenings. So we did.

One of the things that struck me about Manhattan, and one of the things my friend had told be about after his trip, was that you can't walk a block in the city without seeing at least one absolutely gorgeous woman. I've never been good at identifying bi or lesbian woman at a glance, so I've never been any good at picking them up in public (there's no such problem on the internet), and this shortcoming never left me feeling so inadequate as it did in Manhattan. Beautiful, stunning women were everywhere, in such an amazing and heartbreaking variety. Tall, short, thin, buxom, well dressed, in raggedy jeans, with a delicious variety of accents. This is what I saw every time we went out in the streets, day or night, in any part of the city. I was in a constant state of sexual arousal, even more so than usual. And that's without even taking into consideration the guys I saw. Guys who, though not as impressive as the women, were still pretty good! I managed to physically enjoy a fair sampling of the men of the city in the week we were there, but I never had a New York woman. The next time we go back we'll have to prepare ourselves better for that.

After we'd been there a few days we woke up midmorning feeling lazy. It looked like a warm and clear day so we decided before heading down to Greenwich Village, our planned destination for the day, we'd head up to the roof for awhile again. I dropped down to the lobby and headed north on 7th about a block and a half to a market we'd found, where I picked up 4 24 oz beers and headed back. I just had on shorts, a t-shirt, and sandals, decidedly under dressed for that part of town at that time of day, but I didn't really care. Walking to and from the market I made eye contact with and smiled at several different men and women and regretted that I didn't have time at the moment to see if I could take things any farther. Kayla was waiting, though. I had to get back up to her.

We took a couple of blankets up to the roof. We could see, when we got up there in the light of day, that others used this roof for similar purposes, as there were other empty and half empty beer bottles scattered about. We folded our blankets for padding and spread them out on a flat section and lay down beside each other on our stomachs, with our tops off. I still had on my shorts, but Kayla had stripped hers off, leaving her lying there in just a thong. I had my hand on the base of her back, lazily and absent-mindedly caressing her ass and rubbing her back while we sipped our beers. After a time Kayla turned over and my hand was now on her belly. In short order my idly wandering hand took on a wider range and more purpose venturing up to her breasts and down inside her panties. I flicked, pinched, and held her nipples for awhile then wandered back down to her thong, going farther south each time. Finally my middle finger found and easily entered her wet pussy.

It's hard to describe what the feeling is like, when you slide your finger into a wet willing woman. In high school I must have let around a hundred guys into my pants. I knew I was enjoyed and appreciated by guys for the way I made them feel, and in my own selfish way I certainly enjoyed it too. I never knew back then, though, or appreciated myself what that feeling was for them, to first slide their fingers into me, to find my wetness and feel me open up for them. It's kind of like the feeling I get when I first take a cock into my mouth, the sensation that all of a sudden the situation has changed, been taken to a different level. There's a sexual quickening, the feeling that now we're getting down to business. I'm so glad I've discovered the joy of that sensation, that I've been open to and appreciate the excitement of exploring, of entering another woman.

With my finger, then my fingers, inside Kayla I moved over closer to her, kissing her shoulder, her breasts, already heating up from the sun, her neck. Finally, her lips. We sucked on each others' tongues. Her hands grabbed my ass and pulled me closer to her while I licked her teeth, her tongue, her lips. I bit her succulent lower lip, then headed down across her throat to her perfect breasts. I always have to pause and look at them; I have never seen breasts like them, perfect size, perfect shape and proportion. Kayla has a great ass, a sweet pretty face, and a wonderful, sweet and funny personality, but it's her breasts that first attracted me to her. I saw them in the pictures on her yahoo profile and just knew I had to see those in real life; I could only hope to touch them. Is it any wonder that I can't wait for her to come home every night, to climb into bed beside me, so I can spoon with her and fall back to sleep with her right breast in my hand?

I enjoyed them for a couple minutes, but then I had to get down to her pussy. I had to taste it, to tease it. I pulled her thong off of one leg and shifted my blanket so my knees wouldn't be on the bare roof, and with my ass in the air plunged in, first dipping my nose into her, ensuring I would have her scent with me throughout the day, then my tongue, going as deep as I could and licking up as much juice as I could. My tongue darted over her clit, I sucked on it, I lightly nibbled on it, then went back to dancing on it. I was getting hotter and wetter myself. I would have loved to turn around and get into a 69, but I wanted to concentrate on what was in my mouth. I wanted to enjoy her pleasure, to take in her squirming and moaning and work on manipulating it, on making her respond to me. Someone could take care of my pussy later, either Kayla or, if I got lucky, some hard and heavy cock attached to a guy I didn't yet know, I hadn't yet seen. Maybe someone who was walking down 7th avenue below us, or riding on a train to Penn Station across the street. Or maybe somebody watching me at that moment. After I'd finally had enough, after I'd made her squirm and moan and cum enough, I rolled over on my back, her pussy as my pillow. The sounds of the city, the horns and whistles and brakes and voices, returned and looking around I was reminded that although we were twenty floors up from the street there were dozens of buildings looming above us, with who knows how many people, including at least hundreds atop the Empire State Building, watching us. I raised my head and arms and waved in all directions.

A Short Note

2006-09-10T07:45:00.000-07:00

Just a quick post for those of you inclined to leave comments or send me emails telling me I'm a pervert and/or going to hell: Why are you even here? I am a sexually active young woman and I admit I am a pervert. I love sex. I love it often and in as many ways a I can think of to engage in it. I know a lot of people think what I do is sick and sinful but I'm going to keep doing it anyway and I'm going to keep on looking for "sicker" and more "sinful" ways to please myself. I'm not doing these things looking for your approval and I've already been told anything you have to tell me by people that I actually know and in some cases respect. This blog is for people who want to follow me and enjoy my stories of what I enjoy and put inside of me (and for you people, I apologize for the scant posting lately and thank you for your patience). If that's not for you, click on to the next blog.

A Typical Sunday Morning

2006-05-21T08:18:00.000-07:00

How many of you do this? Sometimes when I'm sitting around the house with nothing to do, maybe while reading the paper or surfing the net, I'll have a bowl of ice cubes next to me, the long narrow, steak-fry shaped ones you get out of the freezer's ice maker, and every minute or so I'll slip one into my rectum. I usually stop when I have a dozen or so in there. Somehow it feels good, having an ass full of ice water. Erotic, in a strange way that I can't quite define. You all do that, right?

A couple weekends ago I was at a friend's apartment in Vegas. It was about seven in the morning and he was still sleeping, but I was restless. I got up, put on one of his dress shirts, got the newspaper and a bowl of ice, and went out on to his balcony. He's about fifteen floors up, it was still fairly early and already about 80 degrees and I wasn't very visible to most people, not that that particularly would have mattered to me, so I didn't care much about being seen as I sat on his lounge chair with his shirt open from the navel down and my knees apart as I read the paper and fed ice cubes to my ass. I'd been out there for about half an hour and run out of ice cubes about fifteen minutes earlier when my friend joined me.

Maybe cause he's a guy and I'm sitting there with my pussy smiling at the morning (or hell, maybe just because he's a guy), within a couple of minutes he's kissing me and has two fingers sliding in and out of my pussy. I'm pretty wet down there from the arousal I get when I ice my ass and I have what's left of the two loads of cum he deposited in my cunt the night before, so his fingers, then most of his hand, are sliding in and out of me pretty freely. This gets both of us more aroused and in no time he's fucking me. As he's banging me I feel what's left of the ice cubes in my ass moving around. It feels weird, but, you know, good, and I'm soon thinking that his dick ought to be in there with the ice. I tell him to fuck my ass and, of course, he's happy to do so.

With his very well-lubricated and hard dick and my pretty wet and ready to be penetrated ass, he enters me almost immediately and I can see the surprise on his face as he encounters ice cubes and a lot of water in there. I whisper to him that it's ice cubes. He accepts that as though he encounters it every day and happily fucks away. As he's going in and out a lot of the water comes out, but I can feel what's left of the ice cubes getting pushed around by his cock. At first it seems they're being pushed farther up my rectum, which is such a hot feeling, because it feels like I'm being penetrated in places I haven't been fucked before and also because I have ice cubes going into that previously unpenetrated part. I don't think the rectum has much in the way of nerve endings, so you don't actually feel things directly. I guess what you feel is whatever is in your rectum, say a cock, or a cucumber, or a cock and ice cubes, pushing and shoving your intestines against whatever other organs you have down there. Anyway, it was a great feeling. By the look on his face, his sweat, and the way he was fucking me like he had never fucked before and would never fuck again, I could tell he was enjoying it too. I don't usually thump when being fucked in the ass, but I do moan, groan, gasp, and yell a bit. That seemed to encourage him to do the same, so by the time we came we were making quite a bit of noise. This was Vegas though, Baby, so what the hell, right? Make as much noise as you want, we're there to push the limits.

When he pulled out after cumming I felt more than the usual amount of liquid coming out with him. When I licked off his cock the cum was more thinned out than I'm accustomed to. I was a little surprised and disappointed, though, that it wasn't cooler. It was as hot as most cocks that have just come out of my ass.

Anyway, I just thought I'd share that with you. The guy fucking me was the guy Kayla was living with in Malibu last year. I have some more stories to tell you about him.

Spoiling the House Guest

2006-01-26T19:03:00.000-08:00

I was dreaming last Thursday morning that Moose the rottie was fucking me, his knot inside me like a piston. Slowly I awoke to find Kayla between my thighs with her hand inside me, moving it in and out as she opened and closed her fist and licked my clit. It was a great dream and a great way to wake up.

Wednesday night, for one of the few times while TJ was staying with us, me, TJ, and Kayla were all home together. After dinner, we all tended to our own tasks, but we ended up sharing the sofa and a blanket at 9:00 when "Lost" came on. I was on one end, with TJ on the other and Kayla between us, leaning on me. The show sucked - isn't Charlie the weakest and most pathetic character on TV? Who wants to watch an hour about him? - but we managed to amuse ourselve anyway.

About half way into the show I noticed that Kayla was breathing funny. I looked down the sofa toward TJ, who was leaning on Kayla as Kayla was leaning on me, but didn't notice anything odd. Then I picked up on a slight rhythmic vibration and realized that TJ was finger fucking Kayla. This didn't surprise me. TJ has long had a crush on Kayla and while she's been staying with us I felt that it was getting frustrating for her to be so close and not act on it. She was going to be leaving last weekend to move back on campus, so I guess she felt it was time to make her move.

I started massaging Kayla's right breast and TJ ducked her head under the blanket to put her mouth to work. Kayla shifted so that she was lying with her back on me now, allowing her to spread her legs for TJ, who had to slide off the sofa and kneel on the floor to allow her to eat Kayla. From Kayla's moans and occassional jerks it was pretty clear that TJ was doing a very good job (I'd like to say that I taught TJ well, but really she's a just a natural muff diver). She got Kayla very well off. When she came up, her face was covered in her saliva and Kayla's cum and Kayla was panting for breath. I kissed TJ and licked her lips, then told the two of them it was time for us to go to bed.

I spread TJ on the bed and kneeled between her legs. Her session with Kayla had got her nice and juicy and she was very responsive to my licking, sucking, and nibbling. Meanwhile, Kayla was behind me licking and probing my ass and cunt. The one thing I don't love about 69 and daisy chains is that being eaten distracts me from the pussy or cock I'm eating, in a way that being fucked while I'm eating somehow doesn't. It doesn't mean that I plan on giving up these practices, don't be ridiculous, but it's just a slight annoyance. This "problem" was soon resolved anyway when Kayla, who was having a hard time not falling off the bed, gave up and moved to the other end of the bed to sit on TJ's face, a development that TJ clearly loved. Watching Kayla's beautiful pussy pressing down on TJ's mouth, nose and chin while she rocked back and forth on TJ's face (got I love Kayla's ass) got me more and more excited and after lubricating my hand in TJ's pussy I started ass fucking TJ with three fingers while I continued to eat. All of this attention got her juices flowing quite freely, almost spurting it seemed, and it was all I could do keep up for a minute or two.

