Tuesday 22 December 2009

Holiday Hours

I'm currently taking appointments for the holidays this week and next. I've had many requests, so the sooner you arrange something, the better chance you have of getting a booking. Sorry, no duos available for the holidays! BYOG (Bring Your Own Girl)

Availability:
Dec. 24 - 8am - Midnight (all evening and nighttime appts must be booked by 5pm)
Dec. 25 - 6am - noon (Must be booked Dec. 24th or earlier)
Dec. 26 - 30th - 8am - Midnight
Dec. 31 - 8am - 9pm (midnight bookings may be considered, but only for regulars and only for an exceptional gift)
Jan. 01 - 2pm - Midnight

$100+ HH

Thursday 17 December 2009

Haternation

It has been brought to my attention by a sweet and very sexy client that I am being bashed on terb, once again. I followed her link, and indeed I am. She was kind enough to write a nice review about me, which is great, but the problem is the people bashing me have clearly never met me, and are clearly not in to BBW, and they are very, very nasty and mean.

I just don't understand why some people feel the need to tear others apart, and get so cruel and hateful. I know I'm good at what I do, and I love it. I know I'm pretty, fun, and have a sexy attitude. I get alot of repeat clients, who are very, very happy to spend time with me, and money on me, because they know an encounter with me is worth it. Obviously if you want a swimsuit model, I am not for you. But if you don't like fat women, why is it necessary to hate them and try to discourage anyone else from seeing them? Why the FUCK should anyone care about who anyone else is sleeping with?

Bah. I've never even advertised on terb. Alot of the users are defending me, which is nice, but still. Even my client is being called a shill (new word, added to the vocab), although I guarantee she is very real (and totally memorable). Whatever. Seems to be populated by a few decent folks, and a whole lot of insecure misogynists.

So, any of my lovely clients out there who want to help me, feel free to write an honest review of me on terb, or anywhere. I know I shouldn't take these things personally, but it may affect my livelihood, and that I have to take seriously. But then, I also have to trust that people who may want to see me may be smart enough to see through the sheer hatred and jealousy (or whatever force propels such vitriol) on the part of the few who are bashing me.

I'm nice, funny, cool, sexy and honest and I really don't deserve this. People need to get a life of their own and stop worrying about what this fat, happy, beautiful whore is up to. If it affects you, laptop warrior, you'll know. Until then, leave me, and my happy customers, alone!

Thursday 26 November 2009

Bras

I'm heading out for a bra fitting. I may purchase one, I may not. The bras where I'm going range from $80 to possibly $200 (maybe more, I don't know). I'm scared. Scared to leave the store in tears, which is generally what happens when I go bra shopping (which, honestly, I never do. How have I managed all these years?). I feel weak, but it is so frustrating to have hundreds of dollars to spend on lingerie and not be able to find anything. I also want a corset at some point. But for me, these things are insanely expensive.

Oh well. I have a feeling this will go well. The lady I spoke to assured me that they have up to KK cups in stock. I'm positive I'm not that huge. I put myself at F or FF because the 2nd largest bra I've ever tried was an EEcup, and the largest was I cup. The I was a bit loose, and the EE was extremely tight. So... I don't know. Maybe I'm larger than FF and I can increase my size on my ads.

Wish me luck readers! I'm taking a budget of $140 with me. I may hold off, or I may come home with a new bra.

Tuesday 24 November 2009

Open mindedness

I was asked a while ago on the phone to describe what I meant by "open-minded", as I claim to be that on my ad. "Well", I said awkwardly, "it means I'm not a conservative kind of person. That I am open to try new things"

Does that include Greek, I hear in response, once again, because, apparently, saying "NO ANAL" in my ads/blog is not enough. This is the fourth such inquiry in two days.

"Well" I say again, "that has nothing to do with open-mindedness. I'm just not into pain". Which, to be honest, is not totally true. I do enjoy spanking, and getting spanked if it's done correctly, and I did have that wicked orgasm once when I put clothespins on my labia and nipples. But that's another, hotter story.

When I say open minded, I mean open minded. I mean I don't see normal as "normal". I see society's normal as weird. Mortgages, marriage, kids, minivans, cable and flat screens all irk me to no end. Give me a pair of cuffs any day of the week and watch me invent a new game. I mean I like to bend and stomp on gender roles. I question everything, even when I am absolutely certain I know it all. I've done anal, I just don't like it. I give anal with a bitchin' strap-on. I am aware that everything we know in this life may be just one huge dream. The point is, I am open to the possibility of anything. But anal-obsession is so banal, you know?

I guess in my world the measure of one's open-mindedness isn't whether or not you're willing to take it up the butt. It's more about being in-tune with your sexuality and knowing what you want, but also being willing to push your boundaries and try new things (which, to me, does not include ass tearing. Been there, done that. NEXT). And what's with the obsession with anal these days anyways? Geeeez. I have a cunt as tight as a 10-year-old's. Granted, the caller has never sampled my cunt, but still. Is it just because people watch too much mainstream porn and think that rough, degrading, nasty sex is fun for me? (HINT: Those women are ACTING. Shocking, I know)

Either way, there are thousands of women out there who offer anal, at a much lower rate, so why are they bothering me, I have to wonder?

Monday 23 November 2009

Waiting...

Waiting doesn't become me. Not exactly. I'm what some may call impatient. Impatient, others would think, is the understatement of the millennium. Either way, what I lack in patience I make up for in passione. But here I be, waiting for a conference call. *BOONG* Inbox pings. It will be another five to ten minutes, apparently.

I watched half of the Pervert's Guide to Cinema yesterday. Interesting. But I don't want to get into that now.

I'm just sitting here, questions, paper and pen ready, waiting for a call and thinking of sex. I've been like this since as long as I can remember. But I feel as though, contrary to last year's fears, I'm approaching some kind of peak, where I know with more certainty what I want and how to get it. Only my own fears hold me back.

And there's the call...

And the guide. I love Zizek

Thursday 19 November 2009

30 things I love about my work

There are so many reasons I love what I do, creative and artistic work aside. This is a preliminary list, inspired partly by Isabel Hosti's 69 things I love about sex work video (sooo hot and sweet)

1. The smile on the face
2. I enjoy making people feel good
3. the look in the eyes
4. Hot showers and delicious body wash
5. Painting my nails red
6. The hardness
7. My swollen pussy
8. The breathlessness
9. Cum-filled male stomachs
10. Role playing
11. Moaning
12. Orgasm from oral
13. So many faces to sit on, so little time
14. Music
15. Squat fucking
16. The adoration
17. Counting cash
18. Powdering my ass
19. Revealing my huge breasts
20. Straddling
21. Twitching cocks
22. Buying panties for brown-haired white boys
23. Wearing my strap-on
24. Kissing
25. The smells of cologne and sex
26. Feeding my oral fixation
27. The anxiety and anticipation
28. Boobs. Lots of boobs in this profession
29. The thanks-for-brightening-my-day clients
30. Mouths and fingers on my hard nipples

Wednesday 18 November 2009

Cock

Lately... all I can think about is cock. Big, medium, small, throbbing, twitching cocks. I had totally hot sex this morning, twice, and still... I want more cock. I just want it available all the time.

