Generally when in a relationship and time passes the lust for one another seems to diminish. While you may be as sexually attracted to each other as you were when you first met and the sex may be beyond better than the first few times you spent the night together, something seems to be missing. Feelings replace lust and the sheer "dirtyness" seems to disappear.
You know the feeling, at least I hope so, otherwise this post is pointless. Aloow me to explain... Think of the first time you had sex with somebody whom you have been lusting over for awhile. How fucking crazy it makes you the first time you put your cock into a girl that seems like the epitome of sexy to you. Thinking of how much you want to be with her. Thinking of how you want to explore every realm of her naked body. The pure challenge of it, meeting a girl who makes you go crazy, trying everything that you can to eventually getting her naked under your sheets... or on top of them with the lights on. However, after awhile my girl does some things that still completely blow my mind.
Last night as she entered my room wearing her pink top which perfectly exposed her cleavage in the most subtle way making me want to see more. Her skirt, which fit so perfectly, making her ass look absolutely perfect and very accessible. Her leggings, and the way they outlined the curves of her lower half, seeing the outline of her pussy made my cock throb for more.
My attitude turned slightly sour when things got steamy and I was informed of her not wanting to have sex. However, it was promptly turned around when she expressed how badly she wanted to make me cum with her mouth.
The way she took my cock out of my pants could only be described as desperate. In my years of sexual activity never has a female been so enthused to undo my belt and unbutton my pants to reveal it.
I went crazy over the way she kept eye contact with me the entire time while she ran her tongue up and down my shaft and all around the tip of my cock. The way so much of her spit dripped off of my cock, the way I could feel her open the back of her throat to take all of me, the way she still kept her tongue moving made me know how bad she wanted to please me. Her mouth was warm, slippery, and was moving on me in several different ways. I could feel the tip of my dick hitting the back of her throat, her tongue on the bottom, and her lips being wrapped around the end. The way she did it made me think she wanted me to cum more than I wanted to myself. The only word that comes to mind to explain this is "throatfucking", however she was the one controlling the pace of this. She was beyond cock hungry. Clearly, I wasn't the only one enjoying this.
The entire time my cock was in her mouth her hand was down her leggings rubbing her wet, pink clit and fingering her warm pussy. That made me realize how much she actually wanted my cock down her throat. If that wasn't enough to show me, the wet spot visible on her grey leggings showed how badly she wanted to swallow my cum.
When I did cum it was incredible. The bloodflow through my body caused the blood vessels in my ear to swell to the point that I temporarily lost my hearing. My legs were shaking and I had twitches for the next couple of minutes.
Lastly, the look on her face after she swallowed my load showed a sense of pride, completion. The way she smiled, the way that she told me how she loves to make this cock burst, the way she called it "her cock."
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Thursday, April 2, 2009
SPRING BREAK!!!
09's Spring Break has come and gone for me as I'm sure it has for most of you reading. This year I had the privilege of staying home and picking up some extra hours at my job, leaving me disgruntled while hearing stories of my friends enjoying themselves at the beach or hitting up the medical dispensaries on the left coast. Being stuck at home, I found myself constantly pondering about former excursions I have embarked on during spring breaks during the years and was hastily reminded of an event that occurred when I was fourteen that made me the happiest kid on earth for the following few weeks after.
Rewind to four years ago, I was on vacation with my parents in Florida. I was beginning to enter the "I hate my fucking family" phase that all young and angsty males seem to encounter at some point in their teen years. The trip consisted mainly of me sneaking out of the condo and smoking pot in sketchy, secluded locations (behind a dumpster, a 7/11 bathroom, behind a fence on the beach), walking the beach, and most importantly trying to meet women.
One morning towards the end of our trip I had woken up much earlier than I usually do. I had a couple of hours before my family was to wake up so I figured I would head to the beach early so I could get high and get away from my parents for a bit. Before I started the walk back from the beach to the condo unit my family was staying in I saw two girls whose tits looked like they were about ready to pop out of their bikini tops. I was wearing sunglasses, mostly to hide my blood-red eyes; however these shades proved to be quite handy while concealing my wandering eyes to check out their lovely female body parts.
Fast forward to later on that day, I'm walking the beach when I see the girls again. After going over a week without any sort of female interaction and having just smoked a copious amount of Mary Jane I talked myself into approaching these busty broads. Playful flirting suddenly got real when I found myself in an alley getting high with these girls and drinking whiskey that they had stolen from their parents. From there we went to the beach where the one of the two girls asked me if I would like to go for a swim.
The scene was almost out of a sleazy romance novel, while walking into the Gulf of Mexico I had this girl in my arms so that I could carry her out into the water. She claimed that she "wasn't tall enough to reach and was afraid of stingrays" I had no qualms with this, seeing that I was still an awkward young teenager who had hardly done anything besides kiss a girl in the way that a young girl would kiss a poster of Top Gun era Tom Cruise.
Being quite scrawny at this point in time, I got cold in the water very fast. My shivering seemed to stimulate this girl as she gripped me tighter and began playing with my hair. My assumptions turned out to be true when she giggled and mentioned something about being held by a cold guy was almost like a makeshift vibrator. Having a respectable amount of liquid courage in me I moved in for a kiss when she met me halfway. I hadn't realized until her tongue was nearly down my throat that I could feel this girl's heartbeat beating in a way that I could compare to my pulse during the first and only time that I tried cocaine.
