Monday, February 6, 2017

Dream Cam

Again I can't count the days since I last had my body cumming below or above someone else's. And last year was so busy that I didn't even have too much time to notice how much I was missing it.
Only after 2016 was finally past and I could rest for a few days in January, I started feeling 'back to life'. The peceful days on the coast exhausted my body, cleared my mind and made me healthier and hornier.

I open the social media page. I intend to send you a message.

"Hi. I've been thinking about you."

I'm thinking about how you look hot when fucking. The way your smiley, almost shy eyes get serious and intimidating. A solemn expression to your angel face shows that devil's taking control.
I've been thinking about your hands violently grabbing my boobs out of my cleavage, as if we didn't care for romance. Been thinking about your mouth sucking my nipples hard enough to make them sore while I deliciously feel my pussy being flooded with the juice of my craving for your fuck. Yeah, I've been thinking about you and how good you could pound my cunt right now.

Instead of typing the message, my fingers slid through my puffy pussy lips. I am so moist that it feels like I had already cummed a dozen times today. I want you to see that. I turn on the web camera. You're not online. On screen, only my mirrored image. The scene you should be watching. I pull down my panties, open my legs wide and expose my throbbing clit, being careful to hold still and close enough to the lenses, so you could see it growing red and bigger, as my thight holes are pulsating for some action. 

One drop of juice leaks out of my sobbing pussy, running down to my butthole. With one finger I rub the moist over my tiny hole.  I moan, because it feels so good. Another finger reaches inside. And comes out. Then back in. I get wetter and wetter: My pussy is begging to be touched, but I won't do it. Not now. My little fingers goes deep inside me, one by one. Just to tease. Almost torture.

I close my eyes to see you in between my legs, my hands tied up on my back while yours would explore my body. I feel the tip of your tongue working my clit and dream the finger stuck on my butt would be your dick actually, but I've decided these tiny fingers were not up to your hard meat, which I desperatedly need to have stuck into me. In my head, you blow me good while fingering both my holes. On the screen, I was just like any naughty slut shoving a sex toy to her pussy.

Totally shaved, I was rubbing a 40 centimeters dildo through my pussy lips, sliding it right in between them. If it feels this good in hard plastic or silicon, what to say about the real deal: a true cock, hard and proud, I was anxious to lick with my drooling cunt. The plastic toy had me guessing how deep you could bury your hard-on down my throat.

And all was getting registered: the slow fingering, the energetic rubbing, the sensual moves and the naughty 'menĂ¡ge a moi'. On my knees, I hold the dildo between my feet and turn my back to the camera, looking for the best angle to be fucked from behind. Sitting hard on your imaginary cock, spreading my buttcheeks so you could worship the moment your boner goes all inside my ass as you slap my pussy.

Sweaty and panting and overly excited, I turn around and expose my breasts, tiny nipples so hard and sensitive it hurts. All my life I had locked myself in private to masturbate, but tonight it's an online show, cast to distant grounds in order to thrill an audience of one. And I was definitely feeling like a fuckstar.

An squirting orgasm exhausted my strength and expelled the dildo from inside me, along with a tidal wave of cum. Must confess I am almost proud I got that on film. The most impressive climax of my life. What a waste, I wish I was the one to squirt all over your face, for a change...

I turned the camera off and uploaded the video to send rightaway, without thinking much. Along, just a quick message to demonstrate my total honesty about such boldness:

"I miss you."






Sunday, February 5, 2017

Keep cumming back...

Just one of these nights I start questioning myself if I'm a weirdo for not realy willing to call anyone out for a drink wherever. It's sunday evening and I'm home alone on a typical summer night.
Spent all day by the pool, testing mixes with all sorts of colorful tropical fruit and a fine vodka.  The hot weather was asking for some topless time. When the sun set, I could still feel its heat on my engoldened tanned skin.

One last shower before I can dress the white nightgown for a contrast. The fresh water comes down my body, and I can feel it in places I'd like to feel your touching. A physical memory that gives me shivers and hit me with a warm wave from inside.

The window is open, the moon is almost full. I can see only the shadows of the palmtrees on the front yard. With the lights out, no one can see me either. Hot as the weather that night, but even wetter, I let my fingers tease my pussy, wishing it were your hands to explore me.

It's not merely a fantasy, but the memories of the actual feelings what turns me on.  From the first time I could never forget how your skin feels like against mine. Your smell, your looks and moves, daaaaamn, for some reason no one had never turned me on the way you do : not before, nor after. But nobody's watching, so I'm the addicted bitch.  I dream of you feeding me with your rock hard cock as deep as you can reach as your tongue plays between my legs. Not even the coldest shower would cool me down by now.

How I love to ride you..! To see my pussy swallowing all your cock makes it wetter as deeper as it gets. I'll put my ass up to you and wait to be strongely grabbed from behind. And while you banged me in my immagination, I came so hard I'm sure I'd make you cum too, with the crazy shockwave that hit me again, with the memory of having you filling me up with a hot load..! 

