Eva goes hunting

Happy New Year, I'm outta here

2009-12-29T06:00:00.000-08:00

Dear friends:

This is my last post.

Don’t panic, this has not been caused by any alarming reasons, I didn't get caught or any of those scary situations (knock on wood). As hard as this might be to believe, I've just run out of stories, plain and simple. Recently, life has become too much work and too little fun, hence my lack of material. Actually, the time I should spend looking for new adventures has been diverted to writing my old adventures.. one can't do it all and I need to get my fun, you understand.

Yes, yes, well there’s Becky I know I told you about her, but really I’m just getting started with her and who knows how long it will take for me to bed that one - if ever. And I won’t be that cruel as to keep you waiting for what could be weeks or months or… eternity.

Although I'm turning the blog page for now, I promise that if ever there is a story, either good or bad worth sharing, you’ll be the first to know. Besides, I’ll be around, I’m not going anywhere, I’ll just go back to the shadows where I was for long time before I decided to open my own shop, the shadows from where I quietly, faithfully and admiringly read and developed crushes on so many of you.

Thanks to all who have inspired me one way or ...both ways, you know what I mean: Miss I., Coquette, Confessor, Cate, Will, Me, Andy, Lakey, TuesdayMalone, Missy, Kevin, Rainy, Ella, Gaz, Aoefe, Dewey, Trinidad, Diable .. the list goes on and on- just look at my sidebar-. Some of them are gone, some are still around, and surely there's always new sluts on the block. Hmm. Am I forgetting someone? ah, yes: Special thanks to Riff of course, for his encouragement, for his spankings and for his friendship.

I’m looking forward to the extra time that will allow me to catch up with everybody's stories and to write comments, offer my two cents and dispense unsolicited advice. Love it!
But you always know where to find me, on Y! or G! or H!,or AM!. I'm all over the alphabet! And if you ever visit town, I’d love to show you around :)

Perhaps it was all the Christmas caroling and too much chocolate, but I'm feeling all Dr Seuss-ey today, go figure. So I'll leave you with my farewell masterpiece, titled: Eva fucks a who?

A new year comes, a page is turned
my friends, best wishes for you all.
May new adventures come your way
full of erotic escapades.

Be naughty a little, it'll keep you young
with girls or boys, ass, pussy or cock
have tits and clits, or lips and tongues
whatever it's that floats your boat.

Twosome, threesome, orgy or more
nobody is watching, have it all!
as long as it's not solitaire,
because it's just more fun to share.

As AM's motto always says:
life is too short, have an affair
go out, enjoy, play, laugh, love, fuck
and do your best not to get caught.

Adios amigos!
Besitos,
Eva

This far and no further

2009-12-22T09:22:00.000-08:00

After we exchanged the courtesy emails about the party of three, I waited a couple of days to send Peggy an email asking her when would she be available to meet Spanky, either for lunch or coffee, whatever, I just wanted them to meet in person one time before scheduling the future fun-date: It took her two days to respond; give and take a few words:

Dear Eva,

Thank you for sharing yourself with us, for being so fun and for making our first threesome such a wonderful experience, it was really amazing blah blah blah(…) but my life is getting busy right now and I won’t be able to see you for a while. I’m going to have to say goodbye.

WTF?. Oh, really? Busy for a while and starting today huh? How convenient, you get busy right after you got what you wanted.

I was fuming! I was not about to be dumped by fucking email. So I gave her a call, this is pretty much what it boiled down to:

-“Hi, Peggy, so what was that email about?”- I asked
-“Um, nothing, it’s just that I got really busy, that’s all”- Totally off the tangent
- “Ah, ok”- I just remained quiet, giving her space to say whatever it was.
-“Oooh, Eva, can I still keep seeing you? Just you and me? I oh so want to keep seeing you, you’re so special to me”-
-“Umm, I’m confused, Peggy, what about our deal?”- Yes, I knew the answer already, but damn, I just wanted her to have the guts to tell it to my face.
-“Well, I don’t know, I’m not looking for a boyfriend”- she sounded offended
- “WHAT Boyfriend? Who’s talking about a boyfriend?” – really, I haven’t dealt with a coward this caliber in a long time
-“Well, I didn't go on AM looking for a guy and my husband won’t like it”- even more offended she replied
-“Your swinger hopeful husband, you mean? but Peggy, this was a deal between you and I. Why are you saying this now? - it was like speaking to a Martian, I couldn't understand a thing.
-“I want to keep seeing you, but just the two of us, just like before”- she insisted and refused to even touch on the subject at hand.
-“Hmm. but you’re not gonna do the threesome with us, even after I did the threesome with you and Jerry. That’s not fair, Peggy”- Fuck, I should have known!.
-“I told you, I don’t want a boyfriend, I just want a girl”. Stubbornly she insisted
“But. But. Peggy, why didn't you tell me this before? Why couldn't you be honest from the beginning. (you fucking cunt! you fucking liar user bitch)But o.k. Fine.
-“ So will I still see you again?”- she asked hopeful. Really, one has to be a total idiot or a total motherfucker to ask something like that (excuse my French, I get upset each time I remember)
-“No, Peggy. Listen, I can’t and won’t even try to force you to do anything you don’t want, but I have no desire in remaining your lover and I have no interest in your friendship either”- Users are not the kind of people I keep as friends you know.

Of course I wasn't as calmed then as the text above may suggest, but I didn't curse once, because, well, I'm three times a lady even when I'm fucking pissed. But I was hurt, I was sad, I felt used and humiliated, I felt stupid and taken advantage of. And what hurt me the most was that, perhaps naively I had let my guard down with Peggy because she was a woman. I let myself trust her, but I had a gut feeling all along that I refused to follow. Fuck, it had to be one my own gender the person who taught me the most painful lesson of betrayal. See? Whenever in the past when dealing with men, I keep my guard up; hell, I even expected the worst from men, but I’d never expect a stab like that coming from one of my own kind. Specially after I had been so nice to her. I beat myself up for a long time after, for being so nice and so willing and for putting so much work on that cunt (literally).

What upset me wasn't that much the fact that she backed out, I mean, I was not about to force anything on anybody, and I could have totally understood if she’d come to me with honesty, and told me about her doubts, hesitation or whatever. Sure, it would have been ideal had she told me before I joined them. But still, perhaps I wouldn't have liked it, but definitely I would have tried to understand. What upset me the most is that I felt she had been a human bait to get me into bed with her husband and that she didn't show any kind of remorse when disposing of me, fuck, she didn't even lay me down easy.

After that conversation was finished and once I got over my initial anger (took me a while), you have no idea how many times Spanky had to hear my bitter comments and how tender he was in helping me heal that wound; eventually I closed the Peggy chapter definitely, never to look back.

Or so I thought..

A week after, she started calling me, she started emailing me, she wanted me back, she wanted to see me, guess what? She seemed to have all the time in the world to (and for months after that) call me and write long sad emails about how much she missed me, oh my god, you won’t believe all the sad stories she told me trying to get my sympathy, how her marriage was in shambles, and how she had lost her libido, and she had lost all interest in sex, and how depressed she was and how much she thought of me… the list goes on and on. Funny though, not once she apologized... So after the sobs didn't have the effect she hoped for, she went on a moralistic attack against the fact that I had a lover. I'm telling you, it was ridiculous!.

Not too long ago, she even sent me an email reproaching me for posting a (very sexy) picture on my AM girl-girl profile and at that point I officially declared Peggy obsessed with me, or like Spanky called her, a jilted lover. I'm telling you, that girl can be intense!. But of course she misses me! and of course she wants me back and I bet you she'll never meet anyone remotely close to me, not just because I'm unbelievably hot (and modest) but because I'm truly kind and very giving. Oh, well, karma is a bitch!.

So this is it, this is how we get to the end of the Peggy saga, sadly it’s not the happy ending I know you were looking forward to, and trust me, it was even more disappointing for me (us).

And in case you're wondering, yes I'm still looking for that special girl, recently I started talking to Becky, oh, she's hot, very adventurous, a total slut and so much fun!. She's awoken a dominant instinct in me... and she seems game for everything! a real gem, this one looks like, but it's too soon to tell. With girs you never know. But my search is not over, so wish me luck, or even better, hook me up!

Los Tres

2009-12-16T08:36:00.000-08:00

We met at the usual mall, I parked my car and jumped on Peggy's car, she drove us to the hotel where Jerry, her husband was already waiting for us.

We exchanged salutes at the parking lot and trying to look less conspicuous, Peggy and I went up to the room first and a few minutes later Jerry followed.

I had brought some candles, and I took my time positioning them around the room so we'd have enough light to see somewhat clearly and enough darkness to not feel over-exposed. I was a little apprehensive about getting naked in front of a third person, I mean, usually with a lover we are both getting naked, or there is at least mutual participation in the discarding of clothes, or, well, even with Spanky, he'd give me directions; but this was going to be more of a show, and, I confess, that made me nervous and self conscious.

Peggy was very quiet, she seemed nervous as well, funny, again looking back, I think I just took my motherly role too seriously because I found myself talking her "up" and making sure she was comfortable. Jerry turned out to be more easygoing than I thought (man after all), we exchanged jokes and casual talk, he even complimented my legs and my dress. He had brought his ipod thingy and plugged it to the nightstand deck, offering me a quite good selection of music to choose from. I selected a flamenco-ey playlist, quite sexy. Let me tell you, for occasions like this, every detail counts and I appreciated this thoughtful gesture.

He sat quietly at the chair on the dark far corner diagonal to the bed, the light of the candles didn't illuminate him, which worked out great: I knew he was there but I couldn't see him.

Peggy and I jumped to the bed and we started kissing. Well, you know the story with Peggy, she was just as paralyzed as always; I wish I could have hit a "pause" button at that time, to ask Jerry if she was this passive even with him. no, wait, I was about to find out.

I was wearing a baby doll type of lingerie that I chose because it gave me a little more coverage and I needed that reassurance, specially at the beginning of the session. Peggy was wearing a lacy bra and panties set. First I removed her bra and I was going back and forth between kissing her mouth and playing with her breasts; this time I was a little bit more aggressive and after overcoming my fear of hurting her, I got to suck hard and bite a little at her nipples. Peggy was quiet, I was quiet (well, my mouth was busy) Jerry was behaving wonderfully, not a peep came from that direction, I even managed to forget about him at times. One more reason to be thankful for the music.

She slid down the straps of my camisole and also kissed and sucked at my breasts, too gentle at first, so I asked her to do it harder and she complied, increasing the intensity as my hand started traveling down her torso and into her panties to find her (you guessed it) very wet pussy.

It had been perhaps close to 10 minutes of us playing like this, semi dressed; by now I was feeling more comfortable and warmed up, besides, the exhibitionist in me was calling to get out. So, I removed my camisole and now we were both equally undressed. Just picture it: two woman kneeling in front of each other, kissing and pressing their tits together, wearing nothing but tiny - and soon to be removed-panties; mine were pink, hers black.

I started working my way down her, she laid down and I removed her panties and went to work at licking, sucking, biting and lapping at her pussy, Peggy got louder as I worked my magic tongue on her; I also was more aggressive with my fingers, fucking her with not one, but two of them (which actually felt ergonomically easier, btw).

So I finger fucked her simultaneously with my tongue and lips around her clit ; pretty much the same thing I had done in the past, except that I didn't spend that much time eating her out, soon I started working her with the vibrator in and out of her and it looked like finally she got into cum gear, or so it seemed, but to be quite honest, this time I didn't hear the right sequence, you know, there are the moans, then the loud screaming, then this chirping noise: Peggy had this cumming sound, like a bird; it was brief and low, and it was followed by a few seconds of silence. That was Peggy's cum sequence, this time she didn't get to the silence, so I'm not sure if she didn't cum or if she was being more vocal this time or what, probably his presence had something to do with it, surely is challenging to let go in front of an audience, regardless of whom it is, or, precisely for whom it is. Anyways, I wasn't sure that she had cum, but I was done.

After removing the vibrator out of her suction cunt, I got up and went to lay besides her, Peggy (as always) took her sweet time recovering from the orgasmic wave (yeah right), but there was no escape now, I mean, somebody was watching and it was her turn to put up the show and try to look good.

So, thanks to her husbands presence, I got to receive a few licks from Peggy, but darn, really, when someone is just not into it, it just doesn't feel right. But I was determined to make her work hard in front of her husband (ha ha) so I let her work down on me for a little bit longer, up until when she tried to insert a finger in me and it hurt so damn bad that I grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her away.

We kept kissing for a little bit longer, but by now it must have been what? close to an hour, I guess of us playing together. We needed to give that man something, I mean, she needed to give her man something. Besides, this was getting boring. So I leaned into Peggy and whispered in her ear: "Go bring Jerry here and show me how good you can suck him". Her eyes widened for a moment, she hesitated a bit, but after my encouragement she called out to him, Jerry got up and walked towards the bed, Peggy was sitting at the edge and her hands moved to unzip his pants.
-"get him naked" I said from the comfort of my pillow- now, this part was fun.

She helped him out of his clothes, he must have removed his shoes earlier, I guess, because he just walked out of his jeans easily.

And so Jerry stood by the bed as Peggy started to suck him; at first I sat behind her, my legs outside of hers, my breasts pressing against her back, my hands touching her breasts and playing with her nipples, my mouth kissing her neck and my eyes traveling from Jerrys' eyes that were looking at me intensely to Peggy's body. Then I removed myself from behind her and came to kneel next to her and closer to him. My hand traveled up and down his torso and his hand reached down to touch me. The poor guy must have been just too excited, I guess, because, ouch, for a first time touch on my nipples, that was quite hard..at some point Peggy must have moved away giving him room to bend down to kiss me. It was ok, a little bit sloppy, he kissed with a very open mouth, again, probably he was just too excited because, yup, that definitely felt like an anxious type of kiss.

The kiss was short, then Jerry pulled away from her and got on his knees, Peggy parted her legs wide and reclined back on my torso, I was behind her. His head dunked between her legs, his lips wrapping her pussy and I could guess his fingers digging into her, I let Peggy lay flat on her back and I knelt besides her, my mouth traveling from her lips to her neck to her breasts my hands caressing and playing with her breasts, or with her hair or her arms, kissing her, licking her, eating her all over. OOOH, Peggy was in heaven! Imagine, two mouths working on her, four hands traveling up and down her body... all she had to do was lay down and float in the pleasure....oooh I so wanted that too [to me, actually that moment was the highlight of the day- hot!]

Next Jerry laid flat on the bed and Peggy went back to work on his cock, here I had a better view of what she was doing, which was actually mostly working her hand on his shaft while her lips kept wrapped on his head. For the first time I had a full view of his cock and well, yes, I wanted to get more involved in the scene, so my hand replaced hers in traveling up and down his shaft, then my tongue intercepted with a few laps, Peggy moved her head away and allowed me room to position my lips around Jerry's cock and I gulped him down. It was quite easy, actually, he's one of those conveniently sized for easy deep throating. I had my eyes closed, but I could feel Peggy's face cheek to cheek with mine, and Jerry went into a heavenly silence, yup the kind most men go to at first when you take them deep in your throat. I gave him a few seconds of bliss and then moved away, not like I was planning or even interested in sucking him for a long time, I just wanted to be a good sport (ok, ok, perhaps show off a little) and show that girl that deepthroating is not that difficult. Gosh, that was nothing compared to ... anyways.

After I pulled away, Peggy sat on him, reverse-cowgirl position, I was facing her now, my knees outside his thighs, kissing her and playing with her breasts again; at one point I even bent down to lick her clit, but that was just really difficult do because she kept moving.

Now, that's when things got boring for me: up until that point I had made sure to be an active participant of the whole thing to an extent, but all of a sudden, he flipped Peggy on her back and he started fucking her fiercely... as they both got in sync, well, I felt left out. Yes, sure I had the vibrator at hand, but hm, well, the scene wasn't even that hot. He started pounding her like a madman, the man was working so hard, he started sweating profusely, drops of his sweat were flying! well, perhaps some of you find that hot, but to me it only looked yucky. Sweaty guys are not my thing, gosh, at some point I was tempted to tell him, "darling you're too heavy for such strenuous activity, here, wipe yourself and take a break".

Anyways, he pounded, she moaned and I watched. It was like watching life porn - the repetitive one-. They went at it for quite some time and not a hand reached out to me. Yes sure, I could have pushed myself between them, but, really? not only I had agree to this but they were discourteous enough to forget about their guest?. Fuck this shit.

Like she had read my mind, Peggy turned to me and asked me if I wanted Jerry to fuck me. What the fuck? just like that? ha, like he was agreeing to do me a big favor or something. Why didn't she invite him to eat me first? probably that would have made me more receptive (you bitch). I didn't like the way that suggestion made me feel, like I was a hired help. I mean, for a second I even considered how much I should charge for this... like she had told him, sure, I'll bring a girl so you can fuck her. Hellooo??! in order to fuck someone you have to work on getting them turned on first. You don't invite a woman into a threesome and expect her to be just ready to have a cock in her without putting the minimal effort. At least not in my book. "No thanks, I don't think I'm ready" was my response.

That was a great turn off, actually. Hell, this much I knew: that request should have come out of me , like, oh my god, I'm so turned on now, please fuck me!. Seriously, just because I agreed to a three play, doesn't mean I'm just so ready to spread my legs open just because he "offered his cock". fuck no, thank you very much.

They kept at their fucking, I kept watching and getting cold, frankly, I was so ready to go under the sheets, then he mumbled something to her and Peggy turned around, and said (wait for this) " Jerry wants to see me going down on you while he fucks me doggie style". Ok, perhaps things were turning in my favor now. I positioned myself on the bed, legs wide open and ready to welcome Peggy's mouth on me. Well, sure, her intentions appeared to be noble, only that all the time her face was just inches from my pussy, but she didn't bring her mouth down...and I even "played with her hair" kind of giving her the signal. It was even kind of funny, like she needed to keep moaning and talking instead of getting to work on me; besides, Jerry was pounding her so hard, it would have been impossible for her to stay on target (not like she tried). Pound. Pound. Pound. and Jerry came with a loud grunt.

I still had my hopes that now they would turn the tables on me, that he'd get to work at eating me or fingering me or something, while she kissed me, or vice-versa, as long as it was just like we had done it before on her, or on him. but no. He was done. They were done.

Jerry went to the bathroom to dry himself up and then we all laid in bed with Peggy in the middle, still I was hoping that she'd start kissing me and getting things warmed up again, I even kissed her to see if any of them got the hint that I wanted a little something more. But to no avail. So we talked for a little bit, then we got dressed and we left.

And that, ladies and gents, is how my first threesome went.

So, ok. It wasn't amazing, but still, it was interesting and one more experience for the record. Now I had done my side of the deal and the best part was yet to come...because one thing I knew for sure was that no matter how bad Peggy was, I could always count on Spanky to save the day.

A deal is a deal

2009-12-10T06:00:00.000-08:00

We were having a picnic, enjoying yet another sunny day together. Peggy and I had those kind of dates too, that was the friends part of our "thing", it was very enjoyable. We had frequent heart to heart conversations about our lives and the state of affairs at home, we shared a lot and got to know each other more intimately too.

As far as Peggy was concerned, she was totally satisfied sexually by her husband, for what she describe to me, he was one of the adventurous type, he'd bring up suggestions to try new things (including adding more people into their mix), always interested and ready for sex, loved to perform orally and, on top of that, was supposedly well endowed, in good shape and with quite some stamina: one of those that bangs you until you're impossibly sore. So far, so good. And, it's not that they didn't have sex, they did, a lot; but for what she described (and for what I got to experience first hand), she just limited herself to doing the bare minimum, meaning, laying there. And that was something her husband complained about.

Keeping up with my mentor-fairy godmother role, I started giving my pupil girl some sex advice and encouragement into being a more active and innovative participant in bed with her husband, i.e: why do you feel yucky about oral?, give swallowing a try, it's not that bad, darling; or, anal, why not?, if it's done correctly it could be lovely, start slowly and see how it goes; or, it's fun to switch it up a little bit: missionary is great, but there are so many other positions to try. And so on and so forth...And of course, every time she revealed yet another issue, all I could say in my head was "no wonder".

I suspected her husband wasn't as good as she believed, though; specially by the feedback I got from her after each time I went down on her; well, yes, modesty aside, I know I'm orally gifted but also you could tell that this girl had never been properly eaten before. Sadly I concluded that she just had no reference to compare him with...You know how it is for most of us girls when we had our first: we thought he was the best lover in the universe; but as we encountered other men, we realized that being the first doesn't necessarily mean being the best.

Confessions came and went and we ended up having the threesome conversation: Amongst other things, Peggy told me that she and hubby had gone trough some difficult times during their marriage because of their sexual incompatibility. Peggy was in total fear that her husband would either leave her or start fooling around. So after their last crisis, she ended up creating the girl-girl profile on AM. Still to this day I'm not sure how much of that move was made by her own bi-curiosity and how much was done under his pressure.

As you know, Spanky and I had the threesome conversation as well, and that was something I knew would be fun to experience together. Oh boy, how much I was looking forward to that! grrr, I could just imagine how crazy he'd go after seeing me going down on a woman or vice versa. Anyways, all of a sudden all pieces fell into place and a whole new opportunity opened ahead for the four of us. Finally my hard work was going to pay off big time!.

Peggy and I made a pact: I'd join her and hubby for a play date so she could finally fulfill that fantasy for him, then, in return, she'd join Spanky and I, which would let her to take her first steps into the swinging territory in (ahem) the best possible hands she could ever find. Of course she loved the idea and we even joked that I'd be able to give her some "in the field" instruction as well. We were discussing limitations and requirements for the dates, Peggy gave me "carte blanche" to go as far as I wanted with her husband, meaning I had total liberty to invite him to join us or not, and to whichever extent I desired; of course the same applied to her, but more likely I suspected that (knowing her) Spanky was only going to be allowed to watch us from a distance; I doubted she'd go any further. But that was good enough for me (us), so we sealed the pact with a kiss.

Yes, I know it was not the most spontaneous way to come to it, but seriously, how else? I mean, unless you are in a swingers club or some other environment where alcohol flows and bodies rub against each other, there's not much spontaneity to set up a fuck date, be it with one person or two. You just agree to it, show up and do the best you can, hoping of having a good time.

Being me the most experienced and the less uptight of the two us, it was natural that I was going to join Peggy and her hubby first, that way, she'd get somehow familiar with having a third person watching us and hopefully would be a little more comfortable and more knowledgeable of what to expect when the time came for her to join us. Also I'd be able to seize her up a little better after seeing her interact with the one man she was most comfortable with, and with that info, I could better plan the encounter to make it the best possible experience for all involved.

A few days after that, Peggy came to my house again; no need to relate what turned out to be yet another unsatisfactory encounter, but (modesty aside) one more orgasmic carnival for her that included a bubble bath for two and aqua-orgasms. Damn, I'm good!.

That day her husband came to pick her up and I got to see him for the first time. Hmm.hmm... I wasn't impressed at all by what I saw. Definitely Peggy's definition of "in shape" is quite more generous than mine, let's just leave it at that. Immediately I knew that I wasn't going to go all the way with that guy, honestly I didn't find him attractive, he was not my type at all and my first impression was that he was a little... dull. But that ultimately depended on the flow of things behind closed doors and I assumed he'd have plenty of opportunities to impress me. Still, to me the threesome was more about her than about him, so regardless of getting fucked or not, the whole experiment was going to be quite an interesting experience, and, at the very least, that lucky man was going to get a hell of a privileged view!.

Although I was not hot for the guy, still the whole prospect was quite exciting, besides, a deal is a deal and I'm a woman who honors her promises the best she can. Next time I was to meet Peggy, it was going to be for a party of three.

Peggy for breakfast.

2009-12-07T08:59:00.000-08:00

Ok, let's get this story over with and close the Peggy chapter once and for all. My walk of shame will take about three posts to wrap it up. Finally, and let's thank to the Christmas spirit, I gathered the courage to share the rest of the Peggy story with you. Besides, I want to start the new year turning this page and preparing for a fresh start. Ready? set, here we go.

So you've read the first episodes of the Peggy series... fast forwarding now to the first day she came to my house. Invitation that broke the rule of never having lovers over at my marital sanctuary; however the fact that she's a woman made it feel less of an transgression. Shouldn't, but it did. I mean, I knew that if Adam walked in on me making out with a girl, he'd be shocked, but wouldn't file for divorce the day after. But if he found me with a man.. well, there would be blood.

I limited Peggy's access into my home to the living room and the downstairs common area, I didn't want to invite her into my bedroom, or, more specifically, into my bed: that would have been too much for me. Luckily we have a TV room with a sofa bed that is roomy and comfortable. Earlier that day, I had previously opened it, in preparation for our supposed lazy morning together: fresh lavender scented sheets, plushy duvet, pillows, candles, the works. The room was transformed into a little universe of peace and a space inviting to love. I offered her some wine as she arrived, in the hopes that it could get us (me) more relaxed, but she declined. So we had to stick to juice and water. bummer.

Peggy had brought a couple of movies, porn movies, girl on girl, her favorites. We popped the first DVD on the player and half sat, half laid down side by side to watch... let me tell you, it was awkward. First I'm not too crazy for spontaneously porn watching, I do enjoy it from time to time, but I have to be in the right mindset before watching it, porn is one thing that I only enjoy when I crave it, when I'm extremely horny and when my brain is too tired to come up with fantasies of its own... and that doesn't happen very often.

Second, I was totally paranoid about the sounds... the thing is, I share walls with neighbors, not too thin as to distinguish specific words, but thin enough to get a sense if there is a fight going on or a fuck going on next door... And here I was, playing this movie, with all the oohs! and aahs! and oh yeahs! typical for this genre.. I was nervous, already picturing my next door neighbor sticking an ear to the wall and obviously figuring out what I was about on that quiet weekday morning.