Her hand grabbed mine and promptly placed it on the outside of her swimsuit bottom, where some swift hand movements led me to discover for the first time what a vagina feels like. I was mesmerized. I remember being harder than calculus when I started petting it in a way that only a boy who had never touched pussy before would. A few seconds later I had learned what a wet pussy felt like, while I went to rubbing it to submerging two of my fingers in as far as I could go.
I was feeling as if I was in some sort of zone while this was happening, it could very well have been the half fifth of Evan Williams and various inhalations of marijuana smoke, but when it hit me that I was fingerblasting a girl I had hardly known for an hour in the ocean I became ecstatic and maneuvered my hands in a way that left this girl twitching. This is when I became aware of the people around us, some of which were looking. This made me all sorts of paranoid, which was obvious by the look on my face. She was kind enough to tell me that I could stop if I wished because she had cum already.
While I walked onto the shore, I stumbled onto the beach a new man. I swiftly dipped and headed back to the place that I was staying. I grinned the whole walk back, as this was an experience that could never have been planned. I saw "getting some" in a way that I never had before... namely because I never had gotten any before.
The moral of this story is, if you lie about your age and partake in drug use, hot girls you meet on spring break will let you touch their private parts in large bodies of water... most likely giving them a yeast infection.
ohhh to be fourteen again.
Rewind to four years ago, I was on vacation with my parents in Florida. I was beginning to enter the "I hate my fucking family" phase that all young and angsty males seem to encounter at some point in their teen years. The trip consisted mainly of me sneaking out of the condo and smoking pot in sketchy, secluded locations (behind a dumpster, a 7/11 bathroom, behind a fence on the beach), walking the beach, and most importantly trying to meet women.
One morning towards the end of our trip I had woken up much earlier than I usually do. I had a couple of hours before my family was to wake up so I figured I would head to the beach early so I could get high and get away from my parents for a bit. Before I started the walk back from the beach to the condo unit my family was staying in I saw two girls whose tits looked like they were about ready to pop out of their bikini tops. I was wearing sunglasses, mostly to hide my blood-red eyes; however these shades proved to be quite handy while concealing my wandering eyes to check out their lovely female body parts.
Fast forward to later on that day, I'm walking the beach when I see the girls again. After going over a week without any sort of female interaction and having just smoked a copious amount of Mary Jane I talked myself into approaching these busty broads. Playful flirting suddenly got real when I found myself in an alley getting high with these girls and drinking whiskey that they had stolen from their parents. From there we went to the beach where the one of the two girls asked me if I would like to go for a swim.
The scene was almost out of a sleazy romance novel, while walking into the Gulf of Mexico I had this girl in my arms so that I could carry her out into the water. She claimed that she "wasn't tall enough to reach and was afraid of stingrays" I had no qualms with this, seeing that I was still an awkward young teenager who had hardly done anything besides kiss a girl in the way that a young girl would kiss a poster of Top Gun era Tom Cruise.
Being quite scrawny at this point in time, I got cold in the water very fast. My shivering seemed to stimulate this girl as she gripped me tighter and began playing with my hair. My assumptions turned out to be true when she giggled and mentioned something about being held by a cold guy was almost like a makeshift vibrator. Having a respectable amount of liquid courage in me I moved in for a kiss when she met me halfway. I hadn't realized until her tongue was nearly down my throat that I could feel this girl's heartbeat beating in a way that I could compare to my pulse during the first and only time that I tried cocaine.
Her hand grabbed mine and promptly placed it on the outside of her swimsuit bottom, where some swift hand movements led me to discover for the first time what a vagina feels like. I was mesmerized. I remember being harder than calculus when I started petting it in a way that only a boy who had never touched pussy before would. A few seconds later I had learned what a wet pussy felt like, while I went to rubbing it to submerging two of my fingers in as far as I could go.
I was feeling as if I was in some sort of zone while this was happening, it could very well have been the half fifth of Evan Williams and various inhalations of marijuana smoke, but when it hit me that I was fingerblasting a girl I had hardly known for an hour in the ocean I became ecstatic and maneuvered my hands in a way that left this girl twitching. This is when I became aware of the people around us, some of which were looking. This made me all sorts of paranoid, which was obvious by the look on my face. She was kind enough to tell me that I could stop if I wished because she had cum already.
While I walked onto the shore, I stumbled onto the beach a new man. I swiftly dipped and headed back to the place that I was staying. I grinned the whole walk back, as this was an experience that could never have been planned. I saw "getting some" in a way that I never had before... namely because I never had gotten any before.
The moral of this story is, if you lie about your age and partake in drug use, hot girls you meet on spring break will let you touch their private parts in large bodies of water... most likely giving them a yeast infection.
ohhh to be fourteen again.
The first post
The almighty first post, that which sets the tone for this anonymous journal for any curious reader on the internet to indulge in. Introductions are always boring so this will remain short and sweet.
The general purpose of this blog is to expose the internet to the mind of a pervert. Through stories of sleazy encounters, dirty thoughts, or just fucked up stories in general that one would normally never discuss in regular conversation. Stories that even the crudest of friends would look at you in disgust over. Stories that would make your grandmother roll in her grave over.
I hope this did a good job of setting the mood.
Keep posted, keep it sleazy.
The general purpose of this blog is to expose the internet to the mind of a pervert. Through stories of sleazy encounters, dirty thoughts, or just fucked up stories in general that one would normally never discuss in regular conversation. Stories that even the crudest of friends would look at you in disgust over. Stories that would make your grandmother roll in her grave over.
I hope this did a good job of setting the mood.
Keep posted, keep it sleazy.
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