While I maintain I am still in search of the one (whatever the fuck that might be).  The one who will love, care and not care what I do, the one who tolerate the sort of woman I am and all that bull shit that comes with me, and the one who will respect me, while still disrespecting me in filthy dirty ways– yeah that’s the one. However, I do still have a deep want for cock and what can I say, I like to be a little slutty. Of course I want to be slutty with the one I love, but that’s just not happening right now.

So, what’s a cock slut like me to do?

I know this man–  not a friend, but not a stranger either– sort of the best of both– not random and not serious.

When his text came I was definitively in the mood to be a slut, a cock hungry little slut– perfect timing. Soon enough he was waiting outside. Jumping in his car, we exchange bullshit small talk, but that is not I was there for.

I know a spot, secluded, no one will see us and if they do they would only see you– because my head will be lost in your lap.

Being such a hungry little slut I waste no time filling my mouth with all of you, no slow blow job, I just need that cock today and the sweet reward I would create at the end. It doesn’t take long before my mouth is around your the tip, licking up the length then bobbing up and down.

My body somehow magically contorted to fit the space of your front seat. One of your hands on my ass the other on my mess of curls locked in rhythm with the slide of my mouth along the length of your sweet stick. You are more aggressive this time– you want me to choke on your cock, don’t you? Such a delicious curve to choke on.

I don’t know why, because I am not a huge fan of balls in my mouth (it is more part of skill set for me), but today I have that urge, I just wanted my whole mouth filled with every bit of your cock. With your balls filling my mouth my hand pumping your shaft, it made me want to fuck, my pussy wanting cock too, but this was strictly a slutty dirty in car blow job.

Sloppy sounds of my mouth around your cock fill the car, I hear myself moan a few moans of agreement,  and my ass is sort of bouncing in want. Your hand more rambunctiously sliding my head up and down.

“I’m gonna cum.”

Such sweet talking words. Yeah, cum for me. A few more slide around you cock and you fill my mouth. This time, I swallow every bit, draining you. I keep my mouth around your cock after you have cum, feeling the twitches and throbs that emanate from your once raging cock.

I was sitting outside looking up at the six floors of library space, the big windows facing out onto our Civic Center area. In the windows were patrons and students studying or daydreaming as they gaze to the street below filled with people, cars, tourist, drug dealers, homeless, the lonely…

As I sat there I thought about the times I have worshiped sweet cocks in parked cars all in the middle of this. I love this and it’s been way too long sense I have gotten myself in to such delicious misbehavior. I like parked car action, public action, outdoor action and not like a fetish, but playful. It is just so fun when works out and happens that I get to be on my knees in the park, at the sculpture garden, or on the 4th floor in the 779.2 section. I love that thrill, all those people walking by, some seeing you, maybe lingering to watch, some seeing and hit with a tinge of embarrassment for me – but knowing they want some too. Of  course I love having men in my library, inviting men to meet me here, taking them to my secluded spots.

One of those men I even fell in love with, I will never ever forget how his cock felt next to my cheek, still covered by the fabric of his pants, I could smell him, feel the heat radiating form the heaviness in his dick, feeling him grow, his hand pulling my head in closer,   my knees on the hard library floor soon to absorb the pattern of that industrial carpet. That was the first day I met him, and I knew the instant his cock came close to me, that this man was going to mean something to me, but I digress.

I like alleyways too, especially in SF. The fog the rain, the steaming up of the windows, the abstract geometry it takes to fuck in the cab of stick shift pick-up truck– so fun! It’s time– I need me some sweet thick branch to suck, lick and kiss in the car, at the bar, behind the stacks, in front of the window glass.

I guess what I am trying to say is it’s really time for me to get some cock, sweet thick cock. The kind with the thrill of mid-day traffic, the kind filled with that sense of nervous energy that someone might see your hardness slipping out from your zipper and into my mouth.

We always let each other be who we were, or at least who we thought we were at that time, what is a shame is neither of us could admit to who we were, or wanted to be, we were still hiding crucial parts of who we were. He still let me be who as I was, scream, cry, act like raging crazy, throw a fit if I needed to throw a fit, fuck when I wanted to fuck. He accepted my truly horrible destructive sides–along with my sweet, creative, loving sides. But, when you are still in hiding, from yourself, it just isn’t enough.

