Bound Up

My hands were bound at the wrists held tight against the headboard. He then wrapped the soft strap around my ankles, bounding them tight together, attaching them to the footboard. I was layed out, stretched taunt across the bed.



"Can you move?" he whispered into my ear. I tried to pull free, but couldn't. He laughed.



"What will you do to me now?" I asked. We had never played with bondage before. He had always declined the offer before. Tonight when he asked me to bring the straps, I was surprised.



He slipped the silk blindfold around my eyes. "You'll have to wait and see."

As will all of you....

I want!!

I want his dick in my mouth. I want to run my tongue up and down the length of his shaft. I want to hold his cock in my hand while I suck him off. I want to feel him cum deep in my mouth...to feel his cum slide down my throat.

I want him to fuck my mouth!

I have to stop

"When do I get my present?" he asked. "I'm meeting the girls for drinks tonight, maybe afterwards?" I replied.

A couple hours later, I sent him a text asking if he was still awake. "I'm going to bed. Just wake me up when you get here." "Do you still want me to come?" "That's the goal!"

When I got there, the house was dark. I tiptoed through the kitchen, so that my heels clicking on the kitchen floor didn't wake up his roommates. I slipped though his bedroom door, and climbed onto his bed.

I undressed, but left on the panty hose. I climbed into bed. 'Mmmm...I thought I smelled you." I lay my head on the pillow looking at him look at me. His hand traced down my face and neck. His fingers lightly caressed my breasts circling my nipples but never touching them. His hand slowly moved down to my thigh. "What the hell? You left your panty hose on?"

"Yeah, I wasn't in the mood to take them off," I smiled. "How am I supposed to get inside you if you have pantyhose on?" I didn't answer, i just grabbed his hand and placed it between my legs. "Crotchless? I've only seen these in movies," he laughed. "Then you and I should go lingerie shopping sometime. They have all kind of fun things out there now."

His fingers started rubbing circles around my clit. He knew which spots to hit. He knew how I liked to be touched.

When my pussy was dripping, he climbed on top of me and pushed his hard cock deep inside. The intensity was almost blinding. He was trying to prove a point, but I wasn't catching yet. He lifted my legs to his shoulders. He tried his point again.

After 30 minutes of hard fucking, he flipped me over. I felt him enter me from behind. His hand reached around to massage my clit while. He slammed and pounded. He wanted me to scream before he finished. I begged him to fuck me harder. He held me tight so that I didn't ram my head into the wall.

I started to hear the sound in his throat he makes when he's ready to cum. I love that I can make him vocal. He has bragged in the past about how I am louder than him. Tonight, I'm proving different. As he is thrusting from behind, I squeeze tight my muscles.

"Damn you, I'm not going to last. Stop."
"No. Tonight, you scream my name." I laughed.

Within minutes, he was pumping harder, moaning louder. And then he froze. His muscles tightened. His breathing stopped. Then everything in him released. He collapsed on top of me, unable to support his own weight. And he screamed my name.

After we cleaned up, and I dressed, I lay on the bed looking at him. "I'm feel bad that you didn't..."
"Don't." I interrupted. "I did on the way here. It helps to have toys."
"You used a toy on the way here? Why even come then?"
"I wanted to share. I didn't think I'd have any trouble Besides I wanted to give you your present, I just forgot. So you'll get it another time."
"What did I do wrong tonight? You've never not had an orgasm with me, have you?"
"No, actually I haven't. Tonight wasn't about me, it was about you. Now go to sleep."

He looked at me and closed his eyes. I was worried about him. He hasn't been sleeping well for a few months. I rubbed my fingers across his forehead and down his temple.

"Just sleep." I kissed his cheek and crept out of the room.

Why did I lie to him? It wasn't that I couldn't reach orgasm, he didn't do it for me tonight. Why was I worried about his feelings? Why did I care if he got sleep?

Things are getting too serious. I need to step away. I can't go back there.

"Hey," he called out after me, "call me tomorrow."

Fuck.

The Rules?

I'm sitting here curled up in the corner of my couch fingering the toy I bought him. I had planned on giving it to him when I saw him at work on Thursday. I even had it in my pocket to hand to him, but when it came to time to, I couldn't. the thought that he would use it with someone else, had me putting it back in my pocket without even mentioning it. What is going on with my head.