And what's with all the people asking why I am single? Aside the fact that most guys are too scared to date a big girl like me, I want to be single. I genuinely like it. Maybe one day I'll fall in love again, but it won't be soon. Then again, who knows? But I think for me to find a partner, given my standards, and given what I do, will be extremely difficult at best.

As I have learned through my amazing clients, all of the good ones are taken (and cheating lol).

Don't you wish you were me? I love my life!

Thursday 12 November 2009

Literally sitting around in my undies

Very quiet day today. But nonetheless, I took a long, steamy shower, used my new body wash and scrubbed, exfoliated and rinsed. I love long, hot showers. One day, when we deplete all of our resources, I will miss the hot shower most of all. I dried off, put on some baby powder, and put on my white silky bra and panties, the simple ones. And a grey, tight negligé. I'm gonna do my nails, curl my hair and wait for some sexy men to contact me. I'm so very horny today. Maybe I'll watch some nice amateur porn and just finger myself all day (after my nails dry, of course)

Maybe I'll just play yoville?

LOL

I am literally laughing out loud. I don't know if it's the simplicity of it, or that it was totally unexpected in a sea of worshiping men.

I posted an ad for a cleaning boy on craigslist, and this is what someone answered:


You lazy bitch. How about u come clean my house and I'll dominate you

http://toronto.craigslist.ca/tor/cas/1462864289.html


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LOL. I dunno. Normally that might offend me, but I'm still giggling. (and I am a bit lazy sometimes.)

Sunday 25 October 2009

Horniness BEGONE!

Today was a good day. I saw one of my favorite clients. Blonde and tall cutie, and so smooth and pale. We'd met once before, before my vacation, and it was a very satisfying encounter. Today was no exception. His oral skills seemed to have improved greatly. Wish I could take the credit. He spread my legs wide, isolated my clit with his two big hands, and licked, sucked, moaned.

I guess it's extremely counter-intuitive of me to be writing about this infinite sexiness when I am trying to clear my mind of the infinite sexiness. No? I can't help myself. I am surrounded by hot, sexy men all the time. And what's UP with Brad Pitt comparisons? Why is he the standard of male hotness? I think he's ok. Give me a fun personality and some kink any day though. I prefer a guy with crooked teeth, or a flat nose or a bit of a belly. The buff guys are hot too, do not get me wrong. I thoroughly enjoy playing with their sculpted bodies, but I enjoy imperfections just as much, if not more. I'm far from perfect. Eye contact, kissing without too much spit (save the spit for my pussy), and the right amount of pressure on my nipples is what turns me on, among a thousand other things. I like guys who can suck both of my nipples at once. I've met exactly two so far, or was it three? Either way, nipple play gets me off like nothing else. Which seems to suit all of my clients just fine. I get it. I love sucking on nipples and playing with breasts too. It's what I think about when I masturbate, often. A threesome, one of us on his face, the other on his cock, both riding him, rubbing our breasts together. As I write this, I have a little vibrating egg in my pants. My nipples are poking out through my shirt.

I wonder what will come my way tomorrow. Hot client sex, I hope. I'm insatiable most of the time.

Oh, and the young man from last night, Twist, well... eating me through my black silkies. At one point when I was on his face and stroking his cock, I got up to grab a condom. He pulled me back and cried "Where you going?" I told him I wanted a condom so I could suck him, and was that ok with him? "Oh, ok." And suck him I did while I bounced and jiggled against his face, slowly, then fast. I could barely feel his mouth and tongue on me through my panties, just his hot steamy breath. He gasped when I rose to remove them early on. I didn't ask why. I just enjoyed a new experience. He was gorgeous too. All soft and caramel colored and somewhat innocent. As I was jerking him off, while I rode his face, I saw that he had come. This incensed me, of course, and I bounced even faster against him. We took a short break, debated feminism and ethics and rubbed each others' skin lightly. When I put my nipple back in his mouth, and heard him moan, I knew it was back on. I wanted him to come again. I wanted to put his hard cock back in my mouth. Something about the up and down, sucking and licking turns me on. I loved feeling him get harder and harder in my mouth as he soaked my panties.

I did make him come again, quietly, and it was hard to stop myself. I just wanted to stay there on his face all night, breaking, and then returning for more. But I had places to be.

I need sleep. And sex. What will it take to satisfy me, I wonder?

A Simple Hot Sex Story


His hard cock keeps permeating my thoughts. I don't want to sound crass, but it's possibly my favorite part of his body. Originally, its size scared me and I thought "Vagina.. Can you handle this giant?" My vagina informed me, after his tongue was buried deep in her a few minutes later, that yes, she could and very much wanted to handle it. He's one of those guys (see "Red") that just drive me crazy with lust, that I pray want to fuck me (some don't). He's been on my mind ever since our first encounter, and I'm waiting on a client's email, so what better time to get it out of my very revved-up system? Or at least try, futile though it may be...

The first thing I notice when he walks in the door are his eyes. Big and brown. Cute face, friendly nose and full lips greet me with a smile. He looks vaguely Middle Eastern, or possibly Portuguese.

"Hello" he says, coming close to me, looking me up and down, from all appearances pleased with what he sees.

"Hi" I say as I slide my arms around his waist and pull him to me. I want to smell him, the way I always do. The guys I see always smell so good (except for a few, heh!) and he's no exception. But he smells really good, almost like cloves or cinnamon. It's intoxicating and I kiss his lips, just wanting to inhale his scent, waiting to see if he'll enjoy my lips on his. He kisses me back and we both moan. He said he wanted a "passionate, intimate encounter" and I did too, before I even saw him. But when I saw him, I was instantly attracted and ravenous. I wanted to jump all over him, get his clothes off, and sit on his face. But for now, in the doorway, he fully clothed and me in my "bad teenager" outfit, I just enjoy kissing his full, soft lips. I slide my tongue very gently into his mouth, sliding it along his bottom lip. His hands slide all over me: breasts, ass, back, arms and face. My desire is to know how to really turn this hot man on. I look in his eyes, trying to figure out what he likes, what he wants, what he's too shy to ask for. I slowly bring my hands up around his neck, massage the back of his neck, and then I place my hands on his cheeks. I bring his face to me and kiss him again, deeply, slowly, and moaning as I do. He moans, looking at me. I can tell he's still unsure, the way so many clients are, if I am really into him. One thing I can honestly say is that I rarely fake my pleasure. I love what I do, with all of my clients, and with a guy like this, I am totally, completely and helplessly aroused. With a possible two exceptions, I've enjoyed all of my sessions with clients. If I didn't have rules about such things, and about married men, I would have him in my bed every day, fucking and sucking his huge cock in between him eating my pussy and nipples.