There were times when I really felt married, when we were really two people in love. Those simple times when the mundane tasks are what made us happy, made us a couple. The grocery store, riding MUNI together before work, walking around the city on Sunday morning, and the laundry. These daily tasks, I still think about with a certain amount of simple pleasure. We lived right downtown, our laundry mat was right across the street from our apartment. He would help me carry all the laundry over and I would get it started, then he would come back an join me during the dryer period, we would talk, read, share a beer, people watch, and flirt, play house, play husband and wife. Then we would fold together.

For being right downtown San Francisco our laundry mat would be surprisingly barren at times. It would often just be the two of in there for hours, just sitting there watching the neighborhood roll by the big glass window. We were always a playful sort of couple, did not ever inhibit ourselves in public, either when fighting or having a good time. One dusky Sunday evening he came in, I was standing between the two rows of dryers–the only one in there, waiting on ours to finish, reading. We chatted, drank our beer, hung on each other. Between the two rows of machines, the view of our bodies were cut in half from the outside vantage point. As we nursed the beer, I stood in front of him, my ass to his dick and began to slow grind onto him, performing my version of a standing stripper dance, getting him sufficiently worked up, which was always easy. His thick cock would always answer my call.

Once straining against his jeans, visibly unable to contain himself any longer, I lowered my self toward his throb. I was gone from view; he looked alone in the laundry mat. I unbuckled the belt, undid the pants and got his nice big hard dick out, and began to work my lips all around it, with the smell of soap, bleach and cock filling my scent. I liked to slobber all over him and get him so super slippery. He was the kind of many whom like solid blow job, rough, with strong suction, I always obliged.

His knees began to fold a bit, I sensed he was wanting to cum. I gripped my hand around the base of his cock, cupping his balls, looked up and declared “No cumming for you!” My pussy was thumping by no and I wanted that fat cock in me regardless who might see. I yanked my own jeans down past my hips, down to my thighs and bent over one of the dryers, he wasted no time plunging deep into me. Whew….nothing like husband and wife fuck, no condom, no inhibition, no hesitation, it hurt every time he would first stab into me, that pain in pleasure hurt, as my wetness devoured every bit of him. He thrust further, I grabbed on the dryer accepting his cock, my ass up against his drive. When he was about to cum, he grabbed onto my shoulders and wrenched me even further into him, melding us, then shot into me, I clinched hard around his hard dick, making myself cum all over him, as our body spasm met. Such a good married fuck. As he pulled out I could feel our cum dripping down my thighs, I could smell it mixing with the scent of clean laundry.

Laundry was originally published June, 2009.

Today I was writing a piece about porn and the sharing of porn with those you play with and love and realized I had never posted one of my favorites from wayback on the blogspot days. So– from February 18, 2009 a prelude to sharing porn.

The sweet and low down dirty dirties

We exit out the side door of the theater into the dark alleyway. It is one of those alleys’s that has a locked gate to prevent public foot traffic from entering. It’s surprisingly clean, for an alley; you can tell the employees of the film house and of the adjoining restaurants take their breaks back there.

Two hours of Japanese campy soft core porn, with our hands all over each other, had turned us into two, very hot messes. We seem to be at animal state, just ready to fuck and blur everything else into non-existence.

He is East Coast and blunt, using terms like “sweetie, honey and sexy bitch” with that rough East Cost inflection and it sounds hot. He reminds me of a great white shark, capable of counter-shading his real personality behind some Cali vans, rolled up jeans and an adorable smile. He reduced the ease of detection and I was unable to tell he was a predator. Behind this camouflage lay a beast.

His cock is fat and sizable in all ways. When I slid my hand across it in during the film, my cunt instantly melted, clinched and soaked. My thighs stayed spread for the entire double feature, with the East Coast shark’s coat laid over my lap, his hands and mine, all over my thighs and pussy. I did my fair share of feeling on his cock, my hand barley leaving his lap or that growing package. Removing it only periodically to feel myself, to feel how wet I was, and to suck on his fingers after they had been exploring my soak. Forty minutes into the double feature I was hungry.

The cold, wet air hit us and his hands are already hiking my cute little skirt up. I resist at first.

“NO WAY! We are in an alley,”

but sharks are persuasive. We walk further back and he locates a spot between two buildings that is obviously cleaned and maintained well, for an alley. We have to step up on a side wall to get to it. As graciously as an East Coast Shark can be, he spots a folding chair, pops it open and helps me onto the sidewall and then follows…we disappear between the two buildings.