This is the guy that I had a conversation with 3 weeks ago about the threesome he had with the girl he was dating. He told me how he fucked her while he ate out her girlfriend. And how he fucked the girlfriend so hard, she left with bruises on her thighs. He was astounded, he didn't think he had ever fucked so hard. I laughed and told him that he had left bruises on me the last time we were together. He didn't believe me, so I reminded him how I had asked to be fucked so hard...he finally remembered.

We then talked about another girl that had told him he wasn't big enough to give anyone an orgasm. I told him she was full of shit. He wasn't the biggest I'd been with, but he definetly wasn't small by any unit of measure. I then told him of a position that would for sure get him to any one's g-spot.

We talked about the toy (that I later bought for him). It was a cock ring with a bullet on the end to rub against the clit. He claimed he wouldn't know how to bring it up. What girl would not be freaked out by a guy who whips out a sex toy. I laughed and told him me.

He's the guy I'm supposed to be able to call when I need an orgasm. There aren't supposed to be any complications between us. I'm not supposed to care if he uses a toy with someone else. I know that he is sleeping with other people, just as he knows that I could be sleeping with other people.

This is my meaningless sex guy. Why has it changed all of a sudden? Has it changed or is this all in my head? Am I reading more into this? Damn.

I've been bad

I know...I know...it's been 5 months. How could I stop writing after 5 months. Well, truth be told, I couldn't write.

After the funeral, I couldn't bring myself to even want to talk about anything. Especially sex. I went back to the ex. I figured he was safe. Unfortunately, there is no physical attraction. So after 5 months, I called Blane again.

I dressed for the awards banquet with him in mind. The black corset I picked out was lace. The stockings were sheer and black with lace trim at the top. The shoes....my ruby red slippers...had 3 inch heels. They matched my purse perfectly (that part was for me not him).

I did the banquet for the required 3 hours..then did the after party drinks with some co workers...and then it was time to leave. I called and told him I was on my way. He was at a bar, so he told me he'd meet me. If he wasn't there, just go on in.

I got to his house and walked through the backdoor. He wasn't there yet, so I decided to make myself comfortable.

I took the dress off, but left everything else. The heels, the stockings, the corset...I lit the candle that I had won at the raffle that night, and propped myself up on his pillows.

Of course, I fell asleep. But woke up to his lips pressed against the mounds of my breasts. His hands popped open the clasps of the corset and my breasts spilled out. His hands then moved down to my legs. He felt the stockings, but decided to leave them. His fingers started dancing across my clit. I came within seconds and was ready to feel him inside me.

But he had other plans. He then pressed his knee against my pussy. He held my hands above my head and pressed his knee harder. He moved it up and down. The pressure felt amazing. As his mouth moved over my body, I started squirming. That just intensified the pressure between my legs. Within seconds I was coming again.

As I started to scream, he removed his knee and replaced it with his dick. He grabbed my legs and pulled them up. He crossed my ankles and threw my shoes across the room. He pressed my feet agains his chest and begin to pound into me. I knew that with that position, he was a mere centimeters from my G-spot. It didn't take long before he found it. I came again.

3 times in less than 30 minutes...I was spent, but he kept going. He wasn't finished with me. He pushed my legs to the side of his and entered me from the side. I told him, I wouldn't last much longer...he was fucking me and he wasn't going to stop any time soon.

I knew I had to help move things along, so I reached behind him and grabbed his balls. I started massaging them, rolling them around in my palm, like stress balls. I knew that it wouldn't be long before he was would come. He looked at me and smiled.

"It won't work," he whispered. "I've been waiting for you to come back for months. Just in case you change your mind, I want this to last."

I didn't know how to respond, and I dropped my hand to my side. He rolled me back on my back, and slowed down his movements.

He lay on top of me with his legs on top of mine. It amazed me how well he felt against my skin. I told him, that it was time. He started to move against me again. I clenched the muscles inside me to hold him tight. The faster he moved, the tighter I squeezed. He closed his eyes. I knew it was my moment. I grabbed his ass and pulled him into me. I started to buck underneath him and then he came.

