Good Morning

So it happened this morning that i was awoken in the most delightful way. In a foggy dream-like state my Man's voice came to me through the haze of sleep, "Princess, I am horny and need to leave soon for work." As His fingers gently pull my head toward the edge of the bed i look up to see Him standing over me, His trousers are open and His cock is in His hand. I look at Him, and smile weakly up at Him. He smiles down at me, "You are such a good girl. Baby, I don't have much time." He says this as His hand slides over His cock and pats the purple tip His cock against my cheek. I smile lazily up at Him and open my mouth, wanting Him to guide His long cock into my lips. He slips His fingers into my hair and caresses my scalp with His strong finger tips.

"Baby, I have been reading your blog. See what you did to me?" I nod and giggle sleepily and open my mouth wider. He says, "No, pet, I want to cum on your face today, to remind you that you are MY girl." I nod silently and reach out my arm to pull His hips toward me. He pushes my hand gently aside and smiles at me. He shakes His cock over my face so that a drop of pre-cum falls on my cheek. I feel the warm wet droplet rolling toward my open lips and i open my mouth to catch it with my tongue. As i tastes His nectar, I feel and hear the lurid wet slapping of His cock on my hollow cheek and i close my eyes again.

Then i hear Him pull open the drawer next to my bed. He puts a vibrator into my hand. With one hand on His cock He pulls the blankets aside and exposes my bare breasts and my white cotton panties. He pulls the panties aside and directs me to presses the vibrator against my pussy. "I want to watch you pet. I want to watch you make yourself hot for Me."

I part my legs, and slide the vibrator between my already moist lips and stroke it slowly up from the entrance to my clit. I arch my hips up toward His hand which is pulling my white panties aside. I roll my hips toward Him. He laughs, His raucous bawdy laugh, "No, princess, you get nothing from Me, show Me how much you want Me." He slaps my cheek with His hard cock, it bounces from my cheek and i watch as the beautiful, purple head arcs toward my face and slaps my cheek again and again. THWAT... THWAT... TWHAT with each stroke of His cock against my face. I tighten my cheeks so that the sound changes. It turns from a lurid wet sound to that of a hollow drum THUNK, THUNK, THUNK.

"Show Me My pussy, show Me how much you love MY cock." I arch up and whisper "please" so softly its just a breath, barely a word, more like a sound. My Man knows what i want. He knows i cannot resist His cock in so near my lips. He takes his hand from my panties and i slide my panties down past my fuzzy mound. I slip my finger into my wet entrance then over my clit, showing Him how much i want Him. I show Him how His arousal makes me so wet and needy for Him.

He smiles down a me, His cock still in His one hand , with His other hand, He curls His fingers into my hair pulling my face to His downy pubis. He presses my nose into His balls. His curly russet hair is moist, He smells of soap and the musky smell that is particular to Him. His balls are soft against my lips, i stick out my tongue to taste Him and He pulls my head away from Him. I grunt. He smiles down at me playfully, "You want Daddy's balls, princess?" I am still very near Him, his pubic hair tickles my lips when i respond "Yes, please"

"Tell Me what you want, say it!" He likes when i talk dirty to Him, He likes to hear me beg.

"Please, Daddy, Please let me taste Your balls."

He teases me, His fingers grip harder in my hair, it's a game, i know it, so does He. "Is that really what you want, princess?"

"I want You to fuck my mouth please. Please Daddy, put Your big fucking cock into my lips and use my mouth. Please, i promise to be good."

"My, dear, little, slut, you will be good no matter what I do to you. I know you will. Now open your fucking mouth so I can use My little horny slut."

I open my mouth and He shoves His fully hard cock into my lips and i gasp, gagging on his long tool. He fucks my mouth for just a few strokes, pulls His throbbing tool out of my mouth. His cock drips pre-cum and my spittle. He rubs it all over my lips like He is painting lipstick onto me then on my bare tits coating me with His sticky nectar. I have the vibrator going between my legs, i am sooo ready to cum. But i don't dare cum without His permission. He smiles down at me, and strokes His drooling cock over my face, splashing me with pre-cum. He reaches down and grips a nipple hard into His hand and smiles at me one last time. He strokes His cock onto my face pressing the tip into my soft cheek with each stroke.