The film was nothing particularly hot, at least not to me: scene one, three girls on the stairs, kissing and giggling and mostly making the loud noises... scene two, the same girls naked on the bed: the one in the center was getting all the attention while the other two kind of worked on her, then there was a pairing of girl 1 and 2 while the third made noises, then a vibrator was brought out and more noises, then the snake came into the picture... and even more noises. Anyways, inevitably I started feeling the tickling between my legs, that sensation that makes you want to contract and press your legs together. More than anything, I was secretly hoping for her to make a move on me, for once, I mean, it had been her idea to bring the movies, I kind of expected her to start the action as well.

I wish I had known what was going through Peggy's mind at the time, I was sitting there watching this movie and the whole scene was just making me uncomfortable; another problem for me: I don't know how to use porn as a visual aid for sex.. what? are you supposed to try to imitate what they're doing on the screen? are you supposed to go back and forth between the screen and your partner? is it appropriate to make comments of what one sees on the screen? like, look at that cute pillow back there...after a while, I confess, I was paying more attention to the decoration of the room or the color of their toenails than to the repetition of licks and exaggerated kisses and oohs and ahhs...All I wanted was to turn the volume off, to begin with, and take a nap.

But somebody had to get things started, and just like the first time, Peggy was petrified with her eyes fixed on the screen... so I moved from neutral to first gear. But it just wasn't right. I wasn't feeling what I was supposed to be feeling: an overwhelming desire to feel her lips on mine, or a burning urge to touch her skin; or to rub myself against her. None of that was happening inside of me, it felt more like a duty, like she had come all the way to my house and now it was my time to "pay her back", to "make the trip worth it". I know, I know, I shouldn't have. But I did.

So we started kissing and undressing each other, Peggy obediently followed my moves and soon we were naked. But funny, we always kept a distance between our bodies, embracing didn't happen, like it didn't occur to us, I don't know why. The movie was still on but I had muted it (thank god). Peggy was super wet (again) and I was super dry (again), that girl was just letting me do, without much giving (again), well, except one thing; at one point she slid her hand between my legs and she did quite some accurate clit-fingering. I was surprised, it felt good, I guess the movies can teach a thing or two after all... but , as you girls know, there's so much one can take of that before going totally numb. If the fingering is not accompanied by other moves, the effect is just disastrous. Soon after the initial good feeling, my clit shut down. End of story.

And this I'm writing fully ashamed of myself: the whole thing became that day to me a battle of wills (but in the bad way), fully planned an executed in my head: "if you don't do it for me, I won't do it for you". Well, yes, I can be somewhat vindictive at times. I briefly went down on her again (this time the smell wasn't as strong as the first time), but I kept it short enough to make sure she never got close to cumming. Unluckily for me, that girl just gets turned on too easily! no matter how badly I performed, she was loving it! seriously, she was so wet and so "into it"! I kissed her with mediocrity, she moaned; I touched her off target, she shivered; I kissed her breasts lazily, she threw her head back and abandoned herself into the wave; I fingered her way too gently, she groaned... which only helped in aggravating my already vengeful mood. All I felt was a shameful envy. I wanted to feel like that, I wanted to be that sensitive and turned on, I wanted to be the one touched and kissed and fingered.. I wanted to be the center of the attention, not the sex slave. Why couldn't I get it on?. fuck, had I been a man, I'm sure I'd have a limping shrinking cock, I was totally blocked.

She kissed me and made another failed attempt to go down on me, gosh, she was so bad I just wanted to turn her away, plus, did I mention that she had acrylic nails? yes! so the possibility of her fingering me was just out of the question, and well, you'd need a really expert tongue to get me going without fingering... something Peggy is a few reincarnations away from. But still I felt bad for her (why, why?) and so I expertly faked it and got her off me as soon as possible.

But Peggy wanted more. She hadn't got to cum yet, because I purposely and in all evilness wasn't bringing her there. She got up, walked to her bag and brought out this long pink snake, you know, those used for double penetration or mutual penetration, whatever. The snake looked just like the one the girls in the movie had used in scene 3. Oh fuck. NO!

-Wanna play with this? she asked.
-HmHm (not really, is what I should have said, but people pleaser that I am...)

We brought out the lube, applied a generous amount of it to the pink monstrosity... Good host that I am, I worked it in Peggy first and of course she went into cum gear. Then it was my turn to get it in; I held to the other head of the snake and tried quite unsuccessfully to get it inside of me, not only I was dry, I was closed shut.. I managed to insert the head about an inch in my pussy, but it was painful. I tried to work it in and out, it burned, I worked the vibrator on my clit. Impossible. Besides, the position was kind of awkward, Peggy was comfortably laying on her back, way on her way to seventh heaven, while I did a couple of contortions to position myself in front of her and work the damn thing in and out.

This was not going to work for me. Something was missing... Something like, uhm I don't know: a third person!!! in the movie, there were three girls, so while the two connected by the snake laid down and enjoyed the ride, the third one was moving the thing back and forth (and quite fast and hard, may I add). But in our case, who was going to move the monster? there needs to be an in and out movement, you see, this was not a vibrator, just a silicone tube..

So I did the work (again), folding in half my torso so I could hold the snake and see what I was doing moving it in and out of Peggy's cunt while I watched her reach ecstatic delight. That woman can cum with the brush of a petal. I'm telling you, unbelievable!. Most of the time I was just looking at her in bewilderment: how can she be enjoying this so much? she's got to be faking it! I mean, really?, the snake part was pretty much watching her masturbate in front of me. Or, to be more precise, me masturbating her with it. That's it! that's what it always felt like, like I was masturbating Peggy, either with my mouth, or hands or with an external accoutrement. That was not lovemaking. Actually, at times, I don't even thing my presence mattered or made that much of a difference, this girl was on a world of her own, a world where I was not invited.

And just as she was having all her fun, I kept struggling with the fucking snake, trying to work it in me, but I couldn't get to insert it, the more I tried, the more it hurt. I had a pool of lube all over me and still couldn't work the damn thin in comfortably. She didn't seem at all interested in helping me out, not a word, not a whisper, she was far, far away...so I faked yet another one, removed the snake from me (and eventually from her) and that was the end of the sex.

Cuddling? are you kidding me?! I was so upset by the whole fiasco, I couldn't even get myself to kiss her after that. And as I've told you, she doesn't take the initiative, not even for kissing or hugging. We laid there for a while, then we got dressed and went out to have some lunch.

In retrospective, I think I kept meeting Peggy because I felt that there was something wrong with me; I thought that I was doing something wrong, that if I wasn't getting turned on or wet or whatever, the issue was in my head. To me, it just wasn't possible that one of us was having so many orgasms and so much fun while the other just wasn't feeling a thing. I thought it was a matter of working at it, of working something in my head, perhaps of getting used to her...perhaps of making her feel even more comfortable, even more turned on so she would have the desire to reciprocate. Always, after meeting her, I found myself comforting my wounded spirit: next time, Eva darling, next time it will be better. So, determined to make IT happen, I kept seeing her. Alas, sometimes our own stubbornness is our worst enemy.

Into the Monster's den

2009-11-24T06:00:00.000-08:00

I wrote that email to Spankenstein, hit the send button and pretty much forgot about it.. weeks passed...months passed... we kept going on about our affair business pretty much the same way as before, although he was kicking it up a notch and I was very happy with it.

Then one day I get an email from him, he wanted to schedule a date, nothing unusual in that, except that we rarely needed that much notice before meeting, just a general idea of how the week was looking for both of us; but this time he wanted to make sure we could meet on a specific date, and he wanted me to drive to a specific destination different from our dear Ramada. He wanted me to go to his office.

It had been a long time since my first visit, I was very excited to go back there one more time. Maybe, I thought, this time we'll get to fuck on the infamous pool table. Nice!

The day before the meeting, I get another email from him with a P.S. saying, "Tomorrow, you are to wear a dress and be very, very pretty for me. If you don't meet my satisfaction, I'm going to send you home."

Okaay, that was new; he had never requested for me to wear anything specific. Hmm. I had a feeling I knew where this was going. And boy, was I excited.

I arrived late, after getting lost. I parked and walked in the building, through the lobby and up to his floor. I got to his door and waited there; I was so nervous I couldn't think straight, the door was unlocked but I had no idea, I didn't even try to open it. My shaky hand knocked quietly at the heavy door and after a moment he opened it.

"The door was open" - he said
duh, stupid me-I thought

He walked ahead of me, down the corridor, passed his office door and kept going, finally he stopped at the end of the hallway and opened a door into what looked like total darkness.

I walked in, he closed the door behind him, took my hand and guided me towards the sofa. My eyes took a while to adjust to the very dim light and I managed to recognize - or better, guess- what kind of place I was in.

This was a divided room. We were on the side with huge speakers and a console with all kinds of knobs and flashing lights. A glass wall divided the room, the only source of lighting came from the other side of the glass, where I saw musical instruments and microphones. This was one of those places you've seen on tv where they record music. It had no windows and all the walls were padded, this was obviously a sound proof environment.

I didn't have much time to keep snooping, he grabbed my shoulders and gently turned me around to face the sofa and the wall behind it. He stood behind me. He was inspecting me. Was he pleased so far? I took much care in choosing the dress for that day, it has a lovely color and the fabric is soft to the touch and it clings and falls at the right places. It was short and a little bit too revealing for my usual style, high heels, hair down, impeccable make up.

Everything seemed to be going in slow motion. His hand lifted my dress and brushed at the back of my thighs: I felt like an exhibition piece, he was checking me head to toe.

-I don't feel like touching you today- He calmly said. "You're not worthy of me. Perhaps I should send you home right now".

-What? Usually whatever he says, he seriously means it, and as much as I wanted to believe he was joking with me, there was already a hint of fear in my voice - but why?

His hand grabbed my hair and pulled it down my back
-You know why
-?-
-I didn't like your last post one bit
-[Oh shit]
-You're a whore-[With this, his grip on my hair grew stronger] -You don't deserve me. I don't touch whores.
-hmm, sorry?- well, it was too early to get to the sorry part. but what else could I say?
-Now tell me, (name) are you a whore?
-"No, I'm sorr...- interrupted by the surprise of the first spank of the day.
-That's all you are, just a filthy whore. Aren't you?
-I. uhm. no?
-No? then what are you? (ha, I knew the answer to that one!)
-I'm a pretty girl! (by now I was comfortable saying that aloud) and proudly announced the magic words that I was sure he'd love to hear.
-NO you're not! -another unexpected swat on my ass
-?- now I was confused, this wasn't fair game, that was the only answer I knew.
-What are you?! - Fuck, he sounded impatient and he was hitting harder
-I'm a pretty... whore?
-NO! what are you? . and another swat.
-(ooh jesus, did I miss that memo?...)

And we kept going back and forth, spank and spank again harder and impossibly harder. I tried all the possible combination of names we had ever used up until that day, to no avail. The man was getting really frustrated and my ass just couldn't take any more pain. What the fuck does he want me to say?

He took a pause, moved away from me and stood in silence. I was glad the beating had stopped, I needed a minute to catch my breath and to relax my body that had been in a tense state for a while.

-"Stay there, Don't move" He ordered as he walked out of the room.

I wouldn't move, I couldn't, I had no energy to move anyways; my back and my arms were tired for holding this position and I knew my legs would hurt the minute I stretched them out. I brought my hand to my forehead and wiped the sweat and the hair away from my face. Quiet, it all was silent around me and I felt a strange kind of peace.

I heard the doorknob, I turned my face towards the door, saw him walking in, I could only see him from the waist down; he was still fully dressed, shoes and all. My eyes then fixated on floor, following a ray of light as it slowly disappeared with the closing door. Dark again.

-You know I like pretty girls- his hand on my throat now-
-yes, master-
-I only touch pretty girls . His grip was cutting my air
-Yes, master, sorry master . Anything to kill some time and give my ass some rest
-Tell me (name)... what. are. you?
I took my time, my brain scanning for the right answer; I really needed to get it right if I wanted to be able to walk without limping out of that place...
-I am ...I don't know. I'm sorry

He moved away for a split second and without warning I felt the sharp burning pain of a sharp hard object hitting my left ass cheek. This was a different pain than the one from his bare hands, it stung and burned but also the sensation dissipated faster. I managed to turn my face for a second to get a glimpse of it: a ruler.

He hit me my other cheek with the ruler again. Aaagrr it burned against my already raw skin.

-"You ... You are an ugly whore". He said loud and clear.
-(what the fuck?)
-Say it! SWAT! that ruler
-Say it! SWAT! that cruel ruler
-Say it! SWAT! that fucking ruler
-I couldn't. I didn't want to. Not that.
-Say it, I'm waiting! - SWAT!
-I'm an ugly whore
-Say it louder so I can hear you - SWAT!
-I'm an ugly whore. Each word barely whispered out, between the confusion and the ever so increasing pain, it was hard to breath evenly at this point
-What else?
-(more? fuck. what else?) "I don't knooow".
-Respond to me, what else are you? SWAT. this one hit the inside of my thigh. fucking painful.
I gasped for air and missed my chance to say something
-What else are you? SWAT - my other thigh. I knew I was not going to be able to take much of this.
-"I'm sorry"- It was just so painful, I really would have said anything, but I just couldn't think.
-"Spread your legs wider"- he ordered
I opened my legs hoping this was the end of the game, hoping he was really turned on now and ready to bury his cock in me. I was ready. I was wet and warm and so needing to be touched tenderly.

But how wrong I was.

What I felt next was the ruler hitting between my legs, yes, he was hitting my pussy and even further front, where my engorged and agonizing clit was. although he was obviously hitting with much less force, some of the strikes felt terribly painful, some others felt terribly good and between those two, always a twinge of panic each time the edge of the ruler scraped against the skin of my inner tights. Too many sensations happening simultaneously, it was maddening.

-"You are a FAT. UGLY. WHORE". He said in an angry tone
-(oh no, you didn't!)I couldn't believe my ears
-Say it ! - SWAT
-"no"- (I mean, there is a limit!)
-SWAT. SWAT. SWAT- the ruler was landing everywhere at machine gun speed
- I.am.a.fat.ugly.whore. (god, make it stop)
- LOUDER! - SWAT
- I am a fat ugly whore!
-Yes, that's all you are. Say it again! SWAT
- I am a fat ugly whore!

Oh my god. the pain was nothing compared to the humiliation I was feeling inside.
Up until that day he had managed to hurt my body, but my ego had always been left intact. But this! this! this hurt much deeper and was a million times more painful. He already knew how to hurt my body, no doubt. But now he wanted to break my spirit.

-"no more, please touch me"- I pleaded, I begged, it was all too awful, too painful. I was desperate for some tenderness, some validation after hearing and saying those words over and over. My hand reached back to touch him but he fiercely pushed it away.

The only touch I got from him were violent slaps of the ruler all over my legs, pussy and ass.

Brusquely he turned me around to face him, holding my face in his hand, he kept saying all these horrible words to me, what a whore I was, and how filthy and how cheap and how disgusting... It was too much, I was still trying to keep it together, but he kept at it, and I knew the lump in my throat was growing bigger. Oh god, I had to keep it down. Oh, please stop, no, no, I didn't want him to see me like this.

It was all too intense for me and I felt the first tears trickling down my face, a couple of teardrops that brought a little relief. He let go of my face and walked out again.

Oh, I was thankful for the truce. My ass was in fire. I managed to sit on the sofa for a second and stretch my back. Most of the pain was gone, there was still a burning feeling but I knew that would soon be replaced by the tenderness that would fade away in a day or two. I felt better. Ok, I can do this. I'm ok. I'm ok.

Too soon he came back in the room, I think I was sitting at the edge of the sofa, at the perfect height to take his cock in my mouth, perfect position for him to kneel in front of me and finger me the way he only knows how. Something, I needed something. As he approached, I extended my hand to brush at his cock, but he slapped it away again.

-"I didn't say you could touch me". He sounded angry still, where did he get all this meanness from?

-"Please"- I whimpered, oh, I was tired and so needy. It had been a fun game but I needed his mouth, his cock, his touch.

He grabbed my hair like he wanted to peel it off my scalp, and in one swift move threw me into a corner. It felt even darker and colder down there. My heart was racing, my mind was a mush, my whole body felt like an abused rag doll. I was so raw. I felt like I was turned inside out, everything was so intense, my brain had so little pause to process everything, it was a quick succession of one painful thing after the other. What else did he want from me?

-Face on the floor!. He yelled from the heights of his stature
I got on all four. I think I didn't hear him right, all I could hear clearly was my own and loud heartbeat in my ears.
-I said, face on the floor! he yelled again as he grabbed my neck and pushed down
-Please touch me. Please, something- I begged again
-"I said no, stay quiet!" .

A sudden panic took over me, I felt so exhausted by the never ending pain he kept inflicting in me with his cruel words and his torturing of my flesh. I broke down. For real. I started crying inconsolably, sobbing, wailing, my body shaking in uncontrolled spasms. Rivers of tears running down my face. I couldn't stop the flow of emotion that was escaping my body through my eyes.

-"I'm sorry, I'm sorry"- was all I could say. I felt so much pain and so much sadness. I felt so little.

He got quiet for a second and stopped whatever he was doing. He stood next to me looking down at the pathetic little thing I had become. My body balled up against the wall.

-Shut the fuck up- He said and walked out the door. He turned off the light leaving me in total darkness. He left me there and I kept crying like a little child in that dark, cold corner.

Yes, it sounds awful and painful. He made me say terrible things over and over again, he kept hurting me no matter how I tried to appease him. He had never been this rough on my body before.

But even though there were plenty of tears, I was enjoying every minute of i, the intensity of emotions and sensations he awoke in my body, even if thew were not pleasant. At that moment I remembered the email I had sent long time ago and I managed to smile as I wiped down the tears from my face. I can't believe he actually did this for me- I thought. Oh, that was the most fucking hot thing that had ever happened to me!.

I talked myself into calming down, it took me a while: my body was on an uncontrollable track of its own and I was so afraid that my crying would freak him out: I didn't want this to stop, I wanted him to keep going, I didn't want it to end. This was just too good, I wanted more.

He came back in the room, inspected me from the distance and soon it was clear that he had no intention of stopping. My crying was over, but within a second the screaming, the pain and the insults resumed. This time, although he still refused to touch me or to let me touch him, he allowed me to touch myself.

Oh, how delirious I felt as I reached between my legs to feel a fountain of wetness gushing out of my slit. I could not believe how wet I was and how sensitive all my body was. Thankfully my clit responded to my frantic touch,oh, yes, finally I was going to get some relief of the tension that had built in my body.

-"Taste yourself". He ordered
I brought my soaked fingers to my mouth and sucked.

-"Fuck yourself for me". He said next
Ooh, he didn't need to say that twice, I gladly went on a frenzy rubbing and finger fucking myself; both my hands working intensely on my inflamed sex.
-"Work it, (name), work that pussy for me". Soft whispered words, now encouraging, guiding me into the inevitable orgasm that was building up.

With all the moving and bouncing, one of the straps of my dress fell off my shoulder, exposing my laced left breast.

-"Look at you, filthy whore exposing her tits for all to see! Legs spread open, shamelessly touching yourself; dirty slave to your own cunt". -He kept talking.

-"Show me what you can do, show me what you do when nobody is watching". He insisted

-"Show me how you cum, you fucking slut".

Oh, god, how explosive that orgasm was! I can't describe with words. Intense and blinding, intensified by the picture he had placed in my head, a dirty, desperate whore, laying on the floor, legs spread open, both my hands between my legs, working my pussy to orgasm, selfish moment of the most intense pleasure. Nothing mattered but what I was feeling. My body twitched a couple of times and finally the wave came down and my body relaxed.

Again he walked out of the room and came back soon after. I was still laying on the floor, blissfully drifting away to a happy place.

-Get up- he said as he kicked me.

I got up as fast as my beaten body could, he positioned me on the sofa, my knees bent and my hands against the wall again.

-I think you should go home now, I'm done with you.
-No, please
-Do you want me to keep going?
-Yes, please
-Do you think you are ready for what's next?
-yes ( how bad could it get anyway)
-But I don't want you to scream, though
-?-
-Do you think you can stay quiet or should I tape your mouth?
-Hmm..(that's a tough choice to make when one has no idea what's coming) "I don't know"
-If you scream I won't like it.
-Tape me
-You're sure?
-Yes, master. Tape me, please.
-Good girl.

Ooo. how it melts me when he says that. Anything, I'd take to hear those words from him.

He has the tape ready and cut a stripe it- it was very wide- and put it over my mouth. At this point I knew I was helpless, no way to protest or scream, no safe word to be used, I was at his mercy.

-Don't move- he said. He walked away from me but I could hear he was still in the room.

My forehead was resting on the cool wall, a welcomed moment of peace and silence. I closed my eyes that were burning from all the crying, I was just trying to guess what was happening by the noises I heard behind me. I was drained but again, strangely calmed and relaxed. More important, my mind was quiet.

He knelt next to me, I could feel the heat of his body almost wrapping over me. I wished he'd stay there forever, warming me up.

-Open your eyes- he said

I opened my eyes only to see a knife pointing at me within inches from my face. It looked like a steak knife. He pressed it against my neck and brushed it down to my nipples. My scream muffled on the tape. My eyes widened like two saucers, I was so afraid even of breathing and my eyes followed in disbelief the tip of that knife on its cold and endless travel down to one nipple, then the other.

He stood up, distance and cold air between us now. He was behind me, his left hand on my hip.

-Do you trust me? He asked
-I nodded yes
-I'm going to fuck you with this knife
-(hmmmmhmm) again, muffled screams
-shhh.quiet. hold still. - he said in a controlled voice
-(hmmmmhmm) I kept protesting in disbelief
-If you want, you can go home now
-(hhm) nodding no- I didn't want to go home, I wanted to stay, but this was just crazy
-Then hold still.
-(HMHM) that meant ok.
-Are you ready?
-(HMHM) nodding yes - god help me.

Well, my mind had been quiet a minute before, but now there was a storm of alarm bells going off everywhere, all kind of sad scenarios were pouring in my head; all kind of fears were resurfacing against my will. I could just see the headlines in the newspaper tomorrow...But nah, he won't. I mean, c'mon, this is just to scare me a little. But again, whenever he says something, he really means it.

I felt the thin cold blade pressing against my pussy lips.

Shit. oh god, I hope he has a flashlight or something, jesus mary and joseph I hope he can see what he's doing, I hope he knows what he's doing. I shut my eyes closed trying to get all this scary dialect out of my head. I tried to wiggle away from him in a last attempt to making him stop this.

-Hold still or I'm going to hurt you. He said with that firm, authoritative voice.

Ok, he was serious, he was going to do it. I held in place, I didn't dare even breathing for fear of my body making any movement. Oh how I wish I had something to hold on to, he was so quiet back there. all I could hear was my own heartbeat and the occasional muffling of my breath against the tape. My hands firmly grabbed the edge of the sofa and I started praying.

Upon the inevitability of what was going to happen: He obviously had all the intention of cutting me and although he had never shown any interest in blood before, well, obviously today I was discovering that he was full of surprises.

The dialogue in my head became rational, I started preparing myself mentally as to what to expect. Probably I was going to feel a burning feeling as the blade cut my skin, more likely followed by burning as my blood surfaced, then I should feel the wet trail of blood trickling down my leg. Just hold still, I told myself. Whatever it was he was planning to do, the less I move the safest for me, for both of us.

The cold blade pressed against my labia, then his fingers opened my lips wide. Then the feeling of the blade pushing its way inside of me.

-"Don't move now", he said as he seemed to be working with clinical precision

It went in slowly and without resistance. It didn't burn. A few seconds passed - I didn't feel any wetness, no blood. Well, at least I won't bleed to death all over the place, that's good news -I thought

My mind kept racing trying to make sense out of the abscense of blood, and to decipher the nature of the object that was being pushed in me. It couldn't the steak knife he showed me earliar, but it was metallic for sure: it felt cold, it was hard, thin and not too long, but obviously sharpless. A butter knife, I decided. Phew, he's not that crazy after all. But stil, it's a knife nonetheless, so I kept holding still.

He slowly pushed it inside of me and slowly pulled it out. I sttod in place and held my breath most of the time. He moved it in and out of me one more time and then withdrew it for good. I sighed in relief.

The knife was replaced by his thick warm fingers pushing inside of me. It was unexpected and oh so thankfully greeted by my anxious cunt. Finally he was touching me, his fingers pushed and curled and grinded inside of me. Oh my god, I was moaning so loud, every time he pushed his fingers inside of me, I felt the heat traveling up my spine, I was melting in his hands. My body welcomed the attack from his expert hands and my ears attuned to the sound of his voice again guiding me into orgasmic heaven. I pushed myself against his hand, his long fingers buried deep inside of me, and his voice: "Let go, that's right, Cum for me, (name), cum my good girl". Oh god, I could have died. This was my second orgasm of the day and it was just as intense.

He removed the tape from my mouth and sat on the sofa, I kneeled in front of him, scanning his face for a sign. His brow was sweaty, probably he was as tired as I was feeling, all that screaming, all that hitting must be exhausting too. His hand gently caressing my head, it was a quiet resting moment.

-Can I suck you now? I smiled up at him ready to unleash his cock out of those jeans
-You want to suck me, huh? he said half smiling
-Yes, please I'm dying to taste your cock
-No. He said bending forward and smacking my tits.
-"Please, let me suck you" I could not believe he was refusing still
-You don't deserve my cock!. And he slapped my tits a couple more times
-Please, oh please no more
-I'll stop whenever I want to - god, he still had energy to keep hurting me
-Just a little bit, pleasse, let me taste your cock. My mouth watering at the thought of it
-"You have to prove to me that you're a good girl". He said as he slapped my tits some more
-"I am, I will, I'll do anything". I must have sound convincing
-"Wait here". He got up

When he came back to me he was holding something in his closed fist, he waited to be comfortably seated on the sofa again before slowly opening his hand to reveal the extent of his cruel intentions.

Clothespins.

