I have finally finished editing the shots from my glorious lost weekend, now I am ready to line up some more shoots!!
Hope you enjoy them, I know I certainly enjoyed taking them.

I got off watching her have one cock in her mouth and one in her hand.

My last partner liked to talk during sex, so there were two choices– sit on his face (always one of my favorite choices) or make him tell me elaborate stories of how he would like me to get fucked.  Sometimes it was by multiple men. It started out as just two and him watching and being in charge of the situation. He would whisper in my ear sweet filth, telling me how much I enjoyed having two cocks, because I am such a cock hungry slut.

“Two cock aren’t even enough for you are they? You are such slut.”

Grinding down on to your hand your fingers filling me up, you tell me in detail about the men surrounding me, my hands grasping and stroking the girth of hard rock cock, my mouth sucking and my cunt wet with anticipation of getting fucked and filled by different men.

One of his story got into a library patron gang bang scenario. It was strange– while I don’t have any desire to be gang banged and certainly not by the general population that utilizes the public library— it totally made me buck onto his hand. The closer I came to orgasm his words filled my room, they seemed to swirl like funnel into my ear edging me closer and closer to climax.

Soon I was on all fours on top of the reference desk being fucked, one cock in my mouth and another slow fucking my wet hole. His cock sliding in and out, pulling and stretching my lips–all while a group of sweaty aroused patrons looked on, pulling at their own swelling cocks, throbbing between their fingers. The normally loud room is remarkably silent except the noises of fucking, and grunts and moans from the patrons who watch on. I get greedy for all that dick, as I look out between my fuck slit eyes watching this mass of bodies watching me, my ass begins to bounce harder on the cock that is fucking me.

“You really are a dirty little slut, all this cock all over you.”

Cut to yesterday, I was watching that slut Stoya with two cocks, I drifted into having my own two cocks, waving in front of my face. When my head fell back into my own dream, Stoya all but disappeared and I got lost into my own mind porn. I thought about two cocks. I thought about two hard cocks- in each hand not know which one to suck on first.  I came hard, with my fingers filling deep inside me and my other hand rubbing my full lips, wet sloshing sounds–my own lonely symphony.

I have been with two men only a few times, I think for me it works better in my mind than in reality. In my mind I am a dirty filthy slut whore who fucks and sucks dicks in a row, in reality I am a sweet slightly cynical slut who sucks one cock while dreaming of sucking three.

Lost is the only way I can describe the way sucking your cock makes me feel. Someone once told me what I do is not a blow job, that I give head–deep, solid cock slut head. I was unaware there was a difference.

It is all about reaction, mine, yours, our bodies. My mouth wrapping around flesh, licking and flicking my tongue trying to understand what really drives your cock. My wild un-tameable hair becomes entwined in my mouth and wet strands stick to your cock from all the slobber and precum.

You want more, you want to have the feeling you are making me suck your cock, I want that feeling too. You could make me. Grabbing a hold of masses of hair from each side of my head, making pony tails with your fist you begin to guide, thrust and drive my face around your branch. Because we have only done this a handful of times now, I sense some reserve. Your hands are not truly wrapped in my hair like they should be. There is some fear, some mix of respect for me as the woman diluting with me the lust filled cock sucker. A dangerous elixir–one I haven’t even learned how to mix properly all of the time. The separations of self mixing with others. The cock sucker, lover of dick, protector of books, informational social worker, mother, child and slut—how does it all mix when I have your cock in my mouth?

“You better wrap your hands around one more time.”

That does the trick–the cocktail is perfect. Your hands tangled tight, you are driving now, I can feel it take over your body and mine responds well to that power shift. My hungry slut word hole is being filled with you. My pussy begins to thump. By my hair you pull me up and down on your shaft–with each fill I want to fuck you, my desire to ride the cock begins to exceed my desire to suck the cock. My pussy is that slicked vast black hole of fuck neediness.

Pulling me up, I waste no time filling you with me. I ride, my cunt is wet, a river flows. When I get this wet I am not even sure you can feel anything, but I am lost anyway, so it doesn’t really matter, I grind and use your cock the way I want. Your words continue the flow from your mouth to my cunt.

“You need a cock in you mouth too, don’t you? such slut, there is never enough cock for you.”

The image of another hard dick standing next to me appears–his meat in my face as I fuck you. The flickering mental porn scene makes me indeed want more, I grind and bounce on you harder. Now three cocks are in my bedroom, yours I ride and two for sucking. Separation has happened, in this obscured moment I am your cock slut.

While NYC was here we could have engaged in a threesome with another woman. But– I did not find myself attracted to the other woman. Physically she was great, in great shape–better than me–but her personality through me off. She was a strong pushy type–which is fine in a friend, but as another woman in bed–it was just not going to work for me.

Actually all threesomes I have engaged in (which is not all too many) with two women have been with one of my close friends and then together we find the cock to play with.

