Something has changed in me, in my footstep, in my thought process, in the way I carry myself with you. I am no longer yours, in my mind and in my body I am belonging to someone else.

My body has betrayed me because of this dichotomy of men. Or is that dichotomy lives within me? In my mind it’s easy to have two lovers, in reality my body is not functioning and letting go properly. The mental block has manifested in a blocking of the body and betrayal of my generally good natured wide open slutty pussy.

You have hardly been able to slide a finger deep inside my tight walls let alone your throbbing cock and when we do get that far–it is a forced fucking and feels not the same as it once did.

Maybe I should think of my SF cock, while I fuck my NYC cock.

I have made my NYC cock serve, what has become my bohemian lifestyle–including lovely cheeses and breads, find drink and good smoke, but also sexually.

I have become strict, unrelenting and perhaps a bit mean with NYC, but all in a cock loving, ball crimping, ass spanking, vibrator ass fucking, lick my pussy kind of way. ferociously I tease your cock, making you refrain from cumming, building you up then making you come back down, only to again force a raging hard on from you that is sure to go nowhere, until I am ready for it to.

I have enjoyed a few selfish girl cums, some pouring into your eager mouth while you lapped and drank me down, but this act of cumming was disconnected from the man who gave it to me. While I held your the back of your head between my thighs and released my cum–I was else where– drifting away into thoughts I made my own, thoughts to make me cum, thoughts of one cock.

Everything we did was slow, until it wasn’t. A Friday night spent in, with no rush or urgency toward cumming. My only goal to taste you splattering on to my tongue, but not until hours of foreplay, licking, sucking, kissing and fucking.  We lay the blanket and pillows on the floor, like a slumber party and begin the loss of clothing. I have no intentions of skipping anything, I want to taste you, get lost in you. Tangled and locked, our legs intertwine and the longest sweetest make my pussy wet kiss inspires between us. Sometimes it’s easier to break a kiss than to stay in it. We remain, your tongue exploring the tip of mine like it’s my clit, your breath on my neck and ear sends sparks along my spine. Waves flow as our lips kiss and I drift into thoughts about grinding and sliding down around your shaft.

We shift, your head lost between my thighs, lapping at my slit, my knees that once framed the sides of your head drop open wide, and all my other thoughts begin to dissipate and I start to reach for that place where there is nothing, where all outside forces are just that, outside. Two fingers slide in finding my spot, this synthesis of tongue and finger always brings me off. Slow licks and lingering finger fucking becomes a steady cadence. I can feel my cunt trying to swallow your fingers and hand.  While I grasp and pinch hard around my mounds of tits, you pull a cum from deep inside me that makes me scream devotionals of love and fuck.

The night drifts along as we grind and play, we vary from soft and slow to hard and pounding. Ass up and my face to the ground, your cock opening me wide, my ass stretched from your finger having previously explored my tight little ass star, a move that makes my pussy a big need hole. Almost immediately as your cock stabs into my cunt I want you to fuck my ass.

“try it, try and put your cock in, slow, slow, SLOW.”

The feeling of want becomes unbelievably powerful. I almost just want you to shove me down and slam into me, but the pain makes me stutter negations. Pulling out, the ass is too much for both of us,  you cum a little bit. I love the way you cum in spurts, a bit here, a little bit more later. On good night I can make you cum four times and your cock– sweet and coated in my cunt and ass– stays thick and hard even after cumming. Just what a needy pussy needs.

On the couch your legs open to accommodate my body and mouth. I want nothing more than to drop my mouth down. But, you have different intentions.

“Be a good girl and ask for it.”

I tease, licking my lips, breathing onto your tip.

“Ask for it.”

For some reason I resist, instead I stand up on my knees and show you my pussy, spreading my lips open. Then turning onto all fours, my ass for your viewing–I bounce and back my cheeks to your straining hard dick, until it is sliding between my ass cheeks–just gliding, feeling your cock get even harder. No longer do you stand for this teasing, you rise and begin a steady plow into my open wet meat, and you fuck me and fuck and fuck me.

“Turn around and get your mouth over here”

I obey instantly, my hungry tongue popping out as you pump your salty brine into my open mouth.

It’s always an enjoyable day off when I can spend it being the deliciously greedy slut I am. I have been trying to explore the variations of orgasm I’m capable of achieving. Waves flush through my body, quivers from the core of my cunt outward or mild rushes to full on mind blowing orgasm. Such fun research. And of course, I have to admit it is certainly fun making you cum too.

My pussy has been getting wet quickly and staying that way–such a horny kitty I have been lately. There is little else I want to do other than lay around all day and fuck and experiment in all the different ways you can make me cum.

Of course I love the way your finger fill me, so soft and gentle–until it’s not. The finger fucking combined with your tongue lapping me up is always a sure way to send me over the edge. I always think in my mind I just want to have nice slow, fill me up lingering sex and then I cannot help myself–I end up bucking onto your hand–screaming for more fingers. Soon your whole hand is trying to pry me open, you have almost your whole fist inside of me. There is a point, a transformation–from pain to pleasure, that when crossed–my mind goes blank. I am all there, nothing else is floating around in the brain except how good my cunt is feeling while that rush of orgasm begins to consume my entire mental being.

