10 comments/ 11488 views/ 0 favorites My Sex Diary, 2010: Ch. 01 By: jennifer_bridges Hi guys! I should start off explaining what this is (or what I hope it will be, anyway). I started reading Literotica along time ago and I figured that it was time that I gave something back to all the people whose work I was reading. Not to say that I'm a really good writer or anything, but you get what I mean. So this year I've decided to try out and write a blog of sorts on Literotica. It's not really a normal blog; obviously because it's on here it's going to have a bit of a twist. No prizes for guessing what I'll be talking about most of the time. Before really start though I should tell you a little bit about myself. My name's Jennifer Bridges. I'm 20 years old. I won't tell you where I live (not even the state) because that's actually my real name, so... heh. I'm pretty good looking (though I say so myself). I'm slim, fit, in pretty good shape. My hair's just a bit longer than shoulder length. It's a dark chocolaty-brown color. It's in good condition because I take care of it, like anyone should. I've got blue eyes. I'm about 5'7". Breast size... I'm a 34B which is pretty nice. They're nice and perky. My nipples are pink and large. My butt's alright. It's a little on the big side, but most guys like it. I'm happy with it. All that description is so you can imagine me when I'm doing the nasty. I did cheerleading in high school but don't anymore. I was a bit of a bookworm but I guess I've always been really popular. It just sounds weird to say it, but I've always had a lot of friends, and a few close friends that I love to bits and I'm really thankful for. I enjoy writing, which is why I'm doing this, I think. I started writing a proper erotic story but it's hard to get around to it every day, where as this sex blog is nice, because it will also hopefully be a place to clear my thoughts -- kind of like a diary. I've always been pretty open with my sexuality. I'd like to think I'm not a slut but I've been called one plenty before. A part of me doesn't mind it but I actually really hate being called that. It's not that I try to sleep around; it's just that when I feel attracted to somebody I'm not afraid to express it. And, honestly, it's not that I've had sex with a lot of guys, it's just that it's been well publicized I guess. So this is basically going to be what it sounds like. The New Year was kind of a perfect time to start. I think this is how I'll do it: every time something significant happens I'll write it up in all its juicy details from my perspective for you to read. Capiche? The only thing is that it still requires time to write stuff up, and maybe I don't want to write stuff up (you understand), and I can foresee missing some days when I'm just too busy. So there'll probably be a backlog at some point. I'll try to be as honest and disconnected from it as possible when I'm writing about it, okay? It's hard obviously because everything's coming from my perspective. It's already weird for me, reading back what I've written, because what I'm doing feels so dirty or... wrong, somehow. One last thing before I get to what happened today: I need support when I'm doing this. If you like what you read, please comment and rate the story, because it means a lot, and it tells me that people are reading. Obviously if there's not much response then there's no point me spending my time doing this every day. (Not to say that I fuck a lot everyday.) If you have any compliments or problems or criticism I'm fine with that and I'd love to hear it because it helps me do better as to what I'm writing. With that all out of the way, let's get to it! * * * I had my first sexual contact with my new boyfriend today. He's the seventh guy I've gone out with and I'm pretty serious about him, even though we've only been going out for a couple of days, but that's a typical attitude towards a relationship for me. He totally cornered me in my bedroom. His name's Matt. He's tall and good looking. He's the same age as me; we were born in the same month. He's not that athletic but he's thin. He's really into guy stuff. I met him at Candice's New Year party. Candice and I go way back, and I think Matt got invited because he's her boyfriend's friend, although I'm not quite sure. I might have that mixed up. We were looking at each other all night and eventually I smiled at him and he worked up the balls to come over. We really hit it off and we talked ever since. It turns out we go to the same college and he only lives a few blocks away from me. The whole situation reminds me of the High School sweetheart thing when a girl goes out with a guy who lives just down the road. It's sweet. And Matt's sweet as well. He's really caring and compassionate, the most out of any of the guys I've dated. That might be his personality or it might be his age, because 20 is usually the age where guys learn that giving a crap might actually help make the relationship easier. But mostly it's him, I think. So I invited him over to my place. I hadn't intended to get into any sexual situation with him. We talk a lot, even more than is normal for a relationship that's only eight days old. He's a good talker and a good listener, and I've already told him really personal stuff that only my closest friends know. It was just so easy to do; it kind of just slipped out. But he cared and totally understood. I had gotten sick of talking to him over the phone and texting, so I invited him over. But he didn't really waste much time as soon as we were together in getting me warmed up. Usually eight days would not be long enough for me, but with him it was completely different. And it was the way he did it as well. He didn't make a move that was crude and he didn't say something stupid. I was showing him photos of me and my friends that were on my desk. We were standing up. He moved behind me and then put his hands really gently around my waist, so that he was hugging me around my waist. It happened really quickly, and I only noticed it about a minute later when he rested his head on my shoulder and started kissing my neck. It was sooo sweet! Usually this would totally repulse me, because it would just be too quick in terms of the relationship. I don't want to say that he was smooth -- he was, but saying that he was smooth kind of makes it sound like he had some really good pick up line or something. He made my heart melt. The way in which he did it made me feel as if we'd been going out for years. It was as if he was getting ready to make love to me, and this was make love foreplay, and I mean serious make love, not just quick and fast and quiet ten minute sixteen-year-old sex. He did it as if he was my husband or something. So he's kissing me on my neck and I rest my head on his, inadvertently almost, kind of just an instinctive reaction, but this of course tells him that I'm totally into it, which I was. By the way, I was wearing a gray zip-up sweater with a tank top and a pink bra underneath, and although he didn't get my pants off, just for the sake of it I was wearing tight fitting jeans and pink boyleg panties with frills on the sides. As he's kissing me Matt starts feeling me up. It wasn't so much feeling me up as searching my body, learning my gurly curves and learning the shape on my body. Throughout this whole thing I've got my eyes closed, savoring it, because it's one of the most amazing things I've experienced. I lean back onto him, letting him hold my weight against his body. His hands move over my sweater, up my waist and to my breasts. He gives the left one a little squeeze and I make a little noise, like a murmur, that totally escapes me, but it's a noise I just had to make. While he's holding me he pulls away from my neck and puts his head on the back of mine, and he rocks me back and forth gently, so gently that it's hard to even make out. I'm totally hypnotized. Thinking back on it now I wonder what he was thinking. Knowing him, he was probably savoring it as well. While we're at this lull, I'm like, okay, now I've got to kiss Matt. So I turn around and go face to face with him. And we lock eyes. And for a moment I'm lost in his eyes and I can't move. Eventually I collapse up onto his lips, and he just starts fucking my mouth with his mouth and I reciprocate completely. Before it was that really melting passion, and now it's just heat of the moment passion, and he's down my throat and I'm down his. Somehow throughout all of this I lose both my tops. It sounds really silly, but I can't remember it happening. And when he's fumbling with my bra I stop because I'm wondering where this is going to go and if I'm ready and he kind of hesitates. I rub up my leg up against his and "inadvertently" feel that he's fully erect in his pants. (This wasn't a planned move but I wonder if it's not subconscious somehow.) I know I've got to say something. "Matt, I really like you. But I'm not ready to go all the way yet." Matt says: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean..." "No, that's fine. I'm really enjoying it, I'm enjoying this. It's just that I don't want to go to full blown sex yet because I don't want to feel like I'm going too fast." And I move my hand down to his crotch and start rubbing his crotch. His heart literally missed a couple of beats, I could see it in his eyes and I could feel it. I'm totally ready to see his cock, and obviously if I whip it out then at that point it means that it's either going to be a handjob or a blowjob, and I don't mind giving blowjobs to guys who deserve it, so I was totally ready to do that. Thinking back now, I don't know why I said anything, because it sounds clumsy, but I said, "Do you want me to..." And I trailed off and kind of nodded down in the general direction of his cock while I'm rubbing it. He kind of nods because, poor guy, what was he going to say? He'd never say, "Yeah bitch, suck it!" So I put him in an awkward position. Matt's still got his hands wrapped around my back. I reach back and undo my bra. I totally forgive him for not being able to undo it. You can't judge on those kinds of things. My boobs pop out and his eyes literally light up. I lean back on the desk and give him a moment to feel them up before I go down on him. He was a big fan of the nipples, and gave me a major nipple stand or tweak or whatever you want to call it and my nipples went rock hard pretty damn fast. That's always embarrassing if you don't want to give away that you're really into it, but there was nothing I could do. Meanwhile I've got my eyes straight on his crotch and his package has ballooned in size. It's always good to know that you can do that to somebody. He keeps rubbing my soft, supple flesh and he leans forward and we continue smooching it out. Matt -- good kisser, by the way. Confident, which is always important. I cut it and sidle down to where I'm on my knees. Matt took a few steps back to lead me over to the couch, where he leaned against its back for support. First I undo the fly and the top button. I pull down his pants and then his boxers. He was hairy, which is not something that bothers me. He was hard. He was really hard. And, pleasant surprise, his cock was longer than average. Not to do the whole typical erotic story cliché where the guys' cock is as thick as a Coke can and is eight inches long. He's probably about six, six-and-a-half-ish in inches, which is longer than the average which is about five inches. And he's probably a little thicker than average as well. I start feeling him up and it's his turn to lean back and close his eyes. He has a beautiful cock, and I mean beautiful. It's like a work of art. I really like the male penis, and I like sucking on them -- maybe a child/dummy kind of thing? So I had to go onto Wikipedia to find out actual terms for the penis so I could describe it accurately. Matt's cut (obviously). The glans of his penis, the head, was really bulbous, and was pink and shiny. The part where the skin draws back and strains along the shaft around the head was fully stretched. He has a really big bulb at the hilt of his cock and his 'Corpus Spongiosum', the bit under the shaft that's like a road bump that's really soft, is big as well. All that adds to the thickness. And even though it's not a monster cock it's veiny as well, with a few hairs here and there. He was clean as well, and he didn't smell. (Pro tip right there.) His balls are pretty big, quite dangly, and are totally suckable. My first move is always to lick at the head to get the guy going, so that's what I do. I kind of lap at it like a cat lapping at milk. He didn't have any precum going and most guys aren't that fast so it helps moisten up the head. I went slow, teasing him, because I wanted him to feel it, and I wanted to make sure that he knew he was getting something special. First I took just his head in my mouth. I stroked his cock slowly with my right hand and weighed up his balls in my left, while I jostled the head of his cock around in my mouth and explored it with my tongue. He didn't taste all that bad because he was clean. Eventually I tired of playing around (though by the look on his face he could have gone all day) and I took his shaft in my mouth. Me, the little nyx, the little blowjob expert. I start working him, and I mean hard. I wanted to stamp my blowjob authority right then. If I could get him to blow his wad in two or three minutes, and get him to blow his wad like no wad he'd ever blown before, well, that's a thing that garners respect. After a minute or so he's lubed up well with my spit. And he's oozing precum. And I'm getting turned on, and maybe wet. (Which I didn't tell him about during our post-blowjob make-out session, but I can guarantee that he probably smelt it.) I felt that I had gauged his cock and its small curve upward, so I took him all in my mouth. He moaned slightly, and I think he said, "Oh, shit," but I was so into that that I was gone. Matt put his hands on the back of my head and pushed me into him. I was prepared for that instinctive reaction from the male, so I moved closer to him and rose up a little to adjust. Soon he was pushing me back and forth with my natural head bobbing movement. A couple of times I deepthroated and took him to the hilt. Being able to deepthroat without much discomfort is one of those things which gives you a reputation once the word gets out. And my ability definitely helped people's case when certain people started calling me names. But I know the guys like the warmth and the slick feeling, so I still do it, regardless of the repercussions. I took my hands away from his crotch and grabbed his butt and started massaging it. I was in it. I kind of lose track of times when I get into it. But I was enjoying his meat a lot. I didn't look up at him but I hope he was looking down at me, hopefully in wonder at the sensations I was