It’s Miles Davis’s birthday today. Happy birthday.

Much of my musical influence came from my Grandfather, we called him Pops. There was always music playing in my grandparents house. He loved jazz. Growing up he consistently took me to two places the dog track and Malt Shop Records — a jazz only record store in Denver. Now, long after his death without fail everyday I hear some piece of musicthat reminds me of him.

I have listened to Miles Davis with men. I fucked to his music. I fucked one man in particular and often to the Kind of Blue album, it is long, soulful, deeply painful with spastic bouts of hope– just like our sex was. I recall you telling me Kind of Blue is what I should put on when I bring the next man to my apartment, yet another hint you were on your way out.

Last night I listened to Kind of Blue and watched porn, and thought about you. I took my sweet slow time about it too. I even pulled out the Wet Platinum, I rarely use lube, I don’t need it, but last night I wanted it. I wanted to feel slick when I slid my finger between the slit of flesh, let my tiny clit grow into a greasy nub of electricity.

Then the randomness fills my head–

how strange it is to fuck someone else to the same music.
why did you leave, why did you download Kind of Blue before you did?
i sure like being choked to Arvo Pärt.

My pussy is nice and full, my fingers gliding around, teasing me toward coming. The porn was not really doing it for me so I ended up with about five different tabs open toggling between grunts and groans– keyword searching those shots that do it for me.

hard cock
big cock
wet wet wet pussy
eat pussy
cock worship
throb

By the time I decide to take my panties off my pussy was quite wet, I decide it best to lay the towel down on the chair. Poor office chair. I also grab my new JimmyJane Form 4, the one I have been telling you about, the one that may have an end just small enough to fit in my ass.

The rumble feels like it is kneading my mound, I can feel the flesh wanting to surround the toy. The vibe runs deep into me even though the toy is only riding the surface of my lips. Jumping between images– I watch a redhead suck a big cock, she had glasses on, his cock got huge, by the time he was fully erect she could only fit the head in her mouth.

Tilting back I slide the vibe so its rumble is directly on my star. It really is remarkable how instantly creamy I become. I can hear a sort of slush fill the walls of my cunt, my needy pussy pulling at my fingers wanting to get fucked, as my ass hole twitches in delight from the vibe.

Riding my fingers, I think about how you would finger fuck me. I search for finger fucking– someone should really make a hot hot series of women being finger fucked. We love it, it makes us cum, I want to watch women getting finger fucked by a man who knows how to do it. The pussy licking-finger fuck combination is very underrepresented in pornography. I had to leave it all to my imagination.

By now my cunt had swallowed my fingers, I was now watching two girls, a fully clothed one eating and fucking the completely naked one with a toy. The twist was they were doing it at a party with a group of random spectators at a college party. I did not think it would send me over, but sure enough– I started cumming and I could not back myself down, pumping on to my hands, dripping around the jimmyjane rumbling my ass. It was quick and hard, my breath and mind were in the buzz above everything else and as I began to float back down I could here the sounds of porn and Blue in Green.

I wanted to cum again, sometimes it’s hard to come again, but it is always worth it.

Tilting back further, I know I don’t want to surf the porn anymore, so I go to a saved clip that works for me. A threesome, one girl and two nice thick hard cocks. Placing the jimmyjane right atop of my clit, I make myself grow and flow all together, making me squirm, moan, whimper, and pant for imaginary cum.

The girl is hot in her high heel tie up boots and stay up stocking and her shaved little pussy looking just so nice, oiled and glowing blue under the lights of what is presumably a German sex club. She wants to get fucked, she needs to get fucked– and she is absolutely loving getting fucked, eaten, fingered, sucking those glossed up slobbered on cocks. I watch her orgasm fill the room the men are on her, making her writhe and squirm and beg for their cum. And then I watch her cum again as my own orgasm rolls through me, solid, long and draining–literally. I could feel my towel absorb the cum from underneath me. I like when my tiny little clit gets hard and furious pulling out a streaming line of orgasm gush.

