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.

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...

Pictures.

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This pussy.

This pussy

belongs to S.

And he has more than earned it. Do you see how wet I am? That's not boy-cum, those are pussy juices. Just one of countless times that he has licked, and fingered, and fucked me into a quivering mess.

My boy is so good to me. He always gives my pussy lots of attention with his fingers and his mouth, often times dropping to his knees in the middle of sex to lick and finger my pussy for a bit before sliding his cock back into me. He frequently makes me come this way. But it's not every day that he really takes his time, and I mean a long time, slowly getting me worked up, teasing my clit and my pussy, speeding up, but slowing back down before I come, drawing it out... He gave me such a decadent treat today.

I pulled him onto the bed. I was lying on my back and he settled in on top of me. I tried to bring him up higher so his face met mine, but he refused. Instead, he smiled and slid down further on my body. He unbuttoned my pants and peeled them back slightly, revealing the lace of my underwear. He pulled the top edge of those down as well and leaned down and kissed the spot he'd uncovered.

He motioned for me to raise my ass, and when I did, he pulled both my pants and my underwear down and off of me, tossing them aside. I was practically giddy, anticipating what was coming next. I needed him so bad.

He gently spread my legs and slid down further on the bed, positioning himself just right, his face inches away from my pussy. I could feel his breath on me. I was trembling. He looked at me, leaned in, and spat as the very top of my slit. I could feel his warm saliva dripping down over my clit, down to my asshole. He blew on my clit, the sensation heightened by the wetness.

Finally, he leaned in and licked me. It was a slow, soft lick with the flat of his tongue. He knows just how to get me started. That kind of a lick is irresistible. He licked me again, his tongue passing over my clit, sending shivers through my whole body. I melted.

I felt so relaxed, which is the nicest thing. Like it's a present. A gift to you, and you don't have to do anything but lie back and enjoy it. I can never tell exactly what he's doing the entire time he's eating my pussy—it's rather mystifying to me—but I could feel him sucking the flesh of my pussy into his mouth, flicking his tongue against my clit, circling it, letting me go again. Sucking me back into his mouth, releasing me. I could feel his teeth teasing around the skin surrounding my clit, gently grazing me, driving me wild.

My breathing was started to get heavier and more labored. I propped my head up, locking eyes with him, watching his tongue work so gently, lapping away at my pussy. I find that the softest licks get me the most frenzied. I'm not sure why this is. S has told me that when I fuck him slow, he wants to come sooner, and the reason is because, when we're going slow, he can feel every single ridge and detail inside of me, and everything is so heightened because of it. Maybe it's the same thing for me when he licks my pussy.

I always feel so overwhelmed with love when I stare into his eyes while he's eating my pussy. I can feel him pouring his heart into me. He wants so badly to please me, to make me happy, to make me come. He buries his face in my pussy, rubbing it all over his chin, his nose, his cheeks, sometimes as far up as his eyes, getting cream from my pussy all over. He'll reach his tongue inside of me, and bring it back up, showing me all the cream that my body's making, showing me what he does to me. He knows how much this turns me on. It makes me even wetter.

He swirls his tongue over my clit, back and forth, back and forth. He lifts my ass up, placing my legs over his shoulders, and slides his tongue down over my asshole, spreading my cheeks with his hands and forcing his tongue inside, tongue fucking me, then sliding his tongue back up over my clit. He sucks my pussy lips into his mouth, one at a time, then releases them, running his tongue down my thigh, leaving a trail of kisses as he works his way back up.

I honestly can't tell you how long this went on for. I was completely unaware of time. I was lost. It was overwhelming and so incredible. When he could tell I was getting close, he stopped, and sat up a bit, staring at my pussy. It was so swollen, my lips all plumped up, my clit protruding from between them. It was begging to be touched. I was aching. He pulled himself up a bit and kissed me on the mouth. I could taste myself on him.

I licked some of my juices off of his chin, and he lowered himself back down a bit and rubbed his face over my breasts, smearing what was left from my pussy on his face onto my body. He took my nipple in his mouth for a few moments, biting and sucking, before I gently laced my fingers through his hair, urging him back down.

He began lapping at my pussy again, speeding up, his licks becoming more urgent. He pulled back for a moment and brought his hand up to where I could see it. I watched him press three of his fingers together and lower them down between my legs. I held my breath. I needed this.

I was so wet by this point, he had no difficulty sliding all three fingers into me. I groaned. “OhhmyGod...” When he tongue hit my clit again, I was gone. He pumped his fingers slowly out and back into me, his tongue flicking back and forth over my clit. I've always loved it when he fingers me fast and hard, and he knows this, but for some reason, the slow finger-fucking was really getting to me... It reminded me of why he says he likes fucking me slow. I could feel every detail of his fingers, I was so stimulated, it was overwhelming... He started to speed up, and I asked him to keep going slow. All of a sudden, I was right there. I took a deep breath... and I came, hard. I started screaming, and he kept right on finger-fucking me with a slow and steady rhythm, and licking me, and I kept coming and coming for what felt like such a long time...

Finally, at my prompting, he slowed down. I was spent, and shaking, and so filled with adoration for that boy. My boy. I brought him up to kiss me. I think I must have been smiling from ear to ear. I'm so damn lucky.