We feel each other out and up. He bends me over, gathers my skirt around my waist, yanks my panties aside and firmly pinches my lips together, not viciously or rough, but good and hard, then releases and rubs and pats the full plumpness that they have become. His fingers have no trouble sliding into me, as I am dripping girl gloss. My hands search him out. When I do meet his throbbing cock, I almost feel like shouting to the Gods; thank you! thank you!, bells and whistles, jackpot noises, angels singing the whole bit. I cannot resist a taste, I turn, squat and slide the tip in. His cock proceeds to split my lips wide, as saliva coats his shaft. The public porno continues as I work to devour the shark.

Pulling me up and turning me back around, again fully rubbing my twat with fingers and palm. Then with one solid smack to the ass, that scrumptious dick slides into me and I am being fucked naughty, dirty, and just down right nasty in between two building in an alleyway. I am plummeted, plunged, fucking taken. My ass meeting each thrust like the vixen slut I am.

Whenever I find myself fooling around in a car I create false memories of a time when I was the age one should have been fooling around in cars. Those years were lost on me sexually, but I believe my San Francisco years in cars, trucks, and boats have long since made up for my lack of sexual prowess in my youth.

Sitting in the car, under the lights of a Chinatown restaurant he tells me–with a mix of command and request–

“Pull your skirt up, I need to see your pussy.”

My skirt is very tight, hard to pull up over my ass, but I get it, exposing my bald puffy lips covered by a sheer turquoise fine netting of fabric. He is mesmerized there for a moment as he gazes at mine. My cunt had grown fat–full of the blood and excitement from the male energy of our date. He tries to move the fabric to the side, but somehow as I pulled my skirt up it locked my panties into place. Raising my ass off the seat and my pussy closer to his face I grab the hem on the leg of the panties yanking them to the side exposing my pussy for him and anyone taking notice to see. Without feeling him, just from the look on his face, the air in the car, his heavy exhale– I knew his cock was getting hard for me.

My ass still raised up off the seat, you lean in close to the juncture between my legs and take a big inhale. The move makes me so wet.

“Put your seat belt on.”

We take off down the street heading back toward the library. The whole ride your fingers explore my pages, finding my tiny little nub of clit, making me slick, make me want to come. Leaning back in the car, I enjoy the ride back greatly.

Pulling into a parking space, not even necessarily a secluded space–almost a well lit space. I think he wanted to see my pussy, to see my face as he touched me, as I touched myself. Spreading my legs wider to accommodate your fingers, my fleshy meat parting, your fingers fucking me as your thumb works my clit. You attempt to lean into me, but from this position, it is impossible. Once again the yoga pays off, placing one foot behind your seat and the other foot on my seat I hoist my ass/pussy toward your face, with a shift of your body you are devouring me. I get the sense it has been some time since your face was last buried in pussy. The sound, the way you inhaled me, made your hunger apparent. It made me drift into thoughts of getting you in a position where you could truly eat me.

There comes a point when I have to come, there is no turning back.

“Do you want to watch me come, do you want to feel me come around your fingers?”

With a minor fall and major lift–your fingers deep inside me, I am working my own clit. Many times bringing them to your mouth for a taste, to your nose for a smell. I writhe, my face does that contortioning, and I come–not strong, but solid, grasping around your fingers, pulling more of you in.

Coming out of my sex lost haze I notice the windows are steamed up, the street lights in the formation of twinkling blurred stars and I laugh in joy, the after come laugh.

Your turn.

My mouth drops around you solidness, I like how hard you get and how firmly I can grab your cock. My mouth works the head, my tongue tasting your pre-fluid from your slit. I get a bit self conscious with my ass in the air and my face in your lap when you say the symphony has just let out and I see people drifting by the car. I hesitate with continuing our antics, I pull my skirt back down over my ass and hover over your cock.

“Do you want to taste my come?”

“Yes.”

My mouth drops open and my tongue pops out. I become the come hungry slut I can be, plus I like watching you stroke, it helps me learn. The way you treat your own cock tells me a lot.

“Here it comes.”

My lips wrap around the tip of your cock as your come fills my mouth. I can feel your cock twitch in your hand and between my lips.

You taste good.

The flavor of salty brine lingers on my tongue, leaving me wanting more.

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Driving over the Bay Bridge I could hear the phone beeping, I glanced briefly at the incoming email while maneuvering through traffic. It was my NYC man, I could see he was sending me porn links.  I knew he was home in his lovely office chair stroking his cock, hoping to tempt me and join him in the pixelated cube that is our love life.

