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Dark Bumping February 19, 2009

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bondLast night was kinda primal…and messy.

I hadn’t seen Becky in quite a while.  A lot of times she doesn’t seem to know how her emotions are playing out, that is up from down, if she’s ove her ex or not.  It always seems like an ever changing story, and quite frankly her ruminations these days more or less falls on deaf ears.

We talk occassionally, not all that often or too much in depth.  More like stealing twitter-esque like sentences every other week.  I suppose it’s her way of letting me know she still out there or maybe it’s more like checking up on me and my status.  I imagine at some level it’s a game to her, something she tries to justify in her own mind, but I never let on too much.

I received a text message from her earlier in the week.  She was out of town on business and fishing for some attention. ‘Hook up Wed?’  Well, perhaps she was fishing and I bit.

I showed up at her apartment late and it even surprised me I was able to muster up the energy to go over on a work night so late.  Figuring our time was short I didn’t want to mess around too much with casual niceties and small talk.

I enjoy taking charge once in a while like this.

Without saying much I ushered Becky down the hallway to her bedroom where I pushed her down on the corner of her bed.  I didn’t even bother with the lights and I can’t beleive how dark her bedroom actually was.

As she sat upon the corner of her bed, I pulled her shirt off and tossed it somewhere randomly in the room and did the same with her bra once I unclasped it.  I pushed Becky down to lay flat on her back and immediately bent over and placed a rapidly hardening left nipple in my mouth as I cupped her breast in my left hand.  As I continued to tease and taste her breast, I was somehow able to manuever her pants off as well into a crumpled heap on the floor.

It was a bit comical to a point, fumbling around in pitch darkness, using only the senses of touch and sound to find our ways about each other.  At one point I heard her nightstand drawer open up along with some shuffling of items only to be rewarded with the electric sound of a vibrator waving its way about in the air.  At this moment I was standing to the side of her bed, quickly removing my own trousers and briefs.

Becky’s left hand reached out and grazed my right thigh, clearly trying to locate my package.  After a few muddled attempts the ring of her thumb and index finger found the base of my semi erect penis whcih continued to grow as she slowly began to work it.

That was my queue to pleasure her down below with my own fingers, and somehow during this blind exchange my own left handed fingers were greated with a tactile buzz as I discovered the tip of her vibrator sliding across her naked clit.  How’d she do that?  I didn’t hear or feel her take off her panties, and yet somehow she did as my middle finger was greeted with her open wetness.

I slowly buried my middle finger into her as her grip on my own cock settled into a regular rythym.  10, 20, 30 seconds went by and with my sensing she could and wanted to take more, I added a second finger to her hungry folds.  To say Becky was wet was an understatment.  Within a few minutes of my dexterous fingering it felt as if my whole hand was damp and with the help of her electric friend, I felt her first orgasm as her pubic muscles contracted several times around my digits.

I had an idea on a position I actually saw demonstrated rather tastefully on Nip/Tuck of all places and used this brief moment of Becky’s recovery to find a bath towel in her bathroom.

In the dark, I spread the towel out upon the corner edge of her bed.  Call me silly, but between how wet Becky was and what I know I can produce at climax, I thought it might be nice to save the bed from an unsightlly wet spot.  Becky had no idea what I was doing, and once I was satisfied, I had her turn over.

She mistakenly assumed a position on all fours, but I wasn’t gonna have her like that.  No, this was gonna be new…for both of us.  With some gentle guding on my behalf, I positioned her flat on her stomach at a 45 degree angle in relationship to the edges of her bed, and pulled her body down far enough so that her wet vag was facing me at the corners edge.

Reaching for her nightstand myself, I found a small bottle of lube and applied some to my manhood and also found her electric friend and added some to it as well.  It may be a bit of work on my part, but with the right stance, I was able to push myself into Becky very deep with each of her legs splayed out on either side of me.  She must have been surprised as well, because after a few first thrusts I was encouraged vocally by many “Oh my’s…” and “Yes, I can feel you very deep inside me”.

I figured since I had her BOB in my right hand, a little extra play by me may make the experience even better.  As I continued to fuck Becky from behind in my new favorite position, I slowly began to work the tip of vibrator into her ass.  Not very far, just aabout an inch or so and turned it on.  This proved to be a bit much for her as she said it tickled way to much so I abandoned the vibrator off to the side and using my free arms, bent her legs up so I held each ankle wheel-barrel style as I continued to fuck away.