-You're going to wear these - he said triumphant.
-sssssshit.. just the look of those things was hurting my eyes
-Not only that, you're going to put them on yourself- boy he was enjoying this
-I can't - really, you've no idea how sentive my nipples are
-Are you saying no to me? he slapped my tits again.
-But please, no that, not those things
-They're called clothespins, he said as he slapped my face
-clothhthtth.. I was terrified, my mouth was so dry, I couldn't pronounce it
-Clothespins! Say it! he said in frustration slapping my face again
-Clo.ts.peen.s. - Fuck, it had to be one of the hardest words to pronounce
-Clothespins. he said slowly and slapped me again
-Clothespins. Finally I managed to say.
-That's right. Put the left one first. He ordered
-Oh shit

I was hesitant, but his slapping quickly conviced me. I put the first one around my nipple but I was still holding it at the end.

-Let it go. he said, intensely looking into my eyes. -"It's ok, let.it.go." he insisted
I took a deep breath and let the clothespin hang freely from my throbbing nipple. My eyes flinching with the pain, but I managed to keep them open, I wanted to see his reaction: his eyes were fixated on my breast, there was a look of fascination in his eyes, it made me feel a weird sense of pride. He took it off himself soon after. And I manage to take a deep breath.

-Do the right one now.

This one hurt a little bit more, perhaps it was the angle, perhaps I didn't grab as much skin. I had to remove it, but he made me do it again. For a moment our eyes locked, and I saw the drunken look of lust in his eyes and the trace of a smile on his lips. He was really enjoying this.

Finally he was pleased. He leaned on the sofa as he patted my head and brushed my hair out of my face. -You've been such a good girl, (name), he quietly said to me.

This time he didn't protest as my hands wandered up his legs and opened his pants to take hold of his hard shaft. Finally I was granted access to his cock and I ate it with delight, relishing on every inch of it, loving every lick of my wet tongue. Tasting him, feeling him. I wanted to swallow him whole, I wanted to give him back some of the unbelievable pleasure he had just given me. Yes, I sucked him good, the way a good girl should, or like the dirty whore he told me I was, the best fucking cocksucker in the planet, his cock hungry slut... Soon after, he awarded me the gift of his abundant shots of cum deep in my throat. Oh, how he came!

The realilty of that day surpassed whatever fantasy I had before. He truly broke me down in ways I didn't think possible: beyond my body he touched me at my most tender fiber, he pushed me relentlessly until I had no choice but to expose myself open to him; and beyond the ugly words and the unbearable pain, I felt safe; It was liberating to be able to be vulnerable to him like that. By the end of the afternoon my make up was smeared all over my face and my hair was a crow' s nest, yet I felt beautiful, at peace and more woman than I've ever felt.

Mi pelicula

2009-11-19T06:00:00.000-08:00

The other day I was watching a TV show about cinema and one of the stories caught my attention because it sounded strangely funny: the things people invest (ahem) their times in.

Did you know that there are awards given for movie trailers? duh, yes, probably someone thought about that already - given the fact that there are awards given for pretty much anything these days-you might think. Yes, yes, my dear friends. BUT, did you know there are awards given to fake movie trailers?

Huh? come again?

Yes, can you believe some people use their time to make trailers about movies that are never going to make it to the big screen?. I can just picture it...hmm, I think a movie about lunar (not lunatic), time traveling, invisible nymphomaniacs has total blockbuster potential, but just in case the movie doesn't get picked by a big studio and since I don't have the budget (or talent) to make the whole thing myself, I'll just make the trailer for it!.

Lovely! it's like an a abortion consolation prize. It won't see the light of day but here is an idea of what it would've look like...And you can still win an award :)

You can tell I had nothing better to do with my time on that particular day because I went to the festival website to check out the fake trailers.

And I found one that stoke a chord with me. The title is "Gabriela" by Karo21.

So here it is, the trailer for my movie that will never make it to the movies. Fuck, with a little twitching and a lot of luck, we could even add the line at the beginning: "based on a true story" Fabulous!

Go ahead, I know you're not that busy, go check it out
HERE! : and tell us which one could be YOUR film?

Note: To the best of my knowledge, all credits for this trailer belong to the International Festival of Fake Trailers and their people. seriously.

Eva's Fantasies: The prisoner

2009-11-12T06:00:00.000-08:00

In my search for a lover, when it came to sharing my dark fantasies, I stumbled upon quite a few not very receptive men for whom my desires were a little bit too rough, a little bit too sick.

Soon into my search I realized it was better to share very little about these fantasies; and yet I had the yearning to cry them out loud and the secret desire to enact them somehow.

Guys like Joe were completely turned off by my desires for pain and punishment; others were apparently very turned on by the idea, but all they could come up with was "yes bitch, I'll fuck you hard". Hmm, well, not very creative, in my opinion.

Then there were those that saw it as the perfect opportunity to just take shameless advantage. "Really? looking for a Master? I'll tell you what to do: you meet me in the parking lot in ten minutes, you give me a blow job and then get the fuck out of my car". Nope, not what I was looking for either.

And not only it was strange for some guys, for Peggy too, as I shared some of these fantasies with her, the intensity of my desires was just too weird for her.

Anyways, things with Spankenstein were heating up, few months had passed since our first encounter, and our email exchanges were becoming more heated. Surprisingly, nothing I said seemed to shock him a bit; and, boy, the things he wrote to me were so hot.

We were seeing each other regularly and mostly playing rough, which was a
turn on for both of us. A little pulling here, a little spanking there. Unfortunately when it came to being physical, the marks were always an issue and sadly he had to control his strenght and make the best not to leave too many marks, because you know how a gridded ass is kind of hard to explain to the husband...

The text you're going to read below was my reply to an email I got from him -grammar and content edited a little bit (or as much as my English allows for improvement), but pretty much the same text-.

I sent that email like I had sent many others before. Little did I know that he was going to literally take it into heart.

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Sir:

Oh, being taken forcefully by you must be the most amazing experience.

Yes, rip my clothes off me and ravish me violently, make me shake with fear, pain and finally pleasure. Be as rough as you can be:

mark my body, rough
tear me open, rough
make me cry, rough
make me scream, rough
do whatever you want, rough
I trust you, (name), I want you to hurt me.

I wish I could be your prisoner for a day... arriving at a destination where you are waiting for me, prepared for you in advance, my body and mind ready to please you.

No kind welcome will await me: after walking through the door, you jump at me, tearing down my clothes, grabbing me by the hair, dragging me to the other end of the room and locking me in a dark closet.

Time passes and I'm getting nervous and anxious not knowing what's going on, or where have you gone. I call out your name, "please open the door, this isn't funny anymore". I hear a stern response at the other side of the closet door, "Nobody said you could speak, now be quiet or else"- you say.

The door opens, you bend me over, order me to put my hands on my knees. Without warning you start spanking me, increasing the force with each slap. I moan first, then I scream, then I cry, too much pain, too sudden, please, please, no more. When I can't take the pain any more, abruptly you stop and walk out closing the door.

The door opens again, calmly you order me face the wall and to touch myself; your gentle hand starts caressing my butt, soothing where you left the imprints of your hands. I feel you inserting the tip of a dildo in my ass, as you talk me through the initial shock into letting my body adjust and relax. "good girl" you say to me.

The dildo discarded, I hear you opening your zipper, then I feel your hard cock pushing its way in my tight hole, little by little until I have your mighty cock buried deep in my ass. You start moving in and out, increasing the speed until you are fucking me hard and deep. Fucking my ass harder and faster, both of us quiet and each in a selfish universe of pleasure. As you are about to cum, you take your cock out and your warm load shooting all over my back and spurting all the way to my hair.

You walk out leaving me alone in the dark again, my legs shaking. I hear your steps around the room, taking your sweet time; I hear the zzzt sound of a soda can opening. I'm thirsty too, I'm cold, I'm hungry and I need more, something. But I know it will happen if you want to, and when you want to.

After a while you open the closet door, for the first time your hand reaches down between my legs, I'm wet and anxious by the feel of your hand moving up my thighs, you reach to play with my clit, still too gently for me to cum but good enough to make me dripping wet and send shivers down my spine, your hand moves down to my slit, sliding two fingers in me as you start fingering me, slowly, torturing, making me barely float on the surface of pleasure without sinking all the way in.

Then you stop and leave.

Every time you close the door, you leave me more desperate, more needy, more wet, more horny, more in need of your touch, your mouth, your cock inside of me, anywhere, everywhere.

You open the door again, vibrator in your hand. You order me to lay down and you kneel in front of me, parting my legs with your hands and then sliding the plastic fake cock slowly in my cunt, moving it gently in, out and around. Still not enough to make me cum. I beg you to shove it harder, faster, but you don't; you just torture me, I can't cum until you want me to, no matter how I beg, it's not time yet, you say. And just as I start feeling the orgasmic wave creeping on me, you stop what you're doing. I'm angry now, frustrated.

You leave.

Quickly the door opens and suddenly you grab my hair and force me to my knees, shove your cock in my face and start face fucking me, pulling my hair, keeping my head in place while you choke me with your cock, forcing it deep in my throat, then taking it almost all out, barely letting me take the head in, you ply the deep and shallow game, taking your cock out and slapping my face with it. Obviously entertained, playing this sick games with me.

And you walk out.

You open the door and I see you are naked, holding a chair, your hard cock erect in front of me. What now?, what next?. You sit on the chair and order me to suck your cock, and once it's nicely wet and rock hard, you order me to straddle on top of you, guiding me to slowly impale myself inch by inch on your cock.

By now I'm miserably desperate for your cock, the minute I feel it entering me, my body goes into cum-gear. And you know it. As I start riding you, my mouth looks for yours and you let me kiss you, wet, hungry mouth thankfully welcoming yours. Your hands move from my hair, down my back to my hips, your mouth now taking turns to lick and bite my nipples, finally, yes. Your warm body so close to mine, your cock so deep in me. You hold me close to you and whisper encouraging words in my ear: how good I've been, how pleased you are with me: "good girl, keep going", "you're my favorite little whore", "ride me, yes, enjoy my cock, you hungry slut", "don't stop now, cum all over me", "cum for me, (name)", "cum".

And I do, I come, on you, thanks to you. Oh god, how good you make me cum.

You stand up and I'm ordered to get on my knees and lick you well, cleaning my juices off your cock. I comply to your orders, licking you balls clean and up your shaft, welcoming your cock in my mouth; no need for words, your hand behind my head is all the indication I need as to what to do: open big, hold still, take it all in and swallow every drop when the time comes. This is my reward, when you make me taste your milk, when you cum deep in my throat, when you let me swallow it all.

This time you leave the door open; as you walk out, you tell me to go wash off and then go home.

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Envy is killing me

2009-11-07T08:31:00.000-08:00

Seriously. What the hell?

The week I write about my not so perfect date with Peggy, guess what? First Kimberly posted a hot pic of two women, her and some mystery lady, with the promise of an oh so hot story in the works. I went to read Will's and found out that apparently he was invited to a MFM by Mona... and that's just for starters!, moving on with the reading, I landed at Me's who happens to have an MFM in the horizon and also a FMF scheduled. And I'm not done with my reading yet. I'm just telling you, all I need is for Dewey to write about his Halloween orgy, and I'll just jump out the window!

Ok, I get it, everybody is having fun but me, oooh yes! there is a threesome bonanza happening, all is working fabulosly for everyone, the multi-experiences are all success and there is a plethora or beautiful, experienced and willing woman (but none in the LA area) having a bi-awakening that is changing history.

You know the feeling: just like that time when you had just broken up with a dear one, it was a sad rainy day, you went out to the streets and all you could see were happy couples. Why, why? I don't need any more reminders of my bad fucking karma.

I need a hug.

Deconstrunting Peggy

2009-11-05T06:00:00.000-08:00

The more I revisited my date with Peggy, the more conflicting my feelings were. My head was in a roller coaster that went from : well, she's willing and available and perhaps she just needs to feel more comfortable with me; to: that fucking, stinky, selfish bitch!

Peggy is a sweet girl, you know, and although by no means I consider her my friend, she's fun to be around. I don't know, but because she was my first, I feel some kind of attachment to her. too. Yes, well, the scene was far from the movie version I expected but the whole thing was not a total disaster, even for me: perhaps I didn't get orgasmic pleasure out of it, but it was still a turn on to get to feel her and explore her body and it added another bullet point to my sex resume: Gives good oral to women, ok one woman, but it counts!

At the same time I couldn't help but taking notes of the sacred rules she had broken. There should be something like the 10 Commandments for sex; I'm working on a list (coming up soon, suggestions will be appreciated) and so far I can identify three that she broke, which are not just unspoken rules of affairs and sex, but pretty much for basic cohabitation with other humans.

Commandment 1. You shall be as well groomed as possible
Commandment 2. You shall be clean and have no unpleasant smells
Commandment 3. You shall fully reciprocate to your partner, or at least genuinely try to.

How she broke Commandment 1: Specifically in two areas: First: the hairy nipples. Oh my god, that is so 1st century! what the hell? nipples are pretty, but for some of us they also need grooming! hairs poking out of nipples it's just not aesthetic. And the ever sensitive tongue can feel them, trust me, I speak from experience.

Second, the 5pm pussy shadow (from two days ago)- definitely not cute. Probably her pussy had an identity crisis, in which case she shouldn't have scheduled a fuck date until it was solved. Or at least she should have given me fair warning. When it comes to pussy, in my opinion (and everybody is entitled to their own, this is just the way I see it) you should either have a fluffy bush with hair long enough as not to poke or scratch, or you keep it at minimum hirsuteness: either totally bare or with a clearly defined landing strip. Whatever stages happen in between is not ideal, specially for a first time with a new lover.

How she broke Commandment 2. Hmm, well, there's a reason why I'll call her "my little mermaid" and it has nothing to do with any children story. Seriously, that smell!. And I know there is a difference between a strong personal smell and a bad personal smell, hers was the second. How can one comfortably and properly go down on a woman under those circumstances? Even worst, how does one bring up this topic? and when? and the worst part is that one finds out when it's almost too late, how to react? the head is slowly diving and then suddenly bounces back?. Or, as my friend calls it, make a U turn.

How she broke Commandment 3. By doing nothing in return!. She was so lousy!. I just don't get it; if she was supposedly looking for a girl to have sex with, she should have been ready to experience it from both, the receiving and the giving side of the equation: is like she wanted to be kissed by a girl, touched by a girl, seduced by a girl, eaten by a girl and pleased by a girl, but she didn't seem at all interested in doing any of that back to the wonderful generous and spotless clean girl (me).

And you know what bugs me the most of all this?: The fact that she is married. I could have even understood some level of neglect coming from a single woman that is not aware of the details of sharing life and bed with another human being. But being married, well, I kind of expected from her to be more considerate; after all, she has a significant other that deserves at least the courtesy of hygiene. Yes, yes, we've all have had spontaneous sex with our spouses before brushing our teeth in the morning, and god knows I've seen my share of hairs in the bathtub, that and other things that only unconditional love forgives. Yet, it is because of the coexistence that we appreciate the consideration and extend it to the other as well.

What's going to happen with Peggy?. What am I going to do? The answer: what many of us have done at some point or another: settle. I'm not proud of it, but it is what it is. Had she been a man, I would have sent the "thanks but no thanks" email right away, like some of you suggested on the comments to my last post. But the truth is, there are not that many fishes in this ocean, to be totally honest. I was out there and nothing bit the bait, when it comes to girl on girl, the virtual world resembles a desert, and Peggy was a little oasis in the middle of it. She's cute, she's nice, she's no weirdo...Yes, a little mediocre in the sac and literally fishy, but better than nothing. And trust me, there was plenty of nothing out there.

I don't know if I'll have the courage to be upfront to her about the smell, but surely next time I'll make sure we take a shower together first and I'll scrub her all over, that will take care of C1. Perhaps I'll treat her to a waxing session next time and that could take care of C2, and Commandment 3; well, I took the time with Joe, why wouldn't I take it with Peggy?. We all need a little mentoring sometimes and perhaps all she needs is a little guidance. Yes, yes, call me Saint Eva.

Let's hope for a more successful second meeting. Spanky, keep your his fingers crossed a little bit longer.

Mujer contra Mujer

2009-11-03T06:00:00.000-08:00

After a couple more conversations, Peggy and decided to meet in a private setting: after all, we were both curious to test our waters with total liberty and the only way to get the experience is, well, experiencing it. We set up our first sex-date and promised to leave the taboos at the door and just let whatever happen.

Spanky recommended a hotel he had visited with someone (?) that was a half way drive for both of us and he said it was nice and reasonably priced. We marked our calendars for Bi-day at noon, with the idea of spending the afternoon together. I brought the lunch, she brought wine and each one also brought a toy.

We met at the mall, I left my car parked there and she drove us to the hotel. No reservations had been made, so we walk to the lobby and asked for a room. The non-smiling guy at the reception said -sure, and gave me a rate that was about twice what Spanky told me it was- and he had visited not too long ago-. Hmm, but don't you have a day-rate or something? No, the asshole at the counter said.

And here's the first problem of two women trying to get a room, there was no friendly wink of complicity between the front desk guy and us. Probably he couldn't have imagined what we wanted the room for, and definitely we must have looked like tourists, because damn, that price was ridiculous.

Forget it, I told Peggy, we'll find somewhere else- while silently praying for our next stop to be a positive one, because we were not about to waste time driving all over the place and walk into lobbies asking for a room with that dumbfounded guilty expression in both our faces. We felt like we had "lover girls about to have sex" written all over our faces.

Luckily there were other hotels in the area (but not as nice as that one). Eventually we found a motel, walked in, asked for the price, it was reasonable and we got the room. We paid cash, split the bill and with shaky hands handed both our Id's to be photocopied by the front desk girl. It all was very surreal.

The Good

Once in the room we both were nervous, no one seemed to know how to get thing moving; we sat for a while, sipping our wine and having small talk. As you know, Peggy is younger than me and less experienced. This was my first time ever with a woman, but because I have more mileage than her, I knew it was up to me to take the initiative with my little Peggy to ease her into the ropes of girl love.

I held her hand and walked her to the bed, we started kissing and once the initial nervousness dissipated, I started removing her clothes (and mine), until we were only wearing our panties. She didn't protest but didn't move much at all, that girl was so nervous.

We laid in bed kissing, or bodies next to each other, giggling and mutually caressing the periphery of our bodies. But still there was an air of uncertainty coming form her, she needed to relax, so I asked her to lay on her stomach and offered to give her a back massage, that way, I thought, she'd get used to the touch of my hands.

This part was easy, I moved her hair to the side and started rubbing her back with my full hand. I felt the softness of her skin, she was relaxed and I enjoyed the delicate sight of her body and her white flawless skin.

Then I switched into a lighter touch with just the tips of my fingers, i went form her shoulders to her neck, traced down her spine, the concave of her lower back and the rise of her tiny round butt. We were both quiet, it was good that she was so relaxed and I was enjoying looking at her body. Soft and delicate, warm and feminine. It was beautiful.

I wasn't feeling very turned on, I was mostly at awe, fascinated by the beauty that the female body has and stunned by the fact that I was looking at a woman's body with different eyes and wondering why I had never seen or appreciated that beauty before. It's like I was wearing a new pair of glasses that made it all so pretty and different.

I leaned and started kissing her soft skin it, planting kisses all over her back and smelling her from up close, my tongue instinctively found it's way out and without thinking, I was soon licking and nibbling on her neck. Her body started responding and she was making little noises responding to my mouth all over her back.

Once Peggy was relaxed, I turned her around. Finding myself for the first time in my life, within intimate proximity to another woman's breasts and knowing that I could touch and taste I wanted so. My hand moved to her breasts, I cupped them tentatively, so beautiful, so different than mine, big round pink nipples (sadly with a few hairs sticking out, what a shame, that took away from the beauty of it). Still, it was very erotic. First I held her breast in my hands, then I gently touched her delicate nipples; (damn, if only could pluck those hairs out). I found myself worrying that I could hurt her, everything looks so frail, like when you hold a baby for the first time in your arms, so uncertain of how to touch and afraid of making a bad move.

I couldn't even think of being rough with her nipples, I brought my mouth close to her left breast, opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around it. Oh my god! no wonder men love tits! it is so.. so.. eatable! Tits are made for mouths, of course! that's what nature intended.. my tongue slowly working around her nipple, my mouth full of her. It felt motherly sweet and wildly cannibalistic at the same time.

After I got to lick around her nipples, I felt more and more uninhibited and started to suck a little bit harder, it also felt so natural. Up until that point my brain wasn't really working, it was all feelings, but not much thinking, then a light bulb went on and I heard a voice in my head: "go ahead, pull, bite, pinch - you know it feels good, she will like it too".

I was enjoying the feelings in my mouth and let my hands wander through her back and her legs, I kept brain involved and let it direct me into doing to her what I know would feel good to me. And things went to high gear pretty soon.

Peggy was loving it, she was still paralyzed, quiet and at times her eyes were closed and her head thrown back, at others our eyes would lock and we would smile. But it was her noises and soft moans that gave me enough indication that she was receptive and that I was doing a good job. After paying respectful adoration to her breast, my mouth slowly started the descend to her belly, her belly button, her inner thighs... I removed her panties and parted her legs as I knelt between them.

WOW. WOW. WOW!!!

My eyes were fixated. You know, the first time you ever see a pussy live, and totally exposed to you AND wet because of what you're doing. Well, that's an out of this world experience. I really had to take my time to take it all in. First, it was such a different perspective, I mean, yes I've seen mine reflected on a mirror, but that never never never compares to being directly in front of a real one that belongs to someone else!.

And how different hers is from mine, it was fascinating!. Everything was totally different! color, shapes...I mean, I could guess where the main elements were, but seriously girls, it's true that each pussy is different!. I had heard that a million times before, but I never thought they were THAT different.

I started caressing with my fingers up and down her inner thighs and her outer labia. I parted her lips, and saw her flower exposed to me, her hooded clit, the opening of her pussy, and her wetness. I looked at it for a while, mapping it in my head, getting as precise an image as I could of the terrain, then I just had this natural instinct of bringing my mouth closer.

The Bad

Wait!! - said the little voice in my head- she's not shaved! what is that? looks like a 5pm shadow! Probably you should have asked her to be specific and define "shaved" for you. That pussy is barely trimmed, not shaved!. Oh god, the hairs looked like they were going to scratch MY face. Hmm, probably it was my English, I thought. Next time, be really specific or ask for pictures.

I started my descent between her legs, only to be greeted by a very unpleasant smell. How do I put this nicely... this girl smelled like... a mermaid?. Oh shit, my luck!. No way in hell I could tell her anything without completely ruin the moment and make her terribly self-conscious. Last thing I wanted was to mortify the poor thing telling her that she smelled down there.

Surely it must have been some delayed karma I had to pay, probably sometime in my past life or even in my younger days, a guy (or two) overlooked an exotic smell and still ate me nevertheless after a sweaty evening of dancing all night long wearing super tight polyester pants. Well, time to pay it forward, I told myself and went down to business.

I knew I wasn't going to be able to lick her all over as I intended to at first, because the smell was really strong; my mind worked at light speed and I made the executive decision of keeping my nose afloat and remaining engaged only with her clit: that way I could breath easier and stay away from the source of the stink.

I wrapped my lips around the area where her clit was, my tongue circling on it, feeling it grow and get harder between my lips, I started licking and sucking it gently, (keeping my nose away). I was moving very very slow at first, getting adjusted to the poking around my face and the softness of her clit in my mouth, it was actually a weird combination, and it does take a certain level of precision.

She started moaning for real now. Damn, I'm good! I increased the speed of my tongue and pressed my face harder into her mound. I knew her moves were asking me for more, but I was so afraid of sliding a finger in. I know I should know better, I mean, I can take a hard pounding with delight, but the skin and the entrance to her pussy was so pink and looked so delicate, I couldn't help to be afraid of hurting her.

Her pussy was open, asking for more, I decided to press my thumb on the opening and test the area, I wiggled my thumb a little bit and she went wild. Ok, ok, I'll do it... I sucked and wetted my middle finger, turned my hand so the palm was facing up and placed the finger on her slit opening.

OH MY FUCKING GOD!

Her pussy swallowed my finger!!!

I didn't do a thing, I swear I didn't even push, she sucked it all in. That was the coolest thing ever!

Ok, once inside I started looking for the elusive G-spot. Guess what? is not that easy to find!: everything is so moist in there, so tight and spongy, it's hard to know where one is touching... she started moaning and responding with more intensity, but honestly, I'm not sure if I ever got to it. Since I had made my mind not to bring my nose too close, and seeing her getting more and more turned on, I took the vibrator I had brought and easily inserted it on her. oh how she loved it, she asked for harder and harder, so i ended up giving her a good fuck with.

Half way through the eating exercises, I just wished there was a third person in the room, someone to give me a little something; I mean, although it was a real turn on for me to know that I was giving her pleasure and to hear her cumming and enjoying my ministrations, I was doing all the work and getting no direct stimulation, I was turned on and dying for a touch.

The Ugly

After Peggy had few orgasms with the vibrator fuck & clit sucking combination, I gradually brought the intensity down and finally stopped and took the vibrator out of her and saw the juices running out of her, boy she must have cum a lot!. And now, I was looking forward to being on the receiving side of the equation: it had been nearly an hour of me working on her, I needed some for myself. I so wanted her to kiss me, touch me and make my body vibrate to her touch.

At first Peggy didn't seem at all enthusiastic about going beyond hugging and kissing me. She took her sweet time recovering from her multi orgasmic experience; then, she and hurriedly tried to mimic the back rub; she didn't kiss me much, quickly she paid a quick visit to my breasts and it was obvious that she couldn't get herself to go down on me. She positioned her head between my legs and stuck her tongue out as far as she could, licking way too fast on my my clit but without bringing her lips into contact with me. Just like those guys that don't know how to eat pussy and they start at high speed with just the tip of the tongue. Btw, that's exactly how you DON'T start eating pussy.

I was confused.

It had been about 5 minutes, I was barely getting relaxed and adjusted to the lizard-lick when she brought her head up to say: "oh my, look at the clock! I don't mean to rush you, but it's getting late".

Oh, yes, you better believe it!.