I can deal with a dominate cock, but a dominate pussy–I don’t think so. I am not sure I could submit to another woman, particularly in a MFF threesome. A nice smooth, curvaceous, soft, quite, shy submissive girl would be nice though– more of my equal.

Threesomes with two men have been easier to come by than with another woman. For me there is a jealousy factor I contend with—something I am always contending with in one form or another.  I am such a jealous woman it is ridiculous. I wonder if is indicative of a woman’s personality–to be jealous? I am even jealous of my male friends mates. I am pretty open about my jealousy trait–because it is really just a ridiculous side of me and I laugh at it myself, but it is truly there.

It would be hard for me to watch my lover kissing and licking another woman’s pussy while I watch or join. Not that I would not let it go and enjoy myself, but the thread of jealousy would still be there. Two cocks just seem easier to me, but not all men are into the idea of two men and me. Me me me me want two cocks!

Would my lover be jealous? Do men get as jealous as women?

I think about monogamy and am quite sure it is not all too possible. If I were to engage in a committed relationship the concepts of polyamory would have to be discussed at the onset and throughout a relationship. How would my jealousy play into this factor?

Is it all just a matter of me being a greedy yet jealous girl–I want your cock and the option to have his too? How will I behave when you want another pussy?

Maybe the solution is to play with another couple. Hmmm? I like the ideas of that. I am sure jealousy would fly about the room, but that it would charge the sexuality rather than hinder it.

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I am guilty of sleeping with my crackberry so when I wake up the first time I check it, then whoever has emailed me usually turns up in my cast of characters for that back to sleep morning lucid dream.

Set in some massive mountain resort, maze like structure, architecturally and landscape wise. All if us at some sort of arts, visual, music, film festival, a place where you go and time has absolutely no relevance. To top that all off loads of elation– creatively, chemically, organically and sexually where there to be had. Time had flown out the fucking window.

You were there, and so were you.

And I slid on your dick with ease, I stayed wet and high. You fucked every inch of me, I loved every part of you. Then you joined us and you tasted so sweet, dripping in summer time, your pussy smelled like the freshest ocean. Wet–we were all so fucking wet. There is no care of any other notions, other than the three of us rollin’ around in our own sweat and juice.

Tasting your neck working down to your crown, arching to greet my lips and your your tip–the slit is crying pre-cum that I wipe away with my tongue. Your solid hands wrapping into my hair. You stand there watching mesmerized, your hands sinking between your folds, your pussy so wet we can see it, hear it. As I worship your cock we watch you watching us, as you fuck your self. I suck your cock like it was fucking me and her at the same time.

Standing there with your legs parted–hunching over in pleasure, but your eyes still glued to my lips dropping and dripping around your hardness. Your eyes move between her and me. Raising to my knees, sliding my fingers into my pussy, I slow way down, taking you in at pace that makes you want to grab the back of my head and ferociously thrust into me–if it didn’t feel so fucking good–you would.

My finger instantly melt–soak–drench into my cunt. I cant even explain how it felt in that dream awake state. My fingers sank into me, I thought about your cock, your sweet wet lips, my tongue lapping your ocean as you fuck me. You thighs wrapping around my torso, surrounding as I devour you. Behind me is you, filling me. Our hands are everywhere, we are some entangled genitive of one another’s body parts. Abstractions and fragments.

Your cock is fucking my mouth, my hands buried in my slick slit, and you with your legs spread wide standing –looking in almost pain– our eyes glued to the others and back and forth. We come and fucking come. Cum slides down my throat, I keep you in me, that moan you make, when you release, will remain with me for the rest of the day. And you come in this low growl panting silence as you sink to your knees from your standing position. Me I come lost in my pussy, my lower body quaking and sending shock-waves of sexual intoxication to my brain, laughing–smiling–coming.

Why?
1. I made myself come standing up on Tuesday this week.
2. Crackberry
3. Juicy emails
4. I’m horny and I want to have a threesome
5. I need a vacation.

Much love and enjoy the rain or the sun.
Vix

Some of you may know, I have a love hate with Craig and his List.

It can be such a fun distraction, even though nothing concrete or serious has ever panned out (for the long haul) other than a hundreds–maybe thousands– of emails and the thought, the knowledge–of all the hard cock there is in this city going un–fucked. When this is realized, I know there is hope of finding the hard cock for me (or two).

Yesterday, from work, I posted an ad (or two), for a threesome. Fun! My Chicago guy is coming to town, and what better opportunity than to work on that grand sexual to-do list. Right? Right.

I posted in the MW4W, of course I got zero responses, which is a shame, because I think my Chicago guy would really enjoy that, as would I. It has been some time since I spent anytime with a cute mutual girl. I also posted in the MW4M section, which resulted in many fun naughty dirty day passing responses.

So much cock going un-used out there. Such a shame.

My work day flew by as I gazed at pictures of men and cock.