"Princess, ask Me for your gift."

I perk to attention and beg for all i am worth "PLEASE can i have Your cum! Please cum on my face, please! I will take it all, i wont move i promise."

He thrusts His hips toward my face and with one hand on the back of my head, With His other hand He strokes His cock. Then with one final stroke He pulls my face toward His cock and thrusts His hips as His cock erupts. His hips buck into My face so that His cock spews His hot creamy load onto my cheeks, lips and forehead.

He looks down at me. Satisfied He puts the tip of His spent tool into my lips and i sip the last drops gently from His tip. He strokes my head. "You are such a good girl princess, I love you but I need to go to work now. Don't wash your face until I call you, but you can cum if you want." He reaches down with a knuckle and smears His cum over my lips. I part my lips and suck his salty finger into my mouth and savor the taste of His cum on my lips. He strokes my cheek gently with His hand, sending the congealing cum sliding over my neck and into my hair and over my tits.

He smiles at me zips His pants and leaves for work.

He called, but not until lunchtime, His sticky cum on my face and chest a reminder of Whose slut i am.

Three's Company

I was living a double life. I had to make it stop. She and i talked about it. We discussed how to keep this up. She knew what was happening to me. I was turning into a liar and cheat, things neither of us liked. We talked about how to have it all. How to not let this end, but to keep my marriage safe. We decided to tell Hubby. But not just tell Him, but invite Him to join. So it happened that cheating turned to sharing.

She came into our bed. I watched as my Man, held her in His arms, and made love to her. Slowly, he discovered her and became aroused by her. I wanted him to know all of the wonderful things i had had of her, and give them to Him. This is how i would repent. It was my penance for being naughty. I would buy back my conscience by giving him another woman, the one i loved.

And all at once, things had changed. She wasn't just another girl anymore. She wasn't my best friend anymore, she was our shared lover. I would watch as he touched her, watch as his fingertips roamed her body, and kissed those nipples that gave me such a thrill. As he smelled her, i would lay behind Him, sandwiching Him between us. He faced her though, she was new and something to discover. I felt his body stirring to hers, i reached around Him and held his cock stiff in my hand. I took pride in being the one to offer Him the gifts of her. It thrilled me to know that. I watched as she took His manhood into her mouth. I watched as she sucked his cock, i watched as she stroked his long shaft and kissed it and took it into her lips. I was secretly thrilled she wasn't able to make Him cum in her mouth as i loved to do.

He lay me back and directed her to lay on top of me. Her breasts were pressed to my chest, and i wanted so badly to take one into my mouth and suckle it. I wanted to take comfort in her body and in her sex. He stood there at the end of the bed, as I held her in my arms, and she kissed me. Her hair curtained my view of Him, but i could feel Him as He stood behind us. When i thought He would take me, He took her instead. I felt her move against me, straddling me when He entered her. I felt as though she entered me. It was glorious. He lifted her ass with His hands and pressed his cock into her. I felt her respond to Him. I felt her lift up toward Him, crouching to feel Him enter her deeper. I raised my hips to feel her against me. I clutched at her, pushed her back against Him. I whimpered and moaned, i felt her writhing against Him, pressing herself deeper onto His hard cock. I wanted that cock. I wanted it so badly, but in the wanting it, i lost my power to take it, so i reveled in the humility of not having it. I relaxed and submitted. He came, thrusting into her, pounding her brutally, and she came panting into my face and clutching at my raw skin, and as if by osmosis, i felt every movement of her cunt, every quiver of body and felt her ragged breath and i came with them.

I pulled her closer to me. Kissing her, needing more. We touched. My fingers found her nipples. He lay beside us spent, and held me spooned in His hips as she made love to me. She was on fire. It was different than it had been when it was just she and i. There was an urgency, as if she had to prove she could satisfy me as much as He could. She fingered me, dipping her long fingers into my soft folds, she swirled her fingers into my pussy and teased my clit, i writhed in His arms as she did this. Then she lay me back and He lay on his side watching as she licked me, in slow swirls until her face was coated with my nectar and i was writhing. Screaming in ecstasy, i exploded, quivering and pulling her hair as my Man touched my breasts.