We take care of business, he washes up and I lead him to my bedroom. I ask him to take his clothes off. I pull his shirt out of his pants and run my hands along his chest and back as he undoes his buttons, watching his eyes. He's smooth and has sparse hairs on his chest. As his shirt comes off, I bend my head to lick his nipples. "Oh yes baby" he says, urging me on and exhaling loudly. I suck each one, and flick my tongue over them, before coming up to kiss his sweet lips again. I kiss him, feeling his tongue in my mouth, and then move down to lick him from his upper chest to his ear.

Finally he's in his underwear. I reach down to feel his cock. It's huge and hard. "Wow" I say, feeling my cunt swell open with anticipation and fear. He smiles, looking at me. I smile back, thinking to myself that I have the most amazing job in the world. I want to eat him, suck him, fuck him, sit on him, pull his hair... all at once. I try to pace myself. I kiss him deeply and turn him around so that his back is facing the bed. I grasp his cock in my hand and comment that I'm not sure if I can handle it. His eyes open and he laughs. "You make it sound like it's gigantic". It kind of is, I tell him, stroking it slowly, letting my hands run all the way down to his balls. He keeps grabbing my face and kissing me. I love this.

Eventually, I put my palms on his shoulders and push him down, rather forcefully, on the bed. He smiles as he goes down. He's watching my face as I climb on top of him, still wearing my bra and panties. I move my way up and kiss his lips, unable to get enough of them at this point. I move my body against him, and put my breasts right in his face. He moans. I'm all about making him moan now. Between yesses, groans and sighs, my bra comes off. I don't even remember the details now, as I recall. Most of my fantasies about him take place in future, yet-to-happen encounters, and usually feature me on all fours and him rubbing his hardness against me. But finally, my hard, aching, reaching nipples find his warm mouth. After asking him to not use his teeth, he sucks my nipples, licks them with his tongue and pinches the other one which is not in his mouth.

I get up and make my way to the other side of the bed. I tell him to position himself sideways on the bed, so that his head and cock are easily accessible. I lower myself to kiss him once again. Kissing him makes me wet and swollen. I bring first one nipple and then the other to his warm, open and eager mouth. He keeps flicking his tongue out at me, as though he is daring me to feed him my pussy. It drives me crazy. I let him suck my nipples for a minute or two more, getting myself as swollen as possible before feeding him what he wants. I tell him to stroke his cock for me as I straddle his face and his open mouth. He obliges and begins jerking himself fast, bringing his hand all the way down to the base and back up again. I get myself into a comfortable position and watch his hand on his cock. I begin grinding slowly against his face, telling him to keep licking my clit. He's all over the place with his tongue: labia, vagina, ass, thighs and lips. When his tongue hits my clit, I feel like I will explode every time. But he teases me, despite my demands, and keeps moving around. I let it slip once that I enjoy teasing, in all forms, and he seems to have taken that to heart.

Fine, I think, smiling, and even chuckling out loud. If you won't keep your tongue on my clit, I'll keep my clit on your tongue. I begin grinding against his face with more enthusiasm. I'm certain that he's going to throw me off of him, but he never does. He just moans louder as I grind myself on him harder and harder. He grabs my hips and pulls me closer to him, causing me to mash into his face, with more pressure than I would ever imagine exerting.

We do this for a while. I'm an oral fiend. I could sit on a hot, warm, wet tongue for hours. But I pull myself off of his face and bring my mouth down to kiss his. I lick and nibble my fluids off of his face and lips. I can barely smell myself, but the scent is divine. I kiss him, and when I pull away he pulls me back, always wanting more. This could be highly addictive, I think cautiously. We lie down together, kissing, wrapping our arms around each other and just moving our bodies together. I ask him if he's still thinks our arrangement feels "weird" as he predicted it would, with a little laugh and smile. He just smiles and pulls me back to kiss him. I'm so into him that the feeling must be mutual, I think. Just smelling his armpits, neck and chest excites me. Everything about him excites me. His little spit and smother quirks, but above all the kissing.

It's time for a condom. I have exactly one large Lifestyles™, which goes on with some effort and a little magic on his part. Practice, I think to myself now. But he gets it on and lays me down. He kisses me and spreads my legs wider. I ask him to go slowly, sure this is going to hurt. He's made me so wet with his amazing tongue. "Put that cock in your pussy... put it inside" he says. Moaning, I reach down for it and do as he says. I guide just the tip into me and let go. I put my arms around his lower back and pull him to me. We kiss, and as he begins sliding into me, my eyes widen from the sensation. He asks if I am ok. Does it hurt? "Noooo..." I croon, "keep going. I want you inside of me... all the way, keep going". As he pushes farther, slowly, it hurts for the shortest second, and then he's inside of me, and my muscles are squeezing tightly around his cock. The look on his face, cocked eyebrow, smile, tell me that he feels my deliberate spasms around him. He starts moving faster, in and out of me, making that fantastic squishing noise. "See how wet you made my pussy? Do you see what you've done to me?" and he kisses me in response. I wrap my legs around his ass and pull him closer, urging him on. "Fuck me!" I tell him. "Fuck me how you like it" and he starts fucking me so fast and hard that he's literally a blur of motion and sweat and breath.

This goes on and on and on. Bent over, with him sliding into me slowly. On my back, his hands on my shoulders, blurring. Sitting on him... hopping, grinding, swiveling or furiously riding his hard cock. He was hard the whole time. I was amazed and pleased. Our hour-long session quickly became two, and then three hours. I missed my deadline, and he was late getting back to work. We didn't care. It's all I can think about since it happened. I want him now, right now, as my cunt throbs for his rubbered cock in my mouth.

I won't describe our orgasms. I don't even know if I had one, though I remember seeing his come spurt all over him, possibly twice. Climax was almost inconsequential to the whole session. Just hearing his offers to "please use" his fine, round and soft body was satisfaction enough. And I made full use of the ample facilities.

I thought that writing about this would get him and and his hotness out of my head. I think I've managed to accomplish exactly the opposite.

Thursday 16 July 2009

Red Fantasy

I want him inside of me now. As I sit at my kitchen table, friend beside me, dual laptops, I just read his response to my blogging, and I want him now. I want everyone to be gone from here, though I love my friends staying over... I wouldn't even care actually. I could be quiet. I could just trace his entire body with my fingers and kiss him until he stopped me. I could kiss those lips for hours. I could kiss him all over for hours. Quietly. Just listening to the faint sound of his breath as my non-verbal cues. Even if they heard, they wouldn't care. I wouldn't care. I just want him.

