Life, Love, Sex

Crossing the Atlantic

My one goal before I came to France was really to get laid here. I really couldn’t ignore that conquest.

(My goal once I got here was to drink more water and break my habit of soda.)

Well, I have zero skills when it comes to picking up (or being picked up) in bars, so I took the easy way out- Adult Friend Finder. It’s been my friend for many years now.

And it even works in France!

I put up an ad as soon as I got here because I know these things can take time. I had to wait for someone cute to e-mail me and then it’s always the back and forth. And I don’t think everyone even read my profile because I got countless e-mails in French. Hello- no parle francais! (Yes, I know.)

But anyways, Pierre e-mailed me last week and I guess I just glanced over it without much notice, but for some reason took notice this weekend when he e-mailed again. He offered to show me around the town on his scooter. That sounded fun (if not death defying!).

So I e-mailed him back and we quickly made plans for yesterday.

I was to meet him at a near by square in the evening and he would be with his black and silver scooter. Easy enough, right?

Wrong!

I got to the square a little early because it’s only like a 5 minute walk, if that, but I had a lot of nervous energy, so I just went to go early. Well, after a few minutes I noticed someone on the other side of the square with a (big) black and silver scooter (I suppose it was closer to a motorcycle) and he was clearly waiting for someone. I couldn’t see the face from far away, so I got up and started walking towards him and when I got closer I saw that it was a much older man than who I was meeting (Pierre was only 35).

It couldn’t be him.

I didn’t want it to be him!

But for a good 20 minutes I was convinced he was my date. How much could I really tell about someone’s looks from a tiny picture on the computer?? And people lie…

I was so convinced I started to walk away but was stopped just in time by the real Pierre!

Who was a 35 year old boy. No lie. (I always seem to like the older guys with boyish qualities about them.) He was cute though- tan skin, brown hair, big round brown eyes.

After brief introductions, we decided on an itinerary for the night. I hadn’t seen Villefranche yet, so we would go there.

But first, a beautiful look out point.

By way of scooter! He handed me his extra helmet, and my only request was that he not drive too much like a French person. (In hindsight, going on the scooter together is a good way to get physically close very quickly!)

And the look out point- my God was it stunning, looking over the Baie des Anges (Bay of Angels) and all of Nice. And from what I could tell when we weren’t making out, it would be a great place to take pictures!

Making out at a beautiful look out point- now that’s the kind of memories study abroad trips are made of!

Our plans for the evening changed as things started to get a little hot and heavy. We decided to go to his place and order pizza in. (Hey, a free meal is a free meal. Have you seen the conversion rate???!!!!)

It was about a 20 minute ride to his place as he was in the newer part of Nice. He had a small little apartment- very French.

Once the pizza was ordered, the action started.

Score 1 for the French on foreplay! It’s been a long time since I was kissed and stroked all over before the actual disrobing (or even once disrobed for that matter).

And then after all the sweet kissing and slow removal of my clothing- he went down on me. That’s right! You read it here folks! (Sorry, I’m writing this before going out and I “pre-gamed” a bit (it’s too expensive to drink out otherwise!)).

It wasn’t too shabby. He fingered me too. Licked my ass a bit. Even stuck a finger up there (I do hate having fingers up my butt though for some reason).

And then- the sex.

All 5-8 minutes of it?

*Sigh*

And he had such a beautiful cock too.

Well the pizza came and *sigh* it was neither Italian nor NY quality. Oh well.

We watched a bit of French TV.

And then round 2.

And round 3.

Really, he gets a gold star for effort.

The cuddling was nice though. He was very much a sweet guy.

And I’m hoping soon I won’t think about Jefferson during sex anymore. That would be quite nice. *Headdesk* (I just have to remind myself how the quality of our sex life seriously (and I mean seriously) diminished this winter…)

I hope this is semi-coherent. I shall reread it tomorrow.

But for now, I have some celebrating to do. And some firemen to make out with. And God I’d love to get in another fuck.

I know, I’m such a slut.

But duh, you all knew that.

Brought to Tears

Adam: Do you want to cum?
Avah: Yes sir.
Adam: Why don’t you? Why not just disobey me an cum if you want it? Why do you hold back?

He asked me this Tuesday morning as we chatted online together.

Monday afternoon he had told me I wasn’t to cum until our date Tuesday night. Now, normally this isn’t too big of a deal- I can go a day or two without cumming; easily. Especially these last few months where my libido has been significantly less than usual. Except in basically the past week, it kind of kicked into overdrive. Thus making it harder for me.

And Adam didn’t just tell me not to cum and just leave it alone. No, of course not! He had to tease me and work me up into a horny frenzy. Monday he tortured me with words of how he was going to hold me down by my throat and fuck me; beat me; have me call him sir all night; use me as nothing but a fuck toy- rape me. Needless to say, I was sopping wet and humping my chair by the end of the night. And I still had almost a whole day to wait.

Tuesday morning it got worse- he had me stuff dildos in my pussy and ass and that almost pushed me over the edge. I almost didn’t think I could do it. I was so worked up and so close to cumming, all I would have needed were 30 seconds with my Hitachi. But before I could even give it a second thought Adam had me remove the dildos, once again denying me permission to cum.

So why did I obey?

In earlier years, I would have balked at someone trying to control me (even if it was something I wanted deep down). I either would have never agreed to such conditions or I would have just done as I wished and lied about it. But I’ve grown in the years I’ve been exploring BDSM and my submission.

I’ve learned now that it’s just plain more fun to do as I’m told. It’s entirely more satisfying to be obedient and submissive. Though it’s still so new for me actually. Adam and I agreed that our second date would be much more about my mental submission. I was to call him sir (I like using honorifics, though I draw the line calling someone master if they’re not my master); I was to arrive in lingerie he approved of, a dress, and heels; and my eyes were to be kept downcast that night.

Luckily for me though, I didn’t have to wait until later that night to get off. I had nothing else planned for the rest of the day, so Adam had me come over earlier.

And let me just say ahead of time, never underestimate the hotness of being fucked while still wearing lingerie and heels.

When I got to Adam’s, I immediately stripped out of my dress and kneeled at his feet, offering myself to him, as I was instructed. He pulled out his cock and I started sucking on it briefly before he grabbed me by the hair and pushed me onto the bed face down. My underwear was pulled off and my ass slapped hard a few times before Adam turned me on my back and plunged his fingers into my cunt. I groaned as he hit my g-spot and quickly got me off.

The next few hours went by in a blur. All I remember is a frenzy of sensations- Adam’s hands almost always in my hair or wrapped around my throat. His fingers would pull at the lacey fabric covering my tits and his mouth sought my flesh biting down hard again and again as I screamed and whimpered. I remember him fucking me from behind, my face pushed into the mattress as he held my wrists behind me.

Again- fucking while still wearing some underwear and heels= so.fucking.hot.

It seemed like either his cock or fingers were constantly in my cunt and his teeth biting some piece of exposed flesh.

His words circled my head as he either made me cum or cry out in pain- dirty whore, slut, fuck toy, his to use, hurt and fuck. I was very quickly put into gooey subspace.

At one point he told me to look at him and he spit in my face as he grabbed the sensitive skin on the inside of my thighs. I whimpered and obeyed as he barked at me to keep my legs open.

Then there were the quiet moments with my mouth wrapped around Adam’s cock as he worked at his lap top with the news of the Pope’s landing in the background and being put to some service making the beds and putting dishes in the dishwasher.

Eventually his fiancée, Emma, returned home from work. She was barely in the door before Adam told us to start making out. I think I’ve yet to kiss a girl that wasn’t a good kisser. He then instructed her to finger me as I sucked on his cock. He pinched my nipples hard and I moaned around him. After a little bit he pulled out and started to finger fuck Emma and ordering her to cum. He switched us around a bit and positioned me to be fucked as I ate Emma out. His hands dug into my flesh as he came. I was turned over as the condom was emptied on my face.

