It’s possible I am scared, numbed, and a bit stuck– in this search for love and cock.

I honestly still seem to be processing life’s recent events, even though they are not exactly recent any longer. I don’t feel as though I properly processed the death of my friend, because I don’t have the right person in my life to let me process the sadness that has come with his death. Alone and with friends I’ve cried– but not with a lover. There is a different sort of letting go that can occur between cock and cunt who are both there for each other.

That full release from an orgasm induced by being filled with tongue, fingers and cock of man I love enough to let go with. A solid true cum — the kind where my cunt is puffed and dripping– and my little clit becomes not so little anymore, when everything throbs electric– and I and my thoughts are no longer– and we become- the we. It is in these moments when I can let it all go, allow my pussy to flow and melt on your fist or your face, which ever happens to be there.

This doesn’t have to be the one true love, but just one I can love then and there and who will love me back. The understanding and empathy between two people who will let all of the rest of life wash away– if only for those moments.

These moments of love and cock refuge in life always remind me of the poem by Charles Mingus–

Nice Of You To Have Come To My Funeral.
…
Oh damn it all blues.
Screwed to the melting frozen walk of dared-to-embrace stone,
concrete hard, imagined soft
only to overdue erections of loneliness
that turned feminine and speaks back wet, warm tears,
not to far removed from its common denominator,
Iced urine melting at dared hot death
That clings to life for love at thought of some response
Be it only the clay, dirt or pavement I behold in my
drunken, fevered search for a true woman’s groin,
Wanting me as I want her to never hate me
because we found refuge of satisfaction as two drunken stones
warmed themselves side by side
In outside our guttered ideas of opposite sides fucking.

The past seasons of loss– that spring love that walked out the door, summers death and the winters hibernation has got to come to an end. It is time for some travel! You know how much I like to travel and fuck. Vacation sex is freeing– I can let go with ease, it’s comforting and provides the allotted time that this pussy is in need of. It means my kitty is about to get licked every day for many hours and that makes me very happy. Lickety lick lick lick it all away,please… and I too will do the same.

Philadelphia and certain Mr. Fox lay in wait for this Vixen– for love and cock, if only for a moment.

I met a boy, a man. I want him to devour every last bit of me, his fingers and mouth to learn, understand and know from the core of this cunt that is me. Inside to out, until I am gone left in a puddle of my own tears and cum.

Now, if only you would just pull that toy out and lick me clean, damn it.

This weeks goal find me a pussy worshiper to spend some time between my strong thighs.

Leaning back in the office chair my thighs spread open wide accommodating to your body as you kneel between me. It almost feels like you are examining my anatomy the way your fingers and tongue explore. Your licks cause me to swell, making my clit sharp, pronounced and electric. From this position–almost hovering over your face, your fingers working from gentle to a cadenced bang is a sure way to make me pour all down your hand and face.

“I want to make you cum.”

Music to a woman’s ear.

“Do you want to watch something?”

Because it was not really planned or part of our play and I was certainly ready for you to make me cum I did not want surf around to find something that would work to get both of us off–so I went for one of my old stand-bys, one that never fails to make me cum with sweet agony, force and quite often a flood.

The screen glows, you drop between my thighs, I watch you lick and fuck me with everything but your cock. In and out I drift from flicker of solid cock hitting juicy soaking pussy to tilting  my head back into my own lost pleasures. The sounds of fucking and ambient groove drone fill the room. You bring me to these peaks, then back down, your tongue relaxing and ecstatic simultaneously.

When you look up at me to joke about how my clit is a “grower not a shower” your face glistens covered in me, wet and dripping from your lips.

“Kiss me.”

I reach out, bringing your face to mine, for a taste of me.

Back down you go. I drift and the porn becomes noise, and only and momentary images filter in through my sexed out slits of eyes.

“Cum on me.”

Yes, you have figured out, how mentioning cumming drives me closer and closer to that point. My ass begins to rock into your hand, filling your mouth. I know if I watch the screen long enough I will see our young starlet spray all over that huge rock hard cock of  a co-star.

