Life, Love, Sex

Pizza

So I discoved the wonderful world of Barbeque Chicken Pizza with Gia the other night and now I’m craving it hard core.

The place is still open and I’d really, really kill for some, but I can’t bring myself to spend $11 for the pie (and it’s not even a regular sized pie) when I’m so poor.

But seriously, this is like the nectar of the gods.

Grr…I need a job!! (Shut up mom!)

Satiated

Jefferson and I woke the next morning, not too early, but not too late. I rolled to face him and snuggle into him as we said good morning.

We began kissing and I felt Jefferson’s cock grow against me. He quickly reached over me and grabbed for a condom and began fucking me.

My arms wrapped around his shoulders, hugging him close to me. We kissed sweetly as we made love that morning. Soon my body shook and I moaned loudly as Jefferson made me cum. He followed with his own shortly after.

We rested for a bit before getting up to make breakfast. Jefferson had gotten both July and August’s bacons the night before, and we decided to try August’s flavor first- honey salt.

Well it was just so yummy.

We hung out together for the next few hours on our computers, writing e-mails, reading (and writing) blogs, and listening to music.

“When do you have to leave?” he asked me.
“Whenever,” I said, shrugging my shoulders. “I just have to pack, but it’s only for 5 days, so it won’t take me long.”
“You want to go fool around a bit?”
“Always!”

Already naked, we climbed into bed together and laid quiet for a little bit. I began kissing Jefferson and he quickly made his way to between my legs and began eating me out.

His tongue poked under my hood and made direct contact with my clit, making me moan instantly. I came hard, quickly, but Jefferson wasn’t finished. He kept at it, doing this vibrating, swizzly thing with his tongue and made me cum at least 5 more times. I stopped counting after 5.

But it was hard to separate them as they just rolled into one another. I screamed out as I came and whimpered when the waves refused to relinquish control of my body. By the time Jefferson finished, I had lost count of how many times I cam. But it didn’t matter, because it had felt like one giant 15 minute orgasm.

Holy fuck, that’s right.

“I’m spent,” I said as Jefferson took me back in his arms.
“So is that what it takes?” he joked.
“Well, I came like more than 5 times in a row, so yeah!”

After some recovery, I dressed and got my stuff together and headed home.

It was a late night as I packed, cleaned, and chatted with Mitzi online, only to wake up 3 hours later at 4 to catch my train to the airport.

I had a feeling I’m going to need a vacation after this vacation.

Date Night

It was another gorgeous, sunny, August day. Probably the 10th in a row, at least. I stood at the top of the beach with my chair and beach bag in hand, scanning for a spot, preferably close to the water.

I found an opening large enough for my one self and weaved through the families to stake my spot.

I opened my chair and draped my towel over it. I exchanged my glasses for my sunglasses and slathered on my sunscreen before laying back and relaxing.

The woman next to me had her radio on and I smiled when it played a bunch of Janis Joplin and Bon Jovi.

That reminded me, I needed to download some Bon Jovi before Jefferson and Mitzi came down.

As I watched the waves, I pulled out my little lunch box cooler and took my chipwich sandwich I’d packed in ice and ate it quickly before it could melt in my hand. But once I finished, I decided I was thirsty. I grabbed my money and headed all the way to the snack stand, but half way across the sand, my feet were burning and I wished I had worn my sandals.

I raced across the rest of the beach and hopped from foot to foot on the hot wood walk way as I was stuck behind slow people.

As soon as I got to the shower area, I stood in a puddle and let out a big sigh of relief.

With my root beer in hand from the concession stand, I quickly made my way back to my seat.

I checked my clock, and I still had over an hour before I wanted to leave to get ready for Jefferson’s.

I avoided the water that day as it looked a little nasty (actually uncommon for my beach).

Instead, I just turned on my iPod and did some writing for the blog until it was time to pack up.

Showered, dressed, and packed up for the night, I headed to the train station and rode into the city.

When I get there, Jefferson and I retired to the bedroom almost immediately. We undressed and climbed into bed together.

Jefferson took me in his arms and kissed me deep, holding my face in his hands. I pushed him onto his back and straddled his hips, leaning down to kiss him. My hands ran over his chest and arms as I ground my pelvis against his. My breathing labored as I got more and more turned on.

For some reason, the foreplay was especially hot that night.

“I want to fuck you now,” Jefferson told me.

I climbed off of him as he grabbed for a condom and laid on top of me. He knelt in front of me and pushed inside me, making me moan. Once inside, he leaned down close to me as he pumped in and out. I groaned each time he thrusted into me and rubbed against my g-spot.

The tension built in my body as Jefferson continued to fuck me. Soon my orgasm took over and my nails dug into his arms as I cried out.

He kept fucking me, and soon I’m cumming again, even harder.

He relented, pulling out, and we cuddle together, deciding on dinner.

“So, I have some pasta I could make, or turkey burgers…umm…I don’t have too much though,” Jefferson said, listing some things.
“What about pizza?” I suggested.
“You know, I was thinking that myself. We can go get some slices.”
“Cool!”

We dressed and walked awhile, trading car accident stores and others until we got to a pizzeria. We ordered our slices and picked out our drinks and sat at a table outside to people watch as we ate. After eating and talking for a nice long while, we make our way back home to finally finish Blue Velvet.

Once back at the apartment building, Jefferson paused to check his mail and was pleased to find some bacon from his Bacon of the Month club.

Sweet, breakfast.

We undressed and climbed into bed and settled into the rest of the movie.

“We already saw this part,” I pointed out.
“Oh, we did? Well, this is a good part, so let’s watch it again.”

I shrugged my shoulders and settled into the crook of Jefferson’s arm.

“Is it almost over?” I asked, getting a little ancy.
“Yes, just a few more minutes.”
“Good, cause I wanna fuck some more,” I grinned.

As soon as the movie ended, I leaned in to kiss Jefferson. I climbed on top of him again and laced my fingers in his above his head.

I kissed his lips, cheeks, and neck, gently sucking and nibbling until he was reaching for a condom. He got on top of me and pulled me to the side of the bed. He slid into me, my legs thrown over his shoulders, and I moan as he pumped in and out of me.

He looked down at me and I smiled at him. My ankle rubbed by his cheek and he turned to kiss it. He took my big toe in his mouth, gently swirling his tongue around it. I closed my eyes again and sighed a contented sigh.

He leaned over me and took me close in his arms. I felt my cheeks flush as his pelvis rocked against my clit, bringing me closer to orgasm. As the waves took over my body, I heard Jefferson moan in my ear as my pussy clenched around his cock.

As I caught my breath, he slowly withdrew from me and tossed his condom. We got under the covers, Jefferson turned out the lights, and we fell asleep with me tight in his arms.

Is It Raining Outside?

“That sky sure looks menacing,” I said looking out the window.

I stood next to Jefferson at his desk, sipping my water, as he typed
an e-mail to the submissive boy, Dan, inviting him over to play
tonight.

“Is that thunder?” I asked listening closer.
“I think it may have been.”

We kissed and chatted while we waited around for Dan’s response, but
we didn’t have to wait long.

