So here we are in April, 2008. Two years since starting this blog. I’m not even sure what to say. (I know, me not knowing what to say…)

So much has happened in my life these past 2 years- it’s hard to take it all in. So many firsts, friends, tears and laughs. Stories upon stories- some told here, some tucked away to maybe be told one day.

Along with the 2 year anniversary of the blog, I also celebrate the 2 year mark of my relationship with Jefferson, who has often played an integral part in the stories told here. Both directly and indirectly.

He was there when I started my 20s as a shyer, quieter girl; already secure in my sexuality, but looking to take it a step farther. And another step farther.

Oh and a few more for good measure.

It’s funny because now I feel like the baby bird who’s started to fly.

For awhile I was dependent on Jefferson to feel safe and secure exploring different sexual avenues. I held his hand tightly as he guided me through orgies, sex show, kink, and sex conventions.

He was my pioneer that would go off and explore and report back, taking me along on his next journey.

But I do well now standing on my own two feet. I navigate orgies just swell (even helping to throw one together last minute)- I survived Winter Fire mostly unscathed (mostly) with him 250 miles away and no where in sight.

Yes we’ve had our ups and downs (and my were some of them intense) but I will always (I hope at least) treasure our relationship and be thankful for how much I’ve grown because of my relationship with him.

I’m actually not terribly interested in being so retrospective and  nostalgic, but I suppose it’s hard to avoid in these kinds of circumstances.

Jefferson said something really great the other week.  I told him how I wished we could go back in time to the fall where we were really solid and happy (considering all the conflict we’ve been having the past few months) but that people were saying it’s not good to wish to go back when it can’t happen.  But Jefferson said that when you have a good thing, you don’t necessarily have to go back, but if it’s good enough, it can carry forward.  I thought that was quite touching.

So here’s to looking forward.

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“What if he misses the bus, Noelle? My mom will just kill him if we’re late. I’ll have to send him back home to protect him!”
“You should call him.”
“Eh, he’s on the subway right now, I’m sure. At least, he should be. No, I trust him. He’s good with schedules like that. He’ll make the bus.”

My phone rings 20 minutes later. “I’m bringing sexy back…” plays on my phone.

It’s Jefferson.

“Hey sweetie, it’s Jefferson…”
“Hey!”
“I missed the bus.”

Oh God. I couldn’t breath.

“The subway stopped in the tunnel. But I got a ticket for the 12:30 bus…”

I couldn’t speak.

“You there?” he asked.
“Yeah, my heart stopped.”
“Oh your poor heart!”

My mind raced. We’d be late if the took the 12:30 bus.

“Umm…we’ll come get you,” I decided quickly.
“You sure?”
“Yes, we’ll drive in and get you. Half an hour. 20 minutes if no traffic.”
“OK, should I stay here or go somewhere else?”
“Stay there.”
“Ok.”

Luckily, Noelle and I were ready to go.

My heart was pounding and my hands were shaking, praying time and traffic would be on my side as I drove to Port Authority to get Jefferson. Luckily, it was.

“Assuming we get to my house on time, my mom doesn’t need to know Jefferson missed the bus,” I warned Noelle.
“Agreed.”

I pulled up to the bus station in good time and Jefferson hopped in next to me and I sped off back in the direction I just came from.

Noelle and I had argued before about who’d control the music. She deferred to the back seat, but still wanted to control the radio. I said, my car, my iPod.

Somehow it ended up being her iPod. But I’ll admit, she’s a pretty good DJ.

We made good time as we headed north. We’d get to the party right on time, and Jefferson could go home in one piece.

I pulled into the driveway just after family friends, James and Patti.

I kissed them hello as they handed me a wrapped jewelry box.

“This is Jefferson and my roommate from school, Noelle,” I said introducing them to my friends.
“These are family friends, James and Patti,” I told Jefferson and Noelle.

I knew though no one was going to get any names straight.

Even among my different-family family members. (My step-dad’s kids not quite remembering my cousins on my moms side, etc….)

“Hi Noelle! Hi Jefferson! Hi sweetie!” my mom chimed as we walked through the door. “Hey kiddo,” my step-dad chimed as he walked into the foyer.