My orgasm rolls through me like a summer thunder storm, long and slow, rumbling through my body and it feels as though I have soaked your entire arm. Pulling your coated fingers out from deep inside, you spread my thighs wide and slide that rock hard cock in one swift long immersion into this need hole of mine and we get lost into the cadence of fucking.

Your hands around my throat sets you off. It makes me see stars circling like those little cartoon birdies. As I gasp for air I can feel your cock swell inside of me, the power you have makes your cock harder. Grabbing me by my neck–guiding  me on and off your shaft proves to be too much–your cum is inevitable.

“Cum on me, cum on me.”

When you pull out, your cum fill my belly button and dribbles down my belly toward my parted lips. I love it when you rub your big round head in the cum and start fucking me some more. Your cock stays nice and hard even after cumming, and my pussy can make it harder and make you cum again. Pulling out again from my too hot wet pussy, your feet and legs straddle my face, my body under yours, your cock right before my eyes as you stroke out a second cum. I love this position. Red and bobbing your hand slides along your trunk, my tongue slips out of my mouth–hungry, waiting, eager for a taste of round two.

Bracing my hands flat to the kitchen floor for support an eager slut for each plunge of your cock hitting into me from behind. The pain of being fucked like this is what makes me feel like I am  truly being fucked. Life, my problems, the damage, the past and the sorrow can all be fucked out of me and the pain becomes part of the release. Your cock slamming my cervix, the thickness making the walls of pussy expand wanting more–wanting to feel the deep ache of fucking despite the pain, loving the pain.

Slam slam slam into this cunt, I want all of you, more of you inside of me. More than there is.

It becomes more than both of us can take, in this position we are more like our animal selves than our human –I can hear myself begging for you to fuck me. I am not sure if the words spill out of my mouth or if they are just a tornado buzzing in my head. Everything is being pounded, spread open and dripping. All of it filling the air, your cock smell is all over my face and I want more.

Moving to the bedroom, we come down from the sex high of the kitchen. I like it when you lay on top of me with all of your weight–not even sexually, but playfully–I like the feeling that my body is being consumed by yours.

We kiss and play and smile, you move down and lick between my legs– at my just plowed cunt you lap, drink and worship this pussy. Together we tangle in the bed, this way and that, sideways, reverse on top, upside down we contort our bodies for pleasure. We end up in a classic 69 position, me on top of you, your throbbing cock in my mouth, my pussy in yours. My goal– to coat you with my slobbering sloppy mouth and then ride your cock some more. My magic mouth stiffens you to rock and creates lube all at once. I slide down the length of your body, my back and ass toward your gaze, leaving a trail of pussy from your mouth to your dick, that sweet sweet cock that I then proceed to fill my cunt with. Some cocks do not fit in this reverse direction, it is just awkward, but your cock fills me just right, I slide and slow grind, pushing and pulling my pussy lips up and down your shaft. Filling need met.

Your hands grabbing my ass flesh–sometimes pulling me into your cock, sometimes just kneading my ass meat. Eventually your finger begins to massage my ass hole and the moment it does I can feel my pussy begin to open. My reaction when someone plays with my ass is involuntary and freeing. It’s like the true metaphor of the pussy blooming like spring–you cannot stop it. I try to squeeze around your cock, but my cunt will not allow that, she just wants to be open, spread and be filled with cock. Your is filling me and soon my ass is being finger fucked while I ride.

I know I have said it before–-I am not one you would really call an anal lover, but god damn! that feels so damn incredible. My clit pulses and becomes this hot little pebble. I’m lost in this and I fuck, I feel your cock with my pussy, feel each bump and ridge as slow glide down the length of your branch and back up again. Oh how love that sweet slow grind.

You flip me we kiss. I am thirsty–water–water–I need water. Taking a big drink from the glass next to the bed, you let a stream of the water go from you mouth to mine. You take another drink and let another straight stream of water flow from your mouth hitting my body, my tits, my belly, my wide open cunt–a cold shock to my hot skin. My clit jumps and pussy soaks with excitement and your cock eagerly wants in.

Me beneath you–feeling your cock slide into me. The slow slides transform into hard deliberate thrusts accompanied by the sweet pain I seem to be craving. I reach my hand to the juncture between us, wanting to rub my clit while you fuck me–I am absolutely shocked at what I find. This clit is not mine. It is huge, on fire and ultra sensitive!  I have never felt it this big before. Dipping my finger around my pussy I bring up some moisture this unknown bulb and rub all around it. Fucking electric. I make you feel it, both of us surprised at the size it has become.

All I want to do is cum with your cock being buried deep inside and my finger furiously loving my new clit. My brain has seriously up and walked out my apartment I am all pussy needy cunt.

“Fuck me!”

Disjointed words flow and grunt out of me as I beg and I know the words aren’t circling in my head this time, they are filling the room, the apartment, and the one above and below me and I do not care.