“When do you want me to come?” his e-mail said. Sounds like he’s interested!
“Now, or as soon as you can get here,” we wrote back.
“I’ll be there as long as the train takes.”

“Where’s he coming from?” I asked Jefferson.
“Near Columbia.”
“Oh dear. I hope he brought an umbrella,” I say noticing the sky
starting to open up.

Lighting flashed and thunder cracked as the downpour flooded the street below.

Jefferson and I stepped out onto the terrace to better watch the storm
pass through Manhattan but quickly retreated back inside as the gusts
of wind blew the rain into the terrace.

As the storm moved overhead, the lightening got brighter and the
thunder, louder.

“Wouldn’t it be cool if the lights went out and we fucked in the dark?” I mused.
“We can fuck in the dark anyways, darling,” Jefferson said, making fun of me.
“I know that! But it’s not the same!”

Jefferson and I dressed right before Dan arrived as Jefferson enjoyed
having him naked while we were dressed.

When he arrived, he was soaked from head to toe.

“So, is it raining out there?” I asked after Jefferson introduced us.
“Yeah, a little.”
“Did you wade through a lake before you came?” I remarked, noticing
his jeans were soaked all the way up to his knees.
“Just about,” he laughed.
“Well let’s get these wet clothes off you,” Jefferson said beginning
to undress the boy.

He sat on the couch as Jefferson got them wine and I got myself more water.

“What’s wrong?” he asked me.
“Nothing!”
“You think he’s cute?”
“Uh huh.”
“Good.”

Jefferson sat next to him on the couch as I reclined in the desk chair
and we all made polite conversation until Jefferson pulled out his
cock and had Dan sucked it.

I smiled at Jefferson as I watched on, my idle hands absentmindedly
toying with my new flogger.

“Would you be alright if Avah beat you a little?” Jefferson asked.

He nodded his head, not even looking up or taking his mouth off
Jefferson’s cock.

I smiled brightly and took aim at his back and shoulders. I started
lightly, just warming his skin up and gradually increased my
intensity. Jefferson had told me he was pretty inexperienced in this
department, so I kept my strikes easy to medium, but interspersing a
few hard smacks here and there. His cock sucking never wavered.

“Why don’t you get naked, sweetie?” Jefferson suggested to me.

I put down my flogger and stepped out of my shorts and pulled off my
t-shirt, returning to my seat.

“Now I want you to eat Avah’s pussy,” he directed Dan.

He obediently turned to face me and I scooted my butt further on the
edge of the chair as he dove right into my pussy. He ate me out with
such enthusiasm and excitement (though with my still fresh piercing
made me wince in pain a few times). I came in his mouth quickly,
pushing his head further into my crotch as I cried out.

He ate me a little bit more until Jefferson called him back to his
cock and I resumed my flogging.

“Look how nice and red it is,” I said to Jefferson, commenting about Dan’s back.
“Sure is baby. Ok, that’s good for now. Go back to my bedroom and
wait for us.”

Without haste, Dan immediately got up and did as Jefferson had directed.

“So obedient!” I remarked as Jefferson refilled his wine.
“Mmmhmm. Excuse me, baby,” he said reaching into a cabinet above the
stove. He pulled out a bag of tea lights and a couple of partially
melted candlesticks. “Think we should use these?”
“Only if you do it to me too!”
“Really?”
“Absolutely!”
“Alright, sure thing.”

The two of us walked back to the bedroom, I making sure I grabbed my
strap-on and whip from the coffee table.

Dan was waiting patiently in Jefferson’s pitch dark room.

Jefferson went about the room lighting candles making it easier to see.

“That’s better,” he said, lighting the last one. “Now, I’m going to
tie you up now.”

Jefferson grabbed the rope from under the bed and tied simple, but
secure knots around Dan’s wrists. Then he went into a cabinet and
pulled out a mess of more rope and chose a shorter piece, wrapping a
few loops around the base of Dan’s cock.

I reclined in the chair along side the bed to watch the show.

Jefferson straddled the sub’s chest and fed him his cock. He pumped
in and out of his mouth gently, with one hand on the wall to support
himself.

I wasn’t getting a good view so I moved from the chair onto the bed
and laid next to Dan to watch closer. I smiled up at Jefferson and he
smiled back.

“It doesn’t take much for him to be gone,” Jefferson said about our
boy entering subspace.
“I can see that!”

He started fucking Dan’s mouth a bit more forcefully and I watched
Jefferson’s face that I’ve become so familiar with over the months:
eyes closed, mouth slightly ajar. I knew he was really getting into
it.

When Jefferson pulled out and reached for a condom, I figured he was
ready to fuck Dan. But to my pleasant surprise, he settled between my
legs.

I smiled up at him as he entered me, a tied up boy next to us with
nothing else to do but watch.

He fucked me for a while, tweaking my nipples, and leaning down every
so often to kiss me. As he picked up speed I felt myself ready to
cum. I fingered my clit until my pussy pulsed around his cock and I
cried out.

Jefferson pulled out, but didn’t go anywhere. He grabbed a
candlestick from the nightstand and lit it off one of the tea lights.

Holding it above me, he let a few drops hit my chest. I moaned and
sighed in pleasure as the hot wax hit my skin. He drizzled the orange
wax all across my chest and down my stomach and then bringing the
candle even closer as he covered my nipples. My chest heaved and my
pussy ached as I squealed from delight.

I really do love hot wax.

I watched as Jefferson turned to the side and moved the candle above
Dan. And I watched as the drops fell onto his skin making him grunt
and shake in his bindings. Jefferson brought the candle a bit higher,
but still he groaned as the wax dribbled over his sensitive skin.

“Damn, I take that like more of a man than he does,” I laughed.

“I think it’s time for Avah to fuck you,” Jefferson decided as he blew
out his candle.
“Ok, now you can have a choice of cock. I have a smaller, more
friendly one, or if you’re feeling brave, a nice big one,” I said
showing him my selection. “Brave? Or friendly? Brave? Or friendly?”
“I think I’ll go with brave actually.”
“Awesome! What a trooper!”

I started to put everything together but with so many rings and snaps
and loops, I got beat out by Jefferson who’s, well, already all
assembled.

But this was my first time seeing two guys fuck, so I definitely took
a comfy seat to enjoy watching.

Jefferson was already fucking him by the time I was assembled and
strapped in. Dan was on his back, his ankles up by his head (he was
incredibly flexible) as Jefferson pumped easily in and out of him.
Dan was gone though. He was moaning faintly with his eyes mostly
closed and his mouth agape. Jefferson concentrated on his lover
underneath him, his eyes only occasionally resting on me.

After some time, Jefferson withdrew from his ass, signaling my turn.

“Great, sloppy seconds,” I joked.

We switched places on the bed and I pulled Dan’s ass to the edge of
the bed so I could place a foot on the ground. I covered and lubed my
cock and gently pushed into him. I watched as his ass slowly
swallowed the length of me.

“Can you just stay there for a second?” he asked once I was all the way in.
“I can,” I replied.

After a few moments he gave me the go ahead to start fucking him.

I swayed my hips back starting to pull out of him. I rocked in and
out of him pushing off the floor and leaning against his legs for
balance. I played with his nipples as I fucked him, squeezing them
until he groaned and squirmed under me.

