This is the 2nd part of my Perfect Ending for a Good Week-End post.
Sorry folks for leaving you hanging. I'm so swamped lately my head is going to explode.
But I promised to finish the recollection of my week-end and hold my promise I will.
So after this Saturday of hard labor, only broken here and then to please myself, and to finally end up crazy frustrated and bummed because my friends didn't show up and I was too exhausted to go out, I just spent the rest of the night studying. I had papers to mark and papers to write, and I crammed like a Carl Lewis.
I was done my 5AM and slept like a big fat racoon until noon, at which point I watched TV for the day.
Fascinating, isn't it? Well, mind you, I had fun, and that's all I care about.
But then came the evening and I was decided to go crazy, in many ways. So I got dressed to kill: stilettos, dark tights, black mini-skirt, pink and black short-dress on top, black mascara, black eyeliner, straightened hair with brown hair-extensions to get mixed-bangs, shiny gloss on one cheek, deeo-pink lip-gloss, the whole nine yards kids!
It took me an hour to get ready but when I was done I was pretty satisfied with myself.
Then I headed straight for the kill, as I was in no mood for games. Or at least not futile ones. I had to make up for my wrecked Saturday. I went to one of my favourite clubs. Not that much a super-party night-club. It's more a very classy (and pricey) lounge place, with several floors, and where the bottom floor is actually know for its dating atmosphere. It opens on a patio with fountains, dim lighting and there are several bars.
There I went and hunted bravely. I went alone, so it's always a bit tricky. If you're not in the mood to make openings, you end up alone like the sucker that you are. Of course I will have (and yes, I consider myself lucky and thank the Lord that I am attractive! Must be a bummer when no one ever asks you out or courts you...) some guys and girls coming up to me occasionally, but if you have a clear idea of what you WANT, well you're probably not getting it if you wait. Then if you are alone and too aggressive, you definitely come out as the bar's slut. Not that there's anything wrong with it! But there are several kinds. If you are the teenage bar slut, you just look like an easy but very annoying prey, who tries WAY too hard. If you are over 30, you look like the even easier prey, but with more attitude and who will give you lip for anything, so maybe in the end predators would go for the annoying one. If you're in-between... then we're talking. Except... then why are you alone. Something is fishy, and the wolves know it.
It's all about the flirting. Silent or noisy. How you smoothly join conversations, or boldly invade them to own them and scare away the sick birds of the flock. How you quietly face an opponent and mouth what you'd do to them or pretend to laugh at something you thought was a joke - when it actually meant "I wanna stick my dick in your ass!"
I like that part. Usually, in this place, I go for the main bar of the ground floor, when I'm alone. I jsut lean over the bar while I order and get to talk to whoever is close to me. Works better with a cleavage, girls. Catches the attention right away. Or for a longer but more secure approach, I order a first drink, then don't touch it and pretend to be busy looking around until I lock "inadvertently" on a target on the opposite side of the bar. Then the silent flirting begins. Eyeing, head-tilting, shy smile, mysterious smile, restrained laughter, rolling eyes, mouthing small-talk, and finally playing "the what? what? WHATTTT? I cannn't hear you..." and here they come.
Of course it depends on the target. You will of course sense it. That works fine on shy and mormal guys and gals, and depending on their social skills you'll have to play it softer. If it's the aggressive type of opponent, you have to play it rougher - usually, I've come to realize that actually mimicking sucking a guy's cock (to a girl or a guy! it surprisingly works for both... in different ways!) is a good ice-breaker. I'm not kidding you!
And you directly scare off the ones who waste your time.
That night it worked like a charm. It was a fairly tall, European looking guy. I thought something like Belgian or French. Tall, but not extra tall. Well-dressed, but not posh or pretentious. Casual manners, not embarrassed by protocol, but with aptitude and enough confidence. Not in his usual bar, but feeling at home. Not groomed like a gay-hairdresser, but obviously careful about his appearance - not going for enhancing his looks, but to want to make a good, durable impression (the best!).
I sat on the other side of the bar, locked in, and jumped back a little as I "realized" we were looking at each other. "Sorry" I mouthed. "Didn't mean to stare, I was drifting!".
He waved a mixture of apology ("naw, it was me!") and non-chalant forgiveness ("so what if you were looking? No harm done, and maybe"). He looked away, looked again ("so what if you were looking anyway, huh").
Looked away.
Waited.
Looked again. I smiled, acknowledging his attraction.
"-what's your name?", I mouth?
"-T..."
"-huh??"
-"T-I-M. Tim.", he spelled and mouthed back, slower.
"-ohhhhh. Cool."
pause
he nods.
I spell "K-C", ostensibly, and writing in the end with small motions of my arm, while I keep staring at him, my chin and neck resting a little on the inner side of my arm, as if I were a bit shy.
"-K-C??"
"-huhuh."
"-cool... [realizes I said that]... cute"
I smile a little, look away, a little embarrassed - really, actually. This was a very fun flirt.
I look again, I notice his eyes moved a little and he had eyed my whole torso for the first time. Gentleman, but not blind. Or player enough to show that he notices good things. Good.
"Come over here", I mouth, tilting my head. "Let's talk, I'm alone."
Tim hesitates. He gets slowly off his seat, but looks left and right, not yet going around the bar. Checking for friends? An ex-gf? Or just shy. I think Tim is just a bit shy.
I wave him a come on, curling my index and pretend to look somewhere else, so he thinks I don't notice his hesitation anymore. Giving him a gentle push.
A hand gently touches my shoulder. Really? Touchy? I thought shy-Tim would go for just a verbal approach.
Dammit. It's not TIM! It's another guy. I panic just a bit and look around for Tim. Then realize I am an idiot and might actually have it easier right now, and shouldn't burn an occasion without considering it. The guy is unfortunately not as good looking. Not as well-dressed. His touch was nice though. Not too firm.
But he's no Tim. Shy-Tim had something special. Something that said "I look like closed book, thin book, but I've the depth of an encyclopedia entirely written in verse."
I salute and reply without thinking to nameless-pretender-number-1 and look around for Tim. No a Tim in sight. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK!!
"Hey Cayce, " I hear in my back, now from the other side, sighing with relief "Am I interrupting?"
Cute. He thinks of asking if he's interrupting instead of being bold. Or he's natural. It's nice either way. Not intruding. But not giving up. Tim definitely looks like my prize for the day.
I wait a second, smile while signaling at nimrod to remain silent, and turn around again. "Noooo, of course not Tim. Where have you been? Come on sit with me!".
Tim seems nervous but controlled, and very pleased. I sense a guy who feared a joke. Someone using him like a toy, who would have waved him off once he's in range. I feel a bit sad for him, it must have happened. And I did that a few times, when I was the young-slut type.
"Thanks! Can I get you anything?"
"Surprise me!"
I realize too late that was a bit mean to Tim. It's a trap. But I'm used to using that, because I do like the surprise. But he's fucked, as he has no way of really knowing what I want, and my clothing is a bit too blend to suggest anything special, and my current drink is just a gin martini suggesting I have either watched too many movies, or have tastes that can range from the one of the usual alcoholic to the fun and drunk student in mood for a cheap beer or a dry shot.
