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.

My sexcation is coming along nicely, better than aticipated–though I try not to anticipate much. Expect nothing, find everything.  I am getting properly fucked and eaten–my pussy worshiped like I need. It has been solid mutual cock pussy worship for days now. Both of us now appear to be in a constant state of slick, dripping pussy and cock, it’s almost ridiculous.

When I stood up from my subway seat I realized I was dripping down my thighs, the back of my skirt was soaked. I was in shock. I had not even realized I’d gotten that excited, but apparently I did and it was obvious.

The sex has come natural and yet is still raunchy (in a good way), but full of a mutual respect, passion and some form of love. Raunchy dirty respectful love, the best kind.

The morning he fucked me in the kitchen, the first thing he did–getting me primed to fuck– was to lick and eat my tight little ass hole. I would not consider my self a big ass play sort of girl, but damn did that feel good. Maybe I should consider myself an ass play kinda girl. I do enjoy wearing a butt plug every now and then, I do like being filled with fingers in my pussy and ass and your tongue and mouth working me. At times  I certainly have enjoy getting fucked in the ass. It just makes the whole ass play experience better and doable when it’s with a sexually adventurous man who is capable of putting me in a space of relaxation and openness needed to allow my hole to open and let your fat cock in.

Yesterday was a trip to the Museum of Sex,. NYC bought me a special little simple art fuck toy, one end for the G and the other for my ass. When we got home from our long day I needed coaxing to get in fuck mode. I needed soft make me wet licks  from your slow flat tongue, getting my pussy full, my clit engaged and my mind into that, I need you to fill me state.

Your licking was perfect your fingers firm and patient as they worked my G, while your tongue did its magic on my pussy willow. When I came to that
wet open fuck me place, you slid the new toy in, making it hit my sweet  flow spot. You drank every bit of me in. then you moved it to my ass giving me a slow fill. I could feel the pain pleasure run the length of my body, making every bit pulsate electric.

Tongue lapping me, finger fucking my pussy, toy fucking my ass–I was there, ready. I needed your cock.

“Gimme your cock, I need cock–no no leave the toy in, fuck me”

Rising between my thighs you inch your thick branch into my pussy, dropping your head to my lips so I can taste and kiss my pussy from your mouth, you begin to thrust. I am open, and feeling so right with each plunge, deep, low and slow you fucked me. I came like a river no huge climax but slow continuous cumming. I loved watching you fuck me, knowing the look of you wanting to cum. No force fucking, yet deep into me you thrust, your cock hitting the toy with each move, your face contorting, me begging for you to fill me with cum. Fill me.

One last lingered purposeful thrust up, the toy going deeper, your blast hitting inside me. The cum between us pooling, our parts, our connections, female to male, plug to socket–not wanting to let go.

I had a fantastic, lazy weekend. The first one in about three months. It felt odd having absolutely nothing pending, nothing vying for my time.

Well besides the City and County of San Francisco, I do and probably will always work on Saturday’s. It’s an interesting day at the Library, consisting of our usual mix of mix of oddballs and drug addicts, but there is also the weekend library users. Cute city boys and men with their adorable impatient girlfriends, the hot dads with their kids–teaching them how to use the library and those lonely introverted artist types looking for those obscure Czech films. Of course it is my role and pleasure to serve these patrons.

Just coming off of my period always makes it a horny time for me, not as horny as when I am actually on it or as horny as I will be in about a week, but definitely a perpetual state of want–flirt want, cock want, make you want to smile kind of want–just a basic all around want.

I knew this was going to be the case, so I planned accordingly, by packing my not so little glass ass plug. I actually have been bringing this with me for a few days, but it is sort of bigger than I am use to–I have actually been a bit intimidated by it. But Saturday, intimidation was conquered by my libido. After a few hours of serving the public, flirting, pondering the packages–the delineation of cock on all the cute city boys, ogling all the overly styled women in heels and tight skirts, and flirting with my NYC man via hand-held technologies–I knew the time had come, I needed to feel full, stuffed, I needed to have a pseudo cock fill me up.