Not sure if it was the lubrication I applied or Becky was just overly excited this evening, but I’m gald I placed the towel down.  Five minutes into my modified doggy plowing, I felt as if my balls were soaking wet.  Upon more concentration of my surroundings, the towel felt as if it were drenched all the time Becky asking me not to stop.

At the seven minute mark….and I know this because there was a LED clock in the room….I finally couldn’t take any more and signaled to Becky I was about to come.  Sure enough….within seconds of my signal, I was just able to aim my hot fluid into multiple trails leading to her lower back and cheeks.  It was intense and I felt as if I was gonna lose balance for a second.

We remained silent for the next few minutes, our labored breathing beginning to return back to normal and I made my way to her vanity to wash up a bit.

By the time I got dressed again Becky was wearing a terricloth robe, smiling a wicked smile as she led me to the door.  We both knew it was time for me to go…we both have to work tomorrow/today and just needed to get it out of our systems.

Wrascally Wrabbit July 10, 2008

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So I’m back from a few day vacation and I have a few stories to share with you.  First up is kinda a funny one.  Not sure exactly who’ll find it funny, but it was kinda odd to me.

I spent the 4th of July over at a friends neighborhood in which they throw an annual party with all their neighbors.  It’s a collective effort which usually entails a lot of alcohol, indulgence in homemade food, and a lot of all day bullshitting.

Anyway, I found myself at the fringe of one of the collective groups of women listening to their conversation though I wasn’t a participant.  More like a fly on the wall of all things.  Well to my somewhat surprised astonishment they were talking a lot of sexual innuendo in their increasingly inebriated state of being.  I guess there’s something to be said for drinking copious amounts of fruity alcohol spiked drinks and baking your brains in the sun for hours at a time.

The group of women total about six, ranging from lates 20’s to probably early 60’s with the most in their late 30’s, early 40’s.  In my honest opinion, they are sorta of all ‘average’ looking….no models or knockouts…though there was at least one 40 something MILF across the street us men kept stealing glances at, but she wasn’t really part of this gaggle of pecking hens.

The topic turned to manual stimulation and ‘The Rabbit’.  It seems a few of the ladies knew what ‘The Rabbit’ was, but a few claimed that they never heard of it.  RIGHT!…Yeah…Um, hmm.  I wasn’t even buying that one.  One lady in particular was really hamming it up that she had no idea, and I swear was feigning her ignorance.   They were trying to be ’somewhat’ discreet….and I say that loosely.  But this one (the best looking of the bunch actually…and single) just kept saying “What?”…Well, I’m not stupid….she was saying “What? shuddup!” too many times to be taken seriously and that set off a mental yellow flag in my head that she probably does a lot of self pleasuring.  something I’ll admit I’d like to see on my own.

Someone finally noticed that I was a liitle too close to the circle and perhaps tried to embarass me a tad or make me blush, but I called their bluff….

“So Nate, have you know what The Rabbit is?”

‘Yup.”

“Really?  What is it?”

Okay, you wanna play this game with me?

“It’s a vibrator in which the rabiit ears are forked out and stimulates the female love button.” I even demonstrated with my two fingers.

I must have said it so non-chalantly they all just kinda looked at me more a second like “Damn, how does he know? My husband doesn’t even know.”  I even caught one re-sizing me up…as if maybe my outside facade is just that…a facade…and behind close doors I know what I’m doing.

The one woman was still playing a little dumb about it stating she didn’t understand, so another one suggested they go back to her house for a second and look it up on the web.  They all dissapeared for about 15 minutes, and finally came back, the naive one especially looked stunned and just kept repeating something like “Now I’ve seen it all…I can’t believe that.”  Damn, maybe that’s why she is single afterall…a dud….maybe I can teach her?  But the real image for me right now is thinking about 6 20-60-something women, buzzed off cheap alcohol and sun, all obviosuly just watched an online ‘demonstration’ as if they never saw a porn video before.  I can just imagine what that scene was like…all of them huddled around a laptop or tv watching some coked out porn starlett diddling themselves.  With the combination of alcohol, I also wonder how many of these neighborhood housewives were starting to feel a bit randy themselves, perhaps a little wet downstairs?