TJ finally pushed me away and after Kayla climbed off of her the three of us lay down together for some kissing, licking, and carressing. Eventually I fell asleep. When I woke to Kayla fisting me, TJ was gone, having returned to her sofa to get some sleep (Kayla kicks in her sleep). I am so glad the three of us had a chance to get together like that before TJ went back to school. I know TJ is too.

Obsessions

2006-01-22T07:39:00.000-08:00

Last Wednesday I met and fucked a woman whose Yahoo 360 page I had come across. She lives in my town and said in her profile that she'd always been straight but had a growing urge to be with a woman. She looked terrific and I thought I could perform a service for mankind by helping her fulfill this urge. I'm like Mother Theresa in that way. I IMd her and we started chatting. I called her and we continued our chat on the phone. Eventually I asked her if she was serious about this and if she wanted to do it right then. If she was in Santa Rosa, I told her, I could drive to her house in just a few minutes. She said, "yeah, I guess so." I asked her if she guessed so, or if she wanted to do it. She said yeah and gave me her address. I guickly showered and dressed and in twenty minutes I was knocking on her door. She opened the door, smiled and said that was quick, and let me in. She has a nice three bedroom house she shares with a room mate who was out of town. Irina herself is exotically beautiful. She looks like she might be Native American, but with something else thrown in there, Asian maybe. Straight dark brown hair, almond shaped dark brown, almost black, eyes, beautiful full lips. She was wearing jeans, which beautifully showed off her full hips, and a tight threadbare v-neck T, which even more wonderfully showed off her great tits.

We had some wine, sat on the sofa and started talking. I gesture alot when I talk and it is easy and natural for me to extend my gestures so that they end with my hand touching somebody's arm or leg. The next time, my hand lingers, the time after that it caresses. It takes no time at all, with a willing recipient (and almost all are) to move on to kissing and more serious touching. So it went with Irina. We were soon topless with my mouth and hands on her breasts. I suggested we move to the bedroom.

I love blue jeans. I love to wear them because they are comfortable and I love to see them on other people, men and women, because of the way they make people's asses look. But they are the hardest article of clothing ever invented for taking off of somebody else. I love undressing people, but removing jeans is just too slow and awkward. Before we resumed I asked her to take her jeans off for me. She did and
lay down on the bed. I lay down next to her and kissed her, then eagerly but patiently my mouth began its pilgrimage to her pussy. My lips and tongue paid loving attention to her neck, shoulders, breasts, and belly, but I kept my mind on my goal. I licked beneath the band of her panties, then slowly pulled them down and off of her. Her bush was trimmed but unshaved anywhere. I liked that. I was reminded that a woman with a fuller bush smells and tastes stronger, the hair retaining her aroma and flavor. I love eating pussy and I eagerly went at hers. I was slow and delicate at first, trying to be sensitive to the fact that Irina had never had a woman eating her out before, but as soon as it became evident that she was enjoying things just fine, I let loose, licking, nibbling, sucking with abandon. When we were both at least temporarily satisfied I stopped and moved up to embrace and kiss her. We cuddled and kissed for a few minutes, then I asked if she wanted to eat me. She did, and immediately headed to my cunt, passing my neck, breasts, and belly. Those things could wait, I guess; she wanted some pussy.

She hesitated for just a moment, sniffing and tasting, then started licking. In my experience, once women overcome their hesitance about actually eating pussy, they are natural pussy eaters. I think we just do what we always wish somebody would do to us. I suspect men who give blow jobs are the same way. Irina was somehow both delicate and aggressive in what she did and I responded very well to her. She stayed down there a long time, maybe a half hour, and whenever I came it just seemed to give her more energy. When she was done I licked her chin, nose and lips and we cuddled some more. When I told her it was time for me to go, she asked me to stay a little longer, then she ate me again. This time she explored with her fingers, too, fucking me with them in both my pussy and asshole. She's a quick learner. When she was finally satisfied (and I was too, oh my!), she let me go.

It was a wonderful evening. She was a beautiful woman and a great lover and I enjoyed her body immensely. The only problem was she wanted more. She started emailing me and IMing me several times a day, wanting more (she writes very well, by the way. I wouldn't at all mind doing with her some of the things she suggested we do). It's as though she had become obsessed with me. It's not that I don't understand and sympathize. I remember what it was like with me and Derek when we first "discovered" fucking. For weeks that's all I could think of was his dick, where I could put it and what I could do with it. When I was first fucked in the ass, I couldn't focus on anything else but having that cock in my ass again, and again, and again. And I was just like Irina, too. After the first time I ate pussy and went to bed with the smell in my nose and the taste on my lips (yes, I read your blog, girl), I couldn't wait to dive back in again. I still have obsessions, focusing on particular, um, beings. Right now I have a tremendous need to again be brutally fucked by a Rottweiler named Moose and ass-fucked my Karyn's boyfriend (not at the same time, though, I don't think. That particular combination just might kill me). I'm not really comfortable being the object of somebody else's obsession, though. One problem can be if she takes her idealization of my pussy and transfers it to me. It's probably not wrong for her to idealize my pussy - I'm sure it's perfect. I'm quite a flawed person, though, as you are all quite aware by now. One of those flaws is that I'm very selfesh. I don't have the time to indulge somebody else's obsession; I have my own kinky needs to feed, quite a large and voracious variety of them. I have rounds to make. And then of course, there's Kayla. She lets me get away with a lot (how's that for understatement?), but even she has her limits.

To relieve myself of this burden, I invited Irina over for sex yesterday (Saturday) evening. For the last month or so, Kayla and I have had a houseguest, TJ, a very hot and slutty bi-girl I have known and been fucking for a little over two years. TJ is a twenty year old college student who had to leave campus during winter break and didn't want to go home, so she's been sleeping on our sofa. When Irina arrived, looking oh so fucksum in what I correctly guessed to be just sweat pants and a zip up sweatshirt, I introduced her to TJ and told her that if she didn't mind, TJ would be joining us. She hesitated, but said it would be OK. My idea was that if she ate another woman besides me then she could focus on eating pussy rather than just eating my pussy. I think it was working, too. She and TJ were getting along very well (TJ is a great fuck and will try anything). She was eating TJ when I made my mistake. Seeing all this pussy spread out in front of me got me feeling kind of butch, so I sensitively fucked Irina in the ass with a strap on. She'd never been fucked in the ass before, even by a man, and she loved it. L*O*V*E*D IT! Now I happen to love being fucked in the ass while sucking on a cock; it's my favorite thing to do, but although I hoped Irina would like, or at least not mind me busting her ass, it never ocurred to me that she would love it. That as a great new thing, this would become her new sexual obsession. Being fucked in the ass while eating pussy. Looking back now, of course, it seems obvious. Who wouldn't like that, right? So my great plan of breaking Irina's obsession with eating my pussy worked, but now I'm stuck with her new obsession of her eating TJ's pussy while I fuck her in the ass.

Oh well. I guess this is just something I have to live with. Tough life I have, eh?

Friends with Benefits

2006-01-15T05:04:00.000-08:00

I came across that phrase, "friends with benefits," the other day and for the first time started to think about it. I've been familiar with it and known what it means for a long time, but never really thought about how it applies to me. Going back in through time in my head, though, I realized that with the exception of the men I work with and a couple (but not all) of the gay guys I know, every man I've become friends with in the last ten years is a friend with benefits. Every woman, again with the exception of those I work with, I have become friends with in the last three years is a friend with benefits. I have managed to so thoroughly make sex the center of my existence that I don't have friends anymore that I don't have sex with.

I'm not surprised by this, and I'm certainly not bothered by it, it's just that somehow I'd never thought about it. Many of the guys and women I meet I meet solely for the purpose of having sex with. I'm the queen of the casual pickup. I can't go to the gas station or grocery store without looking for men or women to fuck and, if I find one, approaching them with that it mind. And on the rare occasions when I actually become a friend of somebody without fucking them on the first encounter, I always end up with his dick in me or my tongue and hand in her eventually. With almost all of these people, too, even after I get to know them better, sex remains the centerpiece of our relationship. There are times when I'll get together with somebody for dinner or a movie or shopping and we don't end up fucking, but that's rare. It's far more common that when I get together with somebody we'll fuck and do nothing else. We'll talk and kiss and engage in fore- and after-play, but we're together to fuck. And now that I'm thinking about this, I don't have a problem with it at all. In fact, I'd be a lot fatter and poorer if I spent as much time eating out or shopping or going to the movies with people as I do fucking them, and I'm sure I wouldn't have nearly as much fun.

Now I'm wondering if this is going to start extending to my friends in the animal kingdom, specifically dogs, too. I've written here before about my first encounter with Maria and her dog, Les (or Lester the Molester). Since then we've been together many more times. There are a couple of things about this relationship that are unusual, aside from the obvious. One is that I have never been with Maria without being with Les too. Maria and I have eaten each other out many times now, but we have never done so without one of us first being fucked by Les. The core of our relationship is eating dog cum out of each other. Maria comes over or I go to her house, Les fucks one of us, one or the other of us licks off Les's dick, then Les goes into a corner to lick himself while Maria and I get down to swapping dog cum. The other thing is the increasing frequency with which we do this. Les is the first dog that fucked me and I was the first person Maria had shared Les with. After we first did this we didn't see each other for a few months. Then, after we all got together a second time, we didn't see each other for a couple more months. Over the last six months or so, though, we've all fucked at least once a month and lately at least every two or three weeks. After a couple of weeks now, I get to craving them. I don't know if it's Les I need or Maria, or the combination, but with the exception of Kayla, they are now my most frequent fuck partners.

Now Les has some competition, though. Thursday night one of my friends with benefits took me to the "Blues Harmonica Blowout" at the Last Day Saloon (anytime you have a guy name "Magic Dick" on the bill, I'm there). After the show we went back to his place, where we were greeted at the door by his dog, a robust rottweiler named Moose. I had met Moose before, but it was a couple years ago, before my carnal interest in dogs had ripened and before I'd begun my affair with Les. Moose was happy to see us and jumped first on Ken, then on me. Ken told him to get down but I told him I didn't mind and squatted down to pet him. As Moose started furiously licking my face and hands Ken said "be careful or he'll try to fuck you." I of course replied that that would be okay with me. Then Ken looked at me with a mixture of curiosity and maybe arousal and said "really?" With as convincing a look as I could come of with, I said "yeah, really." He asked me if I'd ever fucked a dog and so I told him all about Maria and Les. Far from disgusting him, this made him want to see his dog fuck me. He and Moose have had a rough time with women. Ken has brought a couple women back to his house that Moose has tried to leg hump. None of these women took this well and told Ken to get the dog out of the house or they were leaving. He always put Moose out in the yard when this happened. One time though, Moose nosed open the screen door and came back in the house to find Ken lying on his back on the floor in his bedroom with his date riding him. Moose tried to join in, with rather ugly results (the date didn't think much of this idea). That planted the seed in Ken's mind, though, that it might be fun to share a woman with Moose. Thursday night that seed came to fruition.

