(After writing this I feel like there's still more to say. The story is complete, yet incomplete. I'm still deeply moved by what happened. I feel like there's still so much more to say.)
Miles picked me up off the floor and gently placed me on the bed. He kissed me with a hunger I've only known in M. His hands grabbed my body, kneading my flesh, molding me. I truly felt like putty in his hands. As he lay on top of me I could feel his cock pressed against my hip, burning my skin like a branding iron.
He bent his neck to suck my nipples. As his mouth engulfed me I let out a low, guttaral moan. I felt as if life were pouring out of me, into his mouth, giving him a greater energy. The only way I could have felt more like I was providing him life is if actual milk were coming out of my breasts.
He moved down to my stomach. "So flat. I want to make it round," he hissed. I groaned.
His tongue darted into me, spreading my cunt open. I could feel how wet I was. It was dampening the sheets beneath me. His tongue lapped my wettness. My hands on his head, nails digging into his scalp.
"I need to be inside you." I looked over to where M had been sitting and noticed he was gone. I don't know when he left. Part of me wasn't sure I wanted to be alone with Miles, but all of me knew I wanted him inside me as much as he needed to be. It was undeniable. Part of me felt that M should be there to witness this connection, and my heart wanted him there because Miles' connection with me was so close to M's connection with me, but M owns my heart as well. That's the best way I can explain it. My connection with Miles was so powerful I felt I needed to share it with M because I love him above all others.
Miles flipped me over, grabbed my hips to lift them into the air. My knees were bent and parted, I rose up onto my elbows and arched my back, pushing my ass as high up as I could. His cock entered me. I felt like I'd been struck by lightning. I was on fire. I was full. It was if all of Miles was inside all of me. He filled my body.
I looked over my shoulder so I could take in all of him. His legs were outside of mine, feet planted on the bed, his knees close to my hips. His hands gripped my hips as his groin bounced off my ass. His cock pistoned in and out of me with a purpose. Miles' eyes were incredibly intense. Sweat poured off him. I realized I was weeping.
My head was somewhere else. Floating above us. It was as if I were watching from outside my body, and the scene I was seeing was incredible. An epiphany. Miles was fucking me with a purpose. We were both being satisfied. We had a reason for our union.
I was lost in my own place, yet extremely aware of Miles. I felt in my core that my place was to hold back my own orgasm until Miles reached his, yet I didn't feel like I was holding back. I was being pulled in every direction by a force I couldn't control.
Miles thrust into me, pushing deeper than he had been, and suddenly we were both exploding. If I felt completely full when he entered me, I was blossoming now. We moaned, then screamed. Harmonious, musical, lyrical cries of passion and release. Growth. Birth.
Life.
Friday, March 26, 2010
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Primal Urges (Part 1)
(I intended to write this as one entry, but it's been difficult. I'll try to have the conclusion up in the next day or two.)
Last night I had an experience that had such an effect on me that it kept me up most of the night thinking about it and replaying it over and over in my head. Other than M, I have never felt this kind of a connection to anyone.
M and I were out to dinner at a place we go to frequently for both dinner and drinks. It's one of those places that you see the same people there all the time. While we were eating, sitting at the bar I noticed a man I'd seen there many times before. Attractive, mid-30's, alone. He kept looking at me, making eye contact. I felt like he was looking into me in some way.
Before our coffee came I got up to go to the ladies room. When I came out the man from the bar was outside the door.
"I've seen you and your husband here before."
I don't usually feel the need to go into detail about our relationship, so I didn't explain that M isn't my husband. "Yes, we come here often."
"I've seen you leave with other men. You swing?"
Again, not wanting to explain, "Something like that." I felt compelled to answer him with as much honesty as I could provide in as little detail as possible. I could feel my body reacting to him. My nipples were hard and tingling. Had I been seated I would have been squirming.
"I need... to fuck you tonight."
I looked at him. His eyes were intense. Full of a need and desire I could read in the deepest recesses of my id. There was no need to question him. I understood.
He went on, "I could smell you from across the room. I smelled you when you came in. I've smelled you before. Your sex is strong. I've smelled you before. I've watched you and your husband before, enough that I know you understand." I did. I understood very well.