As your face gets lost, I watch, and mutter words of cumming.

“oahh I’m gonna cum, gonna cum.”

Reassuring myself that I will cum and some sort of attempt to give you some warning of what is about to happen from within me. Harder you fingers hit, two deep inside pushing that spot, while you fist hits the fat flesh of pussy meat I have become and your mouth and tongue continue devotional devouring. Fuck Yeah... for that moment I am the happiest, lost in my cunt and in this man. The porn is gone, everything is fuzzy except the two of us–clear, focused, my cunt on fire and thumping.

“I’m gonna cum.”

Lifting your face a bit, you hand pounds harder into me and I meet each with a thrust of my own, and cum hard onto you. Because your hand and fingers are filling me I cum in slow driving river down your arm, grinding as much of your into me I can get. That moment is when I feel like you could just about shove your whole fist and arm into me and I would happily fuck it, all of it. But as soon as I come down from the heavens of my soaking cum, my pussy becomes ultra sensitive.

“Slow, slow,”

I mange to moan out.

I am a spent, wet mess of a girl, the towel under my ass, the floor, your hands, arm, face nicely covered in me.

In my sweetest post cum, I promise to be a good kitty voice…

“will you lick me some more”

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.

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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I have mentioned many times how I’m personally opposed to assuming one sexual role in a relationship–that I enjoy many levels of sexuality, role play, and role reversals. One particular sex fixation will not get me off each and every time. It would take some serious breaking for a man to make me a completely submissive woman. It is just not in me.

Nor could I be with a completely submissive man.

However; I do have a penchant for taking a man down and making him mine. In the past I have sought out submissive men to have my way with, a girl dosnt doesn’t have to seek too far. But these men only, and always want a woman to take them and use them. That is not what I am into.

There is an aggravation equation when it comes to dealing with men that can easily be solved with a bit of the ol’ take down.

As much as I enjoyed NYC–he talks too much, he gets too eager, he has and keeps a constant hard on that follows women around with like a dowsing wand. So what’s a girl to do?

Take down.

Wearing an adorable pair of ruffle burlesque panties, my glasses and a smile–I  placed him in a very compromising position. He’s a good sport. I locked his hands together tightly with a belt over his head.

“No touching. You touch your cock too much as it is,” I bitched.

His cock and his balls– I then wired to the electricity producing machine. From the moment I attached the sticky pads to his cock I felt this power wash over me–this feeling of control–this command of my own pussy. Girl takes boy.

Slowly I turn the knob–watching him twist and squirm I get a demented feeling of fun and I am sure and delightfully evil glint to my eyes and of course an even bigger vixen smile. I tease as I turn the dial–telling him where I usually like it set. I get to my number and pass it. Apparently his cock is not as sensitive as my pussy–I get to where he can feel it–his thighs jump and his cock twitches–then I turn it up a little more.

NYC strains to look at his wired up cock.

“What are you look at? No peeking.”

Blindfold time.

Something about a blindfold on the man is liberating to me–especially when the man is tied to my bed and not going anywhere. I am free to do as I please. I become another woman, a different fraction of me. I turn the dial a little higher–he moans and jerks around. He starts mumbling about  something.

“are you talking? –shut up.”

There is only one sure way to shut a man up. Straddling his face I lower my ruffled black panties over his mouth. That should do it.

We are in a nice 69 position, so I can monitor his wired up cock. I give him a little suck and stroke now and then. The electricity has him excited, but his cock goes in waves of hard to soft in correlation to the current running through it. I decide a finger might be nice for him. I rise up and sitting on his face more as I wet my finger in my own mouth prepping it to shove in your ass. I pull the  wet lace soaked patch aside so your can lick and eat directly on my pussy, gliding over your face and tongue like it’s your cock. Leaning up and over and I shove my finger deep in, hitting your gland–feeling it, massaging deep inside, your cock bouncing in front of my face–I give another little suck as I fuck your ass, then a round of electricity runs through you again and you moan.