Needless to say, that remark was a total turn off. What? oh, really it's getting late now, after I spent an hour giving you ecstatic pleasure, how come you didn't seem to mind if it was day or night then...why didn't you stop me?

Right, it's late, let's just go. Whatever. -What else could I say.

We got up, got dressed, she drove me to my car and that was the end of it. Ah, yes, she was smiling ear to ear all the time.

I know what you're thinking: Yes, I was very aware of her inexperience, but her lack of initiative and apparent disinterest for reciprocation was just a little too...little. One thing is not knowing specific techniques, yet, as a woman, I hoped she would have the basic intuition to guide her, but obviously she had never received a good lick in her life because what she did to me just sucked (and not in a good way); besides, it was obvious that she didn't want to. Fuck, she didn't even try!. Wasn't she the one that was so ready to do it all?

The drive home didn't do anything to alleviate my disappointment. Later that day, I opened my email and found one from her telling me how much she enjoyed it all, how nice it was to spend time with me and that she couldn't wait to repeat it again. How about next week?

Hmm. I don't know.

Girly steps

2009-10-29T19:00:00.000-07:00

Peggy's sexual experience is limited, to say the least: she's only been with two guys: her first and her husband of almost ten years. She told me that she had always been into girls -on paper- meaning, she liked girl-on-girl porn and masturbated to it quite often; but never actually had a girl crush, never felt attracted to a woman in real life. The girl search had been encouraged by her husband who wanted them to move- and soon- in the direction of swinging, so the pressure had been on for a while and eventually out of her natural curiosity (but also giving in to his insistence), she finally took the first step and started the search.

She had met a couple of women on AM but nobody she felt comfortable with, I don't think she actually thought on terms of attractiveness, since she said she didn't even have a type. Her goal was to feel a good vibe and hoped that the positive energy was enough to help her shed her inhibitions. From the moment we met, she told me how pleasantly surprising was the good energy between us, and by how at ease she felt with me. I knew she needed to be pushed a little if I wanted things to move forward, and that's how I took the leading role.

I shared with her details about my story with Adam and after I heard about her swinging goal, also told her about Spankenstein. At first she seemed genuinely shocked and it took her a while to wrap her mind around the news (not the reaction I had expected from someone that is apparently advancing into swinging territory). But eventually the shock subsided and soon she started asking me to tell her about my adventures and seemed curious and excited by them.

One night we were having an IM chat and she told me she had watched one of her girl videos that day. I asked her to describe to me what the girls did in that movie, and what parts she liked; to which she responded with a brief and very clinical summary: they wear cute outfits, kiss, touch, go down on each other, use toys on each other and also strap-ons.

I had never seen a girl on girl porn, so whatever images I had in my head about how sex was conducted between two woman was created mostly out of an active imagination combined with two episodes from "The L word". My fantasized idea of being with a woman was more about softness, sensuality, warmth, tenderness, playfulness and all the corny things that guys roll their eyes at: chocolate in bed, wine, rose petals, slow music, bubble baths, cuddling. Hands and lips and tits are plenty to work with, I thought. Besides, the oral must be great: the kind no man can give because he can't relate - no offense, just saying.

The strap-on business hit a sour note with me, I admit. My mind hadn't gone as far as to think of inserting fingers; let alone toys, strap-ons or any additional accessory. Pounding her pussy with a silicone cock attached to my waist by a belt just didn't fit my perfectly soft picture. I could not imagine myself getting any pleasure from that. Besides I couldn't help but thinking: well, if I wanted a cock, I already have at least two available at the moment. But if that's what floats her boat...

-So, tell me, Peggy, have you given it any thought? I mean, how far do you think you can go with a woman?. Do you have anything off-limits? issues? concerns? requests?
-No, not at all, I think I can do it all, I want to do it all, I've been waiting for this for so long. -she answered
-All right- I said, my mind still stuck on the strap-on mechanics.
-What about you?- she asked.
-Well, I definitely can see myself kissing a woman, fondling and kissing her breasts, but I'm not totally comfortable with the idea of going down on a woman. To begin with, she'd have to be super clean.
-Oh my god, YES! (thank goodness)
-And If I could choose, I'd like her to be either shaved or waxed (like me). By the way, what's your status?
-I shave- she responded
-Good
-Well, that's ok if you're not ready at first- sweet Peggy reassured me- We'll see as we go, we can take our time.

Adorable, isn't she?

Well, this is only to show you that even though we are gender equals, we were both already going into this thing with very different mindsets and expectations. But after all, everyone has their own distorted ideas of sex, right guys?

V-day

2009-10-22T06:00:00.000-07:00

Things with Spankenstein started moving rapidly into a new dimension where there was a welcomed power unbalance between us: besides the sex, he also inflicted pain on me and I subjected (gladly) to it; and with this pain came a new kind of pleasure as well. It was easy because it felt safe: there was never a moment when I feared that he was going to hurt me harder than I could take, or push any limits beyond my tolerance. Somehow, and apparently guided by his intuition, he always knew when to stop, he could just read me. Carefully he led me into the waters that I had been longing to explore for so long. Each time we met, it marked a new milestone, a new height, a new starting point.

Let me tell you about "V-day".

We met at the same hotel, at the usual time. He was waiting for me already and as I parked, he walked towards me, opened my car door and showed me the way to the room. There is this gentleman side to him that is very charming, reassuring and trust inspiring. A total contrast to the monster he unleashes once the threshold has been crossed.

The door closed behind us and soon we were kissing, his hand grabbed my hair and pulling it down, straining my neck. I tried to rub his cock, I knew he was hard and I needed to feel it, but each time my hand approached it, it was firmly slapped away.

Don't touch. No cock for you today- he said. The harder I tried, the harder his slaps on my hand. And each time he said forbidding words to me, the more desperate I became for his cock and his touch.

Tired of pushing my hand away constantly, he firmly held my hands behind my back and focused his attention on my breasts. First through the fabric of my dress, then under- directly on my goose pimpled skin. He started gently with his fingers trailing on my skin, rubbing and playfully pulling at my nipples, then his lips and his wet tongue, kissing, caressing, teasing.

Spankensein tortured and soothed my breasts alternatively; at first he was tender, but slowly his touch became more aggressive and finally just painful. No matter how I whimpered, he didn't ease his grip, no matter how I begged, he didn't stop. He bit, he pinched, he slapped, he pulled, he sucked, he twisted. I took it and enjoyed it; as weird as it sounds I liked his roughness almost a little more than the tenderness. When I couldn't bear the pain anymore, when my breathing started cutting short and my eyes started to water, he let go.

He forcefully turned me around as he ordered me to get on all fours on the bed. He stood behind me watching quietly, like he was inspecting me, judging me, seizing me up, probably deciding what to do next. I remained quiet and stood in place excitedly waiting for his next order or attack. He lifted my dress to my waist and started softly caressing my butt. Oh, I knew what was coming: I had been waiting for his hard hand on me for weeks. Finally I was going to feel the pain again, the welcomed suffering he knew I wanted and he imparted so well.

This was no tentative game anymore, by now it was clear that I could take it, it was obvious how wet it made me and he was enjoying it as much as I did. His hand started slapping one cheek, then the other, increasing the force: hard, harder. He slapped my thighs as well. This time there was no silly game of little pain, at first he started gently but very soon he went at it with real strength; this was real pain, real burning, real anguish; oh, so real were my moans of pleasure after each slap, the anxiety I felt between my legs, my twists of pain and the loud whimpers that escaped my lips after each swat of his hand.

Just as abruptly as the spanking begun, it stopped and was replaced by a caring rubbing with the palms of his hands. Sweet, gentle, slow kisses followed. Soon his mouth found its way between my legs, his tongue trailing up and down my wet slit and then moving to that spot he seemed to be so fond of. I surrendered to the amazing sensation of his tongue flickering round my tight asshole.

My pussy welcomed his fingers: one. in. deep. out. then two, even deeper and even harder, he started fucking me with his fingers relentlessly, hitting at the right angle, over and over again, finally I pushed myself into his hand and I came, riding the first welcomed wave of pleasure that had been waiting to burst since the minute I saw him.

But no fingers could match my desire for the pressure of his cock spreading me open. No tongue could appease the need that I had for his shaft pounding in me. I asked, I begged, and finally I heard him dropping his pants to the floor and in a swift move, burying his cock in me. Warm, hard and strong.

Yees!, he held me by the hips and started thrusting fast, deep and hard, - Si! Si! Mas! Mas! Oh god he was riding me so good. He was fucking me the way I was meant to be fucked, no mercy, no gentleness, just raw cunt pounding. So fucking good I lost awareness of my surroundings: I felt like floating, and the second orgasm took hold of me; my cunt now a wet, slippery entrance welcoming the fast thrusts that kept coming from him. Then all of a sudden he stopped and withdrew. His cock no longer inside of me. It took a second for me to understand the sudden emptiness. His hand moved to the middle of my back, holding me steady in place. Immediately and without a warning I felt his cock head pushing its way in my ass. all. the. way. in.

I had a moment of confusion: was this really happening?. But how? did he really...? was he...? It was just hard to comprehend. I turned my head to look at the mirror and there I was, tangled hair on the bed, burning red cheeks in the air, his hand on my waist, his head looking down, one of his legs was on the bed, his foot next to my knee, the other on the floor. He was almost sitting on my haunches and as massive as his frame is, it felt weightless. And I saw this huge hard cock moving in and out of my ass in a perfect and painless rhythm. Only in movies I had seen something that raw. Just the visual of that moment sent a heat wave through my body; my hand reached for my clit and I started rubbing it frantically.

He kept fucking my ass like there was no tomorrow and soon after my initial shock, the pleasure started. I begun grunting, I wanted to scream, I wanted to howl. I could feel every inch of him in me moving in and out, balls deep and striking hard; my muscles wrapped tightly around his cock, around every single inch of his shaft in all its length and width. And it felt good. My body was warm and electrified, all the energy of the universe was focused on the pressure and friction of his cock in my ass.

I won't lie and say that I came again. I couldn't: no matter how hard I rubbed on my clit. Not because the sensation wasn't great, I just think I wasn't used to cumming during anal. In my experience, cumming (in any of its forms) takes some training: you learn where to tense, what muscles to use, how to angle yourself, how to call in the orgasm, etc. But just the fact that I was feeling pleasure was thoroughly surprising and exciting for me.

Everything after those glorious minutes is a blurry memory. He pulled out and came on my back, I think. I was semi conscious: partly in shock, partly just exhausted after such intense sensations.

How did he get his cock in me so easily without the help of any lube?, how did he go so deep, so fast without me feeling any pain at all?. That's all a mystery to me. No, I was no anal virgin by any stretch, but let's say that if I had to fill in an Anal-questionnaire, I would always check the box that said " I can tolerate it"; but never the one that said : "I definitely enjoy it".

Up until that day, that is.

Oil and water

2009-10-20T06:00:00.000-07:00

We all have our own ways of dealing with the dualities of quotidian life and sporadic affairs, just like we have our own ways to rationalize them in our brains.

Compartmentalization is not the word I relate to. To me, it sounds too square, to clinical, too cold. My public persona and my inside lover are not two different boxes, not totally separate and delimited: one doesn't fade when the other has the spotlight. They are always together, touching, bouncing and coexisting in relative peace.

I was never really good at chemistry but I do know that oil and water don't mix. They don't react to each other in an explosive repelling way either: they move around almost in sync, float around each other, they dance independently yet together, almost in a musical kind of harmony. I love those lava lamps!

I think of my life as a transparent glass of water: from the distance it looks pristine, fresh, clean and uncontaminated. But take a closer look and you'll see the drops of oil floating on the surface (the lovers): some are bigger than others, each one claims a space of its own and floats independently, eventually most of them merge into just one big bubble of memories, but without adulterating (or so one hopes) the water that contains them. It's easy to spot a drop of oil floating on water, and it's very easy to remove it almost without disturbing the calm surface: just submit it to cold temperatures.

So far I had managed to keep my oil/water life running perfectly. In many ways I was just guided by my natural instinct and it was just the way I always dealt with men. Always keeping the guard up, the feelings on check, maintaining enough emotional distance as to make a separation swift and painless if necessary. Always in control. I had my own set of rules and never broke them, they gave me the security I needed for my mental sanity: don't invite him to you house, don't spend too much time with him, don't see him too often, don't share too much information about your real life, don't talk about your spouse, don't ask about his...and the list goes on and on.

It's easy when we are talking about water and oil (men and woman), after all, they are two different elements; effortlessly we recognize the contrast and manage to keep that protective hermetic and natural barrier that can make it all work without fizz or explosion.

But Peggy is not oil, she's not a repelled element: she's water, like me; a little different, but yet very, very much alike. It was difficult to keep the emotional barrier with her. When you release a drop op pink water in a glass of clear water, give it some time and they inevitably merge, one changes the other in irreversible ways.

The problem with getting involved with a woman is the emotional vulnerability. It's just too easy to become friends, it's just so comfortable to talk to each other frequently and create this bond that would have been forbidden and avoided at all costs with a man, but almost inevitable with her.

One day we met in a neutral location for a playful adventure that ended in a kiss. Few weeks after, she was a welcomed guest at my house for coffee.

How easily we break our rules..

Side note

2009-10-16T06:00:00.000-07:00

Wow, for the second time, Riff Dog recommends my blog on his blog.

Now that I think about it, I never got to thank him the first time around, with it being a secret at the time and whatnot. But better late than never, right? So here it is: gracias papi, muah!
[I hope you find amusing what's coming next in the story. Buaahahahaha].

How did I make it to the list of the recommended blogger, you may ask? well, the first time around, it took a lot of writing, silly remarks, plenty of finger crossing and extreme luck that for whatever capricious reason, my blog got his attention for the merit of itself and not because he knew who Eva really was (pat in the back).

But in order to be mentioned twice? hmm, I think you all must agree that I deserve special treatment thanks to the power of having given him memorable blow jobs, right? (pat in the back).

Now you know what it takes: so if you need a second blog-mention and want to boost the traffic to your blog, well, get to work people: nothing is free!. (Riff, we'll talk about my commission later).

Which brings me to the next question: he used to talk a lot about Ms. I and about Coquette, and if I'm not wrong, he even mentioned Will's Crack the Whip more than once as well (?)...

Perhaps it's time for some confessions here! I can't promise the post will self destroy, but you can trust me: (whispering) I won't tell anyone.

On curling toes

2009-10-15T06:00:00.000-07:00

I was reading the TMI posted by Sexy PTA Mom here, and going through the mental exercise of coming up with my own answers. Usually, by the time I get to read TMI's, it's too late to post them myself. How come I don't get that memo, btw(?).

Here are the questions, my answers and the issue:

1. On a scale of 1-10 (10 being the highest), how satisfied are you with your life? 8
1a. On a scale of 1-10 (10 being the highest), how satisfied are you with your sex life? 8
2. What is the easiest way for you to reach orgasm? vibrator on my clit
3. what are 3 inevitable things about you? practical, optimistic, never hold a grudge
4. What is your favorite sexual position? (yes you have to narrow it to one): doggie
4a. What is you least favorite sexual position? my legs on his shoulders-too deep, it hurts
5. Favorite body part/parts of the opposite (or same) sex? opposite: arms, chest and shoulder / same: hair and lips
6. Would you rather have you significant other (this can be a hypothetical SO) have sex with someone else or fall in love with someone else? [You have to pick one.]. In a risk-free world, I wonder how he'd behave when in love.
8. Name three words that:
a) get you excited: reservation - foretells expensive fun
b) make you squirm: retard -I hate that word
c) make you laugh: anygüey (spanglish for anyway)

Question #7. was: When you have a "toe-curling" orgasm, do your toes curl up, or down?

My instant answer was: What toe curling orgasm? How can one know?.

Seriously! In my almost 20 years of active sexual life, not only it took me the first ten to actually experience an orgasm provoked by a man either orally, manually or during intercourse, I've then spent the other ten just trying to repeat that experience (with very little success, actually). For the most part, my orgasmic history fits in the "almost cumming -damn, I lost it" category- nobody told me I was supposed to be noticing the toes!

I can't be the only one pondering on the issue of the toe curl -or my lack of awareness about it, to be exact. I mean, sure, probably I've used the metaphoric figure in a post somewhere, just like I've mentioned being ripped open, or the delicious sweet taste of cum; but c'mon, that's just literary enhancement. But in reality... that stuff is just myth, right?. Let's just all agree on that one, or I won't be able to sleep.

Let me ask the ladies, how can you be so sure that your toes actually curl? have you seen it with your own eyes? do you have a visual proof that it occurs? I've read about that so many times, I can almost believe it, except that I've never been aware of my own tows curling during orgasm. I can feel the tension on my legs before the orgasm, sometimes they even shake, but no sensation specifically toe related during it.

Let me tell you, I couldn't find one picture out there of orgasmic toe curling; that must mean something. [the image here? those are my toes and there is no orgasm anywhere near, in case you're wondering.] Like talking about aliens. Many think they've seen them, but show me the proof, then I'll believe it. If the toe curling is a common phenomenon occurring out there, then again, I was again cheated by mother nature or I'm a freak or the toe curling women are probably a breed as rare as the squirting ones - and don't even get me started on that one.

How do the women out there know which way their toes curl? is it because at some point their lover told them? "hey, baby, when you cum, your toes point up". Do they record a video of themselves? (good idea, though), or are they that aware of their body to notice what is going on at the other end, all at the same time as they're experiencing an orgasm? that can't be! Don't tell me that by looking at the reflection in the mirror: who can cum with their eyes open? it's like sneezing: impossible!

When I'm playing solitaire, as the climax starts approaching, something in my brain disconnects: I could be sitting on a burning stove or hanging from a cliff, it would make no difference: I loose awareness of my lower extremities... Hmm, probably I only have upper body orgasms because sure I'm aware of the feeling in my stomach, in my head, in my butt, but nowhere below there. Not at all.

I've tried, oh, yes, you bet, many times I've slid under the sheets with the sole purpose of bringing myself to orgasm and pay attention to the freaking toes. But like many other things, when you want to force them, they don't happen, so mostly I end up with a frustrating unresponsive body or a light and barely noticeable orgasm, but still without finding out the answer. Other times, I'm just horny, and well, the last thing on my mind are my toes.

But... what if... perhaps...is it possible that I've never achieved a toe curling Orgasm ? Is that a different category on its own? Somebody tell me please.

Seems like I'm going to need a third party to observe and take notes, since I'm obviously incapable of finding the answer on my own. Probably next time I'm with a lover I should ask him/her to pay specific attention to my feet and give me the answer to this existencial question. Any volunteers?

Finding Peggy

2009-10-13T06:00:00.000-07:00

Where were we? ah, yes, the phone conversation. So words more, words less, this is what was said.

-When is it that we're going do to that?- I asked
-What do you mean That? a threesome?- He responded surprised
-Yes, of course! It must be so much fun with you -I said
-Well, it's fine by me, but how do we go about it? do you have a willing girlfriend?
-No, I wish! I don't know... why don't you find a girl -smart me
-I don't know about that, besides it's more important for you to like her.
-Hmm, yes, I guess you're right. Ok, I'll find a girl.

Yes, yes, I know, very naive of me to think that finding a girl was as easy as opening yet another AM profile in the female looking for female section (What? you didn't know there was such a thing? c'mon, AM is for everything! really, so nobody out there has checked the M looking for M? well, who will volunteer for that research?) and quickly schedule a hotel meeting for a delightful afternoon of lips, limbs and wetness.

Ok, perhaps my imagination run short on that one, but to me, AM was the one and only way. I'm not comfortable with any of the other sites out there, CL sounds fake to me and AFF scares me.

First step: open profile. And there I started running into trouble. You see, it's very easy to think of the stuffs that would attract men, after all, I've done that most of my life: sense of humor, no drama, a little bit of irony, some sexy remark and we are in business.... but do women like that? What is the right thing to write if one wants to attract a decent looking, feminine girl, but not a butch one?. Lipstic only, I later came to learn, describes the category I was looking for and the one I belong to as well.

The search process is a the same time familiar and totally new when it comes to looking for girls in a sexual context. I know what qualities I like in a friend, in a coworker and so on, but a lover? In so many ways I had to start thinking like a man: oh, gosh, no drama, I don't want some unhappy depressed chick that I have to console or constantly cheer up, or a bitchy "my way of the highway" demanding one, I don't want a jealous lesbian falling in love with me and troubling my life.. hmm, does it sound horrible if I write hygiene twice?. How about experience, do I want her to know the whole book already or would it be better to start with one as clueless as I am? How straightforward can I be without sounding bitchy myself?

After a couple of trials and with the approving nod of Spanky, I was happy with my final profile: it was honest about my lack of experience, yet reassuring ( I thought) mentioning my great curiosity. I also made clear that I would prefer a girl with little to no experience, a Birgin like myself, and was very clear about the kind of girl I'd be attracted to. I left out the humor because I wanted to sound serious and real.

Profile set, private picture available, he generously transferred credits to my new profile, so I could send emails, and with all ready and in place, I started my search for a lover girl.

Second, step: checking profiles. And second problem I ran into. Most of the profiles were actually couples looking for third wheels. Hmm, that's trouble, just like us, damn, the competition was tough, besides, some of those legit couples were able to post pictures together, and for sure that increased their chances of a response. I couldn't do that.

I did the hunting routine for a few days and all I got was a bunch of fake emails, what's up with these Canadian chicks??. Aggrrr, I never had to deal with junk mail when looking for guys, but this was fake after fake after fake, annoying.

I kept Spanky informed about the process and the frustrations I was running into along the way. He found it amusing that for the first time I had to deal with all the flakiness and fakiness of women out there, oh yes, I found myself in his shoes and it was not funny.

Soon we we both agreed that the chance of finding a third wheel on AM to join us (considering all the limitations of time and space that our relationship entails) was going to be prove problematic. It would be different (and so much easier) if we could go to a swingers club or some other kind of venue like that, but in the virtual world, it would be, well, virtually impossible.

So he granted me freedom to fly solo in my quest and re-asses the strategy first with the objective of satisfying my curiosity and fulfill my girl-girl fantasy. -As long as I shared all the details, he demanded.

And so I did.

In two weeks I got about five responses from legit women in my county (note: county, not city):

Girl 1. Could work, we exchanged a couple of emails and then she dissapeared.
Girl 2. No pic, but way too graphic and aggressive on her email. yuk.
Girl 3. Butch - not my type.
Girl 4. Looked like a stripper, probably another fake.
Girl 5. No pic but a real email, a really nice email.

You guessed it, Girl 5 was Peggy.

If you're new to the story, and before we jump to the next chapter, may I suggest you to read these posts: "Dear Abby" and also "El beso" ,so we can all be on the same page.

To be continued...

The story of Peggy. Preface

2009-10-08T06:00:00.000-07:00

What? you forgot about Peggy? how could you?!!!

Let's get back to that story and tell it from the beginning. Well, you know how fucked up my chronological sense is. And, ok, I confess I left out some tiny little detail in the name of drama, but c'mon we all had fun, didn't we?

So here is how the story of Peggy begun:

It was a regular morning, Spankenstein and I were having our occassional phone catching-up talk that led to "did you read Monday's post from so and so? you should!. You know, the usual. There had been this post about a threesome fantasy recently published by a fellow lady blogger (sadly gone now). That fantasy post was very hot, I liked it a lot. I liked the idea, and it got me thinking how it would be: I tried to imagine him in that room with those two beautiful women- me being one of them. He had read the post and liked it too, and he liked my idea even more..

Hmm.. no, wait, before I get into that conversation, let's go back a bit: two decades into my teenage years and the beginning of my girl crushes, so you really know where I'm coming from.

I've had three girl crushes in my life, with these girls I felt a clearly intense bond that went beyond the emotional. I do have many other lady friends that don't inspire any kind of bad thought in me, but my three muses did:

Aglaea was the first, early on my teenage days. By that time I was aware of sex and timidly mingling with boys, but I knew this thing I felt for her was different. We went together to the same catholic-all-girls-run-by-nuns-school, but we were not book buddies. At school we practically ignored each other: she belonged to the innocent-geeks club, I belonged to the lazy but lucky sorority. But we happened to be next door neighbors, so after homework was done (in her case, for I rarely did my homework), we would hang out. She was my first love.

Of course it was strictly platonic: I guess she was just too innocent to notice my advances. Not that I was very experienced, but I surely was daring. I did manage to make attempts for closeness. I was slowly gaining territory until one day her brother walked in on us: we were in her room dancing cheek to cheek, it was a bolero or a tango, some adventure I made up only with the intention of being close to her. Funny, she would follow any crazy idea I had without questioning. I remember that day, legs intertwined, bodies hugging, me holding her in my arms, we were laughing.. she looked up at me (I was taller), her round face, framed by straight long golden hair, her pink lips... I almost, almost... but the stupid asshole brother of hers made a very big deal of that, calling us "lesbo-girls" and from that day on, she avoided getting too close to me.

All of that affection still remains intact to this day. I adore her. I see her about once a year when I go back to my third world country, we're still close friends: she's become a high power executive with chunky husband, ugly daughter and luxury penthouse. Whenever I see her, I still get shaky and nervous: she's the same innocent pretty geek under her power-suit. And each time, as I leave her house I hear myself saying: next year I'll do it, I'm going to kiss her, next year for sure!. But I value her friendship too much to risk it. She wasn't that kind of girl and definitely she's not that kind of woman.

Second was Euphrosyne, that girl was amazing! We were college friends, but again, not book buddies. She was another straight A's geek, smart and disciplined. While she was doing her research in the library three weeks in advance of due date, I was drinking beer outside the library with the guys, oh yes, that was me! Again, lazy but lucky. Believe it or not, I managed to pull out an excellent GPA. I also developed high tolerance to stress by doing last minute assignments staying up all night until 6 am and useful kiss-ass skills like nobody else. ok, it cost me a couple of blow-jobs along the road too, but that counts as education and character builder, don't they say?