My parents hugged me and Noelle and welcomed Jefferson, shaking his hand.

“That’s Zoe, the other love of my life” I pointed upstairs to a dog standing at a gate at the top of the stairs.

“Hey, I thought you weren’t going to show up to your own party!” my brother teased me as I walked in the living room and kissed him hello.

I made my rounds to kiss everyone hello that was already there and started introducing Jefferson and Noelle to everyone.

“That’s my brother and his wife there, and those are their two kids. That’s my cousin, her husband, and their two little boys. And that’s her parents, my aunt and uncle, and my other cousin. And then that’s my other cousin and his little girl.” Noelle and Jefferson nodded their heads blankly at me.

“Jefferson, would you like something to drink?” my mom asked.
“Oh I’m OK for now, thank you,” he smiled.
“Look, we have bourbon!” I said holding up a bottle of murky Jim Bean.
“Uh, it looks a little cloudy,” he said looking closer.
“Yeah, it does,” I said examining it better. “Well…there’s Jack Daniels…”
“It’s a little too early for bourbon, even for me.”
“Really? Wow…”

The appetizers were starting to go out and I dug right in since I hadn’t had breakfast.

There was lots to choose from, but most of it I had no interest in:

Meatballs- Swedish and Italian (a little mushy, I thought)
“Chicken nuggets” (breaded chicken pieces, a little bland I thought, perhaps from the cornflake crust?)
Deviled eggs- yummy yummy!
Stuffed tomatoes, pea pods, and escarole
Sausage and cheese filled wantons
And little mini Reubens
Plus chips and fresh fruit salad.

More guests arrived and soon the party was in full swing. I did my best to mingle with family while making sure my awkward friends were comfortable.

“Enjoying the food?” I asked when I found them standing quietly in the dining room where the food was.
“Mmm hmm…” Jefferson said between bites.
“We’re going drink for drink,” Noelle offered, raising her Malibu bay breeze. “This is my second though. He’s still on his first beer.”

Lite beer, I noticed. Oh man, my family is so going to just think he’s gay.

“Make sure you’re mingling with everyone,” my mom reminded me as she came in the room.
“I am, I am. I was just getting some food.”
“Hey, wanna see some art?” I offered to Jefferson.
“Sure!”

I brought him into our den to show him my honorable mention work. It was a hot air balloon on scratch paper. Hot stuff, I know.

“Hold on, here she is,” my step-dad said, handing me the phone. “It’s Aunt Dee, she’s not feeling well and can’t make it.”
“Hi Aunt Dee!”
“Hi sweetie, I’m sorry we can’t make it today, I’m just not feeling well,” she said. She sounded awful!
“Aww that’s ok. We miss you, but I hope you feel better!”
“Thanks honey. I just want to wish you a happy birthday and hope you have fun today!”
“Thank you. And maybe when you feel better me and mom can come visit you!”
“I’d love that!”
“Good, I love you and feel better, ok?”
“Thanks, sweetie. I love you too.”

I ushered Jefferson next into the living room where I had a drawing from high school, plus a lot of family drawings.

“Wow, this is nice,” he said of my drawing.
“Thanks! And these are my grandparents’ paintings. These are my grandpa’s- well, actually he was my grandma’s second husband…” I said pointing out his paintings. “And these are an uncles, and this one my grandma’s. And there’s more back in the dining room.” I said walking him back. “Hey mom, is this one grandma’s?” I asked about one painting without a signature.
“Yep. These were my mom’s and these were my step-dad’s” she said, pointing out different ones.
“This is my absolute favorite,” I said of a large one my grandpa did.
“I love the motion around the bird’s wings,” Jefferson commented.
“Mmmhmm, he was really good at rocks too.”

Now with food in my belly, I thought it was time I start drinking! It was my 21st birthday party after all! I had recently bought a new drink I wanted to try that I saw in an ad in a magazine that sounded just yummy! Lol. X-Rated liquor. Vodka with blood orange juice, mango and passion fruit. Totally my drink. And it came in a pretty frosted bottle!