That was the first time she slept over, in our bed. She lay nestled between Hubby and me. We slept that night, feeling devilish and giddy. We woke to touch each other again and more, the combinations were infinite. Its like we were showing off to each other, "look what i can make her do"..."look how hard He came when i did that" It was a short summer and as all things that burn too hot and bright, it burnt out quickly. (AMEN)

Naughty Girls

I didn't tell Hubby what i had done. I really didn't think of it as cheating, not in the way i would had she been a Man. She practically lived with us. She and i still did all of the things we always did together. We went to work, went to the gym and hung around with or without Hubby in the evenings. It got to the point where i was wishing Hubby would go out so that i could touch her. She and i would make excuses to go down to her apartment below. "Be back soon Hubby, we are trying on dresses", "I need to borrow a scarf for work","We are going to talk about girly things." Hubby didnt suspect a thing, he just was happy to be away from the girls for a while.

We would close the door behind us, and touch. Touch each others hair and skin and bodies. We became more adventurous. I would hold her in my arms, and bury my face in her warm breasts. I kissed her skin, and cupped her breasts. I could not get enough of her lovely creamy breasts. She would undress me, and lay next to me. We touched everywhere. My fingers skated across her smooth flat belly. I loved to feel the softness of her body, savor her smells. I wasn't bold enough yet to taste her. Taste her warm nectar. I touched it, i slid my fingers into her, curled my fingertips until i felt the rough nub of her gspot and then, i would feel her, feel the power i had, feel her shiver and quake as she held me tighter. She groaned my name, she would giggle through her orgams. She cooed and cried and moaned as my fingers slid into her soft moist folds. She felt like warm cake batter in my fingers and i just wanted more of it.

She did the same to me, i would hold her wrists, pushing her hands against me, to feel her strong slim hand deeper in me. She teased me, she lowered her head to my belly and dragged her tongue downward, slashing at my belly with her long hair. She made me writhe and want her more. And i did want her, i wanted so much more of her.

She lowered her head more and held me in her arms, not like a man does, she held my bottom like one holds a fractious child. Cupped in her elbows, pulling me toward her, so she could press her lips deeper into me. I writhed and slid my fingers into her long silky hair. I panted and groaned, and tried to push her away, but i didn't want to. I wanted more of this. I closed my eyes and felt my orgasm sliding over me. I wanted her, i wanted so much more of her. I had been in this same position in Hubby's arms so recently, but it was so diffrent. I wanted her, i wanted so much more. I knew what i had been doing was so very, very, wrong.

She and i were equals not like i was with Hubby. He was my Master, she was my friend. We talked about Hubby. I told her this was wrong, so very wrong, but i was so greedy. I wanted so much more, i thought i could have it all.

Just another Girl

She was my best friend. In the way that girls have best friends. We did things together, we shared our stories we laughed at other people, we watched T.V. together, we talked about everything, never kept secrets from each other, and told each other the most intimate details of our lives.

She lived downstairs. I lived with Hubby, she knew every single detail of my sex life with Him, she giggled with me about things Hubby and i did. She told me play by play accounts of the dates she went on. We were best friends. We joined the same gym, went together, came home together. She practically lived in our apartment. It was fun, always having her around.

We went to the gym together, we walked home talking, and in that way that girls that are friends can do, we held hands and skipped the 3 blocks home. We were warm from the workout, the perspiration dried and was left salty on our un-showered skin. It was springtime, the leaves were starting to bud on the leaves and we were happy. That electric tingle of spring was in the air. That warm clean air, that gets washed with a cool breeze. It scrubs the mind of all that is stagnant or stodgy. The kind of weather that makes you want to sing happy songs like the birds that have just returned to the park after a nice holiday in the southern tropics.