giving him. I pulled off of him at one point to get a bit of fresh air. A huge gob of saliva came out of mouth and stuck itself to his cock. I looked up at him. In my mind my mouth was agape, and I was totally his wanton slut, and he was looking down at me hungrily, and after a few sloppy pumps of his cock with my hand, I went back to sucking him off. He lasted longer than I thought. About six minutes in he informed me nicely that he was going to cum soon. I didn't say anything, but I guess he told me because he wasn't sure if I was okay with it in my mouth. I felt the temperature rise and soon Matt had blasted some pretty thick goop inside my mouth. It hit the back of my throat and I gagged a little, perhaps gave a little cough. He groaned. I had done well! As I pulled him out some of his sperm was still stuck on the tip of his cock, and it plastered itself across my bottom lip and chin. He laughed. I scooped it up and wrapped the sticky white string around my finger, and then offered it to him with a smile. He laughed and backed off, said, "No way!" emphatically. His soft-stiff cock bobbed about as he moved. And, like the slut I apparently am, I stuck the finger in my mouth and licked it clean. I now regret it -- I hope I didn't look bad or worse off for it in his eyes. But he seemed happy, so that was good. And I was happy as well! Next time I'll be less heavy on him and let the moment last a little longer. I put my bra and tank top back on and we lay down on the bed together, him with his cock out. Once he'd tested the waters to make sure my mouth didn't taste too much like his spunk, we went back to eating face again. And deep inside I was on fire. He spent a few more hours with me. He told me how much he enjoyed it, and stroked my hair, which I like. And I told him I was happy that I made him happy, and that I wanted to see him more often, even though that was a weird thing to say because we'd been going out for eight days and had seen him for most of those eight days. I guess what I meant was that I wanted him more often, but I couldn't say it, and I'm pretty sure he understood. I would have spent a lot more time with him that night but I had to go to work. (I'm a waitress at a popular restaurant in town. Yes, it's popular because of me. They serve food as well. Wink, wink. Just kidding.) * * * Should I bore you with the tale of how when I got back home I felt myself off? It seems kind of weird to describe it, and I'm not sure I really want to, because I used my fingers and it's kind of intimate on a really personal level. Not that sucking off a guy that I really like isn't, but you know what I mean. This has run long though, so I won't regale you, dear reader. Maybe I'll save it for another time, if you're nice. It started by rubbing myself impatiently. Then eventually I got in bed and just crammed a few fingers between my lips and thought of Matt. There. That's enough for one entry. * * * Remember to send me your feedback so I know if there are people out there who want to hear more! Or you can just vote. My Sex Diary, 2010: Ch. 02 EPISODE 2: FOR THE WEEK OF 11 JANUARY Hi guys! Before I start the entry, I want to say thanks to all the people who sent in comments privately and on the website. I got a ton, and I was almost overwhelmed by the amount when I opened my inbox the day after the story was posted. Keep sending in feedback! Stick around after the main body of today's entry for some public service announcements that I have to make. And if you haven't checked out the first entry, please do, because there's some detail about my life in there which I do not repeat here. * * * This week was a low-key week, and it was a great week relationship-wise. I'm feeling really good about everything. Life gets pretty high-strung at times because there's a lot to do, or at the very least it feels like there's a lot to do. All of the sexy stuff I'll describe today took place on Monday. I went out with Matt after then (obviously), but for the rest of the week we didn't have any sexual contact because I've been on my period. Lately I've felt a lot more charged about my relationship with Matt, and everything seems to be hurtling past me way too quickly. I think it's due to how easily Matt and I get along. He fits across my heart as tightly as a glove, which sounds really corny, but it's an accurate representation of how I feel. I haven't looked back once after our very first date, and even though the seriousness of our relationship is growing a lot faster than I would normally be comfortable with, somehow I'm fine with it, and it's because of him. Something I didn't make clear in the first post was that I live at home with my family. I thought that was really uncommon, but it's actually a fairly common thing for people that live close to college like me, because it's just easier having everything prepared at home, and not having to pay for any extra costs. Matt lives at home with his family as well, though he's Italian, and from what he tells me his family is super tight-knit. (He's an only child. His parents are holidaying in Hawaii... sooo lucky to be out of the cold right now.) Mine family's close too. Were typical statistically, that is, two parents and two kids, me being one of them, and my sister Becky, who's sixteen, being the other. She's really cute. She's in that difficult adolescent phase when you think you're out of the adolescent phase but you're actually not. It was around last year when I noticed her grow sexually, especially in the way she acts. All that has a part to play in the funniest thing in the world for me at this moment; that is that Becky totally hits on Matt almost one-hundred percent of the time. So, Matt's come over about three or four times by now, and every time he's over she's a total flirt. I have never seen her behave like this before -- not even when she's with her group of friends and they're pretending to be twenty-five-year-old trailer trash hoes. I don't take it badly. She's just young and awkward, and Matt finds it really funny, because she completely lacks subtlety. Just... some of the stuff she says just makes my jaw drop. And Matt totally plays up. He, like, loves it. He was teasing me the other day, saying that she was an appealing prospect in the event our relationship ended up not working out. No worries on my part though, because he's the one initiating all the new directions in our relationship right now. As I said, all the following detail takes place on Monday. So, Monday night Matt took me to see Avatar in 3D. It was pretty good. I wasn't expecting much but I definitely walked out with a smile. Matt was telling me how they're making 3D TVs right now. Top Chef in 3D? Sold! But I think I missed some parts of the movie, so that might have hampered my enjoyment of it. We were sitting in each other's arms most of the time, and Matt might have had his hands on me on some inappropriate places during some prolonged periods of time near the end of the film. As I said last time, this relationship -- the fact that we live close to each other, and the fact that we were totally making out at the movies -- makes me feel like I'm still in high school. It was late-ish when we got out. He wanted to take me to dinner, or somewhere to get something to eat, but it was around 9 or 10 in the evening. That's a weird time to eat something heavy. And I wasn't hungry. And I wanted to go back to his place, which was empty. Matt didn't actually like Avatar that much. On the ride back to his house we talked about it. But, as I said, I suspect we weren't paying full attention to the film. So we get to his place. (This is the bit I know you've been dying to hear, by the way.) We sat down at his kitchen table, and he started making coffee. They've got this super technical coffee machine. And the coffee was actually really good, pretty much to the level of a good coffee that you might buy from a good vendor. At first we drank them silently, staring over the top of our mugs at each other. Then he pulled me over to this massive couch in the main room, where we sat next to each other, me literally glued onto him under his arm. I purred, with my head against his chest. "I think it's time that we talked about becoming more serious," I said. "As a couple, I mean." "As in how we see each other, how we treat each other... what do you mean?" He flicked at something on his trousers. "I mean..." And then I laughed, and I looked up at him, and I smiled, and he looked down at me, smiling too, and I said: "I mean I want to have sex with you. But not today." "You want to have sex, but not today," he repeated, with a giant grin at the ironic sentence. "Are you ready to become more serious?" I asked. He replied that he was moving at my pace and that he didn't want me to rush just for his sake. But I'm not rushing. "I would have been ready a week ago," I said. "But it's just the idea that a relationship should be slow, and patient, and held back that's slowing me down. But I'm totally ready for you. I was ready on day one." "Okay," he said. He kissed me, a full blown kiss, a meeting of faces. I always melt when he kisses me. I also linger in his eyes, like a moment of weakness where he traps me and I can't escape. Not that I want to escape. Secretly he could have taken me then if he wanted to, but he has more respect for me than anyone I've known apart from close friends and family. He's wrapped round my finger, and I'm just as much wrapped around his. When we're done with our embrace, I explain that my period's coming up and I don't want to have penetrative sex, and he was fine with it. He told me that he wanted to know about everything then, so I told him. And I'll briefly fill you in too, just so you know. Obviously this is not something that I would go around telling everyone about, but for this special case, you basically need to know due to some periods of sexual "silence". So consider yourselves lucky! I'm super thankful that my periods run like clockwork; actually, more precise than clockwork. Clocks fall out of sync often but I don't. It's some kind of supernatural thing. My period starts on either the thirteenth or the fourteenth of the month and clears dead on the seventeenth. They're generally light, and I don't feel too many changes. As I say, I'm super thankful. I was feeling normal on Monday, which was the eleventh of the month. So I could have taken Matt in for the first time in our relationship, but I feel like it's better to bypass the period entirely and enjoy a long unbroken stretch until the next one. As it turns out, we still played with each other some, anyway. Matt was really receptive of everything. I really feel like I can tell him if I'm not feeling well and I don't want to have sex. I feel like I can talk about those things, and that he'll support me. I've never felt that with any other guy before. It's really something special. We made out again once we'd finished our coffees. "I want it more than you do," I said playfully to him, a statement which he disagreed with, so he went ahead and kissed me. And we fell into the make out honey pit, where it's just kissing and cuddling, and it's almost impossible to get out of. "No sex, but we can still play around," I said. And with that he carried me up the stairs to his bedroom, and placed me down on his bed. "You know, you've been good enough to blow me off a couple of times," Matt said. "How about you sit back this time?" I grinned back at him, which was all the answer he needed. "You're not on your period yet, are you?" "I'm all yours." I got up and pushed him down on the bed. I wanted to go on him. I don't actually mind top or bottom, either way, but if you asked me which one I prefer then I would definitely have to choose top. Maybe it's a control thing? I'm not sure.Matt just stared at me as I removed my clothes. I was wearing a generic light blue top and a frilly blue miniskirt that reaches about mid-thigh. Probably a bad decision because it was really cold out, but, whatever, seduction, you know? Matt gave me his jacket, so it was fine in the end. Underneath I was wearing a matching pair of cream cotton bra and panties. He was half sitting up, half lying down against the headboard of the bed. I knelt on top of him, above his waist and lost my top and bra. I guess I might have been doing a silly dance? It's kind of embarrassing to recall, but he was definitely enjoying it. He rested his hands in the arch of my back and pulled me toward him, taking one of my nipples into his mouth. Matt's a tugger. He certainly goes for the nipples. Some guys like to lick or "nibble", but he's the full thing. He took it all in his mouth and used his lips to push down and his tongue to lap at it. There was something electrifying about it: no one I've ever had sex with has quite been so focused on my nipples. He did do a tour of my breasts with his mouth, going for the underside of them in particular where they're velvety soft. Mine are totally perky, and bouncy, so maybe that's why he was totally fixated on them. At one point I asked him if he was a breasts or butt or legs guy. "How about all of you?" he said. Which was a total cop-out. But I did appreciate the answer. I had to push him away so I could take the rest of my clothes off. I realized that this was the first time I showed him the rest of my body -- I hadn't stripped down fully before then. So, after a few flicks of the miniskirt, I took both bottoms off. I had shaved all my pubic hair before going out with him. Pubic hair always varies for me. I don't maintain it like some girls do. It grows pretty slowly if you don't shave it often, so it's not like it's a big hassle, but I do like a little hair. I usually leave just the hair directly above. I don't like how hair all over the place looks. But when I know I'm going to have sex with a new guy for the first time I always shave. Some guys might like pubic hair, but quite a few guys don't, while no one I know hates a shaved pussy, so it's always a safe option. "You shave?" he asked. I got back on top of him and pushed his head back, getting ready to mount his face. Total dominatrix! "I can. Do you want me to?" "I actually don't mind," he said. "Whatever's most comfortable for you. I go through phases. Sometimes I like it shaved, sometimes I like a full bush." He shrugged and grabbed my ass. "What about you? Do you want me to shave?" "I'm the same as you," I said. "Though sometimes when I shave I find that hair on a guy feels a bit weird, like it's prickly or something, you know? But we'll see how we go. If I shave for you, you might have to shave for me." He drew me into him. First he rested his head on my crotch, kissing me everywhere apart from my pussy: navel, thighs, undercarriage, everywhere. He said something about how he liked the way girls smelled. I called him a perv, and then he both laughed. It's that typical image of a guy