I love sleeping between two people.  Perhaps it has to do with fantasy.

 

“You two can talk until you fall asleep – I won’t mind.  It won’t keep me awake.”

“What about moans of pleasure?”

His raised brow hints at mischief.  We all chuckle, but as my friend continues speaking, my lover is teasing me by playing one of my favorite games: “Shut the Fuck Up, Sugarcunt.”  It’s much like another one of my favorite games, called Concentration.  He deftly squeezes my nipple between two fingers, rolling it back and forth.  It’s not enough for him to win – my eyes meet his, and he interprets the challenge correctly.  The squeezing intensifies, and the stinging fire begins building between his fingertips and shoots straight to my loins.  My mouth opens wordlessly and he pinches harder -

- harder

- harder

until a trembling whimper escapes my throat as my nails climb his broad shoulders.  His attention moves to the source of the sound, long fingers embracing my neck and cutting off my air.  I squirm, and my lover’s nails tickle my groin through my panties; they travel north, and the aching disappointment is so strong that it nearly forms words of protest.  He stifles them before they happen by moving the hand back down, turning the tickling into lazy, tingling-trail strokes.  My hips quiver, lips hang open, eyes wide,

 then I feel it.

My friend’s hands, slipping along my arms.  She tugs them behind me and captures them at the wrists, pushing her body against my back and forcing me to open myself further.

“Don’t struggle, cunt.”

My lover’s lips hang over my ear while his fingers push harder, dragging my panties into the growing well of slickness between my legs.  My friend’s other hand manipulates my other nipple while her tongue plays along the back of my neck.  I’m going insane – two objects of fantasy meeting in an unlikely scenario.  Teeth overtake my earlobe.  The warm strokes have moved beneath my panties, combing through my hair, brushing my clit, and dancing over my opening so coyly that I want to scream.

I’m readjusted now – upright, into her lap, with her arms around me, bracing me, while she shoves my panties aside and pulls my outer lips apart to expose me entirely.  Her teeth nip at the skin where my ear meets the neck, causing a violent tingling sensation at the base of my spine.

There is a warm, wet probing at my clit.  Liberated, my hands are now free, and they clutch for anything – sheets, pillows, my friend’s thighs.  I dig my nails into her flesh as I’m licked from the perineum up, his tongue fluttering double-time across the hood of my clit and then back down.  Over and over, harder, circling, sucking my inner lips, tongue tracing naughty words and sweet nothings and fingers pumping now, thrusting up and forward, pushing deep, in and out hitting behind my clit and it feels sogood and sohardandsosweet and FUCK.

Jul 052011
 

While discussing some of the disappointments we’ve seen in porn, a friend described this scene to me:

Him: There’s a porn clip of this girl masturbating in a kiddie pool
Him: Except first she has to blow up the pool.
Him: And blow up some water wings.
Him: Which is as sexy as you’d imagine.

There are plenty of kinks I don’t have, and can respect, but his description is too hilarious to me.  I can’t even handle it.

But wait!  There’s a link and more chat log below.  Warning: I use caps a lot when my mind is blown.

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Signs that I would not be returning your message even if I had not recently acquired a boyfriend:

1)  You promise to “rock my world” in your profile.

2) You promise to “rock my world” repeatedly in one message.

3) When you say you’ll rock my world, you spell “your” as “yo.”

 

That awkward moment when you have to remove your sex toys from your electric pitcher because you want to boil water that’s actually going to go in your mouth.

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