“Hello,…Booty? It’s me Nate calling” June 18, 2008

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Warning: Explicit Material.  18 and over.

True Stories

Yesterday, I guess I kinda worked myself up into a sexually frustrated frenzy.  It’s been a little slow in my private life, more so because of work commitments, and feeling a bit under the weather as of late, and I suppose filling my spare time with other things other than cougar hunting.

I had sometime yesterday to read some other blogs of a more adult nature, and I’m happy to report the few that I stumbled across weren’t written like a bad 80’s porn movie.  They were actually thought provoking as well as intelligently written, good background openers, and a slow build.  Those things in combination are so much more ‘hotter’ for me to idulge and enjoy than having someone simply say “I banged the crap out of her”, or “I sucked him good”…end of story.  No I found some really good writers out there, and I even dare say I’m a bit jealous of their writing techniques.  Hopefully some of you feel the same way about mine.  Anyway, I’m drifiting off-topic here.

Needless to say I was a bit riled up and horny yesterday and feeling as if I wanted a little ‘release’.  Seeing that I really am not dating anyone seriously right now, I’ll admit the idea of going out on the prowl and probably coming home empty handed seemed like a lot of wasted effort, not to mention all the time and money I’d probably be spending with no return on investment.  So I did what most red blooded Americans do….they refer to their little black book and make a booty call.

Let me preface this by saying, the way the whole ‘little black book’ is portrayed in movies and tv shows really make men out to be the villian.  It has only since I got Sirius radio and find myself ocassionally listening to (I can’t believe I’m about to admit this) the Cosmopolitan channel that women are just as scheming as men if not worse.  Listening to their ‘After Hours/In Bed” show has really opened my eyes unto how much women thinks about sex as well, and have plenty of their own sordid practices and concepts that would rival those of the average male.

With that in mind, I really had no guilt in decding to call up April.  She was still at work when I caught her via cell phone and asked her her plans.  Said she’s be off in about another 2 hours or so and asked why.  Sometimes the straight up approach in the best instead of dancing around the innuendos and hints.  I think she knew why I was calling, so I wasn’t about to stretch the conversation out much.  “I’m gonna come by around 9pm.”  She simply replied “Okay”.

I had time to come home, shower, change, get the mail, watch a little tv…blah..blah…blah.  At about 8:30 I left my place and drove over to hers.  She met me at the door and let me in.  When I walked into her place, I seen that she brought some of her work home with her.  A laptop was open on her coffee table as well as piles of papers and spreadsheets scatterd abnout her couch.  She offered me a beer, and knowing my way around her place, I went to the fridge and just grabbed one myself.  Surprisingly she had a very nice Summer Ale, and it tasted great and cold.

She went back to her couch to work a little longer as I walked around taking in some of the old sights.  Finally, being the bold person that I felt I was last night, I just walked upstairs to her bedroom and turned on her TV and laid on her bed.

About 10 minutes went by when April yelled up “What are you doing?”.  I simply replied “Waiting for you to take a shower.”  There was no response from her after that, so I imagine she new how to read between the lines and surmise what was going to happen.  I heard the familiar jingle of her laptop shutting down, the closing of her glass sliding door, and finally her footsteps coming up the stairs.

She didn’t say anything to me when she enterterd her bedroom, and I said nothing to her.  I was laying on her bed, thumbing through some magazine as she got into the shower.  I occasionally looked up at her TV and flipped a few channels, not really watching anything in particular.  Finally the shower turned off and I could hear her brushing her teeth and combing out her hair.  She finally emerged from her bathroom, her hair pulled back into a single pony tail, wearing a white terry cloth bathrobe.  I put the magazine down on the night stand and watched her cross the room towards her dresser.  She opened the top drawer and reached for a pair of panties.

“Whoa…”, I said.  “There’s no need for those.  What are you doin?”

Holding a pair of beige panties in her hand she turned to me “Um, putting these on….”

I stood up from her bed and place my 1/2 empty beer on the nightstand as well and began to circle around toward her hitting the lights while I was at it. “No, leave them be…they are just going to get in the way.  Come here.”, I ordered.