My orgasm seems relentless, only wanting to continue. Moving the vibe back to my ass I fill my cunt with wet fingers, hitting my spot wishing for those two cocks to be fucking me. The porn star– in her orgasm high– points with both hands at her mouth, sign language for– fill me with cum, spray that sweet cum all over my face in all directions. She pleads and begs for it.

The men flanking both side of her torso and face, stroke and stroke- growl and grunt until they cum. The well earned creamy white strands land on her waiting tongue and across her her face and tits. A wonderful climax, I pulled it back several times watching them stroke on top of her, over and over until I too drained every bit of cum from my own body.

I have been experimenting with a new toy from a generous boy. It is a bit of an intimidating toy though, it involves wires and dials and knobs and electricity.

I am the type of woman who needs to try everything and have no problems doing so, I usually know right away if I am going to find it worth my interest. The pussy wire machine though–has been different. This was my second time experimenting with it and I am still not sure how into it I am. I will need further investigation and experimentation. You should really come help me, I think this may be the missing factor. Someone else should be in control and take mine away for a change.

Setting up the machine, I thought– I may as well record this and make some more “Porn for the Blind.” I set up the flip cam and some Tori Black on the porn screen, she has been my go to lately. She is so dirty and hot and reminds me of the stoner girls I went to high school with, actually we would probably get along quite well. Sluts, crazies and old people love me.

Placing the two electrode pads on each side of my pussy lips–much closer to my clit than last time, I hook up the wires, and forward the porn to some pussy licking.

I get right to 35 on the dial then slowly work my way up to 45, to 49, to 52, which is right where I want to instantly turn it down, so stick with it. The electricity comes in waves. I add the vibrator to the mix. The electricity has made my pussy puffy, making it hard to slide the vibe in, I give it a nice lick and the combination of the two begin to make me very wet.

Concentrating on the wave of electricity and the porn, I work the vibe–it is almost to much for me to concentrate on–that is why you should be here to control the machines, control my pussy, my cum.

My breath and blood begin to flow in unison to the waves of electricity. Shoving my two fingers deep in my pussy I realize just how wet and creamy I have become. When I pull my fingers out they are coated in a white girl glaze from deep inside me.

I push the vibe where my finger were, deeper it hits me–the strong pulse of the vibe and the wave of electricity have begun to occupy my core, and the mind begins to slip always from me. It becomes all about cumming now.

Tori is now getting fucked from behind, they are close to cumming too. Her gentleman lead makes a surprising move I love–right before he is ready to cum he pulls out and flips her over and eats her and finger fucks her until she cums, then fucks her some more before he cums.

I did not make it until he came, my cunt started shaking when he ate her out again. I came hard and crazy and full of laughter and a lot of cream. A creamy fuck indeed.

image by Mikey McMichaels

I think I made some porn for the blind last night.

Of course, like many women, I own the Hitachi wand. This is not my favorite toy. It makes me cum in completely different manner than any other toy, cock, tongue, fingers, man or woman. I am not even sure I really like it, but I know that I do. It is designed to pull an orgasm out from the depth and make it last. Sometimes it makes me pour–like where the river opens into the ocean–there is clean up involved, sometimes it just makes me feel as though I came like that–without the flow. It’s designed for a buildup, followed by waves of multiple spasm cums. I felt the urge to record it on the flip cam–mostly I wanted to hear it even more than see it. I know how I look and it trips me out, the way may face contorts with certain orgasms. Hearing it, is different–especially with music–it become a mashup of my voice, porn in the background and whatever I happened to be playing at the time, last night it was Tom Waits.

I watched a few clips, so was already slick and wet before I flipped the recorder on. I watched some nice slow cock worship with lots of tongue action and verbal cues from the man (I like knowing you like the way I fuck you with my mouth–either with sighs, moans–or words of filth and lust). The way her tongue circled and licked his tip while sucking–made me needy for cock. Plus this particular bj showed the cum shot twice the second time in slow motion–detailing the cum dripping out of her mouth and down his trunk.