I pull my finger out at the same moment the electricity is on a down wave. You may have actually whimpered, but I didn’t really care I continued to ride your face. I sort of cannot stand when I have had my finger in ass, I don’t mind doing it and surely love when someone does it to me, but I cannot fully relax again until I have  washed my hands. So I get off you to do so, allowing you take a little break, but before leaving the bed I remove my burlesque panties and shove them deep in you mouth. No talking. I wash. I pee.

Upon return I plug the Hitachi in– mostly for me, but I give you a little too. It makes your cock jump. It makes your ass rumble, it makes you moan.

“No moaning.”

Yanking the panties out of you mouth I get back on your face and go for a nice long ride. You become a mouth to fuck and very little else. I am gone. I am wanting to come now. I don’t care if  you ever come. I want come. Your tongue fucks me, flickers my ass, fucks my ass, I sit on your face, I command you how to lick me properly, telling you how to fuck me with your tongue.

You are such a good sport.

My thighs straddled across your face, I watch as your cock does an electric dance. Bringing the Hitachi to my already wet wet pussy, I hit it. Low–Oh god damn it feel so fucking good, god damn.
I can feel the liquid dripping down my thighs. The Hitachi is a super soaker to me. Quickly I click it off and you lick up what has dripped out, your tongue hot on my cunt. I am ready to cum.

I hit it again this time on high, my pussy lips hovering, your tongue lapping at me, the wand reverberating at my clit, but hitting my core. I could no longer hold back, I push the wand harder into me and let loose, let it all go. More than a gush, a soak, a river of girl cum floods your face, destroys the sheets and my favorite pillow bellow you. And I keep coming and writhing onto of you. My body is full of it’s own electricity–jerking and twitching about.

Keeping my pussy on your face I remove the electrode pads from your cock. I turn and straddle your face the other way balancing my shaky post cum body on the wall.

“Stroke yourself, cum on me.”

I cannot see you, but I feel the familiar motion of cock being jacked, you eat me while you stroke and it doesn’t take long before your tongue has brought me to a mild post orgasm–orgasm. I am flush as I drift over you mouth–trying to catch my breath and my senses–I feel your body tense and then I feel your heat splash my back.

We collapse–and the roles become neutral again.

When we regain–I then take the submissive role back and prepare us a snack.

My pussy really is a cleaver contraption. She rules the party, opens and blooms when she wants–and how she wants. It’s often different every time. My pussy has the ability to get really wet and stay that way–or she can just close up and lock your cock right out. Sometimes even lock right on your cock. Clamping down tight, until you have no choice but to get out– if you can that is.

The pussy really is a complex flower. I refrain from calling it delicate- perhaps some women do have a delicate flower-but my flower can withstand a good solid pound if you bring to the right place before hand. My pussy can make you very happy man if you put the time into understanding what maker her so clever.
NYC is good at understanding my pussy. When we fucked in NY there was a wild frenzy of sex, which I connect to us meeting for the first time–my pussy was ready at any moments notice. I was extra horny–not a lot of coaxing was needed.

This time with NYC there was more familiarity–a familiarity that equated into his  further understanding of my body. Although,it could just be my bossy ways.

I directed, dictated how I wanted him to coax the lips of my pussy.
“I want you to make my pussy puffy.
Kiss my cunt like it’s my mouth.”
I  like it when a man takes his time, I understand how your cock is zealous for the cunt, but it is so simple to just slow it all down. If you take me slow, follow my cue and leads–I am sure to coat your cock in all the liquid gloss I have.

Kiss and rub my full lips with your palm, slip the tip of your tongue in between my folds-begin to split me.
“slow down, slow down, slow down.”
The fucking cock can be so damn eager.
I get so wet with just a small slip of your finger- slick, needy–truly wanton of more. More…tongue, fingers, mouth, and of course that thick cock.

The slower you go– the longer I fuck. The slower we start, the more my pussy opens and the wetter I will get. I do not even want to feel your cock on my lips until I feel drops of me dripping from my cunt in between my ass cheeks–into my ass hole and onto the sheets below. Take a step back and the more your cock will strain and drip to get into this pussy.

Let’s take it slow before we take it fast.