He moaned softly as I fucked him harder. I wiped my brow as sweat
started to form.

“Fucking is hard work!” I laughed.

“Um, I hate to ask this, but I need to use the bathroom,” Dan asked.
“Oh, sure!” I said pulling out as Jefferson started to untie his wrists.

Jefferson pointed him in the direction of the bathroom and I pulled
out all the whips and paddles from the closet.

“Hey! My belt! I almost forgot about that!” I said, seeing it
hanging off a hanger.

“Thanks for bringing us a boy to fuck,” I whispered as I kissed
Jefferson when he came back. “And I think it’s time we beat him up
now.”

Dan came back and we had him kneel on the bed as each of us warmed his
ass up. We smiled at each other as our hands cracked down on his
skin.

“Hey, that’s my cheek!” I said as Jefferson’s hand smacked on my side
of Dan’s ass.
“Sorry, I’m a righty,” he apologized returning to his side.

Once Dan’s ass was nice and pink, Jefferson laid back in bed and held
Dan’s head in his lap as I picked up my first instrument.

I picked up Jefferson’s crop and smacked it on Dan’s ass and smirked
as he flinched. I spread the strikes over his ass, letting a few fall
astray on his calves and bottoms of his feet.

I switched pieces picking my flogger and started working it on his
ass. I whipped the flogger around making gentle contact with his skin
and throwing him off with hard hits when he wasn’t expecting it. I
alternated between his back and ass to keep him further off guard.

Once I grew tired of the flogger (which is only as a literary
statement because that’s really the shit, I love it!) I went back to
the chair where everything was laid out to choose my next piece of
equipment. I decided on a leather paddle, having never used one
before.

As I was picking out the paddle, Jefferson dug in his toy box and
pulled out a butt plug. Covering and lubing it up he easily slipped
it into Dan’s ass.

With it in place, I landed firm smacks square on his cheeks making him
flinch. Jefferson ran his gentle hands over the sub’s skin soothing
him.

Aww, isn’t he so sweet, I thought.

I alternated upward and downward strokes with square ones, deciding
which gave the best response.

The upward ones.

He was a newbie with all pain, supposedly, and was taking it all very
well. So I figured he could handle the cat and slapper.

I took aim with the slapper as I had seen Jefferson do once before. I brought it down
hard on his ass, making him moan. But he didn’t flinch.

This he was taking like a man.

I worked him with the slapper until I finished with the braided cat,
throwing it down, pulling out his butt plug, and climbing on the bed to fuck him some more.

I grabbed his hips and pulled him into me, holding him firm in place
as I pumped in and out until he’d had enough.

I pulled out of him and stepped out of my harness to lay on the bed
for him to eat me out some more.

As he did so, Jefferson got up wanting to beat him a little as well.

“Can you take a little more or are you reaching your threshold?”
Jefferson inquired to his sub.
“I’m getting pretty close,” he said.
“Ok, well just tell me when it’s enough.”

Jefferson picked up the slapper and delivered a handful of very hard strikes.

“Ooh, gentle baby,” I said to Dan, having him stop licking while his
ass was being targeted.

It only took a few more from Jefferson before Dan called uncle.

Now, I wasn’t going very easy on him, but my hard is no comparison to
Jefferson’s hard.

“Dude, you gotta teach me how to do that! And the twirly thing in the
air! That’s hot!” I said to Jefferson after he’d finished.

Jefferson grabbed another condom and added more lube before starting
to fuck Dan again. And he fucking rode that boy’s ass. I’d never
seen anything like it. And I was totally mesmerized. It was so hot!

Once he had fucked him to exhaustion, Jefferson came into bed, Dan
laying in his lap and me at Jefferson’s side.

“This must be nice to be amongst so much love,” Jefferson said as we kissed.

We were all quiet as Jefferson and I gently stroked Dan’s head and
back as he started to come out of subspace.

“I’m hungry,” I whispered to Jefferson.
“I could still go for that burger. We could go out and get
something,” he suggested.
“You mean like get dressed?”
“Oh so true. Well I have stuff here I can make. Are turkey burgers
ok with everyone?”
“Sounds good,” Dan said.
“I like that. Do you want some help?” I offered.
“No, it’s ok. You two just stay here,” he said as he left.

I stroked Dan’s hair quietly as he switched to my lap and we waited
for Jefferson to let us know dinner was ready.

It wasn’t long before he came back with a tray full of food.

“Oh you didn’t have to do that! We would have come out!”
“It’s ok, no bother,” he said sitting the tray down on the bed.
“Ooh, bacon cheese turkey burger! I’ve never had a bacon cheese burger before!”
“Really?”
“Nope, but I like this. God I’m such a bad Jew!” I joked.

As we ate, I listened as the boys chatted about movies I had never
seen nor knew nothing about (a common occurrence when I’m at
Jefferson’s), but I jumped in when they hit a movie I knew.

“I saw Logan’s Run! In English class!”
“What on earth would you see Logan’s Run in English class for?” they wondered.
“We were doing a unit on utopias and dystopias.”
“Ah, well that makes sense then.”

When we had finished, Jefferson came back into bed next to me and
turned off the lights. He quickly drifted off, his hands wrapped
tightly around my head, as Dan and I chatted.

“Is that uncomfortable?” he asked about Jefferson’s grasp.
“No, not really.”
“It looks really funny.”
“I’ll bet it does,” I laughed.

Jefferson stirred a moment, sitting up slightly.

“So, how’d the auditions go?”

Dan and I looked at him.

“What auditions?” I asked.
“You know the ones for that Wizard of Oz musical… The Wiz!”

We still looked at him.

“Huh?”

Jefferson laid his head back against the pillow and promptly started snoring.

“What the fuck?!” we exclaimed.
“What just happened?” he asked.
“I have no idea.”

We cracked up together and talked some more until Dan decided to leave.

I walked him out, thanking him for coming and locked the door behind
him. I shut off the lights in the living room and blew out the
candles in the bedroom before climbing back into bed.

Jefferson grabbed me tight as I pulled the covers over us.

“Good night baby.”

Avahtini’s

Earlier this week as I was hosting Jefferson and Mitzi down at the shore, I told them about one of my favorite “martini’s” but that it didn’t have a name, and was more of my own creation.

“So, like Avahtini?” Jefferson suggested.

Well I just loved that!

So here for you is my receipe!

Avahtini’s
1 oz. Vodka (I like Greygoose)
1 oz. Passoa’ or Malibu Passion Fruit Rum
2 oz. Orange Juice
2 oz. Pineapple Juice

Mix it up in a martini shaker, pour into glass, and add a dash of grenadine for color!

If you don’t have or want to get the Passion Fruit rum, you can always double the amount of vodka, and just use a splash of juice for the taste.

Also, a non-alcoholic version, which I also enjoy is to fill a glass with ice about 2/3 or a little less with orange juice, add passion fruit juice and pineapple juice as your taste prefers, then add a splash of seltzer or sprite for a little bubbly. Adding some grenadine to this is also fun and pretty! Stir it up and you’re good to go!

You’ll definately feel like you’re at the beach when sipping either of these drinks!

Pierced!