“Lick the condom,” he ordered me

I whimpered.

“Stick your tongue out and lick it like the dirty whore you are.”

I obeyed and licked the remaining drops of his cum.

When he was satisfied he told me to go wash up as I was wiping cum from my eyes.

We spent the next while ordering dinner and watching the Mets game. Emma tied me up in a chest harness type fashion and I sat on the floor at Adam’s feet to eat.

“Who are the starting pitchers?”
“Santana, Pelfrey, Perez, Vargas, and Maine,” I responded without a skip. “Wow!” I exclaimed, amazed how I just did that.
“Good girl, I’m training you to think like a submissive. Who’s the best pitcher?”

Crap, I didn’t look at the stats.

“Santana?” I guessed.
“Good girl. Who’s the worst?”
“Um, Pelfrey?”

I really had no idea.

“Who are the 2 new ones?”
“Uh…Perez and Pelfrey? No, wait, Vargas and Perez?”

He sighed and ignored me.

Part way through the game he quizzed me, “Who was Milledge traded for?”
“Shoot, um, Schneider and um…?”
“Think religious,” he said, wrapping his hand in my hair.
“Jesus?”
“Church. Pay better attention slut.”
“Yes sir.’

After dinner I cleared the dishes and wiped down the table then Adam told Emma to attach me to the cross in their bedroom. Emma wrapped a chain around my waist keeping me up against the cross and another chain attached to my rope harness for good measure. Adam came in shortly after and everything after just becomes a blur- I remember a lot of pain. Lol.

Adam had Emma attach clothes pins to my labia and oh God ouch. He told her to try to attach one to my clit or jewelry even. I whimpered in protest, but was ignored. She eventually found my clit though making me holler and dance.

“Ahh! Yellowredgahhhh!!” I screamed in the 2 seconds it was attached before being quickly removed.
“Do you need to be untied?” Adam asked me since I did slip a “red” in there. I’m still amazed my brain was even able to process safewords.

I shook my head no.

After that I danced uncomfortably as I lived with the pinching sensation between my legs as Adam wailed on me and Emma with fists, floggers, and other beating implements.

I continued to complain about the clothes pins and he told me he’d take them off if I asked him to do it with a whip.

I resisted at first.

He teased that they would go watch the Mets game then. I whimpered, just wanting the clothes pins off. I finally gave in and asked for him to take the clothes pins off with the whip.

But fuck I was scared. I was turned around and my hands were chained up because I kept trying to cover my breasts as he flicked the dragon’s tail at them. I screamed as he caught a good hard lick on my chest. He moved on, more interested in my pussy anyways. He landed his first blow higher up, on my mound and I screamed, trying to buckle over, but not being able to go far because of the bondage.

“Sweet Jesus!”

“What’s that slut?” he asked as he came over to comfort me. I leaned my head on his shoulder as I tried to recover. “Are you seeing Jesus? Should we baptize you? Are you wanting to accept Jesus the Savior into your heart?” he teased me.

I shook my head no. What I wanted was for him to not flick that whip near my girly parts again.

“Spread your fucking legs,” he told me as he walked back away.

I stalled at first, shaking.

“Spread them you fucking slut!”

I reluctantly obeyed and tensed up as I waited for the next strike.

He aimed right for my pussy and the tail struck hard, knocking a few pins off. I screamed and started to cry from the intensity of the pain. I shook my head violently crying that I couldn’t when he wanted to do it again.

“Aww look, we made her cry,” he chided me as he came over. His one hand went to my hair as his other pulled the rest of the clothes pins off. My lower lip trembled as I kept a sob locked in the back of my throat. “But she’s holding it back,” he noticed. He slapped my face hard a few times and I started to let the tears go a little, but ultimately keeping it bottled up. I was too embarrassed to weep there tied to the cross as they both watched me.

Our play wound down as he undid me from the cross and had Emma and I get on the bed as he fucked us both to end the night. The rest of the evening was spent cuddled up watching TV quietly before I headed back home.

Indecent Behavior

He had probably had a bit too much bourbon.

And I was probably a little overly enamored with him that evening.

So when our kissing and canodling led to Jefferson sticking his hands down my pants in the middle of the tea party, I was remiss to object.   But on the other hand I was conscious of the fact it was my first tea party and I wanted to be invited back.

But we were barely even noticed as I stood in front of him, spreading my legs wider for him to get deeper access inside me.  It’s amazing what you can get away with in a room full of perverts.

I braced myself against the back of the chair as his fingers did their magic and quickly started bringing me to orgasm.  I came softly, my knees shaking slightly underneath me.

I straddled Jefferson’s lap and we kissed in our stupidly drunken state.

“Baby, you’re so bad,” I scolded him, grinning.

Skin on Skin

I have so much to write about- there are at least 7 stories I have jotted down that I want to tell. Canings, fistings, dates. And then more randomness I want to write.

But where do I end up starting? With more recent events as it so happens.

It’s because of his skin. Jefferson’s skin- it’s so intoxicating to me. As soon as I feel his skin against mine, my head swoons and I can feel my muscles instantly relax, the blood rushing to the surface. My skin tingles and every brush of his fingertips or nibble and bite rushes through me like a zing of electricity.

I hadn’t seen him, or any of my friends for that matter, for weeks because of how much school work I had to do. The first thing I thought when we got naked was how much I missed his skin. And damn we fucked so good that day. I came half a dozen or so times.

I asked him for a back massage as it was so tight from all the work I’d been doing: spending hours in the dark room or hunched over my desk painting precise lines. God that massage was quite delicious. “I’m going to give you such a good blow job after this,” I said in the middle of my bliss. He just laughed.

But I wasn’t kidding. I’d been wanting cock in my mouth for almost 2 weeks at that point. And I sucked it like it was the last time I’d ever get to suck cock. And Jefferson came hard; so hard. God I love that.

He calls me his orgasm cookie, you know. It’s a name he came up with awhile ago, because Jefferson doesn’t generally end up coming a lot, yet he usually does with me. I have good timing I guess.

Then he took me to lunch and fed me (thanks naked Australian girls!). He almost played match maker, wanting to pair the little old ladies on our left with the little old men on our right. It would have been quite a coupling- so many walkers!

It had only been a few days the next time I saw him, but I missed his skin no less. I had to stop myself from devouring it.

“I love you so much,” I whispered as I kissed him gently.
“You’re so good to me, baby,” he replied moving his mouth to mine.

Soon he was rock hard and fucking me. He held me close and I buried my nose in his neck inhaling his scent. Mmm, coffee. It was gentle and sweet, the way we make love. I was slightly distracted by something on my mind, so wasn’t too concerned with chasing my orgasm at first. I just wanted Jefferson close to me. He went to push up on his arms to get a different angle and I suddenly clutched him, “Don’t leave me,” running through my head. It surprised me but I brushed it aside. Jefferson’s cock had found my g-spot, so I had a new distraction.

I was noisy as I came a few times like this before pulling him to me to kiss. We fucked slowly some more before taking a cuddle break. We talked about our plans for the rest of the day- a caning, a blow job and lunch.

Before the caning, we just had to fuck some more. He had me turn over and he fucked me briefly as he smeared some lube on my ass. I moaned into the bed as he pushed into my ass and started thrusting. It took me a few minutes to adjust, but once I had, I quickly moved toward orgasm. I moved my hand between my legs and rubbed my clit quickly, bringing myself to exquisite pleasure. That’s pretty hokey, but damn it was good.

“That was fun, I wanna do that again!” I thought to myself. (No lie!)