sneakily going through some girl's laundry basket and sniffing her dirty panties. It's just so dirty, but funny at the same time.And then he kissed me. I haven't described my vulva yet. I've got a pretty big mound, and it gets quite swollen when I get in heat. I get cameltoes quite often, and it's not as great as many guys seem to think it is, especially when you have to be really conscious of it regarding clothing, at the beach or at parties or where-ever. The same goes for really hard nipples, and I've got a double whammy on that part, but there's nothing I can do about it. It does make the sex better, though. My labia don't protrude that much. They don't curl in but they aren't meaty and all sticking out either; it's a middle ground. My clitoris doesn't protude a whole lot and some guys are terrible at finding it, but Matt (luckily) knew his way around straight away. Which means he's got past experience, and I'm sure those girls loved him, because on the giving head front he's absolutely amazing. Matt kicked it off by small, soft and wet kisses smack bang in the middle. I immediately rested my head on the wall and just looked down at him, because I knew I was in for a ride. He progressed to little licks at my slit, and he pulled me down to where his head was right between my thighs and I was right on top of him. He licked from the bottom, going all the way to the top, and then he went from the top to the bottom, and like that for a minute, eating up the outside of me, like he was sawing away at me. I couldn't stop my eyelids from flickering. The feeling was unbelievable. It reminded me of one guy that I dated that was really good at giving head, and that was all he wanted to do. It was weird, actually: he didn't want me anywhere near his cock; he just wanted my pussy with his head. It didn't work out, but he had mastered his trade, and so has Matt. The sensation he was working out of me hadn't been brought about by a guy for years. With a thumb and some more fingers he got to my clit and it was that point where my mind left the building. It sounds corny and totally stereotypical of erotic stories when I say that, but that's how it happened. I just let myself feel him, blocking out everything else. Two more things you should know about me, as you're getting to know more about my body (actually, three things): I get wet pretty easily, and I get wet a lot -- outer lips, vulva, inside, all glisteny, but only when a guy knows how to get me off right, and only if I'm really feeling it. I moan pretty easily when I'm in the height of sex. I'm a soft moaner, and it's more of a cry of pleasure. Sometimes I get pulled out of it and I can hear myself moaning, and it's really surreal, because you realize that you've got no control of the sounds you're making. It's like I get hypnotized or something. Finally, I take time to reach orgasm. It's extremely satisfying, and I almost love the build-up to orgasm just as much as I do the orgasm itself, but I do take time, and when a guy isn't patient or can't control himself it gets really frustrating. I haven't let Matt get inside me as of when I'm typing this, but he's a god with his tongue, I know that much. There was a point when I came out of it and I realized he had his tongue all the way in me, with his lips all over my lips. I suddenly felt really wet and really sloppy. And I started driving down onto him. We locked eyes and I took my hands off the wall where I'd been resting and cradled his head. I might have pushed his head into my pussy (with a wry smile). But I'm sure he didn't mind. He massaged the other parts of me with his fingers. My clitoris was getting some major attention, as were the outer lips. They felt bloated, and I was really hot. And I must have been moaning (though I can't remember), but there was no one around other than us, so there was nothing to worry about. Nothing I did seemed to matter to him. It was a long way in when I realized that I'd been squeezing his head with my thighs, but he just kept thrashing his tongue in me. I let him go but I couldn't help push his head further into me. I hope he enjoyed how I smelled then, because he was getting a massive load of me! That, and his nose was glued to the top of my pussy. It felt amazing as we licked the inside of my vagina through my hole, the walls, everything. He kept ringing his tongue around. I haven't told anybody about me doing these write-ups yet, but I really hope I've done his service to me justice with my description. The only problem is that I just couldn't pay attention; he was too good. Eventually I came, maybe after ten to fifteen minutes. I came hard, completely out of passion for him and the fact that I was with him and it was him eating me out, rather than for his ability to eat pussy (though he is very able). I've been told that I emit a lot of the same personal lubricant when I come, but I certainly don't squirt. It's more of a seeping-out of girl-cum, I guess. (The term girl-cum is so hawt.) Matt's face was a mess when I finally pulled off of him. We both shared a good laugh over it. From the tip of his nose to underneath his chin his skin was smeared with some mixture of my fluids and his saliva. It glistened against the light. I ran to the bathroom to get him some tissue paper. "Did you enjoy that?" he asked. He rubbed my pussy, still extremely wet, with his hand as he looked up at me. "That was... amazing." (I was panting, and couldn't speak properly.) I kissed him. It was really strange -- he definitely didn't taste normal. There was something like an extra tang or an extra savory taste there, though it was faint. I hadn't tasted my fluids before, so that was a first-time experience. It tasted similar to how men's precum tastes, though maybe a bit sweeter? I don't know, I didn't get a full go of it. "We're even now," he said, "for all the times you blew me off." I teased him. "Did you like the taste? Did you like the smell?" "You taste beautifully. Just like every other part of you. Do you want to go again?" I was really surprised that he asked, and of course I said yes. He said that he needed to ask me a favor: that if neither of us did something about his cock he was going to explode. It was a funny way of putting it, but I hadn't realized that he'd had an erection for most of the time I'd been enjoying him. I was more than happy to help him out with his problem. He told me to flip around so I faced the opposite way, and soon I found myself in my first ever sixty-nine. The fabled sixty-nine, right? It was sooooo good, once again. I told him that he didn't need to make me cum again, because I didn't think it would be possible. And I would be going all out on his cock. When I pulled down his pants and boxers, I saw that his cock was big, hard, and red, and I mean really red. It had been strained the whole time. He even had precum going. I scooped up the drop of liquid with my finger and rubbed it into his cock's head before taking him all the way into my mouth. In the days before I'd given him blowjobs pretty regularly, similar to the first one I'd given him (which I described in the first entry). Now I really went all out on him. I started out by squeezing his balls, though way too hard, because he grunted, but other than that he didn't say anything. I chose to go for the jackoff/blow combination, pumping the bottom of his penis and the base and blowing the top. I had more than enough saliva and soon I was as messy on his end as he was at mine. Spit covered my mouth and was dribbling down his cock. I bobbed up and down ferociously, but I just could not get him to come -- it was amazing. Maybe it's a thing where the more strained the penis is (or was) the longer it takes? It definitely took longer than the other times I'd blown him off, but at the same time he was the most into it he's ever been. I shouldn't neglect to mention that during all this he was once again going to town on my poor little pussy. It was raging hot, and I was totally aroused. Eventually I got him to blow his load. His spunk was warm and a lot more dilute than before, probably from all the precum. I kept sucking him all the way down until all the blood in his cock had drained away. My Sex Diary, 2010: Ch. 02 He didn't get me to cum again but I was more than happy with the first time. We cuddled together on his bed afterward. I was going to leave to go back to my place, but he persuaded me to stay to sleep with him. By the way, that's one of my "pet peeves": why do people say "sleeping with" when they mean "having sex"? I slept with Matt afterward; literally I slept in the same bed with him until we woke up in the morning. But we didn't have sex. I don't get why people use it when they're referring to sex. Maybe it's a phrase evolving-over-time thing. Before we got under the covers he threw my panties back to me. This is funny. Send me feedback and tell me if this is normal for a guy, because I've never been asked to do this: he asked me to wear my panties while I was still naked and while I was still wet, and said he wanted to keep them. So that all the smell and wetness and whatever could soak in. It was in parts sweet, funny, and completely perverted, but so awesome. He's got that pair of cotton panties now, somewhere in that room. And they were part of a set, too! They're totally dirty around the crotch, they smell really funky, and I just imagine him sitting back, sniffing them and jacking off when I'm not around. I wonder how many other pairs of girls' panties he's got collected. :) * * * So that was my week. As I promised, a couple of public service announcements: - In the first post I said that I was going to do one of these every day or every time I had sex, but I quickly realized that it's just too much for me to handle. Instead I'll do one every week, so by the end of the year you'll have fifty-two episodes of me getting wet and having passionate, passionate sex, hopefully all with Matt. (I don't want to jinx it.) This also will hopefully help avoid the stories become too repetitive. I'm not willing to do crazy stuff just to be able to write about it, but I think I'm going to explore in bed a lot more than I have with past relationships. I've been inspired with some of the stories I read on here in the past, and now's a great time to try them with a guy who, by all accounts, is amazing in bed so far. I can't wait to have some real fun! - Thank you again for all the awesome feedback you guys sent me! It was all really flattering and overwhelming and please, please, please send me more because I like reading it. And please rate the stories, even if you didn't like this one as much as the last. Send feedback and tell me how I could improve. I like all criticism, just as long as you don't insult me. :) - Also, I hope I answered some of your questions in this post. Many people sent me questions about how I respond to sex, and asking me to describe how I looked more as well. If you've got any other questions, or, again, suggestions or anything, please send them in. My Sex Diary, 2010: Ch. 03 ENTRY 3: FOR THE WEEK OF 18 JANUARY Hi guys! Sorry I'm late on the draw with this entry for last week. There's a ton going on; lots of exciting stuff. As always, allow me to remind you to keep sending in comments. I've got a bit of a frowny-face going on for last week's entry, because I got many fewer comments and many fewer ratings than on the first entry. Please, please, please, please leave a rating, even if you hate everything below, and please consider leaving a comment as well, even if it's a one-word thing, something like "Good.". It means a lot! If you haven't checked the previous entries, please do, because there's some detail about my life in there which I do not repeat here. * * * It was a big week this week. It was massive. Both I and Matt went in really loaded, with super big expectations. I can't help but feel that I was more hyped up about us having sex than he was. I've said it before -- this relationship makes me feel I'm back in high school. But I've never felt so... well, 'giddy' about things. I hate the word, but it's a good description of how I felt. I had butterflies in my stomach, but I was also jumping up and down, totally ready to go. It must sound kinda crazy, but I couldn't even sleep at night. We didn't see each other on Monday. Matt's parents were due to come back on Thursday, so we had a lot of time to spare. (My place was, of course, occupied by my family.) Matt actually invited me over on Monday. I ended up going over on Tuesday. I lied to him, and said that I was busy Monday night. It wasn't that I didn't want to see him or anything like that -- almost exactly the opposite. It wasn't even a period-clearing thing, the day after, whatever. I actually wanted to build up my body's expectation of what was coming. I was totally lusting the whole day. Thinking about him, thinking about what was going to happen... the whole deal. Sarah, my best friend, called me on Monday. She's having a birthday party on the 1st of February. We had fun talking about it, and I helped her plan it out, so that took up a lot of my time. I had already coordinated with Matt on the birth control. He sat me down once it was clear that we had become a bit more serious and explained to me that he wasn't a fan of condoms. And then, in a very diplomatic and round-about way, he asked me if I'd consider taking some sort of birth control. I was fine with that, and agreed that I would see my doctor about getting back on the pill. I've already been on the pill before with other guys, so that's never really been much of a problem for me, and it doesn't effect me in any weird way, as far as I can tell. And I can totally understand his side of it. It's always seemed to me that condoms are off once a couple becomes serious, anyway. It's sort of like a rite of passage thing, I guess. From the start of dating, I made my mind up that if I liked a guy a lot I wanted him in me naturally. Condoms don't play a massive difference in terms of feeling from my perspective, but Matt explained that he basically feels it cramps his style. And I want him in me anyway. No problems! We both vouched for our clean bill of health regarding STDs. And we both offered to go to the doctor to get a check up and blood test -- we both assured each other, though, that tests weren't needed, and that we trusted one another. I don't regret that decision, and I know we're both totally fine in that regard. But I remember getting pretty brainwashed from classes in high school about always getting checkups before each relationship gets serious, and whatever. So I still think about it. But we'll be okay. On Tuesday I woke up and the anticipation was killing me. I've never yearned for somebody as much as I was then. It was almost hard to function on a basic level. When I get nervous before a big event, like public speaking or something, the throat