Today was fun. I drank too much with my friends. We played cards until just now. I found a beautiful organic basil plant. I can not wait to plant it tomorrow.

And again he creeps into my consciousness. Submissive, he says. Entices me. And then says he's also dominant. I am very, very interested in relinquishing control to the right person. It's a side of me I've never explored. And I am so very eager for experience.

I think sexuality and sex are odd phenomena. So much of our desire and innate urges are denied, conditioned out or just plain suppressed. Same as organic things, such as body hair, defecation, sexual desire, etc. It's all perfectly natural and shared among all humans. Yet these are the things which we deny so strongly, in so many ways. I just want to not be that way. I don't need to worry so much about it. I know who I am in most ways, and I am open sexually. I want to explore more, and I can't deny my attractions.

He attracts me, and I just want to touch myself when I think about him. I want him to touch me. He does so well.

*re-reading this, remembering, I am so swollen and needing to be touched. I will touch myself now. Somehow, though I am not alone. It can be done.

Wednesday 15 July 2009

Red-tastic



I can't get him out of my head, so I must write. I told him to stay tuned. I just didn't know it would be so soon. I didn't think I would still be all swollen almost twelve hours later and writing about him just to get rid of the lingering memory.

So wow. Not sure what else to say. Rarely am I that attracted to someone physically. If I hadn't had friends coming over, I would have asked him to stay, something I never, as a matter of principle, do. EVER. Even after he dressed and was leaving I grabbed him and kissed him, chatted with him, for at least twenty minutes. I feel like I should not feel this way about a client, but I can not help myself. He was so cute, firstly. This is the first thing I noticed. That his photo, in no way, does him justice. "Wow" I said "You're really good looking".

Before he went to shower, I looked in his eyes, grabbed him and kissed him, unsure of how he would react. He said he'd never been with a big girl, and I was afraid of rejection after I saw him. But, I was in luck. He responded with a very soft moan and kissed me back. I put my hands on his neck and face and pulled him closer. He moaned again. I was turned on at this point. I was even a bit turned on when I first saw him coming through the walkway. I put my arms around his neck. He moaned louder and put his arms around my waist, pulling me right against him, making me groan. We stayed like this for a couple of minutes, kissing outside the washroom door, rarely losing eye contact. Finally I let him go wash his day away, and I ventured outdoors to retrieve my art book.

I went to my bedroom, unsure of what to do. I ALWAYS, or almost always, know what to do with a man, especially one so young. Should I leave my pants on? He likes tight jeans... Or should I be waiting in my black lace undies when he emerges all clean? I opt for the undies, take off my pants, and lie on my bed reading, waiting for him. Finally, the shower turns off, rustling occurs, and the washroom door opens. He walked to my room wrapped in only my burgundy towel, smiling shyly. I smile, put my book away, and rise to my knees. He's in front of me. I pull him to me, smile, and flick his nipples with my tongue. I love licking and sucking, pretty much anything clean and fresh-smelling. I think I have an oral fixation (which, if you think about it, is possibly associated with breast feeding? Something I think I never did).

I just wanted to hear him moan. To please him, make him feel good, and make sure he comes back for more. I'm already in trouble at this point, I already want more, and he's still in a towel. I lick and suck him for a while, savoring his sighs and breath, and then I reach for him and kiss him deeply. Sometimes, whoever I am with, all the eye contact gets to me. But not today. Not with him. I just wanted to watch him, to see him in pleasure. He seemed to get off on my pleasure as well, which is a turn on in itself. We kiss like this for a while, doing exactly what he told me he likes, which happens to be exactly what I like. Lots of kissing, no rushing and just savoring a new lover's sounds, smells and smiles. The kind of thing that, for me, is nearly impossible to fake. There must be some attraction if I am kissing someone like this. Just because I am getting paid doesn't mean that under different circumstances, or in a different time, it wouldn't happen for free, or that I can look deeply into your eyes and make you feel something not real. I could, but not in bed. In bed, I am pure me.

And he smelled and tasted so good. I wish he was right beside me right now. Client/personal would cease to exist. I would cross that forbidden un-crossable line and just make love with him all night and cancel all of my appointments tomorrow, including three which could prove to be very lucrative.

What else happened? We kissed alot, passionately, playfully, eagerly and unhurriedly. My undies came off. His eyes almost popped out of his head over my breasts. Guys really, really like my breasts. I still don't see all the fuss. Or all the fuss over my cum. To me, it tastes like yogurt. I don't know what else to compare it to. It's been years since I ate pussy other than my own. Off topic, and now I am thinking of pussy. I'm so turned on again. Am I a sex addict? Possibly. Probably. Yes. Likely. I am. Whatever.

So yes. We kissed, I got swollen, engorged, wet. While we kissed, he asked if I wanted a wet tongue in my pussy. Ahhh. Just hearing the words, and even remembering them now, makes me swell and pulsate. I lie down and he started. First, with my nipples, and teasing my lips with his tongue. Just how I like it. Not a tongue jabbed into my mouth. Just light flicks over my lips, just a simple swipe inside my mouth, followed by his lips on mine. Just like that... yeah. He made my nipples hard. I pinched them as he went down on me. For an inexperienced young man, he was unbelievably skilled at oral. Wow. It's ironic that a few years ago, I BEGGED men to eat me out and they consistently refused. Now they pay me. I love it and brag about it more than I should. The quality of men I now attract, both personally and professionally, is astounding compared to that.

And who knows how long after this, he kisses me, letting me taste my barely-there taste and scent. It's intoxicating. I love smelling myself all over a guy's face, fingers and body. Reminds me of his willingness and hunger to please me. And of my own willingness and desire to please him. I tell him I want him to lie down and he smiles and lies down. I turn and face him, and get on top of him, making sure not to let our bare parts do not touch. I want to let them touch. I want to do everything with him, but I stop myself, the way I always stop myself. I just shove my nipples in his mouth, alternating them, shaking them, and my ass, against him. All the while, he's watching me with those brown eyes, driving me crazy.

I kiss his lips, his neck, ears, lick him all over his neck, listening for verbal cues, for changes in his breath. For sighs, moans and groans. I know he likes to be kissed. He likes to be kissed the way I like to kiss a man I am seriously attracted to. I wish I had kissed him everywhere, head to toe. If I see him again, I will kiss him everywhere. For today I settled with lips, neck, ears, cheeks, eyelids, nose, chest, nipples, stomach, thighs and cock. When I reached his cock, I took my time. Got him ready and licked him up and down. Made him harder before I put my lips around him. He has a nice penis, and I definitely want to spend more time with it.

