Posted by Miss_C. , Thu Jun 20, 2013 11:01 AM
Mr._C.'s Fleshlight was just dripping the night I came home. He was asleep, and it was almost midnight, but our toy drawer was ajar as was the drawer where he keeps porn. He had obviously used it recently, but he hadn't cleaned it afterward, so I took it down to the bathroom and cleaned it for him. You shouldn't leave a Fleshlight sitting around with moisture inside it, so I cleaned it and let the sleeve air dry before putting it away. But it sort of turned me on to know that he used it while I was away because that's exactly why I bought it for him.
I didn't get home early enough on Sunday night to have sex with him, but I felt like he was eager to see me because he kept asking where I was every time I called or texted him that afternoon and evening. I think now that he wanted to have sex and was trying to wait for me to get home.
So on Monday night I suggested we have sex and got a fantastic fucking. He sucked my nipples and held my arms down and away so I couldn't stop him, and I squirmed under the intense sensation, but that wasn't as intense as after we stripped down (him to just his t-shirt at first) and he went to town on my clit with his tongue. I was moaning loudly, and it felt amazing. Then, he spread my legs apart, and I reached down and took his cock in my hand, rubbing his head up and down against my clit. After a few long seconds, he finally stuffed me full and fucked my pussy deep and hard. He really gave me a good pounding, and I didn't hold back my cries of pleasure. I was moaning, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah," with every stroke like a chant while he nailed me with fast thrusts.
When he felt like he was close but didn't want to cum yet, he pulled out of me and licked me some more, and I felt like maybe I was getting close to cumming, but he stopped and slid his dick back inside me. Then, he put my legs together and flipped them to one side, entering me from a modified from-behind position with him kneeling on the bed and fucked my pussy while he pinched one nipple. I reached behind me and massaged his balls until he said, "If you don't stop, I'm going to nut in you."
We switched positions back into missionary, and I rubbed his cock head against my clit again. As he got close again, we tried anal, but I needed lube, so he went into our toy drawer and grabbed the Liquid Silk hybrid lube we recently bought at a local sex shop. He motioned for me to assume the position, so I got up onto my hands and knees with my ass in the air at the edge of the bed while he stood ready to finish the job. I put my right hand between my legs, and he pumped some lube onto my fingers before doing the same himself. I rubbed the lube around my ass and on my pussy before he slipped his cock back into my wet hole. I rubbed my clit with my lubed fingers while he fucked my pussy and fingered my ass at the same time. I told him I was going to cum on his cock and kept repeating, "I'm going to cum," until I did. Hard. With his cock inside my pussy.
He was ready to cum, so he pressed his cock against my ass and gently applied consistent pressure as it slowly sank into me. He fucked my ass until he came. We were both exhausted. We laid on the bed together for a long time, only half-watching the TV show we had nearly fucked completely through. He started to fall asleep, and we eventually got up so he could get under the covers. He fell asleep quickly. I stayed up to fold some laundry and clean off our DVR, but I was in bed before midnight myself.
Posted by Miss_C. , Fri Aug 31, 2012 09:58 AM
"Mr._C. was being really flirty and grabby in a horny way, and I felt like he was making it very clear [that] he wanted to have sex. [He was playing with my tits all night, pinching my nipples as I squirmed and giggled. I know he likes me to make it a little bit difficult for him.]
"He playfully spanked me... for several minutes and didn't let me go. He was spanking me pretty hard, but it was perfect. It stung a good amount, but he wasn't hurting me. I was getting turned on by the sting of his open palm (albeit through clothes) and the sound of the spanks on my ass cheeks.
"We had awesome sex. He had two big pillows under my butt, and he went so deep inside me. He would grind deep into me and move in circles, and he would fuck me hard and fast, but he still was going so deep. I could feel his cock against my cervix. The rubbing is a little bit uncomfortable, but him being stuffed so deep in my pussy was hot. I focused on the friction of his cock sliding in and out of me, and I closed my eyes and [imagined what he looked like] penetrating me (because I couldn't [watch as I didn't have a good view] from the angle...).
"He fucked my ass, and we used a lot of lube. I rubbed my clit while he fucked my ass, and he found an angle that felt so good. I was moaning a lot and sort of loudly, and he still came first, but he had really tried to last a long time for me. He does a great job holding off, and he has pretty good control. And even after he came in my ass, he kept fucking me until I came. I think he has likely learned how to be a good lover with age more than experience. I like that he's [a little bit] older than me[, but he hasn't had a lot more partners than I have, which isn't intimidating for me when it comes to my performance in bed]. Sure, there are still times when he just gets excited and pops too soon, but that doesn't happen often[, and when it does happen, he still makes my orgasm a priority and helps me get there].
"[I think he actually rubbed against my G-spot at one point..., but I didn't feel the urge to pee, and I didn't squirt.] I came so hard. I felt like my pussy had just exploded. I went down to the bathroom to clean up, and my pussy and ass were so sore and tender. My pussy lips were actually almost numb. I could feel how swollen they were. Mr._C. really abused my pussy.
"Today, Mr._C. spanked me again, but it was less than when he did it yesterday. It was still a turn-on. I didn't feel like he spanked me as hard as he did yesterday. But I really hope this is a new trend - Mr._C. beginning to express his sexuality [and] his desires and fantasies more openly with me."
Posted by Miss_C. , Wed Aug 29, 2012 12:53 PM
The drive was fine. The only bit of trouble we had was making our way into the city and into Queens and finding somewhere to park once we found M's apartment. I had to park maybe a mile from M's apartment, and Mr._C. and I walked there with our weekend bag.
As we approached the apartment, I saw M standing on the sidewalk with bare feet waiting for us. The first thing he did was hug me for a long time. It felt so good to see a friend I haven't seen in years and get such a warm reception. It has been maybe four or five years since I last saw M. When we went to college together, we were pretty close. We lived in the same dorm and worked together. We took a Shakespeare class together one semester, and there was a time when we were always together. We never dated, even though there was just one time when we fooled around a little and he fingered me but wouldn't let me touch him. Nothing physical ever happened between us before or after that one time, and I'm glad things aren't weird between us over it. There was one semester when our schedules were very similar, and I'd sometimes crash in his room on the first floor after a late shift instead of walking up to my own room on the third floor. We'd eat our meals together; we'd take afternoon naps together. M's hugs are literally the best. I've never had a better hug than a hug from M, even from Mr._C. M hugs you with his whole body. He drapes his arms around your neck and leans into you. And he just stands there with you like that for minutes before letting you go. A hug from M would never fail to make me feel better or significantly improve a bad day. I hugged him back for a few long moments while we stood on the sidewalk, but when I pulled away, he held me there in the hug and said he wasn't finished yet. Just seeing M made me so happy.
M let me go and shook Mr._C.'s hand and led us inside. He even gave us his bedroom to crash in for the weekend. He hugged me several more times as he showed us around. In the kitchen, he had a handful of different kinds of alcohol and juices for mixed drinks. Mr._C. and I met M's roommate.
There was another reason why this trip was special for me. M has smoked pot for as long as I've known him, but I didn't until I was out of college and living in Maryland, so there were likely a lot of missed opportunities for M and I to hang out back then because we didn't have that in common. I only told M recently that I smoke pot now, and I was very excited about this trip because going to NYC to visit him meant that I'd be able to smoke with M for the first time. Once we arrived, M didn't waste any time. He showed us a few different pipes, and we chose one and smoked a little before going to the kitchen to make ourselves a drink.
A while later, more people came over. I recognized one guy as M's friend from before college. I had met this friend years ago back in college when I spent a short amount of time visiting M in his hometown once. I didn't know any of the other guys, but there were eventually maybe eight or nine people in M's apartment - it was a full house! We all drank and passed around a blunt (smoking a blunt was a first for me) and just sat and talked for a while.
I have to admit that being the only girl in a room full of witty, cute guys was a turn-on. I mean, being stoned generally makes me horny anyway, but a couple of drinks had me pretty aware that I was the only female in the room, which invited some naughty fantasies into my head... I was sitting on a couch with M, and he leaned over in the middle of the party and hugged me and said my name into my ear... Mmmmm...
Later, the guys decided to leave and go out, but Mr._C. and I weren't keen on partying all night. I had worked that morning at 5:00, and we were tired from the drive, so M stayed home with us and watched a movie. We smoked another bowl and ate Magnum ice cream bars and headed to bed around 2:00 A.M.
I don't know if it was all the hugging M and I were doing all night or if it was seeing me talking to so many other guys and laughing at their jokes (or maybe he was just drunk, LOL), but Mr._C. was on me the second we got into bed. He licked my pussy and fucked me like he was asserting his dominance until I came hard - in M's bed!! src=' It was such hot sex because we had to be quiet so we didn't get caught. src='
On Saturday, M had to work, so Mr._C. and I explored NYC on our own. We intended to see the memorial at Ground Zero and got passes for 12:30 P.M. (the passes are free!). But by the time we found a place and ate brunch, we had missed our time. src=' Instead, we decided to try to see the Statue of Liberty. After walking all the way down to Battery Park, we found out that we'd have to wait in line for an hour to buy tickets, and we were too hot, sweaty, frustrated, and I had a headache, so we returned to M's apartment after stopping by his work for the keys). At M's work, he hugged me again, gave me his keys, and Mr._C. and I made our way to M's apartment and let ourselves in. We crashed on the bed, got high, and checked out facebook on our phones until M got home from work a short while later. The three of us made ourselves a drink, smoked, and relaxed until M's roommate came home. Then, Mr._C. and I ordered Chinese food while we watched TV. M and his roommate played a game of darts, and M's roommate decided to go out. So M, Mr._C., and I played a game of Scrabble, and Mr._C. and I headed to bed while M left to join his roommate and friends. Mr._C. and I sucked and fucked in M's bed - again. src=' During sex, I fantasized about M catching us and watching while we finished. We were asleep by midnight.
On Sunday morning, M went with Mr._C. and I and showed us around NYC. He took us to a couple of head shops. Mr._C. bought a nice grinder for a significantly cheaper price than we could get one for here in Pennsylvania. I bought a new glass pipe. M bought a new hat from a small but really nice store. And we sat down and rested for a few minutes before flipping a coin to decide whether we should continue to wander NYC or return to M's apartment for afternoon drinks and to smoke one more time before Mr._C. and I had to leave. The coin said it was time to go home.
We smoked a bowl - using my new pipe - and the boys had afternoon drinks while we watched TV. M fell asleep on a couch, and a little while later, Mr._C. and I woke M to say goodbye. M hugged me a couple more times and walked us to the door. The drive home was easy, and I had had such a good time in NYC. Being around M brought back college memories, and my college years were a wonderful time in my life. As I was driving home and talking to Mr._C. in the car, I realized that I felt so much lighter than I have in a long time. The weekend in NYC felt surprisingly like it had been a vacation. I felt bummed that I'd have to return to real life and work on Monday morning, but M's hugs were good medicine. src='
Posted by Miss_C. , Wed Aug 08, 2012 06:27 AM
"Tuesday, April 26, 2011
"... Gave Mr._C. a handjob this morning. I am in the middle of my period... [but] I don't think it's fair to completely deny sexual contact with me just because of my period. Sure, Mr._C. could masturbate, but I'd rather give him that pleasure, and I don't get the emotional connection when he masturbates. I did get turned on by giving him a handjob, but I didn't need to get off. Making him cum was enough this time.
"I used our Wet Platinum silicone-based lube to slick up my hands and rubbed them together to warm it. I lubed up his cock and slid my fists up and down his shaft. I used both hands and tugged up on his dick continuously. When one hand got to the top of his penis, I moved it to the base of his shaft and made the same stroke again. I also changed direction and used my hands to stroke down his shaft one after the other continuously. It should have felt to him as if he was entering me over and over again. He groaned and seemed to be enjoying the sensations. I played with his balls. I also used both hands at the same time to jerk him off, gripping him with both hands at the base of his shaft and around his head at the same time so his whole cock was feeling the slippery grasp of my fingers.
"I used more lube and rubbed it between my breasts and used them to stroke him. He squeezed my tits together and used his thumbs to rub my nipples while I pressed his dick into my cleavage. He fucked my tits, and I used my hands to stroke him until he pushed my head toward his cock. I...licked his head only for a second but pulled away... I just barely swirled the tip of my tongue around his head once - gently - and he grunted that he was going to cum. And he did in my hands."
Posted by Miss_C. , Sun Aug 05, 2012 06:33 PM
Thought I'd share. src='
"Monday, July 3, 2012 -
"Had sex with Mr._C. tonight that was pretty amazing. I came first AND I got to squeeze down on his cock when I came. (Mr._C. and I don't use condoms, and I'm not on birth control, so we tend to finish with anal sex so that he cums in my ass and we avoid pregnancy. It had been a long time since I came on his cock.) I haven't gotten to cum with Mr._C.'s dick in my pussy in so long that I don't remember the last time.
"He did so well. I told him when I was going to cum, and he was able to hold off while my pussy spasmed and I clamped down on his cock. Then, he fucked my ass until he came, too.
"He was fucking me from behind on the bed on his knees between my legs with my legs spread wide apart. My hips were down low[,] hovering over the bed, and he was able to slide in very deep in that position. As I came and right after, he was slowly grinding his pelvis against my ass and the backs of my thighs - feeling me squeezing around him.
"When we were finished, I told him how good it felt to cum with him in my pussy. I realized just then how much I missed the sensation of being full when I cum - having something stiff to squeeze down on - the heat inside me spiking when I cum and the gush of wetness that signals my orgasm. Jesus Christ, I miss it! For a split second, I got a rush as if I might tear up, but I stayed calm. I just miss the depth of that intimacy. I feel satisfied right now, but it feels different - not how I usually feel after sex lately. It has been a long time since I came first."
Here's an excerpt from the next day's entry in my paper and pen journal.
"...Came on Mr._C.'s cock...yesterday. It feels so good... It has just dawned on me that maybe cumming in my pussy feels that good for Mr._C. Maybe he misses it."
Here's part of another entry.
"Monday, July 23, 2012 -
"... But last night was fantastic. I got some good foreplay and breast/nipple play. He used his fingers to rub me, and I even got a good amount of oral. I didn't think he'd be remotely interested in going down on me because...my period just ended in the last few days, but it was great. Once I got over [that insecurity], my brain was screaming, 'This is exactly what I wanted!! Just take all you can get and enjoy it!' I don't know when I might get oral again, so I wanted to soak up the attention. I came pretty hard while he was licking my clit and had a finger in my ass and a second one in my pussy. And he wasn't really finger-fucking my ass. Instead, he had a finger inside me and was just wiggling it, which felt good and is what I prefer. While he was going down on me, he was on his knees and elbows with his head facing my feet... I reached my hand between his legs and cupped his balls. I paid the most attention to his balls, squeezing and massaging them while he licked my pussy. I wasn't sure how hard to squeeze, so I was just trying to do it with some kind of relatively steady rhythm. I would pause, wrap my fingers around his cock, and squeeze it with a pulsing pattern a few times to see how hard he was. Then, I'd go back to the balls. After I came, he fucked my pussy and slowly entered my ass, using my juices as lube. By the time he was able to push all the way into my ass, he sank fully into me one time and came almost immediately, and he came so hard that he got a headache.
"...we fell asleep without too much cleaning up...and his breath and goatee smelled and tasted like my pussy when I kissed him good night."
Posted by Miss_C. , Tue Nov 29, 2011 03:22 PM
I've been transferred to the closer Turkey Hill store so that I don't have to drive an hour to Hazelton now. My manager at the Hazelton store offered me a promotion to Third Key and a pay raise of $.75 (up to $8.00 from $7.25) to try to get me to stay because they have lost several people since I started working there. However, I thought about the pros and cons and estimated how much money I'd be saving on gas if I transferred, and it turned out that the raise would be about the same amount of money that I'd be saving on gas, so I decided to take the transfer and declined the promotion. It was tempting for a moment or two to take the promotion and stay in Hazelton. The promotion could have meant a way to future promotions to Assistant Manager or Manager or higher later, but the pay just isn't enough. The wear and tear on my car through the winter alone makes taking the transfer the smarter decision. Plus, I don't intend to make a career out of this job. This is just a temporary situation while I figure out what the fuck I'm going to do with my life.
