Sex Me, Sex You.

I really like choking on it.
Spitting on it.
Sucking on it.
Hearing him moan.
Getting him as hard as possible so he can fuck me into oblivion.
Spit dripping down my chin.
Sucking on just the head.

Sometimes, I think I enjoy it more than he does. 

Because we haven’t been having a lot of sex. In fact, we’ve been having very little sex. We’re down to about once per week, which is normal for the average couple, but abnormal for the couple who fucks everyday, thrice a day, like we used to. My new birth control pill has plummeted my sex drive to zero. And he’s been busier than usual with work.

Upon hearing this, some might say that we’ve gotten tired of sex or of each other. It’s actually quite the opposite. We spend just as much time together doing non-sexual intimate stuff. I could literally spend all day in bed with him doing nothing. We cuddle and talk and bite and squeeze and tickle and lick and laugh. It’s always my favourite part of every day.

I think it’s great that we can be together for hours enjoying each other’s company without having sex. And when we do have sex, it’s always pretty good.

We haven’t done anything nasty in a while though. I miss that.

It’s 3:33 AM, I’m up ( No pun intended), extremely horny and I want my baby. I haven’t seen her in maybe 3 weeks.

I miss everything about her. Her smell, her voice, her grace. But what I really miss right now is her pussy. The taste of it, the smell of it and her love juices all over me…my face, my tongue; everywhere.

There’s a saying, absence makes the heart grow fonder. That’s true, but this is also true: Absence makes me absolutely sexually fucking crazy. I want to her to sit on my face and whine on it while I’m tongue fucking her, she likes that, I like that she likes it and I like it too. I want to stick my tongue deep down in her pussy, deep down in her asshole, and I’d spit in them for good measure too…mhhm. I want her to stick her tongue in my ass, I don’t want my fingers to be there idle either, because when my dick is in one hole, my finger will be in another. Imagine, doggy style, dick in her pussy ( or ass) and finger in the other. Or, tongue in her ass ( or pussy) and finger in the other. A lot of ways to mix it up, that’s the fun part.

It’s now 3:45 AM and if she was here with me, in bed, those needs would have been satisfied. After all that fucking like wild animals my thirst would have been quenched and I would happy. And I’ll I’d want to do is cuddle, I wasn’t always a cuddler, but I love it, I love cuddling with her. And that’s what I miss the most, because that’s when I feel closest to her.

Now, Excuse me while I fuck myself and think about my baby.

-Priapus

1. A year and 11 months ago. The day we saw each other for the first time. He put his hand under my skirt and fingered me under the table at Burger King. The next day, we had an impromptu meetup and had our first real kiss. It was so crazy to me. We had only been talking for about three weeks and I had just seen this guy for the first time in real life the day before. The kissing got more heated and he was pushing me to my knees, but I wasn’t ready for that yet.

2. A year and 10 months ago. The first time we had sex. It was a Tuesday. I was particularly nervous about him giving me head because nobody had ever done that to me before. The sex was bad. I was nervous and very inexperienced. It took a half hour just to get him in. He’s still the only person to have ever given me head.

3. A year and 8 months ago. Our first good fuck. By then, I was coming out of my shell a bit more. We went to an event, but we were dying to leave. We started kissing and touching each other in the taxi. We fucked for a little over an hour. Then I think we “made love”. He pulled me in to cuddle with him and asked “You love me?”. I said yes. Then he asked me a couple more times and I kept saying yes. He never struck me as the cuddle type, which is funny because now that’s all he wants to do.

4. A year and 4 months ago. I had broken up with my on again/off again boyfriend, so I was officially single. I went to see him (him being Priapus). I don’t know what I was going for. We barely spoke at this point. He was very mean to me and said he didn’t want a relationship with me, but kept begging me to break up with my boyfriend because he hated seeing me with anyone else but him. As soon as I got to his place, we just started kissing. Supermassive Black Hole was playing. He unbuttoned my jeans, but I stopped him and said I had to go. We playfully walked up his street, hitting and bumping into each other and making jokes.

5. A year and 1 month ago. I got back with the boyfriend, then broke up with him again. So again, I was single. Priapus told me that he had stopped fucking the multitude of women he usually fucked because he wasn’t interested anymore, and he only wanted me. He was finally ready for a real relationship with me, but I wasn’t ready anymore. He asked if I would allow him to fuck me until I cried. I couldn’t say no. I didn’t cry, but I got a urinary tract infection. I got back together with the on again/off again boyfriend.

6. 11 months ago. I wanted to see him very badly. We were talking more than we usually did and arranged to meet for lunch. After we had lunch, I told him where to drop me off, but he took a turn in the opposite direction, towards his apartment. I knew that this was bad, since I was technically with the boyfriend, but I couldn’t say anything. We didn’t start immediately. I’m not quite sure how it happened. There was a battle in my head. I hated that I kept coming back to him and I wanted to stop myself, but I wanted him. He held me and kissed me and kept my head in place when I tried to move. I said “I can’t cheat on him. If we ever get together, you’ll doubt me”. He said “I won’t”. “But if we get together for real, you’ll think I’ll cheat on you too”. He said “I know you wouldn’t”. As he took my clothes off, I could feel the tears. By the time he entered me, I was bawling. He pulled out and held me and wiped my face and cleaned the boogers out of my nose. When I stopped crying, he told me to leave the boyfriend and be with him once and for all. I promised I would. Later that day, I did.

7. 11 months ago. Our first time as a real couple. I was guilt-free and happy. I’m not sure how we ended up naked in bed together, but when we were done, he said “you know this means you can’t fuck anyone else for the rest of your life, right?” I said “and the same goes for you”. I always tease him that this was his version of “will you be my girlfriend?”