I poured a little bit into a cup, just to sample it first. It was very…sweet. And tart at the same time.

“What’s this?” my brother asked.
“A new drink I wanted to try. It’s very sweet.” He poured an even smaller amount into his cup to taste.
“Phew! It needs something, like tonic, to tone it down.”
“I’m not a tonic person…”
“Well, something without flavor.”

I drank it straight, but enjoyed it more as the ice melted and watered it down a bit.

It really takes a lot for me to think something is too sweet!

“Oh Jefferson, try this garlic dip!” my mom said.
“OK…Oh this is good,” he said dipping a chip and taking a bite.
“They got Ruffles at my request,” I said, opting for the sour cream and onion dip.
“Your request?” he laughed.
“Yep. They’re really the only chip worth eating. Plain wise at least.”

Dinner was getting ready to go out soon, but my mom started ushering people outside to the porch to sit in the sunshine. It was a beautiful spring day, with only a bit of a chilly breeze. First it was just me, Jefferson, and Noelle, but soon more and more people started pulling up chairs around the one table. Soon Jefferson started talking with everyone and got into talking about his latest project. Noelle and I exchanged a glance and I smiled as I watched him fit in just perfectly. As I knew he would.

The next course of the meal was announced as ready (as if we hadn’t had enough to eat!). Flank steak and London broil, mac and cheese (one plain and one with sherry), my Mom’s famous bean salad, and stuffed zucchini. (And we still have dessert coming up!) As birthday girl, I felt it was completely in my right to cut in line to get some yummy mac and cheese and some steak.

I sat back down at the table and soon people started joining me.

“Do you want something to drink?” Jefferson asked me, putting his plate down.
“Oh you don’t have to do that!”
“It’s no problem.”
“Well, Ok, Diet Coke, thanks!”
“Sure thing.”

Dinner was yummy. I enjoyed my steak and mac and cheese, and everyone else enjoyed everything else as well. When people were done, dishes were cleared, and as I was standing, my mom pulled me into her lap.

I made one request of her for that day- not to embarrass me!

“We should tell some Avah stories!” she suggested.
“No, we shouldn’t!”
“Hey honker-buns…” my aunt chided me. I, uh, had a habit of running around naked when I was a toddler. But didn’t we all??
“Ugh,” I groaned, looking over at Jefferson. He was laughing.

My mom got up and I took her seat, pulling my nephew, Max into my lap as he ran in my direction. Now, my nephew is just the cutest little boy in the world. He has these beautiful white-blond curls and bright blue eyes and the biggest, happiest smile. He just turned 2 in March, but has yet to talk.

He kneeled in my lap and his cold fingers went immediately down my shirt to my tattoo (which was showing to family for the first time since I got it in November. That sure raised a lot of eyebrows!).

“Ask him where his bellybutton is,” my brother suggested.
“Max, where’s your bellybutton? Show me your bellybutton!” He lifted his shirt and pointed, smiling at everyone. “Where’s your nose?” He pointed to mine and started pulling on my nose ring! Everyone was laughing. “No, you’re nose, silly!” He giggled and pointed to his nose. Zoe came out onto the porch and Max climbed down to play with her.

As it got later in the day, clouds moved in and it got chilly, sending people inside. Happy Feet was playing on the TV for the little ones.

“So, having fun?” I asked Jefferson.
“Sure am,” he said, kissing my cheek. I blushed a little and looked to see if anyone noticed that. I think we were safe.

Noelle was sitting in a chair watching Happy Feet, and Jefferson on the arm of it as I explained the awesomeness of Happy Feet. I sat on Noelle’s lap to watch the movie myself, but after a minute she started tickling me relentlessly. And I dunno, I must have been sitting at an odd angle because I couldn’t get up until my step-dad came and gave me a hand up!

The kids were itching for cake, so my mom sent me down to get my ice cream cake from the basement to start defrosting a bit.

“Did you get the cake?” she asked me a moment later.
“In the 30 seconds since you asked me? No.”