She had her naughty side: she loved dancing, so once her homework was done, she jumped in my wagon and we would go clubbing quite frequently and quite successfully. Caramel long hair, with perfect hourglass figure: we made a striking pair. At some point we were dating two guys that were best friends, they used to call us "la rubia y la morena" (the blond and the brunette). Ha, we built a reputation in the night scene, a bad one, but for that I take all the ~~credit~~ blame.

But for whatever fortuitous reason, we were never alone. There was always someone with us, either her study group, my drinking buddies or one of our guys, I remember one night the four of us were at her boyfriends place: lights low, sitting on the floor, smoking, drinking and talking like the stereotypical bohemians we so wanted to be (I always loved the misunderstood poet role myself). While others raved on Techno music, we were convinced we had been born in the wrong decade, listening to "protest music" and solving all the world injustices. Peace an love, but it was the late 90's.. shame.

That night we got pretty drunk, there was a lot of kissing and excessive displays of affection from each couple, at some point the guys were sitting and we girls stood up with the beat of happy music and started dancing, hips rolling, hair loose, hands waving in the air, we got close and closer.. Yes, I was drunk but very aware of what I was doing and where I wanted to go... I was tired of seeing her kissing him, I wanted her to kiss ME!. She was just really drunk.

Eventually our bodies attached and we kept dancing, my hand on her hips, her head pulled back, I almost, almost..but her boyfriend got horny or something, drunk and all he managed to get up and hug her from behind, she turned to him and soon they disappeared into the hallway that went to the bedroom... Another lost attempt, my last one actually. Soon after, she broke up with that guy and got serious with an outsider geek. He took her away from me into the righteous world of the "decent woman". What a waste.

I also make a point of seeing her each time I go back home, she is still married to the geek that eventually turned into asshole, two adorable boys, middle class existence: I believe I would have made her happier...

Number three was Thalia, another blond indeed (I guess I have a type), probably she was a geek in her schooling days, because she is a very serious professional.

That was a couple of years ago, we were working in the same industry, different companies, same role. We run into each other everywhere at events, parties, cocktails and similar kiss-ass bullshit. See? putting my skills into practice; no blow jobs though, it's the US and they don't do business like that here (clearing throat).

Anyways, we built a in-situ friendship: whenever we run into each other, which happened almost weekly, we made a point to do the duty quickly and then just drift to a corner and pretty much just gossip. Adorable girl, sweet, a little too serious, happily married and very well behaved.

I guess I can bring out the naughty in people, specially girlfriends, they all can testify to that. Well at least I try, except, my spell only goes so far. ..

It was an out of town conference: busy days, boring nights, we checked with each other and agreed to spend a well deserved pool relaxation time together the afternoon of our arrival. Ooh, my, I had never seen her wearing anything but suits, she walked into the lobby wearing a mini skirt and tight t-shirt that already revealed her generous tits, then she took it off by the pool to dazzle me with a (dare I say) not very modest bikini. What a body! Well, I used to like her, but from that moment on I just wanted her- badly. Following the lazy afternoon, we attended the official dinner that turned into drinking with an improvised crowd.

By the fifth margarita everybody was happy, we started getting touchy, she and I: you know, like drunk girls do, occasional arms around each other, laughing with our faces really close.. that kind of thing. Again, I was tipsy but very aware, specially of her lips, full, red, wet and inviting. Did she notice my eyes wandering every two seconds to look at her mouth? who knows. Next thing, and already late into the evening, she asked ME to go with her up to her room to pick up something. She didn't quite say what, just mumbled something, grabbed my hand and waved to the happy crowd "we'll be right back". As hopeful as I was, it did look like she wanted to get away from this chunky midget that was obviously trying to hit on her, not knowing that I had the same intentions...

We got to her room, she went to the bathroom and came out, I was just so nervous and tipsy on top of that, just wanting for her to take a pause, she was walking all over the room, looking for whatever it was. I was standing there, pleading with myself to have the courage, to walk to her, hold her by the shoulders and just kiss her. I was dying to kiss her. Those lips, that tongue, I could just imagine...There was a moment of stillness and silence, too short for me to get a clue, then she grabbed my hand again and walked me out of the room. Fuck fuck fuck, it all happened so fast. I didn't dare, I lost my chance. Our friendship continued and for the next year or so I had the biggest lust/crush for her, I would jump whenever I heard her voice on the phone, I would shake whenever I saw her, I would almost die every time she hugged me or gave me a kiss on the cheek...but I never had another opportunity like that night. Then I left that job and we lost touch.

But damn, if I could turn back time, I would do it in a heartbeat, all of them.

Mistress for hire

2009-10-06T06:00:00.000-07:00

Question to the men: have you ever learned something new with the mistress and brought it home to put it into practice with the wife?.

My problem with Adam is that somehow, and I don't know if it's because of my strong accent (specially when I'm agitated) or because he has the shortest attention span in the universe- I just can't get my message across to him!.

The other day we were in the middle of sex. Something* was hitting me at a wrong angle and I was voicing my discomfort, but he seemed to be oblivious to my complaints and kept at it, minding his own fucking business.

That incident ended up in a fight. And it's not the first time it happens. In my defense, I am not a nagging kind of woman, but if there is something uncomfortable going on during sex, I need to say it and I need him to listen, change course, readjust, and then resume the activity. But noooo, when he's fucking, he's blind, deaf and brainless and on top of that he has his ego (big one) and not always my suggestions, comments or constructive criticisms are well received.

BUT, I suspect that if he was with another woman and in the middle of fucking she'd request him to change this or slow that or whatever, he would listen. I'm almost sure if she'd ask him to touch her like this, or kiss her like that, he would do it. I guess he would, because whenever I've been with a lover, they've all shown complete attention and willing compliance to fulfill my requests (and so have I).

His loving skills (or lack thereof) are the reason why I'd never do a threesome with Adam and another girl: it would be too stressful for me. I'm mortified to think that I'd bring a girl into our bed, only for Adam to fuck it up. Imagine?! Going through the work of luring a girl in, only to see the poor innocent being badly fucked by him?. How embarrassing!.

Adam is the impersonation of the Orgy-pooper: He'd be the drooling man with an early hard-on that cums prematurely even before the fun starts. Never the suave Don Juan. No. Not my Adam. When it comes to sex, I wouldn't send him even to my worst enemy. It's like being married to a bad dentist: I know what he does and I know he does his best, but I'd never recommend him to my friends.

Adam needs to learn, but the education must be imparted by a neutral party. He (I) needs a woman that can teach him how to kiss, touch, lick, and generally fuck better. He needs to awaken his imagination; learn new tricks and perfect the old techniques; he needs a girl that will release his inner freak. I've tried and I've failed. He already takes me for granted to make that kind of effort. There's nothing more I can do at this point. I need help. Adam needs a mistress- but it has to look like an accident.

So I'm looking for a mistress for hire. Someone willing to do a little husband-training for me, get close to him, seduce him (I'll give her tips and shortcuts), fuck the brains out of him while teaching him specific tricks, techniques and positions; test him to make sure he accomplishes the program (I'll provide a list of the ideal achievements), make sure that he learned the lessons, bring some naughty-spice into his life and then dump him. I'll pay. I'll pay well for that service. And she might eventually get a great fuck with a considerably well endowed man. All at my expense!

But I don't want someone that has any interest in stealing my husband away, so this mistress needs to be happy with whatever her current situation is, or at least content. I just need a neutral friend that can help me make some improvements on him, without him knowing I'm behind any of this.

How come we can hire dog trainers, home help, nannies, tutors and all sort of people that can jump in when we get stuck or are incapable of taking on a task? Surely, there must be a cock-training service somewhere out there!.

Do you know of anyone trust worthy? Would any of the ladies out there care for a barter exchange? you train mine, I train yours kind of deal?

Spankenstein in private

2009-09-24T06:00:00.000-07:00

I got to the hotel, parked and took the elevator up. Turned right and found the room. I knocked at the door, he opened. It was surprising to see him standing there barefoot, he looked so comfortable in his jeans and t-shirt, not like this was some impersonal hotel room but his own space, his territory, like he was so used to doing this, get a room and kick his shoes off while the girl arrives. Not a trace of nervousness in his hands. Not a trembling in his voice.

Again I was nervous, and again, I didn't know why. As soon as I placed my purse in the side table, I turned to see him standing right there by me. We kissed. A hungry kiss, full, mouths open and inquisitive tongues. I knew he had been waiting for the opportunity to have me behind closed doors and, boy did he show me!.

Then he carried me to the bed! I'm telling you, if there was any ice to break, he surely knew how. It was cute, I gasped and chuckled a little at his macho display of strength.

Then we started the "you're my girl"- "yes, I'm your girl" dialogue. It was fun, but it wasn't very serious -if you know what I mean- so far it all had been mostly words and a little hair pulling. I smiled delighted when he had to rearrange his pants a couple of times with an ever increasing hard-on. I just knew he wasn't going to last much longer.

But I was wrong.

His fingers wrapped around my hair even tighter and all of a sudden I had no range of motion in my head, his massive body was on top of me, and, although I still had free hands, it was obvious that if he wanted, holding them in place wasn't going to be a big challenge for him.

-"say you're pretty"- Ha, up until that day, that didn't constitute sex talk for me, actually saying anything on demand was not part of my foreplay idea. One thing is to talk in the middle of fucking and do a little dirty whore/slut exchange, but to be specifically demanded to say something? It felt weird, at first it sounded funny. What? Naah! Ouch!

But he was serious, and so were his eyes, and his increasingly painful grip on my nipples. Fuck. His voice so demanding and his fingers pinching me merciless. I was partly turned on and partly confused by the great enjoyment I was getting out of him hurting me. But still not willing to comply with anything he asked. Not just because.

He told me to turn around and take off my jeans. Yes! He's going to fuck me now, I thought. I was ready. All the while I was laying down, I kept wriggling my mound against the front seam of my jeans, following my instinct and the desire that had been awaken in my pussy, for each pull he gave to my sensitive nipples sent a rush of blood between my legs. I needed direct touch, my clit was engorging and I needed more pressure on it.

Then I felt his hand on me. Oh shit, and I thought Mr. Bond had hit me hard?. How wrong I had been. He started spanking me hard and harder, over and over on the same spot, first it hurt, then it burned, then it stung. The pain was impossible, but he didn't show any sign of stopping. I tried to remain silent, but each time I moaned, it helped me release the tension that was building within me.

I felt the heat growing in my stomach, and I heard my own moans getting louder and louder. My pussy was in flames, my clit ready to burst and begging for pressure. I would have used my hands but I needed them to hold me steady, my ass was in the air and my legs spread, so I couldn't even close them tight together to create some friction. Gosh I needed him to touch me so bad. Each slap he gave me, I felt it directly on my clit: pain/pleasure. pain/ pleasure. At one point I remember holding still, and feeling the heat rise all the way up my spine. I think I came, but I'm not sure, this was different, but whatever it was, it managed to blind me for a split second.

No idea how long the spanking lasted, next thing I remember were his lips on my ass chick and then his tongue slowly circling my ass. Oh, my!. First time for me. I didn't expect him to go beyond a few licks, but his tongue increased the speed until he was tongue-fucking my ass, damn, his worshiping tongue was exploring every hole of me, and each part felt better than the last, it was amazing. By now I was just so ready to beg for anything, I just needed something inside of me. I was desperate.

Finally he slit his fingers in my warm, gushing wet and grateful pussy, aaah, what a relief. One finger or two probably, I don't know: I was so wet, he could have been able to stick his whole arm in me. And his hands are huge!- two of his fingers are as big as many cocks out there- kind of huge. Oh, how filling, how hard, how fucking deep he shove his fingers in me. This was no careful massaging, it was hard and fast, like he wanted to touch my throat through my pussy.

Nothing would have been able to stop the train wreck my body had become, his deep voice encouraging me go let go, to take what he was giving me; his fingers in and out and deeper and faster...I wanted to hold it, I wanted to wait for his cock in me, but I couldn't. I came, oh god! how I came. I pushed myself as much as I could against his hand as I felt the orgasm taking over me: little happy animal, hot and wet, short of breath and watery eyes, grinding, shaking.

He gave me some pause, turned me on my back and we kissed more. It was torture seeing his cock and not been able to touch it, or lick it, of feel it in me, oh please!. For a moment I thought he was just going to jerk off and just cum there in front of me. No no no! He made me wait so long, by then I would have done anything, said anything, I just needed that cock.

There was a pause during our kissing while he slid on a condom. It gave me enough time to see in detail the geography of his cock: a pink, thick shaft, with rivers of protruding purple veins almost bursting against the sheer skin. Ahhm, my pussy filled with anticipation, silently begging.

He placed his cock head right on my slit, like he was waiting for some imaginary bell to indicate the right moment. Please... Then he went all the way in, dios mio. Finally, his heavy cock in me. In, out, deep, glorious.

And then he came, oh, how he came! how he groaned, how he held still, how his body twitched: THAT was beautiful.

After the lunch

2009-09-22T06:00:00.002-07:00

As I got in my car after the lunch with Spankenstein, I turned on my phone to find, much to my surprise, five texts and two voice messages. - All of them from Manimal.

He was frantically trying to get a hold of me because he had time that afternoon and wanted to see me. Picture this, as I was getting acquainted with Spankenstein's cock, my phone was being bombarded by Manimal's desperate messages. Priceless!

The following week I had my last encounter with the Matador, there was sex -great sex- in it, of course, and lots of talking too. We spent the whole day together and I had a great time. A little emotional too, being aware that this was our last time; knowing that the chances of ever seeing him again were none. Goodbyes are always sad, and I can be pathetically sentimental at times. That was one of those times. We stayed in touch and recently we were im-ing and he started talking about his desire to visit my third world country next year. I offered to be his tour guide: If we plan it right, I'll see him again one more time and in my territory.

In all fairness, I'll confess that had the Matador stayed in town longer, my life probably would have become a tid bit complicated: I had already decided to grant Spankenstein a position on the the team and, don't get me wrong, I'm the first to encourage juggling multiple guys, hell, it can be fun! but juggling those two would have been too much, even for me.

And then Manimal's life got complicated all of a sudden: changes happening in his work and domestic life. Not that I was freaked out by any of that, but it was obvious that he needed clarity and time to fix whatever was fixable and bring his life to a new beginning. We kept correspondence but didn't meet again. By the time Christmas came, he was packing his stuffs and moving -solo- to the other side of the country.

Between November and January I saw very little of Spankenstein -or of anyone else, for that matter: life, work and festivities got in the way. But the new year arrived full of new possibilities.

From now on, I'll try to stick to the chronological order of events. But I know nobody wants to read yet another post about the park blow job, I mean, Riff already awarded us with both, the g-rated version and the funny-porno one, so I won't be that cruel. I'll skip that one and jump to our first fuck date. Sorry, but there's a scene that needs to be revisited...

Meet Spankenstein

2009-09-17T06:00:00.000-07:00

Funny how things can get complicated so easily: one day I was complaining about the fuck drought I was going through; the next, I have not one, but two (Matador and Manimal ) really good teammates around, plus Mr. Bond, which although wasn't exactly my type, showed me a really good time AND a date with Spankenstein.

Who was it that said: "when it rains, it pours"?; well, for me this was looking more like a flood of biblical proportions. But I'm not complaining, I can manage.

It's with that spirit that the lunch date with Spankestein was set up. Finally I was going to be face to face with the infamous Blogger, the AM asshole. Time to put the myth of the dog to the test and see if this guy was half as good as what he sounds in writing.

For reasons beyond my control, the actual date had to be re-scheduled by me a couple of times; I'm sure that by the time I actually confirmed, he must have thought that I was what they call in my third world country an "egg warmer" or as you'd say, a ball teaser. Bad news, specially because I wanted to get rid of the email-queen reputation I had won with him.

Spankenstein sent me directions to the meeting place. Said place is located in a somewhat busy street, and as I've told you before, I'm not really good at driving and I'm even worse at parking, so as I was approaching the destination, I slowed down to 0.01 mile per hour, looking for a spot to park. That's when I saw him for the first time. It was easy to recognize him because, thank god, this one does look like his pictures. That's him! I told myself as I drove past this very serious looking man wearing very dark sunglasses, sitting on a bench in front of the restaurant.

I parked and as I walked around the car, I noticed my legs were shaking. This rarely happens to me, usually it's the guys the ones doing the shaking, but this was like meeting a celebrity, a minor celebrity mind you, but still...I was excited, nervously excited.

I took a deep breath and started walking towards the restaurant. He didn't seem to notice me until I almost bumped into him. I flashed my killing smile and stood in front of him.

-Gabi?, he asked

-Yes, Riff? and as I was saying that, the man stood up. Oh, shit, this motherfucker is huge! - My first thought? "hmm that's going to be anatomically challenging". I didn't think I had enough neck to look up at his face and I was wearing heels!. Then he said something else, I don't remember the words, but I do remember the Voice, he has a deep, powerful voice: if his normal voice in a cheerful mood is so strong; this man in a bad mood must sound pretty scary. I also think we shook hands, because I do remember he was a little shaky as well .

And since he did the cruel celebrity comparison with me, I'll do the same to him: "So, tell us, Eva, what celebrity does Riff Dog looks like?"

Had you ask me that day, probably I would have responded: no one, he doesn't look like any celebrity I can think of. But then, one day I was watching this extremely intellectual and very interesting documentary, I think it's called "E! True Hollywhom Story" and I could swear I had just seen him on my TV. He looks soo much like Tim Robbins, but with intense brown eyes and fleshier lips.

We went inside, yes, he held the door for me and all, he even suggested his favorite item from the menu and so our lunch started, very friendly, my nervousness went out the window and we slowly fell into a comfortable vibe, mostly catching up to his blog stories and a brief relate of my AM misadventures.

It was so much fun! we were teasing back and forth about being sluts and what not, I was trying to get all the information I could about how behind he was in his blog and what was going on in real time. I asked the usual questions: how many? how long ago? what about now? He lied: Me? nooo!, not seeing anyone right now, all alone. Then lied: Poor me, last one was months ago. And then lied some more: I'm just holding off for the right one... blah, blah, blah.

And so did I. Specially when it came to the numbers, well, what difference does it make three or thirteen? it's just a number. right? He asked about my young man experiment: KK in this blog, I gave him the summary of that story and told him the things I didn't like or would have improved about the affair, in the hopes that he was taking notes so not to repeat the same mistakes. Then he asked me if after KK I had any other adventure... Hmm. let me think...hmm, should I say it or should I hold my peace.. Ok, yes, just one, though.

I admitted to another guy because I didn't want to sound too inexperienced, but intentionally avoided the many other stories, specially the hot ones: no need to crush no blogger's ego. Dog or not, my theory is that men feel less threatened when they think one is not a total slut. go figure. But it always works like magic!.

So I told him the gordito story, the same one you read two days ago. That was the most recent and, although it was not a real success, it had a funny part to it and a sexy part to it. Besides, I definitely wanted to make sure he knew about my sub-curiosity. After reading his blog, I knew he sometimes let out his evil side and seemed to enjoy it, so I wanted to leave that door open from the beginning.

Don't ask me about my feet rubbing his leg under the table. That, I have no recollection of. But I don't doubt it: I tend to do that, I mean, I tend to take off my shoes and then, so not to put my bare feet on the floor I just place them on top of someone else's. Probably it was more accidental than intentionally seductive, but the dog in him interpreted it his way. I mean, seriously? why would I need to put that much work rubbing a leg?. He was fine, all right, but so far he was just the blogger guy, nothing exceptional.

Things changed when he decided he wanted to sit closer to me and moved to my side of the table. Why did I end up telling him about my girl-crush? perhaps the closeness made me feel a certain intimacy with him, I don't know. That is something I wouldn't have shared back then, but he is very good at getting words out of me, he sits there, all quiet and attentive, next thing you know you're pouring out your whole life.. it's strange.

I was in the middle of a very important sentence when his hand reached up to grab my hair, then he said: "I think I'm gonna kiss you" and with this, his face leaned to me and our lips touched for the first time. Well, of course he is a great kisser! he has this full lips that wrap around your mouth and then his velvety, strong tongue just knows the right tempo and the right pressure... delicioso!. The kiss turned very passionate and every pore of my body started responding to its intensity.

Then he found his way to my nipples. AAAHH! I was dying for his touch, first he touched over my clothes, then over my bra, then he slid his fingers under and touched my bare skin. As he pinched the first time, our eyes stayed locked: it was like a silent game was going on between us: me wanting to see how far he would go, he testing how far I'd let him, and neither of us was ready to be the quitter.

His touch sent shivers all through my body. Little bursts of pain as he pulled my hair, bit my lips or pinched mercilessly my nipples. A little bit harder each time, and me, a little bit wetter.

I had never been touched like that, never with that much strength, and, ahem, he is strong. I used to be one that kept her nipples kind of off limits, because they are just too sensitive; but he just knew how to make it hurt, but in a good way. I winced more than once, only to open my eyes and find his deep stare: it made it all ok, the pain dissipated and each time I had more and more tolerance to it, to take it, to accept whatever he wanted to do with me.

When he wrapped his lips around my by now painfully sensitive right nipple, I melted. Up until that point I can say that I was still keeping some control of my body, enjoying, yes, but not overtaken. But the feeling of his wet tongue around my breast, oh! that made me fall in an abyss of lust, everything went dark around me as I felt into a whilrlwind of desire, had we been in a more discreet location...

I remember when he asked me "What do you want me to do to you?" and I said, "Everything. Anything. I want you to do with me all the things you've done to them and more". And fuck did I mean it! He showed me a new kind of pain, and I liked it. Even better, by the look in his eyes, I could tell he enjoyed inflicting it. That day, Spankenstein took over where Mr. Bond had left off and then some.

But then It was my turn to test his limits. It was easy to find his hard cock, I rubbed it over his jeans, giddy as an anxious child before opening a Christmas gift; how is it going to be? what color? what taste? hell yes, I wanted to know it all.

The minute I took it out and saw that beauty, I just had to taste it. Besides, this dog needed a little of his own medicine.

The booth was comfortable and long, so I pushed my butt way back an leaned forward to greet his hard cock. It's then when he insulted me: "careful with the teeth" he said. What the fuck? who does he think he's dealing with?, ah, the patience one has to have!

Ignoring the comment I went to business, but hmm, I thought I was doing a good job, at least as good as the limited space allowed and I'm sure my teeth were not getting involved, but no matter what I did, he was shrinking by the minute. "Honey, I shrunk the cock"- isn't there a movie with that title?.

What? his cock you say? right, it would be unfair that I've graded every single cock I've come into contact with, but not his. Well, again there would be two answers to that story: the before and after. See, that day at the restaurant, no matter how I tried, well, you know, let's say that he wasn't at full attention, so I got to gulp him down quite easily. I do remember making mental calculations of his height and the size of his hands, his feet looked really big too: you know my theory, but something just wasn't adding up. And then he became softer and softer and sadly softer...

Lucky for him I gave him a chance to redeem himself. And, lucky for me, he made up for that less-than-perfect first impression.

So, let's say: If I were to rate all the man I've ever fucked in my life, let's round it up to 30 for illustration purposes: size-wise, he's in my top 5; no, he's not number one, nor number two, but he's up there. Now, out of the AM guys he takes the gold, followed closely by manimal.

After I (feeling defeated) pulled away from his cock, we fixed our clothes and regained our composure, talked for a little bit longer and left. He walked me to my car and did something that was, to me, very unexpected: He kissed me right there in the middle of the street! Amazing!.

I drove home with wet panties and a big smile on my face... until I saw the hickey.

Mr. Bond, License to Spank

2009-09-15T06:00:00.000-07:00

Finally the stars aligned for a meeting with the one who claims to be a Dom-pro, Mr. Bond. He had a couple of hours available for me one afternoon and invited me for lunch at this little restaurant overlooking the marina.

Jumping right into his master role, the day before our meeting Mr. Bond sent me an email giving me the dress code guidance for the date; crazy man wanted me to wear a trench coat with nothing under... Well, that was not going to happen!. I mean, who wears trench coats during summer in So Cal?. Besides, I don't have one. So he gave me option 2 of a dress that wasn't too tight, nor too short and nothing under. Ok, that I could do.

I was so excited to finally meet him in person, we had talked on the phone a lot, had multiple chat sessions, exchanged so many emails and even traded a few pics. Oh, how I was anticipating that lunch! Imagining how we would be sitting next to each other in that restaurant, and this handsome man would lean to whisper quietly in my ears "open your legs" and then he'd smoothly move his hand under the table and start trailing his fingers up my leg, all while I tried to keep a straight face... I'm telling you, my mind was racing! and the best part was that I knew he was that kind of guy.

I arrived at our meeting place but he was nowhere to be seen, so I sat on a nearby bench to wait for him. I was sitting there waiting for handsome Mr. Bond when my eyes locked with another pair of eyes that were obviously checking me out. A guy. He smiled.

Well, that means I look good today; glad I chose this blue dress-I thought- and smiled back.

The eyes kept smiling and were getting closer. Hmm.. why is this guy looking at me? aggrr how annoying, Mr. Bond is going to be here any minute. I better avoid his eyes, last thing I want is for this guy to talk to me now (not that it happens all the time, but it has happened). And this was not a good time to establish a conversation with a stranger, besides he wasn't my type: short and chunky: very, very chunky. Tsk tsk, not today gordito: I have bigger fish to fry...

But not only he didn't stop smiling, he kept walking in my direction only to stop right in front of me. -He's going to say one of those dumb lines- I thought; I'm just going to tell him that I'm married and I'm waiting for my husband, that will scare him away. Where the hell is Mr. Bond?

-Eva? he said.

Huh? what? yes. what? oh shit! ooooh noooooo! - is this...him?

I was so ready to spurt out the "sorry, I'm waiting for someone" line, but somehow, and in a super galactic speed, my brain got a hold of the situation. kind of.

-Oh, hi, are you...? (please say no, please, please) .

It rarely happens to me that I run out of words like that, but this was too much for me to comprehend. Where is the guy from the pictures? the slim, tall, young looking fellow? Who are you? his uncle? Did something really bad happened to Mr. Bond and this guy just came to give me the bad news?

