Small towns do it better

Title: nervously undress

I think I will start from the start so that you understand how I got here. I heard that Jessie was back in town, home for the university holidays. We never really hung out but I knew him through friends. Anyway, I was on a dating sight the other day and noticed him. I quickly added him and started up a conversation. Like anything, “let’s fuck”. Isn’t the best way to start these things wo we began talking about the weather. His art and what he and I plan to do over the summer. Me I have never left this town, I have had a few jobs but never really found my place in this big bad world yet.

Jessie was funny, and very intelegent. But neat and professional were not his skills. I put in my opinions on how to make his artwork more presentable and we ended up talking for ages, long into the night. I dreamt about him that night.

In the morning I woke to a few text I must have fell asleep while we were still chatting. At this point we had not spoken in person and I wanted that to change. But what if he didn’t like me? What if my chubby face and skinny body with bearly any tit was an instant turn off? I know this not to be true but I can’t help these thoughts from creeping into my head.

Title: The date

Nirvana was playing overhead. I have not heard this song for so long, I have mix feelings about it, it reminds me of school and all those terrible times, but still think it is a nice song. I had asked Jessie to join me after his show. I was in the crowd with many people looking at his works of art. I think some of my advice helped but the talent, skill and dedication was all his doing. I walk inbeween walls of paintings colours, shaded and many emotions projecting themselves inmy direction.

There was a ceremony, wine and cheese shuttled around, and then the crowd started to disperss a little. I got his attention a little later in the evening. And he thanked me for coming to his show. I said “that’s something you say to your mum, you can thank me in other ways”. And I grab hold of his hand and lead him out a side door. It was a dark night, warm and very overgrown in this part of town. I found a slope where we sat down my dress sprawled. I could here a creek not to far and still see the lights from the town hall. I think this is one of the best things about small towns, if you want to be very alone, you just have to take a short walk of a main track. So great to make out in the shadows.

Title: cum with me.

My tits, your dick. My mind is clouded with thoughts of you. I want to get off and I want you to get me there. When I think of you I think of other times we have fucked. The feel of your cock in my hand as you ejaculate, I watch your love juices explode out of your body, and on to my shoulder, tits ands trickle down. So full and white. Love is more than just getting off as an indervidual. It is about spending time making you cum, and that makes it all the better when its my turn to explode.

I love your clean body, contrasting with all the tattoos I have. The difference looks so nice. I love tattoos on me, but don’t like them on men. I am selfish and think they only look good on women, but that is just my personal opinion. I like the way your fingers trace over the artwork, spending time with your fingers and tongue licking the ink. I lean back streach out and press play on the CD player. The tunes start up, fucking music. I wonder if those artist know that so many people have come with the sounds of there voices and instraments.

naughty

Title: Tuesday porn

I see you sitting in the sun with those red glasses on. Your hair falling about your face. That smile you have when you look at me, your head tilted the shape of your nose. There are many reasons why I love you, these are just a few.

Your eyes fixed on mine as you take the shoulder of your dress off. That smile you have, biting your lip. Slowly you remove your dress, I see the shape of your breast, your nipple.

You bend over and show me your ass, your hair falls about your face, you look up at me through your locks. I’ve had you before, and I want you again. You remember me inside of you, my body weight on top of you. That feeling you want again. You spread your legs slowly apart the dress in your lap. Your tits hanging, nipples ready. Small, sweet, milky white.

I want you on all fours, those eyes looking up at me. Your hair sweaty but still ready to please. As I cum in your mouth.

IF I WAS A MAN…

If I was a man, I would fuck you all day, hard as I can. Here are collection of sexy thoughts I wrote through the eye of a man.

Title:Thoughts of you

You are at work today but does not mean I can not think about you. You on your knees as I am holding your head. I can feel how deep I am inside you, I have control. When I let go, those big puppy eyes looking up at me. Your tits are full in your bra. You will swallow.

Title: BJ number two

It is sometime in the afternoon, hard to tell as these warm summer afternoons streach on long into the evening. We are in your big bed, lavish linnon. The curtains hid a bit of the sunlight but streaks still shine in. We kiss and make out. Your tounge in my mouth. You are happy I am home to spend the day with you. And you want to show your appreciation. Me in my boxer shorts and you in a night gown. Blue like your eyes. The subtle lipstick, and eye liner, I can see you have made your self pretty for me. You want me to remember you this way. Doing your best to love me. Kissing my chest. Then looking up at me. The smile on your face.

Your tits and pussy you let me peak at both. Your movements your hips. You stroke my chest and move down to grope my cock. Your eyes fixed on mine. You want to see my reaction to everything you do. Kissing the out side of my boxer shorts. Your bottem lip falls. My cock firm in my shorts for you lick the fabric and put your lips around the bulge. With both hands you lower my shorts and my cock flops out. You lick all the way up your eyes fixed on mine. Moving your hair to one side you begin to suck.

Slowly you suck, then faster closing your eyes as your head bounces up and down on my thick cock. It makes you so happy that I am here. I am yours. And with that you want to make me cum. I can feel your lips and your tongue. And I have the best view of you. Your long hair. And those eyes closed lost in a trance. You can hear me moan and feel that I am getting close. You take me out of your mouth and stare back into my eyes. My dick wet with your lips and lipstick. You slowly jerk me of that last bit with your bottem lip hanging. It feels so right to be here with you.