Digging around my purse it’s easy to locate-the heavy cool glass finds my hand with ease, but then I realize–no lube! I am determined though and I know by now my pussy is so wet and slick, I can use my own juice as lube for the plug. I get into my favorite bathroom number 3, lock the door, wash my hands and the plug. Removing my skirt and legging I fold them over the edge of that ugly orange vinyl chair. Back at the sink at the mirror, I spread my legs wide, stroke my belly down to my bush–yes bush, kitty needs a wax–my middle finger glides into my slick folds of skin–I’m primed to be fucked, I can easily smell my needy self. Running the plug under the hot water I get it nice a warmed up, then slide it down into my wet pages, coating it in my gloss. I get aroused even more so, I plunge it into my cunt while I simultaneously push a finger into my ass, getting it ready to swallow this bulb of hot glass.

When I pull the plug from my swollen lips I notice it’s shiny in a coat of my cream. I let a drop of spit land on the tip of the plug and slide it toward my ass, I try to firmly push it in, but pain washed over me at the half way point in and I pull it back out. Looking at the clock I know I have only five minutes to get the plug in and get to the reference desk. I have to do it now, or give up the idea. My pussy is determined. I run the plug under the hot water again, then back into my wet pussy, take a deep breath, and push it in. I am so close. To diffuse the pain, I stroke my slick lips and push the plug in, I think about your cock and one last time I push and let out a moan of pain and pleasure, my body is on fire. It was such a rush. In the mirror my face is pale and flush, then slowly becomes filled with heat, my cheeks and breast bone glow red with aroused pleasure.

I am filled. Stuffed, my cunt is open and needy. I get dressed and head to the reference desk my ass ready to serve.

Due to some misfortunes, situations, legalities, me so stupid mishaps–I have been laying extra low–until a few things clear up for me. It’s bad timing though–I am so wanting/needing to play, flirt, get fucked. I love feeling like this, when I am on, it is on and I can flirt with just about anyone and the days can be so much fun as they fly by. I love bringing a smile to a man’s and the occasional woman’s face with my charm, wit, bawdiness–it brings one big vixen smile right back to me.

But, this down time– it’s only temporary and I can be a good girl for a few weekends. Right? No. I will just have to alter my good bad girl behavior to fit my temporary dilemma.

I was a virtual home body all weekend, the problem–I was frisky, needy, lusty–my sexuality fucking with me, distracting me beyond belief. It is that time of month, you know–when I am perfectly ripe, so ready to be plucked and eaten, devoured, licked and lapped up. My pussy is sweet, like a honey corn muffin, the more you lick and elicit out from my core the sweeter and longer I seem to drip. And I was a very drippy girl this weekend.

I mentioned a few weeks ago how up until then I had never had mutual web cam playtime–well– my mood, my sort of semi-house arrest, and the man on the other end of the web cam had me more than a willing participant this weekend.

Sometimes you meet someone, and the more I play in pixel land the more I see it true here as well, that you just have that genuine connection with. There is a powerful draw, that comes from words, past, childhood, homophily, rage, passion– those electric connections that then ignite my cunt to your cock. And while I know it could be merely a three day, or a week long, a month long fascination with one another, even though I know it could end in some form of heartache for me, I jump in–fully–all of me for you–as much as I can through the glow of technology. It happened once before–it was fast, fueled by the pain and lust of two, and residual heartache did indeed follow and I still think about him and his words that exuded all that excitement between my thighs–My cunt ached for him, for his words.

It’s easy to tell when a man is of the same ilk as me, it generally happens quickly, I will be struck –it could be one sentence, one phrase, or one word. If you speak my language I will open up in all ways, which doesn’t happen very often. I had this feeling, like I could say and tell you anything, although that may just be indicative of online relationships, but I also had this urge to show you everything, to show you how I cum, to watch you cum, to cum together, it was an instant pussy throb.

I fucked myself for you, sent you the clip. You claimed to be an “ass man” so I bared my ass, I waved it in taunt, a playful tease, an invitation to more. Belly down–my hand plunging in to my slit, fucking my fingers with the thought of your cock in my mind. Taking my time to cum, slowly I pulled the orgasm back and forth, bringing myself to the edge, then subsiding the feeling, then bringing it back, before finally erupting onto my fingers.

I watched you first, you could only hear me, I came while you did, in unison. I love the way your cock looks in you hand. So thick, my fingers between my lips, opening to wet. I pictured your thick cock entering me, the way my skin would surround yours, the folds of my pages being pushed open by the rigidness of your beam, dropping onto me from your slit. Push the tip against my clit, bounce it there, slap it—yeah! right there, right there.

