You make me crazy, this wanton depiction of youth– mine gone into sunset, relived through the photography of a young man with a hard cock. Cunt fingers in the sliding culture of pussy love. Show me those rose bud sluts in October nights. On the street sexual beginnings full of cause and want. A tight debate with a bitch possessing the breath of sun and strong thighs turns my fantasy into orgasms like water.
Still frames of girls I’ll never be–pushing weight, drip and glide longer than life will allow in these moments I swallow your deep heavy imagery. My tongue full– causing want, to feed a girl, blindfold and grind commands of tales that moan. Lifted eyes refrain form slow warm pools of porn, reaching sweet anxiety, my mouth drops open, spreading throbs for your sliding tip. Pulling moans of intricacies of my day, fuck fuck– masturbate your reverberating ways.
Your archive shows, pictures manuscripts photography– pulls, kicks, breaths, chokes with a significant mission and a rare release of milky rain and sunshine nightmares. Thank you for those shards of anticipation soaked in wander land of liberation perpetually sexual symbolic in girth.
Yours,
Library Vixen
This letter is featured in NUDIEZINE Issue no.12 -the First Anniversary Issue. Go buy it.
image by Tsuru
As I drove into work this morning I was thinking about how much I was in need of serious deep massage. Everything is tensed up, crunchy and pained. That life stress is heavy this week. Unfortunately massages are not in part-time librarians budget.
I took a deep breath and began thinking about the amazing massage I once got from the lovely creature Cy. Then thought– you all might like to read about Cy. So, today we have a respost– North Cali Style.
Then I began thinking– more than a massage I am in need of a deep intense make me shake and cry cum. Not the kind of cum you can get by yourself, or with fuck friend, or a casual encounter, but one from someone who knows.
Or maybe from Cy.
I have computer dated and have had my habitual run-ins with Craig and his list– which often makes me toy with the idea of cock seeking online. Though I am fairly convinced that it is just not the way to go– not that I or one could not meet someone in an online situation and have a quality relationship with some fantastic fucking, licking, frolicking and nude rolling around– just that the shopping and consumerism of mating never seems to work for me.
Someone told me a story once that it was just not fair— that all the men she was genuinely interested in lacked the girth of cock she also liked- and yes– it doesn’t seem fair when you find a nice big cock and it’s attached to a man you just don’t get that connection with.
My husband had a big cock, the gangster had a nice sleek beautiful cock– like a perfect dildo (I should have cast that thing), and the last man I loved had a nice thick cock too– and well we see how all those turned out. But I shall not give up the quest for all that is Meaty Beaty Big and Bouncy.
But– as we know to well there is always room for exceptions in this life. Me wanna a big juicy meaty slab of meat now, right now– so perhaps I will post an ad in search of…
quality cock attached to a quality man
It is possible I may be size slut– or perhaps I am just daydreaming of a thick heavy branch. But– damn I wanna big cock today, yesterday, all week, next week and forever. I want to get that smile across my face when I first discover a big sweet stick that I get to make hard– with my hands, lips and tongue– the catch–I’d also like it attached to a quality man.
What do I consider quality–
1. Know what songs would be considered part of the American Songbook
2. Read, you must owns books
3. Possesses a library card
4. Knows something about art, likes art, makes art
5. Not opposed to poetry– even enjoys and seeks it out
6. Not afraid of adventure, taking leaps, just not afraid– fear will kill you
7. Has not given up on dreaming and hope
8. Volunteers his time or puts energy into some hobby or interest or willing to volunteer in my hobby or interest
9. Has their addictions in check
10. Not a manchild
11. Eats pussy for a long time– and not just licking, but fingers too
12. Likes to stay in on Friday or Saturday night and dance, eat, drink and fuck
13. Likes curvy, solid, dangerously cute women like me
14. Strong and dominate– capable of giving me the quality pounding I need, yet like to be taken too
15. Understand the need for a pounding, but also the need for a nice tender slow grind– ya know, where you tease me with the tip of your big cock, rubbing into my pussy, making my tiny clit grow lingering before you ever enter me
That is my list, it seems simple to me. Now Gods and Goddesses, bring me some quality cock attached to a quality man.
Disclaimer — big cock not required for a life long partner– just love, a strong tongue and a big a dildo.
Happy 2012 everyone. I am off for a busy volunteer work day at the Center for Sex and Culture, real grunt work, lifting and some power tool use– got my DeWalt all charged up. Meet me there with your tool belt on.