Of course at my current position, spanning the bridge, I certainly could not do that, so I opt for the old fashioned way, I hooked up the blue tooth and gave him a call. In a tease of voice I ask–
“are you there watching porn stroking your cock–you dirty mid day cock lover?”
The sound of his voice–the crackling, the heavyness of his breath I could tell he was already deeply into what he was doing, he was close to coming.
I began talking him back down a bit, so I could tease and prolong our fun. When I heard the sexuality in his voice, the thoughts of his cock hard in his hand made me insistent on wanting to hear him cum.

My pussy was vibrating from the hum of the VeeDub, sticking my hand down the front of my pants I told him how creamy wet my pussy was. I was surprised by just how wet I had become.

“I want you to cum for me, I wanna to hear you cum.”

I pulled my mini out my pocket vibe from the doors side pocket, turned it up high and shoved it between my lips. It made me wet panties a bit more. By the time I was to get to my appointment, I was sure to have a sizable wet spot.

“Are you stroking that cock for me, my needy cunt needs some of that cock bad.”

I tried to think of filthy things to say because phone sex can be such a disconnect.

“My pussy is fucking wet, I am gonna get in car accident. Can I get a ticket for this?”

You are moaning and breath heavy in my ear—makes my body sink into the car seat.

“Send me a picture of your hard rock. Fuck me, I need to pull over.”

My exit is close, when I am off the freeway, I quickly pull into a metered space just off of Telegraph Ave., it is populated, yet semi secluded at the same time.

My pussy is tingling, I wet a little more around the vibe and my finger. It could have been the driving the vibrations, jostling my insides, putting me in that I am probably going soak when I come state. I can feel my pussy clutching up, trying to clamp herself around my fingers. Such a needy fuck kitty.

My head spinning, I feel that familiar float, I’m so high.

“Cum for me, cum on my tits, in my mouth, cum cum for me just cum all over me.”

You growl and I can almost see  you, I twitch and hold my come back from the serious soaking release I wanted to have, and Instead I have a tight tight controlled pussy orgasm. My muscles twitch and jerk and the core of cunt twists and pulls and wants so much more.

Our combined jovial laughter follows, filling my little wagon. I love your laugh.

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My weekend was certainly suitable of a wild wild west adventure. One of my closest friends and her fantastic husband never cease to show me a good time whenever I am in town and they are extremely tolerant of my wily ways.

The three of us ended up on a mini road trip  to the truly wild Wyoming. Colorado and Wyoming have a definitive culture that crosses state lines. There is a freedom and purity that is not sullied by living in a city such as San Francisco-there is an element of bullshit that disappears here. The people are giving, real and love to party. And, lucky for me the ratio of single men to single women is about 10:1.

I was sort of a welcomed party crasher. Our first stop, a check mark of the rock-n-roll to-do list, KISS on opening night of one of the largest state fairs. Next on to a rock-n-roll mountain hippie wedding and party, and of course all of this included much drink and smoke. Colorado recently allowed medical marijuana bills to pass, they call Denver, Demsterdam. There is more weed dispensaries than starbucks. To say the least I stayed in a cloud float mode for the entire weekend.

The wedding was held in a beautiful outside chapel overlooking the edge of the earth–the sky vast, the clouds in patterns of dreams and the air full of deep summer–those elements alone made me want to cry. Then the wedding started and of course I really wanted to cry, I cant help it–I love love, I love to see people express and join in a unity–all in the company of their friends, family and random wedding crashers.

The reception was held at a secluded private campground, the entire area ours for the remainder of the weekend. The sun went down, little lights began to twinkle and shine, a bonfire lit up and warmed, and music filled the night air. Someone actually brought a organ and a generator to run it with–like I said rock-n-roll mountain hippie wedding. The beer flowed like a river, the weed pipe stayed lit and love was in the air.

I, being one of two of the only single women at the party was quickly targeted, I was introduced as the single one. It was great, I flirted all night long, I teased, I smiled, and I listened to the 9 single men at the party. We all wanted the same thing, love and a nice fuck romp.