“I really need some ice cream. Chocolate. Maybe a milkshake. Is there anywhere to get it around here?” I asked Gabriel as soon as I reached his place.

Traffic had not been my friend that Friday. I missed a doctor’s appointment because of standstill traffic on 78 (even before it was closed) which caused me to drive for 3 hours with no purpose. Then on my way to the train station to go see Gabriel, I missed two, count them- 2, trains into the city because of rush hour traffic directly in front of the station.

Plus it was hot and humid and it made me all sticky.

There wasn’t an ice cream shop so I settled on chocolate milk and Haagen Daz Cookie Dough from the grocery mart.

We returned to Gabriel’s place and I stripped down to my tank top and underwear trying to get cool and not be so sticky.

“Maybe I should turn on the air?”
“Oh my God yes!”

The machine worked its magic quickly and efficiently and Gabriel and I quickly found ourselves naked after putting the ice cream away.

He kissed me with such a sweetness and gentleness. On my lips. Down my neck. My nipples.

He trailed kisses down my stomach and sucked my clit in his mouth. His tongue slowly circled it making me moan softly. He flicked it faster and faster until I came in his face, my toes curled, my back twisted.

Gabriel would be the last one to suck on my naked clit.

And then he was in me. His cock slid in effortlessly and he plunged into me. He held me close as our bodies rubbed against each other, building sweat on the hot summer night. My body shuddered as I came again.

I was on my hands and knees and I felt the cool liquid hit my ass. Gabriel spread it around before pushing into me. I moaned into the bed as he fucked me. My pussy throbbed and ached to cum. Gabriel’s hand covered mine as my fingers rubbed my clit. I felt my ass and pussy spasm and I wanted to scream, but held back to avoid disturbing the neighbors.

He cock was in my mouth and his hands held my cheeks as he pumped in and out of my mouth. I could feel the calluses on his fingers from his guitar playing rub against my skin. He pumped faster and I slackened my jaw as he fucked my face. He jerked deep in my throat and I felt the hot, salty fluid flow down my throat. It was the first time I’d seen Gabriel cum, in fact.

His arms wrapped me tight as we drifted off to sleep.

It was early morning, too early for a Saturday when we woke up for our morning fuck.

We drifted back to sleep and my excitement dragged Gabriel out of bed and into the shower a little after 11.

Why was I so excited? Because I was finally getting my piercing!

“Ok, you can touch me on the air conditioned train, just not here,” I told Gabriel as we waited on the hot platform for the downtown train.

It took forever to get down to St. Mark’s. Or well my anticipation just made it seem that way. Though we were coming from Washington Heights in all fairness.

We walked around, Gabriel giving me a tour of lower Manhattan since I ‘m not a frequent visitor.

“And now we’re in the East Village” he said as we crossed Broadway. (?)

We were on our way to get Gabriel his morning caffeine fix (since I was tired of repeating myself) when we were stopped by a Greenpeace vulture. Well she was kinda nice, so maybe I shouldn’t say vulture.

“Can I talk to you guys about Greenpeace for a moment?”

Damn and the Starbuck’s was in sight too!

“Um sure, but walk with us to Starbucks,” Gabriel said.

She gave us her spiel and somehow managed to get Gabriel to sign up. I was thankfully without an income and thus had a good excuse.

Forms filled out and coffee in hand we make our way down St. Mark’s to the piercing studio, Andromeda.

“Look at that, you can see his balls!” Gabriel pointed out as we passed a hobo.
“Eww! You can! Oh God that’s disgusting! That’s the most vile thing I’ve seen on the streets of New York! Eww!!”
“Think we should go tell him?”
“He probably already knows!”

“She wants to get her hood pierced,” Gabriel blurts out as soon as we walk in the shop.
“Gabriel! At least wait until I’m all the way in!”
“Sorry, I just blurt things out. We wanted to see if we need to make an appointment.”
“No, you don’t need an appointment,” the shop girl told us.
“Ok, well were going to have breakfast first.”

“You really have no sense of decorum, do you?” I chide him over breakfast.
“No. Not really.”

“Oh God,” I said as we were finishing breakfast.
“What?”
“I think I’m gonna throw up. I’m so nervous now!”
“You’ll be fine.”
“I know, I know. Ok, let’s go before I chicken out.”

“Ok, I’m just going to clean the area and place a dot for positioning,” the piercer informed me as he sat between my legs. “How’s that look?” he asked handing me a mirror.
“Looks fine. I heard this doesn’t hurt that much, right?”
“Some people have said it’s like plucking eye brows.”
“Oh that doesn’t hurt!”
“Then this shouldn’t either! Now I’m going to place a receiving tube under the hood so I don’t pierce your clitoris.”
“Thank you,” I joked making Gabriel and the piercer laugh.
“I’ll count to three when I’m going to do the piercing.”
“Hand please, Gabriel,” I asked, grabbing it tight.
“One, two, three. Deep breath in.”
“Aaaahhh!! Fuck!” I said breathing out. Plucking eyebrows my ass!!
“And now I’m going to insert the jewelry” he said inserting the barbell and screwing on the end ball. “Here you go” he said handing the mirror to me.
“Oh my God it’s so pretty!” I exclaimed.

“It really didn’t hurt too much. Just when he put the needle through. And I didn’t even squeeze your hand that hard!”
“Um, yeah you did, but that’s ok.”
“Aww! I’m sorry! Ok, but still to muggy for you to be draped on me!”

Gabriel and I parted ways on the subway as I headed home and he headed to do laundry.

“Guess what baby, I’m pierced!” I e-mailed to Jefferson in Paris. I couldn’t wait until he was home and I could show him.

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Help Me Clay Aiken!

Just as we were finishing and our guests were leaving, Jefferson’s surprise had arrived. He met Farahnaz at the door as she was walking in. After they said their hellos, they came into the living room where she and I exchanged introductions.

(For those of you who don’t read Jefferson’s blog, Farahnaz is a beautiful Persian princess with a mile of leg and a very engaging personality. She also happens to be a post-op transsexual, But who could tell really?)

Farahnaz, Mitzi, and I all went and sat on the terrace and I listened in as the two friends caught up. Jefferson joined us after having set up for the party.

“Is everyone getting on well out here?”
“Yes,” I nod.
“I was just filling them in on my jack ass soon to be ex-husband,” Farahnaz said.
“I’m sorry to hear that,” Jefferson responded.

The phone rang, signaling the arrival of someone else and Jefferson got up to let them in.

One by one guests arrived, including everyone’s favorite, Mmm…Mark (at my special request), a young and very shy Russian boy, Andrei, and another fellow, Larry.

As everyone was socializing, I helped Jefferson make dinner. He assembled the nachos, double layer mind you, as I chopped vegetables for the salad. Remembering my strawberries in the fridge, I gathered my ingredients to make my daiquiris.

I filled the blender with as much ice as Jefferson had. Which wasn’t much. Ok, so they’d have to be small drinks.

“Why don’t you have more ice?”
“I thought about getting a bag, but as you can see, there isn’t much room.”
“Hmm…true. Well you’ll just have to drink your bourbon warm tonight.”

I packed in the strawberries and my own special blended daiquiri mix, adding extra liquid to stretch it out and get a little more. I manage 4 old-fashioned sized glasses.