“What was that?” he asked me.
“What do you mean ‘what was that?’”
“Did you just come from having your ass fucked? Such a slut.”

Mmm. And then I came again, rubbing my clit even harder than before. And then I kicked him off me, having reached my limit. I was face down on the bed as I heard him change condoms but moved right back into kneeling position as I saw him roll the new condom on.

“Good girl,” he said pushing into me.

My hands gripped the sheets as he fucked me hard, hitting against my g-spot over and over again making me cum countless times. When I was sticky puddle of goo, he pulled out to fetch his cane.

But there was something else I wanted.

“Fist me?” I asked him. “If we can.”
“Oh there’s no if.”

He squirted some lube in his hand and with a few fingers went straight for my g-spot. Motherfuck it was good. I was instantly wailing as he rubbed it hard and fast. I nearly lost it as he added his thumb to my clit. All of a sudden he pulled his hand out and dumped a bunch of goo from his hand onto my chest. I thought it was lube, but nuh uh, that came from me Jefferson said! I squirted and didn’t even know it. (A little anticlimactic for me, lol.)

He put his fingers back into me and added more until he had all five in up to the knuckles. I breathed hard, concentrating on relaxing and opening up as much as possible for him. I felt Jefferson push his hand in further and I started to scream as his hand made it’s way fully inside me. I’m sure the neighbors heard me. I covered my mouth as I continued to scream into it as my pussy spasmed around his cock, getting used to the intrusion. It eventually relaxed and I told to Jefferson to move his hand some, but damn my cervix kept getting in the way.

It was so intense having Jefferson in me like that. I loved it. I opened my eyes every so often to stay connected with him. He came in to give me a kiss, but it put us at an awkward angle. Eventually it was the right time for him to pull out. Coming out hurt a bunch less than going in, lol.

He came to me and kissed me deep and started to fuck me again. He held me firmly as I came a few more times.

I eventually made him stop because I had to pee. When I came back from the bathroom his cane was out and ready. I laid face down at the foot of the bed and he started with the light tapping that just sends me into my happy place. He mixed in a few stingy swats as I started to warm up. Soon there was a succession of hard snaps on my ass making me moan and writhe on the bed. As they got harder, I reached for Jefferson’s leg and wrapped my arm around it. He rubbed my hair as he landed his hardest strike making me yelp and jump.

He walked around the bed tapping me at a different angle before grabbing a pillow and dropping it in front of the chair he sat in. I got up and kneeled before him, pressing my face into his chest briefly before kissing my way down to his cock. I sucked him hard and deep making him cum in my mouth in a short amount of time.

“I like the pigtails, by the way,” Jefferson told me at one point that day.
“Thanks, Lolita liked them like that, so I thought I’d do it again.”
“Oh, are you seeing her later?”
“No, she just likes them.”

As we ate our roast duck over lunch, I said to Jefferson, “Did I ever tell you about the time I spent Christmas in Paris?”
“No, you didn’t!”
“Oh, well, I spent Christmas in Paris my freshman year of high school and we had duck for dinner. So then, did I tell you the time a fireman kissed me in Paris?”
“No, but please tell me you have pigtails in this story,” he smiled, teasing me.

We parted outside the restaurant, kissing and hugging each other goodbye for the last time this year.

Darkroom Fantasy

Derek and I were the last two left in the darkroom. Everyone has gone home, but we stayed behind working on perfecting our prints for the final project due soon. We worked silently concentrating on the images appearing in the developing trays in the center of the room. Occasionally we would offer positive comments about each other’s work.

My concentration didn’t distract though the excitement I felt being alone with him. All semester long I’d eyed him wanting nothing more than to grab his dark, shaggy hair and make out with him. Every time he smiled at me all I could think about was how much I wanted to kiss him. As the semester progressed, I even started to imagine going down on him; what his reactions would be like; how he’d feel in my mouth.

Can we say oral fixation anyone?

We passed each other dozens of times, going in and out of the darkroom to check our prints in the brighter light. Eventually with our heads down, we bumped against each other dropping our trays.

“Oops, sorry,” he apologized, bending down to pick his up.
“S’ok,” I replied, reaching to get mine.

Squatting down we looked at each other and I got goosebumps as he held the gaze for a few extra seconds. Before I could stop myself, I leaned in and kissed him right on the lips.

He pulled back, a little startled.

“Oh Go–,” but I was stopped as he kissed me back.

His hand took the back of my head guiding us to stand up. He pushed me against the wall and pressed himself close against me clasping his hands on my hips. My hands went straight to his hair, my fingers running through it, just like I had imagined all semester long.

He was such an amazing kisser. Of course he was. It was just the perfect mixture of lip and tongue action and just making out with Derek was making me so wet.

Our hips were dancing rhythmically together and I moaned as I felt him growing hard against me. I wanted that in my mouth, so badly. My hand reached for his ass, pulling him in closer to me.

Derek’s lips left mine in response, moving lower to my neck. He undid the button of my pants and slipped his hand inside, brushing softly against my clit. I moaned , squeezing his firm bicep and spreading my legs slightly for him. His hand reached further down and slipped a finger inside me. I moaned and clenched down and he slipped a second finger along side, all the while, never wavering his attention from my neck.

In that position my clit was rubbing perfectly against his palm. I was more than turned on and it wasn’t long before I was getting ready to cum.

“Harder,” I breathed in his ear.

He moaned in appreciation and got on his knees to get a better angle. He instantly hit my g-spot and I had to catch myself from screaming out.

“God, yes, right there,” I directed him.

I braced myself against the wall, my legs starting to go weak as my pussy clenched around his fingers.

“Oh God, fuck!” I whispered, trying to cum as quietly as possible. I slumped to the floor as my shaking subsided. He kissed me and fed me his fingers, fresh from my pussy, for me to lick off.

He got up and stood before me to undo his pants. He took his cock out and God it was beautiful. Tan, just like the rest of his skin, hard, and long. I got up on my knees, eager to take him in my mouth.

In one quick motion I swallowed him, all the way to the back of my throat.

“Oh shit,” he sighed, quivering.

I sucked hard on him, massaging the underside of his shaft with my tongue, and swirling the tip when I got to the top. I took long, deep strokes, pressing my nose against his pelvis taking him deep in my throat. He moaned and grunted as I blew him, leaning his weight against the wall to keep steady.

I wrapped my arms around his hips, keeping him deep in my mouth. I sucked harder, letting the spit collect, wanting to make him cum.

And soon my wish was granted.

He lightly grabbed my head as he groaned, “Shit, I’m gonna cum.”

I wrapped my lips tightly around his shaft as I felt it pulsing, shooting his cum in my mouth.

“Holy Fuck, where’d you learn to do that?”

I gave a sly grin as he helped me stand up. We started kissing again; I just couldn’t get enough of that mouth.

We could’ve gone all night, but were interrupted when we heard the door open in the classroom. We broke apart and quickly put ourselves back together, picking up our print trays to get back to work where we left off.

“You live on campus, right?” he asked me.
“Uh huh.”
“We should do this again. Soon,” he said, adjusting himself.
“Oh yeah.”

We were joined then by our classmate who failed to notice (or mention) that the darkroom now reeked of sex.

Oh..oh…oh! My orgasm- A User’s Guide.

I decided to take a moment to talk about my orgasm, which actually wasn’t even on my long list of considerations of what to write about next.

Why am I writing about my orgasm? Well, for one, it’s awesome. Not just for me either. But it’s awesome for other people too. People get off on me cuming, which gets me off, and there we just have a delicious cycle.

Also because maybe readers might be curious what it’s really like. I write about how I cum loud and hard and such, but, really, what does that mean?