I don't even remember the sequence of events anymore. Nor do I think it's important. He asked if I "did facesitting" which made me laugh out loud. "Hmmm... it's my all-time favorite thing" I said. I told him he was in a perfect position and straddled his face, with my chest and arms against the cold wall in front of me. I want more. NOW. To be rubbing against his face, chin, lips, nose... hearing him moan beneath me, feeling him pull me closer to him. After a while, I turned to face the other way, so that I could take him in my mouth. Eventually I could take it no longer. I knew the time was nearing when my friends would arrive at my door. We'd been together for almost two hours. I told him I wanted to see him come. I told him to keep stroking himself as he was when I was rubbing my pussy against his face. I knelt in front of him, and put my hard nipple in his mouth, which he greedily sucked. I knew I would come at any moment, rubbing my wet, swollen clit with my fingers. I wanted to see him first. I couldn't wait. Well, I could have. I could have stopped fingering myself, but I just told him I was going to come any time. He was pleased, and stroked himself faster. Do men have any fucking idea how hot they look when they jerk off? Especially if they stroke it like no one is watching; Legs all open, toes curled, their hand just a blur of frenzied motion. Suddenly, finally though, it was too late. I'd rubbed myself too long, and even when I stopped, I was started to climax so I just told him I was coming. "Yeah?" he said breathlessly and excitedly, which just caused me to explode. I saw his cum shoot from him, on his chest and arms. I almost fell completely on top of him as I came.

Fuck. I want it now. I must sleep. I have a meeting at 9 am, which is.... oh wow. 2.5 hours. Just amazing. I am pleased.

Tuesday 14 July 2009

Time wasted

I had so much time wasted today. I turned down TWO of my favorite clients to meet new ones. One showed up late and missed me. The other never showed up period. I'm tempted to post his name, email and phone number, as he is ignoring my messages, but that would be unethical. Lucky for him I am a benevolant woman.

Frakkin douchebag

Sunday 12 July 2009

Friday night was nothing to sniff at either...

I met a new slave on Friday. A small-cocked wonder he was, with a surprising accent that I still can't help but try to imitate. We met outdoors. He looked insanely normal. The kind of normal person who would play a twisted killer on CSI. Cute though, and well-spoken.

I got him inside, discussed rules, and got him undressed. He passed the scent test for cleanliness. I've had a few dirty boys who did not. I scolded those losers for ever daring to present themselves to me that way, though I now think not harshly enough. There was one, Ethan, who I even let slide with it back when I first began. Au futur, he will not get away with that. But Ethan has stopped coming around and is nowhere near deserving of even a snippet of an entry, so back to my new slave. I'm going to call him Mr. Tiny as I feel he is deserving of that title.

Cute, big innocent eyes and a calm demeanor. Perfect. I feel like when recounting the tale, I can let loose more than in the moment. The hardest thing about controlling these little foot stools is controlling my own desire. Not letting them blow their sad little loads all over themselves is one of my greatest challenges. But I enjoy seeing them squirm more than I enjoy seeing them squirt, so somehow, always, je me d'Ă©brouille.

So Mr. Tiny began his training by kneeling between my fully clothed legs. He was told not to call me Mistress or any cheesy, banal names like that. Boring! He was told to raise his hand if he wanted to speak. Unless spoken to. He did mumble a few answers at first, but a few firm What-did-you-say?'s and he was speaking clearly for the rest of the session. Apparently, he likes being my bitch. I know this because after I tested his basic obedience skills, with which I was fairly impressed, I had him rise, turn, and bend over before me on the bed (and at that moment I was filled with a searing anger over the douchebag who stole my strap-on. Who does that?? It would have been so perfect to have at that moment). I was at a loss as to how to make his ass red without a serious lashing. I spanked him repeatedly but never quite achieved the redness I sought. Next time I will re-double my efforts and make that boy's bottom burn. Next time.

This time, as I had him bent over, with my gloved hands slapping and probing him, I confirmed that he was, in fact, my bitch. And that he's a pathetic little shit. He even admitted it, which did not surprise me. And with his manly-yet-nerdy type accent, I was understandably pleased and aroused. Pleased enough to use THREE different colored clothes pins on his balls. I started with pink, which for some reason, likely social conditioning, I would think men would find most emasculating. I wasn't sure how much he could take, and I know I can go much further next time, but I placed first pink, then light blue, and then green. I wish he had agreed to be photographed. He looked great from that angle, his balls pulled back tightly, his tiny limp cock just hanging there, helpless and begging to be slapped around. When I shoved my anal prober inside of him, he looked even better.

I fucked his ass for a good long while, trying my hardest to pace myself. I just wanted to make him eat my pussy. But instead, I made him watch. I sat him in a chair across from me and removed most of my clothes, except for my bra and panties. I told him that I wanted his little cock to grow. I told him that if he liked me, he would get hard for me. I told him to stroke his puny cock but not to come. "Do you know what will happen if you DO come? I will make you eat it. You will come when I say. Understand?" He said yes, emphatically, he did understand.

Something about fucking a guy's ass and then watching his stupid attempts at making his tiny cock larger, as I idly rub my nipples through my bra, really gets me going. I stood before him, ordered him not to stop stroking himself, and removed my bra. I ordered him to suck my nipple. And the other. He did this for a while, hungrily. I was swollen and knew I would climax soon if I went near my clit. I removed my panties, smelled them, and shoved them into his open mouth. I lie back down, and told him to keep stroking himself. I told him how badly I wanted to fuck. If only his cock was bigger, I would fuck him. I told him how pathetic he looked, with my black panties stuffed into his mouth, little cock in hand, furiously stroking up and down. I started fucking my pussy with a vibrator, fast enough to make myself moan and gush all over it. I got up, took my panties out of my mouth, and made him suck it. He did it, looking at me all the while. He kept moaning the whole time, turning me on even more.

He earned a taste, I thought. This is what I told myself. I ordered him up and down, right on the floor, in front of my bed. I stood above him, and squatted right down on his face. I lifted my dripping pussy up and down a few times to tease him, and then I was kneeling on his face, with my chest and arms on the bed. I never positioned a slave exactly like that before, but it was perfect. I told him to suck me first and he did. I told him to lick my clit next. My cunt was so swollen. I could feel his nose and chin between my lips. I knew I would come right away. I couldn't stop it. Only one guy, ever, in my whole life, made me come that fast by licking my pussy. I rode his face for less than 3 minutes and I was convulsing all over him, with my cum dripping on his face, him moaning under me and still feeling his arm furiously stroking his cock. (In contrast, the other guy who made me come like that from oral, years ago, was deported back to Brasil two weeks later. Less than 30 seconds! No joke. Someone even came out to use the washroom while I was climaxing.)