I told him we'd be ready to leave shortly and would meet him at the bar, then I went back to our table and told M what had happened, and how I felt. M looked to him at the bar and nodded. We paid the check, got up and left and he followed.
As the three of us walked, he spoke to M as if I were a commodity. "She's not on birth control?" His candidness should have shocked me, but it didn't.
"Non-hormonal IUD."
"Mmm. It doesn't interfere with her pheromones. Her scent is strong. I never would have guessed."
M wasn't disturbed by this conversation either. He knew he was one of us, just as well as I did. Even recalling last night's events now I feel myself aroused in such a completely different way than my usual "hook-up" turns me on.
We arrived at our apartment, introductions were made, M shook his hand, told him to take good care of me, and retired to our bedroom. I'll call my new friend "Miles."
I walked up the stairs to the playroom, Miles followed. I sat on the bed and silently watched as he undressed. His cock was already erect, and I had to resist the urge to kiss it. I knew it wasn't my place to act on my urges this time. He came to me, told me to stand up, and quickly removed all of my clothes. He told me to get M so he could inspect me in his presence. My knees were weak as I went down to our bedroom, and I was nearly in tears as I told M of Miles' request. I wasn't upset, but overcome with the emotion of the connection. M carried me up to Miles, hugged me, and told me I was safe, and everthing would be okay, and he loved me. He sat on one of the chairs in the room and watches as Miles proceeded to roughly inspect my breasts and pussy, fingering me, sniffing, tasting, pinching, pulling. He admired my hips and told M they were fit for birthing babies, then told M my breasts would look spectacular full of milk.
I was dizzy with desire, and sank to my knees.
Last night I had an experience that had such an effect on me that it kept me up most of the night thinking about it and replaying it over and over in my head. Other than M, I have never felt this kind of a connection to anyone.
M and I were out to dinner at a place we go to frequently for both dinner and drinks. It's one of those places that you see the same people there all the time. While we were eating, sitting at the bar I noticed a man I'd seen there many times before. Attractive, mid-30's, alone. He kept looking at me, making eye contact. I felt like he was looking into me in some way.
Before our coffee came I got up to go to the ladies room. When I came out the man from the bar was outside the door.
"I've seen you and your husband here before."
I don't usually feel the need to go into detail about our relationship, so I didn't explain that M isn't my husband. "Yes, we come here often."
"I've seen you leave with other men. You swing?"
Again, not wanting to explain, "Something like that." I felt compelled to answer him with as much honesty as I could provide in as little detail as possible. I could feel my body reacting to him. My nipples were hard and tingling. Had I been seated I would have been squirming.
"I need... to fuck you tonight."
I looked at him. His eyes were intense. Full of a need and desire I could read in the deepest recesses of my id. There was no need to question him. I understood.
He went on, "I could smell you from across the room. I smelled you when you came in. I've smelled you before. Your sex is strong. I've smelled you before. I've watched you and your husband before, enough that I know you understand." I did. I understood very well.
I told him we'd be ready to leave shortly and would meet him at the bar, then I went back to our table and told M what had happened, and how I felt. M looked to him at the bar and nodded. We paid the check, got up and left and he followed.
As the three of us walked, he spoke to M as if I were a commodity. "She's not on birth control?" His candidness should have shocked me, but it didn't.
"Non-hormonal IUD."
"Mmm. It doesn't interfere with her pheromones. Her scent is strong. I never would have guessed."
M wasn't disturbed by this conversation either. He knew he was one of us, just as well as I did. Even recalling last night's events now I feel myself aroused in such a completely different way than my usual "hook-up" turns me on.
We arrived at our apartment, introductions were made, M shook his hand, told him to take good care of me, and retired to our bedroom. I'll call my new friend "Miles."
