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.)

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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.

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.

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.

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