I brought the cake up as my mom set out the other desserts. Oh yes, we had a huge ice cream cake, but my mom also whipped up a carrot cake and 2 key lime pies. You know, just in case people don’t want ice cream cake. But really, who doesn’t like ice cream cake?

After defrosting for a little bit, 21 candles were put in it and everyone was ushered into the dining room. Everyone sang and I picked Max up so he could see. I made a wish (secret, or else it won’t come true!) and blew out the candles. It took a couple tries, but I eventually got them all.

My mom started cutting the big cake, giving to the eager kids first. My brother started cutting up the carrot cake and Jefferson sweetly volunteered to dole out some of the key lime pie.

“Do you want some carrot cake?” I asked Noelle. “It’s really yummy, even though there are no raisins.”
“No, I really just don’t think carrot should be in a cake. But uh, this pie tastes kinda funny. The whipped cream is bangin’ though,” she said, taking a forkful.

I laughed as the kids devoured their cakes, their mouths turning shades of blue and green from the frosting.

I soon started opening my gifts after my sister in-law said I should, since they wanted to see me open it. I got mostly cards with money, but also 2 Barnes & Noble gift certificates. But I also got a Coach bag from my sister in-law, some booze from one of my mom’s teacher friends, a nice journal and Paris walking guide from a family friend, and the necklace I was handed when I first got there.

Now, Noelle has a weakness for babies and kids (I swear she’ll have 10 once she gets over the gross out factor of birth…) and so she was all about playing with my cousin’s new little baby boy, Oliver. Jefferson, sitting next to her, reached out for the baby. “My turn,” he smiled making goo-goo faces at him. Jefferson lifted Oliver up above his head and Oliver’s face screwed up as he began to cry!

“Aww, you made the baby cry!” Noelle said.

Oliver’s Grandma (my aunt) came and took him in her arms to soothe him.

“I can’t believe you made the baby cry,” Noelle said shaking her head. “He was fine with me…”
“What can I say?” he replied, shrugging his shoulders.

The party was winding down and I started kissing departing guests good bye.

In between good byes, I pulled Jefferson upstairs to show him some of my paintings. What I really wanted to do was rip his clothes off and fuck right there, but that really wasn’t possible. I really did only just show him my paintings. I tried to get a little kiss in, but my mom was calling to me that people were leaving.

Soon everyone was gone and the 3 of us sat with my parents for a little bit.

Jefferson excused himself to the bathroom and I whispered to my mom next to me, “So, what do you think?”
“He’s very nice,” she whispered back.
“Do you like him?” I asked my step-dad.
He nodded his head in approval.
Noelle had already weighed in earlier. “He so freaking gay,” was her opinion.
“I thought it was sweet when he offered to to cut the pie,” I said.
“Yes, that was very nice,” my mom agreed.
“So, that Jefferson, huh?” Noelle said loudly when he started coming back.

It was getting time to leave, so Noelle and I packed up some left overs to take back to school, and I packed up a container for Jefferson as well.

Soon it was time to go and my parents hugged us good bye and we loaded into the car to head back.

I grabbed my iPod cord before Noelle could get to it and played Mika for me and Jefferson. Didn’t matter anyways because soon Noelle was passed out in the back seat with her head hanging out the window.

“I just have to drop Noelle at school real quick,” I told Jefferson as I pulled off the high way towards our school.
“Good lucking studying for French. I’ll see you in a few,” I said as I pulled up to our dorm.
“It was nice meeting you Noelle,” Jefferson said waving good bye.
“You too,” Noelle replied climbing out of the car.

They never shook hands.

“Which one is your apartment?” Jefferson asked me.
“The only one with stairs,” I said, pointing to where Noelle was headed.

It was an easy drive the rest of the way into the city and to Jefferson’s building. I pulled into the drive in front of the building and immediately pulled him in for a deep kiss.

“I’ve been wanting to do that all day,” I said when I pulled back.

We kissed a bit until a car behind me beeped to get out of the way. Jefferson grabbed his food and jumped out, thanking me for a fun day and kissing me good bye. I watched him walk through the doors as I sped off back to New Jersey.

