I honestly still seem to be processing life’s recent events, even though they are not exactly recent any longer. I don’t feel as though I properly processed the death of my friend, because I don’t have the right person in my life to let me process the sadness that has come with his death. Alone and with friends I’ve cried– but not with a lover. There is a different sort of letting go that can occur between cock and cunt who are both there for each other.

That full release from an orgasm induced by being filled with tongue, fingers and cock of man I love enough to let go with. A solid true cum — the kind where my cunt is puffed and dripping– and my little clit becomes not so little anymore, when everything throbs electric– and I and my thoughts are no longer– and we become- the we. It is in these moments when I can let it all go, allow my pussy to flow and melt on your fist or your face, which ever happens to be there.

This doesn’t have to be the one true love, but just one I can love then and there and who will love me back. The understanding and empathy between two people who will let all of the rest of life wash away– if only for those moments.

These moments of love and cock refuge in life always remind me of the poem by Charles Mingus–

Nice Of You To Have Come To My Funeral.
…
Oh damn it all blues.
Screwed to the melting frozen walk of dared-to-embrace stone,
concrete hard, imagined soft
only to overdue erections of loneliness
that turned feminine and speaks back wet, warm tears,
not to far removed from its common denominator,
Iced urine melting at dared hot death
That clings to life for love at thought of some response
Be it only the clay, dirt or pavement I behold in my
drunken, fevered search for a true woman’s groin,
Wanting me as I want her to never hate me
because we found refuge of satisfaction as two drunken stones
warmed themselves side by side
In outside our guttered ideas of opposite sides fucking.

The past seasons of loss– that spring love that walked out the door, summers death and the winters hibernation has got to come to an end. It is time for some travel! You know how much I like to travel and fuck. Vacation sex is freeing– I can let go with ease, it’s comforting and provides the allotted time that this pussy is in need of. It means my kitty is about to get licked every day for many hours and that makes me very happy. Lickety lick lick lick it all away,please… and I too will do the same.

Philadelphia and certain Mr. Fox lay in wait for this Vixen– for love and cock, if only for a moment.

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.

image by Oleg Kosirev

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.

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

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.

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You did know I thought about you in the shower the other morning. You made me late for work ya know.

But last night, it was late. Too late. I had been writing library stuff– expounding upon the virtues of collection development. For the past hour, though, I kept noticing how wet I was, I could tell even before dipping the tip of my finger in.

It was that perfect consistency of wet, not too sloppy, but so so viscus and slick. Oh… I just know that delicious big headed cock of yours would love to slide and tease just into the plumpness of my wet lips as it surrounds around you– licking you with my pussy.

Letting the moment slide, I went back to collection development– but found myself returning often to slide my fingers between flesh many times– mostly just out of curiosity.  Just checking to see if I was still wet.

Soon it was well past 2:15 am, 7:30 would look grim if I didn’t sleep soon. So I shut down.

I let the sweats and sweater that were keeping me warm as I ticked away at the keyboard– fall, down to blue cotton perfect fit– a mix worn and tight panties, and a plum cami– a baby doll thing, made of your softest t-shirt with a little bit a lace and the tiny bow between my tits–then slipped between my sheets and under the weight of the down comforter. It felt good. I let myself think about you again, about the weight of your body on mine. not sex, just the weight.

Then sexual. Off with the panties.

Slipping my fingers in the slick, teasing my clit, I let it grow, and pop- become that little hard misshaped pearl of electricity, letting myself float into the pillows and the image of you above me. You teasing my clit, your fingers into my wet pages.

Then further, your cock, the tip enters me, but not. Not fully. But certainly enough. A tease, just the head of your cock slowly in and out- dipping in the wet junction.  I tighten my three fingers together, slowly filling them inside of me, trying to simulate the tip of your cock. Controlled, your hover above me, your fingers in my lips, my clit– making me wanna cum– your cock slipping in and out of me.

In my perfectly fuckable state and my image of you between my thighs, I came quickly with a wet swallow of your cock and rush and tightening between and around you– I allow the orgasm to fill my body. Laying there, the comforter long kicked off, I let my fingers linger inside me as I drift away.