(It’s also a slight refresher course for any of my lovers who may or may not know what it looks like when I’m cuming.)

Let’s start with the build up. Everything up until the big moment.

I like foreplay. Because I need to warm up before I can cum, in a purely physiological sense. Literally, I need to get the blood pumping down there. This is the state of arousal. I start to get hot, and I would assume I get flush (though I couldn’t accurately say). If I’m enjoying it, my breathing will increase, my face will be relaxed (eyes closed often) and I’ll probably be moaning in some way.

The closer to orgasm, the louder I get. If I’m kinda quiet, I’m either just far away (like we just started, or I just came and we’re starting again), or we’re fucking (or doing whatever) at a low intensity. As long as I’m not grimacing, it’s all good.

An exception to the quiet rule is if I’m being all loud and we’re really hot and heavy and all of a sudden I go silent.  What’s happening is I’m holding my breath because I’m right there and sometimes I need to concentrate to get over the edge. If this happens- DO NOT STOP. Fuck me harder if you can.

Aside from sound, which is really the biggest indication of my impending orgasm (and the orgasm for that matter), there are some physical signs you can look for: curling toes. Like seriously. I get cramps in them sometimes because I’ll scrunch them so tight.

Stiffer muscles as I start to tense up.

If you’re in me, you may feel me clamp down. Contrary to popular belief, this initial clamping isn’t the actual event. It’s a precursor.

Depending on my mood I may or may not rub my clit. Don’t rely on this as a sign though. Sometimes I do it just cause it feels nice. Hehe.

I may or may not sweat as well. I don’t usually.

But here we are, I’m moaning, my skin is flush, I’m breathing heavy, my hands are gripping the sheets as I tense up, and I probably have a look of concentration on my face as I’m reaching for it- I’m right fucking there.

And here is a important piece of advice for you- do not stop what ever it is you are doing. Do not change anything about it. I hesitate to advise going faster/harder. The change of rhythm can sometimes fuck it up. But you could: pinch my nipples, squeeze my neck, slap me, pull my hair (if the moment inspires such actions). But only do it if you don’t have to change anything! Don’t change the speed, don’t change the angle- nothing!

And all of this brings us to the big moment. What we’ve been waiting the past possible 5-15 minutes for.  My orgasm

What it looks like?  A change in my vocals. It’s often louder, but it’s also slightly different, something picked up on with repetition. But it’s usually a mixture of more gutteral sounds (groans) as well as higher pitched moans. Expletives might make their way out as well (Fuck and God are the main ones).

And now is when I’ll really start to squirm. I like to arch my back. It’s like muscle memory for me. If I can’t arch my back properly, my orgasm isn’t always quite as satisfying (one reason I prefer not to cum when I’m standing).

I’ll either clutch at the bed or you, which ever is with in reach. I apologize if my nails dig into you.

If you’re in me, you may feel me clench down harder, and in a sort of pulsating way. Bingo, that’s the spot.

Here’s another tip- if you can, for the love of God, keep going! Unless I’m kicking you off, it would be wise for you to continue what ever delicious thing it is you’re doing to me. For one, you’re less likely to stunt my orgasm. Instead you can prolong it! And, if you keep going long enough, you can get me to cum again!

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I am known to be quite multi-orgasmic.

Let me bring up the g-spot clause at this point- things work slightly different when we’re dealing with my g-spot. The time line is more condensed and the signs are generally more intense.

Probably the number one key point to know is g-spot=loud. Plain and simple. From the first moment your finger or dick or whatever hits it, I’m going to be letting you know just how much I’m enjoying it (hint: it’s a lot!). With g-spot stimulation, it could take as little as 5 minutes to get me to orgasm. Hot, right?

Another key point is to absolutely keep going. It’s more of a necessity than a suggestion, here, as opposed to non g-spot play.  I’m likely to be a little bummed if you stop after the first one.

A second clause to consider is the fisting clause. Because that’s happening a lot more for me these days. Yay!

When you’re fist is fully in me (and this is easier for girls, or smaller handed people in general), I may tell you to twist it to hit my g-spot. This is just the ultimate of ecstasy for me. All that is needed is a gentle “knocking” motion and you’re really good to go. I’m probably going to be pretty vocal through this. Maybe a little quiet in the beginning as I adjust to the feeling, but after that it’s advisable to keep a pillow near by. Just in case. Because it’s quite likely I’m going to scream as I cum. And I mean that in the purest sense of the word.

Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

If I’m face down, I usually aim to scream into the bed. But if I’m face up, I might need a little assistance. A hand works well usually. So, if disturbing neighbors is a concern, take note!

It’s important that you follow any direction I give you during fisting.  Generally, that big screaming orgasm is all I can do, so I’m probably going to want to hop off your hand when I’m done.  If I’m saying let’s keep going though, and I haven’t crushed your hand (sorry Wendy!), by all means, keep going!

The third clause to take note of is the anal orgasm clause.

Chances are high that I’ll be fingering my clit to get me off.

Chances are even better that once I cum, I’m gonna want you out of my ass.

There you are, folks.  A user’s guide to my orgasm.  Use it to your (and ultimately mine) advantage!

My Big Comeback

And so we begin our stories first on Thursday night, before getting to camp.

I stopped going to the orgies this summer, starting with the night I broke up with Jefferson in June. I had previously been losing interest in them, and found that during the summer, it wasn’t that big of a deal to not go.

Except, I did miss my orgy friends.

When Jefferson mentioned Sinclair might be at September’s gathering, I immediately switched from “entertaining the possibility of going” to “possibly going.” As fate had it though, the orgy got moved a few nights later, so a lot of people couldn’t make it (you’ll come in October, right Sinclair?).

Even though the orgy tacked on another sleep-deprived night onto my weekend of debauchery, I really thought it was a great way to kick things off and get back into the swing of things.

I drove into the city, my car packed with things for camp, and found a spot a few blocks from Jefferson’s. I wasn’t planning on staying too late as I had to drive to my beach house still and pick up things there before heading down to Maryland.

When I arrived at Jefferson’s, I made my rounds of hugging all my girls hello (Wendy, Callie, Cody, and Lily), whom I hadn’t seen in months! I got caught up in girl talk for the first part of the evening. There was gossip time to be made up for, but even with that, I was in such a good mood, I wasn’t into as much (and boy do I love juicy gossip!).

A few more people came that evening, but it was still small and intimate; just the way I like it.

I smiled when Boymeat arrived. I’ve seen him a couple times at various events over the year, but never really got a chance to talk to him. He intrigued me though. And plus, he’s cute!

The evening got a little sidetracked with making some daisy dukes for Jefferson to wear at camp. After destroying the 1st pair of jeans, the girls finally got it right the second time.

During which, there was some coy flirting going on between me and Boymeat. I don’t even know what color my cheeks must have turned.

I have a habit of fidgeting with my buttons or belt buckles, and I guess I was doing it a lot that night because as one point he says to me, “You keep teasing looking like you’re going to undress.”

I blushed and glanced at the ground, taking my hands off my belt buckle.

I should’ve just undressed right then, but I got all flustered and shy! (Really Marcus, I am shy!)

It wasn’t long though before I was undressed as my ass became a target for a coin toss (really, should I even go into it?).

With people getting in various states of undress, the party finally moved to the bedroom (it was already like 10pm- we couldn’t wait any longer for Mark to arrive!).

A cute new couple jumped right in, and that was fun to see. Wendy had brought her ex, Franklin, and Callie had brought her friend, Sarah, and the two just hit it off immediately. It was sweet.

Wendy and I decided to have a preliminary BJ contest, with Donny being the judge.

Except, in natural Donny style, he was, well, a douche.

So much, that we won’t get into it.