He lay next to me and wrapped me in his arms. I pulled away, so that I could get dressed.

"Why do you always leave as soon as we finish?" he asked. I stopped and turned to look at him.

"Don't change the rules now." I told him. I put my clothes on and left.

Dessert before Dinner

I hate the lights above the tables at the restaurant we are at. But I like how the tables are set up. If you take a table for two, you must sit next to the person. That means my hand can reach his cock.

As the waitress tells us the specials for today, I'm rubbing him off. I can hear his breathing getting heavier, and she hasn't even asked for our drink order. He grabs my hand and holds it still as he tells her what to bring us to drink. He then goes ahead and places our order.

I like when a man places my order. It shows a sense of confidence. He is saying he knows what I like, and he is prepared to give me what I want.

As the waitress walks away, he brings my hand above the table.

"You need to stop. I'm not going to be able to control myself much longer."
"You say that like it's a bad thing."
"What if I slid my finger inside your pussy right now, wouldn't you be embarrassed about what was going on, knowing someone might notice?"
"Nope." I forget that he doesn't realize just how naughty I can be. He is tempted to test me; I can see it in his eyes. I pull his hand back under the table, and instead of reaching toward him, I show him that my legs are spread apart. I guide his hand under my skirt....glad I wore the short one tonight...and I dare him.

His fingers timidly start flicking my clit. As I smile at the waitress when she brings our drinks, he tries to pull away, but I clench my legs so that his hand is stuck. He starts to get into the game, and his shy motions become more playful.

I feel his middle finger push the fabric of my panties aside. He then slides his finger inside me. His palm is against my clit as moves his finger in and out. The excitement of knowing that we are in public, and that this is the first time he has ever done anything like this, gets to me. I know that this is going to be quick.

Now it is my breathing that is labored as the waitress brings our salads. She eyes me suspiciously as she puts them down in front of us. I smile, daring her to question me. Her face turns red, and she hurries away. I cross my hands on the table, and close my eyes. He laughs and whispers in my ear that it looks like I'm praying. I tell him I'm thinking about God...but more in an Oh God kinda' way...he laughs at this, and starts rubbing harder. I can feel myself getting ready...the trick will be to not make a noise...I bite my lip...and...there...he stares at me.

I politely excuse myself, and walk to the bathroom. I know he thinks I'm going to clean myself up, but I'm not. I plan on sitting in the juices that pooled inside my panties all through dinner. And then when we get done, we won't make it back to my house...or his...I plan on showing him the fruits of his labor, and collecting some fruit of my own before we even get to the highway.

Danke schön! - Nein!!!

He was completely German. I imagine him standing listening to a Nazi officer talk about the Aryan race. He was 6 foot 4 inches. ..a solid 250 pounds...blond hair...blue eyes...barely spoke English.

I met him at a dance club. I hate going to those damn places. After about an hour of dancing my knees were shot. I was sitting at the bar when he approached me. In his broken English he asked if I wanted a drink. I looked him up and down.

"No, I want to leave." He asked me to show him the skyline. I laughed, it was 1:30 a.m. We ended up at a city park around 4:30 a.m. to watch the sunrise over the city.

As we sat in the bed of my truck, he pressed his lips against mine. It was clumsy, but hell, I didn't mind. It was human touch. His big hands cupped my tits. His coarse fingers twisted my nipples. As his mouth devoured me, his hand slid down the front of my jeans. I lay back to make the access easier. And damn if there wasn't a rock underneath the blanket.

"Stop, hold on," I panted, as I pushed him off of me. I reached under the blanket to get the rock. after I chucked it over the side of the truck, I turned back toward him. He was gone. I looked around, and he was climbing into the front seat.

"What are you doing?" I asked impatiently.
"I understand..you say no..I stop." I spent 10 minutes trying to explain about the rock, but his broken understanding of the English language stopped all communication. I tried to initiate the kissing again, but he pulled away.

I finally gave up. I took him back to his friend's apartment. I went home, completely frustrated. What would help get rid of this frustration? Luckily for me, I had just purchased a Thunder Vibe from a toy party I had went to the week before.

