blueberries
When I came today, I tasted very similar to a blueberry scone and was slick and creamy good.
It’s been a hectic few days that has not allowed me time to come. But, this morning I needed it–I needed it twice apparently.
It is strange to me what gets sometimes.
From the first line I knew immediately I had to come.
Instantly I stopped reading and went to the bedroom to get my njoy and a vibe.
The story was long and read with a thread of reality and pain, yet still made me long for a cock to suck on.
The words sort of took me back to my own teenage life, not necessarily the incest side, but the ideas of escapism and sex. Being stuck in a life that I tried to fuck away and sometimes still do.
Reading her words brought me right back to my suburban seventh grade–hiding in the garage mulling over my Pops porn collection, reading and re-reading Penthouse forum. Going through the whole story twice while gently working my young pussy. Like I had to know the whole story before I would go back to those key paragraphs, the exact sentences that would make me want to explode.
“I loved Glenn’s penis, and at the same time I was scared of it.”
“I was so turned on! I could actually see his cock sliding in and out of her cunt, covered in her slippery juices.”
It is sentences like these that turned my cunt to cream. I got to the edge of a shaking orgasm then re-read those sentences over and over until I came, just like in seventh grade. Like I was back in my Pops garage a wave of guilt flowed though me with the wave of cum. My breath simultaneously heavy and shallow and my brain floating into the rafters.
When my head floats back down, I do it all over again. Focusing on different sentences, different phrases. Thoughts of sweet pussy, and the smell of sex fill my space. My toys and fingers are covered in a creamy gloss, I taste and lick them–and think blueberries with just a hint of baking soda.
I too, think of being immersed in porn mags for the first time, the forum stories making me so hard and horny that I was gonna burst if I didn’t cum. I can totally relate.
I yearn for those days of pre orgasmic bliss
wow… we could have been reading that blog entry AT THE VERY SAME TIME!! I remember those Penthouse Forum letters. I used to think that there was no way they could be real, but have since learned that the world is way more freaky than my teenage mind could ever have imagined.
Ah yes, the taste of blueberries and baking soda. The last time my lover was able to spend a whole day with me, I made her blueberry waffles with whipped cream and maple syrup. I knew there was a reason I wanted to make those for her!
Wow! I can’t tell you how complimented I am. That one gets off on my writing is always a huge compliment; that she blogs about doubly so!
You can probably tell that I too was reared on Penthouse Letters… I certainly liked looking at the pictures, but it was the stories that always did it for me. I too would read and re-read them, lingering over specific images and phrases. I believe they remain a major influence on my writing: they are concise, unapologetically sexy, brief windows into someone else’s sex life. Whether they were true or not misses the point, as far as I’m concerned (for the record, none of my short fiction is strictly true, though as in all fiction, I pull unashamedly from real life).
Anyway, thank you so much for posting this!
ProfessorC: thank you for the read sweets and the connection
Wb: to yearn is to live. desire is the cycle of existence.
winterboy: It was a good one right?
J: yes, I was surprised by the taste. I have been buying the delicious fresh blueberries every Wed. at Heart of the City. oh so good and subsequently everything smelled and tasted blueberry. I hope you get the opportunity to get some and create something yummy for your lover, you will both benefit. High in antioxidants and make the pussy taste even better.
elsie: you’re welcome, your work struck a cord in me. Very brave fiction and blurred reality.