Jefferson ordered me to turn over and I complied obediently. I waited nervously as Jefferson sipped his bourbon and put in a Portishead CD. (Is it cliche to get a beating with Portishead playing in the background?)

I watched Jefferson silently as he moved to the side of the room where he had previously laid out different lengths of rope. He picked up different pieces, finding the ones that would suit his needs. He pulled my one ankle down and to the corner of the bed. I breathed calmly as I felt him knot the rope around my limb and attach it to the corner of the bed. It was a little on the tight side, but I bit my tongue to keep from complaining.

My pussy dampened and my stomach fluttered with nerves as he tied down my other ankle.

My hair was loose that night, and kept falling in my face. I did my best to tuck it behind my ears before Jefferson got to my wrists. I watched Jefferson tie a length of rope around my wrist, winding it around and tucking the end through and knotting it tightly. It was different than how he usually ties. It was calculated and done like he knew what he was doing. He’d learned something!

He pulled my arm up toward the corner. I moved with his jerking, my body centering on the bed. My body relaxed further as he finished binding my last free limb to the bed. But I was still nervous.

At least he can’t torture my nipples, I thought to myself as I laid there, face down and spread eagle.

It felt like I was there for an eternity before I felt the first strike of his hand on my ass. I moaned and squirmed as he brought his palm down hard against my flesh. It stung. That, and his words from before still reverberated in my head. I fought my mind to let me slip under, into subspace.

Jefferson grabbed a paddle and started slapping my ass. I yelled and jerked up on to my hands and knees. I’ve never been good at bearing the sting of a paddle. But it hurt worse now that I’ve become a wuss. He paused in his swing and pulled my arms up further to keep my body tightly down.

I pouted as I felt the complete relinquish of control.

He went back to work on my ass. Tears started forming in my eyes as he alternated between the paddle and his hand.

Pity party…hmpf.

I struggled against the ropes, trying my best to endure the pain. I managed to loosen one of my ankle bindings. I froze as I let Jefferson retie it.

He ventured deeper into his arsenal picking up his cat and making me moan and sigh with each strike.

That’s what does it. That’s what sends me floating.

But I was quickly brought back with more smacks of the paddle.

I still had my 22 birthday smacks coming up, and I just wasn’t sure how I was going to handle them.

And as if he read my mind, Jefferson picked up his cane. That mother-fucking cane. God I hate that thing.

A fine sheet of sweat immediately broke out on my skin with just the first few light raps. My body twisted and strained as I begun to spew obscenities at Jefferson.

I breathed a sigh of relief as he stung my hip with the cat. Anything but that dreadful cane. I moaned, but in pleasure, as the cat came down against my back again and again.

He dropped the cat on the floor and came to me rubbing my back and giving me kisses. He gripped a bit of skin between his teeth and bit down hard. I bucked and cried out, but he held his ground, biting down even harder. I whinged, crying uncle. He bit down harder before releasing, and I wanted to scream, but had run out of breath to do so! I gasped loudly just as he bit down again. His marks were deep, bruising down into the muscle.

I moaned as he stood back up, pinching the bite marks as he did so.

Jefferson walked away and I heard the ice clink in his glass as he took a sip of his drink.

My mind drifted on the music setting the mood…

“Have I got the strength to ask
Beyond the window
I feel this fear alone”

I groaned as I suddenly felt Jefferson pour hot wax over my back and then sighed as it quickly cooled.

Then he went back to the cane.

I cursed at him, and tried my best to kick and grab at him, with each stinging strike.

“Thanks for the tip about tying you down.”
“Ugh! I hate you!”

And we hadn’t even gotten to the counting…

He kept tapping me- my ass, my thighs, even my feet.

“I’m going to start counting these!” I cried as he kept sending me into overload.
“No you’re not.”
“Ugh, just start already,” I pleaded.

He gave me a few hard whacks, for my brattiness I’m sure, before he instructed me to start counting.

5 strokes into it and I was ready to wuss out.

I made Jefferson wait and give me a few moments to let the pain sink in. He sat down to wait until I was ready to continue.

“I don’t know if I can do 22…” my voice wavered.
“Sure you can. You don’t have any other choice.”