8. Throughout the last year, we’ve had A LOT of sex. In February, we decided to stop using condoms. Since then, he’s deposited enough cum inside me to fill the Caribbean Sea. Sex in cars, sex in shopping mall parking lots, sex in bathrooms. I’m not as inexperienced anymore. We’ve done so much together - things I would never dream of doing with anyone else but him.

About a month ago, we had an almost breakup, which caused a lot of crying on my part. Even though I was still recovering, I agreed to see him. He kept trying to touch me and kiss me, but I wasn’t ready to forgive him completely yet. He kept trying, but then gave up, looking dejected. He wasn’t trying to have sex, he just wanted to fix this disconnection between us. He was about to leave. He was putting his shoes on and I walked over and kissed him, gently at first, but then it got heavy. He led me to the bed and took my clothes off. He went down on me, then he stopped and entered me. He kissed me while he thrusted, then asked if it was alright if he came inside me. I told him yes. As he came, he apologized for everything and asked me not to leave. I said “I won’t”. Then I started crying. He squeezed me. That fixed everything and we were back to normal again.

I love him. I’ll never leave.

I’ve given head to four guys (including him) in my life and I’ve never swallowed cum, or even allowed it to get anywhere near my mouth until today.

I was afraid. I would always think about how gross it would taste and I would imagine the little tadpoles going down my throat and swimming around in my stomach with whatever I had for lunch two hours before.

Since we’ve been together, he’s been asking me to do it and I kept saying that I would do it when I’m ready. He probably thought that day would never come.

But I love his cum. I love feeling it on my skin; I love feeling it squirt out into my pussy and recently, I’ve been wanting to taste it too. It happened gradually, licking his precum before I started on the blowjob, tasting a bit of it after he came somewhere on his body, my body or the sheets.

Today, he randomly started eating me out, then he started fucking me. He whispered that he wanted to cum in my mouth and I groaned my approval. He pulled out of my pussy and I started sucking his dick. I was so nervous, but before I knew it, he was making his cum sounds and the warm, salty, bitter cream was in my mouth. He came in my mouth once before, months ago, and I immediately spit it out. But this time, I wanted nothing more than to swallow it, and I did.

And it was good :)

- Aphrodite

I admit, I had my reservations about anal sex initially, but I was definitely missing out. The day we successfully had anal sex happened on a whim, prior to that we were always planning it, each time failing horribly. The hardest thing for us was not the act itself, instead It was preparing ourself mentally. For me just thinking about the whole thing turned me off, but for everything that turned me off, something else turned me on. Once my dick was up her ass I didn’t want to take it out, it felt damn good and it was really tight, I could feel my dick pulsating inside her. It’s something we’re going to try again, maybe next time I’ll cum in that fine tight ass. I also now have the opportunity to fuck her both in the ass and pussy simultaneously. Next stop? The sex shop for anal beads and a dildo.

Stay Happy, Stay Sexed up. 

-Priapus 

While looking for a link to download the latest episode of my favorite TV show, I came across an interesting site in my boyfriend’s browser history. It was a site dedicated to analingus. I wasn’t shocked by it or anything; we’d talked about possibly doing it in the distant future. But recently, I’ve been more into anal-based activities. We had our first successful attempt at anal sex after after countless times trying and it was great. After I got accustomed to the feeling of a big, hard dick in my ass, it felt amazing. My problem in all the previous attempts was that I was over thinking it, when all I needed to do was shut up and let him fuck me.

I was on my period and we were in bed, talking shit. I wasn’t horny at all, but I just wanted to be close to my man. We’ve done the whole sex while menstruating thing before, but I wanted something different. I wanted him to successfully fuck my ass. We had finished our bottle of lube on all the failed attempts, so all we had left was baby oil. I rubbed it all over his dick ( which was now rock hard with just the mention of the word ‘anal’) and he rubbed it all over the outside of my asshole, then he slipped his finger inside and put some baby oil there, too. I had never wanted him inside my ass as much as I did at that moment.

Usually we approach it from the doggy style position, but he suggested that we try it with me on top instead, which was genius. I positioned the head of his dick over my asshole and pushed. The usual discomfort occurred, but before I knew it, he was inside me - balls deep, no condom. We passionately kissed as he slowly helped me to move up and down on his dick. I can’t quite describe what it felt like. It’s completely different from normal sex, but I felt it deep in my pussy too. It just felt really tight; and I don’t know if there’s some secret pleasure spot in my ass, but if there is, he was hitting it over and over again. I heard myself moaning. I started playing with my clit and I realized that I could actually have an orgasm from being fucked in the ass.

I started moving faster up and down his dick. I knew he was loving it too, based on the sounds he made. I knew he was close, and at that moment, I wanted him to cum inside me, but we had already agreed that he would pull out. He pulled out and came all over my leg. We laughed; he always laughs when he cums, but I laughed because we were finally able to do it.

Anal sex is hard to do. Physically, it’s hard to get a dick in an ass because technically, it’s not supposed to go there (no offense, gays). Both persons have to genuinely be in the mood for it, or it just won’t work. And both persons need to have a level of maturity, because shit will get messy (pun intended). It takes a lot of mutual trust as well. I loved it not only because it felt so fucking good, but because it brought me closer to my man.

For me to be on my period with a tampon in one hole and his dick in the other when some men won’t go near their woman while she’s menstruating - it was a big deal for me. In addition to that, there were little pieces of faecal matter on his dick from time to time; for us to be at a stage where that can happen without us freaking out or being grossed out or allowing it to ruin the sex - that was also significant for me.

This post wasn’t meant to be erotic, it was more me remembering our first real anal experience and wanting to document how awesome it was, how awesome my man is and how awesome our sex can be.

- Aphrodite