“Fuck me fuck me fuck me—I want to cum.”

My super enhanced power clit is on fire, your cock my core heat source. I writhe up and ride your thrusts with a wild cadence I have not felt in sometime. Mumbling and barking in the tongues of “fuck me” and “I am gonna cum” my pussy takes over trying to get as much cock as she can, a filling deep within. Rubbing my fevered clit I cum hard in body jerks, my cunt pulsing–pleading for you to cum with me. Pulling me closer onto your things your cock pumps into me a few strokes and you pull out spraying my mound and belly with you hot splatter. Scooping your cum onto my fingertips I rub it on my electric throb of clit and ride those last waves of electric energy out on your cock–which remains hard inside me.

Did you ever have one of those days where you can never come enough? Well I do and I did yesterday.

There was this angst electricity to my day right from the beginning, from the moment I lifted my head off the pillow. I was in a mood–amped, annoying, that all to familiar feeling of too much energy and absolutely nowhere to place it. Plus I was trapped at work.

What is a girl to do?

I spent a lot of time in bathroom three. In my locker at work I store three little vibrators–I like to be prepared. I stopped by the locker when I first got to work, slipping my lilttle chroma into the back pocket of my jeans, knowing that by the time I was ready to hide away into my favorite bathroom, the heat of my ass cheeks will have warmed up the cold aluminum surface of the toy. I love this sleek quite multi-powered rod.

The first time, I took it slow, lingering, did my usual set up– took my jeans off folded them neatly, placing them on the ugly orange chair, sat down on top of them, propped my feet on the wall, turned the ear buds up, a slink into the chair, tilted my  head back, and road myself to a long solid straight from the core–from the inside out–creamy cum.

The second time I was in more of hurry, I chose the little magic bullet vibe. There is not much this toy. One speed, hard and fast. I was in bathroom three for its intended purpose. I sat there feeling the liquid drain out of me, it feels good to pee. The build up and the release are similar to orgasm. With my pussy open, my pants dropped to my ankles, my pink panties being stretched by my legs– I turned the magic bullet on. Wasting no time I placed the tip of the vibe directly on my clit–I can feel it now–a forced fast come. The kind that strains every muscle in your body, the kind that makes me leak fluids, the kind that make my face contort as images of your cock sliding in and out of my throat flicker past my mental movie screen. I come, I hear my ejaculation trickle into the toilet–I continue, I ride the come and force another one. My feet raise off the floor and my toes twist and my neck tightens–I want to scream bits of joyous anguish–but I must be quiet. I come again—hard hard hard.

When I stand up I am flying, soaring, high, I cannot scrape myself off the ceiling. I wash up–myself, my fingers and the toy and walk out of the bathroom. I notice my neck is stiff and tight from the intense strain I put into coming and I seem to be floating down the long hallway–like I was on roller skates in a dream fog.

By midnight, after having made myself come several times throughout the day, I started on some smut harvesting–which always leads to clip watching and more clip watching. Why the hell did I watch the Kim Kardashian sex tape. Boring.  Although her man did have a beautiful large cock–from what you could see–but he could use some serious pussy worship lessons. That did not last long, but I did, at a very timely manner, get a email clip delivery. Oh so delicious curvy London Andrews, fucking a nice cock with beautiful tits, lovely pussy and dirty filthy mouth.

I took my  time, lay the towel down on the chair, grabbed a few different toys. I needed a fill that the other comes throughout the day did not provide. I needed a fuck. Having watched the few clips prior, I was already nice and slick, ready to go. Fingers sliding around inside of me, sometimes my pussy almost feels like I am feeling it for the first time, the inner walls different at different times. Last night I was open and tight simultaneously as my fingers were being pulled by my pussy I could feel every spasm and pulse allowing me to drift into that space of freedom and release.

Being open and receptive my cunt easily took in the prosthetic cock–but not much, two inches and I wanted to come, a slow drawn come. I allowed myself to do so, while I watched and longed for my own cock to ride. Two inches became three, four. At the point of orgasm my pussy pulled the whole cock in, grabbing like an animal–clutching , clutching, clutching. My thighs jerk and the smile floods my face and body.

I watch the rest of the scene with my thighs splayed and a small pulsing vibe riding on my clit–waiting for the come splatter scene– so I can come again. As it gets closer I grind a bit more on the vibe, turn it up and change the mild pulse to a steady stream. I grind my pussy, rocking steady on top of it–sitting up and directly on it. He pulls his cock out and slides it past her lips. She loves the taste of  her own pussy–I can tell.  When he strokes his own cock I know it’s time, I lean back awaiting the shooting across her tits. I know I have told you how much I love watching a man stroking his cock to cum–I do the come tilt and pelvic thrust and time it with him.

Cum on my tits.

My tongue pops out, as usual, like I am really about to taste come, I imagine your cock sliding in my mashed tits, so willing to taste you, eager to see you shoot –and I watch as he shakes his cock all over her, trying to spray her with his come, then I come and leak onto the towel, and I continue to come feeling myself  drip to my ass.

I am floating on the ceiling again.

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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.