I wasn't frustrated after that...but I think I will stick to English boys from now on.

Let's See What Ya Got

"If I told u I needed to be fucked hard enough to forget reality for a while, what would you say?" I sent the message.
"Be here before midnight." I made it there with fifteen minutes to spare.
"Are you okay," he asked me. I stopped in my tracks..."I did not come here for conversation." I grabbed the back of his head and kissed him. "You promised to make me forget." He pushed me into the bedroom and grabbed at my shirt. I heard a rip as he pulled it over my head. My bra clasped in the front and he popped the hook. He grabbed my nipples between his teeth and clamped down.
I grabbed the drawstrings of his pajama pants and yanked. The pants puddled at his feet...the same as my skirt...the same as me. I hungrily took his cock in my mouth. My tongue ran up and down the length of it. I feasted as though it was the Popsicle I had ate from the ice cream truck earlier that evening.
After a few minutes, he roughly pulled me up and pushed me back onto the bed. His mouth sucked at my nipples as his hand played with my pussy. I was already wet, and didn't need any further coaching, but he wouldn't stop until I came. And came I did. Then he covered his body with mine. I felt his dick enter me just as I finished coming.
Within minutes I was ready again...but this time he would drag it out. Just as I reached that moment...he'd switch positions or angles. I begged him to finish me...and he laughed.
The longer he teased, the more emotional I got.
Finally he picked my legs up and held them over his shoulders. "Harder!" I begged. He pushed. "Harder!" I cried. He rammed. "Harder!" I screamed as he slammed into my soaking pussy. I let go with a scream as he let go with a groan.
He lay on the bed next to me. When he tried to put his arm around me, I climbed out of bed. "Where are you going?" he asked.
I put my clothes on and walked into the kitchen. He followed, questioning my destination. I walked to the back door and turned. With a kiss on the cheek, I smiled sadly. "Thanks for helping me get through tonight. Maybe I'll see you after the funeral Thursday."
I heard the door shut as I climbed into my car. With tears in my eyes, I drove home.

Meaningless Sex

Okay, so Blane wants me to come out and see him. Not a problem right? You'd think that except I have some things going on in my personal life that is making me rethink the concept of meaningless sex.

So here's my question for everyone reading this. What is your definition of meaningless sex? And can you sleep with someone 8 years ago, have them remember things about you during those 8 years that you did not see each other, and then sleep with them now, and still call it meaningless sex?

My girlfriend says no. She claims there has to be some meaning...not necessarily love...because everyone knows Blane and I are not about love...but something. I told her sexual attraction is not a meaningful feeling.

So what makes sex meaningless, and what makes sex meaningful? Leave me your comments or send me an email. If I get some good answers, I'll post them later this week.

What I needed...

We stand in the drive way with his arms wrapped around me. "I didn't realize how short you are," he laughs. He has to stoop over just to rest his chin on the top of my head. "I'm usually wearing heels."

His arms, strong and steady are holding me tight against him. I breathe in his scent. That male spicy scent that only a few can carry off.

"Are you leaving?" he asks cautiously. I know that I have to, but I can't pull myself away from his arms. I've never met anyone that I connected to the way I did with him.

He runs his hand slowly down my arm and back up again. I can feel his fingertips walking up my back. He gets to my neck..and massages that one spot. I hear myself sigh, and he smiles. I feel his hands going through my hair. He buries his face into it. I feel his lips pressed against my scalp. Slowly he trails them down toward my ear.

He laughs as I tense, we had a conversation about this a couple weeks ago, before we even imagined anything starting, when we didn't consider being anything but friends. His mouth moves down my neck. He hasn't even kissed my mouth, and I can already feel my heartbeat getting faster. My breath starts to shudder.

Up my jawline...against my cheek...across my eyelids...then his mouth slowly takes mine. It's not a kick your heels up kiss; it's more like that safe sense of coming home. After hundreds of kisses, I playfully licked his lips. Our tongues played a cat and mouse game. Then I kicked my heel up.

I could feel the warmth between my legs growing. I pull away from him and smile . "Should we go inside?" I asked playfully.

