I'm sick.

He warned me.  He told me not to get too close.  He said he intended to "limit the bodily fluids we exchange," to keep me from catching his cold.  My mouth fell agape.  "Do you mean to tell me I get no birthday sex?"  He meant well and was only trying to protect me, but I was not happy.  Half-kidding, I suggested that sex might be okay if we just didn't kiss.  He started laughing, then leaned in to my ear and whispered, "But you're gonna want to down my cum, aren't you?"  I was breathless, and nodded.  I could feel my pussy get wet.

I sat across from him at dinner Googling whether or not you can catch a cold by swallowing the cum of someone who has one.  It was hilarious.  I couldn't find any experts reporting on the matter, but the general consensus seems to be that viruses cannot be spread that way.  I think I knew very well that my searching was useless, though—I don't know how I could have sex with him without kissing him.

Those first kisses happened gingerly.  They were soft pecks, and I was thinking to myself, "Oh, maybe if they're really light kisses I won't get sick.  This should be a fine kiss.  This is a good, light kiss."  And then mouths opened, and our tongues touched, and I gave in.  And it seemed he did, too.  He gave in to not being the gentleman, and forwent the effort to save me from him.

There are a lot of disjointed memories I have about the sex.  There was a lot of it, and there was a lot of stopping and starting, a lot of teasing, and so I've lost track of the exact order of things.  I remember bending over in front of him to reach for something, and feeling his hand press against my pussy through my jeans.  I remember him pulling my pants down around me knees, and I was so sure that he was going to penetrate me then and there.

He leaned down and kissed my ass.  He told me that he wasn't going to mark my ass tonight—that it was too beautiful.  He leaned in further and licked my pussy.  It was irresistible.  I bent over further, sticking my backside out to him, hoping this would progress quickly.  He licked my pussy and asshole for a little while, stood up, and I just knew that he was going to pull out his cock and stick it into me.  Instead, he said, "I'm not putting anything in your pussy.  I'm going to wait until later so I can lick the cream out of you and share it with you."  He pulled up my pants, very high, intentionally pulling my underwear up between my pussy lips.

Later, on my bed, making out with all our clothes on, I remember telling him, "I'm sure there's some cream for you right now."

Later still, after many orgasms, I was bent over at my closet door.  At this point, we actually had guests in the other room, and we couldn't close the door to my room or they'd know what was going on.  Door fully open, us just barely around the corner and out of sight, I braced myself with my closet rod as he slid into me over and over again...  We were practically holding our breath, silent as we could be, our fucking reflected in the full-length mirror on my wall.  As I shuddered with another orgasm, my pussy clenching around his cock, I was so aware that it was definitely worth it.

Now, with my sore throat, runny nose, congestion and achiness fully set in, that memory of being bent over by my closet keeps me happy.  Silently screaming as I came all over his cock.

I say many things are "the best feeling."  Him licking my pussy is the best feeling.  Cuddling with him, all naked, and sweet, and warm, is the best feeling.  But coming on his cock... that is the best feeling.

Opening Presents

Only two posts since last Christmas. That really is shameful.

Lots of sex has been had—exciting, dirty, playful, and loving sex. How have we not written about any of it?

Last night, S came over to my house around 9:30pm. He had just finished working an 8 ½ hour shift (yes, on Christmas) and had to be back the next morning, so it really was sweet that he came over. His home is a good 20-40 minute drive from mine.

We opened presents, which were all very thoughtful and personal. Those are the best kind of gifts. S sat around listening to music on his new headphones (from me), and we just kind of basked in the holiday glow of the evening. Soon it was midnight, and S had to leave the next morning at 8am for another day of work. He was exhausted, and announced that he was going to bed.  If I took too long, he would be asleep.

S removed  his clothes and climbed into my bed. I disappeared into the bathroom for a minute or two, and when I emerged, all of the lights were out. I crawled onto the bed next to him and asked him to turn on the soft light by my bedside. He resisted, trying to kiss me in the dark, but I pulled away.

“Please,” I urged him. “Turn on the light. You wouldn't open a present in the dark, would you?”

He sighed and turned on the light. I was sitting there in my sweater from that day—black with a big white bow printed on it, and buttons all down the front. I had joked all evening that I looked like a gift, all wrapped up, but I don't think he suspected there was such truth behind my statement. My pants were gone, and he could see my red thong with two tiny black bows, and black lace in the back, right above my ass.