"Hmmm. Tricky... I'll take a shot. You don't look too much like a cocktail girl. I bet you drink them for parties, but that it really isn't your kick. I go for a bloody mary!"
WTF??? A bloody-mary? Ohhhhh Tim, what are you doing to me man? It all started so well, and now you're being... wait... Is he pulling my leg? Naw, or Tim really changed in-between. No, he's not joking. Then what?
Then Tim has personality. He's right, a bloody mary fits. It's a good mix, in this setting, it's classy enough, and it's out of the ordinary. Like we are, right here, right now. Touche, Tim. You got me there.
I nod and smile.
Nimrod hangs on tight to his pole. Damn. Almost forgot him. He's saluting Tim now. Tim answers politely but ignores him, from what I feel is partly a strong desire to show him and me he couldn't care less, and partly a natural reaction to people in bars. The ignore- and wave-off by default tactic. Tim is a sleeper, a quiet.
"Does your friend want anything as well? I'm sorry, what's your name?"
Pushing your luck Tim, you might look too much like a push-over, though a classy one. Sometimes, grow a pair and wave-off the competition. I'm telling you.
But Tim turns around without waiting for an answer, ordering our drinks. He has something, that guy. A very naturaly quality, a blend of quality and adventure, with a good base of respect.
"Uh, yeah, I'll have what you two are having, " smurfes Nimrod.
Of course you are, sunshine. No get out, leave kc alone, she's got a bone to gnaw.
"Listen... ... ... Nevermind, I don't your name! Is there anything you wanted? My friend Tim and I were actually in the middle of a conversation."
Tim looks back over his shoulder, staring at me, looking concerned. His eyes say "you want me to get him off of you?". YES!
Tim leans strongly against the bar and pushes firmly but not violently other dudes in the sligthly packed premises, drops the notes on the bar while waving at the barman that it's the cash and at his seat on the other side, and comes right back. Everything with grace. Swift.
"Was nice to meet you, <Nimrod's name that Tim got at some point but I really never did...>. Cheers, mate" and he just touches me behind my shoulder, gently pushing me. I feel like he's lifting off my chair. No force, no real pressure, just a caress, but not meant at all in a sexual way. It's protective, heart-warming. Tim is golden, ladies. As I get off, he keeps an eye on the barman, signals in front of me to come with him while keeping his hand behind me after having grabbed my purse, and opening the crowd with his other arm.
"-Thanks", I sigh when we're on the other side. "He was annoying."
"-Sorry, I wasn't sure what to do..."
"-No no, don't worry. I didn't mean to be rude, but I feel a bit edgy with pushy guys."
"-Understandable. The place is like a pool of sharks!"
I genuinely smile. Tim is not an idiot, not blind, and not one of them, that's for sure. He's wondering what we're really playing at here, but he's in it anyway.
"-Let's move out", I say, grabbing our drinks. As we go, I notice that Tim always is perfectly positioned. In good distance to open the way without having to look like he's forcing to get ahead, but ensuring no one can touch us. And he looks back once to make sure Nimrod is not coming back for a rematch.
We talked a bit outside, sipping the marys. After a while - a good 1h of talking, actually, we are completely relaxed and exchange small war stories, tell each other what we do in New York, what the deal is, why we're here alone. I offer to move to another floor, a more loungy one. Tim says he likes that one. Lounges seem too posh, too "prepared", though quieter. Yes quieter, Tim, that's were we can talk and ...
... and...
... and...
...
what the hell just happened? Is he really just kissing me right now? Like that? Shy-Tim?
As I talked, he had just leaned over, reaching for my cheek and very smoothly touching it with his lips to immediately switching to kissing me, very softly, on the lips, his right hand reaching for the side of my neck.
Surprise and goose-bumps...
At this point, I felt a very intriguing mix of feelings grabbing my guts.
Maybe I shouldn't prey off Tim. Maybe he's going to prey on me. Maybe Tim is a lot better than I am at the dance and the manipulation. Or maybe he really is natural, in which case I'm in even more trouble. Tim is too good a guy, and at the time I'm thinking, OK, maybe it's a one night stand I have to loose.
But these lips, God... They're magical. Yet I'm not horny. I've been playing this little dance in this bar with him and Nimrod for nearly 3 hours now, and I'm not feeling like the horny bitch I often feel like. I don't want to jump on Tim, I want to just let myself fall in his arms.
Read on to part 3 of my perfect week-end!
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Monday, January 25, 2010
Intermission... I'm in Love...
Before I get on with the second part of my week-end, you need to watch this.. I'm in love girls!
Ok not really really really in Love with a big L, fine. But I could be if I were to meet those 2 in my building's vestibule...
Come on, just admit, you're falling for them too, right? (Ok if we have to share, I say dibs on the redhead! I was here first!)
Ok not really really really in Love with a big L, fine. But I could be if I were to meet those 2 in my building's vestibule...
Come on, just admit, you're falling for them too, right? (Ok if we have to share, I say dibs on the redhead! I was here first!)
The Perfect Ending for a Good Week-End
The Perfect Ending for a Good Week-End is a story in 3 parts, I had to write it over 2 weeks because, well, I'm lazy!
This week-end started as a bummer as I had a shit-load of work on my hands! I was so freaking frustrated - and you don't want to see me frustrated, I might jump you by surprise.
I worked all day long, barely stopping once to release some tension, just checking if redtube had gotten any better lately. I used to find that website so cool when it started, but now I think it's pure shite. But once in a while, thanks to the generous souls out there, good videos make it to that bag of (s)cum. That girl got me so horny I couldn't stop shivering after I was done touching myself. Don't you fing her pretty? I love that type of slut. She's playful. I like that. And the way she took that dick doggy-style... hot damn, I actually should one day let a guy video-tape me... Or a girl with a huge-dildo penetrating me...hmmm...
And her white shoes... Jesus I know it's trashy, but fuck that still always works on me. Well it depends, on the street I think it's trashy. In a club, it can be so HOT. The trick is just to wear them only inside, I guess. I do sometimes take my shoes with me in a bug, but only because they're uncomfortable.
And look how the tits of that babe bounce! I'm quite insecure about my tits. I know they're good, firm, big enough, etc... but I love so many other types of breasts... it's a shame we cannot trade them like we do with fake eyelashes and make up!
I finished myself off with that video of an amateur couple having normal sex. Nothing particularly kinky I guess, but the guy's cock got me so fucking horny... It looks great.
And then... well then I was fucking stuck at home all evening working on exams, and then friends who were supposed to come over for the end of the night were already too drunk and let me hanging. Fuckers ;)
So I lurked on redtube again. I like amateur videos. Especially slightly older couple. It's so more real. From time to time, it's so much better than the glamorized porn, with shiny lighting and perfect skins and all. It's nice to see the lust and passion and even love in those people. Look at her going down on that guy! Fuck I hope that if I ever settle down, I'll have someone who'll lick my pussy like that! Or way actually, I just won't settle down and try to find more than one of those.