always feels as if it's tightened, and it gets hard to breathe and swallow. And that's how I felt then. I went over in the afternoon, at about 6pm. I was practically jogging down to his place. And all the while I was thinking about how to approach the situation. It's never easy, and I know, never over think it, right? But sex usually happens naturally. Like, you're making out and things just naturally spiral into sex. But I was going over there for the express purpose of having sex with him. I knew it, and Matt knew it too. And it wasn't like I was going to step inside his house and just strip my clothes off. There had to be at least a little bit of tact involved. So I got there and rang the doorbell and Matt opened the door real fast, like he was waiting for me. I shouldn't have worried that much, because it happened naturally -- totally straight from make-out into sex. As I stepped from the cold into his really warm house, I fell into his arms. We started kissing each other, feeling each other up, right there and then. It was something like 40 degrees out, blistering cold (at least for me... too sensitive?), so I had a lot of clothes on. We held each other in the hallway there for quite some time, just kissing. Maybe he was trying to get me warm, because I was quite cold, despite him having all the heaters going in the house. When it's winter, it's winter, you know? But it was a nice feeling, as it always is: lots of rubbing noses and light pecks. Eventually he carried me up to his room, up the stairs like last time. And he set me down on the bed. (By the way, I looked for my funky panties that he stole. No where to be seen. I swear he's probably got a box or a briefcase full of girls' panties that he's pilfered over the years. If I find his stash, I'll let you know.) As we sat on the edge of the bed we made out some more. I was getting hot and wet, and he was getting into it as well, both of us in anticipation of what was about to go down. I stood him up and started stripping him down, and he did the same to me. By the time I'd gotten him naked he had me topless. Here's your homework for this week, readers: mail me through the email feedback system Literotica has and tell me what your pre-penetration sex routine is. You know, do you do the porn thing of "girl gives guy prolonged blowjob/guy gives girl head for about thirty seconds/then sex" or do you go straight into sex? Anyway, I was about to go down and give Matt a foreplay blowjob when he stopped me and turned me around. He released the top button of my jeans, rested his head on my shoulder, stuck his hand down the front of my pants, and proceeded to rub my super wet pussy. It was like I was scratching an itch, this amazing release, and totally in this illicit way, too, with his hand down my pants, frantically rubbing at me and fingering me as if we were about to be caught by someone. With his other hand he weighed up my breasts, caressed them. After some of that, I stepped out of my pants and panties. "I want to taste you," said Matt, which was a pleasant surprise, because most of the guys I've been with rarely reciprocated with head before sex. He spread me across his bed, and draped my legs across the edge. I parted them, offering easy access for him. I wondered if we were going to fuck on top or under the covers. And then he lapped at me. And he didn't go slowly, either. He stuck his tongue right in me, with his mouth right against my lips, his nose embedded in my skin. With a finger he mashed on my clitoris. He got me hotter and hotter, and he'd only been going for a couple of minutes. I guess that's what they call the power of suggestion, because I felt like I was going to explode. I was emitting a lot of vaginal fluid, I knew that. I had totally creamed all over his face. Eventually he stopped and threw the covers of the bed open. "Get in," he growled. His voice was completely full of lust. Matt had shaved, by the way. Since I had shaved, I asked him to shave too. Sometimes bare skin against soft but prickly pubic hair can feel a little weird, and can be off-putting. I got in his bed, and he followed me. I was so wet. I was soaked. I guess that's a positive -- no need for lubricants. He got on top of me, and I spread my legs underneath him. I could feel him positioning his cock. His cock head sat on the lips of my vulva. He paused, as if he was trying to soak up my vaginal fluids with his penis. He asked me how I wanted it: fast, hard, slow, soft. I knew that I was still tight-ish. I hadn't had sex for a while. I was definitely wet enough to accommodate him, but I still counted on there being some discomfort, at least initially. I told him (and this is really corny and campy, so get ready) that I wanted him to make love to me. And he interpreted that correctly, that is, he went softly and slowly. And he fucked me. He rested his head on mine. We looked right into each others eyes as he began to slid into me slowly, so slowly. I could feel that my mouth was open, agape, as I melted beneath him. He looked determined, as if he had a task sheet, a list of goals that had to be accomplished in order: he was going to do me, make me come, and then come himself, deep inside me. I fantasized about him getting me pregnant. That fantasy -- or rather that image -- that I think is common while people have that slow, meaningful sex. There's something that's deviant about that fantasy. I don't want to fall pregnant (yet). But the image of his sperm splattering all over me, deep inside me, filling me up is one of the most arousing fantasies I've ever had. Matt's cock parting me was an amazing feeling. Of course I'd felt it many times before with other men. But this time it was a ginger feeling, so soft, so careful, and so tender. I felt his head sink inside me first. I heard myself moan a little, and I closed my eyes. He kissed me. I imagined his cock straining back as he sunk all of himself into me. It was slightly uncomfortable, just a little niggle as I adjusted to him. The walls of my vagina were wrapped around his cock like a glove. I squeezed down on him mentally. I wanted to feel every vein on his tool, every movement he made. He was burning hot. He held me as we did it. He stroked my hair, and we never stopped embracing, kissing. When we couldn't kiss because it felt too good we just rubbed our heads against each other. He went slowly, like I had suggested. Matt's definitely bigger than average, as I've mentioned before, but not by much. He's bigger than, say, about ninety-five percent of the guys I've had sex with before. Only one guy has been longer than him. But that's only on paper. The feeling a man generates is so much more important, for me at least. Matt, for all I knew, was King Kong, with a schlong long enough to hang over his shoulder. As he retracted and inserted himself in and out of me, over and over again, I could feel my labia hanging on to him for dear life. At first they were slow strokes. They built up the anticipation of what was to come. It was tantalizing, almost. Our bodies once stuck to each other, but under the covers we were too hot, and we were both totally coated with sweat, Matt, with his slightly hairy chest, more than me. My nipples were stone hard. He never focused on them. He was too tied up in other parts of my body, but their edges scraped up against his chest just enough to really set me off when the time came. But that time was still far away. Matt increased the tempo. We could start to hear his body slap up against mine. He grunted some times. My pussy was being worked to over time after a long enough break. If you read last week's entry you'll recall how I tend to fall into a trance during sex where all I can focus on is the feeling of pleasure I'm getting. That's why I'm not good for talking during sex. But sometimes I break out and I can hear myself and I become aware of things around me, if only for a couple of seconds. That happened with Matt in me, too, and all of a sudden it struck me that I was moaning. I didn't even know that it was coming out of me, but I was moaning beneath him, and pretty passionately. He shut me up by kissing me. And all of a sudden he started going for it. He rammed his rock-hard rod in and out of my snatch, my tender little pussy, so innocent (once upon a time). I was starting to feel it build up, and I could tell that he was feeling it too. But I knew that he would let himself orgasm before I did. I felt him spread my legs; suddenly both my legs were completely out of the way, pushed apart to either side of my crotch, and he was slamming into me like a jackhammer. His head was resting on my chest, on my breasts beneath the covers, and it was slipping about due to the sweatiness. I was crying out. And then he eased up again, moved closer into me, carried on the pace but went more gently, and I sunk my hands into his hair and kissed him as much as I could. I couldn't get enough. Soon he was back to ramming me. I struggled to keep my eyes open as he looked into me. He gripped my hips and we bucked against each other. I was getting closer, like a ticking timebomb. His hands searched my waist. And I came. And I came hard. I arched my head back. Something burst within me, and I wailed out as I had one of the strongest and longest orgasms I'd ever experienced. He knew that I was coming, and he wouldn't let up. I almost wanted him to stop -- it was almost too much to bear -- but he kept going. I moaned, and shook under him. My vagina was swamped in vaginal fluids, as if I was flooded. My vulva and labia were red hot and aching from the fucking they'd gotten. Surely they were red and bruised, I thought. But he kept going. Matt had a while to go before he came as well. All the while I could feel every little movement he made inside me, like never before. I held onto him, arms hung around his neck, eyes shut. In an attempt to make it easier for him to shoot off, I wrapped my legs around his and closed them as best I could. And that did it. He groaned as he came inside me. I always laugh when I hear people say they feel guys ejaculating, but I could have sworn I felt Matt shooting off his load within me, as if it was water spurting out from a hose, reckless sperm filling me up. I willed him to fill me up. We were so messy afterward. We collapsed on each other. He couldn't pick his body up from mine, but his bed was so comfortable and supporting that I didn't feel his weight at all. His sheets had smelt clean before. Now the whole room had this amazing funk about it, and the sheets needed desperately to be changed. I smiled at him and pecked at his neck when I'd recovered my composure, but I could tell that he still wasn't able to speak. My smile was my little way of telling him that it was good -- really good. Totally amazing. Part of me wanted to sleep, but I was out of energy. I needed some water and food, and desperately needed a shower. When we managed to roll out of bed we surveyed the damage we'd done to each other. Despite how hot, hard, tight, and good it had felt our genitals showed no sign of maltreatment. Matt was still semi-hard. We both could have gone again, then and there. His cock was thoroughly drenched and coated in my juice. I looked down at my kitty, and it was positively glistening too. His balls weighed a lot. I felt them up with one hand. It was instinctive; I wanted to feel the tool that had rewarded me so. Somehow I found my way down on my knees and sucking his cock. There was nothing malicious in his movement, or his request. He simply directed my head to his crotch and I sucked. There was some hybrid combination of sweat and spunk (both from my body and his) all over his crotch. I lapped it up. It tasted fowl, and smelled even worse, and I loved every part of it. He got hard, put he pulled me away before he was anywhere near ejaculating more sperm. I had cleaned him well. Wordlessly we found our way down to the kitchen, still naked, still incredibly dirty. Our scents filled the house. He'd have to open all the windows to get rid of it. I drank something -- I think it was a couple of vodkas, though I can barely remember -- and we had something to eat. "We should shower," I said. It was the first words either of us had spoken in thirty or forty minutes. "I want you to stay the night," Matt said. I agreed instantly. "In that case... why shower so many times in the space of twenty-four hours?" I had no idea what his question meant. But I soon found out, as he led me back to his bedroom once more. This time, he left me suck him off for good. He sat down in an office chair and brought my head between his legs. Once I'd made him come, he sat me up on his lap and fingered me. It was the dirtiest thing I've ever done sexually. I don't know what it is -- there's something very embarrassing about getting off by somebody shoving their fingers in you. And it was the way he did it as well. It was relentless, while being clinical. In and out and never once stopping or slowing down. I spread my legs on top of his like some kind of slut to allow him easier access. He knew what he was doing, too. We had sex some more. It was much the same as the first time, same position, under the covers. Neither of us minded. There was a thirst for each other that needed to be quenched, as simple as that. At about eight or nine in the evening we fell asleep after the bed, after more than enough orgasms for me. We still stunk, and the bed sheets were totally drenched with my girl-cum and sweat, and god knows what else. In the morning we had our first bout of wild sex. Thinking back on those two days now, we really fucked a lot. We didn't mean to, that next morning. I thought we were going to shower, have breakfast, and I'd take off and have some time before work in the afternoon. We had over a week for more day-long marathons before college started, but the way we were going you'd think it was the last time we'd ever see each other again. I had a lot to think about that night. Things were getting serious. And we live so close to each other, go to the same college. I'm seriously thinking now about when we should move in together. Find a place nearby to our houses. Yeah, we've only been going out for just under a month. It's still way too early -- even I know that. But that's the helpless feeling that love gives you, I guess. And I know that, too. And I very quickly feel like I've become his slut. I mean it. There's this unstoppable attraction to him that I feel. I feel weak inside, like if he was to suggest even the dirtiest one-on-one sex acts for us to do, I'd say yes. In any case, I was talking about wild sex after waking up. These things just kind of happen. One moment I was lying there, then suddenly I was on all fours on top of the bed, presenting to him like the slut I am, and he had his hard cock in me, taking me from behind, completely intemperate, like a wild dog. We were doing