But after sucking him off a bit, he was all into me, but I wasn’t feeling it so much. Sure he’s got a nice body, but God, someone take that boy’s talking tokens away for the Love of God!

What I really wanted was to play with Boymeat!

But put 2 shy people who are into each other together and…

Luckily, Jefferson made the 1st move for me! Lol. He suggested I do some more practice on Boymeat and I happily agreed. As did Boymeat.

He was sitting in one of the sex chairs and I knelt in front of him and took his cock in his mouth. As I was getting started he leaned forward as said if I did a good job, he’d cane me.

I looked up at him and glowed with excitement.

“Jefferson!” I called to him. “Did you hear what he just said?!”
“No, what?”
“He said he’ll cane me if I do a good job!”
“I guess it’s your lucky day!”

With a big grin on my face I turned back to Boymeat and resumed my cock sucking.

His hands grabbed my hair and I moaned as he tugged just so. And I gave him my Jersey best (which, is coincidentally the best!).

After a bit, he pulled on my hair and switched positions with me. He sat me on the chair and knelt down to lick my clit and started slapping my pussy. It’s not something I’ve ever experienced before really, and I yelped and moaned as I got used to the feeling.

He growled at me, “Let it go!” as I moaned.

Fuck, that was hot.

He stood back up and fed me his cock again, his hand still firm in my hair. He was deep in my mouth as I sucked him firmly.

“Where should I cum?” he asked as he pulled out.
“On my chest,” I offered to him.

With a few jerks of his hand, Boymeat came spilling onto me, yet not quite my chest.

“And by chest you meant back and shoulder right?” he laughed.
“Yes of course.”

He grabbed me a washcloth from the bathroom and I cleaned myself up.

I was satisfied. I love making guys cum.

Next I fucked Donny. He was rude and I so felt like putting him in his place.

I fucked him pretty good. I topped him as much as he’d let me (enough to satisfy me really). And then I relaxed as Jefferson took over.

As we do, we soon turned to kink. Tilda had stumbled in tipsy from Cosmos and after a nice sound fucking from Jefferson, started getting flogged by Boymeat. And God that’s so hot to watch.

(Quick aside, Tilda is a sweet, beautiful lady I met at Floating World during Jefferson’s G-spot class. And I totally got to fuck her!)

The floggings continued as Wendy practiced on Donny, but he called uncle when Boymeat took over. Wuss.

(Yes, Wendy, I know I’m the pot calling the kettle black right now.)

I went down on Boymeat again and got to make him a cum a second time, after which he thought he should probably head home. I offered to take rain check on the caning, but he didn’t mind delaying his departure a little bit longer for that.

“Is it going to hurt?” I wondered.

You know me and canes. I love ‘em, but I hate ‘em at the same time.

“It doesn’t have to. I can do sensual.”

Phew.

Space was made for us on the bed as I laid face down and he laid on his side next to me.

He placed his hand lightly on my back and started nice and easy; a firm, steady rhythm to get me into that lovely head space. I sighed and smiled as I warmth spread through my ass.

I forget who in the room said it, but they thought it must be hurting. (Was it Callie?)

Oh no. “It’s yummy,” I told them.

I felt the strength of the strike increase ever so slightly, but it just got better and better.

One of my camp fantasies was to cum from a flogging or caning. I knew it was achievable because as Zelda was flogging me Sunday night of Floating World, I felt myself almost get there.

And there with Boymeat I felt myself going there again. And he knew it too. My breath got faster and more shallow. My ass wiggled, raising to meet the cane. My hands gripped the sheets as I squeezed my cunt muscles, bringing myself to the edge.

My back arched as I started to cum.

Boymeat hit me harder at a faster pace. “That’s it, fucking cum,” I heard him over my moans.

My hips fell to the bed as my orgasm subsided.

“Holy shit,” I panted, my eyes still shut tight. “Oh my God. Marry me?” I said turning to Boymeat.

He laughed, “I’ve never gotten that response before.”
“Seriously, you can do that anytime you want.”

He smiled as I kissed him thank you.

He got up to start getting to leave and I went to find Jefferson.

“Jefferson! You missed it!”
“What? What’d I miss?”
“Boymeat just made me cum- from a caning!”
“Wow that’s awesome!”
“Mmhmm…so you know, it’s getting kinda late- wanna fuck before I head out?”
“Sure baby.”

He followed me into the bedroom and climbed on the bed with me. As we kissed, we were joined by Mark. We love sharing a bed with Mark. He’s so dreamy! We cuddled with him for a bit (a constant theme for the weekend) before resuming our path to fucking.

Don’t feel bad for Mark though being left out! He quickly found himself having fun with Tilda next to us.

Jefferson and I kissed only briefly before he grabbed for a condom and positioned me on my back.

We fucked deliciously; my moans mixed in with squeals of delight coming from Tilda who was being attended to by Mark and Wendy.

I came a few times with Jefferson’s cock inside me, and again as it was replaced with his fingers.

I’m really such a cum slut.

My body was in the throes of pleasure (too much vamping it up?) as Jefferson fucked me hard with his fingers. Callie joined in and nibbled on my arm and played with my nipples. Wendy found a spot and started fingering my clit for me.

How awesome is it that I got to have 3 people hovering over me working on my pleasure?

Jefferson worked more and more fingers in me and I got louder and louder as his hand filled me. Wendy’s hand covered my mouth to drown my moans. Soon his fist was in me. I could feel it (and maybe he told me). Almost instantly I came, hard, letting go a blood curdling scream into Wendy’s hand. My body tensed and shook as my orgasm took over (wait, can it tense and shake at the same time?).

Jefferson tried to get his hand in a bit further, to the narrower part of the wrist, but I couldn’t take it. I yelped in pain and backed away.

One day, man. One day I’ll get a guy’s fist all the way in!

That was so freaking hot, really. But damn, what were we thinking fisting me right before camp?! Oww!

Again, more cuddling with me, Wendy, and Sarah as Jefferson ordered us a pizza.

Next time we’ll have to get 2 pies.

I would’ve left then, had pizza not been ordered. I just can’t say no to pizza. And holy crap that was good pizza! All the remnant party goers found beds to crash in somewhere after 3. I crashed on the couch, my alarm set for 6:40- just enough time to get up and get my car before the 7am parking time was up.

I stumbled to my car, running on only a few hours sleep and hoped the can of coke and the adrenaline of the arrival of camp would fuel me down to Maryland.

An hour and a half later, after making a pit stop at my beach house to grab some last minute camp supplies (like my toy bag!) I was asleep again in my bed to catch some more zzz’s.

I woke up, grabbed some diet coke and made my way to camp…

He Took My Panties!

So Saturday was my 20th birthday. Aside from the crappy weather, those 3 hours I spent with Jefferson made this the best birthday ever.

Oh yeah, I met Jefferson Saturday. I’m sure you know him- he’s practically famous in the blogging world. And in the sex world. And if you don’t know him, you should.

So a few months ago I started reading blogs. After much link following I found Jefferson’s blog. Well I was hooked from the beginning. I knew I had to get in on this kinda action- but it took me weeks to get the courage. When he got on myspace, I added him as a friend, to break the ice. And as they say, the rest is history….

But that doesn’t make for an interesting story, lol. We e-mailed back in forth and found out we had so much in common- we both liked to have a lot of sex, he like to whip girls and I liked being whipped, he likes to tie em up, and I love being tied. How perfect is that? It was decided that on my birthday, I was his. And we only had a week to wait, but it was the longest wait of my life. And the back and forth e-mails and my writing him fantasy stories made me that much more on edge. Saturday could just not come soon enough.

And then it arrives. I woke up already excited because it was my birthday, but even more so because I was finally getting to meet Jefferson. I was supposed to go after lacrosse practice, but the rain canceled it, so even better I got to go straight to him.