I took two to the terrace and offered to Mitzi and Farahnaz.

“Here you go ladies,” I said handing them each a glass.
“Thanks, Avah” Mitzi said putting her cigarette down.
“Oh! I forgot to add booze! Do you want booze?”
“What is there to add?” Mitzi asked.
“Tequila.”
“Oh, well, we do have our wine. It’s Ok.”
“You sure?”
“Yep” they both nodded.
Mitzi took a sip.
“How is it?”
“Excellent! Thanks so much!”

I returned back inside to check on the status of the nachos. I was starving. I tried being healthy at lunchtime just having salad, fruit, and water with my sister in-law. Fuck that. I needed greasy, cheesy junk food.

“How do they look?” Jefferson asked me, opening the oven.
“Perfect.”

He set them on the table and we gave them a taste.

“Maybe we should tell everyone else the food’s ready,” I said, starting to fill a plate.
“Good point” he agreed, taking another bite.
“You go tell them” I insisted, pulling another cheesy chip.
“Ok, ok. Food’s ready, guys” he announced to the people in the living room and terrace.
“Hey, these are kinda spicy. What’s in them?” I asked.
“Probably the salsa.”
“Hmm…” I thought. Oh yeah!
“Sour cream!” we both cried out at the same time.

After everyone gathered their plates, we all sat around the living room. Mark filled us in with a story of a spur of the moment orgy after watching a world cup soccer game.

Once we finished eating, Jefferson, Mark, Mitzi, and I went back to the dark, candlelit bedroom.

Mitzi and I stood next to each other, across from Jefferson and Mark, and my hand brushed hers as we watched them kiss briefly. They broke apart and began kissing us.

Mark leaned down, put his hands on my hips, and pulled me into him. My fingers ran through his hair as we kissed. I noticed next to me Mitzi on her knees in front of Jefferson.

Mark and I continued kissing, breaking only to slowly undress.

Mitzi and Jefferson moved to the bed to fuck.

The last piece of clothing left on Mark was his boxer briefs. I peeled them off and kneeled in front of him, taking his cock in my mouth. My tongue swirled around his shaft and I felt him grow harder. My head bobbed down the length of him until my nose pressed against his groin. After a little while of that, he pulled me up and motioned me towards the bed.

I lied down on the bed as Mark fetched a condom. He climbed on the bed and on top of me. He pushed himself inside me, making me moan. My hands ran over his tight, soccer-toned body as he thrusted into me. I tried to wrap my legs around him, but had to be careful not to bump into Jefferson and Mitzi. His pelvis rocked against my clit and I soon came grabbing him tight and still holding him as he came just after.

Mark got up to clean up and I turned to watch Jefferson fucking Mitzi.

Though I couldn’t just watch.

My mouth found its way to one of Mitzi’s nipples and my finger, the other. She moaned loudly as Jefferson thrust hard into her and my tongue flicked her nipple.

God, I really do love breasts.

Eventually, at some point, Jefferson’s cock found its way to me. I remember craving for him to be rougher- to slap me, choke me, or hold me down or something! I didn’t get why he was being so vanilla!

“Want Mitzi to beat you?” he asked me.
“Absolutely.”
“Mmm, good” Mitzi purred. “Turn over,” she ordered me.
I turned over and lied on my stomach.
“On your knees, Avah,” she corrected.
I pulled my knees under me and glanced at Mark in front of me and Jefferson sitting in a chair before Mitzi slipped a blindfold over my eyes.
“Can you see anything?”
I shook my head no. She then said something that made me laugh.
“Are you laughing at me? It’s not a good idea to be laughing at me right now,” she said in my ear as she pushed my head into the mattress.

Mitzi stood up and walked behind me. Her hands stung against my ass as they warmed my skin up. Being blindfolded, all I could do was listen as Mitzi moved around, picking up implements from Jefferson’s arsenal.

I flinched, moaned, and squirmed as she beat me. Occasionally Mark would run his hands over my shoulders, soothing me.

One strike went astray, catching me on the stomach and made me flinch.

“I think you may be wrapping a little sweetie” Jefferson interjected.
“Oh that’s a fancy term, you read a book or something?” Mitzi responded, but adjusting her aim.

When she finished, Mitzi climbed on the bed pulling me into her arms. Her cold hands ran over my warm flesh as I began to leave subspace.

“I think I want me a spanking like that,” Mark said.
“I can probably do that for you,” Jefferson offered.

Mark moved lower on the bed and positioned himself on his hands and knees.

Jefferson gave him a few quick slaps before picking up the slapper.

I watched in awe as Jefferson brought it down hard against Mark’s ass. This was the first time I’ve ever seen Jefferson beat someone (I’ve always been on the receiving end) and God it was the hottest thing in the world!

My own body jumped when the leather made impact, knowing full well what its subject was feeling. Mark moaned as Jefferson smacked him, but if you listened closer, you could hear he was really saying “Gooooaaaaaalllll…”

Mark was hit with a particularly hard strike, making him cry out.

“Help me Lord!”
“Lord can’t help you tonight!” Jefferson remarked.
“Help me Clay Aiken!”

We all burst into laughter, not knowing where that even came from!

Mark took only a couple more before he had had enough.

The room began to clear; Mitzi for a smoke, Mark for some bourbon, and Jefferson and I found ourselves alone.

It was getting late and I needed to be leaving soon because I had class the next day. I wanted to fuck Jefferson once more before he went away for the month.

“Baby, I’m gonna miss you when you’re away” I said kissing him.
“I know. Me too. But I’ll be back before you know it” he assured me. “Turn over, I’m gonna fuck your ass.”

I shook my head no.

“No? You want me to do it the regular way?”

I shook my head yes.

“So old-fashioned.”

Jefferson grabbed a condom and pulled me to the corner of the bed. He pushed my legs back and slammed into me making me cry out.

He fucked me slow at first. Kissing me and caressing me, his hand brushed back my hair.

His hands moved to my breasts, grabbing them tight as he fucked me faster.

Then to the insides of my thighs, spreading them wider.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and angled my hips higher.

Jefferson grabbed a shoulder and pushed it down into the bed.

His hand came lightly across my cheek. Exactly what I had been craving.

“Finally!” I cried.

He slapped me again. Much, much harder.

And again. And another two on either cheek.

I winced feeling the fire surging through my cheeks.

And another fire surging to my pussy.

My fingers had crept to my clit and started rubbing it. I could feel I was close, but my body was going to make me work for that last orgasm.

I rubbed my clit as fast as I could as Jefferson fucked me hard, grabbing and pulling at me.

My breath caught in my throat as I felt it right there.

“Come on, come on!” Jefferson growled.

At that, I came hard, my pussy clamping down around Jefferson’s cock and I screamed hard, my fingernails digging into his flesh.

My hips made one final jerk pushing Jefferson from me.

I found myself tight in Jefferson’s arms a moment later.

I wasn’t really keen on leaving because I was not happy about starting summer classes the next day.

Mitzi walked in the room to get something and I called to her to cuddle with us.

“I’m gonna go smoke on the terrace.”
“Pwweeeaaase!”
“Oh how can I resist that face” she said climbing on the bed.

