Friday morning

I woke up thinking about slap ass sideways 69. Where we take turns and switch every time I slap your ass. I can’t think of a better way to spend the morning. No rush. No race to orgasm. Maybe making you spit that big cock out while I lick you. Get you close and slap that ass. Of course I can do what I want. If I want to stick my tongue up your cunt while you are sucking me, it’s ok. Or just play with My pussy with My fingers. Opening it up. Spreading it. Talking dirty to you. Making you take all the cock. Slapping your ass again. Making you spit it out. My tongue back on your hot little clit. Winding the cumming orgasm tighter and tighter like a rubber band. Spanking that ass hard when you do cum.

Published in: on May 30, 2008 at 8:50 am  Leave a Comment  

The Blog, part 2

After one particularly hard Friday, Sophia opened a bottle of Chardonnay.  She didn’t drink often and on an empty stomach it didn’t take much for her to get tipsy. To her delight, WriterDom had left a steamy post on his blog. She always felt as if he was writing directly to her. She didn’t bother going to bed but masturbated right there in the chair. It must have been liquid courage, but she sent him a little note. One that she would forget even doing the next day.
 
“Sir, you don’t know what you do to me.”
 
She kneeled at her bed and wished she had his big cock to suck on. She lubed up the buttplug and felt the fullness enter her tight ass. “Your cock Sir,” she whispered as it entered her. She put clothes pins on her achy hard nipples. She got on the bed with her ass in the air imagining he was taking her there. She reached back at touched her swollen clit. With her other hand she tugged hard at her pony tail. It was only after reading about hair pulling did she find it erotic. She wished it was his hand tangled in her hair; his cock deep in her ass. She was squeezing the plug. Wishing she could milk his cock with her muscles until he squirted his creamy seed deep in her bowels. Such a naughty though, but thinking it only make her more excited.
 
Thank God she didn’t have close neighbors because she asked to cum louder than she ever had before. The orgasm flowed though her body in waves of pleasure. Harder than she ever came before. The thick plug shot out of her ass as she started to cum and she was still feeling aftershocks two minutes later. Then she fell asleep.
 
She woke at dawn. Seeing the anal toy she vaguely remembered the night. And thought of Him. She had never been this obsessed with anyone she dated. She had even inventoried her panties because he had mentioned that. And make a weekly schedule and pretended it was from Him.
 
She was in the shower when she remembered the note and her knees went weak. What if He answered? What if He ignored her? She toweled off and then anxiously turned on her computer.

Published in: on May 29, 2008 at 2:22 pm  Leave a Comment  

The Blog part one

It’s was Sophia’s secret shame. Her ritual of reading the blog at bedtime. Placing herself in the latest story. If he didn’t write she would find other stories by different authors. But first she would check the blog. She would pinch her nipples as she read. Later she’d get out her little toy box and mentally put herself in the scene with nipple clamps, butt plugs, scarfs for blindfolds, and a wooden bit gag. She wanted as much self stimulation as she could get. But what she really wanted was Him.

He wasn’t that far away. She was in North Georgia too. At times, on warm summer nights, she would sit on her porch and imagine breathing the same air. Smelling his hair and cologne. She didn’t even know what he looked like. But the thought of contacting him terrified her. She hadn’t been with a man in a year. And never with a man like this. She had never been submissive in any relationship and only a few months ago found out what BDSM stood for. Now she couldn’t cum at all without whispering “may I cum, Sir” in the darkness of her room.

Counting the last year of her marriage it had been a rough two years. Jack, her ex, was a pilot for Delta, and rode more than just airliners. Even though Sophia was very attractive and very sexual it wasn’t good enough for Jack. He did try to reconcile towards the end when he realized he was losing her, but it was too little too late.

Published in: on May 28, 2008 at 2:01 pm  Comments (2)  

Sophie

Sophie

 

would be a good librarian name. I have to pick a name that won’t irritate me. That I have neutral feelings about. In Alpharetta Georgia. No particular reason for Alpharetta. Just don’t want a country girl right now. I’ll give her a cat named Athena. That’s what I tried to name my cat, but she already had a name and stopped answering to both. Now she is just kittie and I think she halfway knows it’s her name, but she is not good at taking orders, just giving demands. She’s a good kittie though. Kind hearted. A feral cat who could kill all kind of little animals but just stalks them for fun. Her belly is usually full of catfood anyway.