Otherwise, things are going alright at Turkey Hill. Before the transfer, I failed a tobacco secret shop. I didn't card the guy because I thought he looked like he was my age, but I ended up failing the test and got a red card from the secret shopper. I was suspended without pay from work for a week and had to attend the new hire class again before I could be transferred. But I'm getting acquainted with my co-workers, and I'm getting used to the way this store does things. There are many small differences that can end up making a person feel overwhelmed. I felt like I was a brand new employee right after the transfer. I didn't know this store's procedures and couldn't find anything. I felt like kind of an idiot for a few weeks. But I'm falling in line, and I have succumbed to the routine that has become my life. Sleep, work, come home, smoke pot, eat, play video games. Sleep, work, come home, smoke pot, eat, play video games. Sleep... Well, you get the idea. This is my life now, and I'm pretty depressed by it, but I guess I've come to accept that this is the way things are because I don't see a way out of this in the near future. Mr._C. and I will be living with his mom through the winter at least. After that? I don't know.
Mr._C. is technically working, but I wouldn't say that he has a job. He's getting paid under the table because he's collecting unemployment benefits, and I don't know how long the work is going to last. Right now, he's laying down flooring in some rich guy's house. His boss said they could be in the house doing work for weeks or a month or longer, but I don't have a way to predict when Mr._C. is going to run out of work. It's nerve-wracking because I'm still not able to pay all of our bills with the money I'm making part-time at Turkey Hill and Mr._C.'s unemployment money. I want Mr._C. to get a real job, but he keeps making excuses. He doesn't have a reliable vehicle to get to and from work, so he wants to take the money he's getting paid under the table and save up for a cheap vehicle before he gets a job. In the back of my mind, I'm thinking, Yeah, like that's going to happen in the next few months. He says that he wants to get his record expunged before finding a job because there's a misdemeanor on his record from before we met for pot that keeps him from getting some jobs. I've seen this happen to him before. He applied for a job at a video store when we were living in MD, and he was not offered the job because of this misdemeanor. But again, while this is a good idea and would likely help him get a job because he wouldn't be hindered by his past, he needs some money to have the record expunged. And where is he going to get the money if he's supposed to be saving up for a car and we can't pay our bills as it is?
Our financial situation is dire. I have bill collectors calling my cell phone, and I keep ignoring the calls. When it's an 800- or 888-number or if I don't recognize the number, I don't answer the phone. My credit union in MD also e-mails me asking me to call them. I know it's about money that I can't give them, so I usually ignore the e-mails, too. I did reply one time and tried to explain my situation, but I got another e-mail saying that I actually needed to call and talk to someone. I did get my student loan put into forbearance for a year, so that's one bill that I don't have to worry about. I'm going to try to do the same thing with the loan I have through my credit union. I've been sending them $100 or $200 at a time to put toward my bills with them, and from what I see online, it appears that they've been applying the money to my accounts. I'll continue to do that until I can get caught up. I have just under $1,000 in my retirement account that I haven't yet taken out to pay bills. I've already dipped into that account twice and will have to pay the taxes on that money soon because I withdrew it early. I'm dreading that. I don't think I'm going to get a tax refund this year. Mr._C. and I also won't be having a Christmas this year again. We've gone maybe three years now without having a Christmas because we can't afford to buy gifts for each other. We've gone not only without Christmas but also Valentine's Day, anniversaries, birthdays... I don't remember the last time either of us gave the other a proper gift.
We're thinking about what we have that we could sell for some money. Mr._C. is selling some of his more major tools that he has from when he was doing hotel locks and safes. He's selling some stuff to his current boss, and he's thinking about putting some other things on eBay. I feel guilty about spending any money at all, so Mr._C. and I almost never leave the house. When I'm at work and have a customer tell me to "keep the change," I've started literally pocketing the unclaimed change. A co-worker told me that she makes an extra $30 a month sometimes doing that. Mr._C. and I have even half-seriously talked about having a baby. If I got pregnant, I could get assistance for healthcare, food, housing... I don't want to have a baby just for the tax break, and I wouldn't feel right about doing that. I'd feel like a horrible person for using a baby as a meal ticket. But I see the people who come in and buy junk with their food stamps card, and I feel my mind changing. Until recently, I would have considered an abortion for an unplanned pregnancy. But if I happened to accidentally get pregnant right now, I don't think I'd be all that upset about it - I'd probably be upset at first before I realized that I could get the assistance that I need if I had the baby. Mr._C. and I have been together for more than five years and are getting married anyway, so what would be the big deal, you know? And I'd really like to be able to see a dentist because I have a few teeth that have been bothering me. But I have no healthcare right now, so I'm stuck dealing with it because I can't afford to pay for dental work.
Mr._C. and I did watch porn together for the first time a while ago. It was an interesting experiment, I suppose. We watched Jesse Jane Playful after a long conversation via text message about doing it. He downloaded some porn movies for us to choose from, and that's the only one we've tried so far. It was slightly awkward at first. We spent the first scene making fun of how fake some porn stars are and commenting on how Jesse Jane's boobs don't match her body. I think we just didn't know how to get started. Do we jump right in, or do we watch for a while? How long is too long to watch the porn movie before having sex? How much should we be watching the movie while we're having sex? Definitely more than not at all - but we're supposed to be focused on each other, right? But I guess it ended up being alright for a first time. I'd do it again for sure. I'd like to do this sometimes without it being awkward, but I think we have to go through it a few times before that wears off and we are comfortable with having porn on while we're having sex. I want to post more on this later, including our conversation via text message.
Mr._C. and I really haven't had sex lately. I'd say that it has been probably a few weeks since we last had sex. Definitely a major dry spell. Mr._C. has been using his Fleshlight, and I've been masturbating after he falls asleep or when he's not around. I've been fantasizing about one of my co-workers from Hazelton lately. We worked second shift together sometimes, and I guess we sort of bonded a little bit. Or maybe I'm the only one who feels that way. We ordered Chinese food to be delivered to Turkey Hill during our shift a couple of times, and I think we were a good team. I looked forward to working with him. I'm going to call him "K" here so that I don't have to use his real name. During my last week or so in Hazelton before my transfer to the closer store, I went out for a drink with K after work one night. A friend of his was supposed to be DJing at a bar just a couple of blocks from the store for the bar's Halloween party, and I told K I'd have one drink but had to leave before midnight because Mr._C. would be expecting me home, and I had an hour's drive ahead of me. I did only have one drink, but it was a Long Island Iced Tea, and I haven't had much to drink lately. I don't drink much, and when I do, I usually have a glass or two of wine and not cocktails, so I have nearly no tolerance for alcohol. I ended up getting way more tipsy than I thought I would, and I didn't feel like it was safe for me to drive home right away. We went back to the store after having a drink, and K bought me a chicken wrap to eat to soak up some of the alcohol. The DJ had been pretty bad, and the music didn't sound very good at all, and K said that paying for my snack was the least he could do because he now regretted even inviting me out. I thought that was very sweet. I sat outside on the curb in front of the store and ate my wrap, and we talked for a few minutes. He noticed that one of my shoes was untied, and he knelt down in the parking lot to tie it for me. He even asked me if I use double-knots. src=' I thought that was really cute. I did eventually make it home safely. We exchanged e-mail addresses before I was transferred, but it has been a challenge to keep in touch. I'm not sure why. I did e-mail him but haven't gotten a reply yet. But anyway... He's the one I've been fantasizing about lately. I get so wet, too. I don't know if it's the taboo of him being a co-worker and someone other than Mr._C. or if it's just because I have a good imagination, but I get really turned on fantasizing about K. Sometimes I fantasize about us having sex at work without getting caught. I've just been masturbating more since Mr._C. and I haven't had sex recently. I have my period and a cold right now, so not only does everything Mr._C. does annoy me for no reason but also I don't even want to have sex because I feel like shit. I can't breathe right, and my head feels like it's stuffed with cotton balls. I don't mind having sex during my period. That's one thing. But when I'm sick? I just don't feel like it. Mr._C. is sick as well, so I don't know when the next time we'll have sex will be. I'm sure the lack of sex is fueling my depression.
Spent Saturday at my mom's with Mr._C., my mom and my brother, his girlfriend and her daughter, and my mom's boyfriend. Had a nice Thanksgiving dinner together. Then, Mr._C. and I went to see The Muppets with one of my friends since middle school. Another of my friends - my very oldest friend - is having some marital trouble. She has moved back in with her parents for now, and I don't know whether or not she's thinking about getting divorced. I'd love to be there for her, but it seems like she's not opening up to anyone about what's going on with her husband. They're both friends of mine, so I'm trying to be supportive of both of them. She's keeping to herself and staying pretty isolated, so I don't know much about what's going on. I wish I could help. src=' This is the couple that my friends and I always admired as a relationship model. We used to say, "If S and C don't make it, then there's no hope for the rest of us." But it's now beginning to look like S and C might break up. I'm more mature now and understand that their relationship - good or bad - won't have any effect on mine, but it's a sad thing. I never thought this would happen. S and C have been together since we were all in high school, and their relationship seemed perfect. I don't think any of us saw this coming.
I feel like I'm living my life in slow motion. It's that moment when you drop a glass and watch it falling toward the kitchen floor, knowing that it's going to shatter when it hits but being unable to stop it from happening. All you can do is watch it break and clean up the mess afterward.
I feel like I'm just hanging in Limbo waiting for something to happen.
Posted by Miss_C. , Thu Jun 02, 2011 03:46 AM
I know that a long-term, monogamous relationship (like a marriage) needs to be built on trust and honesty, communication, and mutual support (emotionally, financially, etc.) in order to work and last. I'd say that - for the most part - Mr._C. and I do have a good relationship - maybe even a great relationship. We're doing our best, even though we have our rough patches here and there during which I feel a bit of emotional distance and there's a lack of sex. I'd say that I trust him and that I believe he's honest with me. I believe he will protect me and that he wants me to be happy. He tries to make me a priority most of the time. In fact, I'd go so far as to say that he wants me to be happy, even if that meant I'd be happy with somebody else and ended our relationship. He has expressed more than once his feeling that he's "holding me back" in some way - whether personally or professionally or in some other capacity I don't know. But the point is that he worries about his past having a negative effect on our relationship and our future together. But his past is not something I can change, and I've finally come to accept the fact that he has used drugs. And since we've been together, he has been a very good boy. He only smokes pot now, which I have no problem with at all (because I do it, too). He's not a big drinker, and he doesn't chase women. His number is even low. Almost perfect, right? What can I say? I guess I'm just a lucky girl.
Mr._C. and I built our relationship on communication before we even met. We communicated online for over a year before meeting each other IRL. I believe that the reason why I felt as if we were already friends when I met him for the first time is because we sort of were already friends. He had become a part - albeit a tiny part - of my life because I enjoyed communicating with him, and we wrote semi-regularly about our own lives and experiences for such a long time before stepping into the realities of one another's lives. I wrote about college, my friends, traveling, my family, and I even told him about the huge crush I had on one of my male college friends who lived in my dorm building. Oh, how I went on! src=' Poor Mr._C. had to listen to me gush over this guy, and I know it's a bit of a sore spot for Mr._C. still, even though I barely see that guy now that I'm out of college. Because I know that, I try to be considerate of Mr._C.'s feelings and rarely mention the guy. I'm currently editing a novel that this guy wrote that he wants to publish. And even though Mr._C. knows that I'm editing it for him - as a friend and a former English teacher - I try to keep those efforts to myself. He wrote about work, his friends, his life experience, etc., and I really enjoyed learning more about him. He's traveled a lot, and his life has been interesting. He is an intelligent and articulate man - despite the fact that he dropped out of high school - and I'm constantly impressed by him.
But for such a long time, I didn't have romantic feelings for him. There was no physical attraction yet because we hadn't met... But when we did meet, all of the other pieces were already in place. Physical attraction can happen much faster than becoming attracted to a person for his soul, his emotions, his personality, and his inner self. I'm thankful that we had laid a solid foundation before we met. Within about a week, I had lost my virginity to him, and if you ask me why now, I doubt I'd be able to tell you why I thought it was the right time. It's not at all scientific, but I just... knew. I mean, I could have lost my virginity to a boyfriend at some point along the way, but I didn't. Instead, I chose to lose my virginity to someone who was - well, essentially a stranger at the time. I knew some things about him and about his life, but how did I know Mr._C. was genuine? What if he had been a liar? I took a risk by sleeping with him. In fact, it was a risk to meet him IRL at all. Anyway, my point is that Mr._C. and I have a lot going for us, and I think we've been so successful because of how our relationship started.
However, there's one area in which we don't communicate as well as we should, IMO. We don't communicate as well as I'd like us to do when it comes to talking about sexual topics outside the bedroom.
When it comes to sex, I'd say that Mr._C. and I have a good - if not great - sex life, and I'd say that we're both relatively satisfied. When we have sex, it seems like we don't have any problems communicating. I suppose that makes sense. I'm sure a lot of people have less trouble communicating about sex in the heat of the moment. I think a lot of people probably find giving orders and talking dirty easier when they're close to orgasm. I've said things during sex that I'd never say if we hadn't been having sex or if I hadn't been about to cum or if he didn't have his cock buried deep in my ass. Mr._C. and I have done things (like having anal sex) that I didn't know whether or not I'd ever do. Mr._C. is more vocal during sex now than he was at the beginning of our relationship. I've watched him grow sexually as I've been sexually awakened. Again, for the most part, the sex we have is good - even great - and when it's not as good as it could be (maybe I have a hard time having an orgasm, for example), Mr._C. has no trouble using toys to help me.
But outside the bedroom when we're not having sex, it's hard for Mr._C. and I to communicate about sex. Well, I should say that it's hard for Mr._C. to communicate with me because I've tried many times to involve him in my sexual exploration. I've taken sexy pictures and made sexy videos of myself for him. To date, I have only two sexy pictures of him. I've invited him to join this site, but he basically said, "Nah, you go ahead." I've invited him to write erotic stories with me, but he never even gave it a try. I've revealed a few of my own sexual fantasies and asked him about his, but he says that he doesn't have any. He seems to think that a sexual fantasy can't be as simple as a blowjob or fucking me in a certain place or position. He seems to believe that a sexual fantasy has to be crazy, out of control, or about something that will most likely never happen. Granted, he has grown a lot since we first started having sex. He even picked out a toy with me recently (the Fetish Fantasy Web Restraint system), and I was pleasantly surprised that he wanted to try a little bit of mild bondage. We actually did have a good conversation about how he prefers for me to express my sexuality. I think that helped a lot. I needed him to set expectations for me and was glad to understand him a little better. Things have improved since then, and I think I just needed him to tell me what he wanted from me.
The issue I was pondering when I wrote this was snooping. What's private and what isn't private when you're in a relationship? I'm sure there are a lot of people who would say that nothing's private and that there shouldn't be any secrets in a relationship. The virginal me would have agreed. But I know now that life and relationships aren't that simple. It's not black and white. It's sort of a loaded question. We also have to think about what makes something a secret, in this case.
Let me be more specific. I know that Mr._C. has porn on his computer - videos and still pictures and too much of it for my taste. But he didn't say, "Come here, honey, and let me show you my pornography." src=' I found it on my own while I was looking for some other, non-sexual pictures that were saved on Mr._C.'s computer. I stumbled across it. At the time, I wasn't snooping. However, I've snooped since then, and I've watched his collection grow. It's no secret that he has porn on his computer. His porn is as much of a secret to me as my membership here is to him. The porn itself doesn't bother me - even the fact that there's a lot of it. He's a visually-stimulated man, and I understand that Mr._C. uses it privately and masturbates. That doesn't bother me because I, of course, masturbate, too. And I will sometimes watch porn. Although I don't download it and save it to my computer like he does. I just use free clip sites. The fact that we both do it is healthy, IMO. Just because we're in a relationship doesn't mean we'll be able or willing to fully satisfy all of one another's needs and fulfill every fantasy all the time. That's just common sense, and being in a relationship doesn't (and shouldn't) mean that masturbation is suddenly not allowed - so what was the issue?
