The next day while Cal was attending to his business agenda, I took the opportunity to go sightseeing, as I'd never been to Berlin before. Cal was up and out before me, but he left me some very specific instructions before he'd gone. On the bathroom counter he'd left a small butt plug, and a set of one inch diameter Ben-Wa Balls. I haven't used Ben-Wa Balls in a long time, so I was very excited to see them there. Cal's instructions were that I was to insert the plug and the balls before venturing out for the day. I was to leave them in until he removed them, and I was not to allow myself to orgasm before he returned in the evening.
I spent the day around the city, and was quite comfortable. I'd never done so much walking with Ben-Wa Balls inserted, and it was a very curious feeling. I have excellent muscle control, so I didn't have to work too hard, or concentrate too much on holding on to them. They had just enough wiggle and weight to keep me on edge and aroused all day.
Cal and I met for dinner, and while dining he questioned me as to whether I'd followed his instructions and still had his gifts inserted. He was very happy, and unsurprised that I still did, and that I hadn't yet cum. As if I wasn't already aroused enough, talking about it turned me on even more. Dinner was a long, drawn-out event, full of heavy German food. Any other time I probably would have been too tired to fuck after, but by the time we finished the meal I was completely aroused and couldn't wait to get his cock in me.
Once back in the room Cal made me strip for him and inspected my ass and cunt to make sure the plug and balls were still in place. He then instructed me to get on my hands and knees in the middle of the bed. The drapes were wide open, and all the lights in our room were on. The room face another tall building, and anyone looking out could clearly see what was going on in our room. Cal removed the butt plug with an audible pop, and shoved it in my mouth. Then his cock pushed past the Ben-Wa balls as he fucked me roughly. I came in an instant, and I came hard, nearly passing out. Cal didn't stop. I took such a pounding that night. I came over and over again before he even came once. When he finally exploded in me, I was so spent I barely noticed. It wasn't until he stuffed his cum-coated cock into my mouth that I was positive he'd already cum.
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Friday, January 22, 2010
Cal and BG Go to Germany
Last week work was slow for me, and Cal had to fly to Germany for a few days for business, and asked me to meet him there. I happily obliged. He'd been seeing a girl who without explanation suddenly decided to go from a bareback relationship to condoms all the time, even for oral sex. After denying her any sex for several days because she wouldn't explain change of heart, she said she'd been unfaithful. She claimed she used condoms with the other guy, and felt guilty that she hadn't been using them with Cal. Her story made no sense, so Cal ended the relationship, and was tested. I'd warned him that she sounded like a drama queen when he first met her, and drama she was. Results came back clean.
Cal needed to fuck his anger out. My cunt was thankful for the fucking it got. He arrived the day before me, and I was able to go directly to his hotel room. In the room there were instructions for me to be showered, have my pussy completely hairless if it wasn't already, put on lots of makeup - heavy on the mascara, insert the butt plug he'd left for me, and put on a mask and ear muffs he'd left for me, and lay on the bed and wait. I was to be ready by 2pm. I took a nice long bath, followed by a shower. I dried and styled my long hair, put my makeup on, oiled the buttplug and inserted it (God it felt good), put on the mask, and finally the ear muffs. The ear muffs completely deafened me. I tested the sound by turning the television on and turning the sound way up, and I couldn't hear a thing. I arranged the pillows behind me, and laid back to wait.
Time passed slowly. I believe I'd laid there for about 2 hours when I sensed the door had opened, because the temperature in the room changed just a bit. Since I was essentially blind and deaf, my other senses were heightened, and I felt small breezes as Cal moved about the room. Suddenly he was on top of me, my hands pinned above my head, his knees forcing my thighs apart, his cock thrust deep into me. He bit my nipples over and over. His bites were so rough he tore one of my nipples. The pain made me cum. My orgasm made Cal mad, and he bit me again. He drew my breast into his mouth and bit my flesh. Hard. I still have bruises from his teeth. I get wet when when I touch the bruises.
He flipped me over and fucked me from behind, his thrusts making him bump the plug filling my ass. Electric shocks went through me, and my next orgasm was building, but I held back. He leaned forward and bit my back, and told me he was going to fill my cunt because I was just a good little whore taking his abuse, not making him wear a disgusting condom. I begged him to fill me. I needed his cum in me. I looked over my shoulder at him, and begged him to cum.
Cal roared as he came. He pulled the plug from me and hit me in the face with it. I came hard, my pussy like a vise around his cock, milking every drop from him as we both collapsed on the bed.