He asked if I was ready to continue and I gave a weak affirmation.

I thrashed on the bed as he spaced strokes for me to count amidst easier taps, constantly keeping my skin on fire. I inhaled my hair as it hung in my face and I cursed myself for not putting it up earlier.

“Grr I just want to chop off all my hair!”
“Heh, aww poor thing.”
“You know…actually no, never mind.”
“Wise choice,” he warned me snapping another strike on me.

I worked hard to not loose count as he took breaks I insisted on.

The obscenities got worse as the count got higher. I wished him to burn in hell as he gave me two brutal strikes for 17.

“What’s significant about 17?” he quizzed me as he held the cane above me.
“Nothing…” I lied.
“You sure about that?” he pushed me, stinging my ass.
“Alright, alright! I lost my virginity!”

I screamed into the pillow as the second 17th stroke came down, trying to kick at him.

“Aww, this is the last song,” he noticed and went to go restart it.

“Now, where were we?”
“22?” I tried.
“No…”
“Ugh, 17,” I admitted, defeated.

18, 19, and 20 came down in rapid succession leaving me shaking with dry sobs taking over my body.

Jefferson sat in his chair tapping his cane as he waited for me to recover.

I just wanted it to be done and over with. I couldn’t take anymore. As my body recovered, I negotiated with Jefferson about the last 2.

“Just do the last 2. Just two single strikes. No tap-tap-tap in between, I can’t,” I moaned, on the verge of tears.
“You just want the last two strikes? No lead up?”
“Yeah, just do it and get it over with. At medium intensity…”
“How hard is up to me, but I can just give 2. Are you ready?” Jefferson asked standing up.

I nodded, taking a deep breath in.

He stood next to me. I tried not to clench as he took his aim. I screamed out 21 as he hit me square in the middle of my ass.

He gave me a few seconds before winding up for the last one. He hit me hard, high up on the ass. I screamed 22 then punched him the leg and yelled at him for hitting so high.

He rubbed my back and nodded in agreement that it was a little high.

“My wrist is a little tight,” I finally admitted now that it was over.

Jefferson undid all my bindings and took me tight in his arms. I squeezed him tight as I finally relaxed under his touch.

He talked softly as he instructed me on the rest of the evening. We’d rest for a little bit, but then we were going to have dinner, and I would be making it all on my own. I nodded my understanding.

We laid together silently and soon Jefferson started snoring. I smiled as he slept. I was the one that got beaten and fucked senseless, but it’s him that fell asleep.

“Jefferson,” I prodded him after a little bit. “Jefferson, let’s go eat.”

Part 1 and Part 2 , and finally, Part 4

Jefferson’s hand held my hair firmly as my hands and knees made their way over the hard, cold floor. He led me to the chair in the far corner of the room sitting down in it and giving me a pillow to kneel on. I set my glasses on the bedside table and moved taking his semi-erect cock in my mouth.

It grew as I sucked and swirled my tongue. I took its growing length further and further into the back of my throat.

Jefferson sipped his bourbon and lightly petted my hair as I blew him.

My eyes watered and spit collected as I did my best to please Jefferson. He didn’t control my movement so much, but I knew enough to keep him as deep in my mouth as I could. But it was a long and languid blow job.

The night was just getting started.

He pulled my head off his now very erect cock.

“Get on the bed. I’m going to fuck your ass now,” he told me.

I stood up wiping the tears from my eyes and the spit from the corner of my mouth. I got on my hands and knees on the bed and waited as Jefferson rolled on a condom and got a handful of lube.

We groaned simultaneously as he pushed into me slowly. I focused my breathing to relax as he started moving in and out. My moans got louder as my ass stretched and better accepted his cock.

Jefferson’s hands were firm on my hips as he fucked me harder. I grunted as he fucked me at such an angle to hit my g-spot. I felt that growing tingle between my legs, but held off rubbing my clit until I couldn’t take it anymore. I snuck my hand down below and rubbed my clit furiously, in pace with Jefferson’s fucking. I cried out loudly as my body pulsed and the climax ripped through me.