Then it was the two of us, our smiles reaching out of the screen. Our parts straining for the others across the wires. We flirted, laughing, smiling, stroking, I got so wet and slick. My thighs began to spread, swing open like a girl innocent of the affect that her legs being swayed open and closed can have on a man. My hand and fingers finding their ways between to my slick opening. Wider my thighs went, staying open now, on view. I am shy, and I am not shy, as I move. My tits spill out, I pinch hard on the nipples–a heat wave runs my body. Watching you, your cock looks good, you look good like the animal I have been waiting years for. One large hand wrapping your base the other on your abs, that cum look in your eyes. We fuck, I turn so you can see my ass, watch me push my wand in from behind, you can hear how wet am–sloshing and clicking. A sound that I am sometimes diffident of, but also relish in and hope you will too. The liquid begins its descent around my fingers, surrounding the njoy and onto the blanket below, dripping for you.

Compelled by your voice, your smutty encouragement, spreading my ass for you to see, the toy slipping in and out of my rainy cunt, it is coated with my girl gloss–with little thought I do it–slipping the bulbed end into my tightest space. Pain delight rushes from my ass to my brain and I begin to drip even more, really like raindrops now. I fuck my ass for you to see. It feels so messy and right, and my pussy opens up, wanting to be filled too, I oblige with my fingers. I pull the wand out in one swift motion, I nearly cum all over everything, but I refrain and just pour out, not fully cumming. My panties dripping in me. Yeah, I still had my panties on, a very girly pair, innocent even, white cotton with pink and green flowers. Sitting back in the chair I took them off, they were soaked, I cleaned myself with them, bringing them to my nose, the scent like laundry, cum, pussy, and coco butter.

Watching you, watching myself, you are so far and simultaneously right here. The want to touch you, that longing is felt in my slit, as the wand slowly rocks into my spot and my fingers manipulate my clit–bringing me to that edge of fractal fragmentation, of white static noise, electric energy sparks from my core, and in a solid stream of what I keep inside spills out and my body writhes, shocks and quivers from the release. Your cum seems to shoot out from your cock, it looks smooth and glossy, a consistency I want to taste. I love the way it pools from cock tip to fingertips. I am hungry, I want to be there between your legs below you, I want that cum.

nonlinear deformation
my wrecking yard rebuild
beautiful smut

infinite filth
transform want

ingredients earth and bone
architecture cheaper than a dollar bill
should we pretend?

layers run

I have just realized that is was a year ago yesterday that I began writing this blog which started out on Google’s blogspot until they gave me the boot (fuckers). Only just recently do I feel past all the technological fucked aspects and that I am getting back to this personal word expression.

It has been an eventful year indeed. I have been such a fantastic slut in all kinds of ways, the tally is astounding. I feel like I should break into my own rendition of Julio Iglesias, to all the cock I’ve sucked this year, who traveled in and up my back door, I’m glad I made them cum, I dedicate this bum to all the cock sucked before.

There has been; threesomes, group play, vacation sex, vacation based in sex, public displays of feeling, tasting and fucking, blow jobs in cars and alleys, I have -again- opened my mind to the back door by realizing the joys of getting my tightest space taken care of, late night rendezvous with wild haired men, a few married men, bend-over boyfriends longing for me to ride it home, wrestling matches, porno’s produced,  online and phone sex, random bouts of finger fucking myself in the stacks, panties left in appropriate library books for a lucky patron to stumble upon, sexual request made and performed, thousands upon thousands of photographs taken of my Vixen self -alone and with-, video clips featuring many a girl grunt like cum behavior,  and of course all the time I spend with myself (quality kitty time).

With the last few weeks of celibacy, ok- semi-celibacy, coming to an end I have reflected on this past years slutty ways.  Most of it with fondness and wetness, and only mixed with a lace of shame and disgust. There is not much I would or will change. This year less shame and disgust, less regret-more saying what I want when I want, more quality cock, a nice pussy, a consistent fuck buddy would be nice (one that actually lives by me), more threesomes, sex clubs, I need more spankings, more choking-from your hands and your cock, more more more pussy worship (devour me), and of course some mutual love and respect.  In the contemplation of it all, at the core of it, my mind and pussy are still seeking that good ol’ elusive sweet sweet fuck me all night till’ I am drunk on your cock love.  The sweetest of fuck love, the I want to fuck you all night and again in the morning before and after I make you pancakes kinda love.

Lastly, I want to thank everyone who has reached out, who reads about my trampy ways, who enjoys watching my girl grunts and those who like their in-box filled with images of my ass. I appreciate all the feedback and compliments, and look forward to another year of spreading my legs and writing about it.