I watched a little bit of Madison Young getting spanked and taken by her sexy stern professor. Madison is cute, retro and fresh looking- and I love the way she is such an eager pussy licker. It made me really ready.

But I needed to cum to some cock.

I picked something called Tall, Hot and Fucking Wet. It is important for my porn watching experience that the the woman keep a nice shiny wet slit and the man give a solid beam. This one, at least has the wetness–the cock–well…did not stay as hard as I like (think the guy was high), but by then I was so ready to cum, it didn’t matter. With the camera on I fucked myself slowly, my fingers easily slipping in my lips. I knew it would not take long for me to give in. I talked more than usual, commentary. The odd thing about this clip, is there was a lot of real kissing–kissing after cock and pussy had filled their mouths, I like that.

I could not watch the whole clip, I was ready to cum and it was not altogether keeping my attention. So I pulled all the way to the end, so I could cum with them. She really did seem to orgasm–which made me cum and cum and cum. Holding the Hitachi in place, relentlessly into my cunt as the wave flooded over my entire body and then I held it there while I came several times without halting. The sounds I made was the animal fuck girl–a rare sound indeed, even more rare sight.
Confession: While I wrote this I went back and watched the Madison clip and came nice hard, while she ate her co-star to the point of cumming (you have to get 17 min. in).

I shot this from my fantastic evening, while I shot it– I was thinking, you may very well appreciate her upside down heart shaped ass.

I danced my  own ripe round ass off and had a sweat dripping good time. Good energy. Thanks Daryl for the tip, March Fourth was so good! Exactly what I needed.

My porn watching goes in waves. Sometimes I will get wrapped up in it, but lately I have not used it all. It has been quite sometime even, but this doesn’t mean I stopped fucking myself.

Lately I have been playing music and drifting away into thoughts of fucking certain men, it is not the same one each time. I focus on one and evolve that fantasy with that one until the end of the orgasm.

It has been the man I just fucked, rolling back into my memory, the way his hands wrapped around my throat right before I was about to cum, the way his terrifically solid beam was filling me up.

Sometimes I think about who might be, that possibility of the lover. I may have tasted you, tasted what might be, maybe I want more. Often, I drift into fucking you again. My feet propped up on my desk my thighs spread open, at first just wide enough for my hand and my arm to drop between, but then they naturally spread open wide–wanting to feel your body between, space for my strong legs to wrap around your torso. To pull you into me. Feeling your head slip between my things, miles between, as your tongue begins to work. And I drift. The way you eat me and lick me makes me pour sweeter with each lick.

And I drift, music playing in the background, my fingers explore my pages, surrounding, growing full and tight and then back to wide open again. The wand slips in and out.

And I drift into you, the man I will never have, except for in this capacity, my memory, my thoughts, your curve becomes my masturbation fodder. I drop into my “fuck me in the office chair” slouch, legs still propped. I imagine you there on the couch watching me, spinning the chair to face you. My pussy wide open to you, my eyes in lust slits. And I drift. Filling my mouth with my fingers, then into my pussy. I think about you stroking your cock. I swear I can see you there, we don’t ever fuck we just watch each other. That drop of pre drip is forming on your glistening tip. Licking my lips in want, I drift. I’m longing to know what you taste like, smell like, feel like. I can hear my pussy, she takes over my brain and the music fades and that static rain noise fills the room.

Would it sound different if your cock was plunging into me instead of this wand, would I get as wet, could you make me cum with your cock, I want you to finger fuck me, I want to know your taste, scent, your cum, I want to make you growl…

My eyes slide open and I see you watching, your cock stiff, calling me, glued to your belly.

Are you ready?
Make me cum.
I want to make you cum.
I want to see that branch sway in my direction.
My pussy is so needy it almost makes me cry.
And I am deep inside myself.
And I drift.

Ok, after all my trouble with the law– and boy am I trouble, my randiness is finally returning. Thank goodness. Now just need to get back into the cock hunting mood and get some cock need fulfilled.