it doggy-style, so I guess the analogy applies. I swear that his dong was both harder than ever and bigger than ever. Either that, or my vagina felt so used that it was on the retreat, and desperately wanted to close up shop for a couple of days. If it didn't want to be used, it shouldn't have been emitting so much lube! And it felt so good. I mean, he was reaming me. Ordinarily it should heave been unpleasant. I'm talking about just being used, like a sex toy. My boobs were bouncing about from the constant clashing and the shaking from the bed. My head was arched back. I was moaning like crazy. He had his hands on my waist, pulling me in, making me feel it. I told him to maul my breasts. Not in those exact words, but that's what he did. And he came inside me again. This time I didn't come, at least not with his cock. He just flipped me over and fingered me off. I writhed against him. We were both laughing as if there was something funny going on. I wasn't sure I could take much more. But then we showered and cleaned each other. The fun was over, at least for a couple of hours. In the shower we talked. My Sex Diary, 2010: Ch. 03 "Did you enjoy all of that?" he asked. "A lot," I replied. "Do you mind if I come over tonight, after work?" "I would love for you to come over." "But... I think I need to take it easy after last night. And this morning." He laughed and agreed. Our faces were inches away from each other in the shower booth. I almost told him I loved him. But it was still too soon. I didn't want to freak him out. He washed my hair gingerly. "Don't shave," he said as he rubbed me vulva. Brown hairs were sprouting out, still really short. "Shave everywhere except the top. Let the top grow out." "You want me furry?" I smiled at him. "I bet your pubic hair's soft. Like down. I bet it feels beautiful." "I'm not so sure of that," I said. He lowered himself to his knees and kissed me down there. It was a soft kiss, like he knew that I was feeling worn out. It was a caring kiss. He didn't go into full blown head, and I wasn't sexually aroused by it. I was too sexually tired. But I was warmed over inside. Because it was Matt. And I think I love him. * * * Matt's parents came back on Thursday, as planned. We still had Wednesday to enjoy each other's company. My place is packed, so I wonder how we'll coordinate having sex. In any case, my parents wouldn't mind if he hung around, but although I've met his Mom and Dad, I haven't sat down or talked meaningfully with them about anything, so I'm not really sure if they're a bit more classical or conservative. There's no point worrying about it, anyway. I spent most of Wednesday night helping Matt with the sheets. He said he aired out the top floor of the house all day. It still smelt like sex. Actually, that smell would be me more than him. It smelt like me. We didn't have any sexual contact that night. We just cuddled and fell asleep. And Thursday went smoothly. So that was my week! * * * I don't think I have anything to ask administration wise... as I said at the start, vote and send in comments! Lots of awesome comments. Some of them dirty. Which, admittedly, is fun to read. Not that I'm condoning it -- I'm just saying. :) Keep voting! Keep commenting! I'll be back next week. And I think I'll have some interesting stories in two weeks about Sarah's party, so stay tuned for that. Actually, I haven't told you about my friends yet, so I'll talk more about them, too. By the time this comes out it will be well into next week. Again, my bad. Just busy. I'll try to stay on schedule! My Sex Diary, 2010: Ch. 04 ENTRY 4: FOR THE WEEK OF 25 JANUARY Hi guys! Before we get started, thanks to all the people who voted, left comments, sent me private comments, and completed their homework! Stick around after the entry where I answer some frequently-asked-questions that get asked of me. And if you haven't checked out the first, second, and third entries, please do! There's some context in there that I'm not going to repeat, so if you want to understand everything that's going on, you should go back and read them if you haven't already. :) * * * I was being fucked. I thought I'd start out today by going straight into sex, because since Matt and I first went at it we've being going at it a lot more. This particular session was on Tuesday of that week (I'm writing this on Saturday, the 30th). It was quite late. Matt had come over, obviously. He hadn't intended to stay that late but time kind of just slipped away. By ten o'clock everybody had gone to bed -- my parents, Becky. My parents' bedroom is downstairs, underneath Becky's bedroom, which is on the other side of the floor. The reason why I say this is only to point out that we can pretty safely have sex in my room. As long as we don't make a lot of noise, there's no real chance of being overheard. My bed is super quiet. The only danger comes from when Matt's bucking hard: sometimes the bed has the tendency to shift closer to the wall, and then it starts banging against the wall loudly, which is obviously no good. As an aside, I thought Becky was asleep. The next morning, she confronted me and told me she'd heard us having sex. She said it as if I'd committed murder. I told her that I hoped she enjoyed listening to me having a good time, and that shut her up. She might have just been fishing for dirt anyway, though Matt told me that I was moaning. (As I've said before, I don't really know what I'm doing while I'm having really good sex.) I was telling you how I was being fucked. In the space of a week, or however long it was since Matt had first entered me, I've completely become his slut. I haven't told him what I'm about to tell you -- I never would, and he certainly respects me too much to ever try to pull anything off -- but he could take me anytime, anywhere, and I wouldn't oppose it. I'm under this spell that he's woven. I've never been like this before; there's no way I can explain it, and I've got no idea how it happened. But the type of sex I'm having is sex that I never let other guys pull off in the past. I'm talking about rough sex, sex positions that make me feel like I'm just there to be used, even though I'm getting more pleasure from it than Matt is. I can tell he loves it more than anything, but I lose control. This might be the dirtiest, most degrading thing I've ever said about myself, but I love being used by him. (I can promise you that he definitely has no idea that I think of it like this. He does everything for me -- always makes sure I'm comfortable, that I'm happy, that I always come... truth is, if he stopped caring, it probably wouldn't bother me.) Matt fucked me in what I can only describe as a weird kind of doggy style. First off, none of us gave each other head or anything. We were just sitting on my couch, wrapped up under a blanket. I had almost fallen asleep when he shook me awake and gave me that 'time-to-make-love' kiss, you know, that reach across, cradle the back of the heat, real passionate, real steamy kiss right on the center of the mouth. I totally fell for it. I made my way over to the bed, and he chased me down playfully. Rather than let me strip off, he flipped me over so I was face down. Then he started tickling me on my stomach, just to torture me. He knows I hate it, but I totally love it at the same time. I don't know why it is that I'm so ticklish on the sides of my waist. I guess it's kind of like an erogenous zone, or something? I had to bite the pillow to avoid laughing, to avoid waking the house up. Meanwhile I was trying to kick him off me. But he had wormed his hand up my skirt. I was wearing this miniskirt with a plaid, checkered pattern. I don't know why I was wearing it. It was freezing cold, and it's not like I'm still trying to seduce Matt. Nevertheless, I felt his hand rub up against my navel -- another really sensitive spot of mine -- as he searched for the top of my underwear. That day I was wearing a black g-string. As soon as he had dug his hand in, he started fingering me rabidly. Even though I had no intention of stopping him I closed my legs and said "No!" in a fit of laughter. The palm of his hand rubbed up against my small bush, which has finally started coming back in. I'm shaving it so it's just the top, and I'll let it grow as thick as Matt wants it. He was too strong for me. He pushed his hand through and kept rubbing at my labia. I couldn't refuse him. I wasn't quite so aroused yet, but there was enough moisture there so that it wasn't too uncomfortable. "Spread your legs," Matt said, biting my ear. "At least let me take my clothes off," I protested. "Spread your legs," he repeated. We were both laughing, why I don't know -- maybe because we were acting silly. I spread my legs to give him as much access as he wanted, though he hindered himself by lying on top of me. After he'd given his fingers a good lick to provide some extra lubrication (and to taste my sweet little pussy as well) he went back to rubbing my raw. With his middle finger he rubbed the crack of my vulva, right in between the lips, and with the rest of his hand he rubbed at my mound. Soon that one finger was like a boat, sailing in a sea of my wetness. He kept at it, and I kept quiet. "You are so good," I said to him. "Want a taste? Share the taste of yourself with me." Without warning he dipped three whole fingers into me. I shrieked and he slapped a hand over my mouth; the intrusion was too big and his fingers too thick, and in too deep. He held them in me as I squirmed. I could feel him rubbing the walls of my vagina within, trying to scoop up as much of my juices as he could. He whispered an apology in my ear as he went back to frigging me deeply. Apparently he was dissatisfied with how wet I was, and he wanted even more. I calmed down and tried to accommodate his fingers. By the time I'd gotten used to their feel, he stopped moving them. He released his free hand from my mouth and got up onto his knees, his three fingers still deep inside me. I liked the way they felt. I wished he'd keep fingering me. I wanted him to get me off like that. But he didn't. With his other hand he scooped me up so that I was on my hands and knees, in the position for doggy-style sex. Then he pulled down my black panties so that they were around my legs, just above my knees. Matt finally removed his fingers from inside me. "Turn your head," he said, and I leaned back upright against him. He held the three fingers up to the light and examined them. They were glistening with transparent, slick lube that my own body had made. Even though his hand was a way away from my face, I could smell myself. The smell was strong, overpowering even. He painted my lips with my cum with the first finger. It was as if he was applying lipstick. In two solid strokes he had smeared both of them. He wiped the rest of fluid on the finger right under my nose. I got a full whiff of myself every time I inhaled from then onwards. Then he kissed me. It was a soft kiss, but it lasted forever. He licked my lips after he'd pulled back, taking every trace of me from my mouth with him. I opened my mouth as he pushed his other two fingers, dripping with my cum, right inside. It was like a sensory overload for a moment as my entire head filled up with the smell and taste of me. I have to say, it tasted pretty good. Matt has made me lick myself up so many times that I've become accustomed to the taste, whereas before I practically hated it. He licked all three fingers as well once he'd taken them out, and then he French-kissed me deeply, right down into my mouth and at the back of my throat, as if he was trying to swallow me whole. I battered his tongue with mine. I was making sure I got as much of the taste back as I could. He pushed me back down into the doggy position. I hadn't had my fill of our collective mouths but he'd had his, and he wanted my pussy. He still wouldn't let me take my clothes on. I was wearing two different tops, a skirt, stockings, and pink Hello Kitty slippers, and none of them came off. My panties were still around my thighs. I felt like a prostitute in an alley who doesn't bother to take any clothes off as she's fucked by some guy. I was being fucked by my guy. He pushed the miniskirt up my waist, so my butt was sticking up in the air, out in the open. The thought flashed in my mind that we should probably be having sex inside the bed so that if somebody walked in unannounced they wouldn't see us, but the thought disappeared as quickly as it had arrived. The cold air slapped against my flaming hot sex. It was a total parallel in temperature, and it felt good. I heard him unzip his pants and strip them off. With a finger he scooped up some of my fluid that had leaked out onto my vulva. He either ate it or lubed up his cock with it; I couldn't see which one. And then I felt him placed the edge of his cock right in between my pussy lips, where his middle finger had been minutes before. I held my breath in anticipation. We've had a lot of sex, but I'm still learning the feel of his cock. You have to spend a long time with a penis to learn how it feels inside, how big it is, just how deep the guy is willing to go, how thick it is. Some girls have naturally big vaginas that can close down to accommodate the male. I get the feeling that mine is a lot tighter than usual. As I say, I when I get wet I really get wet, so it's never been that big of an issue, but Matt is longer and thicker than average -- even if it's only an inch's difference. It might just be the idea, but I can really feel it. Matt slipped inside of me patiently. I imagined him closing his eyes and soaking the feeling in, as he always does. My miniskirt bounced on my waist as he adjusted himself with in me. His first move is always to push all the way in, because he knows it makes me uncomfortable to have something big and hard and hot inside me. And when he's in up to the hilt, he bucks against me, getting in even further. It's not pain that it causes -- if it was pain, I would have told him to stop. It actually feels pretty good, but it feels really uncomfortable at the same time. It's his way of announcing, 'I'm in you, and now you're going to get it.' I've just remembered this now, though it has nothing to do with the sex that night. I'll tell you anyway: a couple of days before this incident, he told me that he'd felt some resistance. I'd felt something too, like some really tight pressure in or against me. I'm still wondering whether he hit my cervix. But wouldn't that hurt? I don't know. I've never felt anything like it before. That moment actually felt really good. Reading it up on Wikipedia now, it says that some women find it painful while others find that it's the most stimulating thing of all time. I just Googled it as well, and I found a sexuality health thing that said that when a women is aroused the cervix can recede six or seven