I don't normally allow slaves to eat me out, but I am so glad I did. I kept telling him that it was really too bad his cock was so small. I love to get fucked by a big cock after I climax. Not for too long, just as long as it's big and stiff.

What happened after that... I tortured him for an hour. I forced him to masturbate while watching me play with my pussy. I told him to make himself come, and tell me when he was going to explode. At the moment he was about to come, I told him to stop stroking. I told him, again, that if he made a mess, or came, he would have to eat it. Then I told him to make himself come again. And I told him to stop. I did this for some time. Finally, a placed a clock in front of him and told him to come all over himself at EXACTLY 1:20. He was told that he had only one minute. If he failed, he would not be allowed to come. He watched the clock and sure enough, a few seconds after 1:20 struck, he was coming all over his chest and stomach. I kissed him gently and thanked him, and then ordered him to clean himself off.

I have such fun plans for him next time. The ropes must come out. And I had this overwhelming urge to dress him up a bit... Teach him exactly how to make me come. Perhaps give him an orgasm test. So many ideas for my little bitch. And I mean bitch in the nicest, least sexist and misogynistic way. I have a real affection for these slaves. Too many ideas swirling around right now. I must sleep now.

A Day of Firsts.. Saturday

My very macho, manly Italian friend painted his fingernail shiny purple! That was a first, and something I never imagined I would see. My local bar now serves fruity girl drinks. Another first. I indulged in several fruity girl drinks and for the first time in a long time, I could not drink any more. I lost my favorite sunglasses and I didn't freak out in the sun.

I also had sex with a client. Officially. That's what I went there for. That's what we discussed. The two times it happened in the past, it just happened because I was so horny that I offered it. But this time that was what I was there to do. It feels like it's been a while since I got fucked, and I think, for my standards, it was. A few weeks, at least, and then it would have been with one of my since-departed lovers. Sigh. I miss them alot, still. The wound is fresh and raw, but I do have needs. The sex I had on Saturday was a welcomed distraction. It was also the first time I went "out" for a call where things worked out well.

And well.. I was very pleased to say the least. Some nice flattery and kissing to start with, sucking on my nipples, oral on me, facesitting (my all-time fave!) on a really comfy, well-positioned bed... and then doggy-style fucking. He had such a nice cock. And he was so cute, innocent looking, and smelled so good. And he fucked me so good. I almost felt bad, I enjoyed it so much. I didn't come, but I could have I think. I was so turned on, so swollen and so wet. He then turned me around, on my back, and fucked me for a few minutes. I think I made him come when he stopped thrusting and I kept pushing against him. I didn't want him to stop, but I get off on watching them come too, so what I am to do? I just lie back and watched him come into a condom, all dripping and engorged I was.

Overall, a fantastic day. Hot sex, extra cash, fun with friends and a new appreciation of a new and previously harshly judged neighborhood. Which neighborhood... that is a secret!

XOXO

I'm so horny now. I have a boobage session tomorrow morning. I can't sleep, though I should be. And it's so damn cold! Where has summer gone? (that's rhetorical. Thanks corporate world for the joys of global warming)

Thursday 9 July 2009

Thinking about sex

Things ended the other day with all of my lovers. I liked them alot, but I wasn't getting what I wanted out of those relationships. I will hold out for a guy who really cares about me.

But in the meantime, I still have to have sex, and I wonder if a happy medium would be to just give my clients what most of them want? I wouldn't have sex with all of them, but I am considering offering it to some of them.

Perhaps I am deluding myself out of loneliness, but I think this may work. Perhaps I'll place an ad and see what kind of interest it generates.

Maybe I will. Maybe I will...

Friday 3 July 2009

My First Testimonial :)

HAHA!! I got my first "testimonial" email today. I've received many compliments, but this was so extensive and well thought-out that it was more impressive to me, and thus worthy of the "testimonial" label. He said I could post it on my blog if I wished, so here it is:

"Hey Janelle,

Wow. I just saw you a few hours ago and I'm still hard thinking about what we did together. I can't get over how huge and soft your breast [sic] are. That pic you post doesnt do you justice my dear. And you really are beautiful. You should really thinking about posting face pics with your ad. You would get alot of business. There are so few truly big, beautiful women, but I would count you among them. I'll be jerking off to your blog pics shortly ;)

Thanks again, and see you next *****day,

Daniel VanDerWoodsen"

Name changed to protect the sexy and satisfied.

I am so flattered!! I'm very busy with painting these days. I'm just going full speed back into erotic art.

Monday 8 June 2009

Thanks to you, Mr. Hutchinson

Just wow. This new lover is working out beautifully so far. I'm so glad we met at this point.

Again, as soon as he walked in the door, we were kissing, quite passionately. I just can not help myself. He attracts me, he smells good, tastes good and when he kisses me my pussy swells open, especially when I can feel his hard-on through his pants. That condition seems to be quite normal for him, which pleases me immensely. Feeling a man so erect like that drives me insane. Watching them jerk off is one of my favorite pass-times, and in fact, often a source of income. When I get to see them come, and it goes all over their chest and stomach... I almost start convulsing inside. I've never even seen him coming on himself, but it's something I look forward to.

We kissed for a couple of minutes, moaning and lightly sucking each others' tongues. He suggested we smoke a joint. I suggested gin. I made us drinks and we sat down on the sofa to smoke a joint, with him teasing me every time it was my turn to smoke. He stuck his big toe inside of me, while he rolled a joint. This turned me on in an unexpected and big way, first because he looked so sexy lying there naked, and second because of the skill and dexterity required to accomplish such a task. The fact that the cat was in love with him only makes him more appealing to me.

We eventually ended up in my bed. As we were drinking, some of the details are foggy. I remember alot of kissing, which we both seem to enjoy immensely. I do remember him wanting to try something different that night: He wanted to attempt putting his balls inside me. That turned out exactly the way I thought it would. We came close at one point, and had I not wiggled my ass, he may have succeeded. I'm fairly tight, and balls are fairly... loose and unmanageable. But he's on my "gets pretty much whatever he wants" list, so I was more than willing to help him live out a fantasy, odd though I found it (which is mostly because I had NEVER heard of such a thing).

The highlight of the night was definitely when he was kneeling between my legs and rubbing his hard cock against my hard clit. He makes me so swollen and wet that I am always begging him to put it inside of me. He feels so good inside of me. Watching him rub against me, watching his chest move back and forth, and occasionally stealing a glance at our naked bodies in the mirror made me insanely wet and horny. Within about three minutes of him doing this, I was convulsing and hollering and begging him to fuck me right then. I think either our drunkenness or our inability to find a condom prevented us from doing so.