Driving into the city (yes, I drove in the city! Can you believe it??!!) I wasn’t sure if I was more nervous that I was driving in the city or if I was just excited I was on my way to have some totally amazing sex. Probably both.

I parked my car in a garage since I wasn’t willing to walk to far in the cold rain, and rounded the corner to Jefferson’s building. In the entry way I dialed the numbers to have him buzz me in- and I paused for a few seconds before hitting the 3rd number to take a deep breath.

“Go right until you hit the elevator and take it up” I heard him say on the line, and walked through the doors as they buzzed open. As I walked to the elevator and took it up to Jefferson’s door, I thought about all Jefferson’s lovers that have traveled the same path, and that soon this would become so familiar to me.

There it was. I was finally there. With my hand poised to knock I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to will my heart to not beat out of my chest. I knock on the door and wait. The door slowly opens and his face appears smiling. I come in and look around, replacing the image I formed in my head with the real thing, then Jefferson takes my coat and purse and grabs me and kisses me.

And then I melt. I’m putty in his hands, ready to be molded how ever he wants.

Take off your shirt he whispers in my ear.
I’m wearing 2 I reply.
We’ll take it one by one then.
I take off my shirt and he flings it behind him and returns to kissing me.
This shirt too, take it off he commands.
I pull it over my head and drop it on the floor. And he returns again to kissing me.
Now your pants and shoes.
I step out of my shoes and pull of my pants. There I am standing in Jefferson’s livingroom clad only in my black lace underwear.
Close your eyes. I want to look at you

I shut my eyes and listen as I hear him walk around me. He comes behind me, presses his body against mine, wraps his arms around me, and rubs his hands over the front of my body. Then his hands go into my panties and he pulls them over my hips and down my legs.

He walks back in front of me and says Get on your knees. And keep your eyes closed. I’m going to give you my cock, but you’re first experience won’t include seeing it. I want you to just taste it, smell it, and feel it in your mouth.

I obediently kneel and wait. I hear him unzip his pants and I open my mouth ready to taste his cock for the first time. He places his cock on my lips and I take him in my mouth. I’m in heaven. I run my tongue along his cock as he gently thrusts in and out of my mouth.

He pulls out and I hear him zip up his pants. He squats in front of me, says into my ear, You did good.

He places his fingers in my mouth and I lightly suck on them.
On your hands and knees, I want you to follow me he says and guides me with his fingers still in my mouth back to his bedroom.
I crawl along, feeling the hard, cool floor on my palms and knees, and noticing the pattern of it. We stopped in front of my bed and wait for instruction.
Climb up on the bed.
I climb up and lay back. I sink into the bed and feel the softness of the comforter brush against my naked skin.

Jefferson lays down next to me and we embrace, kissing, and exlporing eachother’s bodies with our hands like the new lovers we are. The heat and excitement builds between us.

Is it alright if I tie you up now?
Yes I answer hoarsely.
Good he answers as he throws the pillows on the floor and grabs for the ropes behind the bed. He takes my right wrist in his hand and wraps the rope around it and ties a few simple knots. Then he moves and does the same to my left wrist.
Lose knots for our first date Jefferson explains to me.
I nod my head, but I already know this from reading his blog.
When he finishes tying my left wrist, my eyes follow him as he reaches into his bedside table drawer and pulls out a pair of clothes pins. My eyes light up like a kid on Christmas morning.
Do you mind clothes pins?
I shake my head no. I watch him closely as he places them on each of my erect nipples. I don’t even flinch or wince, as my nipples have grown accustomed to the feeling.

Jefferson bends down over me and bites down on the underneath part of my breast. He moves down my stomach leaving a trail of bite marks eliciting moans and grunts from me. Then he moves to the bottom of the bed, spread my legs apart, and taking my clit into his mouth. Jefferson takes his time working my clit and slipped two fingers in my pussy producing a feeling I have never, ever felt before. The g-spot does exist! I’m squirming and moaning under Jefferson, my body coming close to sensory overload with my nipples starting to heat up from the clamps, and intense pleasure Jefferson’s producing from my pussy.

He gets up and stands at the foot of the bed. His eyes are on me, and mine on him, as he undresses and slips a condom on his hard cock.
I’m going to fuck you now he tells me.

I watch him as he climbs on the bed and positions himself over me. I look down and see him slip in me, moaning as I feel his cock fill my pussy for the first time. I pull on my bindings lightly, wishing I could feel Jefferson and wrap my arms around him. Instead I look at him up and down taking his skin in through my eyes. He’s fair, like me, and as I learn later, his skin is soft and silky. My eyes move down his body and I watch as his cock moves in and out of me.

I close my eyes, feeling his cock pumping, moving my hips to match his rhythm, and feeling my nipples tingling and heating up more.

These are going to have to come off soon I think to myself.
Not now, I can take more, but in a bit I tell myself, knowing I’m gonna push myself as far as I can go today.

Jefferson’s speed starts to increase, and my moans get louder, and my breathing faster. He takes my legs and pushes them back, then ties them back at the ankle with the rope holding my wrists. Faster and harder he goes, watching me, watching my face, pulling moans and grunts deep from my lungs. The pain in my nipples starts to overshadow the pleasure from being fucked, they feel like they’re on fire. But I hold out for longer still.

Slap! I feel Jefferson’s hand across my right cheek and jaw. I feel the heat immediately. Had it been anyone else other than Jefferson that did that, I might have said something, but with him, oh man with him I just wanted more.

His hand goes over my throat and restricts my breathing slightly. Anything he wants is his. He backs his hand off and I breath in deep.
What are you thinking? Tell me what’s on your mind Jefferson asks.
I pause momentarily, finding breath to speak My nipples are on fire I forcefully whisper.
Can you feel my cock in your hot pussy?
I nod my head yes, but it’s my nipples that a drawing all my attention and concentration. I bite my tongue waiting still to say anything. Pushing it, 10 more seconds, 2o more, 30 more…I can’t take it anymore, I feel like they’re going to explode.
My nipples…I can’t… I muster, forcing out the words past the haze I’m in from the searing pain and hard fucking I’m taking.

Jefferson stops fucking me, and I watch as he places his fingers on each pin, ready to unclamp them. I clench my jaw waiting for the pain I’ll feel as the blood rushes back into my already aching nipples. 1, 2, 3, and Jefferson’s taken them off. I let out a small cry and arch my back, thrusting my chest up as the pain peaks and falls to a hot, but less intense ache. He goes back to fucking me, thrusting steadily in and out.

But within seconds Jefferson takes my breast in his hand and flicks at my nipple making my body jump and I cry out louder. His mouth moves and takes my nipple in his mouth sucking and biting on it. The fire was back and I writhed underneath him and screamed from the pain. He fucked me faster and slapped my mouth hard, for being too loud I’m sure, but I can’t keep quiet the pain had just completely taken over my brain. My eyes are clenched shut with a white haze under my eye lids, my face is twisted in pain, and my mind is blank, overloaded from the torture on my nipples. Jefferson covers my mouth to muffle the sound. The pain contintues to increase as it travels from my nipple through my whole body. I scream louder into Jefferson’s palm. Jefferson slaps my mouth again before covering it back up.

My body shakes and I dry sobs escape from my throat.
You sound like you’re going to cry I hear from far away. I breathe in as Jefferson takes his mouth off my one nipple, then scream again as he takes the other one back in his mouth. There are no tears, and none even forming, but sobs break their way in between screams.

I have never experienced any kind of pain like this. I had a bruise on my shin after a car accident that when touched would make me lose my breath and see starts, but now that wasn’t even 1/100th of the pain I was feeling then. Didn’t compare in length of time of feeling it, in intensity, and certainly not in my willingness to endure it.