I turn from Jefferson and snuggle into Mitzi.

I would have been most content to just fall asleep between the two of them. Stupid school.

“You know it’s almost 1:00” Mitzi, my designated clock watcher, informed me.
“Ok, ok. I’ll get dressed when it hits the 1:00” I said snuggling in closer.

A little after one I forced myself to crawl out of bed and I slipped my clothes on and tried to neaten my disheveled hair. I gathered my penis and other things and Jefferson and Mitzi walked me to the door.

“That was fun tonight” I said kissing and hugging Mitzi goodnight.
“It was! Let me know how classes are tomorrow.”
“Will do. And you have fun with all your world gallivanting” I said to Jefferson.
“I will.”
“Oh I’m just gonna miss you!” I moaned squeezing him tight.
“Me too. Me too,” he said kissing my forehead.

I said my final goodbye and slipped out the door to retrieve my car.

I walk to the garage and hand someone my ticket.
“Uh…wat time?” the attendant asks me.
I look at the card and it only says 11:30, no indication of AM or PM.
“11:30 AM” I honestly replied. Shoot. Why am I too good to lie?
“AM?” he asked, processing what I said.
“Yes, AM.”
He looked at the chart. Oh he wasn’t getting it.
“The morning?” I added to clarify.
“Oh, the morning! $35.”
Damn my honesty!

I hopped in my car and sailed out of the city. I had just gotten through the tunnel when I realized I had forgotten my belt. Aw crap.

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Orange Isn’t Anybody’s Color

Now back to our storyline

It was another two weeks again before I got to see Jefferson. Our plans one morning had gotten cancelled by uncontrollable circumstances- his daughter getting sick. So I had to wait until the following orgy night. I was a little miffed how it worked out I only got to see Jefferson those nights that month, but I had a great consolation prize of getting to do a bukkake show with Mitzi before hand.

Deciding to kill two birds with one trip into the city I made plans to see my visiting sister in-law and niece since they stay only a few blocks from Jefferson.

I met my sister in-law, Avah (yes, we have the same name) and the youngest niece Abigail at their place to go for lunch. The two older girls were at summer camp. I knocked on the door and Abigail opened it and wrapped her arms tight around my hips.

“Auntie!”
“Hi Abigail!” I say picking her up (which becomes increasingly difficult each year!)
“Hi there” I say kissing my sister in-law.

As soon as Abigail puts her shoes on we all leave to go to lunch. I chat with Avah and Abigail about what’s gone on in the past year since I saw them last.

“So, are you still seeing that guy you were with last year?” Avah asks me, diving right into the good stuff.
“Who, Mike? Nah, I ended that a long time ago. I started seeing someone in the fall, but broke up with him because he was so immature and lied about everything.”
“What did he lie about?”
“His job, his religion, and other stuff.”
“Wow. That’s definitely no good.”
“So, you dumped him?” my six year old niece asks me.
Avah and I make a face at each other and laugh. The things kids know!
“Yes, I dumped him.”

I chat with Abigail about school and the art and chemistry programs she’s in at the moment. She tells me about an experiment they did the other day seeing the different viscosity’s (her word) of water, oil, and soap. Honest to God she’s 6!

After lunch we part ways at Jefferson’s street as Avah and Abigail head uptown to where Abigail’s program is.

I immediately call my mom to report the details of the lunch. I was extremely disappointed to have learned Avah and my brother and the girls would not be coming to visit my parents and me this summer like last year. I would only get to see them for an afternoon at my other brother’s. Since I only get to see everyone once a year because my brother works and lives in Asia, I always hope to spend a few days with them at a time. It was a struggle to fight back the tears as I searched for a book to read at the neighborhood Barnes and Noble. After picking out a book though, I find somewhere outside to read until it’s time to meet with Jefferson.

When 3:30 rolls around, I pack my book up and walk the few blocks to his building. He buzzes me in and Mitzi lets me in.

“Where’s Jefferson?”
“Bathroom.”
“Hurry up in there! I have to pee!” I shout down to him.

I jump in as soon as he gets out and once I finish I make my proper hellos to Mitzi and Jefferson.

“Woah, nice shirt” I say about Jefferson’s Roofus concert shirt.
“You like?”
“It’s um, very orange.”
“So?”
“Well, orange just doesn’t look good on anybody sweetie. And, well, you look gay.”
“Yeah, I gave you the shirt, and I’d have to agree” Mitzi says.
“You say I look gay wearing my Roofus shirt, but not when sucking cock?”

We all laugh.

I brought strawberries and my own special blended daiquiri mix for later that night and go put it away in the fridge.

I sit down on the couch next to Mitzi as Jefferson sits at his computer and go through the awfulness of my week. First we gave my dog away. Then my cat drowns! Next I hear my best friend from high school is going to rehab. And then I find out one of my oldest friends had bad test results on her pap smear and might have cancer! And finally the disappointment about my family! Except for lamenting about all this, I’m not very chatty. Really, I’m just trying not to burst into tears.

Soon Mitzi leaves to go walk and feed her pooch before the party. After she goes, Jefferson finishes at the computer and comes and sits on the couch my me. He quietly takes me in his arms and the tears start trickling down. We stay like this as I just quietly let the tears go.

“Shall we go back to the bedroom?” he asks after a bit.
“Yeah” I say quietly.

Jefferson holds out his hand and helps me up. As he leads me back, I wipe the tears off my face. We undress slowly and climb into bed. I go straight into his arms as he kisses me all over. I squeeze him tight, not wanting to let go. Because I hadn’t seen him in 2 weeks. And because it was the last time I was seeing him before he went away for the month.

He rolls on top of me and holds me just as tight. I open my legs for him, wanting him inside me. As though he read my mind, Jefferson grabs a condom, slips it on, and pushes inside me. I moan softly and bury my face in his shoulder. His arms encircle me and his head rests on mine as we make love slowly.

We stay close like this for awhile until the intensity beings to build and he sits back to fuck me harder. My body gives over to the pleasure and soon I grab him tight and cry out as I cum.

After a couple hours of fucking, with breaks here and there, Jefferson gets dressed to get some food for the night.

“Anything you might be in the mood for?”
“Nachos!”
“Alright, that does sound good.”

I stay in bed and rest for awhile until Mitzi arrives a little before 7.

“Where’s Jefferson?” she asks, kissing me hello.
“Grocery shopping.”
“Well, it’s a good thing you were here then to let me in!”

Jefferson arrives shortly after and I help him put away the groceries.

A little after 7, our guests start arriving. The first 2 arrive within seconds of each other and the 5 of us sit in the living room and chat while we wait for the others who confirmed.

After waiting for awhile for the others, we decided to just start without them. Since Jefferson wasn’t an active participant tonight, he could still get the door if need be.

——–

I fucked Mitzi and the 2 boys came. I don’t feel like writing about it anymore for private reasons. Maybe I’ll go back one day and write it if things ever get resolved. But I wanted to get this post up and move on with the story, finishing the night and so forth.

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Yes, Please!

“I have to run out for a minute and get some stuff for tonight” Jefferson says to me.
“What do you need?”
“Condoms and some wine.”
“Oh yes, extremely important! Can I come too?”
“Of course.”

