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I haven't written in a few weeks, and for this I feel badly. The time elapsed since my last post has seen a relationship end, and another begin. Heather, my on-again, off-again lover for the past two years, entered into a serious relationship, and we have gone back to just being friends. However, a new complication came on the horizon around the same time, and her name is Melissa.
Melissa and I have known each other for a little over a year, and not long after meeting her, I told her one night - drunkenly - how beautiful she is. She demurred, not wanting to complicate her life with a fuckbuddy, but the sexual attraction between us was to great for us to stay apart for long. She came over one night when the girlfriend was at work, and after a couple of drinks, sparks flew.
We had made out before - no big deal, right - but this time, I was bold enough to venture to the neck - and a lovely neck it is. Melissa is a type I've long lusted after but never had - tall and curvaceous. I have had mediumish height, I have had curvaceous - but she is a full 6'1", but not lanky at all. Her legs are long, elegant, her torso a work of art, her breasts huge, firm, with textured areolas.
Melissa is a fun, goofy girl - and after we got naked, she giggled uncontrollably for minutes. We stood in the bedroom, looking at each other, giggling. She tried to stop laughing, and we kissed some more - tentative kisses, still shocked and delighted by the nakedness of one another. It wasn't too many deep kisses, though, before her hands were all over me, and mine all over her: exploring each little part of her body. She wasn't too shy too move her hands down my chest, to my stomach. Soon, my cock was in her left hand, being gently stroked, and her right hand played with my chest, rubbing it and moving from one nipple to other. The look in her eyes was total desire; the smile was gone, but the look was nothing short of invigorating. My cock was pulsing as she dropped to her knees and took my dick in her mouth.
She expertly licked and sucked me, stroking the length of me while my balls were in her mouth. I was on the verge of losing my load, right in her mouth, when I guided her to the bed. For an hour or so we thrashed in the sheets, reveling in the feeling of our bodies next to, on top of, rubbing against one another. I was entranced by putting her breasts in my mouth and listening to her moans, testing the wetness of her pussy with a finger or two, hearing her slight moans. Everything about this girl breathes sexuality; it makes me so aroused to even recall it. I almost came just from her begging me to go down on her.
I was glad to oblige, and I found her to be an eager proponent of the 69 position, without my even suggesting. She confessed she had been with a few girls, but when I asked her what she liked best, she grabbed my cock and put it in her mouth again, and said: "Your dick is all I want."
We fucked. And fucked. And fucked.
First she let me fuck her from behind, her arms against the wall. I was afraid of losing it quickly, and I did. She did the sweetest thing; turning around, she kissed me lovingly and said, "it's alright, baby," then licked my dick clean. She then teased me, on top, straddling me, until I got hard again - and then, she put me back inside her, and rode me hard for several minutes. We fucked missionary style, still my favorite for just letting go and falling into one another's spiritual essence. Her passion, endurance, and willingness to let go and enter into a new, scary, exciting, and mututally satisfying place with her lover is what I prize in all my partners.
We have enjoyed each other over the last few weeks and I look forward to writing more about the places that we go. I am somewhat unadventurous, having not met the right person that I trust to take me to unexplored territory, but I may just have found her in Melissa.
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Dec. 1st, 2009 @ 08:58 pm
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I was thinking that today was going to be another wash-out. 54 was supposed to meet me over lunch (he'd been making dark hints about elevators), and hence I had put on a skirt and boots and claimed to him that I wasn't wearing panties (a lie- it's cold out there!), but it didn't work out because he got stuck in a meeting with his boss to discuss the trip to Copenhagen, and didn't come out until 5 minutes before I went back to work.
However, after a succession of texts, we arranged to meet after work. He was actually working late, until 10 p.m., but he could take a break.
Of course, the conference I was working at then ran late, so he was hanging around the back of the (closed) bar inside the building waiting for me. Once my meeting had ended, I gathered my stuff together, went to the bathroom and took my panties off, and shot down two floors to meet him, sitting in the dark round the side of the bar where nobody could see him. He looked at me, somewhat pissed off because I was late, but understanding that it wasn't my fault.