He leaned in and kissed me, fumbling with the buttons on my sweater. As they came undone, I wondered at exactly what point he would notice what was beneath it. One bow now removed, he was presented with another. I was wearing a delicate red bra covered in red ruffles. It has black lace trim along the top of the cups, and it fastens in the front with black satin ribbon, tied into a nice bow.  A tug of one edge of that slippery ribbon, and my breasts would be exposed.

“See?” I asked, coyly. “I'm a present.”

He smirked and sat back to look at me. Without a word, he grabbed his phone, and I knew exactly what he was doing.  He snapped a picture of me sitting there, waiting for him to do with me as he pleased.

He put his phone down and squinted his eyes at me like he was trying to collect a memory. “Is this new?” he asked. “Yes,” I said, with a smile. He leaned over me and reached his arms beneath me, laying me down on my back as he went in for a deep kiss.

“God, you look good,” he said as he spun me around and pulled me until my head was hanging off the edge of the bed, chin pointed to the sky. He immediately slid his hard cock into my mouth. Without missing a beat, I angled my head just so, so he could easily fuck my throat, stroke after stroke. There's a tenderness in his roughness, and I love it.

He slid out of my mouth, and sat me up on the bed, so my back was to him. He climbed on the bed behind me and pushed me down so my chest was buried in the bed, my ass in the air. He pulled my underwear down just enough to gain access, but not enough to give me mobility. He leaned down and licked my pussy, but not enough to give me any great pleasure—just enough to make sure my entrance was wet enough for him to force his way in.

To be continued...

8 Months.

I have been an awful person.

It's been over 8 months since my last post.

While I could simply say that I've been busy, being the reason for my posting absence. However that isn't exactly the case.

Z and I have had a very...productive year so far. A year full of laughter, arguments, smiles and tears.

We hit our 4 year anniversary this summer. June 10th to be exact. We both forgot about it.

You know we've been together for so long, on and off, we've gotten used to not dealing with the normal conventions of a "relationship." Not that we specifically do not like playing by the set rules of one, but who says there are any rules to love. I think we can all agree on that.

We were just discussing today, how crazy it is that we're still together and still madly in love. We never intended on this. I nearly forced her into dating me and now she can't get enough. It's a nice feeling to know that...

We have had our downs, that's for sure, mostly brought on by pent up aggression in our lives or old issues that creep up. However our ups, our ups are so vibrantly amazing I can hardly put them into words.

Today, specifically, was an up day.

Z still lives a short distance from me, so for me to see her I would rather us spend an entire day together. In fact I canceled later plans today just so I could spend a bit more time with her. Though she doesn't know that and she doesn't need to.

I showed up at her house. She was wearing is beautiful denim summer dress. This inspired me and I decided I we would go for a picnic. Griffith Park is only a few miles away from her, so we grabbed some delicious food and went to the park.

While it's been unnaturally hot lately, today was perfect. 80 degrees with a light breeze. We sat eating our food, listening to the Rolling Stones, talking about everything and nothing.

I pulled her up onto my lap and we started to kiss.

Our lips locked as if it had been years and my large hands gripped her tiny delicate neck as I pulled her into my mouth.

I started stroking her pussy through the thin pink fabric of her underwear, she was instantly wet.

"I want you." She said.

I looked around and could only see open trails and families of children...there was no place for us.

But she was persistent and encouraged me to find a spot.

We walked down a shaded trail from the main park...passed a few people...we looked around...

Every place was exposed.

Until I saw it. What seemed like it was made for just this occasion, my eyes landed on a small tree off the side of the trail. It was perfect. A very small hole in the branches and leaves let Z and I slip in. It almost seemed shaped like a hut. No one could see in but we could see out.

The tree wrapped us in perfect protection so that I could turn Z around, hike up her dress, unzip my pants and force my throbbing cock into her juicy warm pussy.

We started slow but it didn't take long for our eagerness to get the better of us and I was plowing my dick into my rightfully claimed pussy. My beautiful little pussy that was made for me.

I had to constantly tell Z to be quiet as families and hikers passed our location, completely unaware that I was pumping into her.

Her arms rested on a thick branch until I made her come.

Again.

And.

Again.

It was beautiful. It was the kind of thing you read about in sappy love novels, in terrible porn films and tales of Lord of The Rings. Fucking my woman in the forest.

It was glorious.