I had never felt this kind of submission before either. I had been experimenting in submission for nearly two years, but knew I wasn’t submitting fully. The first few times I played with Rick, the fellow who would occasionaly bind me, I let myself test my limits, but I was never all that attracted to him and wasn’t overly concerned about pleasing him. I wanted it to be about me and I had no problem trying to manipulate him to get what I wanted.

I was cheating myself though too. I wanted to submit. I wanted to go as far as I could, then take one more step for “him” (Him being whoever it was I trusted to take me there). And I found that in Jefferson. Reading his and his friends’ blogs I saw how much they all trusted and respected him. Everyone seemed to automatically defer to his authority. And I could see the trust respect people had for him was earned and well deserved. And Jefferson gave it back out where it was due. He never broke a limit or crossed a boundry. I could see it was important to keep people’s trust and respect.

Without ever meeting him, I trusted him and respected his dominance and authority. I was comfortable enough to share my secret desires and hidden secrets. I wrote about my fantasies of submitting, being bound, fucked, and beaten, and wanting to feel safe and guided through it all. I shared the story of the first time I was with a girl and how it’s her I still picture in my girl/girl fantasies. I revealed about my growing desire to see two men together, and I opened up about my newest curiousity to dominate a man.

And I let him in my my most guarded sex secret: I have never cum with a man. Not once. Not even a tiny one. Well, alright, maybe a few slight shudders, but nothing deemed worthy of being called an orgasm. I could only produce them at home with a vibrator. I was used to the quick fix I got from using a vibrator. It was fast, usually producing an orgasm in 5 minutes or less, and on occasion, even under a minute. The orgasms are great- very intense, and it is nice not spending forever to get them. But it was only about cumming for me. It wasn’t about feeling good even. That’s what sex was for.

Sex felt good- hands on my body, kisses on my mouth, and a cock filling my pussy… I stopped caring early on that I wasn’t cumming. I learned that if I worried about cumming, it would spoil the whole experience. It’s gotten to the point where I even get close to cumming, I reach a peak, but can’t get past it to cum. With each new lover, I’ve thought about telling them I can’t cum, thinking they’re someone who can help me find it, but usually do to a lack of emotional intimacy between us, I hold back. I’ll get to my peak (or when I’m tired) and let out a cry satisfying my partner’s want for me to cum, and then concentrating on drawing out their orgasm. So while I wouldn’t get an orgasmic release, even though it was something I wanted to experience with a partner, my constant hunger for physical intimacy was temporarily relieved.

But I told Jefferson. We had that emotional intimacy. Even after only a few days of talking. I knew he would have enough patience, stamina, and skill to help me find my orgasm. I didn’t know if I’d be able to do it the first time we got together, but I was confident he wouldn’t give up on me. Boy I think it’s good he didn’t know how much pressure was on him for when we met, lol. But I wanted to give him my orgasm. And I’m guessing he wanted just as badly, maybe even more, to give me my orgasm.

But now, back to the action, that was a long enough aside, so where was I? Ah yes- the excrutiating pain in my nipples. The seconds felt like hours. I didn’t know if would ever stop. But that was OK, I was Jefferson’s to use as he wanted. It hurt like an SOB, but asking to stop never occured to me. There weren’t any words in my head. But saying stop wasn’t even an option in my mind. I was straddling my limit, but intent to stay there until Jefferson decided it was enough. Standing on the edge for what seemed like an eternity, Jefferson finally releases my nipple. Relief comes quickly and my lungs expand finding breath.

Jefferson slows down his thrusting as I catch my breath.
Do you need a break? He asks me.
No, I’m OK.
He stays with me, making love to me slowly. My body relaxes into the easy pace. After awhile he pulls out and moves, pulls off his condom and takes a bottle of lube from the bedside drawer.
I want to finger you for a bit now.
He squirts some lube into his hand and rubs in into my pussy, gently inserting two fingers. Pumping them in and out he curls his fingers, hitting that sweet spot again and again. I feel as Jefferson places another finger in me, filling me up.

He pumps deep into me and puts his hand on my lower abdomen and presses down firmly. I can’t say why it works, but it makes me moan even louder (and makes me have to pee, but I’m tied up with a few fingers in my pussy, not the best time to want a bathroom break, lol). Jefferson stays fixed on my g-spot. I can feel my pussy getting hot and swelling up, my pussy feels so full, maybe he even has 4 fingers in me.

My body is just on auto-pilot. My breathing is fast and shallow, I’m squirming, fighting against my bindings, moaning, groaning, and grunting as Jefferson manipulates my pussy. I really can’t describe the feeling. It’s unlike anything else in the world. The warmth and pleasure just radiates through my body taking over, driving me crazy, like a wild animal. It sounds kinda corny, but that’s what it’s like.

After a thorough work out on my g-spot, he pulls out slowly and gently unties the bindings from my ankles and wrists while I catch my breath.

Are you thirsty? Do you need some water?
Yes, I’d love that.
He goes to the kitchen to get the water, and I relax, looking around the room, reading some titles from the books on his shelves, and taking in the city view in his window. Jefferson returns with 2 glasses in his hand. He puts one down on the bedstand close to him, and the other by me.
That one’s for you. He indicates.
Thank you I say turning and reaching for it. My mouth is so parched and the water tastes so good. I set the glass down on the table and turn back to Jefferson.

We lay still for a bit, quietly resting, my hand nestled in his. I try and fight the sleep but ultimately can’t help drifting in and out of a light sleep. I feel a finger brush lightly over a nipple making me flinch and waking me up.

You’re going to have to leave in a half hour, so what would you like to do until then? Jefferson asks me.
I think about it for a second, but nothing specific comes to mind. Anything you want is fine with me.
I’ll fuck you for awhile then he says pulling out a condom and rolling it on.
He’s about to push inside me when the phone rings.
Sorry, this is so rude… he says before answering.
It’s OK I say and grab for another sip of water.

Yeah, she’s right here… She does anything I want….You might just meet her…OK, see you in a bit.
That was my friend Meg, she’s staying with me for the weekend, and was very nice to vacate the apartment for a bit so I could meet you. You read her blog?
Yeah, I read all of ‘em
Well she’s on her way back, so if you’re not up for meeting her you can run now, or just think it over as I fuck you…. from the other room he says as he runs out of the room for a second (unlocking the door I’m guessing)
I wasn’t in the mood to go anywhere, I was having such an amazing time, and besides, it’d be cool to meet another author of a blog I read all the time.

Jefferson comes back in and starts fucking me again. I think it’s a given I have no interest in leaving. He fucks me hard from the start.
Your pussy feels so tight and swollen from so much fucking he says.
I muster a nod, acknowledging what he said.
Jefferson grabs my wrists and pins them down to the bed by my shoulders. I squirm a bit and his grip tightens. Good. We keep fucking, his thrusts hard and deep. Then he grabs my legs lifting them up on his shoulders, raising my hips off the bed.
Am I hitting the same spot as before with my fingers?
Unh, yeah… I say as you pin my arms back down.
In and out, in and out he’s fucking me, never missing a beat, and I lose myself in the rhythm. One hand releases and arm and goes to my throat, tightening around it cutting off my air. I struggle, feeling the blood rushing into my head. He loosens his grip and I gulp in a few breaths of air before he tightens again. He lets go again and moves his hand back to my arm.

I feel the familiar tingling that sometimes happens when I have really intense sex, and it’s spreading to all my extremities. It starts in my fingers, through my hand and moves to my toes. Then it surges back up to my face, finding a place in my cheeks, nose, and tip of my tongue. Jefferson keeps fucking me harder and harder. Soon I hear Meg come in the apartment, and I get even more turned on knowing someone’s out there and can hear us. So I moan a little louder, lol.