Here is to; much love and peace,  hard cock and wet pussy, and no hangover into the New Year. Play safe.

Love,

Your Library Vixen

New Years Dick Dance 2008

It was a long New Years Eve. The next day was recovery and self-indulgent lackadaisical behavior, which consist of music, pizza (how decadent), several bottles of wine, and my date still here from the eve’s festivities. We were relaxed, having fun, romping, taking naughty pictures, grinding and bumping around, stretching my panties down past my ass, but not off. We were listing to every thing from Leonard Cohen to N.E.R.D., to The Ramones, to Duke Ellington. It was all over the place, just like we were.

I had recently ripped N.E.R.D. Seeing Sound from the libraries collection to my own,  only having  listened to it only a few times. One song I really enjoy is Anti-Matter. A fun kind grind your hips, bump your butt, bounce your head kind of tune, and you know I always get that image of  Pharrell in my head and just how much I would like to have his in dick in my mouth. grrrr

Leaning  over the desk with my bottom jutting out, panties skewed around my ass and thighs, still doing a slow grind and my cohort behind me with his dick kind of bouncing around me. As I continued my lean over the desktop I thought about a change of pace, just for the moment at least. I hit Anti-Matter, quite a change from the Marvin Pontiac we had just listened to and fucked to– in various situations, positions, bend me over, slow spank me, and smash my face into pillow postures played out to the backdrop of bluesy strange humored slow cries of pain in love that Pontiac belts out.

When the song began to hit I began to bounce my ass against you at a faster dirtier pace, I could easily feel your dick through your pants, still hard from all the playing we had been up to all day. Bouncing there for a moment, lowering my bum even more, so I could lift your hard dick up with my ass and bounce it in-between my cheeks. It was silly and fun. My ass still bumping to the beat, moving in a laid-back manner, turning around and slowly beginning my descent down your body, pulling my breasts across your chest and then cock as I lowered myself toward the floor. Positioning myself before you, feeling my special New Years Eve panties being stretched from their crooked location of not covering my ass nor below my knees either, my thigh spread around his body.

I reached the level of  dick; stroking it through the light weight fabric covering, gave a lick then pulled it from behind the clothing. It sprang out quick with comical force. I did not hesitate, I was overwhelmed with hunger, grabbing your cock–moving  to the song, fucking you with my mouth to the beat of Anti-Matter. It is a fast, rock compound, with that strong Pharrell bumpin’ back beat. I was overcome with a feeling of playful, bouncey, mischievous naughtiness, and filled with the vivacity of hard cock. I felt like a stripper, but stripping with my mouth on your cock, a true lap dance. I bounced and bopped my ass to the song. While working your cock with my mouth I imagined you were fucking me and not my mouth, this made me even more excited and more enthusiastic, with my mouth behaving like my pussy would. It was playful, a bit rough, fast paced, side to side, a dance on your dick kind of blow job. It was so fun. When the song ended I raised from my squat still moving to the next song, I straightened my abused panties and teasingly shook my ass around on his cock finishing my New Year’s dick dance.

Did you have one of those nights where you have sex in so many different ways, varieties, flavors, positions, messy messes, bent, twisted, restrained, soaked—that it just seems unreal, like a true living work of fiction?

You dropped me an email trying to sway me to come over. I tell you that I am at the tail end of my period.

“I love it when a woman is on her period, I don’t mind if I pull out a red hand or dick, plus the inside of your pussy is more luscious.”

Okay, well not a first, but still shocking and fucking hot. But what really swayed my decision was the second,crude but charming, email

“BTW, totally bad non-sequitur, I forgot to tell you that you have a cute butthole. Amongst other cute things.”

How can girl resist?

Approaching your hotel like atrium, you buzz me up. The place is quite and refined. I feel like an escort. I like that. The door is open, I knock a little and walk in. You meet me and we lock in passion tight kiss, you take my coat and ask me if I’ve been thinking about your cock. I nod, saying “my pussy has been thinking about your cock.” Setting my purse down on the side table you bend me over and yank my skirt up. This time I surprise you with nothing. A bare ass and garter straps. “You naughty little cunt.” Pushing me over the table you bestow a rapid series of firm swats not only to my ass, but also to my exposed fleshy lips as well. It stings and I was not really anticipating such firmness from you, but it feels great, it causes me to buckle and lower to the ground and face your cock. “I didn’t say you could have this cock yet.” Stunned. It is not often a man turns down my lips around their cock.