Wearing only a knee length dress and no underwear, it didn't take long to prepare myself for Moose. I pulled the dress up above my waist and lay down on the floor with my legs spread and Moose knew just what to do. He glanced at Ken as if to ask if this was okay, then dove in. After just a couple of seconds sniffing he started licking. Being eaten by a dog is nothing like being eaten by any man or woman I've ever been with. When you're being eaten by a person, they at least have some notion that this is for your pleasure as much as theirs and proceed accordingly, concentrating on the clit and responding to your moans, groans, and occasional directions. You don't get that from a dog. Moose just wanted to lick up my juices. The occasional licks of my clit were merely incidental to him, as he tried to bury his snout in my pussy. I'm sure you've noticed that a dog's tongue is longer than a person's (I've never been with Gene Simmons). This means that I had Moose's tongue farther up in me than any tongue I've ever had in me before. His tongue was as deep in me as most dicks go. Les never went at me like this. Les is pretty much an external licker. I guess he's lazy. If he could have, Moose would have stuck his whole head in my pussy. Unfortunately he couldn't, though, and after a couple of minutes of having that long strong tongue flailing wildly away in my pussy I really needed to be fucked.

Whether because Maria trained him to be that way or because it's his nature, Lester has always been a missionary position dog with me. Moose struck me, though, as a doggy dog, and after pushing his head away from my cunt and pulling my dress all the way off, I turned my back to him and got on my hands and knees. I couldn't believe how quickly he was on me. His front paws and legs tightly clamped onto my sides and at first his dick missed my pussy. I quickly guided him in with one hand, almost falling over because of his weight, and he immediately and furiously started fucking me. Moose's dick is about six or seven inches long and very thick and shaped like a, well, like a dog's dick (how do you describe the shape of a dog's dick? They're like some kind of weird tuber). And very firm. When Les fucks me, it's almost like a man fucking me who happens to be trapped in a dog's body. Moose quite clearly was a dog. A big, strong, brutal dog. He fucked me as hard as I've ever been fucked. Just as he tried to bury his whole head in my pussy while he was eating me, it now felt like he wanted to get his whole body, penis first, into me. Though it only lasted about a minute, this was as good a fuck as I've ever had. Then he came.

Dogs have a lot of cum. Some guys cum as much, but not many. Dog cum is different, though. It's a little thinner, and slicker. It smells and tastes different, too. Not worse. Just different. After he was done cumming and pulled out, I was pretty tired. He had been so rough that I'd been a little nervous and tense while he was fucking me, afraid that he might hurt me. Aside from the tremendous release I felt when he came in me, I was a bit relieved when it was over and I hadn't got hurt. I wanted to lick him clean when he was done, but I lacked the energy to crawl over to the corner where he was already licking himself off. Ken made up for it. He'd been stroking himself during our show and as I lay on my back on the floor he kindly kneeled over me and jacked off in my mouth. Then, while I was savoring that, he surprised me. He started licking my pussy.

One of the "developments" in sex that I really love is the new willingness of straight guys to eat cum. Until about 5 or 6 years ago I had only been with a couple of guys who were willing to eat their own cum, to go down on me after fucking me. Hell, most guys wouldn't even kiss me on my mouth after I let them cum in it, which I've always found interesting, since virtually all men prefer a woman who swallows rather than spits. I suspect that part of the resistance to this was the association with eating male cum to homosexuality. Starting about five years ago, though, I started meeting more and more men who were not only willing but eager to eat cream pies. I'm not sure how this has cum about, but I suspect it has something to do with porn, or even more precisely porn on the internet, and the need there to keep pushing the boundaries of sex to new extremes to compete with other sites. Whatever the reason for this, I'm happy for it. I've always been a fan of cum eating and one of my new and increasingly frequent sources of pleasure is tasting the mixture of a man's cum and my own from his tongue and lips. Now I'm finding more and more guys who will also happily eat their cum out my ass and even quite a few who don't hesitate to eat other guys' cum out of me. Now I have Maria and Ken who will eat their dogs' cum out of me.

He started slowly, as if he wasn't sure about what he was doing, or whether he wanted to do it. Maybe he was nervous about how Moose would react. Moose was ignoring us, though, and after finding that the taste and consistency weren't disgusting, Ken started licking and probing away at me with almost the same vigor that Moose had brought to the task. Ken very considerately paid some attention to my clit, though, and he soon had me cumming. Whether it was my cumming, or eating dog cum, or the combination, Ken was very soon hard and in me, fucking away while I licked at the dog cum on his face and in his mouth. Because he had just cum a couple minutes before it took him awhile this time, and after he finally came we both just lay there, too content and tired to move. After a couple minutes, Moose got up from his corner and plopped down next to us with a loud sigh. The three of us just lay there for a long time. Ken on top of and in me, Moose leaning against us. I don't know when I've ever been so content after being fucked.

So now I have a new desire, to add to my desire to be fucked by a horse, though I think this one will more easily and quickly be realized, I want to be double-fucked by a man and a dog. I think Ken and Moose may be the pair who can and will do it for me. I'll let you know.

Marie

2005-12-29T08:20:00.000-08:00

Hi. Just a brief entry here. I've run across a woman, a French prostitute named Marie, who could be my twin sister, separated at birth; her sexual attitudes and appetites are so much like mine. If you enjoy reading about what I do, you'll enjoy her, too, so check her out.

Update: Marie's blog and yahoo profile are gone now. Oh well. I enjoyed reading her (and looking at her) while she was around.

Four Footed Friends

2005-12-17T18:34:00.000-08:00

I get a lot of IMs, emails, and even comments here from complete strangers asking me if I've engaged in various wild sexual acts, or inviting me to join them in these acts with them. This doesn't surprise me; in this blog and on my Yahoo profile I've made it pretty clear what things I've done and what things I want to do. What does surprise me is that two of my friends who also have fairly explicit Yahoo profiles and who also work or have worked quite a bit as escorts don't get the same kind of messages from their "fans." I think the difference is that although they both indicate that they are very open minded and willing to experiment, I have come right out and said that I have had sex with a dog and want to have sex with a horse, that I have been ass-fucked by a bi guy who was being ass-fucked, that I have sucked a man's cum out of another man's ass, etc. Whereas they say they'll do anything, I describe what anything is. When I say there are no limits, I illustrate just what kind of limits I've gone beyond already. I've found so far that, except in one case, the only limit is my imagination.

I mentioned that there is one case in which the limit is something other than my imagination. There's something I have imagined myself doing hundreds of times, I have masturbated to this fantasy as much as or more than any other, but I haven't done it yet. I still haven't fucked a horse. I've seen videos of it, I've talked to a couple of guys (and one girl) who have horses they say they will let fuck me, I've vividly pictured and ached to feel a horse's huge cock in my mouth, drowning me in a massive orgasm, and pumping and cumming inside me, but I haven't done it yet, quite simply because I'm scared. I've been fucked by guys who were two and a half times my weight, I've been sandwiched by guys who were 4 or 5 times my weight, but a horse is easily 8 times my weight, and unlike the guys I've fucked, I'm not sure the horse would understand just what's going on and he certainly wouldn't understand how fragile I am, at least compared to a mare. Although I really wouldn't mind dying while fucking, in fact my guess is that would be the best way to go, I don't want to do so yet.

Nonetheless, I'm getting close. There have been a couple of times in the last year or so when I've almost been ready to do it and then either chickened out or something else came up that prevented it. I even went out to a guy's ranch once, way up by Willets, to fuck his horse, but when I got there the conditions weren't good enough for me to do it. It had been raining and the stable was damp and cold. Aside from that, the horse wasn't attractive enough. That may sound funny, but it was true. I've always imagined that when I fuck a horse it's going to be a young gorgeous muscular stallion with thick veins and a shiny coat. This horse was old and dusty and overweight with a sagging back. He just wasn't my dream horse, the horse I want to fuck.

This weekend, though, might be the day. There's a guy I know who has a horse he keeps up by Geyserville. He's shown me pictures and he looks like the horse of my dreams. We're supposed to go up there together on Saturday. This horse has never fucked a woman, so I'll be his first.

I'll let you know how it goes.

(Hmmmmm...this is odd. I wrote and posted this entry on 6/20/06, but it shows a publishing date of December 2005.)

Borrowing a Boy Toy

2005-12-03T11:01:00.000-08:00

So, last Friday I wanted to go see Elvin Bishop at the Last Day Saloon so I stopped by my friend Karyn's house to see if I could borrow a pair of boots she has that I really like (black leather, pointy toes, stilleto heals) and wanted to wear to the show. Guys I know just don't get this thing we women have about borrowing each others' clothes. We'll wear each others' shoes, shirts, jeans, even bras and underwear, and guys won't even borrow a coat. Anyway, Karyn wasn't expecting me, but it was fairly early, about 8, so I figured even if she was planning to go out she would still be around. As it happens, she was.

After she let me in we were just chatting by the door, when a guy I didn't know came into the room from the kitchen. Karyn introduced him to me as Lee, her boyfriend. He was a nice looking guy, dark hair, about five nine or ten, average build. I was thinking I wouldn't mind doing him (big surprise, right?). After we were introduced, Karyn said to me that there was something they wanted to show me. Then she turned to Lee and said "show her." With that, Lee, undid the button and unzipped his jeans and dropped his pants and briefs to the floor. I guess it says a lot about me and my friends that within a minute of introducing me to her boyfriend, Karyn has him dropping his trousers for me. It might say even more about me and my friends that this didn't shock me at all. What also didn't shock me, though it did surprise and please me, was what he was showing me. Hanging there, at least half way to his knee, was maybe the biggest non-erect dick I've ever seen. I looked at Karyn, and she said "go ahead," so I stepped over to Lee and took it in my hands. I was surprised by its heft. Usually when I handle cocks I'm not aware of their weight, just their size and firmness, but this one was noticably heavy. Even before I touched him he'd begun to get aroused, and once I had him in my hands he hardened very quickly so in just a minute or so I had a thick foot long cock in my hands. I really wanted to have this inside of me, as far as I could make it go. I looked at the two of them and asked what we should do next. Karyn, who was wearing sweats and a polo shirt, pulled off her sweats and said, "I guess we should all fuck."

I probably should explain how I know Karyn. I met her about a year and a half ago through the internet. Karyn's a good looking woman and very sexually active, but I guess some times she gets lazy, so she posts ads with her picture at Craigs List saying she wants to fuck one man as quickly as possible. This approach works well for her as she always has somebody at her door to fuck her within an hour or two. It's not something I would do, but it makes her happy. What she didn't expect from these ads was that women and couples would also respond. The night I responded she told me that although she was flattered and intrigued, she really needed a man inside of her, something I fully understood. I emailed her in the morning a couple days later, though, and asked if she'd like to get together for a drink or cup of coffee or something and to my delight she said yes. We both work in Santa Rosa, so we arranged to meet at Aroma Roasters Coffee, in Railroad Square, at lunch time that day.

We each just had coffee and a pastry and got to know each other. I spotted her the minute I walked in the door and thought she was an incredibly sexy woman. She has very light brown skin and brown hair with red highlights and an incredible smile. She has beautiful teeth and when she smiles her eyes smile too and the whole thing just makes you feel good. She's got a nice body; a little soft, with enough flesh to grab a handful if you want. And she has remarkable tits. Big, soft, droopy tits. She was wearing a v-neck knit top which showed them off beautifully and I wanted so badly to have them in my hands and mouth. As we talked I lightly brushed her hand with mine a couple of times. She eventually laid her arm wrist up on the table, with her hand outstretched toward me, and I caressed her wrist. As we were leaving to return to work I asked if she wanted to get together that night. When she said yes I already felt myself starting to get wet.