On to something else... I kinda had a crush on that blonde. Felt actually sorry for her, she looked so bored on that video. But she's so cute... That's a shame, instead of doing crappy videos like that with some idiot with no respect for her, she'd be better off moving here and I'm sure we'd have a lot more fun.
Still, sometimes we all love to be sluts and just take it anyway we can. There's something about a very hard cock penetrating you. It's so different that the softest kisses of a girl, it's a million years away actually. But so fucking good at the same time. or like knowing that you're getting a stud off by sucking him like a big whore. When I see these skull-fucking videos, it always makes me want to just go knock at my neighbor's door and just get down on him right away. And fuck me, but the way one gets fucked in the ass violently at the end and the other one just jumps on the cock to lick it off with the perfect timing is just awesome (gross, but awesome. Sex is dirty, girls. Once you accept it, you'll enjoy it more. Become sluts, make your men become sluts as well and treat them like dirt, and you'll reach a whole different level.).
Something about brutal black-and-white movies too...
Ah redtube, you did it again... You got me back. For now.
Anyway, I got lost here... I'll tell you the rest of my week-end later. Let's just say it ended being mind-blowing...
Read the Part 2 of A Perfect Ending for a Good Week-End.
This week-end started as a bummer as I had a shit-load of work on my hands! I was so freaking frustrated - and you don't want to see me frustrated, I might jump you by surprise.
I worked all day long, barely stopping once to release some tension, just checking if redtube had gotten any better lately. I used to find that website so cool when it started, but now I think it's pure shite. But once in a while, thanks to the generous souls out there, good videos make it to that bag of (s)cum. That girl got me so horny I couldn't stop shivering after I was done touching myself. Don't you fing her pretty? I love that type of slut. She's playful. I like that. And the way she took that dick doggy-style... hot damn, I actually should one day let a guy video-tape me... Or a girl with a huge-dildo penetrating me...hmmm...
And her white shoes... Jesus I know it's trashy, but fuck that still always works on me. Well it depends, on the street I think it's trashy. In a club, it can be so HOT. The trick is just to wear them only inside, I guess. I do sometimes take my shoes with me in a bug, but only because they're uncomfortable.
And look how the tits of that babe bounce! I'm quite insecure about my tits. I know they're good, firm, big enough, etc... but I love so many other types of breasts... it's a shame we cannot trade them like we do with fake eyelashes and make up!
I finished myself off with that video of an amateur couple having normal sex. Nothing particularly kinky I guess, but the guy's cock got me so fucking horny... It looks great.
And then... well then I was fucking stuck at home all evening working on exams, and then friends who were supposed to come over for the end of the night were already too drunk and let me hanging. Fuckers ;)
So I lurked on redtube again. I like amateur videos. Especially slightly older couple. It's so more real. From time to time, it's so much better than the glamorized porn, with shiny lighting and perfect skins and all. It's nice to see the lust and passion and even love in those people. Look at her going down on that guy! Fuck I hope that if I ever settle down, I'll have someone who'll lick my pussy like that! Or way actually, I just won't settle down and try to find more than one of those.
On to something else... I kinda had a crush on that blonde. Felt actually sorry for her, she looked so bored on that video. But she's so cute... That's a shame, instead of doing crappy videos like that with some idiot with no respect for her, she'd be better off moving here and I'm sure we'd have a lot more fun.
Still, sometimes we all love to be sluts and just take it anyway we can. There's something about a very hard cock penetrating you. It's so different that the softest kisses of a girl, it's a million years away actually. But so fucking good at the same time. or like knowing that you're getting a stud off by sucking him like a big whore. When I see these skull-fucking videos, it always makes me want to just go knock at my neighbor's door and just get down on him right away. And fuck me, but the way one gets fucked in the ass violently at the end and the other one just jumps on the cock to lick it off with the perfect timing is just awesome (gross, but awesome. Sex is dirty, girls. Once you accept it, you'll enjoy it more. Become sluts, make your men become sluts as well and treat them like dirt, and you'll reach a whole different level.).
Something about brutal black-and-white movies too...
Ah redtube, you did it again... You got me back. For now.
Anyway, I got lost here... I'll tell you the rest of my week-end later. Let's just say it ended being mind-blowing...
Read the Part 2 of A Perfect Ending for a Good Week-End.
Friday, January 22, 2010
My Latest Favorite Blow-Job Website
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Face FUCK me 'til I PUKE
This is pretty gross and I wouldn't want to be their roommate... Or would I?
In any case, this made super HORNY!
Note to guys reading this, sorry, I cannot do that... I'm not that committed. I accept face-fucking though, and I can deep-throat quite decently, but going at it until I gag and puke and then go at it again... That's Xtreme! But since I've seen this, this could be like a ultimate fantasy. Something I need to work on. Hmmmm...
Thursday, January 21, 2010
3D Porn... It's Gonna be a Thing!
Or is it?
I have to say at first I thought "WTF", but after having been lurking for a few hours on some of these websites, I guess it finally got to me.
See, fantasy stuff and hentai never were quite my thing, really. I could appreciate it once in a while, but it seems desperate. It's a lever lower than watching very bad amateur porn or spying on your neighbor with a webcam hanging off of your balcony.
But that stuff is becoming quite REAL, and it gives you the occasion to play with, well, disturbing ideas:
On a more serious level, I wonder what the implications will be. I mean, great, people won't be able to rant anymore about the working conditions of porn stars or something. Or how much money they make. And maybe porn will get cheaper (less actors, so less production costs?) or quite the opposite get more expensive (more development crews?). But on the other hand, consider the amount of crazy stuff you can find in this area, where will the limits be? I can see censorship taking a whole new perspective, and our dear devout religious people in the US get all nuts about this.
You can see a herd of legal and moral issues. For instance, the monster fucking thing above is simply a bit gross, but harmless. Except that it might come as an extension of zoophilia. Or worse, that you can start producing sexual digital images involving animals. Where's the boundary? And it's a lot less difficult, one you have a good rendering engine, too digitalize a new girl and a new dog than to find a new young and pretty looking Eastern-European girl without money who would accept to do that (or fuck Pierre Woodman, which is pretty damn close anyway :D ).
Or what about incestuous relations? Pedophilia? (On the other hand, could it be possible to give those crazies a fix by giving them CGI pictures so they keep their hands to themselves? Hmm... still sounds pretty wrong to me!).
But seriously (no, seriously ;), think of a huge Second Life virtual world with gang-bang add-ons, with a 3D display, motion censors, smell simulators and maybe even cooler stuff in the future... I think it's gonna be a thing. Soon.
(After all, we were drooling on Lara Croft starting from the first game of the series onwards (ah, and it's Nure Raider add-on! Good times and pixel-wet-dreams...), even though that looked like shit. And I remember as a kid sneaking into my father's office to play his Leisure Suit Larry games, which I found kinky at the time...)
Some food for the curious, deviant, deranged, but mostly the horny:
I have to say at first I thought "WTF", but after having been lurking for a few hours on some of these websites, I guess it finally got to me.
See, fantasy stuff and hentai never were quite my thing, really. I could appreciate it once in a while, but it seems desperate. It's a lever lower than watching very bad amateur porn or spying on your neighbor with a webcam hanging off of your balcony.