Well, it's my belief that on more than one occasion Mr._C. has looked at the porn on his computer and - I assume - masturbated while I was in the apartment and available. Even while I was in the same room (literally - the computer is now in our bedroom) fast asleep instead of waking me up for sex. For some reason, that really bothered me on an emotional level. Don't get me wrong - I enjoy my sleep. But I don't mind waking up for sex at all. I love it, in fact. I love when Mr._C. pokes me in the ass cheek with his hard cock in the middle of the night because his erection woke him up. I just love it. It makes me feel wanted and desired - in an urgent, I-must-disturb-your-rest-because-I'm-so-horny-that-my-throbbing-cock-is-keeping-me-awake sort of way. I feel not only wanted but needed. It was irritating to me when Mr._C. was horny enough to masturbate by didn't wake me up. It was like he wasn't horny enough to want or need me. And that feels awful. I felt rejected and unattractive.
Now, I do feel a little bit hypocritical because I've masturbated while I was laying in bed next to a sleeping Mr._C. before. I do it because he has a job. He wakes up before dawn to go to work. The reason why I don't wake him up is obvious. It's not because I don't want him. I let him sleep out of consideration. The man needs his beauty sleep in order to wake up before dawn and go to a job he hates in order to support us while I'm unemployed. If he doesn't have to go to work in the morning, then I do wake him up. I just feel like robbing him of valuable sleep when he has work the next day is rude, you know? If I could fuck him every day, then I would. src='
I guess it just hurt my feelings when he chose to look at porn when the option to have sex with me was available. It made me feel unattractive and like he wasn't interested in me physically/sexually. I don't understand why he'd prefer to jerk off when he could slide his cock into my wet pussy, which I'm positive feels better than his hand. I may never understand that part.
Several months ago, I left a USB stick in Mr._C.'s computer, and he snooped. He found a handful of pornographic pictures of my favorite SF members on the stick. I was hurt that he snooped, but I know I can't be too hurt because I've snooped, too. I now know how it feels. Plus, it was my own fault for leaving the stick in his computer. But Mr._C. sort of got his feelings hurt because of what he found. What bothered me more than him snooping was the fact that he was hurt by what he found. If you're snooping, you're likely going to find something that you don't like. And I have since gotten rid of the pornography - without him having to ask me to do that - because I felt bad that he was a little bit hurt. But he wouldn't do and hasn't done the same for me. And his collection is much (MUCH) larger. So I guess that sort of bothered me, too. But the point is that we're both guilty of snooping and have both had our feelings hurt by what we've seen.
What I cared about most, I think, was Mr._C. not coming to me to satisfy his sexual needs when it would be easy for him to do that. Him choosing to watch porn and jerk off over having sex with me was something I found disrespectful. And it made me feel like he wasn't satisfied with our sex life or with me in some way, even though he has never said anything like that to me. In fact, when we've talked about our sex life, he says he's satisfied and happy with our sex life and that I'm more open-minded than his ex- was. I would say that I was getting some mixed signals from Mr._C.
To deal with the porn issue, I suggested that we watch porn together, but I haven't gotten a response from Mr._C.
I seriously do try so hard to be the good girlfriend, and I think I am that. I'm an open-minded person who's willing to experiment sexually because I was a virgin when I met Mr._C. Now that I'm ready to explore my sexuality - and since I have been exploring my sexuality - I want to have these new sexual experiences with Mr._C. I enjoy the things I enjoy sexually because of him and because my experiences with him have been so positive. And I want Mr._C. and I to continue to have a good/great sex life, and I want the two of us to be sexually satisfied in our relationship together. I personally believe that a lot of people who cheat do that because they aren't physically/sexually satisfied with their partner in their relationship. Granted, some people cheat because there aren't clear boundaries in their relationship or because they're just assholes. But I promised myself that I would never cause Mr._C. to want to cheat on me because I don't keep him sexually satisfied at home. Not that I have control over whether or not Mr._C. will ever cheat on me. But if he ever cheats on me, I don't want to feel as if it could be my fault because I think a lot of people who get cheated on blame themselves, which seems unfair to me. I think I do a good job of keeping Mr._C. sexually satisfied, so why would he choose to watch porn and masturbate (alone) when he could be having a more deeply emotional experience having sex with me? That's the part that I just can't wrap my head around.
Anyway, I still kind of feel like I deserve a wake-up call when he's horny. I guess it just frustrated me so much because (as you can hopefully tell) I'm pretty open when it comes to my sexuality, but Mr._C. isn't as much of an open book. I don't know as much as I feel like I should know about his sexuality, even though we've been together for so long. I guess he could just be pacing himself. We have our whole lives to learn these things about each other.
Posted by Miss_C. , Mon Apr 11, 2011 07:54 PM
Mr._C. finally used his Fleshlight. src=' Going to keep this short as most of the relevant information is in the first part of my review.
First, here's the Fleshlight Web site. You can order the Fleshlight, additional sleeves, Fleshlube, Fleshwash, and other Fleshlight products there.
Mr._C. did not soak the Fleshlight sleeve in warm water before use - but even so, he said it felt pretty realistic. He used the words "wet" and "impressed" when he was describing using the toy to me. It is recommended that you soak the insert before use for maximum realistic feel, but this is not absolutely necessary or required.
The Fleshlight came with a sample package of Fleshlube. He used very little of the water-based Fleshlube. In fact, the small sample package of Fleshlube is still nearly full - Mr._C. just taped up the open sample package to save for future use. I'm sure he'll be able to use the sample package several more times before he'll need to buy more Fleshlube. Keep in mind that you should always use water-based lube with the Fleshlight. Silicone-based lube can damage the toy's material.
While he was using the Fleshlight, he could use the smaller end cap to adjust the suction. The cap screws on and off. The tighter the cap, the more suction you should experience. I was skeptical that moving the cap would make much of a difference in the suction, but Mr._C. said that moving the cap made a "significant" difference in the amount of suction and the strength of the suction he felt. I was pleasantly surprised that the cap was "very effective," according to Mr._C.
The Fleshlight was easy to clean. Mr._C. used just warm water, and he stretched the sleeve over the faucet and let the water run through it. He said he didn't have to use soap. (There is a Fleshwash for cleaning the toy, which I mention later in this blog entry.) He found a place to allow the sleeve to air dry in our bedroom. I would recommend having a private place where you can lay the Fleshlight insert for at least a few hours as it takes some time to dry. It would not be a good idea to leave this laying in the bathroom on the counter if you have company coming over, LOL. I would not advise using a towel to dry the sleeve because it seems as if the material could pick up hairs and fibers from the towel.
Overall, Mr._C. gave the Fleshlight an 8.5 out of 10 as a rating. (As I mentioned before, that rating may have been even higher had he soaked the sleeve in warm water before using it as it would better simulate the warmth of a real vagina.)
I want to buy Mr._C. some Fleshwash Anti-Bacterial Toy Cleaner and some other items for caring for his Fleshlight. The Web site sells the Toy Cleaner and the Fleshlight Renewing Powder together. The Renewing Powder is just cornstarch and is meant to be used on the sleeve in order to keep it feeling new and like the first use every time. I also want to buy a real bottle of Fleshlube for when the sample package does eventually run out.
We haven't used the cat-o'-nine-tails "free gift" yet, but perhaps I'll save that for a future review. src='
Posted by Miss_C. , Mon Dec 20, 2010 03:11 PM
Well, I wanted to handle the situation tactfully, so instead of getting upset immediately and starting a fight, I got out of bed, walked over to his chair, leaned down and kissed him on the cheek, and whispered in his ear, "You don't have to download porn, you know," (and the second half of that sentence was going to be, "I can satisfy your every sexual desire," but I didn't get those words out), and I went downstairs to use the bathroom. He protested that he wasn't downloading porn, but Mr._C. doth protest too much because there's nothing else on Earth called Aletta Ocean besides the porn star. Besides, I almost positive that the browser tab was a torrent site, which is a download site.
We've talked about porn before, and this isn't the first time Mr._C. has looked at porn when I've been so easily accessible. I want to have a talk with Mr._C. about this again because it hurts my feelings. It's not the fact that he looks at porn that hurts me. I couldn't care less if he looks at porn when I'm not around - i.e. if I was at work or went on a trip to visit my mom or had a girls' night out or something like that. If I'm not there - if I'm not accessible at all - then Mr._C. can go to town with the porn and look at as much as he wants to. But when I'm literally right here in bed in the same room, I really want him to want to come to me FIRST before he'd choose to look at porn. When I'm right here, it's hard not to be hurt when he chooses to look at porn over sliding over to my side of the bed and rubbing me awake for sex. This is a very similar conversation that we've had more than once.
I just can't understand why. I mean, I'm accessible, available, and adventurous. Mr._C. and I have anal sex on a regular basis, and we've introduced toys to our sex life. I can't really see Mr._C. asking me to do something sexual that I wouldn't want to do or that I'd be turned off by, and I haven't made it a habit to turn him down for sex. In fact, I almost never turn him down for sex, and I'd say I've done it less than a handful of times in the whole time we've been together when I genuinely didn't feel well or when I knew I didn't have the energy to be a good partner or that I wouldn't have a good time. I've posted on this site - and recently, too! - about the fact that I think Mr._C. and I have a good - even great - sex life, and I still think that we do. We had an especially naughty weekend, and I want to tell you about that as well.
Mr._C. and I haven't had so much sex in such a short period of time in a long while, and we had a lot of fun. It started on Saturday night. We had sex twice with a short break in between the two sessions. During the break, Mr._C. continued to play with my nipples and kept me aroused for a second round.
On Sunday morning, we had sex again before breakfast. After breakfast, we returned upstairs and continued to have sex throughout the day. We even had sex in the middle of doing something else. We were playing a video game together, and I stood up and went over to the microwave to make us some more hot tea, and Mr._C. came up behind me, pulled his still-soft cock out of his pants, and gave me a hungry look. Then, I leaned over and rested my elbows on the counter while he fucked me from behind.
We had sex doggy-style standing up with me bent over the counter and the bed and with me on the bed on all fours. We had sex in missionary position with him kneeling between my legs. I had my feet flat on his chest, and he held my legs open by my ankles. At one point, he had me roll onto my side and keep my knees together (so I was sort of in the fetal position) while he knelt and entered me from behind.
In addition to having sex, Mr._C. fingered me and used my glass dildo on me. He used the dildo to fuck me hard and fast. I felt like my breasts got a ton of attention, and my nipples were sore. They were stuck being semi-hard before the weekend was over, and they were very sensitive.
I also sucked Mr._C's cock like I'd never get another chance. I sucked his cock on my knees on the floor while he stood over me. I sucked him while we were laying in bed, and I laid upside-down on the bed with my head hanging off the edge while he straddled my face and fucked my throat. He laid on the bed with his legs over the edge, and I gave him a blowjob while I knelt on the floor by the bed. I also sucked his cock while he sat in a chair with me kneeling between his feet on the floor. I gave him an especially wet blowjob on Saturday. I felt like a goddess of blowjobs, I swear. I swallowed a couple of times, and he fucked my tits and came on my breasts and gave me a facial. I was surprised when he turned on the camera and took a couple of pictures of me going down on him. I even tried to play with Mr._C.'s back door a little bit. It was very tentative on my part, and I wasn't sure how he'd react, so I very gently stroked and tickled around it while I was giving him a blowjob. (I'm still unsure about his reaction. He sort of seemed a little bit uncomfortable(?). I'm pretty sure he noticed what I was doing and squirmed a little bit, but he didn't try very hard to stop me, and he never tried to push me away. I'm definitely thinking about trying it again.)
It was a great time for both of us. We had sex until Mr._C. said that he didn't think he had any cum left.
The number one thing I wanted to do that we didn't do at all this weekend was to receive oral sex. Mr._C. didn't go down on me or lick my pussy once all weekend. He also didn't rim me once all weekend. The next time we have a naughty weekend like this, I definitely want the focus to be on orally pleasing me.
So back to Aletta Ocean. Why does Mr._C. need her - or any other porn star, for that matter - when this is the type of sex life we have? I mean, we are relatively adventurous and have sex in many different ways. Mr._C. is able to have sex with me whenever he wants to. I'm willing to fulfill his sexual fantasies. Nothing we do is really all that shocking or out of the ordinary, but it makes the two of us hot and leaves us feeling sexually satisfied. Well, I hope Mr._C. is sexually satisfied by me and our sex life. I think he is. Instead of staying in bed on a Sunday morning after sleeping through the night in a sex coma and suckling my nipples until I wake up, why would Mr._C. choose to leave our bed and look up porn to download on the Internet? I just don't understand his motivation.
I talked to a friend today. He knows that Mr._C. has a history of not opening up to me in this specific way - sharing his sexual fantasies or participating in writing erotic stories with me. My friend said to me, "What you have to remember is that it isn't about your [meaning my] failure to excite him[...]it's about his own inability to express himself," to which I responded, "I guess the reason it hurts my feelings is because I don't understand the difference[.]" Mr._C. and I are both feeling strained and stressed right now, and because a fight could come from discussing this non-deal-breaking issue, I'm going to let this incident/situation pass without saying anything for now. I want to talk about this in a non-confrontational way that reinforces our relationship, and I want this to be the last conversation we ever need to have about this topic. I want to be able to get through to him this time. I'll try to find the right time to bring it up.
I want to get your opinion now. When Mr._C. and I do talk about this, do you think it would be fair for me to ask Mr._C. to limit (not delete!) his porn collection that he has on his computer? I wouldn't be asking him to get rid of all of it, but maybe I'd ask him to keep only his five favorite porn movies and get rid of the rest. Would five full-length porn movies be enough for one man? He has probably around 20 or so right now and a mixed bag of pictures. I mean, five full-length movies means a lot of hours of porn, right? Would it be fair of me to ask that of Mr._C.? Above all, I want to be fair while helping Mr._C. make me feel better about his use of porn.
Edit: Well, Ms. Ocean has found her way into Mr._C.'s porn collection - regardless of my (admittedly minimal) effort(s) to reassure him that I believe I'm all the woman he needs and can physically satisfy his sexual needs myself. I don't mean to say that I'm a controlling woman by any stretch of the imagination. In fact, Mr._C. has told me more than once that I'm understanding and that he's glad we can talk things out because I'm willing to listen and compromise instead of just fighting. I gather that his previous engagement/relationship ended at least partially because his partner wasn't like me or at least didn't have those qualities that he values in me. I just mean that it seems my (I thought) gentle and (again - I thought) non-confrontational comment to him that morning might make a difference or at least plant the idea in his head that maybe I'm enough woman for him. I guess I was wrong.
Posted by Miss_C. , Mon Nov 01, 2010 01:20 AM
I don't know if Mr._C. was looking to distract me from the itchy irritation or if he was just waiting for the right moment or if he was coaxed into action by the position I was in (although I wasn't trying to be sexy at the time), but he rolled over onto his right side to face me and placed his entire hand on my mound with his palm resting flat against me and began to stroke me through my clothes. He used his whole hand/palm to stroke me with long strokes from bottom to top and then began to concentrate on my opening and my clit with his fingers (still through my clothes). He teased me in this way for a good five or ten minutes before changing his touches. He had begun with lazy, slow strokes, but his fingers began to move a little faster, and he pressed a little harder against me.
I spread my legs apart for him, and he took my left thigh and held it between his thighs - essentially, I couldn't move my left leg, and I couldn't close my legs. He was holding me down in a very subtle way. He held me there with my legs apart and continued to stroke me. I just laid there and enjoyed the sensations. Neither of us felt rushed, and he gently caressed me while he watched his Web show - almost in an absent-minded way. He asked me if my leg was itching now, and I responded that I still felt the itching but just didn't care any longer. He chuckled at my answer and contined to touch me.