Jefferson slowed his fucking down until he stopped. He leaned over me, hugging me in his arms and kissing my back and shoulders.

He took a chunk of my shoulder in his teeth, holding me extra tight as he beared down. I squirmed under him, but he only held me tighter. I grunted and moaned, but he only bit harder. He dug in deeper just before he released me. I whimpered as my shoulder now throbbed.

“Don’t move,” he told me leaving for the bathroom to clean up.

I stayed exactly as I was.

“Suck my dick some more,” he ordered me when he came back, sitting back down in his chair.

I climbed off the bed gingerly, my legs being a little weak from being bent for a bit. I wrapped my arms around his waist buried my face in his lap again.

He spoke to me calmly as I held his cock in my mouth.

“You’ve been throwing your self a little pity party on your blog lately, Avah. Haven’t you?”

I moved to respond but he held my head down.

“‘Poor me, my birthday was awful, no one cares about me…’” he continued.

I furrowed my brow and frowned (as best I could with a full mouth). We all know I’m sensitive about my blog, so it stung a bit. But I’m also sensitive about my birthday, so that stung even more.

“Sometimes land marks aren’t all they’re cracked up to be, and that can be disappointing,” he tried assuring me. “But I don’t want to hear anymore whining about your birthday.”

He picked my head up and looked at me brushing the hair out of my face.

“Close your eyes,” he told me.

I followed his order, still pouting on the inside, and blindly tried to anticipate what was coming next.

His left hand held my chin firmly as his other hand came across my cheek. I tried to move my head with the blow, but my face was held firm in place. A half-dozen times he slapped me. I moaned with each strike.

He paused a moment and I looked up at him.

But he wasn’t done.

“Close them,” he told me sternly.

I closed them, but fought his hand to keep my face forward. I managed to turn it to the side and I winced prematurely in anticipation of the expected blow.

My head turned side to side with each impacting blow. My cheeks stung as he landed one last strike across my jaw.

“Go refill my bourbon.”

I moved quickly taking his glass and coming back with a refreshed drink. I handed it to him and he motioned to set it on the table.

“Lay on the bed. I’m going to fuck your pussy now. And I want you cum. I’ll be very disappointed if you don’t cum.”

Shit, like that’s not a lot of pressure.

Jefferson grabbed a condom and climbed in between my legs. I smiled and let out a sigh as he pushed into me. I pulled him close to me and kissed him deep, holding his face in my hands.

He broke away, sitting back and pushing my knees up. My eyes slowly closed as I lost myself in the fucking.

Jefferson’s hands gripped my arms tightly. I pushed my hips up to meet his cock, getting myself closer and closer to cumming.

I grabbed his wrists as I cried out my first orgasm of the night.

He pulled out of me slowly as I caught my breath, only to replace his cock with his fingers. He grabbed some lube and added it to his fingers as he gently started fucking me with them.

I groaned as he massaged my g-spot. I moaned as he filled me with a 3rd finger.

I lost myself as his fingers entered me, probed me, pleasured me. My eyes peeked open occasionally to watch him intently working my pussy.

His fingers stretched me wider and wider as he pushed deeper and deeper.

I growled as he hit that sweet spot. This spot between the cervix and g-spot. The warmth spread through my entire body from the tips of my toes to the ends of my hair. I wanted it to never stop.

I ached from being so full. I knew Jefferson had at least 4 fingers in me. But, as I learned the next day, he had his whole hand in me. Up to the widest part.

I lost track of how many times I came with his hand in me. I couldn’t even tell one orgasm from the other.

His fingers continually ran over my g-spot and that sweet, sweet spot.

Occasionally his thumb would rub my clit quickly, producing an instant climax.

I gushed on his hand as strings of incoherent babble escaped my lips.

He laid his head on my stomach and I held him, caressing his hair as his arm pumped steadily in me.

God, I wanted it to never end.

Until I did. In a flash it was too much. I was overloaded.

“Ugh! No more, I can’t, I can’t! It’s too much,” I cried trying to back off his hand. But he stayed with me and pushed in further, bumping against my cervix. My poor cervix.

Fucker!

“Gah! Oww my cervix!”