Sometimes, okay many times, my ads result in nothing more than a few days of full on virtual flirtations. Which is fine, I like that. An inbox full of filth and want. CL has the ability to fulfill my instant wants. It gratifies me quickly. Unlike other online “dating” services I continue to find myself back here time and time again. I have sworn it off, placed self-imposed bans on my use, and even entered into my own makeshift CL rehab, but eight plus years and I still come back to it. There must be something there.

It is random, hit or miss…and I love random. I have made a few lasting relationships, they may not be concrete and all together tangible, but relationships none the less. Relationships I do not want to give up or lose. So– as much as I hate Craig and his List, I love him too.

As for my Chicago man and our third party, stay tuned for all the messy girl details.

Two cocks, I want two cocks.

And yes, I am sporting a big hungry Vixen smile.

I started practicing hot yoga about a year ago, because I’m a notoriously unfocused kind of girl, so I thought I’d give it a try. You know focus–get some mental and spiritual awareness. The teachers guide you through the moves, with words of encouragement such as “rid your self of all thoughts, don’t talk to yourself, don’t let that chatter in, focus, focus, focus, release yourself of outside forces.” As she says this, my mind is fluttering full of nonsense, I tell it to stop. I say focus, focus. Telling my mind to shut the fuck up, and then all of a sudden I am having a full on conversation to myself in my head about how I cannot stop talking to myself.

Much, ok– most of the time, my deviant little mind shifts to thoughts of sex. Either sex I just recently had, or the sex I would like to have, or what sex would be like with some of the people in class, like with Mr. Treasure Trail or with Mr. Knee Injury. Well—you can imagine what 90 minutes of sweating, contortion, and mind wandering will do to a girl. I am lusty, hot, loose, and fucking so horny after yoga.

I often trip into thinking about just jumping on Mr. Treasure Trail right there. While the yoga students watch us fuck–as the sweat and tension builds. Perhaps we even start a fuck riot and every one just starts fucking and slipping all over each other in the immense heat of the tiny studio. Our tongues and bodies unrestricted and rhythmic like a yoga flow. Hands and legs gliding over the moisture of our sweat–cock and cunts growing full. We are all so loose and free and Mr. Treasure Trail slides his finger into me. While Mr. Knee Injury, forgets he is injured as he crawls across the floor and takes my tits in his mouth, like he hasn’t eaten days. The three of us sliding into a wet, hot mass of flesh, while eyes watch and hands play.

Mr. Knee Injury lays me down across his lap, I feel his stiff dick pressing into the back of my neck. Mr. Treasure Trail’s finger are slipping into my pussy. Mr. Knee joins in, as he continues to massage my rounded breasts, pushing them together sucking and biting, periodically sliding his fingers toward my cunt, where I now feel multiple finger exploring every fold. Unfolding.

Mr. Treasure Trail can take it no longer and dives for my now oozing pussy and begins to eat greedily, drinking and lapping every drop of my succulent spring flow. Overflow. My hips are bucking and rocking off the floor, colliding into his face. Mr. Knee is beginning to stroke his rock hard cock closer and closer to my lips. My eager hot mouth cannot wait, I grasp him with my two hands and begin to suck him down, so greedy, so focused on cock. My pussy is exploding beneath Mr. Treasure Trail’s mouth, I am cumming all over his chin and he just laps it up with bull dog determination. Twitching and ramming into him, I let loose of long thrusting spasm orgasm, full of sound, salaciousness, and moans fit for an animal. He lifts his face from between my thighs and is dripping and glistening in my juice. He vigorously pulls my pussy up on to his huge cock and begins to propel his hard focused yoga energy into me. I can hear the teacher saying “breath though your nose,” I have no choice, because Mr. Knee, is filling my cheeks and throat with his throbbing cock. I am filled from top to bottom. Each thrust pushed into to me simultaneously, making me a quivering whimpering mess of sexual focus.

I can feel both of their cocks jerking inside of me, ready to blow. Mr. Knee is thrusting deeper into my throat and concurrently mashing my tits, pinching the nipples, pulling them to pink. Mr. Treasure is beating my soaked pussy with his monster cock. My body is ready to ignite. We are lost, focused only on how gratifying, pleasurable, wet, full, ripe, and right it all feels. Mr. Treasure is pushing on my belly as he thrust into me, making my cunt clinch and grab his cock even tighter inside me. Mr. Knee has slowed his cadence and is straddling my face deliberately pushing into my throat as far as he can. I am about to cum again; my body tenses, my breathy pants grow raucous, and I pull inward bringing Mr. Treasure with me. As I cum my mouth drops open Mr. Knee pulls out and strokes his delectable shaft over my body, with a rub of his thumb on his tip he erupts onto my tits and belly. I am all covered in white goo, watching his face go from tight to free. Just then Mr. Treasure wrenches my ass up to him and plunges as deep as possible causing me to release a gasp, and he cums so deep inside me I can taste it. All three of collapse in heaping sweaty mess of yoga sex funk. As all eyes in the room are transfixed, cocks hard, pussy dripping. Focused.