I started to breathe more heavily and moaned softly. My moans grew louder and louder as Mr._C. brought me closer and closer to orgasm. My body squirmed, my toes curling and uncurling, my hips rocking and thrusting up to meet Mr._C.'s hand, my hands curling into fists as I clutched at the sheets and uncurling again. I grabbed at Mr._C.'s shirt sleeve and tugged on it as he pleasured me with his big hand.
Mr._C. slid his right arm under my head and held me next to him. My hand found his under my pillow, and I squeezed his fingers tightly. I helped him to take off my pants and then my panties, and now he was able to touch me directly. My pussy was incredibly wet from his lengthy teasing. I was turned on and very relaxed. I had used an electric trimmer a day or two before, so my pussy lips were soft and smooth, and I could feel my own wetness and slipperiness more intensely. I imagined that my juices were flowing out of me and forming a puddle on the bed underneath me.
And then, Mr._C. found the perfect spot. It's the spot I find every time I masturbate - the spot above and on top of my clit. When that spot is rubbed, I don't feel that "too sensitive" feeling that I feel when the tip of my clit is flicked to aggressively. The spot he was stroking is the place where the shaft of my clit emerges from under its hood when I'm that turned on. I tried to keep him right there on that spot by wiggling into place and telling him what I wanted. I told him to stay "right there" because that was "the spot" and that he was making me "so hot" and that my pussy was "so wet." I squeezed his forearm and squirmed and moaned.
After maybe 20 minutes of this wonderful torture, Mr._C. asked me, "Do you want to cum?" I was moaning significantly louder than when he had first started to touch me, and I became louder when I told him that I did. He asked me again - as if he was asking me if I was sure - and prolonged my torturous pleasure. "Don't stop," I told him. I was wetter than I had been in a long time. Another five minutes passed, and the closer I came to my orgasm, the more I begged him, "Please don't stop." I wanted him to make me cum. He was using his left hand, but he's not left-handed. Even so, he was doing a fantastic job - moving his fingers back to my slippery opening several times to wet and re-wet his fingers. He only slipped a finger inside me once - again, teasing me mercilessly.
As my orgasm was building, I squeezed my PC muscles, knowing I would cum very soon, and then, an intensely hard orgasm exploded inside me. I don't know how he moved so fast, but when I started to cum and Mr._C. felt the first pulses of my orgasm, he was all of a sudden on his knees between my thighs, and in less time than it has taken me to type this sentence, he was inside me and felt the squeezing spasms of my orgasm around his hard cock. With him inside me, I rode the last waves of my orgasm - there were another seven to ten pulses while he pushed into me with several shallow thrusts. Then, he stopped moving. My pussy had become so tight that he was nearly about to cum already. He had been inside me for a matter of seconds as he felt the last few spasms sucking him deeper into me. Before my orgasm ended, Mr._C. came inside me - just holding still and feeling me cumming around him.
I ran my fingers through his hair and looked up at him, watching his face and his eyes as he came. He stayed inside me for several long moments while the waves of pleasure flowing through him subsided. Playfully, he thrusted into me a few more times as if we were going to continue. I doubted I had another orgasm in me after the intensity of the one I experienced, but the friction felt heavenly, and I didn't want him to stop. He pulled out a couple of times and snuggled his cock between my pussy lips and rubbed the underside of his cock head and shaft over my clit. I was so wet that I didn't feel at all chafed or sore, and I wanted the sensations I was feeling to last forever. But he stopped, pulled out, and rolled over to reach for his cigarettes. I had had such a good orgasm that I thought even I could have had a smoke (and I don't smoke, LOL).
After his cigarette, Mr._C. went downstairs to the bathroom. I took off my shirt and bra because I was so hot. In a few minutes, Mr._C. returned with a warm, soothing wash rag for me. I used the rag to clean up, and I could see my juices glistening on the wet wash rag. I don't remember falling asleep, but I'm sure I crashed immediately afterward. It had been such a hot sex session, even though we had barely had sex.
Posted by Miss_C. , Sun Oct 24, 2010 05:55 PM
I'm still looking for a job. I've applied for maybe 20-25 jobs between July and now, and I've only heard back from THREE of them in the last three months. I've interviewed with two different Directors of Admissions at two McCann campuses, but I didn't get the job at one of the campuses, and I'm waiting to hear from the other campus as my most recent interview was just last week. In the meantime, I've visited my local CareerLink, and I've been on Monster.com, and I've applied to jobs via those two methods as well. I also heard about one job from my mom that she couldn't take because it's either full-time during the week (and she already has one full-time job, so she can't do that) or part-time on weekends only - working ten-hour days on Saturday and Sunday (but she also has a second (part-time) job that doesn't schedule her to work weekends and is pretty flexible re: her full-time job schedule, so she's able to hold down two jobs without working weekends right now - although she'd have to start working weekends if she took this job, and she doesn't want to do that because she doesn't want to work literally seven days a week). I applied for that job, too. It's really frustrating, which brings me to my next paragraph.
It's really depressing to be unemployed. I'm having a hard time coping with the fact that Mr._C. has no choice but to take care of me and support me while I'm jobless. I've never believed that I need another person to take care of me in order for me to be successful. I was taught not to need to lean on others and to take care of myself. Throughout my relationship with Mr._C. so far, I've always been the one who held a steady job (as opposed to one Mr._C. had that was really only full-time for maybe six or eight months of the year) and made more money (overall). I've always been the financially responsible one who pays all the bills on time and keeps track of credit card balances, etc. But being unemployed for so long means I don't have much money left. I'm essentially broke. Mr._C. is doing his best to support me and help me pay my bills, but his salary just plain isn't enough for the two of us to live on. If he got paid a fair wage by his cheap cunt of a boss, then maybe we'd be struggling a little bit less. Meanwhile, I've filed for unemployment, which I've never had to do before, and even that's depressing. I don't know if I've been approved yet, so (again) I'm still waiting to hear from the Maryland Department of Labor... yada yada. Same shit, different day...
Mr._C. and I have also been looking into finding a place of our own (even though we can't afford it yet). We've looked at a few places on our own, and that trip was relatively fruitless. I also gave a friend's mom (who's a real estate agent) a list of criteria that Mr._C. and I compiled. Maybe she'll be able to help us find something, and it's possible that she's going to be able to pre-approve us for a certain amount before we even make any offers on a place. It'll seem like we're serious buyers if we're pre-approved. We've also looked online for places, and we've (only briefly) looked into modular/built homes. Still living with my future MIL and Mr._C.'s one bratty niece in the meantime... Not the ideal situation, but we have a place to stay while we're strapped and struggling.
Finally, Mr._C. and I had sex this weekend after a dry spell that lasted two weeks - maybe a little longer than that. I haven't been in the mood for sex lately because I'm feeling depressed about the money situation and the fact that Mr._C. is supporting me. I feel like a bum and a freeloader in my future MIL's home. She didn't have to let me come here with Mr._C. to live, but she did, which was really nice and generous of her. I just feel useless and like I'm not contributing to our relationship because I can't help Mr._C. in any way right now. Plus, I found stretchmarks on my belly recently, and that, of course, doesn't make me feel sexy and beautiful. If they were from a pregnancy, I wouldn't be self-conscious and would consider them to be "battle scars" or "war wounds" from my experience being pregnant... But that's not what they're from. I think I've gained weight recently, and that's not sexy at all. They're not "battle scars" - they're just ugly, IMO. But at least Mr._C. and I were able to get in some adult time together in the last few days. It felt good to sort of reconnect. We've had a great weekend, spent a lot of time together, caught up on our shows via the Internet (still don't have TV again), and just enjoyed each other's company.
I guess that's all for now. I'll try to get those other blog entries written soon. Thanks for reading. src='
Posted by Miss_C. , Wed Aug 18, 2010 04:36 PM
It's a crisp October evening. The leaves began changing colors weeks ago. This is my favorite time of year. I can cozy up with Mr._C. by the fireplace and just watch the logs on the fire crackle and give off sparks. I get to wear jeans with comfortable, oversized sweaters again. For my birthday, I had chosen my sexiest pair of jeans - the ones that hug my hips and legs in all the right places - a purple V-neck sweater that showed just the right amount of cleavage to make me feel sexy without being inappropriate for a family gathering, and a comfortable pair of sneakers. My auburn hair is up in a loose ponytail and away from my face as I typically wear it every day.
The air is chilly but not cold. As Mr._C. and I stand on our porch waving goodbye to the last of our guests, I feel a slight shiver run along my spine as a cool breeze brushes past us. We return to the warmth of our living room, but for a few moments, I'm still a bit chilled, and my nipples are slightly stiff from the evening air.
Mr._C. gives me a smile and leans in to kiss me tenderly on my lips. He smells like fresh air and firewood, and I could just melt into his arms. But he pulls away from our sweet kiss.
"Your birthday isn't quite over yet. I have one more present for you," he says, with an air of mystery and a barely noticeable drop in the pitch of his voice.
"You're so good to me," I coo softly, and he takes me by my hand and leads me upstairs. I'm hoping that I'm in for birthday sex at last - I've been waiting for it all day in a heightened state of arousal. Every slight touch from Mr._C. has sent a shock through my body and straight to my erogenous zones. Without his even knowing it, he has kept me anticipating for hours with his gazes.
He leads me into our bedroom. On the floor next to our bed, there is a humongous box wrapped in yellow paper. A bright blue bow is tied around the lid and delicately holds the box closed. I look at Mr._C. and raise my eyebrows inquisitively.
"For me?" I ask sweetly, knowing that the giant gift could be for no one else.
"Open it," he coaxes me. "I think you'll like it."
I quickly untie the blue ribbon and lift the lid. Removing the top, I'm wondering where Mr._C. found such a huge box when - to my shock and surprise - a man stands up and steps out of the box. He's about the same height as Mr._C. but trimmer, has light brown hair and blue eyes, and is wearing a pair of perfectly ass-hugging - but not too-tight - jeans. He has on no shirt or shoes, and he's very attractive. He just stares at me, moving his eyes down my body from my eyes and face to my breasts over my waist to my ass and thighs and back up. I look to Mr._C. and feel unsure about this "present." The man approaches me and speaks in a friendly voice.
"Hi, Miss_C., I'm Bob. Happy birhday," he says, adding suggestively, "a very happy birthday," as his eyes move over my body a second time. He's bold to undress me with his eyes in front of Mr._C. Mr._C. comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist before giving my left earlobe a nibble and whispering in my ear.
"I have a feeling we're both going to enjoy this," I hear.
I'm dumbfounded. Mr._C. and I had talked about having a threesome several times in after-sex pillow talk conversations, but I had never imagined that either of us was serious - especially about bringing in another man. Mr._C. was not the type to feel comfortable with sharing me with someone else or with being around another man naked in this kind of sexual atmosphere. But here we stood.
I take a step toward the man, leaving Mr._C.'s embrace.
"Hi, um, Bob," I manage. Both he and Mr._C. can see I'm a little flustered and exchange a glance. Mr._C. nods once to Bob, and before I know it's happening, the stranger's arms are around me, and he is kissing me deeply and very passionately. His lips are warm and soft, and his arms are strong as he holds me close to his bare chest and presses his mouth against mine. A small gasp escapes me, but my eyes instinctively close, and I kiss him back, parting my lips slightly and running my palms over his torso and around the back of his neck. His hands move over my waist and underneath the bottom of my sweater. His fingertips press into my hips. I run my fingers through his hair, which is shorter than Mr._C.'s.
But still long enough for me to tug on, I think. I'm surprised at myself. Did I really just think that?
He breaks the kiss and takes me by my hand to my bed. A large mirror hangs on the wall opposite the bed, and the room is tastefully but sparsely decorated. He sits me at the edge of my bed and positions himself next to me, leaning in and brushing his lips over my cheek and down to the left side of my neck, his breath hot in my ear and against my skin. My heart is beating rapidly.
Meanwhile, Mr._C. has taken a chair against the wall upon which the mirror is mounted and rests his back against the back of his chair, relaxing comfortably with his feet and knees apart and his arms and hands resting on the arms of the chair.
Maybe he didn't intend for this to be a threesome, I think. Is he really just going to watch this man enjoy my body without participating himself?
Bob's left hand is on my stomach, sliding slowly upward underneath my sweater. His mouth is on my neck, licking and sucking gently, his hot, wet tongue gliding over my skin. His left hand cups my right breast, and through the fabric of my red silk bra, my nipple stiffens under his palm.
"Mm...," I sigh.
He massages my breast before lifting my sweater over my head and removing it. He tosses the balled-up top across the room to Mr._C., who is still sitting in his chair against the wall watching Bob and me.
And is Mr._C. smiling?
Bob stands up and turns to face me, his back to Mr._C. I look up into his eyes and then glance past him at Mr._C. one last time. My love doesn't stir from his chair. Instead, he raises his eyebrows once swiftly with the sly smile still playing on his lips. My eyes meet Bob's again, and my full attention is now on him. I reach for his jeans, unbutton them carefully, slowly slide down the zipper, and use my thumbs to shimmy them down off his hips. He's wearing red boxer briefs. They match my bra and panties - the thought enters my mind that Mr._C. had a hand in this convenient coincidence.
Hmm, very promising, I think as my gaze lingers on Bob's package. The outline of his cock in his tight boxer briefs is enticing. Lust briefly flashes in my eyes as my pupils dilate slightly.
He kneels on the floor in front of the bed between my legs and begins to kiss, lick, and suck his way up my stomach to my cleavage. My large breasts are suspended in the cups of my bra. Using his hands, my gift slides the straps off my shoulders and folds the cups down, allowing my breasts to spill out. He cups both breasts with his palms and massages them, my nipples tightening and becoming rigid as they respond to his touch. He wastes no time taking my right nipple between his lips and sucking slowly and powerfully.
"Ohhhh...," I whimper. I watch Bob's tongue dance around my nipple and feel his breath against my skin. "Bob, your tongue feels so good." He nibbles me gently with his teeth and tugs on my nipple before releasing me. He looks up at me and licks his lips, teasing me. I lean down and kiss him, thrusting my tongue between his lips as my hands move underneath him and clutch his ass. I pull him to his feet as I stand up in front of him. I turn away from him, face my bed, and bend over, pressing my ass against him before facing him again and dropping to my knees on the floor in front of him. His cock is half hard and starts to bulge against the fabric of the boxer briefs. I can't take much more of this teasing. I must see my present now.
I drag Bob's boxer briefs down and release his growing erection. A final surprise awaits me. There is a thin, blue ribbon tied in a bow around the base of his shaft. The ribbon matches the blue ribbon from the huge box that contained him.
Wow, Mr._C. thought of everything, I think, impressed. Such a delicate cock ring.
I decide to leave the ribbon in place around Bob's penis. I kiss and nibble my way up his left inner thigh. My cheek brushes against his cock as I reach the top of his leg and move to the other side to lick my way back down to his right knee. My hands run up the backs of his thighs, and my fingertips massage and caress his ass as I return to his dick. He's a bit harder than before - he has exceptional control.
I lick the underside of Bob's member with the flat of my tongue like I'd lick the spoon after eating a bowl of ice cream. I rub his dick across my top lip and then my bottom lip and then put my lips together and hum against his swelling head.
"Ooohh, Miss_C.," I hear from above me. Then, I hear another sound.
I shift my gaze to Mr._C. and see him unzipping his pants. His right hand disappears into his pants, and he begins to rub up and down the length of his expanding cock. He's watching me intently. I take Bob's cock head into my mouth. My tongue is warm and wet against his length, and I tease his glans a bit before sliding another inch of him and then another between my lips. His dick continues to swell and fills my mouth until its tip is pressing into my throat. I relax my jaws and open my mouth wider to take him in and then begin to bob up and down on his stiff erection. Mr._C. pulls his own hard cock from his pants and begins to stroke himself as he watches me sucking the stranger off. My right hand cups Bob's soft, warm balls and massages them as I continue to glide over his manhood.