Was it possible that this gordito was Mr. Bond? but then, when did he take those pictures, 20 years and 100 lbs ago? Oh, please somebody wake me up, this must be a nightmare. This can't be happening.

- Well, yes, that's me (big smile on his chubby face) you look really nice!

- Ah. oh. Hi. Hmm, thanks, hmm... hmmm. (shit, I wore my nice blue dress for this?)

I didn't want to be seen in public with this guy even if nobody in the restaurant knew me, even if nobody in the city knew me! Noo, I have a reputation to maintain with myself.

But you know, I'm just too nice, and he was really pleased to see me, poor thing. Quickly I decided that I wasn't hungry anymore and we should switch the lunch plan for a quick coffee and leave it at that. What's a coffee after all?.

We got the coffees and sat on an outdoor patio. I was very tense, still recovering from the shock; keeping a generous distance between us and avoiding any unnecessary eye contact. He started talking and turned out to be very funny, so eventually I loosened up a bit and decided to make the best out of this coffee break and ask him about his past experiences. When life gives you lemons... So taking the last sip of my coffee, I asked him to share with me some of his Master adventures.

-I'd love to, but we can't talk here, too many people around-, he said.
-You're right (sigh), oh well, some other time, I guess. -I said, getting ready to grab my purse and call it a day.

But we can go to my boat; it's right around the corner. We can talk there with no risk of being heard- he innocently suggested.

I'm sorry. But, how can one pass the opportunity to check out someones boat?. Besides, that was so Bond-y of him. Seriously, how many of you have had an AM meeting in a boat? ....well... my point exactly! I just had to. Even if that meant that we were to going to be behind closed doors, alone and isolated. I admit it, sometimes I just don't think straight; and again, curiosity gets the best of me, see what I mean?.

Off we went, he drove his really nice car literally around the corner to the entrance of the marina; after he parked we walked a few feet and there it was: his really, really big boat (after what size are those called yachts?). He gave me a tour: very nice, very hip, very impressive, then we sat on the couch to continue the conversation. Smart me, I had told him earlier that all I had available was about half an hour, so with that I set up my exit strategy just in case he tried to put a move on me. Or, well... push comes to shove, I can scream really loud. If you're wondering, the thought of ending up chopped up in the bottom of the ocean did cross my mind-but I shushed it away.

Believe it or not, Mr. Bond was a total gentleman. He didn't try to kiss me or to jump at me, he kept his distance and definitely made a point of making me feel comfortable; slowly my mood and apprehension eased, all while he started telling me about his last slave girl and the kind of games they'd get into, hot stuff! Aww, this guy is not bad after all - I thought- but no way he's going to fuck me, I have my standards.

From his extensive Dom experience, we moved to the question I always ask to any potential lover: what would be you ideal arrangement? he told me that his ideal would be to have a submissive girl he could play with, and also, if she agreed, occasionally with him and his wife. He then took out of his wallet a picture of him, the real him, next to this beautiful woman -supposedly his wife- Ay gordito, I thought, I can't fuck you, but can I have her number? seriously, you won't believe how hot that girl was.

-Have you ever explored your submissive side? he asked
-No, I've had rough fucks, but that's it- sadly I admitted.
-Never been spanked?
-No. never. It's one of my biggest fantasies.
-Have you ever asked your husband to do it?
-Yes, I've asked, but he's not into that at all
-Would you like to try it with me? -he said it so casually, like he was offering me some more water.
-silence. me
-You won't know if you really like it unless you try it- he said
-silence. (I was processing this as fast as I could).
-How about this, we can do a 10 minute role-play, like a sample-
-You mean now?- I asked
-Yes. I promise I'll stop if you're uncomfortable in any way - he insisted
-silence- blink, me
-silence- blink, him
-O.K - me (I know!).
-No marks, I said
-Don't worry, he responded. Now go downstairs to the room at the end of the hallway, take off your clothes and stand in front of the bed facing the wall. Tell me when you're ready, then I'll come in.

- O.K.

I entered the room, it was a big space (for a boat) with a huge bed in the middle. I took my dress off, neatly folded it and placed it on a side chair (remember, I wasn't wearing anything under) and stood there, by the end of the bed, the door and the hallway behind me.

-OK. I'm ready - I called out

He waited forever but finally I heard him walking behind me.

-Don't look back- he said

Gosh, you could cut the silence with a knife. I didn't quite know what was about to happen, but strangely I didn't feel like I was in danger or threatened in any way: I was just filled with electric anticipation.

He moved my hair to the side, placed his hand on my middle back and gently pushed (?).
He didn't say a word and pushed again (?).
-Bend over-, finally he said. (oooh!) I bent, my forearms now on the bed.

Still he remained quiet and so did I: not that I've done anything like this before, but I do know the rule of not talking unless asked. Silence. I guess he was just checking me out, or probably drinking some water or even stretching, who knows. I couldn't tell where he was, I scanned the wall in front of me looking for a reflection, but there were no mirrors in the room. It was like a soundproof moment, the longest silence added to this cold space surrounding my body.

slap! on my left chick (ok, that wasn't bad) - he paused and then said: count each one.
-one (my normal voice, this was a silly game)
slap! a little harder, on the right chick - count!
-two? (ok, this is kinda silly)
SLAP! This one hurt, his hand landed flat on my ass chick. -I told you to count!-, he said.
I gasped for air. -three (this shit burns).
SLAP! -foh-oh-oh-ur -(oh fuck!, this guy is serious)
SLAP! SLAP! -ffff -that's all I managed to say. (Oh my gaaawwwd, what's happening to me?)
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! (I could barely think, let alone count)
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! (couldn't even breath anymore)

How can one explain a pain that feels so fucking good? All of a sudden it was like a wave of heat washed all over my body; my skin started burning and the ripple effect of each impact went all the way from my hair through my body to my toes. My heart was beating so fast, my hands grabbing a fistful of sheet, first my legs were so tense they were hurting and then my knees started shaking.

By the fifth spank, something shifted in my brain and then the pain became delicious. This man was hurting me and I didn't want him to stop. I wanted him to rip me open. Keep going, oh, please, keep going. There was always a moment of stillness between the time his hand landed on my body and the time my brain registered the pain, that moment felt like an eternity of light, like a thunderbolt. A balloon of hot air grew in my stomach and was slowly moving it's way up. When was it going to burst? I didn't know, but I was about to find out.

Every time he hit me, the pain was anticipated and yet shocking, feared but instantly welcomed. I was totally abandoned to that feeling, almost forgetting who I was or where, I didn't care. I couldn't hear anything around me, I couldn't open my eyes. I was transported to a place far, far away. And then, the burst. It happened well into the really hard spanks, I heard this howling coming out of my mouth, over and over, and so liberating.

I don't know if one can cum just by means of a spanking, but it surely felt like I was heading that way; had he spanked me for a little longer, probably I would have had an orgasm or something pretty close to that. Never I thought I could get turned on like that, or that this kind of abuse would awaken in me this animal instinct of being in heat. basic. desperate.

Mr. Bond administered about a dozen really hard spanks, then told me to spread my legs, slid his hand between them and brushed my pussy lips with his fingers (Oh fuck, I was gushing wet), he gently rubbed my pussy, then his hand moved to my throbbing clit and did the same, a very faint rub; in other circumstances imperceptible but I was so turned on, even the brush of a feather would have sent me flying.

Part of me just wanted it so bad, something in me, something more, anything. But my brain was not shut-off completely and at the same time I kept thinking "damn, I'm just not attracted to this guy, I don't want to fuck him, or suck him, or anything; how do I get out of this one?" being that I was totally naked and terribly turned on, that was a real challenge at the moment.

Could be that he's a mind reader too, or probably he wanted me to beg for it, or he sincerely wanted to keep it all within a safe zone for me this first time. Whatever the reason, he moved his hand away, turned me around and as I recovered my breath, he said: "that was just a taste". Oh, Mr. Bond! to me, that was so much more!.

Then he kissed me, his arms wrapped around me, no more touching after that. He pressed my naked body against his fully dressed self and didn't hint for me to do anything to him- I didn't try either. We had a passionate kiss. And slowly I recovered my normal breathing. Then slowly I opened my eyes.
There he was, the same gordito.
Immediately I felt the roundness of his belly pressing against me.
And the bubble burst.

After the kiss, Mr Bond left the room and waited for me to get dressed. When I joined him in the living room, he asked me if that had been a positive experience and if I'd like to repeat it again. Yes, I answer and Yes, of course (but not with you). And then he drove me back to where my car was parked.

That wasn't just the first spanking of my life, but a fantastic one at that, and the fact that it didn't lead to sex, made it even better- I'm sure the sex with him would have been disappointing anyways-. So sad, but my physical level of attraction for him is zero. I just couldn't fuck him if my life depended on it. No way, Jose! Now comes the ugly part: to tell him that even though I agreed to -and thoroughly enjoyed- his spanking, I don't really want to see him again.

Still, Mr. Bond opened the doors of pain for me and because of that, he'll hold a place of honor in my book of sex, forever.

But there won't be a second spanking, at least not one by him.

Eva P.I

2009-09-10T15:10:00.000-07:00

Remember the AM blogger?. Well, putting all my investigative skills to work and after reading all his posts since inception, I came to the conclusion that he is Spankenstein, 99% sure of it.

His writing is sexy and funny; reading his blog has been a real turn on for me. He also talks about his dominant inclination (much more than what he let on during our brief AM correspondence) and that's even a bigger turn on.

Funny that on our last email exchange, when I told him that he was going to be put in the back burner; as a joke I also said that if he wanted to share his AM-war stories, I'd be interested. To that he responded something like: "Yes, Indeed I have some funny AM anecdotes, you have no idea of how much I enjoy telling them. Maybe someday" - Ha! You bet he likes to tell his stories!.

And here comes my dilemma: Now, I want this guy. BUT

I'm not going to send him an email out of the blue: Hi, I'm Soandso, the one that declined on you a while back on AM, but after reading your blog I've reconsidered, Wanna meet?. NO, I'm not that easy.

This guy must get tons of fan mail and I refuse to be just one more. Although (and here between us) it was his blog what reignited my interest in him, I don't want him to know that - yet. He'd better not think that he has any advantage over the competition.

Another problem is that we left on bad terms, he's obviously moved on (and is having a great time). What if I contact him and he tells me that I lost my chance and to go fuck off?. Or even worse, he might freak out if I tell him that I found his blog and choose to avoid me til the end of time, considering that I know his name (or at least the name he gave me) and I've seen his picture.

Don't fret yet my dear readers, I found my mental way around this riddle: don't they say that all is fair in war and sex?.

Well, for what I read on his blog, he's not too exclusive with anyone, so there is my window of opportunity. I went back to AM and created yet another profile, no picture but same physical description, hopefully funny enough to get his attention one more time and soon.

Two weeks passed ...

Guess who sent me an AM email??!!

Ohh, yes, Spankenstein himself. This time under a different profile name, no picture but I did recognize him. No, not because of his very unique writing style, but because his email was the same old cut and paste text he always sends out: the one he brags about on his blog!!. ooh, what a dog!

HNT, new to the club

2009-09-10T06:02:00.000-07:00

Not here, but there:

The Other HNT

Manimal unleashed

2009-09-08T06:00:00.000-07:00

The other day, Adam had a function to attend to and I found myself with a free afternoon home by myself. As soon as he closed the door behind him I contacted The Matador hoping to schedule a last minute rendezvous but he had already made plans with a single slut and sadly declined my offer. Bummer! too bad, he was a sure bet and I was in a mood for a yummi treat.

After giving up all hope, I jumped into my pajamas, sat in front of the computer, logging into my yoohoo account to check my email. prlplprl: the messenger alert, Manimal came online.

M: What a surprise! hi!
E: Hey! I'm bored, home alone. you?
M: Home with kids, wife gone
E: And what are you doing online? looking for trouble?
M: Isn't that your second name? (good sense of humor this one has)

And so on and so forth, we kept joking and the conversation came to the unfinished business of our previous date. Some double meaning remarks...next thing you know, we are setting up a fuck-date for later that day. Hmm, don't you love when a whole new opportunity just opens up?.

How he managed to leave the house after his wife arrived is a mystery to me. I find it fascinating how other people seem to have such liberties to get up and leave the house with no further explanation to their partners (not my case). What do they say? honey I run out of cigarettes, will be right back? I don't ask them. I never ask: the least I know about their lies the less guilty I feel; the less I need to acknowledge the existence of the poor good cheated wife and kids, the better I deal with the whole thing. But still it intrigues me: what are your excuses blog friends?

I got to the hotel, parked my car and took the elevator to room 311. He opened the door before I even knocked. Looking good, he was freshly showered and had that clean smell that made me want to make him sweat.

Coming to think about it, I haven't had that many previously scheduled fuck-dates. I confess that something about walking into a room with the pre-set intention of having a fuck doesn't excite me much because it doesn't feel spontaneous. I'm a romantic like that. Back in my single days I definitely preferred the unplanned moments (even if brief), the feeling of being overwhelmed and just having to have it now!. But what to do, we are married people that need to take precautions and plan encounters.

We sat on the bed doing the small talk. There we were, sober and nervous, trying to ease our shyness and somehow get into the mood. I followed the conversation the best I could, but all I was thinking in my head was "jump on me already!".

The other day when we were at the park, he was very forward and aggressive, but he seemed blocked this time. The problem with nervousness is that it's contagious: he was nervous, I noticed it; then he got me nervous, probably he noticed it too.. oh, god, we wasted soo much time talking bullshit and looking at the wall!. I had hoped for him to jump on me as soon as I crossed the door and charge with the same impetuosity from the park. People, when in doubt, aggression is always better than hesitation.

Eventually he did the first move to kiss me, but to tell you the truth, I thought it was already too late. There is a window of lust-opportunity and if it's missed, then the whole ting becomes blah. It's like if they don't get at it with full force at the beginning, then one never reaches the exhilarating heights. That happens to me a lot: the only way a slow progression can get me up there is if there is intentional teasing...but that cannot be confused with nervous delay: two different things.

Still, I did my best to work myself up and be a good sport. I mean, we were there already, no need for it to go to total waste. And I got into a pretty decent turn on phase.

Everything was going the way those things usually go (yet nothing extraordinary) let me do the quick recap: we kissed, out goes his shirt, my top was discarded and with it my bra, off with my jeans, then his jeans. But so far he didn't manage to take my breath away...I don't even thing I was wet: the getting naked thing was fast and mechanical. I don't know if Manimal sensed my quiet compliance with the procedure, if he did, he wasn't doing anything to correct it. Don't get me wrong, I did want to fuck him, I found him very attractive but I needed to be more turned on and somehow it wasn't happening.

We were laying in bed, and as I slid down his boxers, well, no need for a psychic to know what I was planning to do. I'm not going to tell you that sucking cock is my favorite past time, but sometimes it gets me going, specially with a meaty one like his. So I started caressing his legs, and then licking him, switching from his balls to his shaft back and forth, slowly wrapping my mouth around his generous cock, pushing in a little bit further each time.

I had something like 70% of his cock in my mouth when Manimal started grunting! Ok, THAT was hot, unexpected and very encouraging; may I say, again, that most guys go just mute; not this one: he wasn't saying intelligible words, he wasn't even speaking, but he was making this noise. I increased the intensity and tried to take him further deep (easier said than done) just because I was greatly enjoying the reaction I was getting from him. Then, in a fast move (I could swear his cock was in my mouth all the time but it all happened so fast, I could be wrong) he shifted his body and... ta dah! we were doing 69!!! you hear me? 69!!!

You guys have no idea when was the last time I was in that position! decades ago (ok, one decade)! It was great!. Fantastic! That unexpected move from him brought the whole afternoon to a higher level. And it also made me feel like a million bucks!. Not only he was having a good time, it felt like he was having *such* a good time, he just needed to eat me.

And so it was that for the next hour or so, we (*) each other...*Fill in the blank with whichever you choose from the list below:

absorb, attack, banquet, bite, bolt*, chew, chow down, cram, devour, dine, feast upon, feed, gobble up, gorge, gormandize, graze*, have a bite, ingest, inhale*, lunch, munch, nibble, nosh, partake of, peck at, pig out, polish off, pork out, ruminate, scarf, scoff, snack, sup, swallow, take in, wolf

Or All of the above.

Until we ran out of time...but not before he displayed his mouth-finger dual action making me cum a couple of times and (making points for stamina) after the lick, bite, suck and deep throat action on my part, he awarded me with an exploding release. By the time we were done, my my neck was strained and my jaw was almost dislocated. But it was worth it!

Lesson of the day, my friends: don't underestimate the surprise factor. We all know the same old fuck dance, do something unexpected and you'll partner will respond with like enthusiasm.

Amen.

An overlapping story

2009-09-03T06:00:00.001-07:00

I follow many my fellow bloggers and delight in their account of adventures and misadventures; however, I have to confess that usually when I find a new blog, I rarely go back to read the whole story from the beginning. Here and there I go back to their previous posts to get the full story of the lover of the moment and also to get a general picture (thanks heavens for labels); but I don't read every single post from day one, specially if the blogger has been on for a while. I mean, I wish I could, but there's limited time and I like to read as many as I can.

There's something fascinating about knowing so little and at the same time so much about the bloggers. To think that I could to run into any of you, let's say at a conference, or we could be introduced to each other by a third acquaintance, neither of us would ever imagine that we actually interact in this parallel world, or that this serious and conservative looking Latina has seen some of your HNT's!.

Sometimes I wonder if people from my real life reads this blog, not knowing that they know me. Do you wonder sometimes if any of the blogs you read are written by someone you publicly know?...what if I was your sister' best friend, or your brother's wife, or your kid's teacher.. how amusing would you find me then?.

And speaking of worlds colliding, there is this blog I was reading the other day. I was catching up with the story and because of a comment, I had to go back and fill in some details about a particular character, so I was linked back to one of his early posts. As I was reading, something just sounded strangely familiar: there was something very specific that I knew I had heard before. Where, where have I heard this?...

It took me a whole sleepless night trying to remember, you know how it is when you know you have the answer hidden in some corner of your brain, but where?, where?. Was it in a movie? no, was there a song about it? no, definitely not something I've seen or experienced myself. Probably a friend told me something like that?... and finally, at 5:55 am, it came to me. Aha! That guy on AM!.

Probably it's just a coincidence. Or, could this blogger be that AM asshole? Spankenstein, the one that gave me the virtual finger here. What if? This guy was not very nice to me on our last exchange, but oh, his blog is a whole different story.

It's a small world after all...

Matador takes Orejas y Rabo

2009-09-01T06:00:00.002-07:00

Yes, we scheduled a second meeting. But did I tell you that this guy lives so far from me, it would take me at least an hour to get to his place?. Plus another hour to drive back! hell, no, that's too much for poor immigrant Eva: I hate driving, ok, I'll say it: I'm a bad driver and, on top of that, I have a natural gift for getting lost all the time. With directions and all, I always manage to make a left turn instead of a right one, which is a reason why I always have to allot myself one hour for driving and at least another 45 minutes of "where the hell am I?" time.

So I told him: Matador, there's no way I'm going to your place and still manage to look cool and composed by the time (if ever) I get there. Can't we just meet at a neutral location, preferably closer to me?.

Now, he is not the first single guy I've met on AM, and the problem with this species is that they find it totally unnecessary to pay for a room, considering they have the privacy of their own place to conduct all the fucking they want with total liberty. Fair enough, but why do they all have to live so far from me?!!.

-Let's just hang out then, like the other day- he said - I was planning to go surfing in the morning anyways-.

Ok, cool, just for the joy of your company -I responded- Besides, I happily welcome any chance to work on my tan.

And so we met, again. At SurfBeach, again. And guess what happened? again.

Oh yes, the mutual suntan application, the bikini top removal, the finger wiggling, the cock teasing, and all the passionate kissing you can imagine: there's not enough room in this page for that, but you know the routine already. It was, of course, exactly what I was expecting (and looking forward to).

We had plenty of time that day because we met early in the morning. So we actually took breaks and managed to talk some more. There we were, sitting under the umbrella, watching the dolphins go back and forth and having philosophical reflexions about life, love and marriage. Then, all of a sudden he got up saying -Let's go for a walk- and extended his hand to me.

We held hands as we started our romantic little stroll by the shore, it was all very innocent,even a little gay; totally cute.

-Have you ever been to a nude beach?- he asked
-No. never. definitely not here nor in my country of origin. have you?
-Ha, (little laugh) of course!-
-Si, claro. it must be nice... the ocean, the sun...
-Why don't you try it? take off your bikini- casually he suggested
-What? here? No way cabron!
-There's no one around. I'll cover you, here..

He stopped, held my waist and turned me around to face the ocean, the Matador stood behind me (he's quite tall, so he could hide me) and undid my bikini top, this time removing it completely.

Ok, that part was not that difficult. Naughty yet safe. But still my first reaction was to bring my hands up and cover my breasts. He laughed, then he held my right hand and as he leaned forward to kiss my neck, he guided my hand to his oh so hard cock. His left hand moved under my arm, reaching around to caress my nipples. This guy is the most daring man I've ever met, single or not. He just doesn't give a damn of his surroundings. And, how could I say no, he was in total control of the situation and of me at that moment. Oh fuck that was so sensual, standing there, feeling him getting even harder and hearing his breath quickening (and mine too).

He turned me around to kiss me; now we were facing each other in a tight embrace. His hands moved from my hair to my breasts, while I was caressing his even harder cock and his tight balls.

Matador and I kissed for a while, it felt safe, and my torso was pressed against his, so I got to relax a bit, knowing that from a distance it was almost impossible to notice that my bikini top was gone. Then he jerked his head away from me, gave me this look and before I managed to decipher it, he got on his knees, slid my bikini bottom all the way down to my ankles. Yes, I protested. A little. As he was taking it off, he brought his head closer and closer to my mound and started licking me. Oh my fucking god!.

At first my legs were closed, but his tongue was so persistent, I soon had this urge to feel him licking me all over, I parted my legs enough so he had easier reach, and he started licking and parting my slit with total abandon.

There was no way I could keep my eyes open, the sensation was amazing and the nakedness was so... total. Really, one thing is to be naked inside a room, but another thing to be naked in the open, under the sun, standing on a beach and with a guy's head between your legs!. FUUUUCK! his tongue was so anxious and apparently had the mission of leaving no inch of my pussy untouched, and then he brought his fingers to the party. Oh my fucking god! OH. FUCK.

It was good, soo hmph, so liberating to be able to moan loudly knowing that no one could hear me. My legs started shaking so that it was difficult to keep my balance with his tongue charging between my legs.

Believe it or not, this was a little too intense for me; besides, who can cum with open eyes?? He was delightfully focused on one thing and one thing only, so it was me the one who had to watch for passersby, not an easy task while one is being licked and fingered like there is no tomorrow.

I had to stop him, my nerves were getting the best of me, and really my legs were shaking so much I thought I was going to fall. But lucky for him, my mom taught me manners, and what is one grateful girl to do but return the favor?

Still naked (he was holding my bikini in his hand) and with the ocean behind my back I squatted in front of him, slid his swimming trunk down, let his cock spring out to salute the heavenly star before disappearing inch by inch into the darkness of my mouth. My wet, warm and welcoming mouth wrapped around his hard cock. He held my hair with one hand as I sped up the pace and the depth of my suction around him. Glorious.

But the tide was hitting me hard and almost knocking me off balance; I tried to lower myself on my knees, but the sand in that particular beach is not soft, it's rocky and too goddamn painful. So I stood up.

Matador held my hand and started to walk further inside the water, but I didn't go for it: Much to my shame, have to admit it, I was the one who ruined what would have been a perfect ocean fuck, and many of you might consider that I have the two more stupid reasons. The first reason is I don't know how to swim, I'm terrified of any body of water deeper than 5ft. Second, I am a tid bit germ-phobic, and just thinking that my bare pussy was going to be submerged for a while in the not very clean waters of the Pacific Ocean, made me cringe. Besides, I couldn't help but wonder: how the hell is he going to put on a condom under water?. What can I say, I'm only human.

Matador tried to press it but when he saw that I was seriously not going into the water, he got his swimming trunks back to their decent place and dressed me back into my bikini. We walked back to the tiki lounge, still very excited and even more aggressive with our caresses.

Now we were laying, me on my back and he was on top of me, grinding harder and harder against me. We were getting close to desperation, I was trying to think of an easy solution but all I could think of was walking back to my car, get on the back seat and ride him to unconsciousness. He's a quick thinker, and creative one too: Matador got up, tilted the umbrella so it blocked us out of view, reached into his beach bag, brought out a condom, slid his trunks down and enveloped his ever lasting hard in the thin latex. At first I was just looking, trying to understand what he was doing, but when I saw him bringing out the condom, quickly I got the idea. As fast as I could, I removed my bikini bottom and positioned myself on all fours in front of him.

Immediately I felt his cock pushing through my slit. I was so wet there was no resistance to his penetration. He went in slow, slow, slow until he was all the way inside of me, I felt his hands holding me by the waist and then, without warning, he started pounding me so fucking hard I could barely hold steady. It was a fast furious fuck, soon I could feel his cock swelling. - Me voy a correr- he said (I'm gonna cum), He moaned and his fingers dug into my skin. His cock hitting deep inside of me. I pushed myself against him as I felt the wave of heat rising inside of me and just as I was abandoning myself into my own pleasure, he thrust into me one more time and then I felt his cock contracting as he came. Dios. what. a. fuck.

As soon as we had our clothes back in place, He returned the umbrella to it's proper vertical position and we settled like innocent beach buddies for a good tan time. Later we had lunch and ended up spending pretty much the whole day together.

In bullfighting, when the Matador's performance has been really good, he is awarded one ear (una oreja). If it has been outstanding, he gets two ears (dos orejas). If the performance is exceptional, he will get two ears and a tail (dos orejas y rabo) and then he is carried out of the ring on the shoulders of the crowd. Damn, I only wish I was that strong, because this Matador surely deserved that kind of ovation.