I walked up the stairs to the playroom, Miles followed. I sat on the bed and silently watched as he undressed. His cock was already erect, and I had to resist the urge to kiss it. I knew it wasn't my place to act on my urges this time. He came to me, told me to stand up, and quickly removed all of my clothes. He told me to get M so he could inspect me in his presence. My knees were weak as I went down to our bedroom, and I was nearly in tears as I told M of Miles' request. I wasn't upset, but overcome with the emotion of the connection. M carried me up to Miles, hugged me, and told me I was safe, and everthing would be okay, and he loved me. He sat on one of the chairs in the room and watches as Miles proceeded to roughly inspect my breasts and pussy, fingering me, sniffing, tasting, pinching, pulling. He admired my hips and told M they were fit for birthing babies, then told M my breasts would look spectacular full of milk.
I was dizzy with desire, and sank to my knees.
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Older Again
The other morning, the older gentleman I met on CL back in December emailed me to see if I was free that afternoon, as he had a brief window of opportunity for us to meet. Luckily I was free during the time he needed me to be available, and with a warning from him that it would be brief and satisfying, I hopped into a cab wearing a skirt per his request.
When I arrived he pulled me into a small bedroom with a double bed and pushed me down onto it. He lifted my skirt and pulled my panties aside and attacked my cunt with a hunger. His eagerness was a complete turn-on for me. I reached down and rubbed my clit as he ate me to orgasm.
While I was still cumming, he got up on his knees behind me, pulled my by my hips, and plunged his cock into my. Holy fuck it felt fantastic. His thick cock filled me wonderfully, and his urgent thrusts excited me. My clit was being pounded by his pendulous balls each time he thrust into me. His hands were under my shirt, fingers digging into my tits.
Suddenly he was grunting and I felt his cum errupt into my hole. I came hard, milking his cock as he collapsed on top of me.
I cleaned up and got my clothes in order. He apologized for the urgency, and for not having time again to fist me, but I assured him I enjoyed it, and looked forward to seeing him again.
When I arrived he pulled me into a small bedroom with a double bed and pushed me down onto it. He lifted my skirt and pulled my panties aside and attacked my cunt with a hunger. His eagerness was a complete turn-on for me. I reached down and rubbed my clit as he ate me to orgasm.
While I was still cumming, he got up on his knees behind me, pulled my by my hips, and plunged his cock into my. Holy fuck it felt fantastic. His thick cock filled me wonderfully, and his urgent thrusts excited me. My clit was being pounded by his pendulous balls each time he thrust into me. His hands were under my shirt, fingers digging into my tits.
Suddenly he was grunting and I felt his cum errupt into my hole. I came hard, milking his cock as he collapsed on top of me.
I cleaned up and got my clothes in order. He apologized for the urgency, and for not having time again to fist me, but I assured him I enjoyed it, and looked forward to seeing him again.
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Neil
The other day Neil, of Missy and Neil, came over alone. M and I had seen them both once since our Christmas adventure, and it was in public, so there was no naked fun, but plenty of good sexual tension. Neil called me and said he was craving some fun and Missy had been under the weather and gave him her blessing to see if I'd take care of him. What a good wife!
There was no hesitation between either of us when he arrived. He immediately pushed me down, took his cock out, and stuffed it in my mouth. I sucked hungrily as I gagged on it. While I sucked he finally got his pants off, allowing my fingers to claw at his ass, eventually slipping one into his asshole. I sucked and licked his balls as he pulled my hair and slapped his cock over my face. My face was buried behind his balls as I bit and devoured him. One of my hands was buried in my panties, furiously rubing my clit and stuffing my cunt.
BEfore I knew what was happening he'd shoved me to the floor, pulled my hips up to get my ass in the air, and shoved his cock deep into my asshole. The only lube was my spit from sucking him and I was completly mentally unprepared. It hurt but it hurt so fucking good. I let out a good long moan as he pounded away at me. When I got my bearings I was able to take my shirt off giving me access to my rock hard nipples. I pinched them long and hard as best I could while Neil slammed me from behind, calling me names and slapping my ass.
He let out an animalistic grunt as his cum filled my tight little shitter. I slapped my clit and exploded, a slick stream coating my thighs. We colapsed breathlessly on the floor, satisfied and filthy.