"No." I stare at him. Did he really just say no? He laughs at me. "I know what you're thinking."
I'm still staring incredulously. "I want to take you inside. I want to feel you, to kiss you, to hold you, to make love to you. But not yet. There is more to us than sex. I want to explore that before we move farther." He punctuates each sentence with a kiss.

He walks me to my door...opens it for me...kisses me one more time..and turns and walks away. "I'll see you tomorrow," he calls out.

What I wanted...

He grabs my hair and holds my head steady. "Do it!" he growls. I shake my head no. "Do it!" he says more forcefully. He pushes his dick against my closed lips. I clamp my lips together harder. He pushes my lips open and rubs his hard cock against the inside of my mouth. "Take it all" he commands. I know that I have no choice, so I start sucking. I run my tongue against the length of his shaft. Flick his head with my tongue ...put his balls in my mouth...

He then grabs me and pushes me down on the bed. "I want you now." I tell him I'm not ready. He doesn't care. He pushes my legs apart. I try to push him off, but he grabs both my wrists with his hand. he holds my arms above my hand. His teeth tear at my nipples.

He jams his cock inside me. I'm not ready...I'm not wet, but he doesn't care. I try to wiggle out of the way but he's stronger than me. I can't do anything but endure what he wants. I know that when it's over I will be bruised and battered.

"Was that what you wanted?" he asks. It was exactly what I wanted. I wanted everything I got. I could have stopped him at anytime. I knew that; he knew that. He only did what I asked.

That's what makes it okay. When he finishes, he asks if I'm okay. I smile coyly and tell him yes. He is worried about me. He takes a towel and gently wipes me off. He bristles at the bruises that are already forming on my thighs.

"Do you feel better?" I wish I knew the answer to that question.

Why an Old Friend

So last night...I went and saw Blane again. I've been under a lot of stress and needed a break. I tried lying to myself and told myself that I was not going to sleep with him. I was just going to hang out with a friend.


I walked into the room, and there he sat. ..stretched out on the couch...no shirt...pajama pants. He stood up and hugged me, and I felt at peace for the first time in 3 days. After a short conversation about nothing in general..he asked if there was anything I needed. Talk about a loaded question.




After an hour of fabulous sex, I left his house with a smile on my face. During the drive home, though I wondered about his question. What do I need? Did I get?




I suppose with the anxiety I've been feeling lately I need soft and sensual love. I need to be held and reminded that not everything is so bad. I need to be carressed.

I need an orgasm

An Old Friend

When my girlfriend asked me to go to the bar with her, I said sure. Of course, I knew who was going to be there and what I was getting into.

The first time I met Blane was at a party, and it was instant sexual attraction. Hard body...dark hair...muscles...and god could his tongue dance. He was the one temptation I could never say no to.

So when we saw him earlier that day, all those feelings, the warmth between my legs, the butterflies in my stomach...you get it.

So we went to the bar, and everyone but me was drunk. So I of course, had to make sure he got home safe.

We walked into his house...he grabbed my tits...wrapped his mouth around my nipples...ran his tongue down my stomach...and buried his face between my legs. I used to laugh when I read heaving-bosom books and they mentioned fireworks...but ohmigod....more fireworks than the Labor Day on the river.

Then when he entered me....his hard cock pushing...deeper and deeper into my wet pussy...my nails (glad I had them done earlier that day) scratching down his back. My left hand grabbing his tight ass while my right reached over him to grab his balls, squeezing just enough to make his breath catch.

As he wrapped my legs around his neck, and pound into me, I could feel his dick throbbing. I knew it was a matter of seconds, so I lifted my hips to grind against his pelvic bone. I knew I was ready. He looked at me, questioning, I nodded. He started pounding harder and harder...he went to pull out and I grabbed him and rammed him into me. We both released at the same time. He wanted me to stay. Stay in bed next to him. Wake up in his arms. But I knew I couldn't. So I stood up and put my clothes on. I watched him walk across the bedroom, naked. His ass was as tight as it was 8 years ago. He had a new tattoo on his back. His hair had more grey in it.

My girlfriend asked me why I did it. I told her...it felt good feeling like I was the only person in the world. He listened to me...he talked to me...he remembered things I liked and didn't, even after 8 years...and he was a fabulous fuck.