I’ve been a busy girl over the Holiday– cleaning files, moving to the iCloud, setting up the new iTV, playing with the new used iPad and other fun stuff. I’ve also been busy working on two new websites– not as much fun. One is for the CSC, we have been using Joomla and paying out monthly for someone to update– so we will be moving it to WordPress. I am familiar and comfortable with WP– so it has not been much a problem– more just a problem of design, implementation and working well with others. As well as finding time to make sure the site is updated on the consistent basis it needs to be. Volunteers are welcome– hint hint.
Secondly, I’ve been trying to change my Library Vixen site. This is a big headache for me. It is set up on WordPress using my own domain, but I had nothing to do with the original design or set up of the template/theme. It was rushed and has always been temperamental– the archive and pages for instance are a bloody mess. I like some aspects of the site– the tumblr feature at the bottom and the aesthetic. But I am too limited in my knowledge to fix the problems and for some reason (I am guessing because it is a hack designed theme) WP is only offering me four choices of other themes to switch to.
Right now I am giving Squarespace – http://www.squarespace.com/ – a trial run, but am discouraged by the lack of widgets, available. I’ve been trying to create a slide show or a feature of my tumblr space on the site and it is not going well. So far I have only gotten one widget to actually work like it should– not even one I really want to be there. Also squarespace is a pay service, not sure I am ready to pay additionally for this smutty art habit of mine.
I would really appreciate any feedback, suggestions or advice anyone has to offer.
#wordpress #squarespace
And a 2012 peek for good measure!
Hey sexy New Year’s readers. I am working on a new Website construction, hope it will not to take too long, but I am slow when it comes to these matters– but stick with me and soon there will be more tales from between the stacks. xoxo and all my best to you and yours for the upcoming year. love, Library Vixen
While I maintain I am still in search of the one (whatever the fuck that might be). The one who will love, care and not care what I do, the one who tolerate the sort of woman I am and all that bull shit that comes with me, and the one who will respect me, while still disrespecting me in filthy dirty ways– yeah that’s the one. However, I do still have a deep want for cock and what can I say, I like to be a little slutty. Of course I want to be slutty with the one I love, but that’s just not happening right now.
So, what’s a cock slut like me to do?
I know this man– not a friend, but not a stranger either– sort of the best of both– not random and not serious.
When his text came I was definitively in the mood to be a slut, a cock hungry little slut– perfect timing. Soon enough he was waiting outside. Jumping in his car, we exchange bullshit small talk, but that is not I was there for.
I know a spot, secluded, no one will see us and if they do they would only see you– because my head will be lost in your lap.
Being such a hungry little slut I waste no time filling my mouth with all of you, no slow blow job, I just need that cock today and the sweet reward I would create at the end. It doesn’t take long before my mouth is around your the tip, licking up the length then bobbing up and down.
My body somehow magically contorted to fit the space of your front seat. One of your hands on my ass the other on my mess of curls locked in rhythm with the slide of my mouth along the length of your sweet stick. You are more aggressive this time– you want me to choke on your cock, don’t you? Such a delicious curve to choke on.
I don’t know why, because I am not a huge fan of balls in my mouth (it is more part of skill set for me), but today I have that urge, I just wanted my whole mouth filled with every bit of your cock. With your balls filling my mouth my hand pumping your shaft, it made me want to fuck, my pussy wanting cock too, but this was strictly a slutty dirty in car blow job.
Sloppy sounds of my mouth around your cock fill the car, I hear myself moan a few moans of agreement, and my ass is sort of bouncing in want. Your hand more rambunctiously sliding my head up and down.
“I’m gonna cum.”
Such sweet talking words. Yeah, cum for me. A few more slide around you cock and you fill my mouth. This time, I swallow every bit, draining you. I keep my mouth around your cock after you have cum, feeling the twitches and throbs that emanate from your once raging cock.
I had a feeling, that feeling without thought making me turn around in an instant.There he was staring at my ass on the gym elliptical, my ponytail bouncing with each down step, my thighs showing their thickness in the tight workout pants, a small patch of sweat at the small of my back, and my round ass bobbing up and down.
Instead of looking away he smiled, and I smiled back– the damp red curls stuck to my face, my glasses fallen down my nose and out of breath– but I smiled back. In that moment I thought about my friend Brianna, such a brazen bitch is she– right then and there she would have said–
“you see something you like?”
Not my style though, well at least not without few drinks in me. Instead I watched the smiling stranger– his dark and moody look with a smile bright and sweet. I watched as he ran the treadmill his leg muscles in full form, his thighs strong, and the sweat beginning to make his fresh clean white t-shirt cling to his body. He sort of reminded me of the man from my morning porn fix- the one with the secret large heavy thick cock– and with that memory I was instantly sexualizing him mentally. Putting us in situations– my mouth on him, my pussy being teased by the tip of his tongue, his fingers feeling me, opening me up.