Published in: on May 27, 2008 at 6:36 pm  Leave a Comment  

kneeling

she finds comfort

anchored on knees

before Him waiting

to service needs

fulfill any desire

His pleasure

exponentially more

important than

her own desire

Published in: on May 27, 2008 at 10:11 am  Leave a Comment  

Back to Our Roots

Had some time to reflect on the blog. What it was, what it became, and what it should be. It existed in the world of fantasy. As I became filled with U/us, it became about U/us. I no longer want to share her. I will, instead, speak directly to her and let this return to the world of fantasy. If I could see her every day it might be a different story. Or maybe not. Maybe it is better if my writings and my relationship stay separate. Surely Steven King doesn’t live in the world he writes about. Or Anne Rice. Why should any writer be limited in that way?
 
Not killing her off. Our souls hug everyday. There are plenty of reality based blogs for those who want that sort of thing. Instead, this will be about her, and every other woman who has touched me, and others I never had the chance to meet, and still others I’ve never connected with. A glimpse into the world that exists between my ears.
Published in: on May 27, 2008 at 7:33 am  Leave a Comment  

The Blog

 

On this day: The SS Savannah sets sail for Europe. First steamship crossing.

 

Today’s birthdays:

 

Arthur Conan Doyle, Ann Cusack, Tommy John 

 

 

Word of the day:

 

cynosure \SY-nuh-shoor; SIN-uh-shoor\, noun:1. Anything to which attention is strongly turned; a center of attraction.2. That which serves to guide or direct.3. [Capitalized]. The northern constellation Ursa Minor, which contains the North Star; also, the North Star itself.

The monarch, at the apex of court power and centre of its ritual, and the greatest patron of the arts, was the cynosure of this culture, standing (or, more usually, sitting) at the centre of a system of artistic practice intended to represent his or her sacred omnipotence and monopoly of power.– John Brewer

 

 

 

 

 

Sunset/sunrise:

 

6:31 AM 8:38 PM 

 

 

Lake Lanier water level:

 

1057.77  

 

Physical activity: arms and walk

 

I used to interview chicks for stories. Learn what I could about them and make them into a character. The curse to that was I never met anyone I wrote about. Maybe I’ll just use my imagination.

I think she’ll have dark hair and eyes. I’ve done a lot of blondes in stories. And redhead is out of the question. There isn’t one type of woman that turns me on. About the only type I don’t so much go for is the huge chested ones. C cup is plenty. DDD too much. An A cup is fine if she has sensitive nipples. Maybe a nice B cup.

I’ll make her about 35 I guess. A slightly shy librarian. A year after her divorce. You wouldn’t know it by looking at her but her sex drive is off the chart. She was married to a pilot for Delta. Ex navy pilot. A read jock who couldn’t keep his cock out of flight attendants. She gave him one chance but the second time he cheated on her she threw his clothes in the yard and changed the lock on the door.

She spent a lot of nights on the internet. Looking for masturbation material. More of a mental foreplay before she crawled into bed. One night she finds “The Blog.”

What a great title! I’m just thinking out loud at the moment. Will start the actual story tomorrow. Maybe I can put it all together in a few weeks and send it into Lit.

If you have any ideas or suggestions other than “Make it about me!” feel free to comment or contact me.

Published in: on May 22, 2008 at 5:23 pm  Comments (1)  

Once upon a time

On this day: 1917 2000 homes, businesses, and churches burned in Atlanta

 

Today’s birthdays: Raymond Burr, Mr. T, The Notorious B.I.G.

 

Word of the day:

puerile \PYOO-uhr-uhl; PYOOR-uhl\, adjective:Displaying or suggesting a lack of maturity; juvenile; childish.

And, in one of the most puerile episodes of his adult career, he punishes his old schoolmates for being rich and vulgar by breaking into their houses to soak the labels off their boasted wine collections.– Thomas R. Edwards

 

 

 

 

Sunset/sunrise:

 

6:32 AM 8:37 PM 

 

 

Lake Lanier water level:

 

1057.76  

 

Physical activity: chest

Every time I mention the Braves they play bad. But they did take two yesterday from the fucking Mets to move into second place.