 

thinking…

Title: watch but not touch

This is a review and thoughts on porn without masturbating. In the first video I like the setting a bedroom, something I can relate to and feel comfortable in. It is a slow video moving bodies shown dancing around the screen. It is fake the desire they have for each other but the movement are compelling. Fit bodies in underware. So very healthy. I really feel comfortable in the setting. It is as though I have come and visited them at there house maybe they live with their parents. And they want to perform sextual acts with me. I am only making assumptions but afterall this is my fanasy.

Porn always makes me raise the question. Why do I need a relastionship, I have felt that I needed one for a long time but lately I complete myself, as selfish as that sounds. Sex is the only thing that I lust over. Love is already there with the people I meet, the friends I keep. Good times and sex.

Now back to the video. They are grinding up against me, this is a point of view video. I am getting aroused in the video, but not here at my desk. Only compeled to watch more of it. They grind so heavily together, as though they want it to hurt. Backs, hips and butts. The curve of the back. The fit healthy body. The movement of your chest as it heaves as you grind against me. Though you are not very delecate with your handjob. Your bottem lip down as though you are enjoying it as much as me. Your hair falling about your face, the way your eyes squint a little as you stair into mine. The way you position yourself over me. Sex is about  togetherness, pain and sharing. I want to hurt you, I want to share it with you and I want you to enjoy the pleasures I feel.

I think in many ways even with sex, I feel disconnected to the people I share it with, I know how to make them happy and cum, and they can get me to cum with a little guidance. But it is sex they get from me not love, not anything lasting. Something I would like to share with a special someone or special people. Maybe I am a better friend then partner. I heard this once a friend of a friend say to me that she “Is a great friend, but a lousy girlfriend”. I saw something wrong with that I long time ago. But now I only see that she may have been more at ease with herself. Understood herself better. And was not searching for that in another indervidual.

Oh damn, I was too busy typing I missed the final cumshot.

link:

http://www.youporn.com/watch/474749/stroke-suck-swallow-allison-s-a-triple-threat/

sexy sundays

Title:  stress and sex buildup

Not thinking straight, have a wank. My need for sex is sometimes shows itself im many differernt forms I knew there was a reason why I did not want to leave my aapartment just yet. Regardless how nice of a day it is outside. All the booze and sextual tention from last nights party was still there at the back of my mind. And I let it go unnoticed. But it was there eating at me, wanting to be released. I could not unsterstand why, I was so stressed over nothing, and could not focus on any task at hand. The sex drive was taking hold.

Sex:Thoughts and feelings

I have been thinking a lot about sex over the last few months and my passion for it. Here are a collection of thoughts and feelings I have jotted down. Enjoy!

title: On the towel

I unzip my pants, flop out my cock and grasp it. I close my eyes and think of nothing. I don’t want my head anywhere else but here enjoying myself. This focus, this energy makes me feel it all. In control.

I take my time, speed up, slow down, I want to feel it all. As I get closer to cumming I can feel it build. And flow out of me, on the towel over my lap.

title: Chlorine

Today I went for my morning swim. It was such a sunny day. Rode my bike through the backstreets to get there. Feeling the breeze.

Changing rooms, smell of bodies. I take my shirt of, shorts and jocks. Then put on my bathers.

I walk to the edge of the pool dive in. Lap after lap. Thankfully the pool is heated. After some time I notice a girl in the next lane looking at me, her head above water, our eyes meeting as we swim past each other from opposite ends of the pool.

Blonde, white skin, tanned and fit. I think about her thighs.

My swim has finished, I can swim no more. I push myself up onto the ledge with my hands, water dripping from my body. She stops and stands in the next lane. Blue flowery bikini. That body. I know she wants me to talk to her.

“Hi” I say

“I don”t think I can swim anymore, though I do love a morning swim….”

She turns to me. Those eyes looking up at me. I want to cum between those thighs.

title: Lust-O-Vision

We sit on the couch, you climb onto me.

The room begins to crowd around us,

I stare at your tits,

They bulge and expand in your chest, pressing hard against your blouse,

You hold my shirt,

Gripped with fear, pleasure and pain.

title: Toothpaste

When I think of you, I want to come

Hard, so much pressure

body sags, all draining towards my cock

Like a tube of toothpaste, covering you

Both savoring the moment, As I empty and you fill

When I think of you, I want to come.

title: Throb

I’ve been waiting for you all afternoon

thick in my jeans

meeting later tonight

excitement making me shake

dominate you

Make you beg

take all my agony

make it flow.

 

link. 

I like to read these stories sometimes when I am home alone and in the mood. porn as therapy

Just looking

Looking at you in that dress, that body, my insides a mess,

Looking at you makes me feel as though i have never been loved, as truly as the love you own,

Looking at you across the lane, sitting down, you notice me stare,

Looking at your eyes and the ends of your dress, as you make the hem rise,

Looking at your hips, looking at your thighs, an opportunity awaits,

Looking up at me as a come up close, you hold out your hand, and I pull you up,

Looking for a place to rest you up high, plant your full butt, and open those thighs,

Looking down at me as I lick and suck, your hand in my hair, gasping for air,

Looking at me loving you, Looking at your body loving me.

Yoga

I was never much into it, but you insisted it will be fun, “totally worth it!”. So here we are.

You put on some music, and sit down facing me. A relaxed pose, and I copy. You tie your hair up, your chest stretches, full underneath that top. I watch your clothes and how your body moves beneath them.

Yoga is an experience. From what I’ve heard it’s for chicks who want to get better at lovin’.

The rhythm in the background guides the tempo of out movements. changing from one pose to the next. Holding, feeling the stretch, my body opening up.