inches. I do get pretty aroused. So now I'm thinking that he was hitting my cervix, which I have never felt before in the many other times I've had sex before with someone other than Matt. Again, it felt good. But now I'm a little afraid to try it again because a lot of the information on the internet says it's really painful, "like being kicked in the stomach". Not a sensation I'm looking for. Matt's first two or three strokes were slow and careful, but then he just set about demolishing me. His dong grated between my walls, and I spread my legs, trying to relax my muscles more. The only sound I could hear was his stomach slapping against my ass. His balls were dangling down, though, and I could feel them rebounding off my thighs. I imagine that was quite uncomfortable, but he kept going, so it might not have been. I was melting. The friction of my tiny pussy and his girth was generating enough heat to light a fire by touch, I'm sure of it. My poor little vagina was trying to cope by emitting as much lube as possible, but I was almost running on empty; Matt had coaxed so much out earlier. I came really early on, probably as a result of the fingering. Seriously, it was the earliest orgasm I've ever had during sex. It could only have been three or four minutes in, and it came really suddenly. I felt pressure rising up inside me, and then I went numb for a second, and then it all came flooding back. Matt felt it, and I know he did because he wrapped both hands around my mouth a split second before I started screaming. He told me later that I had still been moaning throughout. I can't help it! As I came he put all his length inside me again, and this time left it there. He removed one hand from my mouth and brought it down to my pussy. And then he pinched my clit through its hood, and I went crazy. I was kicking my legs, it felt so good. My vagina was quivering on him, the lips were quivering; they were actually shuddering and having spasms. He asked me if he could take his hand away from my mouth. I was still cumming when he did. He was still in me all the way, and I kept moaning, and I moaned on and on as quietly as I could with my head in the pillow, trying desperately to silence myself. While still pinching my clitoris, he made a v-shape with his other hand and ran it across the bottom of my stretched sex. It rammed up against the bulb of his penis at the bottom, and it grinded up against my labia. Thirty seconds later, and my orgasm came to a screeching halt. It left me breathless. Orgasms never come that quickly for me; it's a really rare occurrence. And there's nothing quite like the feeling of post-orgasm sex. Everything's a little more heightened, a little more sensitive, and you can feel your body building up again. That brings me to where I had originally started this entry: I was being fucked. Next, Matt mounted me. He got to the position where he was essentially crouching over me, though I was still on my hands and knees, in the same position. And he was just dicking me. I felt the penetration more than ever. I felt him delve down and reach with in me. I felt him grow harder and bigger as his panting increased. He grabbed me as he came. His hands worked their way around to my boobs. My breasts were being mauled as he came violently in me. I don't really like sex talk -- it embarrasses me, I guess I'm kind of bashful in that respect -- but I felt the need to whisper, "Come for me, baby," as a kind of reward. Matt deserved it! As he pulled out, a stick trail of both our cum combined smeared itself down my thigh. Matt collapsed onto me, and I rolled over to face him. Between my thighs and up my sex I had a honey pot of cum, a combination of flavors from my body and his. His cock was still hard, though certainly smaller, and quickly deflating. It was caked with my girl juice too. Our eyes met, and our mouths met. Forty-five minutes later, he left for his place. He wanted to stay, but I had classes before him, and it would have been weird for him to wake up without me at my place. We both ate from each other, in that space of forty-five minutes. The taste of sex is beautiful. * Wow! This entry is running long and I haven't even talked about some other major stuff. First of all, allow me to introduce you to my best friend, Sarah. Sarah is a lot like me bodywise. Well, actually, not really. She's as thin as me from the waist up, and she's about as tall as me. But that's where similarities end. Sarah's got a giant butt and thick thighs. She's not fat by any means; not even overweight. She's definitely thin, but she's got a natural hourglass figure, and this amazingly round and soft ass. And she's got really big boobs. I don't know breast size or anything. A couple of years ago, when she was sixteen, she had a 30C breast size when a lot of us still had tennis ball boobs. I don't know what she's at now, but she's definitely bigger. She's beautiful, too, in every sense of the word. Sarah's got long, ultra dark red hair. It's so dark that you'd think it's black. Only in the sunlight does it shine red, that amazing red that most people can only get with hair dye. And she's got these deep, blue eyes, doe-like, and really innocent. The idea of innocence is funny, because she's got the reputation -- a very widespread reputation, and I mean very widespread -- of being a slut, or a whore. I've dealt with the same labels being applied to me in the past but Sarah has legitimately earned them. And I mean that in the least offensive way; I love Sarah, as if she were my sister. I think I might be the only person who knows what she gets up to. Sarah's very open about her sexuality, she's flirtatious, she gets along well with men, and she dresses to show off her body. If there's a fetish, then Sarah has tried it, I can guarantee you. She's a dirty little college girl. She is the... I mean, I can't even think of a good way to describe it. Most men's fantasies are embodied with her. That's bad wording, but you get what I mean. You name it, she's done it, and she's gotten off on it. The reason why I bring Sarah up is because both Matt and I will be attending her birthday party on the 1st of February, which is in two days from when I'm writing this. I guess this is a bit of a teaser, because I can tell you right now: knowing Sarah, the party will be sexually charged. There'll be just her close friends there, and there's a high chance that it will be reduced to an orgy by the end of the night. Now, I'm not allowed to touch anybody other than Matt and he's not allowed to touch anybody other than me, a rule set down by me and happily agreed to by Matt, so don't expect any crazy swinger stories. I might have some interesting tales to report back to you with, however, involving other people. I also bring up Sarah because she was kind enough to cut us a key to her apartment, as well as a key to her room. It was actually her that suggested it. Sometimes Matt and I just want to get away and spend a couple hours with each other. But we can't go home. Matt's parents are retired and are around the house all day, and my mom was always a stay-at-home soccer mom. So both houses are occupied. Sarah rents an apartment right near college with three other girls. Each girl has a lock for their individual room, too. So Sarah's given us access to her room. You can guess for what. Not to give you the impression that Matt and I need to have our hands on each other 100% of the time. It's not like that at all. It's legitimately useful to have a place to escape to while there are no classes. It's quiet, you know? Because Sarah is so... liberal when it comes to sex, she literally loves the idea of sleeping in the same bed that Matt and I have had sex in. That's weird and creepy, yes, but she's obsessed with that part of life. She revels in it. And I think she's into Matt. This is just my personal speculation, mind you. And Matt would never fall for anything, and Sarah would never let anything happen. But she does flirt with him. It's just what she does, though. She doesn't mean in maliciously. Part of me thinks that's why she wants us having sex in her bed. Did we demo her bed out this week? Hell yeah we did! See, you're lucky: getting two sex stories in one entry. On Friday we booked into Princess Sarah's Palace. I actually wanted to review some notes I'd been given, but Matthew wanted to do it. Not just on her bed, but in her bed. "When she comes back, the room's going to smell like sex," he said. "Your cum's going to be all over the sheets, and just before I come I'm going to pull out of you and spooge over one of her pillows." My Sex Diary, 2010: Ch. 04 "You are so not doing that," I said sternly. "Maybe not her pillow, then, but we're going to mess up her bed." He started stripping me of my tops. Soon my breasts had popped out, and he was sucking on my nipples. His tongue flitted at me as both my protrusions grew increasingly hard. I stroked his hair as if I was a nurturing mother, allowing him to drink from my breasts. But obviously I wasn't lactating. As he went on, I hung my arms around his neck. "I'm not really sure if we should be doing this," I said. "She gave us the room for a reason. She had to know that we'd do it in her bed. She wants us to do it in her bed." "She didn't say that." "You know it, though." "As long as you don't look under her bed," I said. "Who knows what she's got under there. And whatever it is, I'm not going there." We both stripped and got under the covers. And we did something that we haven't done for a while: we made out, like a full kissing session. Once he'd gotten erect and was spewing precum, we decided to set to work. I wasn't quite wet enough. I was nervous. Put me in someone else's bed, and that's more than enough to get me nervous. It's just a strange situation to be in. But I was wet enough to let Matt slip in me naturally, albeit with a little saliva to help. It was uncomfortable though, and we took it very slowly. Thinking about it now, Sarah's room must have been packed full of lube. It's hard to believe that there wouldn't have been some around somewhere, but it just didn't occur to us. The result was that we ended up having that slow, hot, steamy, sexy, passionate sex. Five or six minutes in and I was as wet as a duck, or, more fittingly, a beaver. He cradled me in his arms as he pushed his way in and our. I was as tight as ever, a by-product of our nervousness. I was so nervous that I ended up taking a long time to have an orgasm. It must have been, like, twenty minutes in or so, and it was by far the lightest one I've had in a while. But I enjoyed it. And then Matt pulled out. I couldn't believe he was going to defile her bed with his sperm. I don't know if you experience this, but when I have sex I become a lot freer with what I do, and with how I experience sex. Let me explain: before sex, for example, I might not be too thrilled with the idea of being fucked like a bitch, offering up my pussy to whichever man is around. (This has obviously changed dramatically with Matt, who can fuck me whenever he likes. I give him permission. Though he doesn't know about this, so he'll never know!) But while I'm in the swing of sex, and while I'm feeling better and better, I get dirtier and dirtier. I provided a split-second of opposition to Matt coming straight onto Sarah's bed, whereas before I'd expressly forbade him. In fact, I got up, positioned myself behind him, and jacked him off. It was the first time I'd seen him ejaculate for a while, and certainly the first time I'd seen him ejaculate after having sex with me. His cum was hot and fluid, almost like liquid. And there was a lot of it. It dripped down all over one of her white pillows. It almost coated the whole thing. I'm exaggerating a little bit, but you get the idea. Matt flipped it over so that the 'spermed' side was facing downwards onto the sheets. In the post-sex euphoria, I allowed my dirty, dirty boyfriend to endow her sheets with my pussy fluids. He rubbed her sheets across my mound. They were stained with my liquid, and my smell, too. I actually regret it now. I feel really bad. Sarah hasn't said anything about it. When we left her room, it stunk. She would have smelled it. But she hasn't raised a single word. In fact, when I talked to her about it and when I told her we'd had sex in her bed (I had to admit it), she asked me if it was good. She even apologized for the quality of the bed. She said it was fine by her if we fucked in her bed, a fact which I had already guessed. Either she just didn't notice, or she's keeping quiet. I have fantasies of her smelling Matt's cum, and sleeping specifically on that pillow, never washing it, licking at the dried, sticky, cream-colored stains. It makes me feel sick, actually. Inevitably, I'll be drawn to have sex again in there. Remind me to keep Matt on a tighter leash, though! I can't stop thinking about it. I'll have to admit it to her, that we soiled her bed sheets more than she knows. She'll probably love it though. Yeah, she's definitely weird like that. But she's such a good person. And I love her! Don't know what I'd do without her. We've been friends for who knows how long. Since elementary school, definitely. Talk about long, though. This entry has been too long. I'm cutting it! Read on past this for some commentary by me. And I hope you guys read on next week. Send me some comments! * * * Thanks for reading! If you liked it (or even if you didn't), vote and leave me a comment! Thanks for all the people who sent in their homework, telling me their pre-love making routines. One person in particular sent me a lengthy response which I enjoyed reading -- thank you very much! If I was a teacher, I'd give you all smiley face stickers. I love receiving mail. So I thought I'd try something new in this end segment here. I've been receiving a lot of comments and emails, and a lot of people ask me questions and leave me their emails to respond. The only problem is that the comments get sent to my normal email, and obviously I'm a little reluctant to give my email address left, right and center (although I do trust all my readers). So I was thinking that I would respond to some of the questions in this segment. If you've got a question about me, please send it in and if I can answer it here I will. I won't print your names or anything -- it'll all be anonymous, so only you will know that it was you who asked the question. The responses may look a little bit like the following. One individual asked if my boyfriend knows I'm writing these stories. The answer is that he doesn't. Nobody does, though I know Sarah would love it if I told her, so if there's anybody I'm going to tell, it's her. Another gentleman asked me if I'd had any sexual contact with any of my friends. Nope. Sorry to let you down! I've kissed girls a couple of times while drunk at parties, but I've never had sex with a girl. I'm