I had to bend down for the only two positions that seemed plausible, fucking her from behind and then while she was standing, facing me with one leg thrown over my shoulder. For moment I happily tongue fucked her asshole while waiting for another group of people to pass.

I couldn't believe it was happening.

After she came for the third time, so made it her mission, as always, to get my sweet come.

She had me lean against the thick branch and she began riding me, facing the other other direction.

I couldn't see her face, only the image her hair dancing up and down as she took control of my cock. I got closer and closer with every pump, the image of this petite little thing pleasing me with such enthusiasm. Her ass rippling as she slammed down on me...

I was in heaven.

She bounced and bounced and bounced until I came and she worked my cock as I shot my load of hot come into her mouth.

We stood up and both of us were sweating profusely.

I couldn't believe it just happened.

I zipped up my pants, Z slipped on her underwear and we walked back to my car at a very slow and staggered pace.

I'm so pleased with today. Today was a perfectly up day indeed.

Over dose.

Productive.

Not exactly the word I should use to describe my absence from this blog.

Busy.

A more applicable word, however it's not quite right.

Overwhelmed.

Ah, that's it. The perfect word to describe my absence indeed.

When you have too many thoughts, when your brain is pulled in different directions, it's hard to focus on just one thing. Especially when while you're trying to think of that one thing, you're currently doing another. This applies to my relationship with Z as of late.

Let me explain...

We do not live together. In fact we live about 30 miles from one another, sometimes this is a serious inconvenience but usually it's a blessing. We see each other once, twice, occasionally three times in a week, however nothing more. This absence creates a longing, a deep desire to be close to each other. This desire boils over to a need.

Lately, this "need" is all we have been satisfying. Every time we see each other, I feel as if it's been years. Every time we kiss, I feel as if it's our first and last kiss we will share. Every time I'm inside of her,  I feel as if life couldn't get any better.

I could tell her about the countless times I have bent her over, shoving her head into the floor, the table, the bed. I could talk about the gallons of cum she has eagerly downed. I could talk about the time on the couch, in her room, in the car, on the roof. I could even describe her amazing nipples, her breasts as they shake up and down as my cock slams into her.

However, I plan to tell you what she is to me. Not just my toy, my friend, my muse.

She is a drug. A drug. A drug I need. Her pussy calls my name. Her pussy opens for me. Her pussy knows I need her.

I'm surprised I haven't over dosed yet.

How could I though? I love her more than I love myself. I'm easy to sacrifice.

Maybe I over dosed a long time ago.

Was it when we met? Was it when we kissed? Was it when we broke things off? Was it when we were with each other for the first time?

Or is it every time? Every time I see her? I think so.

After three years, at 20 years old, my love only grows for this girl. This amazing, beautiful, quirky, hilarious, sexual girl.

My girl. Yes. My lovely girl.

Gasping for breath

He makes me gasp for breath...

When he presses his lips hard against mine, his tongue pushing its way into my mouth.

When his hand rests on my ass, sliding up under my dress.

When his pushes me up against the wall, his hand closing in around my throat, choking me.

When he rips my top down, my breasts bouncing slightly from the force, and he takes one in his mouth.

When he spins me around so my chest is against the wall, my ass sticking out for his enjoyment.

When he slides down to his knees, kissing and biting at my ass, moaning softly.

When he tells me, "Don't move," and I stay as still as I can, back arched, while he snaps a photo of me.

When his fingers slip between my legs, barely grazing the fabric covering my pussy, feeling my wetness seeping through.

When he spins me back around once more, spreading my legs as I stand, pulling my underwear to the side.

When he stares so adoringly at my pussy, with this look of longing.

When I feel his breath on my flesh, as he leans in closer, his eyes never leaving mine.

When his tongue finally makes contact, sliding down over my clit, spreading my pussy lips, lapping up my juices.

When he picks me up and carries me over to the bed, laying me down, legs spread.

When he drops back down to his knees, burying his face in my pussy, devouring me.

When he dangles his cock in my face, teasing me, showing me what I could have.

When he shoves it down my throat, fucking my face, choking me with his cock.

When he finally climbs on top of me and rams his cock into me, pounding me over and over again.

When I come, his body slamming against me, my fingers playing with my clit, and I scream.

When his cum pumps into my hungry mouth, and I can hear him moaning, his fingers laced through my hair.


Such a panic-associated feeling, gasping for breath, has never been so welcome...