We leave the apartment and as soon as we step outside, Jefferson’s cell rings. It’s Mitzi and she’s on her way!

We meet her on a corner a block from Jefferson’s and the three of us make our way to the drug store and the liquor store.

“Oh those are my favorite” I say to Jefferson as he picks out Durex Extra Sensitive.
“Yeah?”
“Mmmhmm…I highly recommend them!”
I laugh to myself at the three of us buying condoms.

Jefferson, Mitzi, and I return back to the apartment and watch as Jefferson starts straightening up for the party. That’s right. We just watch. He starts in the back room, and my jaw just drops when I see the mess his kids have left behind. Clothes, pillows, stuffed animals, and food are everywhere.

“Jefferson! Don’t your kids clean at all?”
“They did. A little.”

Mitzi and I just raise our eyebrows at each other.

A little tired from waking up early that morning for my doctor’s appointment, I decide to go lay on Jefferson’s bed and close my eyes for a bit before everyone else start arriving.

“Oh Avah!” Mitzi calls out to me after only a few moments.
“Yes?”
“What are you doing?”
“Taking a nap.”
“Come in here with us!”

I go into the back room and find Jefferson and Mitzi on the futon. Her dress is pulled down and Jefferson is sucking on a nipple as his fingers disappear under her red lace panties.

“Would you suck on my nipple? Please?” she asks softly as I get closer.

I climb on the bed and lie on the other side of Mitzi. I pull her bra down, exposing her breast, and take her nipple in my mouth. She moans softly as I flick my tongue over it. Jefferson changes position to between Mitzi’s legs. He pulls her panties down her legs and tosses then to the side.
He sucks her clit in his mouth and she lets out a loud moan. I keep my mouth on her nipple, my fingers sometimes wandering to play with her other one. My eyes go back and forth from watching him to watching her.

Mitzi had said a few days later, and I agreed, that there was something really nice about the three of us together like that. I don’t know what it was. I’d never felt that kind of energy in multiple person situations before, but I really liked it.

Jefferson keeps eating her out for awhile. Mitzi eventually switches to his thigh to finish the job.

Soon guests start arriving. Emma is first, and heads straight to the bourbon to de-stress from work. Next arrives and interesting fellow whom Jefferson knows. It’s his first time and he’s a little nervous. It’s kinda cute. He’s concerned with protocol and asks a bunch of questions about when to undress and where, and other questions of the sort. I check him out, but ultimately decide he’s not my type. Nate is last to arrive. We spend a little while talking before retiring to the bedroom.

But the night ends up being rather uneventful for me. (You were expecting a play-by-play here, weren’t you?) I end up only fucking Jefferson that night. It’s not on purpose this happens. But I’m not too bothered that’s how it ended up being. I at least got to satisfy my voyeur side watching everyone else. Towards the end of the evening I ask for a beating and Emma takes the reigns.

And as always, there’s the food portion of the evening. Jefferson cooks up some raviolis for everyone. We all chat nicely over our dinner, but I can feel myself fading. But as soon as Jefferson places a bowl of Oreos in front of me, my eyes light up. (I have a very big sweet tooth, lol.)

“Baby, do you have any milk?”
“Sure do.”
“Can you bring me a glass when you get up?” I ask sweetly.
He looks at me funny, but I just smile at him. He is closer to the kitchen after all. And I said when he gets up.

After enjoying some cookies and milk I eventually retire to the couch. Around midnight Mitzi comes and kisses me goodnight. Seeing everyone else is still at the table talking, I decide to go steal Jefferson’s bed.

“Are you going to bed sweetie?” he asks me after I’ve settled under the covers.
“Mmmhmm” I nod.
“Ok, I’ll be in later” he says kissing my head.

I fall fast asleep and don’t stir until I feel him climb in bed next to me. I notice the time on the clock and it’s almost 2:30.

“Oh! I didn’t say goodbye to anyone!”
“It’s Ok” he assures me.
“You were gone for awhile.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, I went to bed at 12.”
“Oh wow, you’re right. Well I fucked Emma and that boy for a bit.”
“I missed you fucking a boy! Darn it!”
“There’ll be plenty more times in the future, don’t worry.”

We quickly fall asleep and stay so until morning. Jefferson wakes before his alarm, but I stir when he gets up. I try to fall back asleep, but can’t. I tread out to the livingroom and find Jefferson sitting in Emma’s lap.

“Morning” I say sleepily.
“Morning” Emma says.
“Do you want some coffee?” Jefferson offers me.
“No thanks, don’t drink it.”

I plop on the couch next to Emma and try to wipe the sleep from my eyes. I laugh at Jefferson as Emma plays roughly with his nipples. Of course he winces if you simply touch them.

Emma and I chit chat as Jefferson showers and dresses. She tells me about her job and plans for graduate school. Soon it’s time for her to get to work and she kisses us goodbye.

Jefferson follows only a few minutes after to go to a function at his son’s school.

“Now I should be back in an hour, hour and a half.”
“Have fun!” I say giving him a kiss.

I look around, not used to being alone there, and not sure what to do first. I decide on breakfast and rummage through Jefferson’s cabinets until I find some cereal. I make myself a bowl and settle in front of the computer to check my e-mail and do a little blogging. After awhile I see Jefferson should be returning soon and I go shower and freshen up. I’m laying in bed trying to nap when I hear the apartment door unlock and open.

“How was it?” I ask as he climbs in bed with me.
“It was very nice. The kids did a nice job.”
“That’s good.”

He undresses and grabs me tight once he climbs back in bed.

“So, I’m going to need a good beating today. Emma’s was a little light handed and leaves me wanting.”
“I think I can manage that. Do you want marks?”
“Yes please!”

We kiss and make love for awhile. I cum a few times before he switched to my ass. I cum again before we take a short break before my beating.

“What are you thinking?” I ask him since he’s so quiet.
“If I should tie you up for this or not.”
Oh I hope he does!
“Yeah, definitely tied.”

I lay at the end of the bed and watch as he gets rope to bind me with. He starts with my wrists, pulling them behind my back. Then he kicks my legs apart and ties my ankles to the bed frame corners. I can feel my clit throb and my pussy drip in anticipation.

And rightly so because the ensuing events were very steamy. The heat radiating from my ass of course. Jefferson starts by warming me up quickly with his hand. He moves to the slapper and makes contact with every inch of my skin. He switches implements and strikes me with it making me cry out loudly.

“Ahh! What the fuck is that?”
“It’s the crop.”
“Oh shit!” I never knew the crop could hurt like that!

Jefferson strikes me hard again and again all over my ass.

He gets me in a sensitive spot making me twist and cry out. “I hate you!”
He strikes me again in the same spot. “You’re just mean!”

He crops my calves making me kick and fight against my bindings.

He throws down the crop and starts fucking my ass. My clit is aching and I need to cum so badly.

“Undo my wrist, please” I ask him.

He quickly unties it and I send it between my legs and rub my clit with such verocity until I scream as I cum.

I lay panting and still shaking on the bed as Jefferson undoes the rest of my bindings. He lays down on the bed and I gingerly climb into in his arms as he holds me extra tight.