Such a sweet cock you have.

My time ticking away, I sat there, the debate in my mind, I should masturbate–well that’s not the debate– should I watch porn then shower, which would cause me to be late, or should shower and masturbate. Debate over.Porn is easy–I can cum relatively quick.  But the mind, the mental fantasy and image is a bit slower, it takes concentration to not let my mind wander back and forth between sexual fantasy and the nonsense intricacies of life that fill my little brain. Grabbing my favorite tools– the njoy wand and my little jimmyjane– I hit the shower.

I thought of you while soaped,  my fingers slick from the suds sliding between skin, measuring the weight of my own tits as they fill my hands. Heavy handfuls. Sliding my hands between the meat of my thighs, wondering what you’re doing, what you look like in the shower with the same sunlight bouncing off your back.  I thought about sliding the soap across your body, our parts gliding together with suds, friction and hot water. Leaning my head against the wall I let the hot water rain down on me, my hands finding my full lips–enjoying my the feeling of my body, the heat, and the cunt that begins to swallow my fingers.

Drifting, I linger there, and those intricacy’s drip from my skin into a pool at my feet and down the drain.

I focus my thoughts on you, imagining you here, in the shower with me, my soapy hands across your back , your chest– filling my hands with your balls, feeling you get hard in my hands.My hands making you hard. A soapy hand job.

Leaning into the wall of the shower I let my hands explore my ass, the cheeks, haunches of flesh that need to be grabbed, and smacked in the most painfully playful of ways. Spreading open my cheeks my finger circling my hole, making my pussy clinch inward. Then I realized I wanted to slide more into my tight hole, just a little more.

Getting my fingertip just dabbed in the slightest of soap I return it to my ass, rub a little, igniting that feeling of want, then I work my finger in, I am so tight that only the tip will go in, but that is all it take, I feel myself loosen, my kitty opens, and grows needy. My finger slides in more. The feeling of my hole grabbing and pulsing around my finger makes me think what this must feel like around your cock. The feel and the thought together make my cunt begin to thump, making me want more, just a little more.

With my finger a little past my knuckle moving so slightingly in that slow fuck motion, I turn my little Jimmyjane pink rabbit ears and grind it into my now very full needy cunt. My ass pulls in on my finger and my pussy throbs open wanting to be filled and my clit is growing to her full size. I don’t want to stand any longer. Dropping to my hands and knee, the shower fully hitting me,  I fuck myself wondering if we could fuck like this in here. Grunting like the animal me, the me whose ass is being filled– but, I want more, just a little more.

The njoy works two ways, there is a smaller end with three tiny rose bud shaped bulbs gradually getting larger, it fits perfectly. Still my finger lost and clasped by my ass, I fill my pussy with the wand, lubricating the steel, making slick with my insides– then I switch– finger for the wand. One rose bud in– I moan, pant and my cunt throbs, my thighs shake, and my ass rocks like I am fucking and invisible cock. Another rose bud in as my fingers fill my pussy and I am right where I need to be, lost, intricacies gone– animal fuck girl in the shower. Pushing the third rose bud through makes me buck harder onto your cock and makes my mouth drop open waiting for the imaginary cum you’re going to land on my tongue. Fucking the wand with my ass, I feel a deep orgasm from what seems to be coming from my chest moving its way down my body. Filled with my fingers and the wand– I just cannot properly explain what my pussy feels like when my ass is filled– so open and pulsating, but tight and clinching– pulling at my fingers wanting it to be your cock.  I toggle between pushing and pulling two rose bud heads in and out bringing myself closer to the edge.

When I know I am about to cum, I pull all three buds out fast and put the other end deep inside my cunt and hit that spot that that make me clutch and moan, then I grind the rumble of the jimmyjane into my mound of pussy and bring the cum out, hard and strong, reverberating off of the bathtub walls. My head is spinning from the release, my breaths are deep and panting- and I am hot and sweaty, not from the shower. I let the hot water continue to pour down on my body as I come down from my orgasm cloud.