straight as an arrow. My circle of friends -- we're all really close, but not that kind of close. A while back I received one or two comments requesting that I write about me masturbating. I think I said in the first entry that I'm a bit hesitant to do that... it's something I find really personal. I'd never even let Matt watch me, and we're in pretty deep. But, I'll tell you what: if you guys are good readers and you vote lots and you send in lots of loving comments, then I might just reward you later on. No promises, though! You have to work for it. :) My Sex Diary, 2010: Ch. 05 ENTRY 5: FOR THE WEEK OF 1 FEBRUARY Okay -- allow me to explain myself, or rather, explain my absence. So, I've been really busy, and I mean really busy, with college and personal commitments and general life taking up one hundred percent of my time. I wanted to write this and take care of this "blog" the whole time, I really did, but I just couldn't manage it! I'll be honest: earlier this month (I'm writing this on the 14th of March) I kind of decided to stop writing. I was hoping it would all go away, and people would forget about me. But that didn't happen. Instead, you guys kept sending me comments through the comment sending form thing, asking me to keep writing. It was heartwarming, it really was. I can't refuse that, and I can't let down my fans! So I hope this entry makes up for it, whenever I manage to finish it and get it published. Two small public service announcements before we begin: a lot of people have been reading and rating my published entries. After not logging in for more than a month, you can really see the difference in those numbers! They just rocketed up, so I'm really grateful for that, and super humbled. Secondly, I'm still busy. Obviously I've missed quite a few entries; I think about five or six are overdue. I'll do my best to go back and fill them in as quickly as I can, and as best as I can from what I remember. Unfortunately, my schedule will probably be erratic from here on out, so hang in there! Keep reading, keep voting, and keep sending me feedback, because I love it when you guys do that! As I said, I'm writing this right now because of those ten or twenty people who sent me feedback asking me to keep updating this. Your comments really mean a lot to me. Should we begin? * * * I want to get right into it this time around. As I said earlier, I'm writing this in the middle of March, so this happened about a month and a half ago or so. Fortunately I can remember everything very vividly, so there's no need to worry about accuracy! Let me set the scene first with the necessary context: regular readers might remember that it was my best friend's birthday party on Monday. Regular readers might also remember that Sarah is super kinky and does a lot of alternative sexual stuff. She's probably tried everything. You'll recall that she gave Matt and me a key to her apartment that we can use in the daytime, pretty much for the express purpose of having sex on or in her bed. You might say she's obsessed with sex. (We have been using that privilege by the way, but more about that in later installments.) The birthday party I'm referring to in this little episode is not the main one that she had. She rented out a club and threw a massive party with hundreds of people -- that was her main party, a pretty typical one. But the one that Matt and I attended on Monday was a much less typical affair. For starters, I knew going in that it was going to be a sex party. You might call it an orgy if you want, or whatever. There were thirteen of us there -- seven girls, and six guys, balancing out so everyone could be paired. Matt and I were the only couple there. In fact, we were the only ones there who were attached to any sort of relationship. As a result, we kind of broke the game. I guess the whole idea behind the party was to have sexual contact with as many people as possible, but I had no intention of leaving Matt's lap, and I don't think he had any intention of leaving mine, either. I'm not quite sure yet which events I'm going to talk about, so I'll leave describing people to when they come up in the narrative. Integral to this party was this pseudo spin-the-bottle-esque game that we were going to play. Basically, we all sat in a circle, and going around the circle, we each got one chance to "spin the bottle". There wasn't just one bottle, though -- there were three, and they were to be spun in a logical, sequential order. Thinking about it now, for a party, this game was surprisingly complex. Nevertheless: the first bottle decided who would be pairing up for a little loving. The bottle could land on one of two options: 'guy', or 'girl'. That meant that if a girl was spinning it, she could be obligated to hit up either another girl or a guy, and the converse if you were male. There were a few estranged faces when this was announced, but everything ended up working out pretty smoothly. There was also a lot of alcohol involved, so that also served as a lubricant for some people (but not in that way). The second bottle decided who you were going to be hooking up with out of the guys or the girls. Finally, the third bottle decided what you were going to be doing. There was a seriously large range of possible options here, and most of it was not stuff that I would normally do (I obviously can't speak for the other people there; most of them I didn't know, but they were friends of Sarah's, and I assumed that they probably liked sex a whole lot -- I was right). There were relatively low-key things, like kissing, sucking nipples, and feeling up the other person. But the majority of the options were hard sex acts. Oral sex was well represented, as well as normal sex, sex with toys, anal sex -- you get the idea. A lot of the stuff was new to me, and in my mind I had my fingers crossed that I wouldn't be forced to do a whole lot of the different acts, even though I'd only be having sex with Matt. Stuff like anal sex was completely new to me. We chatted with each other and drunk a whole lot before we started. It was important to get to know each other. Also, being drunk made having sex with strangers a whole lot easier. I can't confirm whether or not everyone was having safe sex, so if any sex educators are reading this, I'm sorry! Not my responsibility, I guess. Or maybe it was in some group/collective way. It only really occurred to me now. In any case, the first person to spin was not the birthday girl, but a blond called India. She was pretty. I guess pretty names go with pretty faces. She spun the bottle and managed to land a black guy, whose name I can't remember right now (oops!). Just so I'm not constantly referring to him ambiguously, let's call him Roy. The third spin ordered that she give oral sex to Roy. They promptly got undressed, while we were all still clothed. All the sex acts would take place in the same room, so we'd all be watching one another, though every few minutes the bottles would get spun again, so it wouldn't feel like we were performing on a stage. India was a petite-ish girl, though she was well built. She wasn't fat or even chubby, but of about average density. Despite her shortness she was very curvy and had a great big butt that Roy made a point of spanking several times before she dropped to her knees. I admired her boobs -- they were nice, round and perky, and fairly big, at least for a short girl. Roy himself wasn't too shabby either; he was well built too, with a fairly chiseled chest. His cock was the first black cock that I'd ever seen in reality, and if porn is to be believed, it was a little disappointing. It's not that he was tiny -- not that it really matters -- but, you know, in porn all the black guys have these massive cocks that impale these poor women and rip them apart. From what I saw, it just simply wasn't the case. He was certainly very thick, so that's where the lore might come into play, but he wasn't much longer than five inches from what I estimated. Matt is certainly longer, though not as thick. It was that thickness that made India struggle to take him in. Maybe the alcohol lent a hand, but he seemed to be a bit aggressive to me, though she didn't really seem to mind. It was less oral sex administered by the female than it was throat-fucking. Roy gripped her small head with his massive hands. Her blond hair was pinned back and up, and he tugged on the bun as he slid in and out of her. I glanced around the room. It was certainly an entertaining show. Each time he thrust in, she made a little gargling noise as his thick staff burst against her throat. Saliva was everywhere. It really is amazing how much saliva is produced in these kinds of situations. I've experienced it myself, where you're not really choking because the guy is halfway down your throat -- you're choking because all the saliva is pooling up, and it's going down your throat too in places where it shouldn't be going. India's saliva was spurting out everywhere. As Roy pulled out and pushed in repeatedly, whole strands of liquid were tugged out of her mouth. They completed coated his penis. He thrust all the way in up to the hilt, intent on destroying her mouth. Matt and I were furthest away from them on the other side of the room, but I felt like I was inches away: I could see her red lips quivering around the base of his cock. She tried to open her mouth more but Roy was in there already pushing it open to the extreme. As he threw his head back and let out a primal scream, her eyelids began to bat. Then she sneezed, except obviously it wasn't a proper sneeze, because her mouth was full of cock. Some mixture of saliva and mucus ejaculated out of her nose. (I guess she did well not to bite down on him, sneezing being involuntary and all.) He tugged back on her hair, pulling her off of him. She realized she was free and gasped for air. His cock stuck out horizontally perfectly, and hard, like some monster. He pulled her over to the wall, put her back against it, and penetrated her mouth again. This time the wall provided resistance. She was pinned against him and a hard plain behind her. And oh man, boy did she submit. He was so aggressive, but she enjoyed every minute of it, I could tell. Matt was hard. I caressed his erection through his pants. I was anxious to see what we'd be forced to do. After seeing the rough ride India was being put through, I wanted him to fuck my pussy in a similar fashion. I wanted everyone to watch as he screwed me. Actually, I felt a little bit jealous that he had gotten hard watching another naked girl have sex. But I guess it's to be expected, anyway. Maybe he was just anxious about us having public sex like I was. The show Roy was putting on with India was so captivating that we'd all forgotten to spin the bottle again. I reminded Sarah. She passed it on to Monica, a fairly tall Asian girl. After spinning, it turned out that she had to make out with an equally tall guy with brown hair called Ben. But that was boring, since all they were doing was kissing. They didn't even have the decency to get naked! I guess the idea behind the making out task was that eventually the couple would just end up having sex how they wanted to, which is what ended up happening. We observed their kiss fest for a while. Monica had dragged Ben close to where India was still getting pummeled by Roy. They were making out on a couch. Maybe she was just putting herself in a position where she could take Roy too if India needed a break. If I was the petite blond, I would have needed a break long since. Roy was just not going to cum anytime soon, and the longer it went on, the harder he seemed to thrust himself down her throat. All the resistance had been sapped out of her. The only option was to submit. Sarah was next in line. Before I described what happened next, I just want to say that none of this was planned or anything. It just happened. I know it seems real cliché, and all that was going through my mind at the time was that I had recently received an email from one of you guys asking me if I had ever hooked up with any of my friends. I'm straight! But Sarah spins, and she connects with me, and we land on kissing, just like Monica and Ben had. I didn't know what to do. I looked over at Matt. We'd both agreed that we wouldn't have contact with anybody else, that we were each others. But I hadn't taken into account that there might be same-sex contact there. We were both a little drunk, just like everybody else in the room. Sarah got up and dragged us over to the last vacant couch in the room. She pushed my boyfriend down, and then pulled me down with her, both of us sitting either side of him. Then she wrapped a tender hand around my jaw and drew me into her. We met right in front of Matt, and she kissed me. Everything happened unbelievably quickly. I didn't know what to do; I didn't even have time to react. Out of the corner of my eye I looked at Matt. His face was blank -- not from shock, but more from that he didn't care. Because, you know, it's just two girls kissing. (Or at least that's how I assume guys think of it.) But my best friend, who I knew was bisexual, was intent on making out with me, right on my boyfriend's lap! It was a little strange at first. For the last five weeks I'd only been kissing one man. And although Matt's a really sensitive guy and he's a great kisser, girls just kiss in a different way. It's much softer and less... utilitarian, I guess. (That description of men comes from the sitcom Seinfeld, when Elaine describes the male body as "utilitarian", just used for "getting around the place" -- very true). I don't want to say it was more sensual or anything, because I don't want to make it sound like I was really, really enjoying it. I'm not going to lie: there was something nice and novel about it. My heart might have fluttered a little bit, too. I didn't look at her. I just closed my eyes. According to the game we were just meant to kiss, but I wasn't sure if that would be it. Matt put his hand around my waist. I imagine he had a hand around her waist as well. Sarah slid her hands around my neck and caressed me. And like that, the world kind of floated away. I let her kiss me for a while, but then I started to respond. Her lips tasted like candy. They were soft and puffy. I felt like I was falling into them. She slid her tongue into my mouth and began exploring, lapping at me, lapping at the back of my throat. I didn't want to reciprocate: it was just too weird for me. I'd never even touched another girl in that way before. She coaxed a few licks out of me though before Matt broke us up. "Break it up, you two," he said with a laugh. I was relieved: I didn't want it to go for much longer because I was terrified of where it would go. I had no say in the matter. And I was also relieved because he didn't seem to think it was that big of a deal. We broke off, and