But that stuff is becoming quite REAL, and it gives you the occasion to play with, well, disturbing ideas:
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On a more serious level, I wonder what the implications will be. I mean, great, people won't be able to rant anymore about the working conditions of porn stars or something. Or how much money they make. And maybe porn will get cheaper (less actors, so less production costs?) or quite the opposite get more expensive (more development crews?). But on the other hand, consider the amount of crazy stuff you can find in this area, where will the limits be? I can see censorship taking a whole new perspective, and our dear devout religious people in the US get all nuts about this.
You can see a herd of legal and moral issues. For instance, the monster fucking thing above is simply a bit gross, but harmless. Except that it might come as an extension of zoophilia. Or worse, that you can start producing sexual digital images involving animals. Where's the boundary? And it's a lot less difficult, one you have a good rendering engine, too digitalize a new girl and a new dog than to find a new young and pretty looking Eastern-European girl without money who would accept to do that (or fuck Pierre Woodman, which is pretty damn close anyway :D ).
Or what about incestuous relations? Pedophilia? (On the other hand, could it be possible to give those crazies a fix by giving them CGI pictures so they keep their hands to themselves? Hmm... still sounds pretty wrong to me!).
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But seriously (no, seriously ;), think of a huge Second Life virtual world with gang-bang add-ons, with a 3D display, motion censors, smell simulators and maybe even cooler stuff in the future... I think it's gonna be a thing. Soon.
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(After all, we were drooling on Lara Croft starting from the first game of the series onwards (ah, and it's Nure Raider add-on! Good times and pixel-wet-dreams...), even though that looked like shit. And I remember as a kid sneaking into my father's office to play his Leisure Suit Larry games, which I found kinky at the time...)
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Some food for the curious, deviant, deranged, but mostly the horny:
Sexy!
There's something about the guy in that video... He's not too "unreal", and in my opinion extremely hot. I came so fucking hard watching this.
The chick is kinda hot as well (love her breasts), but she was boring to watch throughout the movie. This website is not bad by the way, I had never heard of it, but so far everything I had a look in the best rated videos was definitely enjoyable, for a free site.
The chick is kinda hot as well (love her breasts), but she was boring to watch throughout the movie. This website is not bad by the way, I had never heard of it, but so far everything I had a look in the best rated videos was definitely enjoyable, for a free site.
Monday, January 18, 2010
Some Lesbian Porn For A Post-Lesbian ONS
Because I'm in the mood for pussy today, and this website always has good enough pictures to get me started. Actually the whole stuff is good but for a quick fix the free stuff satisfies me well enough. I'd just think of Sarah's lips on my clit... I don't need anything more than that!
5 is a Good Number
And I'm back. Was way too wasted yesterday, preferred to cut the story short and go back to bed. Was pretty today, so I apologize for the extended suspense.
When we reached my floor we were pretty much all over each other and I decided to slow it down a little. I pushed her back gently and caught my breath, and turn around to reach for a bottle of wine and two glasses in my kitchen. She ventured around the apartment, undressing herself while looking at my stuff.
I sat on the couch and watched her attentively while I was pouring us some. After a while, probably satisfied with what she had seen and with what she had been showing off, she strolled back to the touch and sat beneath me, holding her head up with her arm against the back. We smiled, kissed and drank.
It might sound weird for someone with little control over her body when it comes to sex, but even though when I masturbate I have the hardest time slowing it down and not reaching a point of no-return, when I'm with someone, even if only for sexual reasons, I like to tease and take my time. I like to watch, to savor the moment and enjoy the spectacle, take pleasure in the ritual dance of the flirt and all its phases.
I gently touched her face and kissed her passionately a few times, when she suddenly jumped on me, adroitly reaching for my glass at the same time and putting it down on the ground, while she grabbed me behind the neck with her other neck. I was in for a night of round-robin at taking control. And what a night.
For someone who claimed this wasn't her usual thing, she did incredibly well. She teased me to the point where I wanted to beg her to fuck me. She licked all parts of my body, from my ears to my toes, playing gently with my nipples, my fingers, my cheeks, my neck my back and all articulations. She undressed me like a good dancer makes you whirl: with grace, with movements that appear as beautiful and smooth whether executed in a split-second or lived through in slow-motion. Then she started to get down on me, playing with my thighs, my lips and touching my clit gently.
I stopped her and she pushed me back. I was enjoying myself, so I let go. I freely gave myself away and offered her the satisfaction of the conqueror. She was being so gentle and patient, so teasing. And then I felt myself be pushed back on the couch, as she violently inserted her fingers inside me and lifted me with one arm, her other hand grabbing my ass and preventing me from resisting. I gasped. I was surprised. She finger-fucked me roughly and made me come in a heart-beat, starring at me with an expression of domination.
As I came, she kept going, hurting me a little as my pussy needed a rest and her touched made me jump. I gave myself 10 seconds and knocked her out of the couch, holding her on the carpet. I went down to her pussy straight away and grabbed both her hands under her back with one hand, while my other one went for her asshole. I finger it gently while I was licking her clit, and I could tell she was surprised as well. I teased her for twenty minutes. Changing rythm, stopping to lick her gently, or to go up her body and kiss her nipples. She was going crazy and I was smiling like an idiot. A very evil idiot. When she was ready, I laid down beside her and turn her to her side, inserting 2 fingers inside her and using the other 2 rub her clit, while my other hand pressed hard against her breasts and my teeth were marking her neck, to then relax her with my tongue. I let go off her breast and slid my arm from beneath her to play with her ass-hole again, and after a while started to play with both her ass and pussy. When I had a good rhythm and felt her start moving in sync, I decided it was time to take control again. I rolled on top of her as I rolled her on her stomach, putting my hands swiftly back in position and fucking her frenetically until she came.
The rest of the night is a blur. The bottle of wine disappeared as we licked and kissed each other, and a good part of my vodka took a hit as well. We went at it 3 more times, every time with more passion and violence, but at the same time with less surprises, as if it was our rhythm, the way it was supposed to be. We fell asleep on the carpet.
I woke up around 5AM as she was fondling my breasts like a teenager, and realized we were now in bed. We fucked again, very slowly and gently this, pleasuring each other at the same time, close to one another and kissing all the way through. My head was already pounding but I went back to sleep. When I woke up to write you, she was sleeping and snoring like a (Colombian??) polar bear. I woke her up gently as well, and we ate each other slowly again. Then I woke up, poured some more wine (though my head was a wreck at the time, but I needed to save appearance), and we ate in bed.
I kicked her out late in the afternoon, with a half-hearted promise of doing this again, sometime. Possibly with friends, then, I offered. She seemed to play with the thought, smiled, and went into the hallway, touching my hand as she left.
Her name was Sarah. Simply Sarah. Not so Colombian. Doesn't sound that dangerous, once you know the beast...
When we reached my floor we were pretty much all over each other and I decided to slow it down a little. I pushed her back gently and caught my breath, and turn around to reach for a bottle of wine and two glasses in my kitchen. She ventured around the apartment, undressing herself while looking at my stuff.
