Life, Love, Sex

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.

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…