We got home from the gym, and flopped onto my big bed, the one i shared with my Husband. She and I lay there, tired and happy watching tv, making fun of whatever was on. I remember watching her. Staring at her, thinking how beautiful she looked. She was smiling, her hair was a mess, her body long and lean sprawled on the bed. I just stared at her, admiring her aesthetic. I watched her lips move as she spoke, i watched the swell of her small breasts in her tight tank top. I watched her, not critically, just seeing her, surveying how her body moved. i reached out and touched her face. The back of my hand sliding over her smooth skin pushing the hair from her cheek.

It was not awkward at all, not like it would be if she were a man, that I was friends with, it was just me, touching her. But then she turned her head, and looked at me. Our eyes locked, she was still smiling and so was I. I slid my hand over her shoulder to the back of her neck. Feeling the warmth of her skin, she moved closer to me, and she touched me. We stopped speaking, everything stopped. The air seemed to become thick and heady, and my fingers trailed over her body feeling the senusal form of her, as a blind sculptor might learn his subject. My fingers traced lightly over her jaw, feeling how smooth her skin was, then over her bare arm. It didnt feel wrong, it felt so right. We lay like that, just touching for hours.

Then it happend, i am not sure how, but my lips touched hers, and a crackle of electricity sparked through us. It was like a bolt of lightening splitting the spring air, which announces summer. It was hot and humid and bright. She tasted sweet and warm and soft and buttery and smooth and nothing like any man i had ever kissed. Not like a man at all. Nothing like it.

I still don't know if all women taste like her, but it's like the most narcotic drug. One that slows your blood, makes everything move slower. Our hands slowed on eachothers bodies, but as before it was just tender touching now it was with intention. Her skin, palpable in its sexuality called to my fingers. I leaned in and held her small breast, feeling it soft in my hand, i watched in rapt fascination as her nipple tightened in my fingers and i lowered my head to kiss it.

She didn't taste like anything that my lips had ever touched before. Her skin was salty and sweet. Her breast was smooth and the pink nipple was surprising to me, it tasted metallic, and smelled like her perfume. She was so feminine, so beautiful, so sexy. It was surreal. Our bodies moved slowly against each other. Grinding kissing, feeling touching, but there was no urgency as there is with a Man. When i am with a man, i feel his body and his cock separately. His cock speaks to me like another entity, throbbing and asking to be held.

Her whole entire body was like a cock one that i wanted to possess. I wanted to have her entirely.

It was just her, My friend, my best friend who i knew everything about. I knew how she liked to be touched by men, what her turn offs were, i knew it all. It was like i had the cliffs notes to what made her tick, and she had the same manual for me.

What's the Difference?

Sorry for my absence my loyal and delicious followers, but sometimes a girl needs to rest her poor pussy. In my last post i referred to a heated affair i had with a girl. And gosh, i have been getting a vib in box regarding that tidbit. And ooh, that reminds me, i need to make a correction... NOT ALL the Men i know say they are below average in size, the ones that are below average tell me they are hung like stallions. (Settled that good and plenty.)

MMmm... Girl on Girl action. That's what you want to hear about isn't it? I have been working that one out in my head, how to write it, how to put an actual "affair" into a blog post, how to describe how lovely and tantric being with a woman can be, and how, lovely and different women are from men, how sexual and beautifully formed women are, and how smooth and soft their skin is, in contrast with men. It's thrilling to think about a woman's breasts, feeling one in my hand, tasting the metallic piquant of her nipple. Touching her skin that feels like warm melted butter mixxed with velvet. Feeling the passion welling from within myself amplified by the same exact emotions in another woman.

Women are nothing like men (as if you needed me to tell you that.) But not just in anatomy or in any carnal way. Women are unlike men in how they think and how they react to stimulis. A woman discuss her friend's body, in a conversational way, "Your tits look so great in that dress, i wish my tits looked so nice in anything i own." I have never seen men discuss their anatomy in such an obvious comparative way. Women will touch other women in very intimate ways without feeling awkward. "Feel my legs, this new razor is great." Have you ever imagined a man having his friend touch his face with the back of His hand to feel how smooth His shave is? Makes me giggle to think of. Even the gayest of gay men don't do that.

