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.

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I thought about you again, yes again.

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.

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.

Hunger of the cunt and mind leave me entwined
visions leap from the page
tripped into illusion today–of my fucked mouth
hands into the ocean between my thighs

sitting tense on the edge of our words
jump the gun–tangled hands
incandescently blaze the way

five hundred miles either direction
north or south find the way
rigid consumption–panting–whimpering

make you moan-make me crawl–make me climb the fucking wall
lovers contention waxes and wanes
evocation drips from my chin
grab the leash and lead the way

Perhaps it is something about age, wisdom, a lifetime of sexuality finally in fruition–or perhaps it’s my simple assertiveness, but I am fascinated when I slip into that mode–that mode of “my turn.” My turn, to ride you, to use your cock, to show you how I like to cum.

During breaks between fucking, we play, laugh talk– but your hard glossed cock is always bouncing somewhere near my pussy. It is my favorite time to grab your shaft with a nice grip (I like a cock I can grab with my firm handshake). I cannot resist your round head this close to my lips, my pussy open from being fucked–with my grip I rub the head into me. You drip. Rubbing your cock all over my slit making the precum pour in those little silver strands I love so much.

We lay side my side your fingers and my fingers between my pages, getting me wet. I feel my self slipping into that other plane.

“put your fingers inside of me.”

Slowly you hook up, hitting the spot, my fingers work my clit and full fat lips. I am wet. The feeling of I want to cum washes over me and I take control. My hand on top of yours, your hand and fingers becomes mine, I finger fuck myself with your hand, imaging it is your cock.

Closer and closer to the edge I rock my cunt on your hand devouring it, the fist portion rubbing into my puffed out cunt. I can feel it consuming me, the fire that starts at my toes and rises slow and low over my entire body.

“oooohh I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum.”

Whenever I say words, I cum, it always brings me there.

Shoving your hand in deeper, pulling it in, clutching and un-clutching around your digits–I drive my self to edge and right over. With my Rocky Mountain girl growl I cum in hard thrust down onto your hand, ending in tense jerk and convulsion emanating from the core of my pussy.

Slowly you pull your fingers out of me and into my mouth. Creamy.

What a nice cum.

Time was in a void as we hibernated at my little witness relocation bungalow.

We stayed in a constant state of hard to soft , wet to dry and back again. Feeling your cock grow between my lips, turning you heavy to solid with my mouth became an enjoyable challenge. How many times over the span of a weekend could I make you hard?  I love the way your soft quite dick became solid and rigid from the lick of my skilled tongue.

Long bouts of pounding fucking were followed by laughter, smiles and slow sucking and licking. For a weekend, I let myself go, I let myself be in love, and dream dreams I hadn’t remembered were dreams of mine.

We disappeared when fucking became rampant, and I mean rampant in the best possible of ways. Your hands clutching the flesh of my tits, pulling on my nipples, making me winch in pain–yet wet around your cock. Stretching the nipple then releasing. Your hands wrap around my throat–most often guided there by me–  your grip tightens  as I grind your root deeper and deeper into me. The way your cock plunges into me while your hand grips my throat makes me fuck you harder. Our eyes lock and we both gone, replaced by our other.

When your hand releases the grip from my neck it raises high into the air, with driving lust I await the strike to my cheek. It is sharp, shocking, then quickly the other side and back again. I lose count of how many blows came down. The sharpness quickly subsides to dull and stars swim lustful little strokes my head. It’s all too much you have to pull out of me to prevent you from filling my needy cunt with your sweet cum. The pain is so fierce, there is a fire ragging between my pussy, my mind and body are not working in the same plains of dimension. Your cock is a fire rod between my fat full pussy not inside, but throbbing between the pages of wet flesh.

The sensation of your cock sliding in my slit like this, hitting my sharpened clit is astounding, it makes me cum and cry and sing to the angels. Sliding my cunt up an down the length  of your shaft, my emotion and cum leak from every open hole, I am scared of the way I feel, the way your cock melts every bit of me. I have the longest slowest soaring high orgasm while gliding my lips all over your thickened meat.

I cannot comprehend the feeling from pain to the floating ecstasy I felt while hovering over you lost in your eyes and your cock.

Fucked, fed and taken care of makes me a happy giving girl, as does my absolute enthusiasm for cock. All of it together can make for an explosive blow job for both of us.

Ever since I can remember I’ve had a love and an innate expertise for loving on dick, for that sweet cock worship. I am quite sure I gave my first boyfriend more tongue around his cock than with kisses to his mouth. This discovery of my cock sucking ability may have prolonged me loosing my virginity. I didn’t have to. I could always make a boy come with my mouth. In all my years and all my cock there has only been one man who I have not been able to make come with a blow job and it was certainly not from lack of trying. He told me only woman had ever made him cum with a blow job, it was a challenge that, alas– I failed at. Bad kitty, I should have tried harder.

The last man I wrapped my lips around made me cock crazy. It is all I have been thinking about–as I perform my daily routine, everything comes back to thoughts of being on my knees between your legs. With each floating step I drift into how much I want some cock back in my mouth again, how I want to turn you from soft to heavy to rock hard. Eager to slide my kisses from your lips down to your root and find my way around you. I like to make your cock all nice and wet and slobbery with my spit, then slide me hands along solid beam of cock you have become.

Precum has become a favorite flavor of mine, I think in my youth i did not appreciate the flavor, or how it comes to be, the sweet elixir created in the mind first. It can be flowing before I even begin to touch you, glossy strands of snapping silver oozing from your tip and the thought of my eyes on your cock–let alone my lips.

For your appreciative cock my zeal and fervor can run all night. A long slow drive with my lips and tongue. Sipping all that drips from you. Bringing you close then back down, keeping you on the verge of everything, until your not. Until you hand grabs my face, my hair and you become earnest about my efforts to make you come.