"That's it, baby," Mr._C. encourages me from his chair as he continues sliding his fingers up and down his own shaft. "Just like that." His head falls back for just a second or two, his eyes closing only briefly. He doesn't want to miss any part of the seduction happening in front of him.
Following Mr._C.'s lead, Bob encourages me with a growl.
"Oh, yeah, Miss_C. Suck my thick cock. Your mouth feels so good. I love watching your lips stretch over my fat hard-on."
Mr._C.'s dick is rock hard. He's groaning deeply with every stroke. He thought he might be able to hold out and stay out of it, but he can't just allow Bob to have all the fun. Mr._C. leaves his chair and crosses the room, stopping and standing behind me. He watches from this closer vantage point before telling me what he wants me to do.
"Don't stop sucking Bob's big knob, darling," he says. Then, he grabs my hips and pulls me up onto all fours on the floor. Bob kneels to keep his cock in my mouth. Reaching around my waist, Mr._C. unbuttons and unzips my jeans and tugs them over my curvy hips. He pulls them off me and tosses them to the side. He rubs his palms over my ass before planting a solid SMACK on my right ass cheek with his open hand. A muffled yelp escapes me over Bob's rigid penis. Mr._C. spreads my legs wider. He lies on the floor on his back and scoots underneath me between my thighs. My wet pussy hovers over his face. Gripping my ass to pull me toward him, he puts his mouth on me and begins to lick me through my panties. I moan, but the sound is dampened by Bob's dick. I'm dewy already, but as Mr._C. licks up and down my slit through my panties, I start to drip. Having twice the flesh to play with is making me hotter than I ever thought it would. My sweetie removes my panties. They're soaked with my juices. He tastes me. Watching Mr._C. eat my box and hearing my cries of pleasure, muffled by his own throbbing member, are enough to push Bob over the edge.
"Oooohhhhhhh, fuck, I'm going to cum," he grunts.
"Do it, Bob," Mr._C. barks. "Stuff your cock down her throat and make this little cock slut swallow every drop of your cum." He spanks my ass with his open palm, and I let out a stifled cry. Bob buries his length and shoots streams of cum into my throat. I swallow every last drop. As his penis leaves my mouth, I look up at him. Our eyes lock, and I lick my lips and smile.
"You taste so good, Bob," I purr smoothly. Then, Mr._C. addresses Bob again.
"Mm, Bob, her flower tastes so sweet," my beloved tells my gift. Mr._C. offers me to Bob as casually as he'd offer any other guest in our home a beer. "Want a taste?"
"Oh, fuck yes, I want to taste that delicious little cunt," Bob accepts the offer. Mr._C. moves out from underneath me to allow Bob to shimmy into position on his back on the floor between my thighs. Mr._C.'s tongue is replaced by Bob's. My birthday present laps the juices from my delicate lips with long, slow licks between short flicks of his tongue over my swollen, hard clit. Each time he flicks over my pearl, I squeal in ecstasy.
"Does that feel good, baby?" Mr._C. asks me.
"Mmmmmmm hmmmm," I moan. "Ooohhh, yyeeaahhhh..."
Mr._C. is still kneeling on the floor to my right. He kisses down my back and over my round ass before using his hands to spread my ass cheeks wider and pressing his tongue against my asshole. My body jumps at the sensation of both Bob's tongue and Mr._C.'s tantalizing me.
"Oh, God, oh, yes, yes, YES," I pant as Bob and Mr._C. lick me faster. Bob plunges his tongue inside me and fucks me with his tongue. My muscles begin to tighten. A few more licks and I'm going to cum.
"Oohhh, yeeaahh, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop," I'm repeating. "Please don't stop. You're going to make me cum!!"
"Do it, angel," Mr._C. orders me. "Cum all over Bob's face. Drench him with your cum."
As if they were waiting for permission, my muscles spasm and squeeze. My climax is powerful, and I yelp loudly, screaming both Mr._C.'s name and Bob's as my orgasm takes control of my body. My arousal gushes from my sex, and Bob laps up every drop until the waves of pleasure subside. I breathless, and my body is trembling.
"Get on the bed," Mr._C. says to Bob. Mr._C. helps me up off the floor. Bob sits on the edge of the bed and spreads his legs slightly. His flesh is already half hard again and begins to stand up between his legs. He strokes himself as I watch his hand glide up and down his length with desire in my eyes.
My eyes follow the moving hand as Mr._C. stands behind me, his rock hard cock pressing into my ass. He reaches around to the front of my body and cups both of my breasts in his palms. He holds me against him and squeezes my tits and then rolls my tight, pink nipples between the pads of his fingertips.
"Oh, honey," I sigh, my head dropping back, my neck exposed, as I reach down and behind me and wrap my fingers around his rigid shaft. He grabs my right shoulder with his right hand and pushes me down into a bent over position. I move my hand between my thighs and grip Mr._C. again, massaging his balls. I rub his penis against my clit in small circles and moan. Then, I position his head at the opening of my slick kitty.
"Fuck, you're so wet," Mr._C. mumbles. "You want me to fuck your tight, aching cunt?"
I don't say anything. Instead, I press back into him with my hips, his thickness spreading open my sopping pussy lips and his throbbing cock head easing inside me, guided by my fingers. I gasp as he fills me with his girth. He grips my hips, and his fingertips sink into my flesh as he aggressively takes control and thrusts his manhood into my love hole with hard strokes.
"Ooohhhh, fuuuckkk, baabyyyyy," I moan as he pounds his dick into me.
Bob watches us and continues to stroke his member, which is now hard again. His purple head swells and drips with pre-cum. The thick, clear drop glistens at his tip. My eyes are locked on that yummy drop as Mr._C. fucks me, my arousal beginning to drip down the insides of my thighs. I lick my lips as I stare at Bob's erection and watch him running his hand up and down over his plump dick. That tempting drop grows larger and sits - teasing me - at the tip of his cock.
A rough, open-handed spank on my ass snaps me back to the moment. I yelp at the sting of the spanking, but the pain feels so good. I'm so hot and horny.
Bob stands and walks toward me, stopping right in front of me. I'm still bent over at the waist with Mr._C.'s penis filling me as my muscles tighten and squeeze snugly around him. Bob's dick still dripping pre-cum, he grabs the base of my ponytail in his strong grip. His erection is inches from my face.
"Ooohhh, God, Mr._C., fuck my tight pussy. Make me cum, baby," I'm whining as Bob slowly brings his shining cock head closer to my lips.
Mr._C. spanks my ass again. Again, I yelp from the impact of his palm. With Bob's tool right in front of me, I can't hold back any longer. I stick out my tongue and lap the drop of pre-cum from his dome with my tongue flat. I lick my lips before he shoves his cock into my eager mouth, pushing it deep into my throat. He holds my ponytail in his fist to keep my head still as he fucks my throat with his hot hog. I gag as his manhood hits the back of my throat between gasps of pleasure as Mr._C. spreads my ass cheeks with his hands and presses a finger against my asshole. He teases me, rubbing small circles around my anus with his finger, rimming me with his fingertip.
"Mmm mmm mmmmm mmm," I gulp eagerly, urging Mr._C. to push his finger inside me with Bob's knob in my throat.
Mr._C. uses my slippery excitement to lubricate his finger before pushing it inside me, and I press my hips back against him, taking his rod and his finger deeper.
"Aaahhhhhhhh," I groan deeply between licks and slurps of Bob's stiff wood. My muscles immediately tighten around Mr._C. as he times the thrusts of his finger in my ass with the thrusts of his strong love muscle in my peach. Within moments, my pussy spasms around Mr._C.'s dick, and I'm moaning sharply between gulps of Bob's cock.
"That's right - cum for me, beautiful," Mr._C. encourages me through the last half of my orgasm. "Mmm, your hot pussy feels so good."
My climax subsides, and my sweetheart pulls out of me completely, kneels down behind me, and laps up my cum with one pass of his tongue. I'm still bent over sucking Bob off.
"You want to ride Bob's cock, don't you, my love...," Mr._C. only half asks. He already knows the answer to that question.
Bob returns to the bed and sits at the edge once more. I straddle his lap, supporting myself with my knees on the edge of the bed, and rub his cock head against my slick opening with my still-soaked pussy suspended over his lap.
"How does her pussy stay so fucking wet?" he asks Mr._C., amazed. Bob groans as I rub his glans over my clit several times, teasing him before I guide him inside me, and he closes his eyes and lays down on his back on the bed. I ride his firm dick, slowly and grinding against him at first, and then faster and harder up and down. He's so deep inside me, filling me up. He's so fucking hard.
"Oohhhh, Bob, your big prick feels so good. I'm going to ride you until you shoot your hot load inside me," I promise him.
Mr._C. climbs onto our bed. He sits to the side and watches for a minute as I pump up and down on Bob's shaft. Bob's member disappears inside me and reappears over and over again, and my ample tits bounce from the ride. Mr._C. is still hard.
"You sexy little slut," he addresses me. "You want to suck my dick with your pretty mouth while Bob fucks your pussy, don't you, my sweet..."
My eyes flash at the word "slut." It gets me so hot when Mr._C. talks dirty to me and calls me filthy names, even though maybe it shouldn't turn me on so much. I can't wait to get my lips around his rock hard erection. Mr._C. sees the lust in my eyes.
He continues, egging me on. He's on his knees on the bed, stroking his cock closer to my face.
"You can't wait for me to stuff my tool down your throat, can you, my precious little whore."
I bend over at the waist on top of Bob and open my mouth.
"Stick out your tongue, dirty girl," Mr._C. says. I stick out my tongue, and he slaps his cock against my tongue before rubbing it over my cheeks and the rest of my face. "What a pretty face," he taunts me. "Now suck it." I take him into my mouth and suck greedily and hungrily while Bob is thrusting his hips up and fucking my pussy hard and fast. My tits hang over his face, and he surrounds my left nipple with his lips and sucks with the rhythm of his thrusts.
"Mmmm mmmm mmmm mmmm...," my moans are muffled by Mr._C.'s cock between my lips. His groans mix with Bob's heavy breathing and my panting sighs. This is what pure pleasure sounds like. All of us are close to cumming.
Mr._C. pulls out of my mouth and leaves the bed and my field of view for a moment only to reappear behind me. He stands at the foot of our bed and pushes the mushroom-shaped head of his dick against my asshole.
"Oh, yes, baby, fuck my ass! Fill my ass with your cock!"
Bob pulls his pounding rod out of my pussy to allow Mr._C. to use my juices to lubricate his dick before carefully sliding that thick manhood inside me. Bob stuffs his erection back inside me, and the fullness I feel with two men packed in both of my tight holes is heavenly. It's the most erotic moment of my life. My climax explodes inside me, and my pulsing muscles squeeze Bob's cock and Mr._C.'s at the same time.
"I'm going to - aahh! I'm going to cum!" Mr._C. erupts inside me, filling my ass with his hot load.
I'm still riding Bob's pulsing member - as well as the waves of pleasure flooding my body - when Bob's orgasm bursts inside me, his throbbing cock filling my pussy with cum. Both he and Mr._C. stuff their cocks deep inside me one last time as the three of us ride out our orgasms.
Mr._C. pulls out slowly and gently.
"Don't move, both of you. I'll be right back," he says. He leaves the room and returns a few minutes later with two hot towels draped over his forearm and three glasses of wine in his hands. Bob and I are laying on the bed next to each other as our breathing slowly returns to normal and our blood slows and stops pounding in our veins. Mr._C. offers each of us a hot towel to clean ourselves up with and a glass of wine. He takes a sip from his own glass and sits beside me on our bed.
"Happy birthday, my angel," he says to me, kissing me tenderly once again. "Thank you, Bob," he says and turns to face the man who was my birthday present. Mr._C. looks back into my eyes and says to Bob, "I couldn't have done it without you."
"Happy birthday, Miss_C.," Bob echoes. "I hope you had a good birthday."
"Best gift ever," I sigh, satisfied and exhausted, and I take a sip of my wine. Tonight I'll get the best sleep I've had in years.
Posted by Miss_C. , Thu Aug 12, 2010 03:48 PM
As I said in that entry, Mr._C. and I had come home from the emergency animal clinic and taken baths to get rid of the skin crawling feeling we both were experiencing from handling (with gloves and towels and barriers of some kind between the kitten and our skin) the kitten. Mr._C. bathed first, and I bathed second, and when I returned upstairs, he was on his computer playing Civilization, a Risk-style computer game in which the player is supposed to conquer the world (or the universe in Mr._C.'s case). It was late - nearly midnight by now - as the clinic was almost an hour away.
We crawled into bed. We laid there in bed in the dark of the room together and talked for a little while - about the kitten, how we were feeling, and an issue that has been bothering me (which I won't discuss with another living soul). I was ready to try to go to sleep, so I rolled over onto my belly, put up my arms and wrapped them around my pillow, and got comfortable. I had washed my hair and still had the towel twisted around my wet hair to protect the sheets and my pillow from getting wet.
Mr._C. somewhat suddenly sat up and rolled over under the covers and half-mounted me - straddling my right thigh - and began to kiss me on my cheek, face, and neck. I didn't really protest, but I did remind him that it was extremely late for him on a night when he has to be up at 4:00 A.M. or so for work the next morning, and I remember asking him, "What are you doing?" Not in an accusing or angry tone but in a playful tone - i.e. "What are you doing?" He grumbled in my ear with his deep voice, "I'm going to fuck you." I heard distinct emphasis on the words "...fuck you." And I did want to have sex, whether or not I had been aware of my desire before Mr._C. had crawled on top of me.
He kissed my neck again and moved all the way down my back without touching my t-shirt. He tugged my pajama pants and panties down just over my ass, kissed and nibbled my ass cheeks - relatively gently - and then used both of his hands to spread them apart, and the first sensation I felt was his tongue pressed against my anus. I arched my back and raised my ass to his face to give him more and better access, and he used his tongue to lick my anus before sliding down between my legs and licking my pussy. From the first lick, I had been moaning and softly whimpering as Mr._C. used his mouth to pleasure me. My hips had pushed up against him, and my ass rose higher into the air.
He tugged off my pants and panties over only my right leg, and as I tried to help him remove my pants, I had turned so that I was laying on my left side. Mr._C.'s mouth was still on me, and as I tugged my pants off over my other leg and turned to lay on my back, his tongue barely left my pussy and anus.
I was now on my back with Mr._C. kneeling between my spread legs. He lifted my hips up off the bed and again used his hands to spread my ass cheeks and find access to my anus. He licked me some more before returning to his knees and moving closer to me and settling himself between my thighs. Then, he slowly slid his rigid cock inside me and began to thrust. Moving my hips and rocking to meet his thrusts, I could feel how wet my pussy was as I enjoyed the movements of his body in the darkness. We fucked this way for a few minutes, and I gripped his elbows and the backs of his arms with my fingers as I continued to moan and sigh with pleasure.
Mr._C. soon pulled out of me and ran the head of his cock straight down to my anus. His cock was wet with my juices, and my anus was a bit wet still from his tongue and my pussy dripping down over it. He pressed his cock head firmly against my anus, and I tried to relax my muscles as much as I could.
I still had the towel wrapped around my wet hair like a turban.
He pushed into me gently and slowly until just the tip of his head popped inside my ass. I felt the beginning twinge of the inevitable and impending bit of discomfort I'd feel until he got all the way inside me, and I breathed, "Go slow." He pulled back and pushed into me again, going only a tiny bit deeper this time. He pulled out again and tried once more to go a little bit deeper. And again. And again. His cock head and the uppermost inch or so of his shaft was inside me now. Each time he pulled out, I could feel my muscles clench and tighten around his cock as it left my body, and it was difficult for me to relax the muscles after each clench. The clenches are mostly - if not completely - involuntary, so I told Mr._C. not to pull all the way out next time, hoping that keeping him inside me would keep the clenches from happening.