All I know is I slept well that night. He passed out for a few hours and we resumed our play when he awoke. I enjoy having him in my bed all night. I like having access to his cock, lips and tongue in the morning. We had even more fun a few night ago. That story is coming.

I might be seeing the hunter tonight. It's been such a long time since we've gotten together. I almost forget what he looks like.

Next story: The tale of the hot Swede sub.

Wednesday 3 June 2009

Freaked out

I found myself on this site, and I'm a bit freaked out. I guess it's to be expected.

Men can be so, so mean. I get that not everyone is into my body type, but why do they seem to HATE a big woman so much? Is it just repressed desire? Why not just move on instead of hurling insults like:

"Firstly this check looks like she's had 10 big macs too many but maybe you like them a bit plump"

LOL. I haven't had a big mac in years. And duh, obviously no one is going to choose me if they don't like them "plump". Dumbass. At least I can spell too. And this one:

"pretty much if all the pictures are really, really dark, then you know there is something there she isn't exactly wanting you to see. She is most certainly a very big girl. If you are into that sort of girl, she appears to be a good BBW - but I tend to prefer my girls to be smaller than me."

Pretty big assumption on his part. Guess he never thought I was doing self-portraits and battling low lighting, a cheap camera and no way to focus... How can someone look at those shots, where it's all RIGHT there, and think I am trying to hide how I look? I mean HELLO... I don't hide the fact that I am a fat girl. NOR do I airbrush, something I could easily do, and which is something that almost EVERY other girl does...

Sigh. Why do some men insist on being such evil, insecure little douchebags?

Meh. I don't take this crap personally anyways. They're probably just angry over the size of their weiners. And that they have to pay for action.

I wonder... if I was a stereotypically hot girl, would I then have the misfortune of meeting guys like this? All of my clientele are respectful, clean, attractive and very turned on by me. A few of them are smoking hot. Does my fat insulate me in ways I was unaware of? Does it keep the insecure, narrow-minded assholes away?

Also, I am NOT feeling well today... blech....

Monday 1 June 2009

My kind of night :)

I have this new lover, Mr. Hutchinson, and we got together Friday night. He's funny. He's gorgeous: Big blue eyes, orange-ish hair everywhere (well, almost) and an amazing smile, with skin that I could kiss and inhale for hours. As soon as he walked in we began making out. I'd been wanting him all week, all day, with the memory of our first time together still fresh in my mind. Kissing him was intense, sweet and so erotic. The way his lips would suck mine in, the way he'd steal my tongue and hold it with his lips, the way his fingers fluttered across my face... all make me wet and swollen, even now as I recall. And then to look down and see those beautiful big eyes looking back at mine is enough to make me smile in ecstasy.

I don't even remember how things unfolded, really. I remember some vague chill time, with drinks, doobs and teasing touches from him, and maybe a few from me. I was nervous, which is something I rarely am in the company of men. But he was so hot, so attractive to me, and I felt like a little girl with a crush. I remember wanting to lay my head in his lap but not doing so. I lay my hand there instead. I remember almost spilling our drinks as I pounced on him, breasts in his face smothering him, and I remember him smartly moving the entire table away. I remember the curtains being open and thinking that anyone walking by would see us, half naked on the sofa, with my breasts out and in his face, with him sucking on my nipples and me clawing at his clothing and squeezing him with my thighs. I remember thinking that I wouldn't care. That even if I knew someone were watching, I wouldn't have stopped.

In my bed, we kissed slowly, quickly, roughly and gently for a long time. He either enjoys it as much as I do, or he was trying to arouse me. I spent a lot of time on his unbelievable lips, kissing, touching, sucking and just barely licking them with my tongue. His neck, his hot spot, is where I focus when I want to see his cock twitch. I won't even get started on his cock yet as I am trying to keep my panties dry right now. He kept sucking on my tongue and kissing me, driving me crazy. Nothing turns me on more than kissing a guy I am really into while he plays with my nipples, especially if I can see or feel how hard he is.

This seemed to go on for hours, though I know it did not. Eventually, he began doing what he does best: eating my pussy. He goes down very slowly, slower than any man I ever met, spending alot of time on my breasts, chest, stomach, legs, thighs... this is treatment I am unaccustomed to, but it was so enjoyable. I just feel so spoiled and lazy, idly lying there, legs open, while he services me.

And what a service! He starts off with just light flicks of his tongue on my labia. This makes my pussy open farther for him. He uses his fingers to open me up more, and to expose my, at this point, very hard clit. He likes to tease, which suits me fine, and he does so by just licking my clit very gently a few times. He licks downwards, down to where I am so wet and I feel the tip of his finger feeling for my tight hole. He pushes a finger inside and I clamp down around it, moaning and savoring such an amazing sensation as he pushes it in slowly. He takes it out and tastes it, moaning, saying I taste so good. He does it again, this time putting the finger in my mouth, letting me taste it. I honestly don't know what all the fuss over my cum is about, as to me it tastes odd. Perhaps because I am not accustomed to it. Either way, his willingness to please, and his skill in pleasing, made me gush. When he came up to kiss me at one point, letting me taste myself, he surprised me. I realized, sticking my tongue out to meet his, that his mouth was full of my cum. I almost gagged as I was not expecting it. I was so turned by this, and in fact, it's still in my mind even today, three days later. The fact that he sucked all of that cum out of me shows something about his skill. I don't know that I've ever cum so much on my own or with anyone else, in my entire life. That he loves to eat it is both slightly gross and highly erotic and makes me feel so appreciative. I would do almost anything to please him.

Which includes taking him in my mouth, something my paranoid self rarely does. I love to have him lie back and slide all over him, kissing his lips, his nipples, licking his neck and dangling my breasts in his face for him to suck on and tease. The other night I was rubbing myself against him, hearing him moan and feeling his hard cock twitching beneath me. I wanted him inside of me at that instant but I waited. Waited until much later. At that point, I just wanted to suck him, on my hands and knees, and feel my pussy almost explode from the excitement. I commented that another guy would be useful while I am in that position, to fuck me. I wish I could suck him and fuck him at the same time.

His moans, hearing him call my name again and again, all make me start to drip. I turned around at one point, still sucking him, so he could "inspect" the dripping in my cunt, and straddled his face. Little hairs tickled me and got me going. He spanked my ass, though not as extensively as last time, and I started grinding myself against his face, feeling so close to coming.