She dropped them on the floor, and I grabbed her hand in the dark and led her to the right side of the bed and sat her down.  As she was doing this in the dark, I stealthy had already kicked off my shoes and removed my shirt.  “Lay down on the bed.” I said.  As i heard her reposition herself, I was able to manage undoing my slacks and kick off my boxers as well.  Here I was now, in the dark, completely naked and hard.  I came up to the side of her bed and felt her bare shins with my hands outstretched and began to tun them up the length of her thighs as I mounted the corner of her bed.

Using my breadth of my torso and arms as a wedge, I managed to spread her legs apart and dove right in for some licking and tongue probing.  To my delight and I suppose one of the reasons her shower was a little long, her snatch was freshly shaven clean.  It was amazingly smooth without a hint of stubble.  April must have been somewhat excited as well by the whole prospect of my initial call, mulling it over in her mind for hours, for from my initial test lick found that her lips were easily parted and already wet.  I tooke turns nibbling, licking, and swirling my tongue all about and found her ‘love button’ begining to swell.  I’d place my whole mouth over her puss and try and strecth my tongue as far as I could into her.  This was met with some eager hip undulations and her hands running through my short hair.

I continued this delectible feast for about five minutes when I decided I wanted to bring her to climax so I could move onto other things myself.  I extened my right index finger and began to penetrate her as well, making sure I kept my tongue flicking over her clit.  I began manuevering my finger both in and out, and then slightly twisting it as well in a deliberate pattern.

It didn’t take but a few minutes, maybe two at most. before I began to feel the familiar silent shudder of April’s hips under my spell.  She gets very sensitive there after and I love to tease her post orgasm poise my randomly and forceably throing in a few extra licks and kisses in for good measure.  It was a real turn on for me, especially since it was so clean and smooth and delicately wet this evening.  Sounds strange, but there was even a very subtle yet pleasing taste to it as well.

As she laid still to recover for a few minutes, I went to work preparing for phase two.  I didn’t want sex in the bed (read yesterdays post to know why) so I wnet to her closet and pulled out a large beach towel and laid it on her floor at the foot of her bed.  Next, I threw down a pillow to the ground and then made my way to her medicine cabinet.  I knew she kept some personal lubricant up there, and sure enough I found it in the same place I remember.

“Nate what are you doing?”

“April.  Get on the floor.  I placed a towel and pillow down there.  I’ll be right there.”  And with that, still in the dark, I walked over to her own nightstand and reached within the drawer and felt around the contets until I found her vibrating egg.  In the meantime she made her way to the floor and without even me asking, she assumed the position on all fours.  Good girl.  She knows what I like.

I came back around and kneeled behind her, kissing her ass, and a few bites to boot.  She laughed and giggled away stating it tickled.  Not exactly the response I was going for…it was meant to be hot and seductive and hungry, but came across as cute and playful.  Ah well, roll with it.

I handed her the toy and told her to use it on herself as I prepped myself.  I could hear the faint hum of the egg as she held it to her clit pleasuring herself.  Myself, I had placed a little lube in my hand and slathered my rock hard shaft in it. Oh, I just realized it must be the ‘warming’ kind as my pecker feels like the temperature just increased a tad.  I guided myself into her with the aide of the lube and grabbed her hips with both my hands.

I like the sensation of being inside April with the extra benefit of feeling her vibrator just outside sending additional sensations my way.  It’s as if her pussy has a slight vibration to it as well as I begin my slow and primal thrusting into her.  The whole idea of being on the floor instead of the bed, vibrator in play, doggie style, and her occassional muffled yelps of pleasure were a bit much for me.  It had been a while too sice I broke me off some, so I picked up the pace slightly knowing I was about to come.  And come I did.  I shot my load all over her backside and lower back and still felt hard a minute afterwards.

April did complain her knees were beginning to hurt so she flipped over unto her back and I was still good to go for a few more minutes.  Her pussy still wet with lube I entered her again and began to fuck fast and furious style, pinching her erect nipples as I did so.  With egg still in hand, she guided it once more to her crotch.  With my fast paced plunging and her egg, April was able to achive her second orgasm, this one slightly more vocal than the first and I knew I had done good.

After a few more minutes we both got up and cleaned ourselves off before we realized the time and knew it was a work night and it was time for me to leave.  It wasn’t awkaward at all this time and I have the strong sense she’s be up for it again…very soon….maybe even tonight.