Cal needed to fuck his anger out. My cunt was thankful for the fucking it got. He arrived the day before me, and I was able to go directly to his hotel room. In the room there were instructions for me to be showered, have my pussy completely hairless if it wasn't already, put on lots of makeup - heavy on the mascara, insert the butt plug he'd left for me, and put on a mask and ear muffs he'd left for me, and lay on the bed and wait. I was to be ready by 2pm. I took a nice long bath, followed by a shower. I dried and styled my long hair, put my makeup on, oiled the buttplug and inserted it (God it felt good), put on the mask, and finally the ear muffs. The ear muffs completely deafened me. I tested the sound by turning the television on and turning the sound way up, and I couldn't hear a thing. I arranged the pillows behind me, and laid back to wait.
Time passed slowly. I believe I'd laid there for about 2 hours when I sensed the door had opened, because the temperature in the room changed just a bit. Since I was essentially blind and deaf, my other senses were heightened, and I felt small breezes as Cal moved about the room. Suddenly he was on top of me, my hands pinned above my head, his knees forcing my thighs apart, his cock thrust deep into me. He bit my nipples over and over. His bites were so rough he tore one of my nipples. The pain made me cum. My orgasm made Cal mad, and he bit me again. He drew my breast into his mouth and bit my flesh. Hard. I still have bruises from his teeth. I get wet when when I touch the bruises.
He flipped me over and fucked me from behind, his thrusts making him bump the plug filling my ass. Electric shocks went through me, and my next orgasm was building, but I held back. He leaned forward and bit my back, and told me he was going to fill my cunt because I was just a good little whore taking his abuse, not making him wear a disgusting condom. I begged him to fill me. I needed his cum in me. I looked over my shoulder at him, and begged him to cum.
Cal roared as he came. He pulled the plug from me and hit me in the face with it. I came hard, my pussy like a vise around his cock, milking every drop from him as we both collapsed on the bed.
Thursday, January 21, 2010
formspring.me
Have you ever been to the superhero supply store in Brooklyn?
No, I gave up crime fighting for a life of debauchery. I am neither superhero nor villain.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
formspring.me
What's the point of having an "ask me anything" if every answer is a variation of "I won't tell you," "you're an idiot" or "go fuck yourself?"
Because for every one time I answer these questions that I've answered without an answer, there are 30 more of the same question in my inbox.
Because I've already answered a lot of these questions on my blog.
If you don't like my answers, no one's making you continue reading. You're free to click that little red dot in the upper left hand corner to exit my page.
Seriously, for every one question I answer here, there are 10 that I delete. I try to answer the questions that are most commonly asked, or are interesting to a broad audience. I cannot possibly answer every single one.
As for the "ask me anything" part: it's a default of the formspring.me system. I can't change it. You can ask me anything. But, I don't have to answer. As for everyone being idiots: most people are. It's a fact of life. I have no tolerance for bad spelling, poor grammar, or rudeness. Most of the questions I've been asked via formspring.me fall into one of more of those categories.
Could you show me where I said, "Go fuck yourself?" Please?
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
formspring.me
What was your first time like with a guy? With a girl? And of course, first time anal (which I don't see on the site as yet)?Lastly, what are your measurements?
None of your business. None of your business. None of your business. Lastly, definitely none of your business. Get real. The picture to the left is me. Enjoy.
As I answered to a previous question, I will not do request blogs, and your first three questions fall under that umbrella.
I got my girlfriend to cuckold me and I absolutely love it. However, she won't fuck other guys without a condom. She is worried about catching something. I'd like to change her mind. Any advice for me on how we can have bareback fun yet also be safe?
I'm not here to change anyone's mind about bareback sex. If she chooses not to, I don't advise you to try to change her mind. It's not a "we" that will be having bareback fun, it's her. I don't advocate anyone taking any risk they don't want to take.
Monday, January 18, 2010
formspring.me
Let's just say hypothetically one of you gets sick and inevitently gives it to the other. Would you check who was patient zero ie. who didn't screen their partners or just had plain bad luck. Just a random thought.
You truly need to become familiar with the concepts of spell-check, the rules grammar, and punctuation.
The odds that both of us got sick at the same time are probably pretty slim, so we'd know who got it first, if we both even got an STD.
Even though it wasn't asked, should either of us ever get an STD we would both cease living the way we do right now, and would inform as many partners as we could of our issue.
Have you ever dealt with jealousy? Are there any times you've felt jealous of anyone involved with M? Or vice versa?
We've both been jealous of others. Any relationship that causes a problem with our relationship ends.
Saturday, January 16, 2010
formspring.me
Do you consider yourself polyamorous?
Not really. Although both M and I have regular other partners, there's no regularity to the relationships, no arranged or set pattern to when we see them. Neither does either of us have anywhere close to the same feelings for others as we do for one another.