I sat on the couch and watched her attentively while I was pouring us some. After a while, probably satisfied with what she had seen and with what she had been showing off, she strolled back to the touch and sat beneath me, holding her head up with her arm against the back. We smiled, kissed and drank.
It might sound weird for someone with little control over her body when it comes to sex, but even though when I masturbate I have the hardest time slowing it down and not reaching a point of no-return, when I'm with someone, even if only for sexual reasons, I like to tease and take my time. I like to watch, to savor the moment and enjoy the spectacle, take pleasure in the ritual dance of the flirt and all its phases.
I gently touched her face and kissed her passionately a few times, when she suddenly jumped on me, adroitly reaching for my glass at the same time and putting it down on the ground, while she grabbed me behind the neck with her other neck. I was in for a night of round-robin at taking control. And what a night.
For someone who claimed this wasn't her usual thing, she did incredibly well. She teased me to the point where I wanted to beg her to fuck me. She licked all parts of my body, from my ears to my toes, playing gently with my nipples, my fingers, my cheeks, my neck my back and all articulations. She undressed me like a good dancer makes you whirl: with grace, with movements that appear as beautiful and smooth whether executed in a split-second or lived through in slow-motion. Then she started to get down on me, playing with my thighs, my lips and touching my clit gently.
I stopped her and she pushed me back. I was enjoying myself, so I let go. I freely gave myself away and offered her the satisfaction of the conqueror. She was being so gentle and patient, so teasing. And then I felt myself be pushed back on the couch, as she violently inserted her fingers inside me and lifted me with one arm, her other hand grabbing my ass and preventing me from resisting. I gasped. I was surprised. She finger-fucked me roughly and made me come in a heart-beat, starring at me with an expression of domination.
As I came, she kept going, hurting me a little as my pussy needed a rest and her touched made me jump. I gave myself 10 seconds and knocked her out of the couch, holding her on the carpet. I went down to her pussy straight away and grabbed both her hands under her back with one hand, while my other one went for her asshole. I finger it gently while I was licking her clit, and I could tell she was surprised as well. I teased her for twenty minutes. Changing rythm, stopping to lick her gently, or to go up her body and kiss her nipples. She was going crazy and I was smiling like an idiot. A very evil idiot. When she was ready, I laid down beside her and turn her to her side, inserting 2 fingers inside her and using the other 2 rub her clit, while my other hand pressed hard against her breasts and my teeth were marking her neck, to then relax her with my tongue. I let go off her breast and slid my arm from beneath her to play with her ass-hole again, and after a while started to play with both her ass and pussy. When I had a good rhythm and felt her start moving in sync, I decided it was time to take control again. I rolled on top of her as I rolled her on her stomach, putting my hands swiftly back in position and fucking her frenetically until she came.
The rest of the night is a blur. The bottle of wine disappeared as we licked and kissed each other, and a good part of my vodka took a hit as well. We went at it 3 more times, every time with more passion and violence, but at the same time with less surprises, as if it was our rhythm, the way it was supposed to be. We fell asleep on the carpet.
I woke up around 5AM as she was fondling my breasts like a teenager, and realized we were now in bed. We fucked again, very slowly and gently this, pleasuring each other at the same time, close to one another and kissing all the way through. My head was already pounding but I went back to sleep. When I woke up to write you, she was sleeping and snoring like a (Colombian??) polar bear. I woke her up gently as well, and we ate each other slowly again. Then I woke up, poured some more wine (though my head was a wreck at the time, but I needed to save appearance), and we ate in bed.
I kicked her out late in the afternoon, with a half-hearted promise of doing this again, sometime. Possibly with friends, then, I offered. She seemed to play with the thought, smiled, and went into the hallway, touching my hand as she left.
Her name was Sarah. Simply Sarah. Not so Colombian. Doesn't sound that dangerous, once you know the beast...
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Laasssstttt Niiiitteeeee
Okay this is going to be some free-flow writing here ladies, so bear with me if that's a mess. I just woke up from my coma and I felt like writing, but my head feels like a vivid reproduction of the most violent scenes of MMA fighting you can think of, with some extra Apocalypse Now creepiness on top of it all. So, I might drop you in the middle and finish later, because, well, I'm still pretty hammered.
So after I came down from my previous masturbation session, I (barely) managed to get some work done and decided to head off with a couple of friends to the Ginger Man. We had some fun, goofed around like a bunch of nutsies for a while, and got fairly smashed. I started to feel pretty drunk and horny as hell around 2AM.
2AM is my time. I'm usually ready to go anywhere at that time, and let's be honest: I'm an uncontrollable drunk. If people tell you that alcohol is your friend when you try to bed someone, well believe them. It is pure truth. I am definitely easier to flirt with when I'm tipsy, so don't get a sex-addict started when she's drunk... I'd pretty much go under the table with anyone I might like.
But these friends of mine, though I had sexual encounters with both of them on occasions, are off-limits now. One is a repentant fuck-buddy no committed to her boyfriend - this is saaaadddd - while the other one... Well let's just say that every time we give it a go we end up being sort of a couple and, well, I don't do well apparently. We always end up breaking up (and things around us as well). And as we cannot resist having sex and then becoming more serious, we sort of decided to not go down that path anymore. Okay, it's a bit like trying to quit smoking: we made that deal a few dozen times, but let's try not to break it for the fuck of it, shall we?
So then hitched a ride with another guy (I think he said his name was Jamie) and we landed at the King Cole Bar Lounge. It's always quite an awesome place, for a good end of night. Great place to pick up chicks, believe me. You know: any chick in that port of NY will pretend to be into Jazz and know all about it, and will get easily bait by a few glasses of (fairly pricey) scotch. Posh dumbasses. Mind you, I like Jazz (see?), but there's so much hypocrisy in this culture (or better said, the culture of those who pretend to grasp it and love it) that I actually enjoy preying on them. I hate pretentious posh girls. On the other hand I hate the guys in those clubs, because, well, they're like me. They're here to show off and hunt. And there's the girly part of me thinking that's just wrong. Yet I do the same. Yes, I'm an hypocrite. Well, I'm just a girl after all.
So there Jamie was starting to a bit too drunk to be of any use any way so I think we ditched him in a corner of the lounge and he started to hit it off with some tall blonde bimbo. Or actually he tried to hit on her and she got pissed off, but let's just say I lost interest at the time and was focusing on other things. One other thing, actually.
A stunning little colombian-looking hottie with a bad-ass tattoo on her left inner-thigh showing from under a skirt, which managed to at the time look incredibly sexy and yet quite classy. Some girls have THE style you know. They know what to wear. That girl I had actually already seen there, but I was hitting on someone else. We exchanged a few words though, in the restrooms. I was with a guy at the time, but I took the opportunity to let her know that I'd be open for anything, if she was. She didn't seem shy, but didn't seem too interested (bitch! ;)) and went out and left me in there horny (somehow, she made a guy lucky that night, and not - only - the one who took her home). So this time I need to approach her and make it VERY clear that I wasn't going anywhere and with anyone, and was hoping she wouldn't remember the guy. She didn't or didn't show it.