“I don’t really hate you” I say laughing.
“I know.”

I nearly pass out from exhaustion and Jefferson and I sleep tight like this for awhile.

He gets up before me and covers me with a blanket before leaving. I rest a bit more before getting up. I find him typing away at his computer.

“My ass hurts.”
“Let me see.”
I turn around for him.
“Ooh, yeah. That’s red.”
“And hot.”

Jefferson feeds me my favorite tuna sandwich he makes before I leave and make my way home.

I plop on the couch as soon as I get there, too tired to do anything else, and make it an early night.

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A Lesson in the Fine Art of Whipping

I feel very light headed and very hungry from not eating since that morning. Combine that with all the fucking and cumming I was doing and you have a girl in some serious need of some sustanence!

“I need a sandwhich!” I say aloud as I pull myself off the bed and throw on my boxer shorts and tank top, clearing the room as most everyone else did. The crowd scatters taking smoking, bathroom, and drinking breaks. I head to the kitchen and rummage through Jefferson’s cabinets in search of peanut butter and jelly. I assemble my sandwhich, pour myself a glass of milk and listen quietly to the conversation in the livingroom. Filthy Gorgeous comes on the stereo at one poing, and it’s the first time I’m hearing the song, but I love it immediately.

“Oh my God, this song is awesome! Who sings it?” I ask Mitzi.
“Scissor Sisters” she replies.
“I love it! You can’t help but dance to it!” I say dancing in my seat.
“How was your sandwhich?” Jared asks me.
“Mmm, really good. Totally hit the spot. I’m trying to decide if I’m still hungry.”
“I might have to make one for myself. Can I make you one too?”
“Hmm…I think half would be good actually.”
“Sure thing.”
“Thank you!”
I take a quick trip to the bathroom and when I come out Jared hands me a half a PB&J. After I finish, I step out on the terrace to see what everyone else is up to.

Mitzi’s smoking a cigarette standing next to Viviane, Meg is sitting, sipping her drink, and Jefferson’s seated in the corner with Emma in his lap. He smiles at me when he sees me appear.

“I finished your milk.”
“That’s Ok.”
“I needed it to go with my peanut butter and jelly sandwhich.”
“Was it good?”
“Mmmhmmm.”
“Would you refill my bourbon, please.” he says handing me his glass.
I smile and take it from him.
“Three fingers, two cubes” he tells me. Duh.
“Yes, Jefferson.”

I don’ t know why, but it feels really good that he asked me to get his drink. Makes me feel a little bit submissive I guess. I go into the kitchen and pop two ice cubes out of the tray and drop them into his glass. I pour the burbon until it’s three fingers high and return it to him.

Jared finds me on the terrace.
“Do you want to go back to the bedroom?” he asks me.
“Sure” I say following him.
Feet tred behind us as the rest of the crowd gets similar ideas.

I undress and lie on the bed; Jared following suit. W’re laying width wise across the bed with Mark and Meg next to us. Jared and I kiss and soon he’s hard and I’m wet. He slips a condom on and since he’s on the longer side, I warn him “not too deep.”

My head leans back and I smile at Jefferson seated behind me.

Jared grabs my hips for leverage as he pushed into me. My back arches and my pelvis moves with his. I pull it back though every once in a while when he gets too close to being too deep. Soon I feel my muscles tense up signaling the the nearing orgams. I lift my hips off the bed as his pelvis rocks against my clit and I grab him tight as my body shudders.

As my breathing returns to normal, he asks, “Should I stop?”
“No, just go slow like this.”
“Cool. I like going slow like this. It’s nice, and intimate.”

I cringe on the inside. Well we all know how I am about intimacy. But I also think he may have an incy bit of a crush on me. And while I think he’s very nice and certainly attractive, there isn’t much beyond a sexual attraction for me.

After a few minutes we pick up the pace again until Jared cums. He pulls out and I’m done. My pussy is going to bed for the night.

My ass on the other hand is just aching for a beating. Yours is too, Meg? Great! Let’s do it together then!

The bed is cleared save for Meg and me as we lay face down side by side. Our hands find one another up by our heads and grab hold as Jefferson gets out his arsenal.

He starts on both of us with just his hand to warm us up. The rest of the night blurs into a hazy memory as I quickly slip into subspace I love fucking in front of other people, but I love even more being beat for an audience. Jefferson stands behind us, and out of my peripheral vision. Since I can’t really see him at all, I can’t know which one of us is going to on the recieving end of his blow. This makes my skin tingle and heightens my sense of anticipation. He doesn’t seem to follow any sor of pattern either so it’s impossible to tell where the strap will land.

OMG I love it.

When the cat lands on my skin, my hand squeezes Meg’s. When it hits her, I flinch myself, feeling for her.

As Jefferson works his implements on us, Mark takes one of the tealights from a shelf and drips it over our backing making us moan and yelp. Viviane is taunting that Meg can take it harder as she runs the crop over her skin.

“Avah, would you mind if I teach Jeared to beat you?” Jefferson asks me.
“Not at all!”
Jefferson hands Jared a smaller, easier to handle whip and gives him Anatomy 101: avoid the kidneys, spine and don’t let the whip wrap on the sides.
“And every so often check in with the person to make sure everything’s OK”
Jared starts under Jefferson’s watchful eye, only having his aim corrected once or twice. Emma takes over on Meg.

Jared’s hits have a good amount of force. Lighter than Jefferson’s but harder than Mitzi or Emma. Jefferson sits my by head brushing his hands over my hair and Jared strikes at a nice easy pace. They both check in with me often and each time I ask for more. It only stops once Jared gets tired.

“Jefferson, could I have some of the can please?” Meg asks.
“Of course. Avah, would you like it too?”
“Yes please.”

My night finishes with several strokes from the cane, each making me yelp and jump. Oh I do hope there will be some marks. Hehehe.

Too exhausted to move, I just chill at the end of the bed and watch as Meg and Jefferson and Mark and Viviane fuck.

Soon Mitzi kisses me good boy as she has to get home and the rest of the crowd follows soon after. Meg and I are the only ones left in bed. Jeffers goes around the apartment turning off lights abd blowing out candles before climbing into bed with us.

I’m contentedly snuggled in the middle. But soon Meg leaves and goes to sleep in the other room. Jefferson is already out and doesn’t notice. I feel guilty that I’m taking her place in his bed. I struggle with whether or not I should tell her to go back with Jefferson, but my selfishness for wanting to sleep next to him gets the better of me.

Jefferson and I wake around 9:30 the next morning since I have to be at work downtown at 11 and I need to shower before I go. Well of course we have to fuck a little before I go. I find my first orgasm in the first half hour, and get a second soon after.

“You’re going to be late for work” Jefferson says noticing it’s already 10:30.
“Yeah, I know. But I wanna keep fucking.”

So we do. And soon Jefferson grabs me tight and mumbles quickly “I’m gonna cum” before grunting and thrusting further into me.

I do just love when he cum, but it happens so infrequently unfortunately for me.

We eventually make our way out of bed at 11 and I hop in the shower before making my way to work (an hour late, and no one even notices) as just a breather before heading to Gabriel’s that night.

Oh goody- more sex. I’m just gonna need a nap first…

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