After a short break, I went back to his beautiful, hard cock. I kissed him all over, licking his skin, rubbing him with hair on my head, on his chest, stomach, thighs. I licked his balls, something I know drives him crazy, listened to his moaning and watched him get harder and harder as I played with him. When he seemed ready to explode, I gave his cock a short lick. I wasn't sure he'd even feel it, but he did. I then took his balls right in my mouth, sucking very lightly, and using my tongue in a more rapid back and forth motion. This seemed to really arouse him as he grabbed my hands, head, anything he could reach, and squeezed. I told him how good he tasted, how sexy he was lying there, looking down at me. Finally, I moved up to kiss him quickly and returned to his cock, still rock hard and twitching. I started licking him up and down, side to side, very gently, before licking the head. He was extremely wet and leaking and using my tongue there made him leak even more. When I finally put my mouth around his dick I was sure he would come right then, he seemed that aroused. I was moaning the whole time, both for sensation and because I was very turned on by his response. He seems the type more accustomed to giving rather than receiving, but I could not have stopped myself from pleasuring this beautiful man if I'd wanted to. He was just so deserving of it.

This went on for a while. Sucking, fingering, jerking, kissing and licking each other. We would play, then stop, play, stop, and so on, for a few hours. I would done it all night if I could have, just kissing and sucking him until he begged me to stop. When he began fingering me lightly, I told him the secret that makes me come quickly. I told him to just use one finger and just put it inside me until first little knuckle. Just at the opening. He fingered me so good while I rubbed my clit that I was coming within a minute of him doing that. I just exploded all over his finger. He seemed satisfied at that point, and I was too.

I got on top of him shortly after that, riding his dick for a while before asking him if I could turn around. I wiggled my ass against him and he seemed to slide in me so easily. His cock felt so good inside of me I could have stayed like for an hour. Eventually, we drifted off to sleep, after fucking in several positions several times. He was one of the most amazing lovers I ever had the pleasure of taking to bed.

I eagerly await our next meeting.

Saturday 23 May 2009

Birthday Bondage

Fun times abound lately. I've made a couple of new friends, and I've been exploring more with this lover I've known for a few months. He's young but experienced and very skilled. For his birthday recently, he demanded to be tied up (no, he hasn't been trained. he's not a "sub" per se, but he was only slightly bratty). We had such a good time. I bound his cock extensively and got it harder than I have ever seen it. I rode him a few times, and blindfolded him.

Eventually I let him go so he could eat my pussy in a more comfortable position. I'm so looking forward to seeing little Mark again.

Monday 18 May 2009

Horny

This morning's session really got me going. I'm pretty horny, and I'm still wearing the lace bra I normally only wear for clients. It rubs against my nipples and makes them hard.

I need to masturbate again. I want to see my lover. I am so horny.

Sunday 17 May 2009

Ethan's New Toys

Ethan, the human toilet, kneeling at my feet with the new clothespins I got for him.

From blog

Today's session




Lately

All I can think about lately is bending guys over. Like the three annoying hipster, self-important dufuses at the bar tonight. Talking about boinking, indie art and "vintage" everything. I would love to strip them down, have all three kneel down on my floor, and just rope them together. Chain-gang style.

And then... there are the others. Like the sub I saw the other day, Nicholas. We met near the bookshop and came to my place. His obedience really turned me on. He stripped when I told him to, placed his clothes in the right place, and then sat down on the sofa, as he was told. I think he's been trained before. I sat, clothed, right on his very erect, very nice, very big penis and removed my top. He was told not to touch me and he didn't. I asked if he would like to see my nipple. He breathlessly said "YES miss". So, benevolent and horny woman that I am, I removed the bra, placed a nipple near his lips and said "suck it please". He obeyed and sucked me perfectly. If I see him again, I will let him taste my pussy. I still can not believe that men allow me to do these things to them, and enjoy it (the best part).

After feeding him my nipple, I stood and moved back to the chair I had set up directly in front of the sofa. I spread my legs, opened myself so that he could see, and fingered my clit, all the while watching the reactions on his face. He seemed aroused, and judging from his twitching cock, he was. He never touched himself, as instructed. He just watched and thanked me.

Later, I had him rise, turn, kneel and bend over the sofa as I like to do with new partners. I gently caressed his back, his ass, his thighs, all that smooth pale skin so arousing my senses. I actually kissed his ass on both sides and left lip marks (which I later wiped lovingly off). I whispered to him how I loved the sight of his hard cock leaking cum onto the towel beneath him. Whenever I touched him, stroked him more than a few times, he warned me that he was about to come. This pleased me immensely.

After straddling him lightly from behind, I positioned myself directly in front of his lowered head on the sofa. My nipples were pressing against the cold cotton fabric. With my face against the wall, and ass against his head, I began to finger myself. Amazingly, through all of this, he never touched. To reward this excellent behavior, I reached down between my legs, grabbed one of his clasped hands, and rubbed a finger against my swollen clit. He moaned when I did this and thanked me. I allowed him to rub me a while as I played with my nipples. Nothing turns me on like having my nipples stimulated. He asked if he could look up. I told him could and almost came when he said it. After a few minutes, as I rubbed myself against his hand, being driven crazy by his moans, I asked him to put his finger inside of me and finger me slowly. When he did this, I came within 2 minutes, clamping and soaking his wonderful fingers.

Next I kneeled behind him again, rubbing his smooth ass, slapping his balls as he requested, and stroking his beautiful cock, waiting for his warnings about coming. Now, right now, I wish I had prolonged it more, given it more time to build. I just have such a hard time controlling myself, and at this point I am almost ready to climax again at the mere thought of it. I told him how seeing him come would please me. How he had pleased me. That he was the best boy I had met yet. Perfectly obedient and beautiful. I can't get him out of my mind.

Watching him come under my hand is something which I will now ponder in bed. I just find the male orgasm so satisfying in sight, sound and feel. but him in particular. I never thought I would have such a fondness and affection for submissive males. They really are special.

Saturday 16 May 2009

I love having my toes sucked....

And who wouldn't want to?

On my mind today

Sigh. It's "that time of the month" and I am, of course, horny as the rosebush at the cottage. I keep thinking about my lover, Yuma, and about the last time we were together. I'm not normally overly affectionate, and in fact, alot of my sexual experiences recently are more experiments in arousal and eroticism than passionate throwdowns. But with Yuma, there is no kink (not yet anyways), just pure attraction and lust.

When he came in, there to fuck me before a concert I was off to, he took off his shoes, came right over to me and pulled me to him. He smelled like the day and I was instantly aroused. I pulled him by the neck, looked in his big brown eyes and kissed him slowly, pressing myself against him, feeling him already hard. What followed was a divine oral session and me on top of him, riding him until he came. In fact, he warned me that he was coming, almost as though this were a bad thing, and I just bit my lip while looking at his sweet face and told him to do it. Told him I really wanted to feel it. He came right then, pulsing and twitching inside of me, looking in my eyes the whole time and feeling my cunt slowing sliding off of him. I put my nipples in his mouth. He was still hard when I pulled the condom off. I miss him and wish I could kiss those sweet lips and suck that sweet cock right now.

Sigh. Alas. He is a parent and the child comes first.