After work I went home and changed and freshened up, then went to the Cantina on 4th street to meet Karyn. She was waiting for me at the bar, wearing a gray skirt and black sweater, both of them showing her curves wonderfully. We had a drink at the bar, then got a table and shared a plate of nachos and each had a couple more drinks. I was playing with her hands when I asked her if she wanted to come home with me. She hesitated just a second before saying yeah. We were both parked in the same lot off B Street and I walked her to her car where I kissed her. Even though I was trembling, I could feel her body shaking too when our lips touched. As much as I love kissing men, there is nothing like a woman's soft wet warm lips. Oh my. She followed me to my home, just about a mile away, and I let her in the door and we immediately kissed again. Deeper this time, with me holding her close to me. As my hands slid up her sides to her breasts I slipped my tongue between her lips and felt hers there waiting for me. I lead her into the bedroom, where I kissed her again, this time slipping my hands under her sweater, feeling her soft hot skin.

Anyway, the rest of that I'll leave for another time; back to this story, last Friday night (hee hee hee). We went into Karyn's bedroom and Lee got on the bed. I immediately got his pants the rest of the way off him and started to lick balls and cock. I took him in my mouth but he was so long and thick that I couldn't get more than about a third of him in my mouuth. I wanted to try to deepthroat him, but there was no way I was going to be able to do that without choking to death (not really such a bad way to go, though). While I had been trying to eat Lee, Karyn had been licking my ass and pussy (and doing a fine job!). I wanted him in me so bad, so I climbed on top of him and tried to take him in my pussy. He was so long that I couldn't get the angle right and had to squat and lower myself on him. Once he was in me I was able to lower myself onto my knees. As hard as I tried, I could only get about 9" of him inside me and even then I thought he was going to split me. We fucked this way for a couple of minutes. As much as I was enjoying this, I wanted him in my ass. I wanted to take every inch of him into me.

Karyn lubed me up, then I turned around and, again squatting over him, started to take him in. He was so thick that for a minute I thought we wouldn't even get in me, but then I loosened up and took in about 4 inches all at once. I started riding him, up and down, taking a little more of him each time I came down. After a couple of minutes I could feel my ass on his groin and I knew that I had him all the way in. With Lee's huge cock inside me, filling my ass, seemingly filling all of me, I leaned back so I was lying on my back on top of him. Karyn started licking my clit and finger fucking me. Lee was so big inside of me that just with two of her fingers in me it was tight. As she moved in and out of me I started to loosen up a little bit and she gradually added a third, then a fourth finger, fucking me deeper and faster with her hand. While she did this, Lee barely moved inside of me, but with each little movement he did make it felt like everything inside me, from my belly down, was being fucked. To my amazement, Karyn finally managed to get her whole hand inside my pussy. I was having the most intense feelings now; I thought a couple times I might pass out as she slowly and fisted me in reverse rhythm to what Lee was doing. After a minute or so I became aware that she had her hand open inside me, instead of closed with the thumb against the pinkie, and was masturbating Lee through the thin walls of my rectum and vagina. As intense as having them inside of me had been just a moment before, somehow it was even more so now. Both of them picked up their pace. For them I was no longer part of the equation; they were having sex with each other inside of me, and I was more than happy to go along for the ride. My the time Lee came, deep inside of me, I was sweating profusely and gasping for breath. It was easily one of the three or four most intense sexual experiences I have ever had. While I lay on top of him trying to catch my breath, I could feel Lee slowly softening inside of me. Before he could get completely soft and fall out of me, Karyn removed him with her hands and started licking him off. I really wanted to join her, but I was exhausted and just slid off him onto the bed. When Karyn had cleaned Lee off she came over to kiss me and I could taste him cum and my ass on her lips and tongue.

This got me so excited that I wanted another ride, but my body was too spent. All I could do was lie there and join Karyn in fondling Lee's cock. After about 15 or 20 minutes of this he started to get hard again. When he was fully erect the two of them went at it. First he fucked her tits, which was a remarkable sight, with that huge cock sliding between those great tits. By propping her head up with a pillow she was able to take a couple of inches of him in her mouth. After a couple minutes of this he moved down between her legs and with her guiding him in with both hands entered her. When I saw her wince and heard her gasp I knew just what she was feeling. He started slowly, going only about half way in on each thrust, but he quickly built up his speed and went deeper until, to my surprise, he was almost all the way in her pussy. I was amazed and really turned on as her long lips extended about an inch down his shaft as he withdrew. She was almost screaming as he fucked her hard and incredibly deep and he was soon breathing hard and sweating. In no time I could see he was coming, as his eyes squinted shut and the veins in his arms bulged and he let out a long deep groan. He kept coming for a long time, his movements becoming spastic as he kept lunging inside of her. Finally he quit and just lay on top of her. I moved over next to them, pressing my body against their's as I rubbed Lee's ass and back. I started kissing Karyn, first on the shoulder, then her breast, then down her side to her hips. When Lee rolled off to her other side, I started licking their sweat off her stomach, them moved down to her pussy. I love licking a man's cum out of a pussy, almost as much as I love being fucked myself. It tastes like sex. It's like eating sex. Oh god, it's wonderful. I had to be careful because Karyn was so sensitive, but I was also very greedy, wanting to suck out and slurp up every drop of their cum, and a couple of times she tried to twist away from me. When I was finally satisfied that I couldn't get any more out, I slid back up the bed so I was lying beside her again and pressed myself close against her, just as Lee was doing on her other side. After awhile I dozed off that way. All three of us did.

I never did make it to see Elvin Bishop that night. I hope he didn't mind.

Out on the Town

2005-10-20T20:50:00.000-07:00

Every year the law firm I work for has a big banquet for all the employees. The partners, associates, clerks, paralegals, and secretaries, and their dates, all come together for a fancy dinner at a nice restaurant, all paid for by the firm. This year we did it two weeks ago, in San Francisco. Not everybody can always make it, but everybody tries. This year there were about 55 to 60 of us there. The firm hired limos to take everybody down there and back, but my date and I had plans for after dinner, so we went in my car. In other years I've gone with my boyfriend, if I had one at the time, or with one of the guys I had been dating who looked like he might clean up nice (it's a suit and tie kind of occassion). This year my date was Kayla.
Although you know I'll pretty much fuck anything, man, woman, or dog, that moves, I draw the line at people I work with. I have never fucked any of the men or women at the office. I have fucked messengers and a mail man who come to the office, I have fucked other attorneys and cops who have come to the office, and I have even fucked former clients (male and female), but never any of my co-workers. It's not that I wouldn't like to. Some of them are pretty hot. But that could only lead to trouble. Plus, once I started, where would I stop? At any time there are between 30 and 40 people working there and right now thare are at least 20 that are do-able. If I did one of them, I'd have to do them all, just to be fair to me and them. Pretty soon I'd be banging them two at a time in the library and after awhile nobody would be getting any work done.

Anyway, despite the fact that I don't fuck the people at work, I know that some of their wives think I do. And I understand that. One of the reasons I am able to fuck so many people is because I look and act like somebody who likes to fuck a lot of people. Men and women pick up on this. I thought it might help then, if I went to the dinner with somebody whom I am quite obviously very much in love with. That's why I invited Kayla. I figured if they saw me around her, and the way I act around her, they might be more at ease with the thought of me being around their husbands and boyfriends. I don't know how well that will work.

I wore a gold open backed knee-length gown, slit up the back (pretty high) with a neck strap and plunging front. Kayla's was silver, same length but slit on the sides to mid-thigh. She also had no back but she had shoulder straps. We both wore heels and had our hair up off our necks. We looked good. Damn good!
Dinner was great. Wonderful food, lots of it, and a spectacular view. Everybody had a good time. I don't often get to go out with Kayla where we get dressed up and it was cool seeing the way others were looking at her and at us. I can just imagine the thoughts that were going through the guys minds about us, picturing us kissing, taking off each others' dresses, caressing each other and eating each other. Conversation was interesting. When people asked how long we'd known each other or what our relationship was, I was pretty honest. I admitted that we lived together, in a romantic way, which I'm sure fed some of those guys' fantasies even more (and, I hope, some of their wives' and girlfriends' fantasies, too). When one of the girlgriends asked Kayla what she does, I wasn't sure what she would say, but she kept it simple. She told the truth. Well most of it. She said that she's a dancer. When pressed, she admitted that she's a dancer at clubs. In San Francisco. Strip clubs. At this point I'm sure the lids were off all fantasies.

Somehow, I'm still surprised at how far some people will go with their questions in a setting like that, so I admit I was a little taken aback when the girlfriend persisted and asked how it felt undressing for guys when Kayla is a lesbian. (Keep in mind, our group is sitting at two long tables, about 12 to 14 people on each side, with a lot of conversations going on. At this point, I'm pretty sure I detected some of those other conversations dying out.) Oh, Kayla said, "I'm not a lesbian. I love Lisa, sure, and love making love to her, but I love guys too." She then explained how it makes her feel to strip and do lap dances for guys, to get them turned on. She even went so far as to mention that some of these guys she meets after she gets off work to finish what they started in the club (she didn't add, probably luckily, that some of these clients she fucks for money). When the girlfriend asked Kayla how I feel about this, Kayla, dear sweet Kayla, bless her soul, answered that "my goodness, Lisa likes guys too. In fact, Lisa fucks more guys than I ever could!." Well, so much for putting these women at ease about me working around their husbands and boyfriends.

After that, other little conversations broke out around us, but I think I noticed more glances our way after that, both from the guys and the women at the table. From both the guys and the women, the glances were a mixture of assessing us as threats and assessing us as sexual partners. I guess it's not a bad thing. Now the word is out at work that I'm a bisexual nymphomaniac. There are worse things you could have in a co-worker, right?

After dinner, when everybody else got in their limos and headed back to Santa Rosa, Kayla and I got in our car and headed down Van Ness to the Power Exchange. I've been to the PE four times now, once with a male date, twice alone, and now with Kayla. There are advantages to each way of going. I would say most of the people you find at the PE are straight males looking for sex with easy women. The problem for them is that there aren't that many straight women there by themselves to satisfy these guys. The first time I went there, alone, that worked out very well for me, giving me an unlimited supply of guys to fuck on a night when the selection wasn't bad. I ended up fucking about 4 or five guys and blowing a half dozen more. You have a choice of having your sex in private booths, on couches or throw pillows, or even on stage. I had a little of each, although I did all the blow jobs in the booths. They forbid unprotected sex at the club, so if you want bare back sex you have to do it where they can't see it. I have to get my tasty reward after a blowjobs, so they were all bare back.

The second time I went to the club I went with a date. We had been together a few times, fucking mostly in private, but once in a parking lot and once I gave him a hand/blow job in a movie theater. We wanted to fuck in front of others, so we went to PE and fucked first on a bed with others watching, then on a stage. Both times I ended up with the dick of some stranger in my mouth (covered, damn it!) while my date was fucking me. It was a very enjoyable night of very public fucking for me. In fact, as I write this, I am very much in the mood to do that again.

The next time I went I was again alone and this time the selection of guys seemed a bit desperate. I fucked three guys, one of whom I probably wouldn't have normally, then left early. I don't think I'll be going back again without a companion. I like being able to fuck as many people I meet there as I want to, but I don't want to have to rely on the existing pool of people.

So the other night, Kayla and I stroll in wearing our long evening coats and flat shoes we'd changed into. When we checked our coats we were both left wearing just the shoes and thongs. Have I mentioned that Kayla has the best body on the planet? Great big firm tits, a great ass, long shapely legs. Everybody, everywhere turns and looks when she passes. Imagine the reaction she gets walking into a sex club wearing just a thong and her sweet smile. For an hour or so, we just wandered through the club and watched. There are a couple S&M rooms in the club and these seem to draw the biggest crowds of spectators. Even though this is a public sex club, most people who pair up seem to do so in the public booths. You get some women who will dance on the stage and you get a lot of people who make out in the public rooms, but not too much actual public fucking goes on and not too many women walk around with even their tits fully exposed. As Kayla and I wandered around we would sometimes pause to kiss, or explore each other with our hands. A couple of times I bent over and bit her nipples. As this continued a crowd of half a dozen or so guys started to discretely follow us around (okay, they weren't really that discrete, but they did keep their distance - about 10 feet behind us).