You lay a towel onto your couch and tell me to lay down. I do as you wish, besides it looks as though it could be beneficial for me to do so. Striding over with your cock pointing right at me, my eager lips cannot help themselves, but to wrap around you. You let me, then your hand reaches between my legs. Fingers unfold my folds. With your cock pushing between my lips, your fingers begin to spread me open, you read each layer, separating the creases, palpitating at my plumpness.

There is a move in yoga called the awkward pose. This is the sexual equivalent; climbing on top of me you balance on your hands and feet, your mouth facing my pussy. From this angle your cock is sort of lodged in my mouth. I feel your warm tongue spread across me, it sets my cunt ablaze, I flux from moist to wet. You lap up every part. I wonder to myself, is his tongue going to pull out red. I swallow with effort as your cock is still blocking my throat. I just remain still with your dick filling me not that I could do anything else, it is the awkward pose, so I let it stay at rest, hard, inside the warmth of my mouth, while you drink from my pussy.

You climb off and out, and then initiate pussy devotion.

Letting my mind go, I let my pussy be at your mercy. Pushing deeper, penetrating with fingers, reaching the insulation inside, studying what makes me pant, what makes me whimper, gasp, and moan. What makes me flood. I do not hold on, I relinquish. Rare. My mind and cunt open. Your fucking me with a compelling force that makes my inside confirm my decision in being here. “You are so wet, you little slut. Do you like the way this feels?” I can only groan my agreement of the pleasure I am receiving. Everything feels so right and wet I do not even realize you have pushed a finger into my tightest space. I just feel filled and fucked.

silo full of crass
stuff ass impaled
crooked curve slams
into grinder girl

home wrecker filled with head
write about it, as if it happened
but–don’t tell

your train rumbles through my track
the moon peeks through the cracks
you moan, you groan, you growl, then you fucking HOWL
and cover me in snow

Why am I awake at 2:25 in the morning, thinking about how great this would feel, how hot it is for a man to want every part of you he will fuck your ass with his tongue? Ever since I let the Shark hit my tightest space, it has been pervading my sexual mind.

This night though, I had the urge to fuck you in the ass. You let me slide my finger in, I hooked it upward to hit your man spot, your cock thumped rock solid when I did. I was gentle—rocking my finger up into you. Sheepishly you ask me, “next time we see each other, if there is to be a next time, will you fuck me in the ass with a strap on.” My notorious big ol’ vixen smile floods my face. Of course I will. I would love to have the honor of fucking you. The idea gets me so excited, that I want to fuck again right now.

I reverse myself and climb aboard your cock, lowering my pussy around the tip, teasing, as I rise back up. Grabbing your balls in my hand, as I again, sink on to your beam. Leaning back my pussy takes you in. Then it hits me. Lifting your balls, up into my wetness, I let a drop saliva fall from my lips and land on your ass right below the balls I am cupping. With my index finger I being to run my fingertip around the edge of your star mixing with my saliva. I continue to ride your frame, the rise and fall of my ebb and flow on top of your cock, here then gone. My view is extraordinary. Watching the disappearing act of your dick into my pussy, while tenderly fingering your hole. I let another drop of spit stream through the air and hit the spot, I massages it in, and then my fingertip slips, then the knuckle is gone, then the whole finger. I am fucking your tightest space while you fuck me, and I am watching the whole thing.

I stay slow with my finger work, but you know how insatiable my cunt can be, she happens to be now grinding on your extremely hard shaft, which is filling me nicely. You indicate that you are ready to blow– “oh yeah, oh yeah, fucking hell.” As I rise up on your dick I clinch with my strong muscle and pull and squeeze you, holding momentarily at the top, then bam–back down, my finger deep into your space, really hitting your spot. Giving a few more push and pulls on your cock, I feel you clinch, your tightening, the wave of a body twitch comes over you as you thrust upward and deep into me. Giving one more nice tug with my lost finger you cum so hard that it triggers me to lose mine too. My pussy pulsating around your shaft, draining every drop, every inch. I want all of you. Melting onto your diminishing cock my pussy floods us. I slowly sway off of you, fluids mixed lubricating my digit that is still lost, as I slowly pull it out more pearly white trickles from your tip. I gently release my finger and look you in the eyes again. My smile almost as big as yours.

originally posted on  3/15/09