He pulled out his hand and went to go wash. I laid moaning on the bed my body still producing little spasms here and there.

He came back in the room and kissed my head.

“Turn over, I’m going to beat you now.”

Part 1 and Part 3

Ok, so my birthday didn’t suck as much as I thought it would. I had a pretty good time all in all. Though getting to see Jefferson would have been the icing on the cake… Oh well.

But it started off promptly at midnight as I went out with Gia to QXT in Newark. I had to dig in my closet for a black shirt, lol. It’s a goth club and I’m really just sooo not goth, lol. But it was still fun. I got my drink at midnight and then had 2 more j-ello shots during the night. You know, it’s kinda hard to dance when you’re tipsy!

And Gia and I danced (and flirted), she gave me a birthday peck. But, I’m not going out with her anymore I don’t think. She never brings enough money!! And somehow manages to get people to pay for her drinks!! Even me, on my birthday!! Yeah. I know. And she has a damn job.

But it was still fun. They had these hot dancers dancing on platforms, and one did a burlesque dance, and it was really, really hot.

Here’s a cool shot of her I took (Stormy Weather I think her stage name was). It was on the platform thing, and oh yeah, it was western night that night, lol.

And here’s a shot from her dance. She had such a great figure- very fit and toned. With a hot, hot ass!!

And this hot pic too.

Yes those are chaps she’s pulling off. Mmm…

I also took a little video of it too from my cell, and I posted it on my MySpace, and since I’m not sure how to put it on here, I’m giving you the link.

And she’s a red head. Enough said.

I didn’t get to my dorm until after 4 and then I was up around 10 get get ready to go to the Yankee game with Noelle. Needless to say I was a bit tired.

We had fun though. It was fucking cold as a bitch though!!! I lost feeling in my feet by the end! It wasn’t cool man! But I had a hot dog and cracker jack’s, it was awesome. Too bad the damn Yankees lost!! All A-rod’s fault. (I always blame it on him. Even though he opened the game with a 2 run homer (that we missed because we were still getting to our seats!))

And the seats were pretty good! I got us Tier Box seats, so they were high up, but close to the edge at least. And right behind 1st base. Not too shabby! This was our view…

Then afterwards we went and got some Pizza Hut. It was yummy! Stuffed crust. And I was gonna buy some liquor, but the stores were all closed. Damn Easter. Fucking Christians, : -P No offense.

But all in all, not too bad.

And my mom had sent me a package earlier this week since she’s away for spring break. It had a chocolate bunny (which I’ve already beasted, lol. And Reese’s eggs. Also gone. But I’m betting I’ll find that 7 pounds I’ve lost, lol.) And she also sent me Happy Feet!!!! AWESOME movie!!! Totally love it. And the music. It totally deserved to win that oscar!

And my birthday celebration will continue when I see Jefferson next, and at the next orgy. And then my big family party at the end of the month… Yeah, I plan on milking this as long as I can. You only turn 21 once!!

I can’t write too much right now, I have to get ready to go to a Yankee game with Noelle.

But I’m exhausted! I went out with Gia last night to QXT’s in Newark. It’s a goth club. I know! Me! At a goth club! It was interesting. But I didn’t get back to my dorm until after 4.

And my mom just called me. She’s in the Keys. And it’s like 75 degrees there. Meanwhile I have to bring gloves and a hat to the game! Bah!

But yeah. It’s my burfday. I’ll just be glad when it’s over. I hate my birthday. This is totally the last birthday I’m celebrating for a long while.

But, more later when I get back.

It always fucking snows right before my birthday.

It snowed last year, and the year before that, and probably the year before that! (I dunno, my memory doesn’t go that far.)

Not. Cool.

I’m a spring baby, damn it!!

MY BIRTHDAY’S IN 2 WEEKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

AHHHHHH!!!!!!!

WOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Excuse me…

*Taps Microphone*

Is this thing on?

Oh, ok. Good.

In 2 months (exactly, from yesterday) I will be celebrating my 21st birthday. (That’s April 8, for clarification)

*Cue Excitement*

Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!!!

Just throwing it out there.