After awhile we came to a room that has about 5 or 6 tiered rows in a semi-circle. We sat there and started making out, deep kissing and caressing, with our hands eventually finding and playing with each others' pussies. I worked my way down between Kayla's legs and pulled aside her thong and started licking, sucking, and probing with my tongue. As I got into that, on my knees between Kayla's legs, my own ass was up in the air wiggling back and forth. I felt somebody caressing it and glanced back over my shoulder to see an okay looking guy at full attention with his hands on my ass. I put my mouth and fingers back to work on Kayla's pussy and ass and felt my thong being pushed aside, followed shortly by a cock being clumsily pushed inside me. Because of the circumstances I was pretty wet and after an awkward beginning the guy was soon well inside me, fucking me at an ever increasing tempo. As he did that my slurping at Kayla's pussy became more enthusiastic as I fucked her ass with two fingers. I heard a familiar noise at one point and glanced up to see Kayla slurping on a fairly short but very fat cock. This increased my excitement and I pushed my ass back toward the thrusting cock behind me and in just a couple minutes realized the guy fucking me was not practicing safe sex (for that matter, neither was the guy Kayla was blowing) as I felt him flooding inside me. He pumped me until he was soft, then pulled out, followed by a gusher running down my inner thighs. I think he'd been saving up for that all night.

There was already another guy lined up to enter me, but I'm afraid I disappointed him by moving up and lying down on Kayla, licking her tits and kissing her throat while she continued to blow her new friend. When he came in her mouth I licked what was dribbling out of the corners, but the selfish bitch swallowed all the rest without sharing (that is so like her!). She and I cuddled and licked each other for awhile (she even very considerately licked my thighs clean), then got up and moved on to watch the other guests. Although I had kind of planned to fuck Kayla on the stage that night, we never got around to it. We both got tired around 2:00 and left.

We got home around 3. Too tired to shower, we just peeled off our thongs and crawled into bed. I fell asleep with my breasts pressed up against her back, my right hand cupping her right breast, my lips against her neck. That's how every night should end.

Thanks to you all.

2005-10-18T19:01:00.000-07:00

At about 5:30 this afternoon (edt), I had my one thousandth visitor to this blog, from Baton Rouge Louisiana. That seems pretty modest compared to some websites, but I think I'm doing okay, with no pictures and only my poor skill with words to bring you all here. Thanks to each and every one of you.

And to that 1000th visitor, sorry you live so far away. I might have been able to give you a special thanks.

Something Fishy going on

2005-10-12T20:10:00.000-07:00

I keep receiving Yahoo IMs from people saying they can't log onto my new link, or they can but it's in a foreign language. The thing is, I don't know what they're talking about. I'm wondering if somehow somebody has sent out a message using my name with a link to some website.

If you're one of the people who received this message, could you tell me what it said?

Thanks!

Lisa

Menage a Trois

2005-10-06T17:38:00.000-07:00

Hi guys. Been away far too long. Sorry.

In an email, the lovely PBoy wondered if I've had any experience with shemales or bi/gay guys. So far I've not been with a shemale, though, as I'm sure you can imagine the idea intrigues and excites me and I've got that on my list (somewhere around blowing/being fucked by a horse), but I've had two experiences with two bi-guys.

The first time, a couple of years ago, I was fucked in the pussy by one of the guys while the other fucked him in the ass. That was one of the most intense fuckings I've ever had. The second time, two weeks ago, one of the guys fucked me in the ass
while the other fucked him in the ass. That was even more intense. The oral sex with these two most recent guys was also incredible. They were very good on each
other and watching them was an incredible turn on.

What was also cool was that both were equally enthusiastic for both the gay and straight sex. The first time I did this, the guy fucking the other guy wouldn't do any other gay stuff. No taking it in the ass or sucking the other guy's cock. He had to be the dominant, male, partner. He'd fuck the other guy and let the other guy blow him, but no receiving. I didn't really mind because it meant more attention he paid to me, but watching the two guys in a 69 this time was really hot. These two guys were both truly bi. They both enjoyed fucking and being fucked by each other as much as they enjoyed fucking me. And going in this time, I had much more sexual experience than the first time, so there were more things I wanted to do. This time, I sucked cum out of a guy's ass, which I had never done before. This time, me and both guys snowballed. I had snowballed with a guy before, using his own cum, but never before with a guy using another guy's cum. So it was a truly decadent, exciting night. Oh, and I mean night. The three of us went at it for hours, from about 11 at night until about 5 in the morning.

I've been with each of the guys alone since then, but not both of them together. I wouldn't mind an encore performance.

Thanks for prodding me with this one PBoy!

Update on the Slut I Sleep With

2005-09-17T07:11:00.000-07:00

So now Kayla is no longer working as an escort. Well, that's no longer her primary job. She's now working as an exotic dancer (stripper) in San Francisco. It seems to be working well for her. The money seems to be about the same, it's safer, the hours are much more stable (though she still typically comes home around 3 in the morning), and she has a good deal more discretion in who she fucks. Yes, apparently it's not uncommon for club strippers to still fuck select clients for money after the stripping gig is over for the night.

The good news for any of you is although fewer of you will have a chance to explore her pussy, more of you can see her naked and touch her beautiful breasts.

The Big Easy

2005-09-02T06:16:00.000-07:00

The scenes and stories of devastation and sufferring coming out of New Orleans this week are heartbreaking. For many people, including me, the Big Easy (what a great name!) was our adult disneyland, the place we could go to play and let our inhibitions go (yes, I do have some). My prayers go out to the survivors and I hope our government gets it together soon enough to relieve their sufferring and get them on the path to rebuilding their lives.

I had the pleasure of being in New Orleans for Mardi Gras 2001. I wish I could tell you a story about it, but it's mostly a blur of me flashing my tits (and yes, on occassion my ass and pussy too) on the streets, giving hand and blow jobs in alleys, bars, and on balconies (and a handjob on "a streetcar named Desire"), and fucking in bathrooms, bedrooms, and even a restaurant kitchen. The atmosphere was so incredibly erotic that by Tuesday I felt perfectly at ease, and wasn't bothered by anybody, walking through the quarter wearing just a grass skirt and my collection of beads. My only regret was that although I heard there was a "Girls Gone Wild" video crew in the city, we never crossed paths. I can't wait for the city to get its footing again so I can go back for a return engagement.

If any of you want to help the city out, click through here.

Missed Connection

2005-08-22T07:08:00.000-07:00

You'd think that with as much dick and pussy as I get, I wouldn't get greedy, but then you'd be wrong.

I was driving north on Santa Rosa Avenue yesterday when I spotted a girl riding a motorcycle wearing a miniskirt. At first I assumed she had a thong on underneath, but when she shifted in her seat I realized, to my great delight, that I was wrong. I honked at her and she looked at me in her mirror and I waved, then she nodded her head at me. I lost her a couple of blocks later and I haven't been able to not think of her ever since.

Anyone know a blond girl with long hair and great legs and ass who rides a yellow motorcycle? I'd like to play with her.

Chatting at Dominoes

2005-08-20T14:23:00.000-07:00

To all the guys I was just chatting with at Yahoo Dominoes...sorry, I didn't flake on you...my computer froze. That's a way too common occurance.

Nurse Thumper

2005-07-28T20:58:00.000-07:00

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

2005-07-24T14:34:00.000-07:00

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

2005-07-16T09:39:00.000-07:00

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

2005-07-16T09:06:00.000-07:00

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

2005-07-12T04:36:00.000-07:00

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

2005-07-04T10:51:00.000-07:00

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?

2005-07-02T19:33:00.000-07:00

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.

How it all Started

2005-06-29T19:40:00.000-07:00

I got an email a couple days ago from an old friend of mine, Derek. Actually, that description doesn't do him justice. He was never really my friend, he was my brother's best friend when they were in high school. For me...well, Derek was my first fuck.

Derek was at our house almost every day when he and my brother were in high school. I was just the nuisance younger sister who was always around. I never gave Derek any more thought than any of my brother's other friends, except that he used to insult me. I realize now that that was his way of paying attention to me, but back then I just thought he was an ass. When he would insult me I would tell him to get lost, or beat it, or bite me, or, if my parents weren't around and my brother wasn't around to hear me and tell my parents, to fuck off. One summer day, when he was 16 and I was 13, I told him to eat my taco. I usually didn't get the last word with Derek, but that day that shut him up. I wasn't sure why at the time.

A couple days later, when my parents were at work and my brother was off doing whatever it was my brother went off to do, leaving me home alone, the door bell rang. It was Derek. He asked for my brother and I told him he wasn't home. He asked if my parents were at home and I said no. He asked if I was home alone and I said yeah (actually, I probably said something like "no shit, Sherlock"). He asked what I was doing and I told him I was just listening to music. When he asked if he could come in, I thought it was kind of weird, since my brother wasn't home, but I let him in anyway.

We went to the kitchen where I got us both sodas and then there was an awkward silence. Finally he asked me if I remembered what I'd said to him the other day, when I told him to eat my taco. I said yeah. After kind of a long pause, he asked if I meant it. I was surprised by the question, but I think I was even more surprised when, without really thinking about it, I answered yes. He hid whatever surprise he may have been feeling when he quickly asked if he could take me up on it now. As I started to realize where this was going, I said sure. I led him to my bedroom. I was wearing my summer outfit of shorts and a bikini top and when we got to my room I just dropped my shorts and jumped on the bed. I lay down and faced him and spread my legs. He just said "wow," took off his glasses, then kneeled down on the floor and dropped his face between my thighs. I had no idea what to expect, but was really excited, and very pleased by the feeling of his warm wet tongue parting my lips. I know he didn't know what he was doing, but after a slight pause right after he started, he started exploring and experimenting, licking all around the surface and the edges, then slowly going deeper with his tongue. I just barely had the beginnings of a bush, so I we didn't have to worry about that. The longer he went and the deeper he pushed, the more relaxed I became and I really started enjoying it. It felt weird, but very good, to have someone's tongue inside of me and I started to respond. My juices started flowing and I started arching my back and pushing my pussy into his face. That really got him going, as he plunged his tongue deeper and deeper into me. I don't think he knew yet about the clit, or if he did, he wasn't thinking of it that day, leaving that discovery for a later time, but we were both enjoying the taco eating very much. It was getting him quite excited and after I don't know how long (it seemed like an hour - a pleasurable and exciting hour - but may have been only five minutes) he stopped and said "I have to fuck you." I told him I was ready.

Quite obviously, he was too. He got up and dropped his pants and I got my first sight of a penis. A fully erect, pretty good sized penis. I liked what I was seeing. He crawled up on the bed between my legs and kind of slowly, considering the circumstances, entered me. I don't know why, but my hymen was not intact and I didn't feel the discomfort some girls have their first time. I was still very wet and he was very hard so entering me went pretty smoothly. This was a good thing, because he wasn't in me more than 15 seconds before he came. It had barely sunk in that I was being fucked before he started groaning and I felt him cum inside me. He kept thrusting a long time, though, until he was soft. I wouldn't say I was completely satisfied, but I had enjoyed it and wanted more. When he quit pumping me, he lay on top for awhile, until his quite diminished dick finally just fell out of me. He rolled off me and we just lay there without speaking for a few minutes. Finally he got up and said he probably ought to get going. I said okay and watched while he put his pants on. I asked if we could do this again some time. He smiled and said sure. Then he left. When I heard him go out the front door I started playing with myself, sliding my fingers in and out of my very wet pussy. I couldn't believe the size of the puddle under my ass and how much cum still seemed to be inside of me. I lay there, slowly finger fucking myself, thinking "I just got fucked. I just had my first fuck."