Women are dichotomies in everything we do. We change our minds, we are fickle, we are two faced, duplicitous, and never seem to know what we want. We can be passionate and affectionate one moment, and nasty and cold the next. Multiply that by 2 women, and you have an exponential potential for pleasure and misery. Add a man to the mix and you have a powder keg with a lit fuse.

That is where my story should begin, but not yet. It will start, i promise. But i am also a woman, a seductress, a siren, an adulteress and tease. I can make you wait, so I will.






Not yet. But very soon, i promise.

Does Size Really Matter?

I am not a doctor but i know enough about researching really important topics online to feel like i can discuss this lengthy topic. As a self admitted cock worshiper, who better to analyze this topic. I mean it is one of my favorites after all.

I know that most of my readers are men. ( Thank you fellas!) In my conversations with most of my male friends or sex partners or online fuck buddies, i hear all the time. My dick is just average. My dick is small. And then there are always the pick up lines in the sex chat rooms where some guy says "I have an 11 inch cock, wanna cyber?" Well to all of you gents that feel unworthy let me start by saying yet again I LOVE COCK! no matter what size you are, so long as you can get it up and make it spit, i am a HAPPY, HAPPY GIRL!

Like i said at the start of this article, i have done EXTENSIVE research into this topic, I read like 4 blogs and 3 online articles on google news, as well as all the wonderful delicious delightful cock photos you gents send me. (Thank you fellas!!) Also, lets not discount all of the wonderful first hand expiriences i have had. You will all get to hear the long and short of it.

I am gonna start out by getting myself in a LOT of trouble here. My Man, has never let me measure his cock with a ruler so my estimate of his delicious, succulent rod is just using a practical measuring device (my hands and mouth). By that measure he is 2 hands a bit in the mouth. But now i ask, who the fuck cares what line is ticked on a ruler? Well sorry boys, all I care about is how hard it gets and how long you can stand my lips wrapped around your sweet rod before you cum. I mean there are benefits to the small ones and to the big ones. But mmm mmmm mmm, like the joke about pizza, even bad pizza its still better than cooking. And by that analagy i mean, any cock is waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay better than not having a cock at all.

I have had sex with a woman, a heated affair infact (story for another blog, stay tuned) but i cannot understand why women go gay. I mean i am all for gay relationships, but dayummmmm whats the point without a cock? I LOVE COCK, and no strapon in the world is as succulent and sweet as any cock you gents pack in your shorts. I mean Writing this is making me all hot and bothered, i will try to continue coherently.

OK, back to the topic i wish was in my hands. Size, does it matter? According to CBS News a Study shows that 85% Of Women Are Pleased With Partner’s Penis Size, But 45% of Men Wish Theirs Were Bigger. So clearly size matters. But here is the key question does it matter to you or your partner?? 85% of women say you are just fine! And i have never met a cock i didn't want to suck!

I have been with all sorts of cocks in my time. From the ones that when he drops his drawers my jaw fell on the floor and said "Oh MY GOD! Did the elephant mind you took his dick?" And the ones that I just pet and say, "its ok dear, you will grow", to find that it has already grown all the way. Here is the rub. Size matters, but only for the task that you are wanting to do.

For example, the best lover i ever had had the smallest cock of all the ones i have ever been with. But he doesn't know he is small and worked that tool like a magician shuffles cards. He could literally have me screaming in orgasm with a tiny change in position, but he is so small in certain positions i wasn't sure he was actually inside of me. But some men with that have big cocks seem to think that's all it takes. "I am packing a rifle loaded with bird shot... she's gonna cum" Sorry boys, it takes more than that.

When i met the man that belongs to the biggest cock i ever saw. He said his dick is less than average. He made all sorts of "irish" jokes about the size of his dick and he said he was on the small size of average. When i finally got to see that golden rod of of lucious manhood, standing erect and crookedly bobbing for my touch. I nearly fell over. I asked him what the hell were all of the jokes about. He replied, something like "when its flacid it looks like all the others in the shower" he went on to explain, the only erect ones he saw were in porn films and by those standards he was average. *(this is porn from the 70's through 1990 when porn stars had huge dicks.)