So you want a story, huh? Hmmm… Wouldn’t that be mentally cheating on my slut? She probably doesn’t care. It might arouse me and she’d benefit from that. Now if I threw her in the middle of a threesome she’d probably get a little upset. She is about as straight as it comes. Too bad, I’m sure any lesbian would love to lick My pussy. It’s a trip to the candy store. I’ll see what I can do. .

Published in: on May 21, 2008 at 10:17 am  Leave a Comment  

:p

On this day: 1916 Codell Kansas was struck by a tornado. Also struck the same day in 1917 and 1918. That had to suck.

 

Today’s birthdays: Cindy McCain, Dolly Madison, Cher

 

Word of the day:

 

billingsgate \BIL-ingz-gayt; -git\, noun:Coarsely abusive, foul, or profane language.

Chaney would yell at him in his own particular patois — an unapologetic stream of billingsgate far more creative than Marine drill instructors or master rappers.– George Vecsey

 

 

 

 

 

Sunset/sunrise:

 

6:33 AM 8:36 PM 

 

 

Lake Lanier water level:

 

1057.79 

 

Physical activity: Nordic walk

 

One of those days.

Published in: on May 20, 2008 at 7:52 pm  Leave a Comment  

My pussy

On this day: 1604 Montreal was founded

 

Today’s birthdays:Johns Hopkins, Ho Chi Minh, Archie Manning

 

Word of the day:

 

embonpoint \ahn-bohn-PWAN\, noun:Plumpness of person; stoutness.

With his embonpoint, Mr Soames appears to be wearing a quadruple-breasted suit.– Simon Hoggart

 

 

 

 

 

Sunset/sunrise:

 

6:33 AM 8:36 PM 

 

 

Lake Lanier water level:

 

1057.79  

 

Physical activity:legs

 

 

 

I want my cock sucked dry. While I talk dirty and pull your hair. No teasing. Just want to shoot my load down your greedy mouth. It was such a waste last time cumming in the condom.

Then I want to tie you up and tease you mercilessly. Until I make you cum in my mouth. By then my cock will be rock hard again and I can fuck you long and deep. Growling in your ear. Telling you its my pussy. That I own it. That it is a privilege for you to even touch it.

Later you can ride it on the couch. Sitting straighter than you usually do. Have your little asshole wet for my finger. Cumming on my big cock like you always do. I know you well enough to know you’d like to draw it out. But My big cock makes you cum like crazy. No one ever has made you cum like I do and have since the first day. Because it is My pussy.

Published in: on May 19, 2008 at 10:20 am  Leave a Comment  

found another redneck song I like

http://youtube.com/watch?v=CFPaH3sYtOo&feature=related

 

They could have found a hotter hick chick in this little town though I think.

Published in: on May 18, 2008 at 7:22 pm  Leave a Comment  

tweaking

On this day: 1897 Dracula was published. I vwant to suck your blood.

 

Today’s birthdays: Reggie Jackson, Pope John Paul II, Frank Capra

 

Word of the day:

pukka \PUHK-uh\, adjective:1. Authentic; genuine.2. Good of its kind; first-class.

He talks like the quintessential pukka Englishman and quotes Chesterton and Kipling by the yard and yet he has chosen to live most of his adult life abroad.– Lynn Barber, “Bell book . . . and then what?”,

 

 

Sunset/sunrise:

6:34 AM 8:35 PM

 

 

 

Lake Lanier water level:

 

1057.79  

 

Physical activity: Pole walk

I want a pussy to play with. To finger, kiss, lick, suck, prod, torture, and fuck. With no particular goal in mind like orgasm. I do love orgasms. I love hers a lot more than mine. I think she is the same way so that leads to many orgasms. I think the first time we met she sucked me off about 10 times. Sucked me dry literally.

She needs to loosen up a little and allow me to please her. To actually feel good about being spread wide in front of me. Guess I have to get her in her slut headspace first. I think she is coming around slowly. She should know that I love going down on her as much as she loves to suck her big cock.

No complaints. Just things we can tweak.

Published in: on May 18, 2008 at 10:35 am  Leave a Comment