I closed the shower. My legs were shaking and I had to wait a moment before walking to the room. But writing this all  made me feel all horny again. It's late o'clock and there's no hurry to sleep: I'm on vacations....


Tuesday, November 22, 2016

Ever since we said goodbye...

I feel like I'm at my best sexual shape ever. As a young adult, not only experience improved my skills, but also my consolidated self-assurance helped me feeling a lot more confident about everything involved in a relation, and the different meanings it may have for the persons sharing it.

Still, I miss that feeling. That heat that warms my heart and sets my pussy on fire at the same time. That urge of fucking while kissing, to cum eye-to-eye. The need of having you so deep and deeper as your cock can get in me. Lemme suck you slowly and intensly as I hear you moan. I'm so wet.

I'll softly slide my tongue between your legs: does it tickle? Do it louder this time, you have no idea how sexy it sounds. Tie me up if you please. I do. What happens next? Shove it hard. Red marks. Ruined make up.

Fireworks.


Sunday, August 21, 2016

Deceit

She woke up after the long sleep that might had last a couple of days. She couldn't be precise, though.  Gave up trying. The weak sunlight through the windows could be of a sun rising or setting. She didn't have the slightest idea what day of the week it was. Lately, all days seemed pretty much the same.
The doctors said she was growing healthier everyday. "Bullshit" - she thought. They couldn't know that inside, her heart was still bleeding.

She tried once more to push the memories away, but happened that they would only come back stronger. The incredible excitement about having him near again after so long. He was coming at last. Coming for her. Her every day and night before his arrival was about preparatives to have everything perfectly set by the time he would step on her homeland again. She could already guess his shining eyes, his childlike smile, and this thought immediaely brought her an actual sensation of his warm embrace.

But reality was proven painfully different.

He didn't want her to meet him at the arrival. They met later at a crowded shopping mall, where he was in company of a friend that came along with him for the trip.

"Who brings a friend along for a romantic trip?" - her sister made notice. She had to ask her siste to take her to the mall in her car, because herself was too nervous to drive. And as she witnessed their cold first reunion, she decided to stay.

Her eyes welled up in tears as she struggled not to remember the rest of what was supposed to be a dream date. It was all blurry afterall. But she would hardly forget the much she cried when he didn't want to go with her, not invited her to stay with him. Even his friend, although a nice guy, didn't interfere not even when she humiliatingly tried to explain how long she waited to have time with him again. At some point, the two men sneaked out to the elevator and got lost from her. She was openly crying among the crowd of unknown people in the elevator, trying desperately to guess the floor they were, when her sister found her and grabbed her back to the cruel reality.

"Let's go. There's nothing left for you here." - she said and the truth of her words were deadly for her sister's will.

She was taken in silence to a hotel. Her sister wanted to make sure she would have enough comfort and distraction while digesting those bitter happenings of the morning. When her sister was gone, with the promise of picking her up by night, she expected to break up, but it didn't happen. She couldn't even cry. Took a wine from the mini bar to see if it would make her all emotional again, but no. So she stopped before getting drunk.

She needed to be sober. She needed to be real. She needed to know it was over. Once and for all.

Night was falling, and she knew she would be free by the next time her eyes would open for a new morning.

Boy, she was wrong.


Sunday, August 14, 2016

Tuesday, July 1, 2014

#BFF

Finally, I'm embracing my social life back. Little by little, but I do have been meeting new people and making new friends that are more like me and my old self's lifestyle.  Not counting the privilege of still sharing adventures with some of the best company in the whole scenario.

Still it's funny to notice how also little by little, I started having dreams I've  never had before. And ever since I started the medication, my dreams are usually quite realistic. Well, I sure won't forget this one.

I was somewhere with Mr. Red and his best friend, in an apartment that seemed to belong to one (or all?) of us. We were drinking and I remember we were quite high and I was totally horny.

I was wearing a short and tight miniskirt, and decided to sit on Red's lap. But I was so sensitive that I immediately started rubbing my body to his. Of course I was willing to have dirty, noisy, messy sex with him. But for some reason, his friend wouldn't seem to leave, or we wouldn't move to the bedroom.


No idea how I ended up in that situation, but fact is that he started fingering me, and I was spreading my legs more and more. His friend was watching something on his i-phone screen, right at the balcony, and I was being totally fingerfucked in the living room. He could see us clearly from there, if he wasn't distracted by the phone.

I only remember flashes, like the moment I was riding Mr. Red's cock and his friend came to suck me at the same time. I get wet only in remembering the feeling when one of them started shoving one finger inside my ass. I woke up wet as a rainy summer, after "almost experiencing" the feeling of having my pussy sucked by a handsome guy while fucked by the sexiest of them all. Or when they both rubbed their cocks to my pussy and ass. They were also touching each other and this didn't seem to be a bad thing - what made everything even more arousing. I always had this thing about sexual contact between non-gay men. Sometimes it can be really, really, really hot.

Or I am just way, way, way too sick...

There were more remarkable moments before the alarm clock wake me up to reality: it's not raining, it's not summer, and I haven't been fucking not even my vibrator.