Let me leave you with this in parting the average cock size world wide varies by less than half an inch, but everyone i have ever met says in all honesty that they think they are a bit less than average. But so long as they are covered in skin i want it in my mouth!

Telltale Heart

I have a friend who told me he was driving along with his wife in the car one day when he noticed there was a new shop that opened along a street he travels often. He slowed to look at the new store and his wife said to him "Is she prettier than me?" He was dumb struck not having any idea at all what she was referring to and asked her. She said, "Well you slowed to look at something, I saw that young woman passing on the sidewalk over there. You must have been looking at her, is she prettier than me?"

Now I ask, what if she was prettier than his wife? What if he had really been looking at her, and fantasizing about how her lips may feel around his cock? How her soft young body may feel pressed perspiring against his softer mature flesh? Wondering to himself what would it be like to fuck a little thing like that. Is that cheating?

What if i chat with a Man online. What if I fantasize in great detail how his skin feels on mine, how his lips feel when he kisses me, how his breath comes in ragged spurts when he is about to cum. How his cum will taste on my lips and how his touch will make me whine in pleasure. Does that make me unfaithful to my Husband if i never touch that Man?

What if when my Husband is away with His friends on vacation without me, He sits by a fire drinking with His friends. It is a cold night, the fire is warm. He watches the sparks crackle upward from the large fire pit. The crackling flames are hypnotic. Everything moves in a hazy state. It is dreamlike, surreal in His drunken state. They are singing songs. He sings too. He knows the words. He is laughing. It is cold. A girl, not one he ever met before sits on the ground at His feet. Her back is pressed to His knees. She moves away from Him. He feels the cold gnawing at Him where her body was. He pulls her shoulders toward him. She presses closer. There are bawdy laughs from around the fire. The sound is distant. He is in His cocoon, the warmth of another person feels nice in His drunken haze.

He puts a hand on her shoulder, plays with her blond hair. Touches the skin on the back of her neck. He compares her in his head to His girl. His thoughts are muddled. His girl is full and dark. This girl is small and blond and birdlike. Her hair slips between his fingers and falls like silk. His girl's hair gives him something to hold onto. His girl has thick curls that He grabs and holds in His gripped fist. This girl's hair trickles through His fingers like water.

He drifts in hazy thoughts, how this girl will taste on His lips. Will she be hard where His girl is soft? How her pussy feel on His hard cock. Will she feel different than His girl? He his horny. He is drunk, is cock is talking to Him. Thrumming a beat in His pants, needing attention. He pulls the girl closer, He touches her, cups her small breast in his hand. Weighs it, admires the newness of it. He tells Himself, "she isn't My type."

The party by the fire quiets. People drift off unnoticed. The girl is drunk too, she slithers closer to Him, they are huddled together sharing a blanket. They wander off together farther from the fire. They lay the blanket on the ground. They snuggle together and kiss. She feels new, so different. Her body is cold, hard, and boyish. Not like His girl. He keeps comparing His girl to this one in His mind. "My girl has nicer breasts." He leans in and tastes one. She feels nice now. She holds His cock. Gripping too hard. He adjusts her, still not right. He takes her hand away and pulls her closer. Touches her. She isn't soft like His girl. He is sobering. He kisses this girl, she tastes different. This isn't His girl. His girl knows what to do. He loves His girl. He hugs her. He Tells her He is sorry. He is tired and needs to go to sleep. She protests, snuggles in closer, touches Him.

He is soft now. He isn't horny anymore. He puts her aside, and leaves His blanket with her. He goes back to His campsite and sleeps alone. He feels ashamed and sorry. His friends ask the next morning what happened. He tells them the truth. They laugh and tease Him. "Your girl has You by the balls." He says, "No, My girl has me by the heart."

He is sincere when He tells me this. It is all true. Not because i chose to believe Him. Its true because a heart can't lie. He holds me in His arms, when He tells me this story. I hear His heart beating, His breath on my skin, His lips so close to mine. I taste the salt of His tears. I Feel with Him the fear he has of the truth. I tell Him I am not angry. How can i be? How can i be angry at Him for doing what is right?

Is trying on someone cheating or does it really remind you what you love about your partner?