With over half the party having stumbled off to their tents, the remainder of the party turned into a spontaneous bout of music. The organ played, there was an accordion player, drums, banjos, guitars–and the rest of us played what ever we could get our hands on. The valley was alive with noise. I was high on all sorts of things, then I was horny,seized by my pussy, I needed a cock, I needed someone to love for the night, for the moment. Slut.  As we played our chosen instruments my pussy cozied up to the young organ player, and introduced her self properly. Soon we were dancing, soon my ass cheeks felt his cock growing, soon my hands felt his cock, soon we danced our way out of the party.

We walked and we played, fucking and laughing, feeling his dick get solid in my hands as we walked to his truck. At one point I bent in half my fingers digging into the rich earth as his explored and opened my pussy up. I said filthy drunk things to him as we stumbled along.

Once in the truck I lost myself and became all about fucking. I took a big drink of water and did what I do best–dropped my lips and mouth to his cock. I kissed, licked and sucked getting him nice and hard, getting him ready for my pussy. When the time came I climbed him- my pussy was crazy, I was the one doing the fucking. Surprisingly the cab of the truck seemed to have enough space for me grind all over his cock and to lay back with his cock still filling me, allowing him to work my pussy with his rough Wyoming hands.

The nights libations made this a sloppy fuck. I recall I kept saying I was too tipsy to continue, then I would take a break with his dick still inside me, then fuck some more. You finger fucked me often, I like that, I could hear my pussy being fucked, I could hear my liquid forming around your fingers. Alternating between fingers and cock, we fucked for a few hours. With one foot on the back of the seat by your head and the other bent behind me I was able to bring my cunt completely into your cock with each trust. I came while bucking on your cock and tweaking my own clit. We continued to move all about the truck cab, fucking and finger fucking and filling my mouth with cock, eventually I fell asleep on top of you with your cock still filling me.

and few last tid bits about wyoming…
this is one of their library logos and this their tag line.

Fleeing the gawking, aroused and shocked stares of those who had just saw me getting fisted from across the pond to the sinews of Andy Goldsworthy’s wall, we ran like children who just heard the words “ready of not here I come,” we had to hide and quick.

I felt innocent and wild, like he was the first boy to ever get a feel of my pussy, even though in actuality it was his whole hand that was filling me up.

From the bench we tried to stroll like we were only appreciating the art, the show was over, then we ran. Andy Goldsworthy took refuge on us. Behind the carefully placed stone by stone wall we hid–we laughed–astounded at our own blatant behavior. We kissed, our lust fueled again. The smell of earth and stone and my cunt were everywhere. I needed cock.

The wet panties had to go.

Slipping them off shoving them into my tiny hand bag, I hike my soft skirt up–bend in half and show you my ass, from behind I run my fingers into the swell between my thighs. Turning toward you, lowering to my knees I begin the undo, the the belt the buttons, give me that cock already.

The head of your cock pops out from the hole of your polka dot boxers– the thickness fills my hands and then my mouth. I suck with earnest–I am that woman who wants to make your cock hard as possible just so you will fuck me with it. I am not sucking for you, but for me. To make your cock mine, to make it where I need to it be– so I can truly feel it when you plunge into my cunt. The fisting, that verge of orgasm has me focused on one mission–to feel you fill me up.

Sloppily I get you slicked up, my knees into the earth, the sticks, pebbles and dirt sticking to my knees–the lack of comfort  is no deterrence for my want of your thickness. Your ready, and I was ready when we were back on that bench.

Again, in half I bend, my hands steadied by Mr. Goldswothy’s sound construction and the soil below me.  Your hands grab my ass plowing your root into me, the rhythm and the cadence grow, my pussy tightens and locks onto you. We have no choice but to slow down, my cunt has locked us together. Deeper is the only answer.

Fuck me growls out of my mouth.
“Fuck me.”
“Fuck me.”
My cunt forces you out of me, she does that sometime, I turn back around your dick dangling hard in front of me –irritated, coated in a mucus cream from inside of me, anxious and dripping from its tip. To my knees I fall and mount your branch with my mouth. When I look up the sunlight from the trees glistens and filters and glints through the the green lenses of my sunglasses, looking at you from below you too appear to be lost in the sunlight.

A jerk from deep inside you cues me, I give a nice slow flat tongue lick along the back side of your cock–from balls to tip, swallow you down, hold you there. Backing out of my mouth willingly and unwillingly–you stroke while I watch, it only takes few measured pumps in your hand until silver clear strands fill the air, landing on my waiting tongue, and hair and fingers. Looking up at you I smile show you the cum on my finger on tongue then drink you down.

I love the way you cum.

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.