There was no hesitation between either of us when he arrived. He immediately pushed me down, took his cock out, and stuffed it in my mouth. I sucked hungrily as I gagged on it. While I sucked he finally got his pants off, allowing my fingers to claw at his ass, eventually slipping one into his asshole. I sucked and licked his balls as he pulled my hair and slapped his cock over my face. My face was buried behind his balls as I bit and devoured him. One of my hands was buried in my panties, furiously rubing my clit and stuffing my cunt.
BEfore I knew what was happening he'd shoved me to the floor, pulled my hips up to get my ass in the air, and shoved his cock deep into my asshole. The only lube was my spit from sucking him and I was completly mentally unprepared. It hurt but it hurt so fucking good. I let out a good long moan as he pounded away at me. When I got my bearings I was able to take my shirt off giving me access to my rock hard nipples. I pinched them long and hard as best I could while Neil slammed me from behind, calling me names and slapping my ass.
He let out an animalistic grunt as his cum filled my tight little shitter. I slapped my clit and exploded, a slick stream coating my thighs. We colapsed breathlessly on the floor, satisfied and filthy.
Friday, March 5, 2010
formspring.me
Hello, I'm new to your blog. I'm a girl who loves barebacking as well. The thing is I *really* worry about STDs so I find it difficult to do the bareback thing outside a relationship. How do you handle this?-Naive London Girl
This question has been sitting in my inbox for a while, and I've been trying to figure out how to best answer it, particularly since it's from another blogger that I love following.
*sigh* It's a tough one.
Believe me, I do really, truly, honestly worry about STDs. I do. The hate mail I get would make you think I'm out there spreading all kinds of cooties, but if all the hate mail I got were true, I'd be a rich, rich girl.
If you could ask any of my friends, they'd tell you I was almost psychic, or a mind reader. I wouldn't go that far, but I will admit, ok - brag, that I am an excellent judge of people. I can spot a liar from a mile away. So, I just flat out ask whether someone has anything I need to know about. I've told quite a few men that I didn't believe them when they told me they were clean, and walked away from them. If I've ever had any feeling at all that something was amiss, I go with it. Follow your gut instincts. I'd much rather miss out on an orgasm than miss out on life. Don't be afraid to change your mind at any point, even mid-nakedness.
Even though I don't post every single detail here, I do try to talk to my partners enough to get a good feel for them. This helps me weed out the liars. They're out there. Trust no one but yourself.
Thursday, March 4, 2010
formspring.me
Have you ever in your life barebacked with with someone other than M without any contraception invovled?
I have, but it was years ago - in my teens. Absolutely irresponsible of me.
We miss you!
Thanks! I've missed writing, but I'm back!
I recently read going back through your blog, that M was your first, have you been with him since then; or have you gone and come back to him?
We've known each other all our lives, and first had sex in our early teens. We continued it on a fairly regular basis, but dated others until I was in college. We've been officially together since.
will you please post photos from time to time? It need not show your face. Thanks!
Sorry, it's not a risk we'd like to take. Not that either of us are ever nude in our professional lives, but it's just not a chance we want to take that somehow someone may recognize us in any way at all.
Vacation
Aaaahhh... I'm sorry it's been so long. We took a nice, long exotic vacation, and it's taken me some time to get back to reality.
Since we were traveling in a foreign, exotic land, neither of us ventured to have a
taste of the natives. We just think it's a little too risky in some populations to go local. Instead we had three weeks of amazing, intense, raw sex with each other. Just M and I. It was nice. There wasn't a day we didn't fuck at least 3 times... in our room, on the beach (which I'm not usually a fan of - who needs sand all up in your business?), in the rain forest.
I've only been back for a few days and don't have any new stories to tell, either. But, I'll be seeing a friend later today. ;)
BG
Since we were traveling in a foreign, exotic land, neither of us ventured to have a
taste of the natives. We just think it's a little too risky in some populations to go local. Instead we had three weeks of amazing, intense, raw sex with each other. Just M and I. It was nice. There wasn't a day we didn't fuck at least 3 times... in our room, on the beach (which I'm not usually a fan of - who needs sand all up in your business?), in the rain forest. I've only been back for a few days and don't have any new stories to tell, either. But, I'll be seeing a friend later today. ;)
BG
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