She was still a bit bitchy and distant though. I always get that vibe from Colombians. They know they're recognized as being always smoking hot (which is not necessarily true, of course), and they always act superior, especially in NY and LA, for some reason. When I meet them overseas, they're always more humble. Different contexts, different origins I guess. But she was talkative, and her eyes were already a bit shinny. We exchanged jokes, laughed about previous parts from the evening, had fun teasing a group of guys from the other side of the room, and then tortured the lounge's staff a little. It was kind of fun. I sent a message to my friends to let them know my target was acquired, offered her to leave for another, more cosy place, and she gave me a green light. I casually waved at my friends as we left and as soon as we had passed the door and were heading for the corner of the block to get a cab, I pressed her against the whole and kissed her. Firmly, but not agressively, just not giving her a chance of escaping. She had a small reaction, then relaxed.
I then slowly started to move my hand up her leg while softly kissing her neck. When I heard a gasp, I stopped, stepped back, and smiled at her, giving her a bit of her attitude back. Hailed a cab, and headed home. She was obviously nervous but confident that that was going to happen. She mentioned a few thing about her having done that before but not being her usual thing, and I shut her up by kissing her again and touching her. Her thong wasn't much of anything anymore when we reached my address and she was hurrying me towards my own door.
So after I came down from my previous masturbation session, I (barely) managed to get some work done and decided to head off with a couple of friends to the Ginger Man. We had some fun, goofed around like a bunch of nutsies for a while, and got fairly smashed. I started to feel pretty drunk and horny as hell around 2AM.
2AM is my time. I'm usually ready to go anywhere at that time, and let's be honest: I'm an uncontrollable drunk. If people tell you that alcohol is your friend when you try to bed someone, well believe them. It is pure truth. I am definitely easier to flirt with when I'm tipsy, so don't get a sex-addict started when she's drunk... I'd pretty much go under the table with anyone I might like.
But these friends of mine, though I had sexual encounters with both of them on occasions, are off-limits now. One is a repentant fuck-buddy no committed to her boyfriend - this is saaaadddd - while the other one... Well let's just say that every time we give it a go we end up being sort of a couple and, well, I don't do well apparently. We always end up breaking up (and things around us as well). And as we cannot resist having sex and then becoming more serious, we sort of decided to not go down that path anymore. Okay, it's a bit like trying to quit smoking: we made that deal a few dozen times, but let's try not to break it for the fuck of it, shall we?
So then hitched a ride with another guy (I think he said his name was Jamie) and we landed at the King Cole Bar Lounge. It's always quite an awesome place, for a good end of night. Great place to pick up chicks, believe me. You know: any chick in that port of NY will pretend to be into Jazz and know all about it, and will get easily bait by a few glasses of (fairly pricey) scotch. Posh dumbasses. Mind you, I like Jazz (see?), but there's so much hypocrisy in this culture (or better said, the culture of those who pretend to grasp it and love it) that I actually enjoy preying on them. I hate pretentious posh girls. On the other hand I hate the guys in those clubs, because, well, they're like me. They're here to show off and hunt. And there's the girly part of me thinking that's just wrong. Yet I do the same. Yes, I'm an hypocrite. Well, I'm just a girl after all.
So there Jamie was starting to a bit too drunk to be of any use any way so I think we ditched him in a corner of the lounge and he started to hit it off with some tall blonde bimbo. Or actually he tried to hit on her and she got pissed off, but let's just say I lost interest at the time and was focusing on other things. One other thing, actually.
A stunning little colombian-looking hottie with a bad-ass tattoo on her left inner-thigh showing from under a skirt, which managed to at the time look incredibly sexy and yet quite classy. Some girls have THE style you know. They know what to wear. That girl I had actually already seen there, but I was hitting on someone else. We exchanged a few words though, in the restrooms. I was with a guy at the time, but I took the opportunity to let her know that I'd be open for anything, if she was. She didn't seem shy, but didn't seem too interested (bitch! ;)) and went out and left me in there horny (somehow, she made a guy lucky that night, and not - only - the one who took her home). So this time I need to approach her and make it VERY clear that I wasn't going anywhere and with anyone, and was hoping she wouldn't remember the guy. She didn't or didn't show it.
She was still a bit bitchy and distant though. I always get that vibe from Colombians. They know they're recognized as being always smoking hot (which is not necessarily true, of course), and they always act superior, especially in NY and LA, for some reason. When I meet them overseas, they're always more humble. Different contexts, different origins I guess. But she was talkative, and her eyes were already a bit shinny. We exchanged jokes, laughed about previous parts from the evening, had fun teasing a group of guys from the other side of the room, and then tortured the lounge's staff a little. It was kind of fun. I sent a message to my friends to let them know my target was acquired, offered her to leave for another, more cosy place, and she gave me a green light. I casually waved at my friends as we left and as soon as we had passed the door and were heading for the corner of the block to get a cab, I pressed her against the whole and kissed her. Firmly, but not agressively, just not giving her a chance of escaping. She had a small reaction, then relaxed.
I then slowly started to move my hand up her leg while softly kissing her neck. When I heard a gasp, I stopped, stepped back, and smiled at her, giving her a bit of her attitude back. Hailed a cab, and headed home. She was obviously nervous but confident that that was going to happen. She mentioned a few thing about her having done that before but not being her usual thing, and I shut her up by kissing her again and touching her. Her thong wasn't much of anything anymore when we reached my address and she was hurrying me towards my own door.
Saturday, January 16, 2010
A Gang-Bang Craving
See what you did?
You got me all horny and I've got no-one about to fuck me! And that ain't good. Had to go get a quick fix real quick.
Talking of sperm dripping on me is HOT stuff, and at the moment that's a problem because I'm expecting someone, and that's not someone I'm supposed to fuck with, you see. So I need a cold shower or something.
Or something.
When you find yourself in times of trouble, always turn yourself to good old classics. Sasha Grey - she's a goddess, by the way! expect to see her often in my fantasies - is a safe bet, and Sasha Grey getting gang-banged, now that's something I can get myself high on while lying down on my bed and waiting for my visitor.
I've seen this video way too many times, and yet it always gets too me. Even if I'm not slightly aroused at the time, I always end up fingering myself violently. Maybe my mind is too imaginative. I place myself too easily in the shoes of the character. And God, those are pretty good shoes.
The jackass who cut this video in half should be shot dead by the way. See that's one proof that this thing was done and uploaded by a dude. He didn't mind the intermission, the relapse, to recover his strength. Ass-hole. Every time those precious seconds to switch to the second part kill me. Softly, but still.
You'll tell me, some tease is always good. Well yeah, afterwards, you realize that was good, but on the moment, I want to FUCK, and if nobody's here to fuck me, then I want to masturbate like a slut while watching another slut get it all. That's the least I can hope for. And then the damn thing cuts. Fuck me...
Fuck me fuck me fuck me... She's fucking hot!!
Works... every... time!
http://www.spankwire.com/Sasha-Grey-Gangbang/video184182/
http://www.spankwire.com/Sasha-Grey-Gangbang-Part-2/video184326/
You got me all horny and I've got no-one about to fuck me! And that ain't good. Had to go get a quick fix real quick.
