Busy Week

I've been fisted and fucked so rough in the last four days that my cunt is raw and seriously torn up. Hurts to sit. So swollen.

Mr. Bricks is very long and he often hurts me after a long session. I've bled the next day and swear that once or twice he's popped my cervix. On Wednesday, we did 69 with him on top (my favorite way) so he could fuck my mouth; I stretched my head back and was able to open my throat enough to take all of him. He started crying out with joy. It was the best!

Mr. Squirts is my BF in the open marriage, and he almost always makes me squirt... saw him on Thursday. Him and the wife and the kid are staying with his parents right now; his parents and his daughter were asleep upstairs and we fucked for hours in the den. It was like being a kid again, sneaking around! I fell asleep and he woke me up fisting me, saying "shh... just relax... just relax..." Also, I'd helped them run errands that day, so he gave me a full body massage... mmm...

Daddy T tore my pussy apart with more fisting and rough sex on Friday. Clothespins on my nipples, tits, and outer labia. There was also lots of fun Daddy/daughter role play and dirty talk. We finished in the shower with him sitting on the tiled seat and me standing over him, pissing all over his face and torso and lap. Then lots of rough oral with his fingers in my hair bobbing my head up and down. I went to a party and he went to play poker, and I came home at 3:30AM to him sitting on my porch waiting for me. We went inside and passed out, and I woke up an hour or so later to him licking my asshole fervently with my dirty panties wrapped around his dick, jacking himself off. I woke him up this morning riding him, even though it hurt so bad; then got myself off with my vibe while he choked me and talked nasty.

That's not even the half of it.

My new daddy

This new guy I'm seeing is out of this world nasty, dirty, disgusting; and it's the best thing ever. Our paired sexual chemistry is like none other. We're very intuitive about each other's sexual needs: I knew to call him "daddy" and he knew to choke me in response.

He'd apparently been lusting after me for weeks before working up the nerve to make contact, and his eagerness and excitement are such an ego boost. Every time he's come over, we end up spending 24 hours in bed; we just can't leave.

The last time he was over he kept me in my room, drinking and drinking and drinking until I was begging to piss. He started talking dirty and turned me on so much that I had to ride him, full bladder or not. I was feeling so sensitive, and squeezing around him so hard, trying not to piss all over him and the bed, it was the single best orgasm I've had in months. To the point where now I'm now considering only fucking when I have to pee.

After I stopped shaking, he took me to the bathroom, stripped us naked, and sat on the tiled ledge in my shower stall; he made me stand over him and commanded me to piss - all over his chest and lap, fingering me during and saying sweet, dirty things. I just kept pissing and pissing, for the longest damn time. When I was finally done, fell on my knees and put my head in his lap to lick him clean and suck him off, getting my face and hair all wet. He turned on the shower, stood up, and put me kneeling under the spray, where he face fucked me harshly with the water going in my mouth and nostrils.

I've done water sports before, but this was the first time it was truly hot to me.

Pussy Hounds

Went on one date with a heavily tattooed guy with a sweet face and an adorable Pit Bull. He gave great head: long and slow with the lower half of his face right up in there. His nose rubbing my clit while he tongued my hole, with his goatee tickling my asshole. Otherwise, not terribly memorable. Afterwards, he emailed repeatedly and I finally had to tell him that I didn't think there was enough chemistry to see him again. There really wasn't. Plus, he lives kinda far. Plus, the whole email harrassing turned me off.

Spent the night with an older Led Zeppelin fan. He also enjoyed getting his face all in there, even his eyes and eyebrows. It was so good trapping his head between my thighs and smothering him in my cunt. Drunk, I passed on out on his couch and then crawled into his bed the next morning. He was out like a light but his cock fully responded to some simple touches. I climbed on and rode him, with him waking up just enough to suck my tits and put his arms around my waist. Came, rolled off him, dozed, and did it all again before finally getting dressed and leaving with him still asleep. It was so nice to just get myself off and not make any effort to please the other person.

They were both Pussy Hounds: love love love to give oral and fascinated by pussy. They will bury their faces in a woman, smear her everywhere, lick up every last drop, and - specifically - after she comes they will sit back and stare at the pussy, touching it gently, pulling back the lips, examining it. That's what really signifies a guy is a Pussy Hound, that post-orgasm exam.

Delicate Egos

Men can be overly sensitive when it comes to sex and anything remotely involving their performance. When it comes to their cocks, they are usually either too confident or too fragile. A new lover says "I like it like this," and I do it like that. Yay, a new technique has been added to my repertoire! He's not criticizing my skills as a lover, just sharing what he knows about his body and knows what will get him off.

I tell this guy "please harder" and he wilts. He says I can't make demands of a man like that (uhh... yeah, I can). He's okay taking suggestions when his face is in my pussy, but not when his cock is in play? Fucking annoying. Other men thank me for being so expressive and saying what I want, rather than lying there silently and leaving them guessing. This one loses it at the slightest implication he might not be the world's most perfect fuck. I told him, "Perhaps you'd prefer I just lie there and wait for you to finish so I can roll over and go to sleep?"

A Near Miss

Honestly, I almost fell for this guy. In his early 40s, wide palms, thick fingers, dark complexion, scruffy, short curly brown hair with natural streaks of red. It was one of those weird connections where holding each other we just fit. Lying together, our bodies just interlocked and it fit perfectly. He was such a good kisser, and his mouth tasted so good. I was in trouble.

He was a good fuck, somehow knowing to do everything exactly as I like it. His hands were vicious, and when he'd spank my ass it'd hurt so much more than any paddle. He didn't need any toys, just those hands. He was rough: pining me down with hands on my arms or a fistful of hair, or cupping the top of my skull and pulling me toward him over and over. Once, from behind, he thrust in while pulling back on my hair and yanked my neck out. I could barely move my head for a couple days afterward.

Even better, our personalities meshed well. We'd had a lot of the same experiences and tragedies, and could really empathize with each other. I even let him meet my fucking mother.

One day he stopped calling. For two weeks. I left three messages, nothing psycho, just "haven't heard from you, hoping you're okay, let me know if something's wrong or if you want to get together." The not knowing was heart-wrenching. It would've been easier if he'd called and said, "I don't wanna fuck you anymore." He eventually called, and I called him back, and he said that he'd emotionally shut down, couldn't deal with intimacy, had been thinking of me every day, blah blah blah. Could he come over and see me? I was horny, so yeah. When he arrived, he looked different to me. He'd lost that rosy glow a person takes on when you have a lot of affection for them. How you see them in a better light because you like them. Instead he looked pallid and desperate. We fucked several times that night and he took me to breakfast the next morning before going home.

He told me that the whole time he wasn't talking to me he was wishing I'd just show up at his house. He said he'd leave his front door unlocked at night, in case I came over so I could just walk right in. How fucking ridiculous is that? The guy isn't talking to me but wants me to somehow know to go to his house, walk in, and do what? Emotionally rescue him? A couple days after our last meeting, I called and told him it was nice being together one last time (He goes, "Don't think of it as the last time." I say, "Uh huh.") and to give me a call when he figures out his shit. Haven't heard from him since (never will).

A New Mommy

The thing that gets me about submissive men is how much they want to be coddled. Full subs, not switches. As soon as I assert a dominant demeanor (apparently, the tone of voice and a "dissecting" look in the eyes), before even any restraints or toys or pain, they're clutching at me, their face buried in my tits, practically crying. They want to be held, comforted, and told that someone will take care of them. A lot of men are looking for a new mommy; at least submissives are obvious about it.