After that, we were unstoppable. We were like little kids with a new toy. I started calling him whenever I was going to be home alone for a long enough time and he'd come over and we'd fuck. At first it was just missionary. He'd lick me for a few seconds, then penetrate and in a few minutes it would be over. We got more inventive, though, finding new positions (to us), and he started getting better at his licking, discovering and playing with my clit. At first we just fucked in my bedroom, on my bed. Then we moved to the floor, then standing up in the closet, then started moving around the house. The bathtub, the stairs, the living room, my parents' room, my brother's room. Anyplace we could think of that was at least a little tabboo, we fucked in. Eventually we'd fucked in every room and hallway and every closet that wasn't too cluttered. We had to do it in the garage and from there it was just a short step outside. We did it on the lawn, on the deck, in the pool (we particularly liked that one and that was the only place we did it for about a week). Then we started meeting places. I came to his house where in one busy morning we fucked on his bed, his parents' bed, and his sister's bed. His sister was older than both of us and there was something about the smell of her room, of her pillow case and her bed spread, that particularly turned me on. We fucked down in the creek, under the railroad bridge, behind the gym at the school, even on the roof of the gym at the school. We weren't boyfriend and girlfriend. We never went places together. Whenever we got together, we fucked. If we saw each other in public, or if he came over to see my brother, we just treated each other like we always had.

One day, after we'd been doing this for about 6 weeks, he asked me to go down on him. I honestly didn't know what that meant. He said a blow job. I knew what that meant, but I didn't really know how it worked, but I figured, what the fuck, why not? So I took him in my mouth and once again my life changed. As soon as my tongue touched him, as soon as my lips closed on it, as soon as I tasted his hot salty cock and felt it fill my mouth, I knew this was what I was born to do. I was only 13, remember, and we didn't even have a computer, and even if we did, I don't think there was internet porn yet, maybe not even an internet. I'd never seen a porn movie, never seen anybody give a blow job, but I just knew what to do. I licked, sucked, stroked, let him fuck my mouth, even deep throated, all that first time. And when he came and I tasted his cum, that was it. From now on, whenever I fucked a guy, I was going to have to lick his dick clean. There is nothing in life I love more than the taste of male cum. For the rest of the summer, whenever we fucked, I had to blow him first. Luckily he was 16 and could cum all day (he actually said, "eat all you want, I'll make more), and he certainly didn't mind this new development.

When school started we didn't have the time or opportunity to get together much any more, only about once a week or so, if we were lucky. Then he did something that really changed my life. He told some friends about us. Next thing I knew, other guys were talking to me. I was cute, but not exceptional. And I was only a freshman. But all of a sudden, becuase word was out that I would fuck, older guys, juniors and seniors, wanted to be with me. By the time I was 14 I had a well-earned reputation as a slut, a reputation I have spent 15 years polishing.

Anyway, that's how it started. Thanks Derek.

On-Line Fuck Buddies

2005-06-25T13:55:00.000-07:00

I've been asked in emails and instant messages if I ever meet people who find me through here, and the answer is that I don't. There's something about meeting guys through the internet that I just don't feel comfortable about. It doesn't make any sense, I know. I have oftened fucked guys I've met in bars, parks, gas stations, etc., without even knowing their names or exchanged ten words with (I fucked one guy once and we never spoke at all to each other) them and not worried about what their intentions are. I've let guys pick me up on the street and fuck me in their front seats for fifty bucks. I've met about a dozen women on line who I haven't hesitated to meet and go to bed with. My friends, Ke', Kayla, and Karyn fuck guys they meet on-line all the time (though they usually do it for money, which somehow seems a little different), so I know it's not really that risky. But for some reason I just can't get comfortable enough with the idea to do it.

Kayla's Back in Town

2005-06-19T21:39:00.000-07:00

Hi, it's me, Kayla, Lisa's friend. I've been in Southern California for the last four months or so, living at a friend's house in Malibu and working as an escort. The friend let me stay for free as long as he could have some free pussy. He's rich, smart, and not bad looking, so I had no problem with this arrangement. Despite all he's got going for him, as far as I can tell, he only fucks professionals. I met him through a friend, Ke', who met him at one of the conventions last summer. Although I never brought clients back to his house, many times he brought girls back to fuck. A couple of times he invited me to join them, which I happily did. I had been with only two women before going down there, and it was different doing it with a woman somebody had paid for. That shouldn't surprise me. One of the reasons I like escorting is the extra thrill that comes from doing it for money, for doing something illegal. The same thrill was there from the other side of the transaction.

Anyway, the guy's got some family coming to stay with him for the summer, and I guess he thought it might be hard to explain to them the presence of a prosititute in his home, so I had to leave. My friend Lisa, the owner of this blog, is letting me stay with her while I'm here, which thrills me, since Lisa is my best friend and one of my favorite lovers. She was the first and is by far the best woman I've had sex with and one of the funnest and sluttiest people I know. I don't know how many times we've taken anywhere from one to five guys home and had our way with them. I'm looking forward to this summer!

What's been happening in Thumper's Bed

2005-06-12T01:53:00.000-07:00

Been awhile since I've updated, so I'll steal part of an email I sent to "my Brit perv friend Brett" to fill you in...

I had a boyfriend for about two months. For awhile, I had been thinking that I preferred sleeping with women (that is, actually lying in a bed together and
sleeping...fucking is a different story), but after having a guy in bed with me most nights for a couple of months, I decided that nothing beats having a good hard fuck just before falling asleep and then waking up to the same thing (several times during the night).

It didn't work out, though. He tried to keep up, and he did alright for awhile, but he just couldn't fuck me enough. And that would have been okay, if he hadn't minded when I went elsewhere. When we started going out together I told him the way I am and that I would not be faithful, or even try to be. He was cool with that in theory, but the practice turned out to be something else. I didn't even do any doubles or triples while I was with him (or dogs!). I mean, how much can you ask from a girl?

Anyway, he's been gone about 3 weeks now, and although I miss that cock to wake up to, I don't miss the tension that had built up around us. My friend Kayla is supposed to move back up here in a few weeks and I'm looking forward to that. She's been down in LA since February, working as an escort, and apparently doing very well, but the guy she's been sharing a house with needs her out, so I'll let her stay with
me. I've really missed her and I'm looking forward to having her back in my bed. She has the perfect human body and the most innocent soul I've known. If only
she had a cock.

K-9 Companion

2005-04-22T20:41:00.000-07:00

I've been neglecting this blog horribly lately. I don't have time to write anything now, so I'll post an email I sent to my perv British friend Bret last October. And with this, you will all know my deepest darkest secret!

I have to say (proudly) that I have had quite a fulfilling weekend. I had a nice DP last night, something I hadn't done for quite a while and hadn't realized just how much I missed. It developed in the typical way. I was at a bar getting friendly with a guy and after we decided to go someplace more private together he told be he needed to tell the guy he had come with that he was leaving. I went with him as he tracked down his friend and after he told his friend he was leaving with me and wouldn't need a ride, I asked the friend if he would like to join us. Some guys don't like that idea, but more seem to really like it a lot, more even than having two girls for one guy. both of these guys liked it. A whole lot. By the time they left this morning I had the two of them in every possible combination, including double anal, which this time, since neither was exceptionally large, was the most satisfying.

So after they left and I'd rested a bit I was out in the yard raking leaves (it's been quite stormy here lately but is beautiful today) when the girl I mentioned who was walking her dog a couple of weeks ago came by again. I smiled and said hi and we started talking. While we were talking the dog started sniffing me, paying particular attention to my crotch (gee, what do you suppose he smelled there?) and the girl, Maria is her name, started to apologize and I told her I didn't mind, that I was actually kind of enjoying it. And then she got kind of this funny look and said that if I didn't mind he would probably like it if I returned the favor. I couldn't believe she said that. So I asked her if she knew this from personal experience. And she didn't say yes or no, she just kind of shrugged her shoulders and raised her eyebrows. I asked her if she wanted to come to the back yard and she said sure. So now I'm thinking "is it really this easy? Is it going to be as easy to find dogs to fuck as it is men and women? And if it is, what's going to hold me back?" So we went to the back yard and I closed the gate and sat on a plastic chair and pulled one of the legs on my shorts over to expose my pussy and the dog just immediately started licking. And once again I'm thinking I can't believe a dog is eating me. And he was really going at it (there was a lot to lick, too. besides quite a bit of cum still in there I was as wet as I've ever been), to the point that I actually came. And as he's doing this, she is kneeling next to him stroking him.

When we went into the back yard, I was just thinking I would stroke him and maybe take him in my mouth. I didn't plan on anything more than that. But then Maria told me I should take my shorts off and as soon as I did he was on me. He looks like some kind of labrador/shepherd mix and he is nicely hung. So, next thing I know, I'm being fucked by a dog (oddly enough, missionary and not doggy). It really doesn't feel that different from having a man in me. And within 30 seconds to a minute he was coming inside of me. Then he dismounts and goes a few feet away and licks himself and Maria goes down on me and starts licking up the dog cum, along with whatever else was still in there.

They just left about a half hour ago. Before that, the dog took a nap and Maria and I had some conventional lesbian sex. Licking, petting, finger fucking.

Anyway, now I am more of a pervert than ever before. Although, apparently no more than Maria, and god knows how many other women. I never did taste the dog's dick or cum, though. Hell, I don't even know his name. Think he'll call?

What I Want in a Good Public Session

2005-01-22T06:17:00.000-08:00

I was lying in bed this morning, thinking about my new year's eve mini-orgy, when I realized it had three of the elements I love to be present when I'm having sex. It was anonymous; I had never before met any of the three guys who were fucking me. Although they told me their names, I had no reason to believe they were telling me the truth (news flash: some guys (and girls) tell you made up names when you meet them), and I knew nothing else about them, except that one owned the house, and I didn't even know that he was married and his wife was present.

The second thing present was the potential of it being interupted, which it was, when I was just starting to blow the first guy in the garage and the second guy walked in.

The third thing was that it was being watched, though I didn't know it at the time. This is a little different from #2, in that you can be watched without the watcher interupting. That happened here, where I didn't find out we had a watcher until almost 2 weeks later. I've had sex in a number of place where I didn't know but have had every reason to suspect we were being watched. You know, front seat BJs while driving down the road (I especially love convertibles for this), fucking in parks (Spring Lake Park in Santa Rosa is my favorite for this, for all you local voyeurs) and parking lots (the top floor of the Santa Rosa downtown mall parking garage). I once straddled and fucked a guy on one of the benches along the creek in downtown Santa Rosa. When we were done there were two homeless guys watching and jacking off within 15 feet of us. That was one of the few times I wasn't inclined to invite my audience to do me next (although I did enjoy the fact that they were jacking off to me).

A fourth element that was present on New Years Eve, that I had more than 1 guy in me, is always welcome and a great bonus, but not necessarily something I look or hope for when planning a day or night of fucking.

An Introduction

2005-01-19T18:18:00.000-08:00

Hi, Im Kayla, Lisa's friend. She has invited me to come on here and share my feelings about life and my most moonlighting job, so I'll be popping in now and then to do just that. I gotta run right now, but maybe I'll be back later tonight.

Lisa Finally Gets Some

2005-01-13T22:40:00.000-08:00

As day after day passed with me not being fucked, I was craving having a cock inside of me more and more. And the more I wanted it, the bigger a dick I wanted. So I started thinking about Jim, the host of the party I went to on New Years Eve, and his 11 inches. I'd had him in my mouth and my ass, but not in my pussy, and that's where I wanted him. I can comfortably handle up to about 8" in my pussy, depending on thickness. More than that and it starts pushing up against my uterus and shoving things around. It can be uncomfortable, even painful. And that's what I was craving.