Talking of sperm dripping on me is HOT stuff, and at the moment that's a problem because I'm expecting someone, and that's not someone I'm supposed to fuck with, you see. So I need a cold shower or something.
Or something.
When you find yourself in times of trouble, always turn yourself to good old classics. Sasha Grey - she's a goddess, by the way! expect to see her often in my fantasies - is a safe bet, and Sasha Grey getting gang-banged, now that's something I can get myself high on while lying down on my bed and waiting for my visitor.
I've seen this video way too many times, and yet it always gets too me. Even if I'm not slightly aroused at the time, I always end up fingering myself violently. Maybe my mind is too imaginative. I place myself too easily in the shoes of the character. And God, those are pretty good shoes.
The jackass who cut this video in half should be shot dead by the way. See that's one proof that this thing was done and uploaded by a dude. He didn't mind the intermission, the relapse, to recover his strength. Ass-hole. Every time those precious seconds to switch to the second part kill me. Softly, but still.
You'll tell me, some tease is always good. Well yeah, afterwards, you realize that was good, but on the moment, I want to FUCK, and if nobody's here to fuck me, then I want to masturbate like a slut while watching another slut get it all. That's the least I can hope for. And then the damn thing cuts. Fuck me...
Fuck me fuck me fuck me... She's fucking hot!!
Works... every... time!
http://www.spankwire.com/Sasha-Grey-Gangbang-Part-2/video184326/
kc Exposed
A few tid-bits about me. It's always better to get to know your fuck buddies a little bit before you get into it, right? No?
Well... Anyways...
So my name is Cayce Beltram. For those who have a hard time with the name, don't worry, you ain't the first ones! Say it like if you were saying the letters of alphabet K and C. Together with me: K...C...
Great. My friends actually spell it 'kc' when they write to me. That's my name, use and abuse it. Some say it more like for the male version, often pronounced like something closer to "case". That sucks. Don't do that. I could be cool and pretty I don't care, but it actually makes my skin crawl. You don't want that. I don't either.
As of this blog post, I'm 21. I see people raising eye-brows. "21 and a sex-addict?" Not that uncommon folks. Wake up and smell the coffee. "21 and living in the USA? Gotta be wild and drunk all the time. Another stupid young girl who lives like there's no tomorrow", you say? Well, you got that about right. Yeah yeah, I'm young and innocent and don't know what I'm doing.
I know I'm having fun, and that I am not ashamed of myself anymore. Some might say I should be more ashamed now with my way of life, and they can go fuck themselves. (DISCLAIMER: there might be expletives on this blog. Whoops, too late).
Where do I live? As Bono beautifully put it, I'm from the City of Blinding Lights (I love this expression. No, I don't love Bono. Well, I'll do him for free, but Í'm not nuts over him. But I love that title, and the song as well). I'm a New Yorker. A real one, I don't live in freaking New Jersey or something. I've been in different places actually, but I am a New Yorker by nature and by heart. It's in my blood.
What do I do? A lot of things (and people). I study (2 completely different degrees at the moment, actually), have a few temp jobs (some I do regularly and some are really just occasional stuff), and I recently started to work part-time. Trying to get a grip on my life, actually. If I don't do it now, next thing I know I'll be the next Hooters' girl at the corner, or have my picture in a newspaper for having finally made the jump to professional escorting. Na, we wouldn't want that, would we? So I try to put a few things in order, at least. Don't know where I'm going (and don't really know where I've been *) but at least I try to keep some good options and to still have some crazy shagging fun as often as I can. And mostly as often as I need, because my body decides for me.
Hell, writing now makes me horny, actually. If I could paint the thoughts in my head, and time how much of my day I spend thinking about sex, boy would that be scary...
How that brings us to that side of things. Great, I see your eyes lightening up. I'm a bi, I've been since I've been 13. Well, technically I was a lesbian since 13, and then I became bi when I became 15... But let's not be too pragmatic and talk about the psyche here, because that's what we are all about, isn't it? No? You want pussy, ball-sacks and huge cocks? Fine...
So I'm bi, but I have cycles. I'm an horny bitch, basically. I mostly want to fuck girls (and dear God, is there plenty of fish in NYC!!), and from an erotic perspective I consider the feminine to be the real deal. It justs teases you and makes you mad.
But on the other hand I want cocks to penetrate me and rough me up, and sperm to drip down my throat, breasts and ass-hole all the time.
Don't take it as a hint that I like to be dominated though! You might be in for a surprise. Usually it depends on you. If you're aggressive, I'll be daddy's good little bitch. If you show any sign of weakness, you'll be mine! But sometimes - and I really have no clue why, actually - I do REACT the opposite way. You try to control me and I'll give you a fight. Well, rough sex rocks. Sometimes, because gentle sex does too. Well it depends, rrraaaahhhh dammit my mind goes nuts right now!
Picturing too many stuff. See what you're doing to me?!
A dirty little girl needs a fix. NOW!!
* A big wet kiss to anyone who figures out where I pulled this from, because you're worth it!
Well... Anyways...
So my name is Cayce Beltram. For those who have a hard time with the name, don't worry, you ain't the first ones! Say it like if you were saying the letters of alphabet K and C. Together with me: K...C...
Great. My friends actually spell it 'kc' when they write to me. That's my name, use and abuse it. Some say it more like for the male version, often pronounced like something closer to "case". That sucks. Don't do that. I could be cool and pretty I don't care, but it actually makes my skin crawl. You don't want that. I don't either.
As of this blog post, I'm 21. I see people raising eye-brows. "21 and a sex-addict?" Not that uncommon folks. Wake up and smell the coffee. "21 and living in the USA? Gotta be wild and drunk all the time. Another stupid young girl who lives like there's no tomorrow", you say? Well, you got that about right. Yeah yeah, I'm young and innocent and don't know what I'm doing.
I know I'm having fun, and that I am not ashamed of myself anymore. Some might say I should be more ashamed now with my way of life, and they can go fuck themselves. (DISCLAIMER: there might be expletives on this blog. Whoops, too late).
Where do I live? As Bono beautifully put it, I'm from the City of Blinding Lights (I love this expression. No, I don't love Bono. Well, I'll do him for free, but Í'm not nuts over him. But I love that title, and the song as well). I'm a New Yorker. A real one, I don't live in freaking New Jersey or something. I've been in different places actually, but I am a New Yorker by nature and by heart. It's in my blood.
What do I do? A lot of things (and people). I study (2 completely different degrees at the moment, actually), have a few temp jobs (some I do regularly and some are really just occasional stuff), and I recently started to work part-time. Trying to get a grip on my life, actually. If I don't do it now, next thing I know I'll be the next Hooters' girl at the corner, or have my picture in a newspaper for having finally made the jump to professional escorting. Na, we wouldn't want that, would we? So I try to put a few things in order, at least. Don't know where I'm going (and don't really know where I've been *) but at least I try to keep some good options and to still have some crazy shagging fun as often as I can. And mostly as often as I need, because my body decides for me.
Hell, writing now makes me horny, actually. If I could paint the thoughts in my head, and time how much of my day I spend thinking about sex, boy would that be scary...