While for some the relationship that M and I have could and would be considered polyamory, we both feel that *for us* polyamory means you care for and treat all partners equally. Although M and I are not married, we've been together for a very long time, and many people just assume we are. Neither of us has that type of relationship with anyone else.
In your open relations with M, is there such a thing as "cheating"? -Amy
Absolutely. M and I are completely, 100% open and honest about each and every one of our sexual encounters. Who, what, where, how... all of it is out in the open. In detail. If either of us have ever disapproved of the others' choice of partner for any reason, we respect the other and don't carry on with that partner. The same goes for specific acts, whether it's a 100% blanket disapproval of certain acts, or a disapproval of a particular act with a particular partner.
If either of us ever hid a relationship or an encounter from the other, we'd consider it cheating and an absolute breach of the trust a relationship like this takes to work.
Friday, January 15, 2010
Baiting Craislist
I've noticed in my perusal of CL lately that there has been an upswing in ads for "raw" and "bareback" sex. Interesting, hmmm? I've emailed these ads from a few different email addresses, and the response is always from the same guy. I wouldn't have even responded to this guy's ads at all normally because the ads are so poorly written, not to mention I rarely respond to ads purely asking for raw or bareback, but I was "intrigued" by this sudden flood of ads.
Curiously, I've gotten a lot of hits on my blog from the same IP address that this gentleman's email comes from.
Does anyone out there really think I'm that gullible?
Curiously, I've gotten a lot of hits on my blog from the same IP address that this gentleman's email comes from.
Does anyone out there really think I'm that gullible?
formspring.me
have you ever been gang banged? if so will you please post a highly detailed blog about it?
I'm not sure if the continued questions asking about specific things followed by "please post a highly detailed blog about it" are from the same person or not, but I will not blog by request. Sorry. That's not what this blog is about.
What is the perfect length/girth for you?
Has a woman ever actually measured your cock to even check your length and girth?
Seriously, boys, only you care about the size of a cock. Unless you're dropping your shorts and you're hung like a flea, we women don't really care about the size of your cock.
formspring.me
Do you and how often do you go for bikini waxing?
I get waxed every 4 to 6 weeks, and trim up in between on my own.
Do you ever go to swinger parties or orgies?
No.
would you stop swinging if M asked you to?
Yes, absolutely.
Thursday, January 14, 2010
formspring.me
How old are you and how old is M? Also, do you work or do we just not get to read about it.
My age is right there at the top of the blog. M is a few years older than me.
Yes, I work. This blog isn't about my work.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
formspring.me
How many sexual partners have you had? How many have spermed in your pussy? Who are your favourite lovers?
I've probably had in the neighborhood of two- to four hundred partners. I don't keep track of that, nor do I keep track of how many have "spermed in my pussy."
M is and will always be my favorite.
Monday, January 11, 2010
formspring.me
Any tips and pointers for someone looking to start responding to CL casual encounters ads? How to stay safe and still have fun?
Honestly, I just seem to have good intuition when it comes to CL ads. Of course, I have a quirky little set of rules as well.
First, I start with the titles:
1. I don't even open any ads that have titles written all in caps.
2. No ads that mention kitty, roses, skiing, snow, $, $ in place of an S in any word, bunny, party, roll, or 420. There are others, but those are off the top of my head.
3. Bad spelling, cutesy spelling, numbers instead of words and text-speak get passed right by. If your ad says, "Needs sum1 2 relate 2" sorry, I'm definitely not her. Yes, spelling counts with me.
Once I do find an ad who's title is enough to make me open it, the worthiness is scrutinized again.
I pass ads by if:
1. it's a one liner.
2. there's a pic and it's one I've seen in 400 other ads over the years.
3. you demand "no picture, no reply" or "must include phone number for response."
I like an ad that says something to me. If the writer took their time to write something intelligent and intriguing, then they're looking to spend their time in a worthwhile way, and not just placing an ad in hopes that they'll get pictures of naked women emailed to them.
When I respond I keep it short and sweet. Two or three sentences: I respond in a manner that shows I actually read the ad, I provide the information the ad requested, and I say something about myself. If the email exchange goes well, I get a good feel for the person, it moves to the next level. This is RARE.
The only time most of these rules go out the window is if I'm looking for phone sex on CL. Another rarity. Spelling still does count, and turn that cap lock off. I also like to exchange a few emails before I'll call someone for a hot phone fuck, just to make sure there's a brain in there. And, if I get on the phone with you and you whisper, sound like you're reading from a script, or say nothing, I'm hanging up.