I knew where Jim lived but not his phone number. I called my friend who had told be about Jim's party, to ask him if he could put me in touch with Jim. As it turns out they work together and he put Jim on the phone. I thanked Jim for the party and for fucking me and told him I'd been thinking about him and wanted to get together with him. He asked me if I wanted to come by the house after work and I said sure, no problem at all.

When I got to his house and knocked on the door, a woman answered. She was about my height, a little older than me. She had a nice shape, honey blond hair, kind of pretty. I asked if Jim was home and she said yeah and invited me in. I stood in the front entry while she went to get him. Ten or fifteen seconds later Jim came along and said hi and gave me a kiss. He said he was glad to see me and happy I called. He'd been thinking about me since his party and hoping he would see me again. He asked if I wanted anything to drink or to clean up. I asked for some water and we went into the kitchen where he grabbed a bottled water out of the fridge. He grabbed a beer and we exchanged some small talk about work and the weather. After a couple of minutes we headed upstairs, where we went into the bedroom where he and two other guys gangbanged me on New Years Eve.

He was wearing sweat pants and when he leaned against me as we kissed it was obvious that he was ready to fuck. I reached into his pants and wrapped my hand around him and started stroking. A lot of guys as long as he is don't seem to be able to get or stay rock hard. He isn't one of those guys. The top of his dick easily cleared the top of his pants and with his shirt off reached his navel. I dropped to my knees and took about 4" in my mouth. Then I stopped and asked him who the lady who let me in was.

"That's my wife," he said.
"Does she know why I'm here," I asked him.
"Yeah, she knows you're here to fuck me."
"And she's okay with this?"
"Oh yeah. Sometimes she even watches."
"You do this often," I asked?
"Probably a couple times a month."
"Does she ever join in?"
"No, she's not into having sex with women. She just gets aroused from watching. After she watches and the woman I'm fucking leaves, we have great sex. She was watching us the other night. After everybody else left, we fucked all the rest of the night."
"How did she watch us? I never saw her in the room."
"She came in near the end, when all of us were in you. I guess you were distracted."

I guess having a cock in your mouth and two in your ass could do that to you, distract you. I've fucked a lot of married men over the last fifteen years, probably hundreds. I've probably fucked a lot more who were married but I didn't know it. I don't really care. For me, it's got nothing to do with her. All I'm after is that cock and what it can do for me. Except when I've fucked the man and his wife together, though, I don't think I've ever fucked a married man whose wife knew about it while it was happening. Never mind who watched. So this was different. Not bad different. New different. Exciting different.

"Will she watch us this time," I asked?
"Yeah, if you want her to."
"Yeah, I do."

So he tucked his dick in his sweats and left the room, while I stripped and waited for them to return. When she came back in with him we introduced ourselves then she went and sat in a chair in the corner while her husband and I got busy. His sweats were off and he was naked in seconds, and we started with a 69. Thirty seconds after I had his dick in my mouth I was cumming on his face. Some guys who like the taste of pussy don't like female cum. He liked it and licked my pussy and thighs until he had it all. The I told him I was ready for him to fuck me. I lay on my back and spread my legs high and wide and he easily slipped into my very wet and ready cunt. Though exceptionally long, he is only of average thickness, and there was no discomfort as I took him in me. As he started really fucking me, though, pushing it in as far and as hard as he could, I felt him pushing against the uterus, sometimes I felt him bending as he reached the end of his thrust, and I had the wonderful feeling of having a hard long cock fucking me again. I came twice, loudly, before he came, also loudly. His rhythm became ragged but he kept pumping until after he was drained in me and started to soften. Then he stopped and lay on top of me, sweating and catching his breath.

I let him rest a couple of minutes then told me to let him lick him off. He pulled out and dribbled on my belly and chest as he brought his limp dick, still at least six inches long, to my mouth. I gave him a thorough cleaning and saw him start to harden again. I wanted another round, but I wasn't sure I was entitled to the next one. This was when I really started to feel weird, like I was out of place. I knew he and his wife were going to be fucking, but I didn't know if that would start right away or later in the evening. I figured, since Jim was a very good fuck that I would be wanting again, that I shouldn't get greedy and mess this up, so after there was no more cum on him I suggested he should save the new stiffie for the Mrs. and I ought to be going my way. I put on my dress and stuffed my panties and bra in my purse and thanked them both. Jim walked me to the door, where I thanked him again and told him I'd like to do it again some time. He told me to count on it. We kissed and I left.

So, the great fuck drought of '05 is finally over. Thank god! The fuck that broke it was short, but sweet, and hit the spot.

Quick Update

2005-01-12T22:40:00.000-08:00

Hi everybody. I'm just here for a minute, with two brief items. I've changed the comments so that you don't have to be registered to comment anymore. Sorry, I didn't know it was set that way. And the other thing is that the great drought of '05 is over; I finally got fucked again. Details to follow.

Still no D***

2005-01-09T09:36:00.000-08:00

I still haven't been fucked. Just before I was ready to leave yesterday my friend Karyn called and asked what I was up to. I told her I was going to run some errands and do some shopping and she asked if she could come with me. I had to think about that for a second. I didn't tell her this, but my real goal was to find some guy to fuck. I normally don't mind sharing a guy, but I was feeling kind of selfish. Despite this, I told her she could come along, then drove over to pick her up. She wasn't ready when I got there, so I waited while she finished getting ready. Karyn has great tits and I didn't mind at all watching her naked from the waist up putting her make-up on. It was all I could do not to go in there and start playing with them. I exercised some self control, though, and stayed on the sofa watching through the door.

We had a fun, unexciting day, shopping, hanging out downtown, going to lunch. It was pretty nice weather when we left the car, so I left my coat and the umbrella in the car. I had on jeans and a t shirt, but no bra, since my goal when getting dressed was to pick up guys and the nipples through the t shirt look is very effective at that. I got more than I bargained for, though, when we got caught in a downpour while crossing the street, leaving me with a wet clingy red t shirt. That's when we decided to get some coffee. We went to Peet's and sat at the counter by the window, where we drew appreciative stares by guys walking by on the sidewalk. None followed up by coming in, though. Karyn and I were discussing sex and the passing people and we were both ready to share anybody who showed the least interest. Nobody did, though, and about 4 oclock we headed back to her place. We stripped out of our damp clothes and got in bed and warmed each other up. We stayed in bed until about 7, snacking on each other and napping, then went to her living room and watched a movie and had another snack.

Not a bad day, really, but I still wanted some dick. Finally, when I left her place, I headed across town to Santa Rosa Avenue, thinking maybe I could pick off somebody looking for one of the prostitutes. There was nobody there, though, no girls and no customers, and I finally went home, alone and unfucked, and went to bed. I don't think I've gone this long without being fucked since I was a virgin. Certainly not while I've been looking, anyway.

I Gotta Get Some Dick

2005-01-08T09:12:00.000-08:00

Now I'm horny. Actually, I'm always horny. Now I need to get fucked. I received an invitation from a guy in the east bay to have his soccer team fuck me, and I told him I would love to, but I need to let my ass rest for a couple weeks first. I must have been more drunk than I thought last weekend, or maybe we just weren't using enough lubricant, but I don't remember being this sore this long after being ass-fucked, even by two men at once. I'd hate to give that practice up, because I REALLY like it, but I'll have to be more careful, because this is not a fun feeling.

I'm showered and dressed now and in the mood for some stranger sex. I have to get gas and do some grocery shopping and between the two I ought to be able to find somebody to fuck. I'll let you know how that turns out.

Kayla

2005-01-08T09:03:00.000-08:00

I had a nice night with Kayla Thursday. We went to a movie, then came back to my place for a late light dinner, then went to bed. My ass is still sore from new Years Eve and I haven't had sex with a man since (unbelieveable!), but she kissed and licked me in all the right places and made me feel all better. Making love with Kayla is just unbelievable. Her body is flawless and perfectly soft and even tastes better than any other. It's almost a bonus that she even eats me better than anybody else ever has. We made love for what seemed like hours before going to sleep, then again, far too briefly, before she left in the morning. I hated to see her go. She looks so tired. I don't think she's getting any rest on the weekends. She says she loves her new weekend job and that everybody she has fucked has been great and she thinks they have enjoyed being with her. I have no doubt of that. I envy them being able to be inside of her. I would love to be a man just for a day to fuck her.

Happy New Year

2005-01-01T01:53:00.000-08:00

Ahhh, what a lovely way to ring in the new year. I had pretty much planned to go to the Power Exchange in San Francisco for New Years Eve, but I also had a few invitations to go to local parties and at the last minute decided to skip the long drive and stay close to home. I didn't know two of the hosts and knew the third only as a fuck buddy from a couple of years back who I happened to run into earlier this week. I started hitting the parties at about 9, figuring this would give me time to check all of them out and get back to the most promising by midnight. Because it was a cold and wet night I was dressed relatively modestly, with tight jeans, cfm boots, and a tight but otherwise unrevealing sweatshirt. Well, except that I had no bra on and, as I said, it was a cold night and a tight sweatshirt.
I started at my old friend's party and by 11 was at the third party, trying to decide where to go next. I was in the dining room talking to some guy who was decent looking when this very large man I didn't know walked up to me and asked if I was Lisa. I said I was and asked if I knew him. He said we hadn't met but he had heard about me from his friend Jay and had wanted to meet me for some time. Because I knew the Jay he was talking about, I could figure out what Jay had told this guy and why he wanted to meet me. Starting about 4 years ago I had fucked Jay fairly regularly for about two years and we had done about everything imaginable in that time. Apparently Jay still has a picture of me in his house and it seems he has told some stories about our adventures. This guy at the party, Gary, had seen the picture and heard the stories and was now making it clear that he wanted some of what he had heard about.
He was about 30, 6'4", with spiky hair and a short goatee and moustache, very broad shoulders and thick arms, large chest and flat stomach in a tight black t-shirt and blue jeans. I was going to have no objection giving it up to this guy. I motioned for him to bend over to kiss me and when he did, stepping closer to me to do so, I pressed my hand against his crotch, feeling a hard and growing seven inches rising along his left leg. I gave it a caress and a squeeze, then grabbed his hand and lead him to the bathroom, which was occupied. I opened the door next to the bathroom door wondering if it was a closet big enough to accomodate our needs, but it was the garage. It was a little cold, but it would do. We stepped out and I pushed him against a tool bench and immediately had his by now completely erect cock out of his jeans and in my mouth. I have probably given a thousand blow jobs, but I still feel the nervousness and excitement of the first time just before I take a cock in my mouth. Sometimes, and this was one of them, it's enough to make me cum myself, without ever touching myself. Gary was very ready and within a minute I felt him swell and twitch in my mouth and I thought he was going to cum and I was very surprised when he didn't. I stopped and looked up at him and told him I was impressed. He just smiled. I was about to take him back in my mouth when the door into the house opened and the guy I had been talking to when Gary came up stepped into the garage. Gary told him we were kind of busy here and the guy turned to leave when I asked him if he wanted to join us. Certainly not to my surprise but definitely to my pleasure, he said yeah, of course. I asked him if there was some place more comfortable we could go and he said it would probably be okay with Jim, the host, if we used one of the bedrooms. I said let's go and deepthroated Gary then put him away.
The new guy, Ron, lead us to a bedroom, then said he'd be right back. When Gary and I were alone in the room I told him he would get all the fucking and sucking he wanted, then unzipped him and took him out again. He pulled my shirt off and started sucking and biting my nipples while I pushed pushed his pants around his legs. The door opened and both Ron and Jim came in. Now I had a full house.
Gary had my pants off and was licking away an my pussy. Jim, who was short and stocky and reminded me of Ron Jeremy, came over to the bed and dropped his pants in front of my face. He had at least ten inches he pulled out in front of me. I swung myself around so my head was hanging face up off the bed and took him in my mouth. After a couple minutes I managed to take all of him in my mouth and throat.
That's when I felt Gary enter me. He wasn't as long as Jim but thicker and as hard as a man gets and he fucked me hard, pushing as deep as he could with each thrust. I had to take Jim out of my mouth so I wouldn't choke and I told him I wanted him in my ass. He was too long to take all of him in my pussy, but I could in my ass. About that time Gary came in my pussy, rocking the bed and filling me with quite a bit of cum. I told him to bring his dick to me and licked it clean, while Jim lubed himself up with some KY he had in his nightstand. I guess I wasn't his first. I had him lie down and mounted him reverse cowgirl, kneeling while slowly working him into my ass. When I had him all the way in, I lay back on him and told Ron to get his cock in my pussy. It took a couple of minutes, but the three of us got our rhythm down so that we were all enjoying a vigorous fuck. Jim was so long and so deep in me that he wasn't going anywhere, so I just had to not slide off his belly and Ron just had to keep inside of my cunt, which he did. Ron came first, adding to Gary's deposit. I had been playing with Gary's cock, with a finger up his ass, and he was already hard again. I asked him if he wanted to join Jim in my ass and he quickly moved between my legs. It was slow and a tight fit, but within a couple of minutes I had both of them all the way in me. It hurt and I wondered if they would tear my asshole, but as they slowly found a rhythm I loosened up a bit and it didn't hurt so bad. It is such an incredible feeling to have two hard cocks in your ass, each moving at his own pace. Jim came first. I couldn't tell if there was a lot, but he came for a long time. He had barely finished when Gary came again. This time I could feel my ass getting sloppy. When the two of them were done and had pulled out, I told them to let me lick them off. I told Ron, who I had already licked clean, that he could fuck either hole. While I was licking Jim off, really enjoying the taste of his cum and my ass on his dick, I was surprised to feel Ron's tongue on my asshole, licking the other two guys' cum out of me. Guys licking cum out of me is a real turn on for me, but a guy licking other guys' cum was something I hadn't run across before and I found this immensely perverse and arousing. When he was done he stuck his dick in my pussy and within seconds I was cumming, very wetly. By the time he was done I had cum again.
Jim and Gary got dressed and left after I had licked them clean, but Ron stayed and fucked me once more, in the ass this time. It was a slow, gently ass-fucking in the missionary position, and we both enjoyed it immensely. By the time we got dressed and left it was after 1 o'clock.
Anyway, I'm sitting here with the lovely taste of cum still in my mouth and that "girl's-been-fucked" smell rising up from my pussy and ass with a small but noticeable stream dripping from my cunt and I'm thinking, yeah, happy new year.