I looked into her eyes for the first time. Her face was blank like mine, but her eyes said everything. Deep inside she was pleased. She had enjoyed every second of it. I guess it's apt to do a psychological analysis of myself at this point, because the first thing I did was make out with Matt. I turned straight to him and started kissing him while simultaneously I began the process of removing his clothes. Writing this, this is actually the first chance I've had to reflect on the whole thing. I guess I was feeling guilty, partly. Because, like I said, yes, I enjoyed kissing my best friend -- not nearly as much as I enjoy kissing my boyfriend, but to her credit, Sarah did stir something up inside of me. I was getting aroused, and my nipples were close to being on edge after what couldn't have been more than one minute of kissing. And she knew it. Like I said, I was scared. I hadn't experienced that before. I didn't know what it meant, so, looking for security, my instant response was that I wanted my boyfriend inside of me, and I wanted him to make me come, rather than Sarah. Naturally he was only too happy to oblige. By this point, the rest of the party had devolved into a proper orgy. Sarah saw that I was intent on getting some of Matthew. She pushed us into her bedroom. She said she'd be with us soon, but I didn't know what that meant. Matt placed me gingerly on top of Sarah's bed. He pulled my top off over my head and tore my bra open. My boobs giggled on my chest. It's funny: I don't know why I remember that specific detail, I just do. They felt like jelly, and almost warm inside, like a glowing warmth. I was definitely aroused. Matt attacked my breasts. He tore at the nipples with his mouth and sucked aggressively. I held his head against my chest and stroked his hair, just to make sure it really was him. I felt his nose dig into my flesh. He was trying to absorb as much of me as he could. After he kissed me he told me that I tasted strange, I guess like candy -- like Sarah. I was in rapture as I sunk deeper into the pillow and deeper into the bed. He was having a go at me. Maybe it was the alcohol and the atmosphere that had loosened us up, or maybe he wanted to reassert his position over me. I wanted him to do so as well. As I say though, I might just be reflecting my insecure feelings at the time onto him. He probably just wanted to fuck and fuck well! His spit soon replaced hers, and all taste of her was gone after thirty seconds. His weight was crushing me, though. Before the party I'd started going on top more, and that's certainly how we've mostly been having sex recently. I like the feeling of being able to go down on him as much as I want. Some days it can be awkward taking a whole penis in. When you're on top you can control the depth of penetration. So I guess he had gotten used to the fact that he could just lie flat and not have to support his weight with me on top of him. I didn't have the strength to push him up and off of me, but it wasn't that big a deal. And then we were naked. And then he had his cock inside my mouth. He was in deep, but unlike the black guy he wasn't fucking me. Instead he let me blow him. He leaned forward onto me with his weight supported by the wall where he had placed both of his hands. I wasn't quite ready for full penetration because I was lying flat. But I still did my best, suckling on him just as he'd suck on my nipples. The interior of my mouth was totally wet from two prolonged kissing exchanges, so he slid around easily. There was no friction. I dabbed at the hard staff with the tip of my tongue. What I really wanted to feel was the head. I like the contours, and the subtle dips and curves, and how it's kind of like a bulb on the end of the staff. But his cock head was nestled at the back of my mouth, right where I couldn't feel it. As I got more comfortable I gave him a little more depth, and took him further in, and as I took him further in I pursed my lips around his hard rod. It was blistering hot and hard as steel, and it felt good. It's such a natural, neat thing to do -- I think I've mentioned this before (or maybe I haven't) but maybe it's similar to sucking on a pacifier when you're a little infant. It just feels good. I rocked my head back and forth, sucking little sucks from his penis, trying to coax an orgasm out. But he wouldn't let me. Matt pulled out of my mouth and shuffled down to my crotch. I felt his cock head sitting on my vulva. I was only half-ready to take him inside, only half as wet as I usually get with him before penetration. Maybe alcohol retards arousal? I'm not too sure. He sensed it though, and he crudely spat saliva out on his hands and rubbed both palms, one after the other, across my pussy. Then he wormed a finger in between my lips, and into my tiny hole. I gasped, and my whole body tightened down on that one finger. It felt like it was ripping me apart. And then he inserted another, and then a third. He started fucking me with his fingers. I spread my legs as much as I could and started moaning and grunting along with his fast tempo. He reached a hand up, grabbed one of my breasts, and started caressing it. I placed both my hands over his and pushed it in harder into my chest. He started clawing at me, and I started jutting my hips into his other hand. The process was almost instant, and in minutes I was ready to go. His cock was against my pussy again. Matt sunk it in slowly. It was wet as was I; it glided in smoothly, but ever so slowly as he made sure I never experienced any discomfort. When he was in all the way he collapsed back down on me again. My labia felt like they were elastic. They were totally stretched around his penis, affixed to him, refusing to let him go. He was part of me now. We kissed as he began sliding in and out. I never opened my eyes to see what was going on, all I could feel was his tongue at the back of my mouth, and his cock tunneling deeper and deeper into me with each successive thrust. It felt like he reached new depths with every push back in; I could feel my walls separating, I could feel him breaking them down mercilessly. I was warm inside but he was searing hot, and the deeper in he went, the better it felt. My Sex Diary, 2010: Ch. 05 I arched my legs up and wrapped them around his butt. I wanted to hold him in me forever. Matt started bouncing up and down on me, pushing my thighs into my body. He was starting to ream me. As he pulled up he tried to pull all the way out, and then when he sunk in he sunk all the way in. I tried to hold onto his back with my hands but we were both sweating buckets, and my hands just kept sliding around all over the place. Eventually I gave up, leaned back, and spread myself open to him. I spread all my limbs out like a starfish. He picked himself up off me and grabbed my hips; instead of reaming it was stabbing, short, hard drives in and out, relentlessly, ceaselessly penetrating me. I had one of those moments where I could hear myself, and all I heard was wining. I opened my eyes just as Sarah walked in. The party was still going on in the main room, where it had turned into a real orgy. Sarah was completely naked. Her massive tits bobbled around her chest. She sidled up by the side of the bed, grabbed one of my nipples, and pinched it hard. I shrieked. Matt stared at her, mouth wide open from panting, like mine was. Sarah crouched down, and slid a hand over my stomach, down through my bush and straight onto my clitoris. She was smiling like the cat that ate the canary. Then she started scraping at my clit through the hood. It was actually rubbing, but she was doing it so fast that it felt similar to sandpaper. The friction was lighting the whole area up. I tried to protest but I found my mouth covered by hers. She wanted more of me. Matt grabbed her arm, the one she was doing my clit in with, and started stroking it. We were both so euphoric from being so close to orgasm that we wanted her in on the action as well, even though we were completely new to the whole thing. I didn't know where she was planning to go, though. I didn't want her kissing me a whole lot because I didn't feel right about it. And I definitely didn't want Matt touching her. I'm not sure exactly what she wanted at that moment, but Sarah definitely knew where to draw the line, which I was thankful for. Eventually she drew away and felt us both up from the sideline -- not really in any sexual way. One hand she had on me, the other she had on Matt, positioned on his chest, feeling his muscles, rubbing him. To his credit, I didn't see him look at her body once. He stared into her eyes -- he got lost in her eyes, just like I'd gotten lost before -- but I never saw him looking at the massive rack on her chest, or looking like he wanted to go at it with her. I've said this before but I can't say it enough: Matt's got an amazing amount of respect for me, and I thank my lucky stars every day that I found a guy like him. I didn't cum that night. I came really close, really, really close, but there's only so long Matt can last as well. We'd been going for well over twenty minutes according to Sarah. "Have you ever cum on her?" Sarah asked him as it became more apparent that he was growing close to exploding. At that moment I couldn't remember whether or not he had. He loved ejaculating his semen inside of me, pussy, mouth, whatever. But I couldn't recall whether he'd splattered his load over my skin anywhere. "Can your boyfriend cum on you?" Sarah said, turning to me. "Let him mark his territory." She batted her eyelids at me. I didn't say anything. Then she drew close to me, and whispered in my ear: "Let me jack him off. Just a few pumps. I just want to feel that cock coming out from inside of you." I couldn't say anything, but I didn't really mind. It wasn't prolonged sexual contact or anything. And I had a feeling that she was going to clean up his cum for me, so it was the least I could do! I was too exhausted to either respond or pick myself up afterwards, but she knew it was okay for her to do so. She gave me a small kiss on the cheek before turning back to Matt. "Pull out, lover-man," Sarah said, biting her lip. Matt did so. I craned my neck to look across at his shaft. It glistened with my pussy juice. It was big. It was thick. It was red, and the head was purple. The blood vessels were amazingly pronounced. They looked like they were about to burst. He'd slaved away to give me an orgasm, but I just hadn't managed it. At least he could have his. And it was glorious, I'm sure, after holding it back for so long. He looked amazed as Sarah wrapped her hand around his shaft, finger by finger. The tool dwarfed her small mitt completely. And then she began pumping back and forth. I could see the strain on the skin. It just couldn't hold on for any longer. His penis was pointed right over at my chest. After six jacks, he began ejaculating. I've never seen a man ejaculate so far! String after string of sperm kept coming out. It painted itself across my chest and over my breasts having traveled quite the distance. He didn't make a sound. He closed his eyes and dropped his head as Sarah laughed and smiled and coaxed all the cum she could out of him. "Fuck," he gasped. I leaned over and pushed her head into the puddle of sperm he'd left on me. "I know you like icing, birthday girl," I said. She began slurping every inch of my flesh. I petted her as she did so. Matt's cock was mangled. I didn't know how long we went for eventually, but it had definitely been our longest uninterrupted session. It had begun the agonizing process of deflation, and after such a long fuck, I can only imagine that it felt awkward to say the least. Some people started filling up the bedroom, only realizing that there was a small fuck going on once we'd finished. For lack of a better place to put it, Matt slid back into my swamped sex and, after pushing Sarah away, collapsed back on me. We tried to kiss, but we didn't even have the energy to meet. Instead we rubbed cheeks. India, the blond that had had the sex of her life with the black guy, stroked Matt's butt. Then she spanked him a couple of times. She felt him up like Sarah had. Matt looked over at her. She was cute, if nothing else. Her small pussy even had a bit of gape going on. So that was how the night ended. People fell asleep anywhere they could; Matt and I and Sarah ended cuddling up on the bed. The whole thing was a new experience for me, and I think for Matt as well, though obviously I can't speak for him. I'd had my first sexual contact with a girl. I'd had my first public sex, or sex with other people around, and I guess one person in particular (before then I'd only gone one-on-one with other guys). I enjoyed the whole thing with Sarah. It's not like we really went at it, and I didn't get a whole lot of sexual gratification from her, even when she was playing with my nipples or my clitoris. It was just as if I was playing with myself with Matt fucking me. I asked Matt how he felt about having other girls around, and he said it was no big deal. I don't think he would ever admit it to me, but I've got a feeling that he might have had some passing fantasy about having sex with India, the petite blond, and maybe with Sarah. It's totally understandable, and I don't even feel bad about it or jealous or anything. Why should I, you know? He would never really want to though (at least I don't think). And I don't really think that I would want him to have sex with anyone else. Even if it was just something like Sarah asking to give him a blowjob. That short-lived handjob at the end really is the limit, I think. I don't want to sound old-fashioned or not open minded or anything. It's not even about restricting who he can have sex with, or anything like that. That's not how I mean it at all. Call me possessive, and I hope you don't judge me negatively when I say this, but I kind of just want him all for myself. He's so... perfect. And I don't use that lightly. I want him all for me; I want to know he's mine. I know that sounds really bad in print, but it's just how I feel. * * * As I said at the beginning, this was delayed because I'm really busy, and I'm still really busy. I plan to get all the backdating done, and I'll fill in all the missing entries, so don't worry. I've got plenty to write about! But I hope you can forgive me if I don't update regularly. Should we say maybe once every two weeks? I can probably commit to that. Just don't give up on me, okay? Also, I'm trying to write some fiction, but I've gotten almost no where on the project. I've planned it out, but I couldn't even find the time to write this, and this is much higher on the priority level. Maybe I'll release a few chapters here or there when I can manage it. Thanks for reading! Please send me a comment and rate this if you liked it and want me to keep on writing. I love you guys!