He entered me again. This time, I said, "Just stay there," and I waited a few brief seconds for my anus to stretch and adjust to the size of his cock. "OK," I said next, "go ahead." And he pushed into me another half an inch or so. Finally, he was all the way inside me as deep as he could go. The whole process of anal penetration took us maybe a minute or so from beginning to end.
Once he was inside me, he felt absolutely wonderful. He was able to thrust into me deeply and more quickly without causing me any pain at all - in fact, it was extremely pleasurable. I knew right away that I wanted to cum with his cock buried in my ass.
Mr._C.'s strokes were heavenly, and I rubbed my clit with my fingers while he thrusted. Every few thrusts, he would pull all the way out of my ass and re-enter my pussy for a few strokes. He and I both closed in steadily on our orgasms. He began a pattern of one thrust in my ass followed by one thrust in my pussy and then one thrust in my ass again and repeated this several times before he asked me, "Where do you want it?" Rather than telling him where I wanted him to cum, I said, "I want to cum with your cock in my ass."
He pushed his length back into my ass as I continued to rub my clit. He only thrusted a few times before becoming completely still inside me - I rubbed my clit faster up and down and in circles over the top side of my exposed clitoral shaft as he stayed still and simply kept me filled up. And in a matter of a few seconds, I had a hard orgasm, and my muscles contracted and squeezed around his cock and triggered his orgasm with the help of a few more deep thrusts. My orgasm lasted all the way through his, and when he had finished, he couldn't stay inside me for long because he became too sensitive. He asked me, "Are you ready?" I said I was, and he slowly and gently eased out of me until his cock head popped out of my orgasm-tightened ass. I was still feeling small aftershocks, even after he had pulled out of me and rolled off me onto his back on his side of the bed. I think it was the longest orgasm I've ever had.
It was a very intense and passionate session, and Mr._C. was able to get to sleep. I still couldn't sleep. In fact, I was awake and a bit wired, so I got up out of bed, blogged about the kitten, and had a little cry to myself. I was finally able to get to sleep sometime after 2:00 A.M.
Posted by Miss_C. , Tue Aug 03, 2010 10:47 AM
I've noticed that I've also written and/or said - i.e. when I'm talking about the future with my friends or when I'm goal-setting in my journal - that I want to have a "successful" marriage.
But what does that mean? What makes a marriage "successful"? How can we measure the success of a marriage? Well, as long as a married couple stays together, aren't they successful? src='
No - I don't believe that simply staying together is enough to make a marriage successful.
tenyn's formula is based on his own personal experience. From what I know about tenyn and his marriage, I'd definitely say his marriage is successful. And I doubt anybody would argue with me. src=' tenyn's list made real sense to me, and it was a fun activity that I then completed using my own relationship and reposted on the couch. I'm expanding on my couch post for this blog entry. I plan to return to this list periodically to reflect on our relationship and revise my ratings as necessary as our relationship evolves and changes.
You can read tenyn's "formula" post - page 34, post #1348 on the couch. You can also read the responses that follow - including other's relationship ratings and their explanations.
1. Do fun things together - My rating: 5
Mr._C. and I do get out a lot - we occasionally go to a movie theater (although not as much as I'd like to as there are a lot more movies I'd love to see in a theater), maybe go to a local amusement park, or we might to out to eat. But we really don't do a lot of inventive and creative things - i.e. going to local cultural festivals, getting tickets to a concert, wine tasting, checking the newspaper for events, heading into the city (Harrisburg) since we're close enough to it. We tend to stick to the "safe" activities that we know we both enjoy - mostly the "dinner and a movie" rut. We can sometimes be spontaneous, but it's sort of a rare event that we'll just decide to get up and go somewhere - anywhere - without having at least the semblance of a plan. I can't say I've ever had a bad time with Mr._C., but we could be more creative and spontaneous when it comes to thinking of something to do together.
Edit: I changed the rating for this "category" because Mr._C. and I so rarely go out, even on weekends. Lately, there have been movies that Mr._C. and I have wanted to see, but we haven't been able to gather the energy to even go to the video store and rent them.
Edit: Mr._C. and I don't go out as much as we used to because we can't afford to spend the money on unnecessary things right now with me being unemployed. We're even getting tired of going out to eat. We're less and less in the mood for any of the restaurants/types of food we can get close to home, and we don't have the energy to drive to the mall to go to a different restaurant. We have ideas about things we could do, but we don't do them. I'm considering lowering this rating. To be fair, I'll wait until I have a job again to see if things change for the better.
2. Laugh a lot - My rating: 7
I'm easily amused, and I laugh all the time. I'd say Mr._C. is pretty good at entertaining me. We're awfully silly sometimes. Mr._C. loves to tickle me and can sometimes be very playful that way. I believe Mr._C. and I have compatible senses of humor, and that helps. We can both laugh at ourselves - depending on the situation. But I'm sure there have been times when one or both of us has/have felt embarrassed in front of each other when maybe we could have laughed off the situation instead. Plus, I can sometimes allow my feelings to be hurt easily, so Mr._C. gently poking fun at me can make me feel hurt rather than as if I want to laugh. But a second part I want to add to this item that tenyn didn't mention is that knowing when to be serious is also important when it comes to humor in your relationship. Additionally, you should know whether or not there are any subjects about which you should never joke around your partner. If your partner has a sore spot about a topic, you should know your partner well enough to avoid it.
Edit: I changed this rating to a seven instead of an eight because lately Mr._C. and I haven't had much to laugh about. We're going through a rough patch - not in our relationship but in life in general - and we've both felt frustrated about our situation and depressed that there's nothing we can do at the moment to change things.
Edit: Things are getting worse, IMO. I'm unemployed again, and Mr._C. hates his job. He tells me about it every day, and while I'm tired of hearing it, I know I should be supportive. It's getting more difficult for me to keep a positive attitude. The longer I'm unemployed, the more irritable I become. I think I'm at least mildly depressed. Again, I'm going to postpone changing this rating until things stabilize. Once I have a job again and things return to a more normal state, I'll see if this improves.
3. Be involved with each other's lives - My rating: 8
I originally gave Mr._C. and I a 6, but I've changed the rating since then.
Mr._C. and I talk about work a lot. I support whatever "career move" he could decide to make (except him quitting his job), and he makes sure he talks to me and sort of "consults" me before making any major decisions - whether or not they're work-related. I get along with his friends and family (in general) - and vice versa. Mr._C. has become close with one of my male friends, and I have a couple of his friends with whom I can relate. When we're apart, we talk on the phone every day. I even started playing Dungeons&Dragons Online (DDO) in order to "spend time with Mr._C." - gaming online - when we were apart. He has taught me so much about his passions - mainly "mobile electronics," which is essentially car audio (he's a total audiophile) - because he wants me to be a part of his life. But Mr._C. often tries to give me advice - especially re: my teaching career - when I don't really want advice or for him to tell me his opinion. He often doesn't seem to understand that I'm more sort of "soul searching" and on a quest for a career I'll truly love and on a personal journey rather than asking for help. I tend to end up feeling guilty that I don't want to teach right now because I feel like Mr._C. wants me to continue to teach. But again, I would add a second part to this item - not only should you be involved in each other's lives, but also you should not be too involved in each other's lives as you need to retain your individual interests and desire for time alone and away from your relationship. Being involved doesn't mean hovering and needing to know every detail of every encounter your SO had with every person he/she met that day. Being involved is more about being supportive.
Edit: I changed this rating and actually increased it. Lately, Mr._C. and I have had to be very supportive of each other. I've been supportive of Mr._C. in dealing with a possible career change, and he has been very supportive when it has come to doing what it takes to get my car fixed. We have driven hundreds of miles back and forth to a car dealership in Harrisburg and for my (hopefully) future job.
Edit: Things in this area are looking down, too. Again, I think this is related to my lengthy unemployment. I feel like Mr._C. is starting to resent the fact that I'm unemployed while he hates his job and is miserable every day when he wakes up and has to go to work. I feel like resigning from my teaching job in MD and moving back to PA was a mistake. I feel like quitting my AT&T job, even though it was making me sick, was a mistake. I feel like it's my fault that we're in this situation. I've also noticed that just about everything he does irritates me around the time of my period. I don't know if that's because I'm not on the Pill right now and am PMSing more or if it's because I'm genuinely irritated by him. Will wait on this as well until this blows over.
4. Don't freak out when you disagree - My rating: 8
Mr._C. and I are pretty solid in this area. We don't really have fights. Yes, we disagree, and we've had arguments before - one or two of which stayed around and evolved and came up again and again. But we both tend to be reasonable and logical when we disagree, and we "fight fair." We both listen and try to take time to understand each other. We may raise our voices at times, but we never put one another down or call each other names. Mr._C. has a temper, and he'll sometimes be angry over something that doesn't have anything to do with me, but he'll still take out his frustration by yelling - not at me specifically but in general frustration over the situation. He'll always apologize later for yelling at me, but I don't take it personally because I know it's not about me. When Mr._C. is to blame for an argument or for hurting my feelings, he's quick to apologize, and he tries to comfort me with a hug - a really good bear hug. And I'll hug him back, even if I'm mad at him. When we do disagree, it's usually over quickly.
5. Get fit together - My rating: 1
I gave us a solid 2, but I may have been generous in going that high. I figured the little bit of effort we put in was worth more than a 0.
Mr._C. and I don't exercise - unless sex a few times a week counts as exercise - and we go out to eat in restaurants all the time. But we have talked about exercising together - going for walks when the weather is nice - and we did discuss joining WeightWatchers together. I had success with WeightWatchers before, and I suggested I'd have more success if Mr._C. was doing it with me. We did have a bit of time when we lived together in Maryland during which we tried to eat healthier together, but we got bored quickly and fell off the wagon.
Edit: I'm the heaviest I've ever been. I'm going to drop this rating until I get my act together. I have less than a year before I get married, and I don't want to be a fat bride.
6. Celebrate each other's successes - My rating: 7
Mr._C. and I are pretty good at this one. He has always been proud of me for being a teacher. I think he sort of looks up to me. He helped me through my first year of teaching, which is the toughest job I've ever had, and he was happy for me when I decided not to quit and to go back for a second year. Mr._C. was a high school dropout when we met, but he has since earned his GED, and I was so proud of him for bettering himself. But I worry that maybe Mr._C. won't be as proud of me if I decide not to continue to be a teacher. Again, this item is about being supportive.
Edit: I feel like I've done a better job of this lately than Mr._C. has. Lately - i.e. when Mr._C. has had a good sales week at work - I've tended to response with statements like, "That's great, babe," and, "Cool! Your paycheck next week will be huge!" When I've had a job prospect, Mr._C. has responded with statements like, "I really hope you get a job soon," and, "I really hope this comes through" - statements that speak a lot less to any accomplishment of mine and more to the financial situation we're in.
Edit: The last statements I made still apply. Mr._C.'s comments are becoming more hurtful to me because I feel as if he's beginning to resent either me or the fact that I'm still unemployed. We just haven't had much to celebrate lately.
7. Listen; don't wait to talk - My rating: 7
Mr._C. and I are both good listeners. However, I've been feeling like I've been the better listener lately and like Mr._C. hasn't been listening to me the way he used to when we were first dating. In the past month or so, he has made several hurtful and/or confusing comments to me that I don't believe he would have made had he listened to me and/or remembered various conversations we've had. Also, there are a few disagreements that Mr._C. and I tend to have over and over. We just never solve the problems - despite trying different compromises. I feel like we just don't understand each other when it comes to these issues, and maybe we never will get to that point.
Edit: Things are much improved when it comes to the "few disagreements that Mr._C. and I tend to have over and over." We don't have those same disagreements any longer. In fact, we only really have one major disagreement now - and it's about our finances and our financial situation. I'm sure this will always be an issue as neither of us will ever be rich. But if I can get a job, we should be able to sort things out. I feel like two things have been happening lately. First, I sometimes feel as if I'm talking too much - as if he might be sort of "zoning out" while I babble on and on. Second, I haven't always been telling him when I'm mad or sad or don't want to talk. Overall, our communication is solid and has been from the beginning, so I'm not really worried about these things, and I have faith that things will return to normal once I'm employed and we're out of this slump.
8. Nurture each other - My rating: 7
Mr._C. doesn't always understand why I cry - and I guess it's not reasonable to believe that he should just "get it." However, in general, Mr._C. is tender, gentle, and loving. He may not understand exactly why I'm upset - that I'm angry instead of sad - but he does try to be comforting. He can usually tell when my being upset doesn't have anything to do with him. I essentially have one way to respond to any extreme emotion - happiness, sadness, anger, embarrassment, etc. - and the way I tend to respond is by crying. Mr._C. really does need to use context clues to read my emotions sometimes, so maybe I could be more clear. On the other hand, Mr._C. is lacking when it comes to reading my emotional needs re: our sex life. I want him to be able to open up to me and talk to me about his sexual fantasies, but he's very shy and wouldn't even write some erotic fiction together with me. He needs to learn to nurture my mind when it comes to our sexual/physical relationship.
9. Be romantic - My rating: 7
I gave us a 7 on the couch, and I changed my rating to an 8 at one time, but it's back to a 7.
Mr._C. and I hold hands a lot, even when we're just laying in bed watching TV, and we say "I love you" to each other every day at least once, talk on the phone every day when we're apart, or Mr._C. will pat my butt on our way upstairs or even when we're out in public. We do have a little bit of romance in our life, and we enjoy spending as much time together as possible. Mr._C.'s marriage proposal was classic and romantic. However, again - Mr._C. isn't quite as romantic as when we were first dating. He sent me flowers to the school where I taught for our "two-month anniversary" - made me feel really special that day. He's still a sweet man, and I believe he always will be - but he hasn't sent me flowers for any special occasion in a very long time.
Edit: I changed this back to a seven instead of an eight because recently I felt a bit of an emotional disconnect, and I was wrestling with the porn issue (see "Aletta Ocean and the naughty weekend.").
Edit: Things really haven't been all that romantic lately. We didn't really celebrate our anniversary in October, we didn't go to the PA Renaissance Faire this year, and we really didn't celebrate all that much at Christmas. I didn't do much for Mr._C.'s birthday in March. We haven't had the money to do much for or with each other for almost the last year. We went to a wedding this past weekend, and there was one sort of sweet moment - not necessarily romantic. My friend, H, was doing the daddy-daughter dance with her dad, and I started to cry. If you know anything about my relationship - or lack thereof - with my dad, you'll understand. Mr._C. saw and immediately put his hands on my knee and tried to comfort me until it was over. That's not really romantic, I guess, but he knows that this lack of a relationship is a source of pain for me, and he genuinely wishes there was something he could do to make it easier for me, and I think he truly feels helpless because there's literally nothing he can do. It shows that he cares, and I think affection is where romance comes from. I know that he has the capacity to be romantic.
10. Connect sexually - My rating: 8-8.5
I originally gave us an 8, but I recall a post somewhere in which I believe I rated our relationship an 8.5 overall (including all aspects, not only sex life).
I've talked a lot about my sex life with Mr._C. here on SF already. Read my many posts in the forums for details.
Posted by Miss_C. , Sat Jul 10, 2010 01:53 PM
"October 16[, 2006]: Another absolutely incredible weekend with Mr._C.! src=' (Yes, there's actually a smiley face in my journal at that spot.) We made plans to meet, and I booked online, and we met at a Days Inn in... Mr._C. was waiting for me, and the second I got there we started making out and just fell onto the bed together. We had some wine and spent some quality time together until we got hungry enough to leave for food. We found a Chinese buffet, ate, decided that we wanted more of each other, and headed back to he room. (I can remember being so distracted that I barely ate.)
"That night, we lazed around and kissed and cuddled, and once we started fooling around, there was no stopping us. Mr._C. didn't push me to go all the way, but I got so hot grinding against him that when he put his fingers inside me I wanted more. He knew exactly how to rub me the right way...