Eva's Fantasies: The parking lot

2009-08-27T06:00:00.002-07:00

I know I complain a lot about the guys I've met and their lack of imagination, skill, or whatever. By now many of you have a pretty clear idea of what is it I don't like. But let's shed some light into what is it I dream about. A little insight into my brain. I'm going to share with you some of my deepest fantasies.

THE PARKING LOT.

I’m leaving the office, it's late at night. I take the elevator down to the parking lot.

I get off the elevator; it's unusually dark. I start walking towards my car, parked at the far end of the floor, There's only two or three other cars left; almost everyone is gone. As I walk to my car I hear steps behind me, I look back and see a man’s silhouette, I can’t see the face. It must be someone leaving at the same time as me.

I feel the steps coming my way, so I try to pick up the pace but I’m wearing high heels and a pencil skirt that won't let me walk much faster. I still hear the footsteps behind me, but whoever it is, is keeping his distance.

I make it to the car, I'm relieved, when I try to open the driver's door I feel pushed away from behind; an arm is grabbing me by the waist, a hand covers my mouth and I'm dragged towards the wall in front of the car, and as I try to struggle free, a man is forcing me onto the car hood.

The man whispers in my ear " If you're quiet, I won't hurt you, so don't scream or you'll regret it". His hand is covering my mouth and his body weight is crushing me against the car hood. "Did you hear me?" I nod with my head, he lets go of his hand, as I grasp for air to breathe. The man takes out some kind of tape, covers my mouth with it and also binds my wrists together.

He's pulling my hair, jerking my head back, there's no need for this, his body weight is enough to keep me in place, he's doing it just for his entertainment. One of his hands firmly holds my hair while the other starts moving up my skirt. His body is pressing against mine, he rubs himself against me and I can feel the hardness of his cock.

Under my skirt, his hand reaches up and rips off my panties, quickly moving between my legs to touch me. I try to resist, but I cannot move with his weight on me. I'm nervous, I'm scared but I can't help to be wet, and he notices. I hear him grunt with satisfaction as he parts my pussy open and feels my wetness. His forearm moves across my neck, holding me in place and cutting my breathing slightly. I hear him struggle to unzip his pants with his free hand.

He bends over me again, lifts my skirt to my waist, forces my legs wide open with his knee, holding his cock, he rubs it against my slit and suddenly enters me in one push, balls deep; it's big, it hurts me but it also feels good. I moan, partly in pain, partly in pleasure, my cries muffled by the tape.

As he plunges deeper and harder, the man tells me that he's been watching me and wanting me for a long time, that he wanted to know if I really was the slut he'd always imagine, that he wanted to know how tight my cunt was, how he waited for this day when he could spread me open with his cock.

The pain subsides into pleasure and I cannot stop my body to respond to his deep thrust. His hand reaches to press on my clit and quickly my body starts shivering under an unexpected and yet unavoidable orgasm.

He flips me on my back. I look up to see his face, hoping I can recognize him, but he's wearing a full face mask, I can only see his dark eyes piercing mine. He is tall and strong, he smells like tobacco and coffee. I stand no chance against him, but still I try to fight him off me, try to push him away with my legs, but he's too strong, he holds both of my legs with one of his hands, while the other firmly grasps my throat. "Don't make me use force" he says.

He forces my knees bent over my chest and rams his cock inside me again. No matter how hard I try to punch him with my hands, each of my futile moves is reciprocated with him slapping my face mercilessly or cutting my breathing with his hand on my throat. I try to scream into the tape one more time -I told you to be quiet, you whore- he says.

He keeps thrusting deeper, faster, It feels too, if he keeps doing that, I'm going to cum again. I don't want to cum, I don't want to give in to him, I'm nodding with my head. Then in a single furious blow, he rips my blouse open: all the buttons pop and fly away, he pulls my bra straps down, exposing my breasts to him.

He keeps ramming his cock in me, each thrust is encompassed with him painfully pulling my nipples with his hands. He stops the thrusting for a second and he bends forward to take my breasts in his mouths, he licks and sucks, hungry, and for a moment gentle. Making my pussy send shivers to my pussy that grabs onto his cock in yet another spasmodic orgasm.

Then suddenly he stops and withdrawals his cock, grabs me by the hair and pushes me down, forcing me on my knees in front of him.

“Open your mouth and don't you dare biting me" he says as he removes the tape from my mouth. My body is shaking, I have no strength to fight. I do as I’m told and while he holds my head and firmly grips my hair, the man forces his cock deep in my mouth, almost choking me.

He starts slow but soon he's fucking my face hard, making me gag, making me gasp for air each time he pulls away. His big cock hits the back of my throat and soon I feel him releasing his salty load in my mouth. I try to pull my head back but he's holding my head firmly so I have no choice but to swallow it all.

I am on my knees, spent, defeated, half naked. My skirt is up my thighs, my hair messed up. The man zip up his pants, then he removes the tape from my wrists and he throws at me something that looks like a business card. He starts walking away, and I hear him saying:

“just the slut I thought you were going to be”

Manimal in the outdoors

2009-08-25T06:00:00.000-07:00

As you all know the Matador has been fantastic, but his stay in town won't last more than a couple of months which means that probably we'll have two or three more meetings at best. Besides, he's fucking other girls as well, he's very open about it, the boy really is maximizing his international trip. Good for him, except that he prefers to hang out with the single sluts and do more fun things like going out at night, dancing and all those activities that as a married lady, I can't join.

So, as the realistic girl I am, I keep on the look for his replacement, Manimal seems promising, and he looks good.

I gave him that name because he claims to be a total beast in bed, he doesn't belong to the dominant category per-se, but he says he is a very aggressive lover who likes to play hard an fuck harder. And swears to have a never-failing g-spot radar and a special technique that he learned during a couples retreat years ago.

Ok, a man that takes g-spot retreats is worth a try. And specially if he looks that good. I know what you're wondering.. yes, I've seen his cock too, but a two-dimensional image is hard to seize, let's just say, so far, so good.

Manimal wants to find a regular girlfriend, he's a patient and very considerate man; he said he doesn't need to rush things unless I feel comfortable (how cute), so I've played it shy and let him call the shots (or so he believes). The other day, I logged into IM and found him online; apparently he was sitting in a boring meeting; I had plenty of time in my hands and decided to make his morning less mundane; I did most of the typing, and by his responses, the man was very distracted and very hard (his own words).

Then, all of a sudden he wanted to meet me NOW!

Finally!!!. You know, I hate wasting my time in too much back and forth email, it's better to find out early on if there's good chemistry, otherwise you might built this friendly bond and then it's so hard to break it. Some guys get into this "I thought there was something special between us" litany; gosh, it's annoying.

Taking advantage of the momentum we scheduled a recognition date, he didn't have much time available, but at least we could see each other in person. Manimal sent me directions to this park, half way for both of us, 1:30 pm.

I got there before him, nice park, never been there before. Lots of grass, plenty of benches and totally empty. I walked around for a bit, looking for a quiet place to sit; found a tree and climbed up to sit on a branch that was the perfect height for fucking. I'm telling you, nature is looking more and more inviting lately.

-I'll be there in two mins, what are you wearing?- he texted
-Jeans and yellow top, I'm here already-
-Really? where?-
-Farthest south corner, I'm sitting on a branch-.
-LOL, I have to see that. I'm here, I don't see you-

Damn, not everything works the way our mind imagines..I was so comfortably sitting on the fuck-branch but had to come down because the tree was actually hiding me from view.

Manimal is a daytime corporate geek, and a night time hobby musician. (I've heard about the guitar hands, can't wait to experience them). I've seen his pics and I've seen him on cam. He looked even better in person: he has light brown hair, green eyes and a tan that only accentuates his very masculine features. He's not very tall (but nobody is perfect) but looks like he's in great shape. He was also wearing jeans and a t-shirt, very casual, very hip. Me like!

The minute I saw him I couldn't stop smiling, damn, this one is, by any standard a good looking fellow! he seemed to be very pleased with me too. We sat on the grass And as we talked, we both were very vocal about how pleased we were with what we were seeing, the chemistry was working really good, the conversation was easy, oh, my, this one, I could jump his bones right now (I thought)... But Manimal is a slow man and I had no intention to scare him away. If there's a beast in there, it will come out at it's own pace.

We were sitting side by side, the conversation was turning intimate as we started disclosing information about our affairs. Then he hugged me by the waist. oh, I know what that means, I turned my face to him and in a very suave move, not taking his eyes off of mine, he kissed me. Manimal is a slow-fire type of kisser, he began sensually slow, nothing hurried. But what is it they say about calm waters?.

As our mouths were slowly exploring each other, his grip on my waist grew stronger, he pulled my body towards his; I was stretching sideways as much as I could, but his arm pressure was hinting at me the need for more contact between our bodies. So following the impulse of his hand around me, and still kissing, I lifted my leg and in a swift move (proud of myself), I straddled him.

He was hard already!! I had avoided to check him out, didn't want to look too hungry :) , so I had no idea of what I was going to find, oh boy, what a pleasant surprise!

We kept kissing and now I was feeling the urge to rub myself against him, but all of a sudden there were all this dog walkers around us. Damn people! a big dog came straight to us sniffling, and much to my dismay, I had to dismount Manimal and act civilized...

But not for long.

After the dog and the owner walked away, we resumed the kissing. Now we were facing each other and I had to make a direct inspection of what I had just felt. See? that's my problem, when I get turned on I loose all sense of decorum and totally block out my surroundings. If I'm curious and turned on, nothing can stop me. I undid his belt, opened his button fly pants (I love those) just to be greeted by the "Lucky u" label. There was a considerable bulge under his boxers, I slid my hand through the side opening and felt his hot, hard shaft in my hand, I moved my hand up and down to size him and concluded that yes, indeed, lucky me!.

Manimal went wild, his soft kisses turned into a furious charge, he was licking, sucking and biting my lips with voracity!. The switch was so swift, it caught me by surprise. His hand reached to my crotch and squeezed hard. Ooh, that was unusual: for the most part, when I go in the offensive, men seem to freeze and don't respond back, or at least not simultaneously. But he did, and he made points for it. Manimal was grabbing my pussy for dear life trying to rub on the right spot with the heel of his hand. oh boy, did I regret to be wearing pants that day!.

We kept the mutual attack for a little longer, me stroking his cock, he squeezing my pussy like he wanted to juice it. Unfortunately time run out and still panting after the wild encounter, we both got up, he walked me to my car and I drove off.

Now, there's a beast I have no intention of taming!

How Joe fell from grace

2009-08-20T06:00:00.000-07:00

Here is a briefing of my humanitarian mission with Joe. There have been 4 sessions, each one as boring as the last. I'll share it as a "NOT TO DO" list, specially for my amateur readers.

The education process went two ways, on one side we would exchange emails and IM communication, that was the theory and I'd hint at him about things I wanted to try, not specific instructions, but general ideas, about being a little rough, and tease a little bit more, be more aggressive, perhaps try to call me names (and not just sweetie); positions to try, etc. And also there was the field work, where we were to put some of those into practice. The problem is that it all became an instruction session when I'd tell him what to do and he'd enacted it exactly as he was told. But then I had to be aware and guiding all the moves, it was impossible for me to let go, and if I did, he'd act all confused as to waiting for the next instruction, repeating the same thing over and over and over until it lost it's effect. It was like teaching a robot, zero initiative, no improvisation, too much fucking work for me. That poor guy was like afraid of me. I still don't know why, he cannot even explain it himself, but he was frozen, unfortunately for him he was just too intimidated by me, don't know why: I look like an angel!.

Let me just tell you about Joe's seven deadly sins. I'll spare you the torture of reading a step by step bad fuck (actually, four of them).

Transgression 1. At first, he let his nerves get the best of him and later he let his hormones get the best of him. He always started ok, but as the temperature rose in him, he went back to being 13, is like he became blind and stupid, losing control of the situation and of himself. He was like a castaway, drifting in the ocean, too wrapped up in his own feelings, brain shut down, no horizon. So remember, even when fucking, specially at the first stages, it is useful to keep your brain engaged and have a general idea of how you want things to happen.

Transgression 2, Joe is not really a good kisser. Nothing I could do about it. Lips too tight, way too much pecking, tongue too timid sometimes, and others, it felt like it was a dog licking my face. PLEASE, when kissing, stay withing the designated area!! Kissing is a dance, and it is necessary to alternate the basic moves: pressing, pausing, licking, pausing, sucking, pausing, biting, pausing, tongue twirling and back to step one again. And breathe with your nose!!!!How difficult is that?

Transgression 3, He went too fast for the kill. Joe has no idea of what teasing is, and seems to consider giving oral a quick 30 seconds foreplay, ringing the clit-bell to open heaven's door. . Big mistake! Oral can be a totally satisfying sexual experience on its own. And should be performed with the due motivation and allotted extensive time. Guys, your cock is your weapon number 1 (if you're lucky), your tongue is your weapon number 2. Learn to use them both and you'll have an eternally surrendered opponent. For me, and for many women out there, the best part of the fucking is not necessarily the penetration and pumping, but the teasing and anticipation to it. I'd happily trade a 20 mins pumping fuck for a two hour tease anytime.

Transgression 4. Specifically with oral, Joe was just as clueless and it showed, he probably has some motor skill problems with his tongue. And by the way, the same basic moves of kissing apply here. He didn't seem to understand that there is an order to things, of course the interesting part is that each person should add a personal touch to the procedures, but still there is a basic order, you cannot shove a finger in unless you're certain that your woman is wet, why? because if she isn't wet, it HURTS! and that messes up everything!.

Transgression 5. Joe took gentleness to a whole fucked up level. Fingering needs to be done with force. You might start gently, specially to make sure she's ready, or if you are the torturing type and want her to beg, but if your aiming to make her cum, at some point you need to use force, start increasing the thrust and see her respond. Your hand is your third weapon, and it is a great substitute for a cock out of ammunition. What? your hand gets tired? bring a vibrator along and keep going. A note on toys: bring lube, start slow, aim for a 45 degree angle, meaning, aim to hit behind her clit from the inside and you'll have more chances to hit the g-spot.

Transgression 6. Joe was too passive for me, not because he wanted slow loving, but because he had no imagination. He wasn't playful, he wasn't fun. Joe put me on a pedestal and only touched me with rose petals, but that's not the way to get to me. In bed, too much respect is definitely a turn off.

Transgression 7. Joe always had his blackberry on, he would not only check it but on a couple occasions, *during sex*, he picked it up and answered a phone call. That was very amusing one time, he was giving someone instructions while I was giving him a great blow job. Yes, it is understandable that emergencies happen, but not all the time!. If you're planning to have a mistress, you need to be prepared to give her undivided attention during the time you're with her. Cheating wives need attention first and foremost.

This one, to me, is the mortal sin of an aspiring adulterer. Joe wanted to have it all but he didn't want to risk anything, so he was physically out of his office but available all the time to anybody, and he seemed to expect me to be ever so understanding of his busy life. WTF?? I was miles away from my cubicle and didn't bring my laptop to work on my report while he ate me! So, gents, if you don't have the time to have a mistress, don't waste a woman's time. If your day turned out complicated and busy, cancel the date. If you're so afraid, my friend, then cheating is not for you. After all, part of the thrill is the risk, isn't it? If you cannot be present in the fucking and focus all your energy and your thoughts in your girlfriend, don't do it: that's cruel; some of us already have neglecting husbands, and to be taken for granted by a lover, that's the last straw!.

Interestingly enough, Joe didn't lack stamina, he could keep a full hard on for quite some time, the problem is that he didn't know how to use it to it's full potential. Even thrusting can have variations of depth, speed and force, but Joe only knows one rythm. I'd ask him, for example to go slower and he'd stop for two seconds and then resume the same speed as before, I'm telling you, literally his brain would shut down at fucking!.

Finally I had to be bluntly honest with him about this not being at all satisfactory for me. Yes, I told him all of the above in detail and with specific examples. Joe understood and has repented to no end for wasting his chances. I've absolved him. We're remaining friends. JUST friends.

Furlough #3 . Y ole!

2009-08-18T06:00:00.002-07:00

Let's do a recap about my current situation: on one side I'm doing my humanitarian job of teaching Joe - nothing exciting to report, only that my kindness is reaching it's limit. Peggy.. ah, adorable but cockless and.. well, I'll tell you later. And Adam, but you know, same old, same old.

I'm still in touch with Mr Bond and we are planning to meet soon, he's on vacation with the family but his schedule will open up in a couple of weeks. We keep the email action and, let me tell you, his dominance scenarios sound more and more appealing each day.

There is an interesting new addition, let's call him Manimal. He sounds promising, but it's too early to tell. He's looking for a steady girlfriend but he has very limited time to play. Per his request, we are moving slow (poor thing, he really thinks I'm sitting here twirling my thumbs waiting for him).

Conclusion? I'm bored, currently horny, and needing someone to just fuck my brains out. I need a good-easy fuck and I need it with urgency. I've realized that finding a good match is much more difficult than I imagined when I began this quest. This whole business of having to log into AM to chat to someone that knows all the theory, but in practice, turns out to be a semi-pro instead of a gold medalist, is becoming really disappointing. If only these guys came with references, it would save me so much time...

But what to do? Back to AM and lucky me, found what sounds like a perfect intern.

The Matador.

A real Spaniard that happens to be in town on a temporary work assignment, in his profile he's very clear about his short stay status; he doesn't know anybody here and is not interested in any kind of commitment, he wants to have fun, hang out and make his days and nights less boring. He insists that he knows what he's doing and what he lacks in technique, he makes up for in stamina...Did I mention he's single and only 30?!!!

Now, the fact that he speaks Spanish for real, attracted me immediately, my god, I haven't fucked en español in almost 10 years, and no language sounds dirtier and sexier than your own mother tongue!.

Because of the language connection we've hit it off quickly, for me he's a great reminiscence of my younger days back in my third world country plus the added bonus of his accent. oh boy, whenever I hear his "z" sound, it makes me melt. For The Matador I'm easy. No, not that kind of easy. Well, ok that kind of easy too, but also the language thing makes it easy on him because his English is not at its best.

He has the dirtiest mouth I've ever heard (or probably that's a Spanish thing) and is funny and very easygoing. We've talked on the phone for hours and after me declining a couple of his invitation to have lunch at his place - it just happens to be too far from my house and the drive back at any hour will be nerve wrecking- we agreed to meet for lunch at the beach where he goes surfing in the mornings. Which is an easier location for me.

So having an open furlough day, and instead of staying home doing laundry, I drove to Surfing Beach to meet him. I got to the meeting point but didn't see a soul, the area was empty, I called him on his cell phone and he said he was walking towards me, I turned around and then I saw him. The Matador is blond, tall and thin, not an Antonio Banderas type, but nonetheless an attractive young stud with a warm smile and that sexy accent!

He invited me to lay down on the sand, showing me the way to his very own tiki lounge spot, he was prepared and had a total set up: umbrella, chair, towels, water, music, snacks, you name it. Of course I was also prepared: when I parked (and in the car) I changed my clothes and wore my beach attire (glad it's small enough it fits in a sandwich Ziploc) under my dress, brought out the flip flops and voila!.

After settling down under the umbrella we started talking, joking and having an easy fun time. It got hot but we were so entertained, we didn't notice the time passing. After a while, he asked me to put sunblock on his back, which I did, it all was so friendly and easy, we were so comfortable with each other that I started joking to him how he was the best gay friend ever, so non-threatening and easy going. Funny, considering how much skin we were both exposing, we were, so far, very well behaved.

He offered to reciprocate the sunblock application, so I accepted and laid on my stomach. His hands started massaging my shoulders and slowly moving down, when the hit the strap of my bikini top, nonchalantly he undid the knot saying "you can't get a real tan with that thing on". Oh, god, things quickly got interesting.

The Matador has very soft hands and his touch was gentle and ticklish, he took his time spreading the sunblock layer from my neck to my lower back, then his hand jumped over the butt hill and landed on my thighs, continuing the slow road all the way to my feet. Then back up my legs towards to my inner thighs. He was kneeling next to me now, and as his hand sized my butt and slid into my no-need-for-sunblock area, he leaned forward and started kissing my neck. His hand was just getting close enough to brush here and there against my crotch sending little shivers of anticipation through my body, but nothing overtly aggressive.

-I have to do the front now- he said and then added -turn around-.
-Not without my top, I don't want to get a ticket!. I said
-Just lay sideways facing me, if someone gets closer, I'll let you know.

I did, (me and my strong will). Turned around on my side facing him; his hand now resting on my hip as he took in the most exposed view I've ever offered in a public place to anyone. And that's a lot to say, being me one who likes "naughty in public". He welcomed the view with delight, took his time registering the image and moved his face closer and closer. We kissed.

WOW.

A hungry kisser he is, and a very good one, I'm happy to report that Spaniards are now, thanks to the Matador, high on my list of kissers.

How much of the WOW was the actual technique, how much was his careless attitude to the surroundings (or mine, for that matter), how much was the fact that the sun was shining high and was caressing my hair, my breasts my legs, adding heat to the fire that was building within. That, I don't know, but it was an amazing combination and I highly recommend it to everyone.

This particular beach is not very busy, plus it was a weekday, we could see other sun worshipers in the vicinity, but not close enough to be able to see in detail our movements.

His hand slid between my legs and he wiggled his fingers around under my bikini bottom. As you can imagine, the angle was not perfect and as much as I wanted, I couldn't spread my legs open to grant him more access. But it was naughty, it was forbidden and such a turn on. But for me it was not that difficult to touch him: first because he was wearing swimming trunks and those are roomy, so I slid my hand under his waist band, quickly found his hard and warm cock and felt the moist at the head.

Yes, we manage to kiss and touch each other and still keep one eye open for passer byes, the whole scene was such a turn on I heard myself moaning in delight and shock each time his finger wiggled looking for it's way inside me.

-Turn on your stomach again- he said

Now, this gave him better access. An as he was kneeling next to me, one of his hands on my upper back, the other sliding between my now semi-parted legs, my desperate and wet pussy anxious, open and ready. He slid one finger inside me, then another. Oh, how I moaned! that was the most anticipated feeling, and yet so surprising, so fucking good and so forbidden.

Still he didn't have much room to maneuver and obviously couldn't do a proper finger fuck, so this was more of a slow massage, there's a new version of "deep tissue", his fingers went in, twirled inside and slowly came out, then in, twirl and out, and again, and again, deliciously slow. I closed my eyes for a moment to take in the feeling of him pushing inside me and forcing my pussy open with his fingers. Then I opened my eyes and saw the immensity of the ocean in front of me. It was lovely and sexy...unforgettable.

This was all so intense and very erotic, we both knew that this kind of touch was not to bring either of us to cumming, and yet the prolonged sensation of being so close, so close, was fabulous.

We switched places, I put my bikini top back on and knelt next to him. The Matador was laying on his back. I slid my hand up from his trunk leg to find his cock and his balls, I felt the weight of his wrinkled balls sack in my hands, then moved up and started stroking his cock, wish I could have licked a little to make him more slippery, but his pre cum was enough to provide me some lubrication. I started slow, gently, just as a territorial recognition. I didn't get to see it, but it felt long and had a good girth. He is closely trimmed too.

And so we spend about two hours taking turns turning each other on, with the sun shining for us and the ocean singing for us. He kept a hard on all that time, unbelievable! youth, youth, how precious.

Eventually the real hunger made us get up to grab a bite, we packed his tiki lounge, took it to his trunk, then we went to grab a quick bite, we kept chatting while we ate our late lunch and after he walked me to my car and we said our good byes.

That's the longest foreplay I've ever had and the most unforgettable both in intensity and scenery.

Next time we're meeting at his place!.

Stolen

2009-08-13T06:00:00.000-07:00

I'm kind of back.

In the mean time, I got this from WryGuy .
1. You can ONLY answer Yes or No.
2. You are NOT ALLOWED to explain ANYTHING unless someone messages or comments you and asks. — and believe me, the temptation to explain some of these will be overwhelming, nothing is exactly as it seems.
Now, here’s what you’re supposed to do. . .Copy and paste this into your notes, delete my answers, and type in your answers.

Been arrested? no
Kissed someone you didn’t like? yes
Slept in until 5 PM? no
Ran a red light? no
Been suspended from school? no
Experienced love at first sight? yes
Totaled your car in an accident? no
Been fired from a job? yes
Fired somebody? yes
Sang karaoke? no
Pointed a gun at someone? yes
Done something you told yourself you wouldn’t? yes
Caught a snowflake on your tongue? no
Kissed in the rain? yes
Had a close brush with death (your own)? no
Seen someone die? no
Played spin-the-bottle? yes
Smoked a cigar? yes
Sat on a rooftop? yes
Smuggled something into another country? no
Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on? no
Broken a bone? yes
Skipped school? yes
Eaten a bug? yes
Sleepwalked? no
Walked a moonlit beach? yes
Rode a motorcycle? yes
Dumped someone? yes
Lied to avoid a ticket? no
Ridden in a helicopter? no
Shaved your head? no!
Made your boyfriend/girlfriend cry? yes
Eaten snake? yes
Marched/Protested? no
Had Mexican jumping beans for pets? no
Puked on amusement ride? no
Seriously & intentionally boycotted something? no
Been in a band? no
Been on TV? yes
Shot a gun? no
Skinny-dipped? no
Gave someone stitches? no
Ridden a surfboard? no
Drank straight from a liquor bottle? yes
Had surgery? no
Streaked? no
Taken by ambulance to hospital? no
Passed out when not drinking? no
Peed on a bush? yes
Donated Blood? no
Grabbed electric fence? no
Eaten alligator meat? no
Killed an animal when not hunting? no
Peed your pants in public? no
Snuck into a movie without paying? yes
Written graffiti? no
Still love someone you shouldn’t? no
Been in handcuffs? no
Believe in love? yes
Sleep on a certain side of the bed? yes

Now you turn!

Intermission

2009-07-31T06:00:00.000-07:00

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Nope, sorry, there is no post today, and probably none this or next week.

I'm taking a little vacation, getting a fabulous tan, cleaning out the clutter and searching for new adventures.