This is common at the gym, I focus on one or two people, male or female– then during my workout I imagine what they would be like, how it would happen, how those first touches would ensue and lead to more. Continuing to watch him while I finished my robotic behavior on the gym equipment, imaging his cock, picturing all the ways in which I would make him grow under the loose gym shorts. Of course in my mind he had a nice big slab of meat under there– all for me. The cock longing was so strong that I actually pondered doing something about it.
Our eyes accidentally or purposefully continued to find each other as we worked our way through the room of weight machines– coy smiles- and awkward glances. As I worked out I began to let go of the concentrated sexualizing and it became a blur of fantasy fucking no one person in particular, and then it disappeared and my workout was done.
Leaving the gym– sweaty, energetic, hungry I reach the parking lot, and who should be there, putting his bag in the trunk of his car? Mr. Smiles himself. Taken aback, confused, and my usual shyness I hide. The smile he flashes again, and a heat fills his face– the complexity of want or of being caught show through. I flash him another quick smile letting him know I am sympathizer, but also raise him an eyebrow — then I let the line fly.
“You see something you like?”
Wow, I did not just say that. Who is this cock fiend? So brazen.
“I know I do.”
What! Who am I, who just said that?
His smile shifts, from nice guy at the gym to a sly cock hardening smile and I instantly feel my cunt melt for what is about to ensue. Slamming his trunk he follows me to my car, putting my bag in the back of mine– we stand there between my car and another the last of the daylight turning to night, light pink streaks still mark the skyline over the ocean, but it’s dark enough.
I waste no time, my hands find you. Your cock hangs loose, heavy and free in the jeans you had since changed into. No underwear on, what a nice surprise. It makes me want to drop to my knees instantly. But, this really isn’t the place for knee dropping, instead I continue to stroke you to hard, the serious strain behind your jeans is too much for me, I have to see and feel for myself.
My back to the car I pull you in close by the band of your jeans, eye to eye, I unbutton and slide my way in. The flesh of your cock fills my hand, and my breath sinks into my pussy. Slowly I stroke my way down the back side to your balls– tight, but full, I fill my hand and squeeze– feeling you pulse– then slide back up the length of your trunk that feels like hard velvet under my finger tips.
As much as I love giving hand jobs, there is no way I can leave this encounter without tasting you. Hidden, but not, between the two cars, I pull you out– I have to, I have to see you. The head of your cock red and purple glistens with a drop of fluid as it throbs and pulses in my hand. Glancing around scanning the lot, there is only a few people and they don’t seem to pay any attention, so I do it. Not to my knees, but instead I bend in half and drop my lips down around the tip of your cock. Knowing I will not be able to stay this way because of possible spectators- I savor it, lick and suck the tip, tasting the salty brine dripping from your slit. The situation only allows me to slide down the length of your cock, which to my liking is substantial, a few times. I make sure to get you nice and coated so I can give you a proper hand job.
I rise back up, to see your head in tilt, eyes in slit and your hand raised as though you wanted to place it on the back of my head– as you release the breath you had been holding in. Again, eye to eye, I let my hands learn your cock, gliding easily now with the lubrication of my mouth. With one hand back around your balls and other I use to clasp your cock– rolling just the tip in my tightened fist, then I slide back down, a nice slow rhythmic pumping. Harder you get, the throb filling my hand. Looking around again, because I cannot resist a cock in my mouth, a few more licks and slides of my tongue are given. You let go of this low rumble. I stay low- still bent sort of in half, because more than anything I want to watch you cum. With both hands I bring you there, my view alternating from your cock to your face. Watching your lips curl and your cock thump and jerk in my hands as the cum shoots out covering my forearm, hands and fingertips. Not being able to help myself and wrap my lips around the tip licking some of the cum up while continuing to and drain the last you have to offer onto my tongue.
Licking my lips, with your cock still my hand I say my goodbyes.
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- Letters to Tsuru by Library Vixen
- Photography: Kewpie Goes A-Streakin’!
- Interview with Flotilla lead woman & nude model Veronica Charnley
- Hipstamateur Porn!
- Photography & Centerfold: Our Nudiecrane Of The Month, Crystal! Up Against The Wall…
- The Dirtiest Crossword Puzzle Ever.
- Photography: Gorgeous Killers by Jaycinista!
- A Quick Hit of Candy (proof that the best camera is the one you are carrying)
- Photography: Kristin on a Late Fall Afternoon
- Our December Calendar Girl
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