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bedside manner

Library Vixen — Tue, 06 Mar 2012 18:57:24 +0000

In the chair by the side of your bed– hovering like and angel over your damaged body, I do the only thing I know how, the thing I do the best. Lifting you in my hands, massaging your balls– feeling the mass fill my hands. Kneading and stroking you to hard- like a nurse, or a whore, or a fluffer– perhaps all three in one, but certainly an expert in milking cock.

Once sufficiently hard for my taste, I graze my lips across the tip of your cock, letting a gathering of spit drop, sliding my fingers through the saliva lubricant– glossing up the tip of your cock. Squeezing your balls and grasping around the base– I make your cock bigger than it really is. Pointing towards the sky, I lean for a kiss, a drop, a swallow– drifting up and down your branch, coating you in my mouth, making you polished and lubricious enough for the new cock ring to put on. It still took work, and I may have made you wince more than once, but the ring was slid down and place at the base of your cock. When I hit the vibe your body, your ass clinches and the humming emanates from not only the device, but from between your lips too.

Being a dedicated cock nurse, I begin to work in earnest– alternating between my fingers, hands and mouth– finding the right vibe adjustment on the Lelo ring that makes your cock fully engorged, hard, red and angry– just how I like it.

I decide to bring you back down a bit– well there is no bringing that cock back down, but I slow the process by turning the vibe on very low and administering a slow teasing hand job– no cumming to soon for you.
“Do you like that? I bet you want come don’t you…I don’t think you came last night did you? ahhh you must be pretty backed up.”
You only nod, shift your head, perhaps a loving scowl- your brain function is all trapped in your cock– which is leaking and dripping strands of pre-cum all over the place now. Like a animal your cock drips around your pulsing head.

Increasing the cadence of my handjob, licking the pre-cum away and turning the vibe on as strong as it will, I decide it’s time. Again the vibe makes your body clinch, and my mouth keeps it that way, everything about you is rigid.
Up for air–
“Come for me.”
My strokes, firm– not fast and not slow, pull the orgasm from body, draining, and indeed milking. Exploding spurts hit my tongue, then surround my hands and fingers– I keep my stroke tightly around your branch, I want every last drop.

The seizing of your body releases, the clinching subsides– cock heavy, used and spent– for now at least– the cock ring slides easily off. Your eyes slit and you slip into sleep. I– the nurse, the whore, clean up and curl in next to you.

I was thinking….

Library Vixen — Thu, 19 Jan 2012 19:32:16 +0000

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.

image by Oleg Kosirev

perfectly fuckable

Library Vixen — Sat, 05 Nov 2011 03:00:22 +0000

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.

get on the bus

Library Vixen — Mon, 18 Jul 2011 17:38:14 +0000

My cock dry spell has finally been broken! Cue in angels singing and sun shards filtering down through my cum filled locks of hair.

My dry spell, I realized (or maybe not such a big realization), was stemming from sadness and fear– but mostly fear. The older I get the harder it is to get over love, loss and death. It takes longer now to recover from heartache, taking more out of me and making me fear doing it again. It has been a hard summer– but this week I felt the fog burning, figuratively and literally– and all that blue sky and sunshine made me frisky and even happy.

I soon found myself having one of those weekends that can only happen in San Francisco– one full of sex, but without actually ever having sex– well ya know depending upon your definition.

Thursday: the SsexBbox magazine release party– spent with my solid friends. The magazine came out great, I flirted with lots of girls convincing them of how hot they would be photographed– passing them each my card. It was a fun evening filled with lots of sexy people and I stayed out very late and slept in until 11:30 the next morning– like a Vixen should.

Saturday: I flew solo, I like to fly solo. I like the control and the mischief I can allow myself when going it alone. The Center for Sex and Culture hosted performance artist, shaman and 2008 presidential candidate Frank Moore. Often I go to events at the Center, to show my support– being the librarian and all–plus I always see it as an opportunity to take photos. Unfortunately I get shot down a lot trying to document what happens behind those doors.

This time I asked if I could photograph the performance, Frank Moore agreed as long as I was to be a participant. I never really know what to expect when I walk through the CSC doors, and have on occasion left because it was just not my thing– I’m not really into being nude in front of strangers, or masturbating in a circle of people, and it is completely out of my comfort zone to be intimate with someone I don’t know – though I would like to photograph all of that.

But Saturday, I stayed and by the end I dropped the camera and my clothing.

Moore asked me if would remove my clothing.

I responded…“Skirt and top.”

Growling, drooling and grunting his response back at me and then interpreted by his wife.

“For now, fine.”

Eventually he began to pair us up, I was having an internal freak out about who he was going to stick me with. But, I got lucky. He was a tall lanky muscular sweet stoner SF nomad boy. We created friction, yeah- I rubbed all over a complete stranger– nude. He looked me in the eyes while he was touching me, I was enjoying his the way his body felt- the hardness of male to my softness of woman. Before I knew it– I was lost, the rest of my cloths came off, there was no one else in the room, I felt high– but mostly I felt like fucking, I felt like grinding on his nice hard cock– the cock I made hard. I swiped the drop of pre cum that formed on the tip of his cock, putting to my tongue for taste, it left me wanting more. I glided and rubbed my body all over his cock, between my tits his dick would appear and reappear. Between my wet slit his cock slid, my clit was reaching for him. He could have easily have slid right into me.

When the performance ended my cute lanky boy and his girlfriend in her deep excited accent asked me a question. A question I’ve only heard a handful of times- and learned right away to always say yes and recommend that you do as well.“Would you like to see our bus?”

By then we had all come down from our near fucking high, so we lay around in their home/bus, smoking some weed, listening to music, riffing and praising on Frank Moore, kissing, and saying our goodbyes. They sent me off with an organic pineapple, bananas, tomatoes and very wet panties.

All that “intimacy” without fucking made me crazy. There was no doubt about it, I needed cock.

The need was so strong to taste cock and cum that I pulled a really slutty blow job off on Sunday. In the car, pointed toward the ocean with beach goers milling about I gave down and dirty head. Bobbing on cock like that always make my cunt slick, it makes me want to fuck– and bonus, I christened the new ride finally.

I love making cock hard, feeling it stiffen under my hand, behind the fabric, before the flesh to flesh. It doesn’t take long for me to want you in my mouth, wanting to fuck you with my lips, tongue, throat. Your hand landing on the back head forcing the willing around your shaft- my mouth sliding up and down. Before long the warning words of cum slip out of your mouth. I should of swallowed considering the amount of delicious strands of cream that landed between my tits, in my hair, across my face, and up the length of your arm.

The weekend was a reminder of just how much I have been missing cock, and while I remain scared to again, find that one or two special cocks, the pain and fear can indeed be worth it. So let the cock hunting ressume.

blue in green

Library Vixen — Fri, 27 May 2011 05:05:59 +0000

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.

protagonist cunt

Library Vixen — Wed, 27 Oct 2010 17:31:09 +0000

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

down time

Library Vixen — Fri, 22 Oct 2010 17:42:05 +0000

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.

moments

Library Vixen — Mon, 18 Oct 2010 15:16:56 +0000

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.

dessert

Library Vixen — Wed, 06 Oct 2010 17:16:34 +0000

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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crying for cum

Library Vixen — Mon, 04 Oct 2010 14:13:23 +0000

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.