"The second office on the right. I've unlocked the door" he said. I nodded, walked on past. Went around the corner, round another corner, walked to the office, opened it, fearing that... somehow... somebody would be in there.
Nobody. And huge bay windows looking out on the grounds of the park. Oh, yessss...
I dropped my bag and coat on a desk. He came in behind me, grinned, and said he had to lock the door. I watched him, then turned around, walked over to the desk next to where I'd put my things. Sat on it, lifted my skirt up slightly. He came over to me, kissed me hard. Leant back, and we grinned at each other. He lifted my skirt up, slid a hand under, felt my thighs- touched my bare pussy. I wasn't wet a minute ago when I was in the bathroom. Now? I don't know. But when he stops and leans back a second, I reach under and touch myself. Wet, yes. Not dripping, but my clit is already slippery. He bites my neck.
I stroke myself for a mere couple of seconds before he leans in and kisses me again, harder, and, without breaking the kiss, starts to undo his belt and pants. I angle my hips forward on the desk, moving up to the edge. He gets his cock out, but has to break off, as he's got so much strapped to his hips (16 pounds worth of equipment, he tells me), that it's making things really awkward.
Not enough to make much of a difference, however, we're both determined. He pulls me forward, I attempt to wrap my legs around his hips but my knee-high boots are making it damn awkward, so I don't and just cock them up around his ears. He reaches between us, grabs himself, aims... and it won't go all the way in, the position is all wrong, but he gets some of it in and fucks me. I can barely feel him inside me.
I am leaning my torso back, my weight on my wrists, and he is bending over the table, kissing me to keep me quiet as he likes to do, and I'm trying to angle myself better so that he can get inside me properly. My left leg snags on something- I think it's his radio, and immediately think "Fuck, turning it on by kicking it would be really fucking stupid!", so I lift my leg away in a hurry.
He pushes into me, and he comes. It can't have been more than two minutes since he got into me.
I don't mind- this was more for kicks than for anything else. I've finally lost my this-workplace virginity, and I'm amused as hell. Besides, I knew what I was in line for- this, as I explained by text to a dear friend and blog reader a few minutes later (as I simply had to crow about it to somebody instantly!) is why I always blow him for his first orgasm. So that he can come as fast as he needs to... and then we can get on with the actual fun and fucking.
My first thought is that he better pull out before he gets come and wet smeared on his pants, but he stays in me a moment, moving a bit more, then I reach down between us. He slides out of me, still semi-hard, and I hold him in my hand until he steps back and I lick my fingers and palm clean.
He starts to readjust his clothing- at which point I realise that my leg had actually snagged his holster, and somehow I'd managed to open it. His gun gleams dully in the semi-dark, and I'm grinning again.
He puts himself back together. I just pull my skirt back down. He asks me about my bruises, and I tell him that they're OK, very green. I can't show him- it's too dark, which is disappointing. He asks if my husband has noticed, and I reassure him that no, he hasn't. He smiles disbelievingly, kisses me- bites my tongue hard. I pick up my bag. As we walk to the door, he reaches between my legs and pinches my mound hard. I tell him that's also still sore from last week.
He goes out first. I walk out about 20 seconds later. There's nobody along this stretch of the building at this time, we're OK. He heads across the hallway, up an escalator, me behind. He walks out, greets a few people hanging around outside smoking. I come up behind, we say Hi, he walks me across the carpark and up the side of the security arrangements, muttering about how he really wants to fuck me again right here, but there are cameras everywhere... He pinches my chin a second, and I laugh. There's nobody around- we have a concrete wall on one side, bamboo on the other.
We stop, say Goodnight, standing well apart.
I walk off to catch a train home, feeling my panties squelch between my thighs. When I get home, after kissing my husband, I go to the bathroom and take them down. There are blobs of still-wet come on the crotch. |
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Whew. This has been an *extremely* productive writing binge I've been on. There are a few more ideas rolling around and some half finished stories to finish, so I'm not done yet!
