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.

Whew….
It has been two solid weeks of hectic non-stop career building–but I am done until 2011! I have barely even noticed we are deep into the Holiday Season, if it wasn’t for the parade of drunks wearing Santa hats at the Library I may have never noticed.

Santa Baby–bring me some cock NOW!

I have been crazy writing and not one word about getting fucked–though I have not getting fucked to write about anyway. Of course–I always take care of myself, but I have not even had the time to do myself properly either. All my cums have been fast, down and dirty, quickies with the most powerful iconic utilitarian vibrator I own.

I have been surprised at how wet and sloppy my pussy has been getting. I think it is the build up, this lack of time has put me on a schedule of when I masturbate. So that by the time the 2 AM I need cum time rolled around each night my cunt was growling, had grown fat and would leak all over the chair. Perhaps I am in heat. Perhaps I need some meat. Perhaps somebody needs to come lick this mess up.

Of course I would love to do the same for you. It has been nearly two weeks since I had your cock in mouth. I certainly have been missing that feel of your thick branch being stroked by my hand–making the soft flesh turn to hardness for my mouth, for my cunt. There is just about nothing I wouldn’t do to feel you sliding into me, letting me ride you–covering that fat cock of yours in this wet messy pussy.

Get over her, now!

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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The blue glow, sometimes makes me feel alone. I can see you on the other end–we connect, we can watch the same clips of women coming–and men getting their cocks sucked. A shared pornographic experience. Engaging our bodies for the other and for ourselves on the glow, but we remain apart and after we cum we are still alone.

This sterility of the web cam sex is what takes me some time to warm up to–in order to have this shared web cam moment. It is the same as real time sex, I need some foreplay. In fact I need more, to make me relax and feel comfortable fucking myself for you–with you in front of the little camera within my machine.

We spent a half hour, maybe even more talking about the day–talking about New York–talking about libraries–that always gets me going.

Feeling comfortable, the vulnerability dissipated–my clothing did the same. Soon I was naked in my new ergonomic office chair (it’s got great tilt-ability). You are already naked, you stay naked. Your cock is thick and waving at me, it is heavy and throbbing red, I know what it feels like, but I cannot feel it.

We start sending the other clips to watch. Two girls, fuck machines, amateur couples.

“I’ll be right back” I chimed.

I watch my own round ass disappear from the computer screen–I am gone from view. Upon return I have a towel for the chair and my new JimmyJane Iconic Smoothie. I love this new toy it reminds me of my very first vibrator I bought from the mall at Spencer gits–in the gag wedding gift section (but could never replace my TV remote control). This is a simple white basic vibrator, but it is waterproof and super powerful and easy to control the speed.

Holding it up to the camera for you to see I slide it across my lips and in my mouth wanting it to be your dick. Together we watch the eager girls lick each others pussy, I watch you stroke your cock, you watch me spread my thighs. My fingers slip into my folds, my hand grasps around my tits, making the nipple hard and erect.

“god I love seeing your tits.”

I mash them together for you, body language for–your cock could be here.

Propping my feet on the desk, dropping my thighs wide, I slide my fingers down deep into my pages and bring them back up to my lips.

“What do you taste like today?”
I lick and respond,
“Tasteless.”
“Oh your not tasteless.”

But I am, on the surface, I taste nothing, just the mildest of lemon salt. I am not flowing enough yet to become flavorful, I plunge deeper with my fingers, the walls of my cunt–feels hot, soft velvet and in mind I imagine the darkest of red–grabs my digits and pulls. I need to be fucked. I need cock.

Pulling my finger out they are coated, creamed, and taste of sweet and tangy, I lick them and bury them back in.

On my split screen set up (geek porn) I watch the amateur couple fuck and on the other I watch the squirting girl with the beautiful pussy squirt all over the fuck matching and in between I watch you stroking your thick root of a cock. Further I tilt, bringing the vibrator to my full lips, to my clit, my pussy jumps and clinches around my finger and the flow begins. Pussy streams down my ass cheeks and onto the towel under me. As I seem to slip even lower into the chair I watch all three glowing scenes.

Everything becomes ultra quiet–the vibe is the only thing I seem to hear. I am no longer focused on any one thing in particular, in fact it is all out of focus–like I am watching porn with my glasses off.

Fucking my fingers, I raise my ass off the chair and grind. Fucking my hand like it’s cock. I need cock. The jimmyjane nailing my clit making liquid surge. My pussy is full and fat with blood and life. Everything is so quite, I am barely making a noise–all sound is blocked inside of me, my body tense with locked noise and I fuck.

When I come it is intense wet soaking, painful, relieving, freeing and silent. I feel like I made not a sound. My hands still in me the vibe still rumbling I stay there and ride another wave of silent orgasm, I feel my self coming, I know I am soaking through onto my new chair and I don’t care. I pour and pussy is alive and full–she is a fucking animal–and I don’t care. And I come and I come.

In my come moment I beg you,
“Cum on my pussy….please.”

A begging sigh for your come as my pussy is still throbbing and deeply clenching my fingers–I sense you coming.

“Cum on me.”

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I am on brief trip to Denver, the place I still call home, though I will never move back here–it’s always home. My favorite thing about my parents house is the bathrooms that my Pops has spent a great deal of time remodeling over the past few years. The downstairs has a beautifully green glass tiled giant two person shower with multiple shower heads and hand held nozzles for an accurate point and spray. I day dream about getting dirty and then clean with you in that shower. The shower is my favorite place to get fucked in my tight ass hole, the heat and water has me relaxed and ready. A little soap, some fingers, then your sweet hard cock.