Last night–ok all day yesterday, I was cock obsessed.  I even missed my exit because I was thinking about hard dick. I should really stop driving and thinking about sex, that is exactly what gets me speeding tickets.

Anyway,  after my night out and my cock dreamy drive home, cock crazy and kitty full, plump and ripe, ready to be plowed,  I decided I needed a little quality kitty time.

I turn back the bed, prop the pillows for my comfort and angle. Remove my cute valentine outfit, down to bra and pantie. Lay back. Mashing my tits, I love the way that feel sometimes, but it is so much better when you do it.

I stroke my full lips over my panties with my fingertips. Pressing into me,  I can feel them getting wet already– absorbing my excitement.

My mind drifts into your cock, as it did so many time throughout the night. Oh–what I want to do with that hard beam. I begin thinking about sliding around on your shaft, not in me yet just rubbing into me, my wetness. You know, the hard cock meeting the soft pussy, my slide sort of turns into a grind, I cannot even believe how hard you are, my clit is popping and sliding on your rigidness.

My panties must go. My hips rising off the bed, slipping them past thighs, off one leg, I am too anxious to feel my folds of flesh and skin and the heat I have to offer, to bother taking them all the way off.

You ascend my body, your cock teasing, your hand wrapped around it controlling every move, teasing my clit, bouncing that big round head on my full, so ready to be fucked, lips. You keep climbing, I smash my tits to surround your glossed with me cock, you are so hard you barley feel like flesh. Further up, I open eagerly, but you like to tease me, keep me on the edge, I think you enjoy hearing me beg for your cock. Brushing your round head across my lips, again my mouth drops open in anticipation. My tongue slide out , an offering, pleas–give me my communion of cock.

Finally you let have it, filling my mouth, feeding me the only thing I have wanted to eat all night. You smell like my pussy, you taste like my pussy. Thrusting into me, looking down at me. My cunt thumps away, in a rhythm of need and mouth sucks you in.

I am so slick and beyond wet. Ready, cock ready. My fingers fill my need, your dream cock filling my mouth.

You turn me to my side–grabbing my ass, straddle, flanking my thigh and slide in. My sweet moans can no longer be contained.

“fuck me fuck me.”

Do I really say that? Apparently I do.

“right there, ohh right there…”

Apparently I say that too.

You feel good, even if it’s not real, but it is, my mind makes it real. When I come and it is a rush, a build up from the day and night, the trips of mental cock, explode between my thighs.

Release is mine, and yours across the miles that separate us. I lay there in the post come state, body shaking, slight jerk wave through, thinking about your release. How would you cum on me? In me? On me? Leave it dripping down, finding its way into the creases that make me a woman? My mouth, my hair? Would you be my messy man?

Round One : Turn Up the Sound

For the first time in my long history as a city employee,  SF’s budget crisis is bleeding into the library. We have been forced to take mandatory days off with no pay. We are on official furlough.

Which, ya know, is good and bad. Yesterday’s day off allotted me some quality,  overdue–kitty time. I caught up on some reading, watched some porn and played with my new flip cam.

I learned; I need a tripod because I cannot control my action shots. I learned; just how wet I sound when I am needy insatiable cunt.  I tripped into dreaming about you between my legs devouring and drinking me in, the sound not of my pussy but of your hunger, your lapping, licking, slurping…

Your finger hooked into me, pushing me to that brink, making me release that sigh and moan, that fuucck yeah–state of mind.

Of you making me cum, not me.

I fucked myself a lot yesterday, barley putting any cloths on all day. Just a tank top to go to the kitchen.

I came many times. I came and napped, woke up and fucked myself again. Wet cycle.

Watching, but more– actually– listening to myself cum on film (because the film quality was off), was so strangely hot. I did not know my pussy sounded like that, so wet, so slick, needy of cock, ready. Wanton slut.

I learned; I need to get fucked, I need some cock. Soon.