How that brings us to that side of things. Great, I see your eyes lightening up. I'm a bi, I've been since I've been 13. Well, technically I was a lesbian since 13, and then I became bi when I became 15... But let's not be too pragmatic and talk about the psyche here, because that's what we are all about, isn't it? No? You want pussy, ball-sacks and huge cocks? Fine...
So I'm bi, but I have cycles. I'm an horny bitch, basically. I mostly want to fuck girls (and dear God, is there plenty of fish in NYC!!), and from an erotic perspective I consider the feminine to be the real deal. It justs teases you and makes you mad.
But on the other hand I want cocks to penetrate me and rough me up, and sperm to drip down my throat, breasts and ass-hole all the time.
Don't take it as a hint that I like to be dominated though! You might be in for a surprise. Usually it depends on you. If you're aggressive, I'll be daddy's good little bitch. If you show any sign of weakness, you'll be mine! But sometimes - and I really have no clue why, actually - I do REACT the opposite way. You try to control me and I'll give you a fight. Well, rough sex rocks. Sometimes, because gentle sex does too. Well it depends, rrraaaahhhh dammit my mind goes nuts right now!
Picturing too many stuff. See what you're doing to me?!
A dirty little girl needs a fix. NOW!!
* A big wet kiss to anyone who figures out where I pulled this from, because you're worth it!
What to Expect from [a] Sexual Mind?
You may wonder now, what the heck will this Sexual Mind blog thingy be all about?
Well I haven't figured that myself out yet, so please bear with me. What I know is that I plan to post here very regularly, hopefully at the very least east every 3 days, but for days with peaks of activity I'd like to aim at 3 times a day.
Now you think that's all pretty darn cool stuff, but posting about what again?
Ahah. Well...
For starters I thought I'd blog about sex-addiction. This could be a start. What it means, what it's like. You know, the usual. Answering simple questions like "does that mean you want to shag pretty much all the time?" (yes) or "does that mean you'd do me 'cause you can't really resist any impulse?" (no. well... no... really no. well it depends...).
But one think I realized was that maybe you bunch of voyeurs out there might actually be more interested in spying on my impulses. And being the nice and open person (yes, pun intended. Oh yes, pun me!) that I don't mind an audience. At least not a virtual one, who'd follow what I'm up to through a textual interface. (Who just shouted "what kind of dirty talk is that??!").
So another thing I'd like to do is the following: whenever I feel horny, you'll know about, if I am within reach of a device I can use - to post, you perverts! But I see you get the idea. Nice!
And because, like I said, I like to share, I might just as well through you a bone (or give you one) and directly point you to the material that I am using to satisfy my craving of the moment.
And of course I'll blog a bit about me. Because I am a bit narcissistic? Well, yeah, kinda. But also because that might help you connect with me a little. After all, someone who doesn't appreciate me and my sexuality wouldn't want to follow all that crap and go through my posts and the raunchy stuff I'll dump on you.
So you might get to learn some about me, though indirectly. What I do (and I don't mean only what persons), what I like (to do) and how I do it.
This will probably be one of our next posts, actually. Because you've been so nice so far, I feel like I need to introduce myself.
Oh and maybe once in a while I'll feel moody (I'm just a girl after all, therefore I am allowed to use that age-old trick!) and rant about other crap you horny dogs will probably not care about on the moment. Again, the usual: the cute boy I saw on the bus or that hot chick who flirted with me in a bar. Or why this movie or another makes me cry. Or why is the world so cruel and how come everybody is so mean and... Okay, I'll stop that for now, promise.
Now be nice and gentle and follow me.
Come closer.
Well I haven't figured that myself out yet, so please bear with me. What I know is that I plan to post here very regularly, hopefully at the very least east every 3 days, but for days with peaks of activity I'd like to aim at 3 times a day.
Now you think that's all pretty darn cool stuff, but posting about what again?
Ahah. Well...
For starters I thought I'd blog about sex-addiction. This could be a start. What it means, what it's like. You know, the usual. Answering simple questions like "does that mean you want to shag pretty much all the time?" (yes) or "does that mean you'd do me 'cause you can't really resist any impulse?" (no. well... no... really no. well it depends...).
But one think I realized was that maybe you bunch of voyeurs out there might actually be more interested in spying on my impulses. And being the nice and open person (yes, pun intended. Oh yes, pun me!) that I don't mind an audience. At least not a virtual one, who'd follow what I'm up to through a textual interface. (Who just shouted "what kind of dirty talk is that??!").
So another thing I'd like to do is the following: whenever I feel horny, you'll know about, if I am within reach of a device I can use - to post, you perverts! But I see you get the idea. Nice!
And because, like I said, I like to share, I might just as well through you a bone (or give you one) and directly point you to the material that I am using to satisfy my craving of the moment.
And of course I'll blog a bit about me. Because I am a bit narcissistic? Well, yeah, kinda. But also because that might help you connect with me a little. After all, someone who doesn't appreciate me and my sexuality wouldn't want to follow all that crap and go through my posts and the raunchy stuff I'll dump on you.
So you might get to learn some about me, though indirectly. What I do (and I don't mean only what persons), what I like (to do) and how I do it.
This will probably be one of our next posts, actually. Because you've been so nice so far, I feel like I need to introduce myself.
Oh and maybe once in a while I'll feel moody (I'm just a girl after all, therefore I am allowed to use that age-old trick!) and rant about other crap you horny dogs will probably not care about on the moment. Again, the usual: the cute boy I saw on the bus or that hot chick who flirted with me in a bar. Or why this movie or another makes me cry. Or why is the world so cruel and how come everybody is so mean and... Okay, I'll stop that for now, promise.
Now be nice and gentle and follow me.
Come closer.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
The Daily Diary of a Sex Addict
I am kc, and my life is a mixture of pleasure and pain.
I am controlled by my cravings, to a point where I cannot help but to fixate on them, obsess over my musings over and over again until these cravings are satisfied and I pass out in a climactic moment.
They haunt me each and every day. And night. I tried to deny their existence. My existence, in a way. Then I ran away. Then I thought I was a monster and became a recluse, and tried to force myself to be stronger, to only see these impulses grow stronger and stronger. Now I accept them. I cannot control them. Not completely, at least. But I can accept them for what they are and for what they give me. I can use them, just as well as they use me.
One day there you stay and hear yourself say these words. These magical, simple words. They define your being. They are you.
My name is Cayce Beltram and I am a sex-addict.
I am controlled by my cravings, to a point where I cannot help but to fixate on them, obsess over my musings over and over again until these cravings are satisfied and I pass out in a climactic moment.
They haunt me each and every day. And night. I tried to deny their existence. My existence, in a way. Then I ran away. Then I thought I was a monster and became a recluse, and tried to force myself to be stronger, to only see these impulses grow stronger and stronger. Now I accept them. I cannot control them. Not completely, at least. But I can accept them for what they are and for what they give me. I can use them, just as well as they use me.
One day there you stay and hear yourself say these words. These magical, simple words. They define your being. They are you.
My name is Cayce Beltram and I am a sex-addict.
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