"When he used his mouth on me, I almost crawled out of my skin! He made my thighs quiver so easily, and I just couldn't control myself. And when I kissed him and tasted myself on his lips, I felt like doing him. His mouth felt so soft and warm and wet against me. He made me cum twice before I went to [proctor] the SAT on Saturday morning [at the school], and I couldn't wait to get back to him. (Again, I was so distracted. I did not have my head in the game professionally that day.)
"We showered together before going to the [homecoming] dance on Saturday night [as chaperones], and I can't even describe how good it feels to be so unbelievably comfortable with him. (I have to add here that Mr._C. isn't a big dancer and told me so - describing himself as having two left feet. Well, on Saturday morning, I left the hotel and went to the school to proctor the SAT, and Mr._C. was in the room alone. Upon laying out his suit for the dance that night, he discovered that he had brought two left shoes... I'm so not even kidding, and I couldn't make this stuff up!!! So I call him when I leave the school, and he tells me this story about how he had to go out, find a shoe store, and buy a pair of dress shoes for the evening because he had brought two left shoes. And then he says, 'I told you I have two left feet!' I almost peed myself laughing because it was so perfect. If we're not meant to be together, then I don't know what 'meant to be' is.) We had a couple of stolen kisses and slow danced at the dance, and by the time we got back to the car, I wanted to climb on his face. We had gotten pictures together, and he was nearly attached to me almost all night. (The photographer actually thought we were students, which was ridiculous because Mr._C. didn't look a day under 30 even then.) He held my hand or rubbed my back and kept his arm around me the whole time almost.
"After we got back [to the hotel], he took off my [little black wrap-around] dress, and around one o'clock [in the morning], he left to get condoms... I wanted Mr._C. so badly, and the way he told me he wanted to be inside me...Mr._C. is surprised every single time by how wet I am. (I skipped a lot of the good parts when I wrote that, obviously, so I'll add them in now. When we had gotten back to the hotel room, we had headed straight for the bed and started making out like crazy because we really couldn't be too overly affectionate at the dance where we were supposed to be the adults, authority figures, chaperones, etc. My dress wrapped around my body and was tied in the front, and he had some trouble untying it all the way, so I believe he ended up taking it off over my head. I was laying sideways on the bed with my feet hanging off the side, and he grabbed me and pulled me down closer to him so that I had my butt at the edge and was almost/sort of hanging off the edge of the bed, and he peeled off my panties and went down on me. I remember moaning and grabbing the covers, and I was so hot that I blurted out in the heat of the moment that I wanted him inside me. I remember Mr._C. stopping what he was doing and looking at me shocked and unsure about whether or not I was serious. I remember him asking me over and over again if I was sure and if I was ready and telling me that I didn't have to have sex with him if I didn't really want to or if I wasn't really ready. I reassured him the best I could, and he left to get condoms. While he was gone, I poured myself a glass of wine and paced the room. I sipped and thought and paced. I'd say I was definitely a little nervous. Not a lot nervous - just a little. And I got an idea. I put my thigh-high stockings back on and his black suit jacket and waited in my outfit for him to return. And when I heard a knock on the door, I padded across the room in all my glory to greet him. I turned the knob and slowly opened the door, peeking around it to make sure it was Mr._C. on the other side, and when he saw my outfit, his eyes got really wide, and his mouth fell open, and I'll never forget the look on his face as long as I live.)
"When he got back to the room, I was so ready to go that he didn't have to do much... And then he slowly put it in me, and he felt perfect. (He slid in pretty easily, and he felt just like I thought he would.) He fills me up, but he's not too big to feel perfectly right for my first time. He did everything right, and he listened to everything I said. He seemed to know exactly what he was doing. He barely hurt me at all - I never bled, and he made me cum without any trouble the very first time. Afterward, we drank some wine, and I fell asleep so quickly and deeply that he had to know he had done something right.
"On Sunday morning when I woke up in his arms, I was so groggy and just sleepy-tired, but he slowly woke me up with his kisses, and we had sex again first thing in the morning. He used his mouth on me first, and I had an orgasm before he even was inside me[ - ]although this time I didn't have an orgasm from the sex part. But I didn't even care. I[t] just felt so good to be with him.
"On Sunday when it was time to leave, we both cried and didn't want to leave. We had showered together a second time after we had sex, and he washed my back, and I washed his hair, and I knew he cared about me all over again when he cried. I know being with him will be difficult, but we can do this.
"On Monday night, we surprised ourselves again when we had phone sex until both of us climaxed twice. Hearing his voice while I touched myself was so hot. He gets me sexed up without even touching me."
And that's where the entry ends in my journal. It was so nice digging through these entries again. Thank you for allowing me to share. src='
Posted by Miss_C. , Sat Jul 10, 2010 11:34 AM
We met in real life over the weekend of my birthday in 2006, and we were supposed to go to a concert. This entry is the actual entry from my real life (paper and pen) journal after meeting Mr._C. that weekend.
"October 8[, 2006]: Mr._C. was wonderful this weekend! I finally got to meet him for the first time. I think we were both pleasantly surprised by each other. We have the same ideas about several things, including some more serious or important things like how we deal with religion or maybe even politics a little bit. He calls himself an agnostic, too, and seems to feel the same way as I do about organized religion. Coming back to Maryland last night we had a great conversation about relationships. It seems like trust and honesty are important to both of us, and Mr._C. is glad that we're both independent and have our own lives and jobs and friends because that means that we could go a day or two without being physically attached to each other. He talked about his ex[-fiancee] a little bit, and he even made sure that I was OK with him mentioning her. I figure that if he's comfortable talking about her and that relationship, then he's over her and has moved on with his life by now. He's attentive and affectionate, and he [said] sweet things to me all the time, complimenting me all weekend. He told me that he thinks I'm wonderful and beautiful, and I really felt special, and I never once felt like I wasn't safe.
"He picked me up at the house after school on Friday, and I...hugged him when I met him and hopped into his [vehicle]. It took forever to get out of Maryland. Interstate 95 was blocked up the whole way up, and we got stuck in traffic for a long time with no way out. We never made it to the...concert in New Jersey. We were in Jersey at about 10 o'clock at a Pizza Hut so I could pee when Mr._C. said to me, 'Well, sweetheart, I don't think we're gonna make it.'
"We decided to find somewhere to stay and checked in at a Red Roof Inn for the night. (Side note: I still have the receipt with the room number on it, and I think it would be so romantic to go to the same Red Roof Inn and to stay in the same room.) I chose the room with a king-size bed rather than the room with separate beds, hoping for a snuggle with Mr._C. (I can't believe I was such a bold little hussy!!!) It was cold outside, but I had borrowed Mr._C.'s hoodie, and the room was really warm. Mr._C. actually turned on the air conditioning. It took a while, but we finally ended up making out before cuddling and falling asleep. (He actually had said, 'Are you gonna kiss me...or what?' And I did.) I felt oddly comfortable with him, and he was surprisingly responsive to my signals... He held my face in his hands when he kissed me and stroked my hair. He wrapped his arms all the way around me and held my hands, and he rubbed my back while he was holding me.
"In the middle of the night, I woke up feeling sick..., and he walked with me to find water and rubbed my back so I would feel better. He was tired, but he tried to take care of me.
"On Saturday, we spent half the day in bed. We tried to watch movies [on TV], but we were more interested in each other. (Mr._C. got to "second base" that day.)
"After the Red Roof Inn people kicked us out, we drove to Philly for cheesesteaks but ate at an IHOP instead. (We ate at IHOP twice that first weekend, and it's sort of our unofficial place now.) Then, we went to the Pennsylvania Renaissance Faire... We watched the joust after we cheated at the maze, and he bought me a bottle of wine [for my birthday] and kissed me on the Kissing Bridge. (The Kissing Bridge at the PA Renaissance Faire is also where he proposed.) We warmed each other up in [his vehicle], and he held my hand all the way to [about an hour or so from the house] before I fell asleep.
"Mr._C. crashed on K's couch, and I stayed and snuggled for a little while before [going] up to bed. (K was the woman I rented a room with for the first year I taught.) I think he was happy to see me when I woke him up this morning. We snuggled for another few minutes, and he could have kissed me all day again if I had the time to spend with him. So we're making plans for next weekend, and I can't wait to see him again!"
Posted by Miss_C. , Mon Jul 05, 2010 11:22 AM
Before dark, J and some of the other guys left the party and went down the "road" about a half mile to a part of the bank of the lake that J called "the bluff" or "the plain." This part of the bank is backed by more trees, and the cottages are spaced out along the opposite side of the lake in a horseshoe that faces the bluff. The bluff is a basically flat, sandy, grassy area, and the guys set up the impending fireworks display there. The sand was a bit soft on top and barely gave underfoot. The grass was higher and thicker and more overgrown in some places. It reminded me of the fact that it's tick season. The guys had set up the fireworks and the palettes. Mr._C. and I walked down to the bluff later than the rest of them. We walked alone in the dusk and held hands with mine on top of his. (On a side note, I read somewhere that the person whose hand is naturally on top when two people in a couple hold hands is naturally the more dominant or in control partner. Interesting to me. Might explain a lot.) The fireworks had already started, and we walked and looked up at the colorful explosions in the sky as we held hands.
I found myself in a romantic mood. I felt so happy just to share that moment/experience with Mr._C. We crossed the plain together and approached the group of guys and the source of the display. The guys were using flares to light fuses. The fireworks cracked, crackled, and whistled directly over our heads, and we had to look straight up to see them. I've never been so close to a fireworks display before, and it was such an exciting experience. Here and there during the display one of the palettes would move due to a blast from the fireworks, and a shot would go off in a different direction. Sometimes a shot would go off close to the ground, the sparks that survived raining down on the sandy plain. The tension and excitement came from the potential danger of one of the tubes firing near us and from the possibility of danger. Meanwhile, we're having a ton of fun and laughing our asses off at Mr._C.'s and J's friends and the people who live in the lake cottages. One of Mr._C.'s friends, D, was pretty drunk by this time, and as he lit fuses with his flare and watched the fireworks explode, he was yelling, "Hhoooooooooooohhhhhh!!" He ended up wandering off to the closest cabin - almost walking straight into the lake on the way across the plain - to see if those people would give him a few beers for him and the guys doing the display. Well, he was gone for a while and ended up doing shots with the people who lived in the cabin and came back to us even more intoxicated than when he had left us. src=' The bonfires from the cottages dotted the shore in a horseshoe opposite the fireworks display. Someone had a horn and was tooting loud blasts between explosions. There were "U-S-A" chants going around the lake. And then the people from the closest cabin played "Like a Rock," and we fell to pieces laughing again. So here's the scene: A BOOM BOOMBOOM from the fireworks. Someone in a far cabin starts the chant. "U-S-A, U-S-A, U-S-A!!!!" and others, including a drunken D, join in. "U-S-A, U-S-A!!!" Then, another BOOMBOOM and a BLLAAATTTT from the horn. "Like a Rock" is playing in the background as another explosion goes off - BOOM - and a BLLAAATTTTTTTT and D yells, "Hhhhoooooooooohhhhhhhhhh!!!!" I can't even express how much fun I had. Once the grand finale had begun, we all stood back at a safe distance in the glow from four or five flares as they rested in the sand and watched.
After the finale had ended, the guys gathered the palettes and piled them together for a bonfire. The bonfire was huge, and we all stood back but still felt the intense heat. I was standing behind Mr._C., and I wrapped my arms around his waist, clasped my hands with his over his belly, nuzzled my chin against his neck, and gazed into the bonfire. He leaned back into me with his shoulders. We stood there like that while the bonfire burned the palettes. The fire burned rather quickly, and before I even realized it, the fuel was half gone. We returned to J's house and grabbed a bite before saying our goodbyes.
I had such a good time on Saturday night. Since fireworks are really only considered appropriate for certain special occasions and are so rare during the year, it was a special experience to see them so close up. I would like very much to make fireworks at the lake a yearly event.
Edit: Mr._C. and I went to J's again for the fireworks show this year. They put on a really good show. It's a long show, too, with a lot of exciting fireworks - and you sometimes can't tell if they've done the finale and are finished or if there's more. I thought the show was over a few times because they really kept people guessing. They'd do a huge burst of fireworks, pause for a few minutes, and you'd think the show was over - but they'd keep going! They really do a great job - and they do it all themselves with donations from the community. I think they said that they did the show this year for about $5,000.
This year, Mr._C. and I went alone. D (J's fiance) wasn't there this year as they recently broke up, and J had a lot of unfamiliar people at his house this year. D, Mr._C.'s friend who was drunk last year, also didn't attend. It was still a good show - even more enjoyable for us because Mr._C. and I found a spot far enough away from everyone to smoke a joint during the show - but we didn't have as much fun as we had last year.
Now that Mr._C. got fired from his job, I don't think we'll be going to J's for fireworks in the future. Mr._C. getting fired makes it really difficult for he and J to remain friends. It's unfortunate, and I wish Mr._C. and J could stay friends because I think J is a good guy. But we enjoyed the fireworks for the past two years.
Posted by Miss_C. , Thu Jun 24, 2010 10:06 AM
Well, on Tuesday, we picked up his vehicle from the shop. It had needed transmission work, and he hadn't been able to drive it for more than two months. We finally picked it up on Tuesday, and he was like a little boy at Christmas. src=' If it's at all possible, we'll still have this vehicle when we're old people.
We had come home from a drive, and his vehicle was feeling pretty good, and he was happy. A short time later, he fell asleep first, and I stayed up and watched TV and surfed SF. Around midnight or a little after, I decided to go to sleep, too. I was a little sleepy, but that blowjob was still on my mind.
Mr._C. had taken a bath before bed and was laying over the covers on his back with his legs spread a bit apart, and his cock - although soft and relaxed - and his balls - lovely and clean now - were on display. I enjoyed the view without touching him, remembering how he feels against my tongue, and allowed my arousal to build without touching my own body. Then, I turned off the lights and snuggled up close to him. He was naked, I had my "pajamas" on.
With the lights out, I rested my head on his belly and was facing down toward his cock in the dark. I placed my hand on his belly beside my head. He was asleep, and I wanted to arouse him and make his cock stiffen without waking him - or really without shocking and scaring him awake with him thinking that there was something crawling on him. Slowly, I picked up my hand and moved it down - maybe half an inch to an inch - closer to his cock. I rested it there for a few moments and did it again, moving even closer to his resting cock. I did this several times - maybe in four or five moves - until the palm of my hand was cupped over it. He hadn't even twitched and was still asleep.
My body was a bit tense - just alert and ready - because I was trying so hard not to wake him.
I had reached his sleeping cock without waking him up. Because his body was out in the open air of the room and not protected under the covers, the skin of his cock head was a bit cooler than the temperature of my palm.
I rested my hand over it for a moment or two, just feeling his cool, smooth skin - so much softer than the rest of a man's body - and willed his cock to warm beneath my palm. Then, with my first couple of fingertips, I gently and softly ran up and down his still-soft shaft and around and under his head. I ran my fingers down over the seam of his balls and gently and slowly massaged them a little. Then, I took his cock between my thumb and other fingertips and started to slowly stroke his cock up and down. He was still mostly soft.
I wondered to myself - as I was enjoying playing with his cock as he obliviously slept - if his cock could even get hard if he was asleep and unconscious of the stimulation by my hand. src=' I've awakened him with my lips before, but by now, he had always been awake.
Still worth a try, and if nothing else, I'm having a great time just touching it, I decided. src='
I alternated between lightly stroking his shaft and massaging his balls and trailing my fingers over and around his tip - especially the underside. And he did gradually become harder and harder in my hand. (I love the feeling of a cock going from soft to hard in my hand or against my tongue. The visual stimulation is extremely erotic and arousing for me - as is the feeling of his flesh stiffening.)
Without much warning - only a few seconds of mild squirming - he awoke and discovered me.
"Oh, honey!" he blurted out when he was coherent of what I was doing.
All of a sudden and in one surprisingly quick and smooth motion for a man who had been dead asleep moments ago, he pressed his hand to the back of my head, grabbed my hair over the part where my ponytail meets my head, and shoved my face toward his now-hard cock. I immediately opened my lips and met his cock head with the full openness of my mouth by the time I reached it.