For all the leads up to you coming down my throat, I don’t want to let your cock go when you ejaculate. Like when you come in my pussy, I like you stay there, I like to feel your trunk twitch and throb as drain all the come from you, I like to feel the aftershocks with your still in the heat of my mouth. When you pull you cock from between my lips I swallow you down.

Guess what I want for dinner, and dessert?

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At one point the need for his cum to fill me up was so great that I begged for it. It is some sort of sick game my body and mind play with each other. The mind knowing I cannot be filled with the potentiality that cum can bring–my body crying out for it literally. Crying and begging for him to fill me with his cum. The motion of his head shaking “no” in the dark made me cry harder. This need for cum was so strong in this moment of being fucked and still being asleep–woke up by cock, my pussy opening wide, the tip of your cock hitting my cervix, hurting, yet so good at the same time. Middle of the night sex is often my most vulnerable and freeing of moments.

You gave me this pounding that I have needed for quite some time. A pounding that was not punishment, but painful pleasure. Stretching me wide, thrusting into my depth, with each movement slamming my body into the mattress. It hurt and I wanted more–I took comfort in feeling your cock stab into me–in just feeling a pain that succumbed to orgasm.

My need for cock has been boundless lately, and you just appear to have inflamed this need.
That scent of your cock so close to me, your silhouette in the dark as your body movs to the other side of the bed where my head lay half dangling off the edge, your hardened cock now at my mouth–bounces at my lips. Breathing in, I never wanting to leave this scent of musky cock and cunt we have created. Wrapping my hungry, now very slutty and needy, mouth around the tip of you cock–longing to elicit that sweet and salty brine I tasted earlier.

My mouth parts open, then begins to stretch with each slow grinding thrust into my wet word hole. Your hands grabbing my mess of locks, forcing what doesn’t need forced, pulling my face into all of you. I choke, but never gag–at that moment I am in love with your cock, in love with your balls that I am grasping and pulling in with each deep thrust into my mouth. I want you to cum in my mouth I want to taste you, drink you and and learn how to make you cum with only my lips.

But you don’t let that happen–not yet. Between my legs, I grasp your cock guiding it and you  spread thighs wide open with you body, with your cock. Earnestly you begin fucking me, each trust harder, approaching a rhythmic cadence. The sounds of our bodies slamming together, the sound of the bed creaking in time below us–the symphony of fucking.

“cum on me, cum on me, cum on me”

I beg, plead and scream–the neighbors are probably begging for you to cum on me already. Finally the heat splats across my body, streaking across my belly, tits, hair and pillow behind me.

This weekend I have been a good hungry little cum slut.

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Yesterday I  ran a hot bath, I filled it with green tea bath salts and rose petals, I lit candles. It was all about relaxation and soaking.

Then I thought–-hell this is the perfect time to test drive the new 8” suction cup dildo.

Starting slow, with my fingers, I was already slick though, I have been horny for a few solid days. I switched to the dildo, I did not suction cup it to anything, but just ran it along my slit, enjoying the way the silicone feels sort of like real cock. Pushing the tip of the clear blue dick into my puffy lips, I opened myself up–running the length of the shaft between my lips, causing me to immediately want more. When I pushed the tip of the cock deeper I simultaneously felt my clit with my other hand.

I stayed slow, I was in there to relax.

Letting the dildo fall to the wayside, I drifted into thoughts of sucking cock. Not one particular cock–my imagination makes up cock–thoughts of what I think your cock is like, the cock I have tasted in the past. My ideal.

I switched to the jimmyjane’s (love that I can take it in the bath) low rumble, not in my pussy or directly on my clit, but on the mound, the surface–it makes me very creamy when I do this. Needy creamy.

The dildo drifted around the bottom of the bathtub, bumping into my thighs–seeking somewhere to go. I must oblige the inanimate cock. I must oblige my cunt.

More earnestly I fuck myself, the rumble closer to my clit, working my folds, opening myself up more and more–I start to work the dildo in. I do enjoy a nice big cock. It feels right and good, I have about half of the cock in squeezing tightly around it, gripping like I wish it were you. Like I would never have to let go of you. Like my pussy could hold you forever.

As I fuck, I notice my mouth dropping open, as it often does when I fuck myself. My mouth wants cock too, my mouth wants your cum.

I rise and stick the suction portion to the bottom of the bathtub, on my knees I lower my cunt to the tip, I slowly take it in, slow sliding up and down the shaft. My mouth still opening for some invisible cock. I ride. I grind. Slow turns to fast. I cram my pussy all the way down on to the cock–it hurts and feels fantastic at the same time.

I place three fingers in my hungry mouth–I think about you cumming, about you cumming in my mouth, my hair, my chin, my tits. And I fuck. In my mind I am devouring your cock with my lips and mouth. Questions and images of those questions run through my head the closer I get to coming.

What is the consistency of your cum?
Would you like it if I filled my mouth with your balls?
How rough of a blow job do you like?
Are you extra sensitive, could I have my way with you?
Do you want to feed me your dick?
How hard could I squeeze your balls?
Do you like it when my tongue slides into your slit?
What does your cum taste like?

I move my fingers from my mouth to the junction between my legs as I grind down and fuck few more strokes–daytripping about you feeding me your cum.  The flickering film in my head has you stroking your cock, pointing it at me, my mouth eagerly drops open, my tongue wagging in waiting. One last grind onto the prosthetic cock and I cum in a gush–I can see the white cream pooling around the clear blue of the dildo from inside my pussy and I see you cumming– hovering over me in bath, one last stroke of your cock–you shoot, gripping your cock tightly making sure I get every last drop I deserve.  Damn I love your cum.

Come on and give me some.