As for being safe: meet in a public place and spend some quality time chatting before you decide to fuck them. Does this ensure that you're not going home with Ted Bundy or Aileen Wuornos? Of course not, but I believe it lessens the chance of that. I also tell someone (usually M or Keith) where I'm going when I go on a CL meet.
Ad for men reading the W4M ads, at least on Craigslist in NYC, don't bother. 95% of them are fakes. I can't speak for other cities.
Sunday, January 10, 2010
A Visit With Cal
Cal has been working in Washington DC. We've seen each other a few times since he's been assigned there, and we've enjoyed each others' company as always. It had been a few weeks since I saw him, and I was craving him. On Wednesday, I decided to take a drive down to DC to visit him.
I arrived at my hotel while he was still at work. The hotel had an in-house spa, so I decided to take advantage and had a ginger rub massage while I waited. Completely relaxed and refreshed a few hours later, I curled up on the bed and fell asleep for a nap before Cal arrived.
Cal let himself in (I'd left a key card at the desk for him) and whispered to me to stay right where I was while he took a quick shower. Always one to follow his orders, I anxiously waited, curled up nude in the middle of the king size bed. Moments later he quietly came out of the bathroom. I could feel his heat as he curled up behind me and took me in his arms, caressing me gently. I relaxed further and melted into him. As I was about to fall back to sleep as he touched me softly, his mood and actions changed to the agressive Cal I adore.
One hand closed around my throat as the other roughly spread my cunt. His cock violated me as he twisted my clit. My breathing was restricted and I began to feel dizzy as he abused my hole with his cock. I didn't know whether the dizziness was due to lack of oxygen, or the lust that completely overcame me. I wanted more. He was hurting me, but it wasn't enough. I clawed at his hand around my throat and drew blood. This garnered a stinging slap to the tits. I clawed again, this time at his face. Another slap to the tits, harder this time. I reached back and clawed at any flesh I could find, digging my nails in and raking them over his smooth skin. His fingers squeezed by left breast so hard I have a lovely purple bruise four days later, growing darker still.
His hand let go of my throat because I began to go limp, my face pale. Had my lipstick not covered them, Cal said he feared my lips weren't far from being blue. I drew in a breath as he renewed his vigorous fucking. We moved so that I was on my knees, one of his hands in my hair, the other stretching my asshole. Reaching back beneath me, I slapped his balls as hard as I could. In response he spit on my asshole and added a fourth finger to my burning hole, soon followed by his thumb, then his entire fist filled me.
I came hard. A moment later his cock exploded in me. I could feel him pumping, pulsing, his veiny cock throbbing. Quickly he flipped me over and stuffed his cock in my mouth, which I eagerly sucked clean.
I arrived at my hotel while he was still at work. The hotel had an in-house spa, so I decided to take advantage and had a ginger rub massage while I waited. Completely relaxed and refreshed a few hours later, I curled up on the bed and fell asleep for a nap before Cal arrived.
Cal let himself in (I'd left a key card at the desk for him) and whispered to me to stay right where I was while he took a quick shower. Always one to follow his orders, I anxiously waited, curled up nude in the middle of the king size bed. Moments later he quietly came out of the bathroom. I could feel his heat as he curled up behind me and took me in his arms, caressing me gently. I relaxed further and melted into him. As I was about to fall back to sleep as he touched me softly, his mood and actions changed to the agressive Cal I adore.
One hand closed around my throat as the other roughly spread my cunt. His cock violated me as he twisted my clit. My breathing was restricted and I began to feel dizzy as he abused my hole with his cock. I didn't know whether the dizziness was due to lack of oxygen, or the lust that completely overcame me. I wanted more. He was hurting me, but it wasn't enough. I clawed at his hand around my throat and drew blood. This garnered a stinging slap to the tits. I clawed again, this time at his face. Another slap to the tits, harder this time. I reached back and clawed at any flesh I could find, digging my nails in and raking them over his smooth skin. His fingers squeezed by left breast so hard I have a lovely purple bruise four days later, growing darker still.
His hand let go of my throat because I began to go limp, my face pale. Had my lipstick not covered them, Cal said he feared my lips weren't far from being blue. I drew in a breath as he renewed his vigorous fucking. We moved so that I was on my knees, one of his hands in my hair, the other stretching my asshole. Reaching back beneath me, I slapped his balls as hard as I could. In response he spit on my asshole and added a fourth finger to my burning hole, soon followed by his thumb, then his entire fist filled me.
I came hard. A moment later his cock exploded in me. I could feel him pumping, pulsing, his veiny cock throbbing. Quickly he flipped me over and stuffed his cock in my mouth, which I eagerly sucked clean.
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