But, I tend to go for the jacuzzi over the shower. There is nothing like the excess of a huge tub filled with the hottest water I can stand shooting high powered jets causing everything in the mind and body to slip away to relaxation.  

I got in late last night–the first place I headed was the bathroom. Getting the hot water going (it takes awhile to fill the tub up), I grab my bath supplies: a little scented salt, a bit of bath oil, small amount of bubbles, light the candles, big luxury towel, and of course jimmyjane.

As I wait for the water to get to the appropriate level to turn the jets on I think about the first time I discovered the power of the hot tub jet. I was young, maybe 10 or 11, I had been masturbating for some time by then–anywhere I could really (not much has changed). We used to go visit my Aunt Kay, I thought they were rich because they had a hot tub. I can almost feel that first sensation of that jet hitting my clit. I never felt anything shoot my pussy like that before.  My mom and I would go visit her often, while they sat around and chatted  I would spend hours in the hot tub with my girl pussy pushed up against the jet fucking the powerful water cock. Shy with guilt–looking around to see if anyone could tell what I was up to, I would sit in there and just come continuously. I loved going to my Aunt Kay’s.

Sinking down in the tub, my red curls float and grow straight with the water, relaxation surrounds me. I soak for a bit, then start with the vibe on my now fat full pussy lips. Even though I am surrounded by water, I can feel the sweat forming between my shoulder blades and down my ass cheeks and my feet are on fire already, I really must have needed to come–because it didn’t take long for me to want to.

I turn my body so my ass and pussy are in position to blast them full of water. The first shot of water hits me and it feels the same and just as good as it did that first time in Aunt Kay’s hot tub.

The water opens me wide up like nothing else ever does, being stuffed and fucked with a stream of high pressured water, I fuck it and ride it like a cock. Thoughts of being young, of water cock super heroes–like the silver surfer but with water cock powers circle my mind. Bucking and sweating I fuck into the the jet.  I let the jet spray right up into my ass, something I never did when I was a girl. Hot Damn! While my ass is being filled I flick the vibe ferociously around my pussy and clit–there is so much sensation it is hard to even feel the sensation of the vibe.

My fingers feeling my cunt, I am so spread– I think I could take a fist, or two cock, or three as wide open as I am. I cannot take it anymore–I have to release. One more blast on my star and then back to my pussy. The jet rides  right on my clit–it is an explosive feel, a jerk of my whole body consumes me from deep inside then right back on to the jet for one last water cock thrust and my whole body pulses with come. When my body stops jerking and twitching I sink into the heat of the water and get ready for round two.

I spent my Friday evening going through the Taschen Big Butt Book, it has made me even more excited for today’s round of ass appreciation. It seems to have put me in good mood, ready and dripping with anticipation of all the ass I will see throughout the day in this fine city.

It made me want to show my own ass off. It made me yearn for a nice spank, one or two good firm ones–the quick sharp variety that leave your hand print. Just enough to leave my skin stinging and itching for more.

So–I think I will leave for work early, packed with a few new toys to play with–my jimmyjane and her friend Gigi. Maybe I should wear a plug or the smart balls–a continual sexual reminder of the day I like to celebrate. First stop–a flirt with the coffee shop boys/girls. Get my flirty ass on.

You will not believe what song just popped up on the Pandora? I see you Baby–shakin’ that ass. A definite sign of the day.

xoxo.

The late day mix of sun and rain filtered through the open basement window onto our bed. I could see passerby’s but they would rarely take notice of us. The window was not at the vantage point of eye level, we would easily be missed.

“get the camera”

Wearing a tiny little black tank top and a little lacy bra that is useless, that my tits had long since spilled out of, I sprawl out. Stretching my limbs in opposite directions, feeling my sinew and ligaments pulling tight, my joints pop and crack.

Running my hands on my body, I am relaxed and at ease with myself and with you. You begin to shoot.

“I want to cum, I want you to watch me cum.”

Everything about me at that moment is soft. The tough was eased away. My hands know what I want, I know what I want. I like it when you watch me, I find it to be an important part of a sexual relation.

My pussy is full of blood and life and want, it has been for days now. Pulling my tits from the top of my tank top, I kneed them together for you, mash them– wanting you to know your dick could be in there. Shards of sun, bounce off my skin as I twist the nipples into a peak formation. Putting my fingers into my mouth I coat them with saliva then reach for my bare, now fat, pussy. The lips spread for my cunt–needy. I use my finger and knuckles to get me flowing.

You watch, you shoot.

I grab my new jimmyjane and begin massaging into my full puffy cunt. Lightly at first, just resting it on the lips of my pussy–feeling the rumble fill my body. My eyes slit in response. I want more. I begin working the toy, around, feeling my tiny clit grow to a hard pebble. Twisting the toy around my flesh, I can feel my clit popping to meet the vibrations. That familiar fire spreads through my body beginning at the bottom of my feet and writhes up and out every follicle of my hair.

Grabbing you by the dick, which has been bouncing in front of me as you take our snapshots, I bring you into me. Your hard cock is mine, momentarily. I use it as I want. I use it as a toy, and appendage for my use, for my insatiable cunts use. Rubbing my clit with the tip of your dripping cock sends me into a different realm–one of female dominance. Your cock is mine and I use it like I want. At least for now. I continue to manipulate your meat like it was a dildo, slapping my pussy with it, grinding my cunt up onto it, simultaneously using it with the jimmyjane. I want to cum.

My head tips, my neck and back arching and I see the window shade wide open, legs and torsos passing by as I cum and you shoot.

“fuck me.”

Bringing your body into me, reaching beyond me you pull the shade down–shutting out those who pass by, and we fuck. When your cock fills me the female dominance dissipates and it is just you and I and we fuck.