Girl Friday VIII – A Taste of Italy
Part 2
By One Degree
A loud noise jolted Becca upright from a deep sleep. Looking around, it took her a moment to remember that she was in Antonia’s apartment over the restaurant. ( ”Read ) |
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Girl Friday VIII – A Taste of Italy
Part 1
By One Degree
Becca stared at Jeannie’s back as she crossed the patio and deck to the kitchen door of the main house before turning and walking to the carriage house. ( ”Read ) |
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Nov. 12th, 2009 @ 01:59 pm
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7:31 AM 11/11/09 · The reason you see the date there inside the post is cuz I don't have an internet connection at home and I like folks to know when I actually wrote something, whenever it is I get around to posting it.
I do this in all my journals.
This is my sex journal. Unlike most I've got my main one clearly mentioned on the profile, somewhere or other, cuz frankly I'm not embarrassed about this one and I don't see the need to hide I have a sex journal from people. However, most of this journal is friends only, with the exception of 8 posts for public display that I rarely change every few years.
I've had an active sex journal since 2004. Sadly, the sex life hasn't been so active the last couple years but I still post about sex and occasionally wax nostalgic about the numerous women I've boinked over the years.
Oh yeah, as the icon and 'boinked' may indicate, I'm fairly goofy. Hell a quick read of my profile displays a level of silliness that might surprise some for a sex journal. Also fairly evident in most of my posts.
I'm a black male, though most can't see it as I'm a bit of a mutt, local to the SF Bay Area. I'll be 39 November 24th. In decent shape and devestatingly cute. Not really expecting to make a hookup with anyone, everytime I meet someone promising online they live very FAR away, but I'm not generally opposed. This is a rough, off form, attempt at an add me post.
Oh, also I'm straight...for whatever that's worth. Non·mongamous too, which isn't the same as polyamorous no matter who tells you different.
Generally I post to this journal once a week, sometimes more.
Comment if you want to add me, either here or on my 'friends only' banner. If I don't add you back immediately give me a couple days.
Journals not written in English I generally won't add back as I can't read them. If you're profile is vague to blank and you've got no visible entries I probably won't add you back either, I like to get a sense of who I'm friending.
I don't post naked pics of myself and while I'm really cute...you don't need to see that unless you're wrapped around me. Rarely post much of any pics to this account either, though on occasion I will for those I am having ze sex with if they're cool with it.Current Mood: awake Current Music: Havana Ginger in a POV dealio |
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In my last post I alluded to a girl who sat next to a former lover of mine in a college class. Her name is Lynn, and we have had a long, somewhat meandering, and very erotic friendship together.
We became friends while working on the student newspaper together in college.( Read more... )
Nov. 9th, 2009 @ 10:02 am
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Broke 19 year old who does private shows on yahoo for some help. Leave me a comment here if interested, then we can xxchange pics and work something out ;) .
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Nov. 7th, 2009 @ 01:19 pm
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Dear Reader, Be warned that this is a teasing tale. There are a lot of allusions to sex, but no real sex scene is written here. But sometimes the thoughts that come before being with someone are just as nice.
Nov. 7th, 2009 @ 01:46 am
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I meant have this finished in time for the holiday... but it's late. :) Enjoy, if you're over 18.... and IM me if you read it:
AIM: theparttimeperv
Yahoo: theparttimeperv@yahoo.com
MSN: Parttimepervert@hotmail.com
I swear, Halloween is the best time of year for horny guys like me. Girls seem to love dressing up as sexy pirates, sexy devils, or sexy anything, really. The following story took place that night... but it's not scary at all.
My friends Michelle and Cassie and I decided to do a group costume this year for some frat Halloween party. The girls dressed as two schoolgirls and I made myself up like a strict teacher—shirt and tie and ruler.
Michelle, Cassie and I have been friends since Freshman orientation in the drama department. They were both performing arts majors, and although I’ve hung out with them for more than year, we were never anything more than “friends,” until tonight…
( Read more... )
Nov. 5th, 2009 @ 07:16 pm
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The Whole Shebang!