He spoke to me, and with each individual word, he pressed his rigid cock into my throat, treating each word like a full sentence.
"Oh. Baby. Suck. My. Cock."
A long, smooth, solid stroke into my throat with each word as he gripped my hair with his fist.
I tried to open up my throat for him as much as I could as he pressed his cock into it.
I did gag a little bit - nothing terrible - and I did have to hold my breath until he pulled back out, but I trust him enough to allow him to hold my head, knowing that he won't hurt me. It was such a turn-on that he had gone from completely unaware and passive to completely in control of the movements of my head and neck in such a short amount of time.
I used my hand, fingers, and palm to massage his balls while he continued fucking my throat - both slowly and eagerly at the same time. He would press into my throat and hold his cock there for a few seconds, just keeping his cock buried there in my throat. And his noises - his grunting and heavy breathing - told me he was enjoying it.
I felt like I had to breathe a bit, so I wrapped my hand around the base of his stiff shaft and used it to stroke him while I sucked him so that he couldn't go so deep and to allow me to catch my breath. His cock was wet and slippery enough from my saliva, but I wasn't drooling all over him.
I stroked him with my hand and sucked him with my mouth at the same time, and all the while he groaned and gripped my hair.
After I had caught my breath for a few minutes, I removed my hand from around his shaft and returned to massaging and cupping his balls and allowed him to press back into my throat deeper again. He didn't go fast at all, and his thrusting wasn't violent in any way. I just felt him pressing deeper and felt the fullness and pressure in my mouth - against my tongue and in my throat - as I swallowed him over and over again.
Soon he was asking me, "Do you want my cum in your mouth? Do you want to swallow my cum?"
And with his cock filling my mouth, the only way I could respond was with an excited and eager moan.
He continued to thrust, and I continued to moan - a bit louder a couple of times - but the same sound. The same muffled moan with his cock in my mouth. I was hoping he could feel the vibrations through him from my sounds.
Then, he slowed a bit and pressed deeper one last time before his orgasm exploded and coated my tongue with his warm load. It seemed like there was a lot, so I tried to swallow some and kept my mouth completely still around his cock while he unloaded his cum into my mouth. I could feel the pulsating spasms on my fingertips as I lightly gripped his cock. I squeezed gently and ran my fingers upward over and over to squeeze out the last drops from his cock - sort of like I was trying to get at the last bit of toothpaste in the tube. And when he stopped spasming, I licked and sucked his shaft and head clean, slowly removed my lips from around his cock, and slurped up the last bit of cum that was left in my mouth.
I rolled over, satisfied with my work and the tasty results. Mr._C. - obviously exhausted and physically drained - reached over and half-heartedly squeezed my breast and rubbed over my nipple with his fingers for a few seconds and then stopped. I lifted my t-shirt up and exposed that breast. But he was already snoring and asleep again, and I had to chuckle to myself that I so exhausted him. src='
I am horny this morning, even though I got off after he had fallen asleep again. Again, he slept like a rock and didn't wake up, even with me moaning softly right next to him in the bed. I have not gotten off yet today. Not since last night after I finished with Mr._C. And that was maybe right around 1:00 A.M., I guess. I don't know if I want to diddle before he gets home or if I should wait just in case he decides to return the favor later. src=' I did text him this morning and told him how much I enjoy playing with his cock while he's asleep. He called me to tell me that he got my text and said that he thought about last night at some point this morning with a huge grin on his face. src='
Posted by Miss_C. , Mon Jun 14, 2010 03:47 PM
But many of the technical definitions of "love" are vague and don't actually describe to one who has never been in love what that feels like. Yet - when one is in love, one will know it. Even without being told how to love or when to love or whom one should love... With no information whatsoever, one knows what love is. Falling in love is like opening a door to a place you've never been before. Others may have been to this place before you, and others will go to this place after you've been there. Others may have seen it. But another can't describe it to you. You don't know what you'll see, what you'll hear, what emotions you'll feel, what to expect... There's no road map or atlas of this place for you to follow. This place is whatever you make it. And therefore, a road map cannot possibly exist. The map is created by each individual and changes each time the door is opened. Falling in love is never the same twice.
Love itself is never the same twice. There's familial love, a parent's love of a child, a child's love of ice cream, a person's love of a faithful pet, loving one's profession or loving the completion of a project or loving the participation in a hobby, friendly and platonic love that isn't at all sexual in nature, romantic love, forbidden love, secret love, unrequited love... Children who haven't yet opened the door to falling in love but have some idea about what they're looking for develop crushes, a milder and short-lived form of love... Animals can feel love. Maybe not in the way humans do... But there's no arguing that a dog loves its master or that a cat loves the hunt.
So how does one know when one is in love? I can't tell you. But you'll know it. All I can tell you is how I know I'm in love. But even my translation of my heart's language will be vague and undefined. I can only hope that attempting to describe my love will be enough to explain how I know. But even when others don't understand your love, there's still no arguing that you are in love.
Now, love isn't like in Hollywood movies. All the time. Most of the time, in fact. But we do have moments - flashes in the pan throughout our lives - that play themselves out like in a Hollywood movie. Or if nothing else - if you don't have the special effects, the music, the set - you feel like you're in a Hollywood movie regardless.
This past weekend was one of those flashes for me. And even as I left him and drove the distance that separates us - five hours across state lines - I felt peaceful, and all was bliss. I felt no distinct twang of grief, but still I cried. I felt no sense of eagerness to return to work today, but still I wished for time to pass. Love is contradictory and doesn't make much sense.
Mr._C. and I didn't do much else besides have sex this past weekend. We had sex during the day on Saturday and then took a nap into the evening. We had sex every night. We had sex in the middle of the night. When we weren't having sex, we were eating or sleeping. Sex even interrupted our sleep once or twice. But I'm not going to describe in great detail and extensively who did what to whom right now. All I will say is that he was incredibly vocal the entire weekend (which made me more vocal because he was caught up in the moment and made me feel more comfortable, less inhibited, and more open), he did whatever it was going to take to get me off - as usual - which included going down on me for what felt like a lifetime, and he was ready to go so often that I was actually impressed by his stamina and quick recovery. He was like the Energizer bunny. I swear, the man came more times this weekend than he has since we first started having sex and were staying in hotels all the time - if I can even make the comparison - and definitely more times in this one weekend than in any weekend in recent memory.
Between the sex, our more humdrum, normal, everyday existence showed itself. We dropped off my car for an oil change, walked around the mall, he wanted to buy shorts because they were on sale... But the romance of our weekend was in spending those otherwise boring moments together. We kissed just to kiss, and the kissing didn't always lead to sex. We held hands constantly. In the car, walking around the mall, laying in bed watching TV, laying in bed after sex... He even held my hand while he slept. It was absolutely wonderful. Even though I'm home from a full day of work, I'm still in a hazy, contented fog - high on love from this past weekend. Nothing bothers me. I'm oblivious to negativity. It's like I've just fallen in love with him for the first time. But really, I've been in love with him for years.
I would be a fool if I ever let this man go. If I didn't show off my engagement ring and announce to the world, "This man is mine!" If I didn't marry this man ASAP. If I didn't become the mother of his children.
How do I know I'm in love? I just do. Love is one of the many mysteries of the universe that just has to be believed in and accepted into existence, even though no one can see or hear or touch love itself. You might see a couple in love or someone loving what they're doing because you can see that they're happy, but you can't see the love itself that causes the happiness in that person. You can hear the sounds of love-making, but the love itself that brings those people together is invisible. You can touch another lovingly, but you can't see the phantom cause - love - encouraging a person to initiate a hug or a kiss.
And so I'll leave you with song lyrics that encapsulate my perfect and therapeutic weekend with my love - the person and the emotion and the action.
"Crazy Love" by Michael Buble
I can hear her heartbeat for a thousand miles
And the heavens open up every time she smiles
And when I come to her that's just where I belong
Yet I'm running to her like a river strong
She gives me love, love, love, love - crazy love
She gives me love, love, love, love - crazy love
She's got a fine sense of humor when I'm feeling low down
And when I come to her when the sun goes down
She takes away my trouble, takes away my grief
Takes away all of my heartache in the night like a thief
Yes, I need her in the daytime
Oh, but I need her in the night
Yes, I want to throw my arms around her
And kiss and hug and kiss and hug her tight
And when I'm returning from so far away
She gives me some sweet lovin' - brighten up my day
Yes, it makes me righteous, it makes me feel whole
And it makes me mellow down to my soul
"Hold On" by Michael Buble
Didn't they always say we were the lucky ones?
I guess that we were once
Babe, we were once
But luck will leave you 'cause it is a faithless friend
And in the end when life has got you down
You've got someone here that you can wrap your arms around
So hold on to me tonight
Hold on to me tonight
We are stronger here together
Than we could ever be alone
So hold on to me
Don't you ever let me go
There's a thousand ways for things to fall apart
But it's no one's fault
No, it's not my fault
Maybe all the plans we made might not work out
But I have no doubt, even though it's hard to see
I've got faith in us, and I believe in you and me
So hold on to me tight
Hold on, I promise it'll be alright
'Cause it's you and me together
And, baby, all we've got is time
So hold on to me
Hold on to me tonight
There's so many dreams that we have given up
Take a look at all we've got
And with this kind of love
What we've got here is enough
So hold on to me tight
Hold on - I promise it'll be alright
'Cause we are stronger here together
Than we could ever be alone
Just hold on to me
Don't you ever let me go
Hold on to me - it's gonna be alright
Hold on to me tonight
They always said we were the lucky ones
Posted by Miss_C. , Mon May 31, 2010 09:16 PM
He was asleep when I arrived. He heard me come in with my stuff and woke up and rolled over in bed. I climbed onto the bed and laid next to him on top of all the covers with him under the covers and kissed him hello. Kissing became making out; making out became sex. He rolled me over on my back, climbed on top of me, and aggressively bit and sucked my neck like a starving animal. Regardless of my reminders to "be nice," he left a few love bites on the left side of my neck that I'll need to cover up before I go to work tomorrow morning. He tries to be good during the school year, but sometimes he just can't seem to control himself.
He kissed his way down the front of my sweater, paying a few seconds' attention to my breasts/nipples, before lifting my sweater and planting a few kisses on my belly. He kept my sweater on, lifting it to my neck, and he kept my bra on but turned down the right cup and removed my right breast from the bra's thin layer of "protection" from his mouth. He focused on my nipple for a minute or two; then, he kissed down my belly again and climbed off the bed and kneeled on the floor at the foot of the bed between my legs as I laid at the end of the bed with my legs over the edge and spread apart. My sweater was still up around my neck, and only my right breast had been released from my bra.
I was still wearing the outfit I had worn to work. My fiancee unclipped and unbuttoned my dress slacks but didn't pull them off right away. He dove his face between my thighs and put his mouth over me through the fabric of my slacks and panties and made a growling sound. I rolled my hips up and against his face.
He pulled my slacks and panties off and dove back in. He used his tongue on my clit, put it inside me, made it flat and licked my pussy lips, and rimmed me a little bit. He used his fingers in my pussy and ass, sometimes very vigorously, while he licked me. He went down on me for what felt like a long time, and it felt great. He eventually slid inside me, and we had urgent sex. He held my ankles and pounded away. Several times he pulled out and returned to oral when he didn't want to cum too soon. I was very loud during oral and sex because we were home alone. We got hung up once when he slipped inside my ass quickly and unexpectedly (although accidentally), and I needed a moment to allow to pain to pass. He apologized profusely at the time and apologized again after we were finished having sex. He felt so bad for hurting me. Toward the end I needed some lube. He came inside me. I didn't cum (although not due to his lack of trying). And I was very sore. src='
He fell asleep, and I fell asleep after he did.
He didn't want to go anywhere on Saturday because his mom was coming home from the hospital. She had gone through some surgery. When we woke up (the same morning), we had sex again. It started with a blowjob this time, which I was thoroughly enjoying giving. He actually allowed me to give his nipples some attention this time. He will usually push me away and squirm and giggle as if it tickles (but then says, "I never told you I didn't like my nipples played with" when I ask him about it). This time I put my mouth over one of his nipples and gave it a tentative lick/swirl of my tongue (fully expecting him to stop me and push me away from his nipples), but he let out a groan instead. And so I spent a lot of time licking, sucking, and nibbling his nipples while I stroked his cock with my hand. (I certainly wasn't about to let the opportunity slip away.) He is more vocal now than he used to be at the beginning of our relationship. While I went down on him, he rubbed and fingered my pussy until he wanted me to climb on top of him for me-on-top sex.
Now, me-on-top isn't my favorite position. It isn't even in my "Top 5." I would not be disappointed if we never had me-on-top sex again. However, I do it for him because I know he likes it. I'll climb on top, but I rarely cum in this position, and he'll end up finishing me in missionary most of the time. Even when I do cum from me-on-top sex, I feel as if I need another orgasm because the first wasn't all that satisfying.
So I climbed on top and rode him until he came inside me. I didn't cum. src='
I rolled off him and laid next to him in bed. We were both breathing heavily. He left the room and went downstairs to get a warm wash rag, returned to me, and cleaned me up. I was so sore, and the warm rag felt incredibly soothing.
He crawled back into bed and asked where I wanted to go for breakfast. I answered his question, "We always go to ********, so let's go to the diner in town this time." Then, I said, "But...," and I took his hand and placed it between my legs, "I want to cum before breakfast." src='
He used his fingers on me, and I tickled the underside of his soft cock while he touched me. We ended up having sex a second time, and I came with him inside me while I used my fingers to rub my clit at the same time. He continued. I asked him, "Are you going to cum again?" He said that he wasn't and just smiled at me. But as I said, I was very sore, and I made him stop after only a minute or so.
We ate breakfast at the diner. We dropped off my car to have new tires put on it, went to a florist in town and bought his mom some flowers, and went home. His mom came home later on Saturday. Later, one of my SO's friends came over, and we chatted and hung out and ordered some food. We ate, my SO's friend left, and we went to bed.
On Sunday, we drove into the city (Harrisburg) to go to the movies. We ate lunch at Olive Garden. Then, we went to the theater. We had picked "Robin Hood," and I had two free passes. The movie was alright. However, it was long and not the story I had expected. I was expecting the Robin Hood story (stealing from the rich, giving to the poor, the "Merry Men," etc.), not the Robin Hood origin story and historical background information that was actually presented in the movie. (Spoiler alert: There will most likely be a sequel.) Parts of the story were difficult for me to follow. I found myself feeling slightly bored and wondering how much longer the movie would go on. Only my SO and I and one other person were in the theater, and I drifted off into my imagination for a moment and contemplated giving my guy a handjob. But he was genuinely interested in the story, and so I refrained. We left Harrisburg and went to *********, an amusement park near where he lives, for a while, and we returned home. Later, another one of my SO's friends came over. We hung out for a while, and once my SO's friend left we went to bed.
On Monday morning, we woke up, and he was in the mood. He put his hand between my thighs and went to work while he nibbled on my ear lobe. I got very wet, but it took me a while to cum. After I came, he grabbed my t-shirt and yanked me toward him. I tried to climb on top again, but he pushed/guided me down his body, and I shimmied down his torso and over his thighs until my breasts dangled directly over his hard cock. I enveloped his cock with my breasts and slid him up and down between them. I licked up the underside of his cock with my tongue flat and wide and started to go down on him. It took only a few minutes until he said, "I'm going to cum already," and he did cum in my mouth, and so I swallowed, squeezing his cock with my fingers and trying to empty every last drop of cum onto my tongue.
I ended up taking a nap into the afternoon, woke up and packed, and drove back to MD. I'm very sad to be away from him again. I talked to him a little while ago to say good night, and he said, "I was glad to see you, honey." He asked me when he'll see me again, and it looks like it'll be another three weeks. But we had a nice weekend together and got to spend a lot of time together. We had a bunch of sex, relaxed together, and got to have one more night together due to the holiday. src='
Three weeks can't pass quickly enough. src='
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