It's almost like he was never here at all.

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Sucking Cock

I love sucking my boy's cock.  It's so smooth, and hard, and delicious.  It feels like velvet.  I love the way it drips precum when it wants me.  I love when it's resting on his stomach, and I lean in very close, my mouth an inch or so away, and it jerks up on its own, straining to meet me.  How could I possibly pick a favorite thing about sucking his cock?

Look at the way that his head mushrooms out so perfectly.  Look at the way the veins strain against his skin.  Look at the way he turns almost purple when he's so aroused.  These pictures were taken after he'd been fucking me for a long time.

He honestly has one of the most aesthetically pleasing cocks I've ever seen.  It's so fucking beautiful.  I want to know it backwards and forwards, but I also never want to stop learning new things about it, new things that make him tick, make him squirm, make him writhe in pleasure, and make him want to come.

I love the feeling of taking him in my mouth when he's completely soft (something which must be done swiftly, if at all, as he never stays soft long) and letting him harden in my mouth, feeling him grow, filling up my mouth, prodding at the back of my throat.

I love running my tongue up the length of his hard cock, from base to tip... his eyes glued to me, his expression begging me to stop teasing him.

I love working his shaft with my hand and taking his balls in my mouth, sucking on one ball at a time, and then taking them both in my mouth, spreading his thighs apart with my hands and slipping my face down further, my tongue stretching to reach for his asshole.

I love listening and feeling for his reactions as I suck his cock.  Sometimes they're very subtle: the tensing of his body, his breath becoming slightly more labored, his cock twitching in my mouth.  However, sometimes they're more obvious: his eyes will roll back, his face will contort suddenly, almost an expression of pain, he'll let out a deep groan...  I can feel the blood pumping through his cock.  It's utterly arousing.

I love sliding down farther, letting his cock slip into my throat, fucking it.  I love when he laces his fingers through my hair, speeding up my pace, forcing my face down for long periods of time, making me gag on him.

I love when his eyes meet mine as I'm sucking on him and he mouths to me, "I love you."  I love when he whispers to me that I'm his little slut, that he knows I want his cock, orders me to gag on him...  I love it when he tells me I'm a good girl.  I love, I love, I love it when he tells me I'm "such a good girl."  I always react, grabbing at his ass, speeding up my pace, pulling him as far into my mouth as I can take him, my moans muffled by the cock stuffing my face.  I want so badly to please him.  I feel this strong pang of love and devotion.

I want to make him come instantly, but I want to just keep him in this never ending state of pleasure at the same time...  I want to feel his cum pumping into my mouth right away, I want to taste it, but I also don't want it to end.

Without Words.

I push the doorbell.

I hear a faint ring coming from inside, followed by the sharp steps of heels hitting the wooden floor of her apartment.

This sound makes me question myself, "We weren't planning to do anything, were we?"

The door unlocks and she stands there in front of me.

I start at her feet, sure enough, she's wearing black heels. The black heels she typically wears to formal events. My gaze lifts, I notice the black stockings and my eagerness starts to set in. I look higher to find only a tight gray shirt with lace under the neck line. Nothing else.

Not a skirt, nor a dress, not even underwear. Only her perfect little pussy, waiting to be pleased.

I walk in, take her body in my arms and immediately kiss her. Our tongues starting to dance as one hand grips the back of her head and the other tightens on her bare ass.

Without a word I lead her into the dining room and bend her over the table, sweeping her paperwork aside. I push her down on the cold hard wood as I slip into her warm soft pussy. She lets out a moan and gasps for air. Her pussy wasn't ready for my cock just yet, it's tight walls squeezed against my hard shaft as I forced myself into her. I slowly gain speed and force as I slip in and out. My balls slapping against her clit. Even in her heels I notice that she manages to stand on her tip-toes. She lets my cock inside of her with such ease as she arches her back. She's so good to me. She's so good to my cock.

Without a word I flipped her over on the table. Put her legs above my shoulders and slid inside of her.

Without a word she latched onto my neck and I carried her into the bedroom. Slamming her down on my cock as I walked with her.

Without a word we continued. Only her moans and the slapping of skin broke the silence.

Without a word we came.

Without a word her pussy rested inside of my mouth as she kicked and convulsed to a stop.

Without a word my hot cum flowed down her face and into her mouth.

Without a word we lay together, our sweaty bodies holding onto each other.

Without a word, we said, "I love you."