That's the table of contents, if you will. Enjoy everything and ignore Girl Friday 8 for the moment or just be teased.
Moi
Nov. 3rd, 2009 @ 06:15 pm
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CSR 3 – The Dinner Party
Part 1
By One Degree
Bill Anderson’s home was deep in an old part of Atlanta where some of the houses actually survived General Sherman’s March to the Sea campaign. Todd kept an eye on the GPS as he carefully maneuvered his 720i past cars parked on the road that were twice as expensive as his. ( Read on... )
Nov. 3rd, 2009 @ 06:07 pm
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I hope nobody gets offended if this post is mainly written in Spanish. I could translate it if someone's interested. Feel free to check my journal.
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So today I was checking some old files and I found this mail I wrote to a friend of mine. This friend is kind of special since she introduced me to the naughty side of myself... actually she didn´t teach me anything. It was just that for some reason I could behave like a perverted when she was around. This is the mail: (It's written in Spanish, my native language. I'll try to translate it someday if there's someone interested. HINT: Comment please! XD)
"Hola
Como estas? espero que te este yendo muy bien por alla. Yo ando bien, ocupado con lo mismo de siempre y haciendo las mismas cosas. El otro dia me paso algo, en realidad fue un sueño. Así es, soñé contigo! Fue un sueño muy intenso así que trataré de contartelo a detalle. Fue más o menos así.
( Seguir leyendo )
Nov. 1st, 2009 @ 02:11 am
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Girl Friday VII – Kissing Cousins
Part 2
By One Degree
Three.
“Pull over! Oh God, pull over quick!” ( Read on... )
Oct. 29th, 2009 @ 06:05 pm
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Girl Friday VII – Kissing Cousins
Part 1
By One Degree
One.
Jeannie was still sleeping when Jay woke. Sometime during the night, she had kicked the covers down to her knees and now mumbling something she turned toward him while he was deciding if he wanted to get up or not. It wasn’t quite snoring, but she definitely breathed heavily while she slept, so her mouth was parted slightly as she lay there. Jay decided that it was really cute, but the ‘little brain’ reminded him what else she did with that mouth and the response was very swift. ( Read on... )
Oct. 28th, 2009 @ 08:12 am
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She's baaaack...
CSR 2 – All Work and no Play…
Part 2
By One Degree
“Hi guys! I decided to just have dinner by myself,” Todd caught the emphasis, “Look who I ran into?” ( Read on... )
May. 27th, 2020 @ 12:26 pm
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I’m sitting on his knee. He unbuttons my top. His hand brushes the material back and gropes at my breasts, pushing my bra up above my tits and fondling me. It’s rough and my nubs harden.
From here it’s a matter of minutes until I find myself lying face down, my nipples pressing deliciously against the cold wooden floorboards. My panties are still around my knees as he mounts me, lifting my hips off the floor and sliding his cock inside. His member’s long but it’s the girth I struggle with, my pussy aching, stretched and oh so sore. He pounds himself into my cunt, gripping my hips and digging his nails in.
He comes stroking himself over my ass and the curve of my back and then wipes his cock against my cheeks.
Oct. 21st, 2009 @ 05:17 pm
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Wind and Rain I stood at the wooden rail of our deck in the dusk after the sun went down, but when there was still enough light to see the silhouettes of the tall pine and fir trees swaying in the heavy winds. The electricity in the air was palpable. I held onto the rail and closed my eyes and tipped my head back enjoying the sensations of the wind whipping through my hair and causing my light dress to billow about my body and around my legs. I always loved the feeling of a storm as it was brewing and the smell of the warm rain that was soon to come. Sometimes it came, and other times it would just pass on by. ( He knows me better than anyone. He knew that for exactly what it was; an invitation to access my largest erogenous zone that isn’t normally covered by my panties. )
Oct. 18th, 2009 @ 11:15 pm
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