Escorting For Fun

2004-12-29T14:09:00.000-08:00

Rereading my post about my girlfriend Kayla being an escort I'm wondering now why I was so upset. Probably because, although she has been kind of a slut as long as I've known her (that's why I know her), she's never been as big a slut as me and now she seems ready to pass me up. I've always kind of taken a slutty pride in being the loosest cunt around and now she might take my title away.

I could become an escort too, but I don't want to. I don't have any moral objection to it. One of my best friends worked as an escort for about a year and did very well at it. There have been a couple of times I've picked guys up on Santa Rosa Avenue and fucked them for money. Not because I needed the money but because I wanted the sexual thrill of being a whore.

I also worry about her. You never know who's going to want to show up to fuck you. There are some sick twists out there. I've run into a couple just fucking around, but I at least met them face to face. With escorting, she's meeting guys that she has only talked to on the phone or exchanged emails about. So I worry.

Now My Girlfriend is a Whore

2004-12-08T20:53:00.000-08:00

Jesus Christ, it just keeps getting better. I checked the yahoo profile of my friend Kayla and noticed that she has a hot new picture up. Very nice. Looking around a little more I notice she has a new link at the bottom of the page, so I click on it. The fucking cunt is now working as an escort.

Now, I'm no angel and I'm certainly not a prude, but this blows me away. Kayla, though she is a slut and will sleep with virtually any man who asks her, is also very sweet and shy. This is really out of character for her. She's not one to talk to strangers; she waits for them to come to her (and they always do). I wish her well (and I have to admit, just thinking of her fucking strangers for money makes me incredibly hot) but I worry about her. She doesn't have much in the way of a self-preservation instinct. Any of you guys who fuck her better take care of her. Don't fuck with her, know what I'm saying?

Damned Jealousy

2004-12-08T06:30:00.000-08:00

Shit! Fuck!!!

I know I owe you the rest of the story about my August gang bang, and I'll get back to that, but now I have something else that's been keeping me awake.

I have fucked literally hundreds (maybe thousands) of men and dozens of women over the last fifteen years or so, but I haven't been jealous since I was in high school. Until now. Now I find out that my friend Kayla has met my friend Karyn and now they're sleeping together. I am trying real hard not to get angry about this, because I have no right to be. Since I met Karyn in September, I was sleeping with both of them at the same time, right up until last week. I guess what makes me jealous, though, is that I was the first woman either of them had ever been with and I think the only one until they discovered the pleasures of each other. Actually, that's what worries me. Both of them are immensely pleasurable. If they have each other I'm afraid they won't need me.

I met Kayla about two years ago. She has the perfect body. Long slender legs, nice hips and round butt, thin waste, and one of the greatest sets of tits I've ever seen. Overall a fantastic body. She is beautiful when she gives you a full smile, but has a crooked smirk the rest of the time which I have fallen in love with. Of all the people I have spent a night with, she is my favorite to actually sleep with. I love her perfect round cold butt pressed up against me. I love her shoulders and I love reaching over and falling a sleep with one of those tits in my hand. I love waking up and eating her, having her cum to a very warm and wet orgasm. She is the most responsive lover I have ever had.

And then there's Karyn. I saw an ad she placed in Craigslist a couple of months ago. She was looking for no strings attached sex with men and to her surprise I answered. She was unsure of being with a woman but very tempted. I broke down those reservations and she has proven to be a very able and enthusiastic lesbian. One who happens to have maybe the only set of tits I've fond that might be better than Kayla's and who has her own odd little smile. She always looks like she is amused by something that is going on that the rest of us don't know about.

And now they have found each other. Shit!!!

A Bedtime Story

2004-11-30T22:55:00.000-08:00

Last August I was in a nearby town to see a friend and while I was there buying gas I started talking to this very nice looking well-built black man named David (it's amazing how easily I can get perfect strangers to talk to me and give me their names). He was very hot and sweaty, wearing athletic shorts and a cut-off t-shirt. He said he played for the JC football team and had just come from practice. Anyway, it was a very hot day and I was dressed accordingly, with a short (but not too short) skirt and a short v-neck t-shirt. I never wear underwear and often don't wear a bra, especially when it's hot. While we were talking I was putting the gas in my car and every time I bent over, which was as often as I could come up with a reason to, David got to look down my shirt to see my tits. He asked for my phone number, which I wouldn't give him, but I told him he could give me his, so he did. I had to get paper out of my glove compartment, so I opened the passenger door and was sitting in the passenger seat to write it down and put one foot up on the floor of the car, giving poor David a full-on crotch shot. His dick, which I could see was already at half mast, shot to full attention then and I swear I wanted to fuck him on the spot (I love sweaty men). Anyway, I didn't, I finished getting my gas, told him I'd give him a call and gave him a hug. I really wanted to tongue kiss him or squeeze his dick, but I had to get to my mom's house and I knew if I did that I would just HAVE to fuck him and I didn't have time. As I drove away I checked him in my mirror and saw HIM grab his cock through his shorts. I think I impressed him.

A few days later my boss needed to have some papers delivered to a customer in the same town, about 20 minutes from where I work, and it was getting late in the afternoon, so we didn't think we had time to line up a courier, so I so very helpfully volunteered (I have to admit that David made an impression on me, too) to drive them over myself. After I dropped the papers off I drove over to the college to see if the football team was practicing. They were, so I stood and watched them for awhile. I was wearing a business like knee-length skirt and a white blouse, though I had taken my bra off and it may have been unbuttoned kind of low. I think I was kind of a distraction, because the players, including David, kept looking over at me.

After about 45 minutes the practice ended and David ran over to me. He was very sweaty and took off his shirt and pads when he got to me. I gave him a hug and this time I did tongue kiss him. When I stepped back the front of my blouse was actually quite wet from his sweat, making my aroused nipples very prominent. I told him I'd been thinking about him and would like to see him. He said he had to go to work that night but maybe we could get together after practice tomorrow. He asked what I wanted to do and I said "I want to fuck you." I think my straightforwardness surprised him, but certainly didn't disappoint him. Other players had been looking at us as they walked by on the way to the locker room, and a couple actually stopped when I told him that. I introduced myself to them and asked David if he would mind if they joined us. That definitely surprised him but he said that it would be fine. One of the other guys asked what they would be joining us in, so I said David and I would be fucking tomorrow and I would love for them to join us. I asked David where we would be doing this, and he said his house would be fine. I said that would be great and he gave me his address. I told the guys to bring as many friends as they wanted and hugged and kissed each as we said goodbye. I told David that I couldn't wait to taste his cock and have him inside me and thanked him for being willing to share me like that.

The next morning I asked my boss if I could leave early and he said that was fine, so I left work at noon. When I got home I gave myself an enema and took a short nap. When I got up I showered and dressed (very clingy short skirt, just about three inches below my crotch, and a tight spaghetti strap top (of course no panties or bra), and packed a bag with a change of clothes and some overnight things and drove to meet David and his friends.

When I got to David's house he was there with two other guys, neither of whom I had seen the day before. I kissed them as he introduced us, then gave him a big hug and kiss. He grabbed my ass and easily slipped his hand under my skirt. Finding no panties he had a finger inside me almost immediately (I was already very wet and could even smell myself). I slipped a hand inside his shorts and pulled out his cock and started stroking it.

And that's all for now, I need to grab a shower. More to cum...

Malibu Fun

2004-09-05T10:49:00.000-07:00

I don't know if I've ever mentioned to you my friend Keshon. She's a prostitute and she went to the Boston during the Democratic Convention, where she met a guy who said she could use his apartment in Malibu the week after. She asked me if I wanted to go down there with her and after checking to see if I could get the time off from work, I said "Hell yes!!!"

We drove down there Sunday and found his small one bedroom apartment right on the beach. It was perfect for what we had in mind, which was to find and fuck as many men as we could during the three nights and two days we would be down there. I'm tired now and have to get to bed, but the short story is "mission accomplished."

Just two thoughts. I love the taste of dick that has been in the salty ocean, although I'm not thrilled with getting sand in my mouth while sucking on it. On the other hand, I not only don't mind but find that I kind of enjoy the irritation of having sand on a guy's dick while he's fucking me. Adds a whole new sensation, whether he's in my ass or my pussy.

Okay, one more thought. One of the reasons I love to fuck guys with Ke' is that she always lets me suck the cum out of her pussy and ass after she's been fucked. A true friend.

Allow me to Introduce myself

2004-08-04T22:12:00.000-07:00

Hi, I'm Lisa. You can call me thumper. I am a 26 year-old white female living in Northern California. I am what my mother would have called a slut when I was growing up. In fact she would still call somebody like me a slut. It may be that behind my back she calls me that. I don't care, really, because that is what I am and it is what I love being. I love to fuck. I love to fuck men and women and I love to fuck every day. This blog will be my record of that. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I intend to enjoy continuing to live it. The adventure starts tomorrow.