Wow... That's really all I can think to describe last weekend. I don't think I have ever been this horny in my entire life! Not only horny, but cattish, slutty and completely shameless.
I guess it all started on Friday. I was just about to fall asleep on the couch when I get a phonecall from Tanya (the bitchy one, I know so many Tanyas I gotta categorize them, lol). So I'm like "whatcha want?" (although it probably sounded more like "ata wa?", considering I was still half asleep. She says she needs a third for a blind date she's going on tonight.
I hate these things, but I owed her one for covering my ass at work last month, so I grudgingly accepted. So I get out of bed, clean up my own drool from my shirt (I look like ass when I sleep) and changed into my new chiny skirt I got for next to nothing on Rideau Street. Looked quite good on me, if I say so myself. Did a rushjob on my makeup, put my hair up, and out the door for me.
So, we get to the club right. There's three of us girls and three guys waiting for us over there. My date's nice enough, name's Jared, looks a little bit like Tom Green on steroids, but has a pea for a brain. Tanya's was a total ass but Jessie's was actually quite nice and smart. We kind of pulled a switcheroo right in the middle of the night me and Jes, cause we both left with the other's guy, lol.
Kay, so this is where this gets weird. I'm usually not much of a dancer, but Saturday morning, I was on freakin fire, lol. Don't know if it was the music, the ambience or my new date, but man was I ever into it. Ever had one of those "Can't Hardly Wait" moments when you feel like the spotlight's shining on you and people are clearing the floor to make room for you? Well that was me last weekend. Unfreaking believable. I donno how I looked, but I felt like the queen-bitch of dirty-dancing.
So I'm trying to keep my date from speaking too much during the evening, cause every word he says makes me a little more barfy-feeling toward him (started out good but degraded, what's new...) so we end up making out in his car. I'm also really into making out that evening (usually I'm not so much into the kissing thing as much as the sex thing) so we somehow make it back to my place and have fantastic sex.
Well, not really fantastic, but like I said I was freakin on fire that night, so it sure felt like it ;) I think I kinda scared the poor guy cause I kept switching positions on him to keep myself from cumming and make the feeling last longer (I'm a horn-dog, what can I say). I think I pretty much went through my entire repertoire now that I think of it. After he came once and limped out a bit on me, a little oral teasing got him back online within a few minutes, so all the more fun for me :D
So within going into the messy details, he ends up leaving, late for work, at seven in the morning after two wonderful orgasms (me anyways). He left his number somewhere, but he's not really my type so I don't think I'll call him.
So okay, I'm lying in bed, naked and sweaty, most of me covered in bodily fluids, and I'm not sleepy in the least. Actually, I felt more alive than ever. So I put on a tshirt and some panties and start doing some taibo in the living room (no roomy for a week, kickass!). I stop ten minutes into it cause the whole kicking thing is just making my kitty tingle like crazy.
So there I go again, reaching under my bed for my favourite toybox full of oh-so-wonderful goddies I've come to collect over the years. I soooo wanted to pull it out during last night's sexcapades, but my partner was morally opposed to it or something. He started blurting out stupidities about taking away from his manhood at some point so I just stuck my tongue in his mouth to stop the flow of words that just took away from my horny.
I'm usually very vocal during sex. The best ever sex I've ever had was with a classmate where we "studied" during the act, effectively going through a couple of chapters and Q&As while sexually stumilating each other. That kind of talk I like. Stupid Mike or Steve or I forget what his name was wapping about the supremacy of his penis, not so much a turnon....
So anyways, I go through my box and select a few choice items that tickle my fancy and decide I don't want to cum on my own, so I grab my toys and head for the computer. I of course end up on #sex and #cybersex and all kinds of naughty places and I chat.
Now, there's something you need to know about me before I go into the whole chatting thing. I am *very* difficult about who I chat with. Is there anything more of a turnoff than asl two lines into a conversation? *Especially* when your nick is something like NatF24Canada. Like, frell, read the nick people!
So at this point, I've probably been at this horniness peak for like six hours, and yet I can't get enough of it and I surf on all my usual sex hangouts on the web, reading through the cool Lierotica stuff and visiting Tommy's place and all those nice people.
After a little bit I concentrate more on the chatting since I'm apparently in the mood to be geek-social. I give myself 110%, gave more cyber-blowjobs than I've ever have in my life and when I look up it's 6 oclock. As in PM. As in I've been cybering and chatting and masturbating for something like twn hours straight. Crazy!
At this point I decide: ok, this is insane, I need to go take a bath and walk this off or something. But I'm not about to walk off without getting myself off one last time, for old time's sake of course. So I get into a steamy cybersession with one guy and wow, next thing I know it's 11 oclock, he's late for work and I'm like "frell, I've spent my entire day cybering and rubbing myself" lol.
I'm still feeling horny as heck, but I'm also very woozy from the lack of sleep. So I get this stupid idea... What if... just what if, I kept a buttplug in me for the entire night? I'd thought about it before, but never actually had the guts to try it, so after doing a little googling and confirming that it's not dangerous or anything, I swallow hard, lube it up and up my ass it goes.
Took a little while to fall asleep of course. After all, how often do you fall asleep with a glass buttplug up your fanny? lol.
Oooh my, the depravity of dreams I had that night. I woke up relaxed, wet as a trout and twice as horny. But the best part was when I moved to get up... oh my freakin god! I thought I was going to explode. I'm not usually into the pain side of sex, but man was this particular pain nice. Spent like half an hour just rubbing the bottom half of it up and down and moaning, alone in my room, lol.
I was a little disappointed when I finally took it out. I was hoping the feeling would throw me on the ground cumming like a crazy person, but it just mostly made me horny as hell. Not that I'm complaining, mind you; I love being horny. The "holy crap my asshole is like an inch in diameter" feeling lasted about half an hour, during which time I mostly chatted on irc and msn and continued to tease myself. By nine o clock, I was still naked, wet and in bed, so I promised myself I'd get up by noon and take a nice big walk outside to make up for being cooped up two days inside.
Next thing I know, about twenty cybersessions later, it's four oclock and I've spent the better part of the day online again. But I haven't cum, not once yet in the day. I adore teasing myself, I'm such a self-tease, lol.
So by then, my ass is killing me, I'm sore as hell from like two days of self-ministrations, but I'm still horny as a... I dunno... use your imagination ;)
You know how I said I was a nice little cyberchatter who hated stupid ASLers and camchatters and all those dumbass people? Ohhh, when you're this horny, you're very tolerant of others' annoying personality, lol. So I'm offering myself left and right on IRC, must have done the entire channel twice when the phone rings.
It's an old fuckfriend who says he's in town for the night and wants to know if I want to go to the movies or something. I invite him to my place, trying to sound as sane as I can possibly be after two days of nonstop sex, and just pounce in the shower (let's face it, I don't smell like roses after all this).
Poor Bruno didn't have time to finish one sentence that I jumped on him. I think we were in the hallway for a little bit... I love easy guys ;)
So that was my weekend. How was yours?