The tension and heat keeps rising in my pussy, coming close to what in a normal person would be an orgasm. This is the peak where I usually let out the fake cry and move on, but I won’t do it with Jefferson. I just have to try harder.

My hands clench into fists and pound the bed in frustration. Come on, come on, come on, Fucking cum! What is wrong with me?? Why am I so deffective? I argue in my head. I try and focus on everything I’m feeling. I focus on Jefferson’s cock fucking my pussy, his hands clenched on my arms, the tingling taking over, paralyzing my hands and toes, words becoming harder to form in my head, nearly impossible to speak.

Talk to me- what’s going on? Jefferson inquires.
I can’t cum I force out. I want to, but I can’t.
You’re close though aren’t you?
Yeah.
It’s OK, I’m not going anywhere, I’m not cumming tonight.
Ok, ok…

Jefferson keeps fucking me at maxium intensity. The tension keeps rising.
I’m right there I say in frustration.
Come on, come on, come on I tell myself.
Come on, come on, come on I hear Jefferson mutter.
I need my clit fingered for there to be any chance of an orgasm. I try to tell Jefferson, but I can’t speak. I can only get the F out.
Fh…fh……fh…finger…..finger my clit I force out.
Jefferson moves a hand to my clit and starts rubbing it.
Harder… I ask and he puts more pressure on it.
Faster I say, but he takes my hand and replaces his.
Here, do it…if you give me what I want, I’ll beat your ass good.

I regain control of my hand and as fast and hard as I can, work to coax the orgasm out of me. I’m focusing so hard I even stop breathing. I push my body further and further…and then I feel it- my pussy clamps down on Jefferson’s cock and starts pulsing, the orgasm spreading through my body. I gasp and moan feeling the warmth spread, peak, and now start to subside.

I’m laying on the bed, eyes still shut, panting, stunned from disbelief.
Did we get it? Jefferson asks.
I nod slowly, Uh huh I say smiling.
We lay still for a bit regaining a bit of energy.
I think it’s time for your birthday spanks…
20?
And one more to grow into…Mind if we invite Meg to watch? It’d be rude not too…
Yeah, sure, tell her to come in. I feel bad she’s been out there waiting.

Oh Meg! Jefferson calls into the other room
Yes? I hear her reply.
Would you like to watch me beat Avah’s ass?
Yes! I’d love to!
She walks in the room and I meet another stranger behind a blog. She’s nothing really what I pictured. I always saw her as a brunette , yet I was now meeting a red-head!

After the introductions Jefferson tells me to turn over. My body’s so exhausted it’s a struggle to turn onto my stomach.
Is that how you present yourself? On your knees! And where’s the audience? Jefferson says to me.
I get up on my knees and turn until I fnally face the right direction. I’m so buzzed I can’t really think straight.
See what I have to work with? Jefferson jokes. And spread your feet, Meg likes a nice pussy shot.
I spread my knees further and wait quietly.

Jefferson starts on my ass with his hand, warming it up with easy smacks. He picks up a whip and works it over my ass and back. I take it quietly, breathing steady as I feel the intensity slowly rise. I’m focused on taking as much as I can today, and I know I still have a ways to go so far.

He moves by my head and brings the whip down on my shoulders.
This is the cat-o-nine he informs me. Ever have this used on you before?
No I say, shaking my head. I’m breathing through the warmth spreading over my skin.
Jefferson picks up another tool and lands it on my ass. I jerk from the impact.
This is a slapper. It tends to leave marks.
I nod my head, knowing from past experience. This one always smarts. He spends a good amount of time with this one. He brings it down hard against my ass producing louder moans and making my body jump. My ass gets hotter and hotter, my breathing quickens, and I feel my skin getting damp from sweat. Jefferson pauses and runs his hands lightly over my ass, but I flinch and pull away when he goes over an ultra-sensitive spot. My legs shake slightly underneath me. Come one Avah, keep going, you’re doing good, you’ve got so much more in you I say to myself.
Then Jefferson grabs something else and runs it along my back. I can feel it’s a crop.
This is a crop he tells me. He takes a few swats with it, landing one in the crack of my ass, making me yelp.
Oh that did sting, didn’t it? He swats a few more times, making them harder than the last one. Then he drops it and grabs something else.
Do you like canes? he asks me.
I’ve never done it before.
It makes a sharp sting. Here, this is what it looks like. He says slowing me as I pick my head up to see it. Oh my god.
Jefferson taps the cane lightly on my shoulders and ass showing me how it feels.
I think it’s time for your 21 swats now.
Ooh, Jefferson, think we should make her count? Meg suggests.
Excellent idea! Avah- can you count for us?
Ok I say meekly.
What was that?
Ok, I say a bit louder.
We’re a bit hard of hearing back here…
Yes! I respond even louder.
Good, that’s better.

Smack! One!
Smack! Two!
Smack! Three!
Smack! Four! I cry out each time into the bed.
Smack! Five! I scream and recoil away.
Jefferson gives me a few seconds to recover before continuing…
The next set comes making me cry out louder, sweating more, and squirming with each swat.
Smack! Ahhhhgh! Thirteen!! Wretched unlucky 13. The swats getting much harder and more difficult to bear.
Fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, all come down harder than the last making me scream into the bed and producing more dry sobs like before.
You can cry if you want. Jefferson offers.
After 17 comes down, Jefferson asks How old were you when you lost your virginity?
17
Smack! 18?
No, no, that was part of 17.
I groan. But we’re almost at 21. So close.
Smack! 18!
Smack! 19!
Then I feel a light smack come down. I pause, not sure what to do. Did you want me to count that?
Uh, no, it’s hard, I’m trying to avoid that tender spot and but not concentrate on one area too much.
Smack! Ahhh mother fucker!!…20!! I cry out, covering my head with my hands. Last one.
Smack! Ugh!! 21!!! I cry as the last one lands firmly across both cheeks.

Jefferson drops the cane and tends to my ass, but I pull away, it being too tender for even the slightest touch. I relax on the bed for awhile, exhausted, and trying to get energy to get up and leave. I eventually muster up the strength and make my way to the bathroom to finally pee after 3 hours, and try and fix the mess that took over my hair. I see my ass in the mirror and let out and astonished cry. It’s bright red and covered in welts and bruises. Not to mention it’s on fire.

You could fry an egg on that ass Jefferson points out. Then he tells me to grab my clothes and bring them into the bedroom to get dressed. I go and gather my clothes and bring them to the room with me. I pull on my tank top and take my panties, turning them right side out, when Jefferson swipes them out of my hands!
You’ll have to come back and get these later.
You’re taking my panties? I love those though!
You’ll get ‘em back!
But, but, you’re taking my panties?
Come here…
No, no, that’s ok, you can have them.
Oooh, raw denim rubbing against your ass, that’s gonna hurt Meg points out.
And they’re snug too Jefferson adds.
Oh man I groan. I stare at my pants, looking for the courage to put them on.
I take a deep breath, grab them, and slip them on up to just underneath my ass. I pause before pulling them all the way up. I slide them over my ass and wince in pain. Alright, not so bad, but then again, I’m not sitting yet.

I finish dressing then Meg and I say our goodbyes. Jefferson dresses and walks me to the door. He helps me with my coat and we kiss goodbye, both already waiting for the next time we can see eachother. I walk to the elevator on weak legs, drunk from an earthshattering afternoon. As I wait for the elevator, I pull my hair up into a bun, trying to disguise the look of sex. I step into the elevator and swear the smell of sex fills it, and I’m convinced everyone knows. I smile to myself about my secret. I walk back to my car, thinking about the events that just happened, and already looking ahead to when I can see Jefferson again.