But I'll be back sooner than you can say "sin".

What Eva wants

2009-07-30T06:00:00.001-07:00

Either out of respect or total dissinterest, no one has ever asked me what's the story about Adam.

It's time for you to know a little background and what's the real state of my union.

Believe it or not, I am in a happy marriage, both to the public and in the privacy of our eden's garden.
Adam and I have frequent sex (and quite a variety). We have a positive emotional relationship, we share ideas, laughs, plans. We care, protect, respect, and pamper each other, we love each other.

It's not that we don't have sex, to me is more about the quality of sex we have. In my case, quality matters more than quantity. I think I'm accurate when I say that my marital bed is an oasis for him, but a dessert for me.

The reason?

I have much more sexual experience than he does. It takes a lot to impress me. With Adam I'm the teacher and he's the student, I'm the leader and he's the follower. I've experienced in my past, I've done so much in so many beds and with a few other men ;) . Adam comes from a traditional and very restrictive upbringing, he has a limited and polluted view of sex and prior to our mariage, he had little to no experience. When it comes to sex, I'm in the Nobel league while Adam is almost illiterate. It's been a labour of love to get him to open his mind to new concepts, techniques and ideas.

Our sex is like our food: We have home made meals all the time, we have a balanced diet, it keeps us healthy but is not finger licking good. Sometimes I just want to dress up, go to a fine restaurant and enjoy an elaborate dinner, one that I didn't have to cook myself and that gives me a different and more exquisite flavor than the simple food I always have at home.

An affair to me is a luxury item: if I over do it, I'll get tired of it; besides, it can't happen too often (or it's going to cost me), it's just an ocassional treat.

What I'm looking for, outside my marriage, is Gourmet Fucking.

In defense of Threehugger

2009-07-26T19:33:00.000-07:00

Ok, after reading your comments, I think it's fair to set the record straight on Mr. Treehugger.

For those who wonder, all I can say about sizes is: small is cute, petite is adorable, his was abnormal. And yes, I've had big ones and I've had huge ones. My ideal size is the medium. He's actually the second smallest I've ever seen (and I've seen quite a few).

But don't cry for me Argentina: it's not that I'm only getting the little ones: let me remind you that the Viking was something out of this world, Lord of the King was BIG; Count Vlad had a perfect size masterpiece, even KK was ok sized (but a little thin). Joe is average, nothing to be considered minimal. In fact, when it comes to the doing, Joe's size is a great fit for me, the problem with him is that he has no idea how to maximize the use of his tool and has no complimentary skills.

But, on Threehugger's defence, yes, he was amazingly good at oral, Gold medal - got to give it to him. However, receiving oral is a fine appetizer but I cannot live out of oral only.

Unfortunately for him I'm a cock girl through and through: And I'm not just talking about the fucking and the amazing sensation of a cock pushing my inner walls apart as it conquers and enters deeper and deeper into my wetlands. Also when it comes to sucking, nothing is better than having a mouthful of cock, feeling it grow inside my mouth, or when stroking it, having something strong to grab onto... I need the filling feeling. He cannot provide that and that disqualifies him.

Fast forwarding to part two of the encounter with Threehugger. He gave me amazing oral (even considering the restricted space) rhythmic combination of tongue and finger, so good that I got totally turned on and got to a point when (forgetting the size) all I wanted was his cock in me: next thing you know, we were in the back of his car and Eva lowering herself on his gloved member. I tried and tried and tried, but it felt like jello and I wasn't sure if he was hard or not. Finally I got it in, but the minute I started moving, his mini-monster would slide out. It was very frustrating for both of us; Threehugger ended up loosing his erection and that was pretty much the end of the encounter.

We exchanged emails later that day and I told him that as much as I felt the mind connection between us (which I do, damn it!), I realized I had moved too fast into sex mode and I didn't want to continue on that path (Saint Eva). I gave him my blessings to keep on looking. He asked me bluntly if his size had anything to do with my decision, I denied it with the " it's not you, it's me" excuse.

Eva, the Musical

2009-07-23T06:00:00.000-07:00

ACT 1.
Intro

There's this new applicant in my list of candidates, I've mentioned him briefly before, lets call him TreeHugger; a total enviromental guy, organic eater, bikes to work, even his line of businees is about changing the world for the better.

He's one of the sweetest persons I've met, a very kind and deep kind of man. This got me thinking about the type of personality I'm usually attracted to. Well, I can tell you something, the Type A total power man, is not what I go for at all. For the most part because I find the "overachievers" to be arrogant and that's a big turn off for me. Probably that's why in my real life I've never found a true dominant man, they all tend to be too gentle.

I've always fallen for the Type B, usually the artistic ones (some don't make a living of it but are definitely in touch with their soft side): give me a poet, give me a musician, give me a philosopher or an ex buddhist monk, and I go gaga. One that can smell the roses and enjoy a moment without checking his watch or blackberry every five minutes. Sure, a nice car can get my attention for five minutes, but a kind heart is something I really treasure.

Now don't get me wrong, I still like them to have enough money to pay for the room :).

Anyways, TreeHugger is one that I've connected with in a more spiritual level. Gosh, I know how corny this sounds, I just don't find another word: we happen to have a similar mind frame. He's very smart, not just professionaly but spiritually smart. We're touched by different people at different levels, this one is totally different; whenever I talk with him, he leaves me thinking. Let me tell you, he's been so inspiring to me, he's made me aware of my carbon pring and I'm now recycling big time!. It's funny how we think we are strangers that bounce each other without consequence, but probably we can have an possitive effect in each other. Think about it, now find your cause, get out there, and save the world one fuck at the time.

Sing along #1.
Holding our hands together, everybody!: We are the world...we are the adulterers... we'll save the world fucking all over the place, let's start the giving.

ACT 2.
The meeting

We scheduled a first meeting at this hotel not too far from where I work, it wasn't going to be a room meeting, just so happens that this particular hotel has plenty of lounging space and you can hang out withoug being disturbed.

When I found a good spot to sit, I texted him my location and two minutes after he ws standing in front or me. Aaaaawww he looks good, even cuter than his pics, he's abuot 6 feet tall, super slim, mostly fiber, little muscle; lovely light brown hair and deep hazel eyes, totally cute. He has a GQ elegance. We sat for a few minutes but today there was too much traffic of people around. We decided to walk to his car to have a little more privacy and enjoy the few minutes we had left.

In the car, things started heating up rather quickly: for such a green person, he's a very passionate kisser, really good, really on target, nothing sloppy or too wet or any of those disgusting situations, the kissing was remarkably good and comfortable enough that we didn't have to separate to breath, we would just increase or decrease the intensity, our lips never parting, really enjoyable. He gets a 10 for kissing no doubt!.

Hands started moving around and his made the descent down my back, around my waist and up under my top to find and then lightly caress my nipples. OOH, this one knows how to tease.
I followed suit and my hand traveled south to brush against his bulge, but without firm pressure. We kept kissing, and things were heating up at light speed. His light touch on my breasts was driving me crazy, he'd brush for a bit, then stop alltogether, making me twist and squirm, my body begging for a longer touch. My crotch was in fire, and like reading my mind, he moved his hand down, opened my pants and slid his hand under my pants but over my panties. He stopped the kissing for a fraction and gave me an evil smile. Mean, mean teaser. I did the same, following his gave and wanting to find out if he was as turned on as I was, i started my exploration hoping to feel his hard throbbing cock.
Soon enough his fingers started moving over my clit and my anxious wet pussy was begging for a direct contact, but he didn't: he'd lightly press his fingers on my clit it and brush them down over my pussy lips very lightly, he was taking his sweet time, like we had all the time in the world. I was getting desperate, neding more, wanting a little more action before it was time to go. So I slid my hand under his boxers, I needed to touch him, I wanted so bad to feel his cock for the first time in my hand.

I found his cock allright, but I could not believe it. My hand was sending the correct signal to my brain: oh yes, you better believe it, this is his cock. I could not look down to corroborate the information. I really could not believe it.

Sing along #2
Get up from your chair and sing with me:

He had an Itsy bitsy teenie mini, almost made me cry his weenie
that I felt for the first time today
that itsy bitsy teenie mini, tiny like a lipstick weenie
it was like thumb size, that little, I swear!
Bop bop bop bop bopopopopopopop

The End

El Beso

2009-07-21T06:00:00.000-07:00

We met again. Same time, same place.

Because this is totally unexplored territory for us, we agreed on taking small steps into knowing each other and taking our time opening up emotionally and also physically, we've been sharing a lot about our situations, minds, desires, dreams and fantasies. We IM almost every day and have kept in touch constantly, at first I wondered if the rules of the bi game were different than the hetero game, but not at all, we email or IM daily, we even talk on the phone, which is actually something I've avoided in the past (I'm self conscious about my accent), there is definitely a comfort "default" level between us, and it's been so refreshing to really talk about everything, from sex to in laws to stew recipes.

I got there a couple of minutes late, she wasn't there yet but after a couple of minutes I heard her voice behind me "did you start the shopping without me?" she asked. What a relief to see her, and wow, -I thought- she's looking even prettier this time.

Regardless of gender, the first time I meet anyone I feel like my vision is out of focus. Right after a first meeting, I cannot recall faces. Usually I only can remember one detail that was remarkable either in a good or a bad way. But the second time I see the same face, it's like they come into focus, instantly becoming a recognizable image and usually even more appealing than the first time. That always shocks me, how little it takes for the stranger from the other day to become a "familiar face".

We hugged, definitely much more comfortable with each other now, all smiles and giggles. I think we look cute together, two young women out and about, talking and smiling: the picture of innocence. Peggy's skin is white with a pink hue, she's from European descent; her wavy hair is light brown and below her shoulders, to me, she has the classical artistic beauty: like those paintings you'll see in any museum. Yours truly has a natural tan color with a caramel tint that easily accentuates after 5 minutes under the sun, I have straight dark brown hair, also below the shoulders. My mental idea of us together is "Botticelli's Venus" meets "Amazon Pocahontas". Actually that description even matches our personalities and the way we talk: she's quiet and shy, I'm fiery and impulsive.

One thing I keep imagining is how our skins must look next to each other: my cinnamon skin next to her ivory frame, fuck that must make for a pretty picture.

We had lunch and our conversation was fluent and easy, we kept eye contact at all times, that was one of the most "smiley" lunches I've had in a long time. She was definitely less nervous than last time. We walked around the mall back and forth while sharing details of our sexual histories and whatever brought us to this curious place. At some point she told me she was very nervous just about the idea of kissing, and asked me if I would think of that as a difficult thing to do. I honestly believe that the fact that we are both in the same page and with the same intention definitely is a great starting point, knowing that our advances will be well received and no one has to question if the signals were interpreted correctly (something that happened to me in the past).

She asked me if I found her attractive (which I do) she's so pretty and feminine, and I can tell she has a great body, I like you a lot! I said-.
Great!, Peggy responded, -I like you too, you're so pretty (me blushing), I feel such a great connection with you, and you have a nice ass. -Oh, Peggy, stop it! (modest me).

We were talking about the logistics of the whole thing. -Peggy, I said, our next step is to kiss, we have to move things forward and the sooner the better, we still have to know if we connect physically-.
I know, but I'm so nervous- said Peggy
Me too, but let's get it out of the way already- I said
Ok, but how, and where?- Peggy questioned looking at me with her pretty eyes
Hmm, not in the middle of the mall - I said- that would be weird even for California standards.
How about a dressing room? -I suggested- (it's so common for two girls to go into a dressing room together, no one would find it suspicious).
Great idea!, said Peggy let's go to StoreX, their fitting rooms are quite big.

Off we went to the other end of the mall looking for StoreX, my heart was pounding, I was so nervous and for the first time in my life I admit my panties were so wet, I could feel them as I was walking.

As soon as we entered the store, we both grabbed a couple of items as if we were planning to try them on, and walked together into (and she was right) a pretty big fitting room. It was early in the afternoon, so the store wasn't busy, luckily they were playing loud music, so our nervous giggles were muted.

There we were, Venus and Pocahontas facing each other a feet away, wanting to kiss but both too nervous to take a step forward.

She walked to me, I placed my hands on her hips, she wrapped hers around my neck and slowly our faces moved together until our lips touched for the first time.

We bounced our heads back, both looking for the acceptance in the other's eyes.
Good? she asked
Good! I said

Not to waste the momentum, I moved forward, pressed my lips against hers once again and gently sucked on her lower lip, then timidly brushed my tongue against it. She responded opening her mouth and welcoming my tongue in. We started kissing, for real kissing, french kissing, passionate kissing.

IT WAS FANTASTIC!!!

How is it? different, so totally different, extremely soft and sweet, so much tenderness, so much gentleness.
Before that day, I had thought that a kiss is a kiss, regardless. But I was wrong; the scale of things make it different from the get go, everything is smaller: we are pretty much the same height, she's a few inches taller but nothing neck-straining. Peggy has soft thin lips, mine are fuller and plump, it felt cushiony and "cocoony", gosh I have no words.
Her smell, hmm she was wearing perfume, but I only noticed it when I was that close to her, all my senses were in high gear.
The kiss progressed, I felt her body moving closer, then her breasts pressing onto mine (that made me want to giggle) I moved my hands around her waist to hold her body closer, slid my hand under her t-shirt to feel her skin, soooo soft, everything is soooft and warm. I didn't move my hands, just let my fingers brush against her skin, on her lower back.

We bounced back and unlocked the embrace.
Did you like it? - Peggy asked.
Yes, I did, you're a really good kisser- I responded.
Your lips are so soft -Peggy said -and with that she took charge this time, held my face between her hands and we kissed again: a little deeper, a little easier.

We shifted, my hands went around her neck, I got to play with her hair a little and felt it for the first time between my fingers, she moved her hand towards my butt and gave me a playful pinch. We kissed again, more at ease, and more turned on too; our tongues playing together, a little more aggressive, each exploratory move going deeper and deeper. I could hear the slurping sound of our mouths sucking and licking each other.

Fuck that was hot!

In total honesty, the kisses were short, but good enough and "complete" enough for us both to realize that the chemistry works well between us.

There you have it. Two nervous young women had walk into StoreX ten minutes before. Two potential lovers walked out. Smiling, happy, excited, and more turned on than ever.

Furlough #2. Matinee

2009-07-16T06:00:00.002-07:00

Joe the plumber keeps in touch with me daily, either by email, phone or IM, there's something like a friendship growing between. Joe is a romantic and moves slow. I like it, he's sweet and kind, he loves to talk and has no problem sharing with me the most intimate things about his life and his marriage. But that's all there is to Joe, he's just a great guy, nothing naughty about him.

Whenever we exchange sexy emails or IM's, I notice he runs out of material pretty fast, there are a lot of oohs and ahhs coming from his screen, but not much else, he is very intrigued and somehow turned on by my sex fantasies, but has very little material of his own. As I suspected, he's not very experienced: he married young and has had sex with just three women in his life: his first when he was a teenager, the second has been his mostly asexual wife, and the last was a one night stand.

Anyways, I had already decided to take the initiative with him, so I'm taking charge and setting up the pace. I don't know why, but he woke up the aggressive in me. I'm taking the mission to teach him a thing or two. Why do I bother? I honestly have no idea, but he's just so nice, a nice responsible husband, good dad, honest person, I want to spice him a little, he's the kind of man who deserves that. He honestly tells me he is unexperienced but wants to learn, that he wants to try and feel all there is to sex that he's been missing out. And boy, do I have wisdom to share! I've never been in the teaching position with a man, specially because in the past I've always been with much older guys and they were the ones who taught me. We scheduled a movie date, on a weekday, morning, matinee (hopefully an empty theatre and the complicity of darkness would help bringing him out of his shell). He was very enthusiastic about the idea, he seems to be game for anything. I have my own plan of pushing him a little out of that shy-comfort zone and see how naughty he can be when turned on.

He was there before me, as I parked my car next to his, he walked out and came to open my door. I was wearing the shortest summer dress I found in my closet, flat sandals (he's not that tall), no bra and a teeny tiny thong, modesty aside, I was looking hot!.
Joe gave me the longest look, one of those inspecting kind of looks from head to toe, he obviously liked what he saw, leaned and gave me a timid peck on the lips, understandably (although the location wasn't dangerous for either of us), still it was plain daytime and one never knows. He was nervous.

We approached the ticket counter and he bought two tickets for the most stupid film in history, so to increase our chances of an empty theatre for the 10:30 am showtime. We walked in, got a couple of sodas and entered the dark room.
As I suspected, there was not a soul there, the movie was about to start, so I knew we were going to have the theatre all for ourselves. We were paying no attention to the screen as we were engaged in the small talk, but still, he didn't do anything physical besides holding my hand. I let a few minutes pass, hoping he would get more comfortable and reassured that nobody was going to ente the theatre.. but nothing.

The movie kept playing, I guess 15 minutes had pass. O.K., I thought to myself, we still have time, but we need to get things moving...As if he had read my mind, Joe put his arm around me (finally) and I took the opportunity to get as close to him as possible; he seemed to relax and soon turned his face towards me. We kissed. His kisses start very slow, only lips, no tongue, this guy really takes his time either warming up or gathering his courage, but we escalated the intensity and it felt really good, it was not explosive, all the opposite, there was something very sensual about his slow kisses.

Joe for real takes his sweet time and I can be very impatient. Ooh, please! we're in a dark room, all alone, we need to take advantage of this! You know what it is? I need to get turned on rather quickly, otherwise I get bored, just kissing and kissing doesn't take me anywhere. I can handle teasing ( I love it), but as a means to stay on the excitement peak, and even for that I need multiple stimuli.

We kissed and kissed and kissed, eventually his hand started caressing my lower leg, but carefully as not to pass beyond the knee. The voice in my mind started screaming: fuck, are you serious? Disrespect me! go ahead, just take advantage now! how about grabbing my hair, or for gods sakes, grab my ass, give me more! His hands were shaking, that poor guy could not believe what was happening!. I'm sure he wasn't even thinking straight.

He was still shaking, was he cold or was he that nervous? Enough already! I won't bite (unless asked). He's more shy than I thought. We were getting stuck, I needed to move quickly so I stood up facing him and straddled on his lap, at least I'll get a nice grinding out of this (I thought) Joe was paralyzed, why was he so nervous?. There was nobody in there!. He kissed me and touched my legs a little. After quite some grinding, his hand moved between my legs, he slid my panties aside and timidly and very lightly started exploring my pussy. Yes, yes, keep going, I thought, but unfortunately he has no technical knowledge; here's one of those that has no idea of how to find a clit, let alone how to stimulate one.

Which again, makes me wonder, why a man that is so obviously incompetent as a lover go to a website like AM? don't they know that the expectations of a frustrated married woman will be quite high?

Anyways, the clit exploration turned painful and I had to remove his hand. Damn, this is not at all what I was hoping for: I was not expecting a full blown fucking form him,but I know someone else would have done it in a heartbeat. I don't even thing he came prepared for that -we didn't get that far, but in case you wonder, yes, I had condoms. Some fingering (well done) would have been nice, my hope was that I was going to grind against him, he would finger me, I'd cum once or luckily twice, and then I'd get on my knees and give him the blowjob of a lifetime. But you all know things never happen as we expect. And for the record the blowjob intention plummeted instantly and there was never any mentioning of condoms.

I did open his pants though, caressed his cock a bit; mostly because I wanted to have a better idea of his size, not with the intention of making him cum. He obviously liked it, but I didn't go as far as to give him a hand job. His size? hmm.. average to small, kind of slim, nothing impressive.

After a little more grinding I dismounted him and sat back on my chair. We kept kissing and slowly lowered the intensity (which wasn't that high for me anyways), re arranged our clothes and left the theatre, the movie was still playing (so probably my mental timing was not accurate), I thing all in all, we were in there for about half an hour.

And that's the biggest waste of time, space, cute dress and darkness I've ever had.

Joe was smiling ear to ear as we left the theatre and told me that what we did had been the most daring, intense and hot thing he had ever done in his life. Really? poor thing. It made me realize that a full fucking didn't even cross his mind, the rubbing had been good enough for him, go figure!. Can someone be that innocent? Next time I'll take out the a condom and just fuck the brains out of him.
I am determined to wake him up a little bit. Joe will be my "paying forward", my "good karma action". We've all met that one person that taught us the naughty and adventurous fun things of sex and I want to be that one for him. Because I honestly like him and I do feel he has potential. He might not know much, but he's eager to learn. Someone's got to do it!

For your consideration

2009-07-14T06:00:00.001-07:00

There: front and back, what do you think? should I go to print?

So, guys and girls. If you were approached by a innocent looking latina, she walks towards you, gets a little too close and hands you that card, with a little accent says: "please read this", while showing you an inviting (and contagious) smile... would you consider it for real?

Ha!, wait, let me guess! I think I know exactly what you're thinking: "well, Eva, maybe. It depends on how you look like".
Let's see...someone once said that I have a resemblance to Eva Mendes (without the mole).

Cock blocked

2009-07-09T06:00:00.000-07:00

Ok, here it is: the depth of my superficiality, selfishness, and an ego-crushing moment.

So...

I don't do gyms, My kind of workout is walking down the stairs or when I'm feeling athletic, walking on the beach, open air stuffs... here and there I workout at home, I like to do my yoga semi-nude and in total solitude.

But I have this girlfriend that is a total gym-freak. Note: This is a real girlfriend, I mean, just a friend, nothing sexual at all. Well, I think she's hot, but I know she's repulsed by the idea of another woman, so no advances on my part towards her.

Girlfriend is younger than me and single . We have very different body types, her frame is tall and narrow, no ass, big tits; I'm shorter and curvier, small breasts and "brazilian" ass. Magically our schedules have coincided and we've been working out together lately. She gets me in with a guest pass, so we can visiting her gym together. Still, I don't love the confinement, but it's fun because I'm with her. We go very early in the morning when the place is almost deserted, which is reassuring because I could never be comfortable panting and sweating in front of a lot of people. Here between us, I have kind of a germ phobia, and seeing sweaty people makes me cringe.

Because I'm not familiar with all the machines, It's been fun trying them all out and wasting a hell of time trying to figure them out. In other words, I haven't been working out for real. To top it all, I'm clumsy too, I almost fell from the stairmaster thing. I'm telling you: it's been embarrassing.

That day I was fiddling with an abs machine; I could not figure that thing out, I'd go on it and get down again, looking all over for the knobs to raise the chair, move the arm bars, loosen the leg cushions, decrease the weights...Why do they need to make them 'that' difficult?, I read the instructions at least 5 times (for which I had to dismount the machine each time). It was ridiculous!. Girlfriend was nowhere to be found and I was determined to use that monstrous equipment.

I was minding my own embarrassing business when I heard a voice, I removed my earplugs and turned my head towards where the voice was coming.

What a vision! I haven't seen a good looking guy like that in a long time, he was a foreigner from some European nation for sure, German perhaps. Immediately I noticed his sexy accent, he was sitting on the machine next to mine. "You need to adjust the chair, you're too low" he said.

What? Huh? oh, god, this guy is too good looking, I saw his green eyes, and he had the kindest smile; his arms, you won't believe! muscular but not buff. I can only imagine those abs. God, I must be horny!

Euroguy got up from his machine and stood in front of me, god help me!. "Get down" he said. I swear, I got so nervous I could not coordinate my movements. down? did you say down? why do I always thing of sex?. Did I just turn red? fuck.

I got down from the complicated piece of equipment and he quickly pulled and pushed and set up the machine for my height, "Now try it". Ay Dios! He was still standing in front of me with the kind encouraging smile. (Sure, hottie, I'll do anything for you) I got on the thing, held to the arm bars and pushed with all my might.. nothing...the stupid machine didn't move, how embarrassing! I turned red, blue, purple, all freaking colors! just imagining how "unfit" I must look to a workout god like him. Shit! I wanted the earth to open up and swallow me.

He encouraged me and patiently showed me what was it I was supposed to be doing; it made a lot of sense but I never got to move the arm bar down an inch. He told me to try the machine he was on, said that it was easier. So nice, so kind. "don't you mind?" I asked . "Not at all, come here, I'll show you, you'll like this. (coming from you, I'll like anything, papasito) But it's up to you, whatever you want" he said. So we switched. I sat on the thing and (with a lot of effort) was able to do one crunch, keeping a straight face and pretending I knew what I was doing.

Euroguy kept looking at me the whole time flashing that beautiful smile and saying sweet encouraging words... And then girlfriend approached. "Are you done? I want to work on that machine", she said standing in front of me. I mean, I know it was obvious that I wasn't doing much, but there were 50 million other machines, why did she have to come right here, right now? So I told her I wasn't done, that I had just sat on this one after wasting about 10 minutes on the one next (where Euroguy was sitting) which had been too difficult for me.

When I'm embarrassed, my defense mechanism is to make fun of myself, I'm a total clown; if others are laughing, it takes a lot of pressure of me. Girlfriend was laughing and Euroguy too, still keeping his eyes on ME.

"Really?, I love that machine! it's so easy, but you have to get used to it" she said, adding to my disgrace and self consciousness. I swear, I felt like a total klutz!.

Girlfriend is very outgoing, she has no problem talking to people, specially hot guys. I like that about her and I encourage her to be a slut now that she can and before she gets committed, I'm kind of her sex mentor. She knows I'm married, she knows Adam (and thinks highly of him), she has no idea of my "other" activities. And you all know how we have to be very careful of our moves (thank god for AM).

Girlfriend moved to the other side, and started doing some kind of acrobatics, Euroguy was now in the middle: MarriedSlut (me) to his left, SingleSlut (her) to his right. Girlfriend turned to talk to him, she pretended to ask something about the machines (I have to stop teaching that girl) and I knew at that point that my battle had been lost.

Damn that little slut for coming at the worst time possible, damn me for having the complicated story. How can one walk to a gorgeous looking, single (I found out later) guy, ask him for his number and nonchalantly tell him, right there, in the middle of the gym: "well, I'm married. I hope you don't mind. I mean, after all, I just want to lick those abs of yours for a while and then fuck your brains out, you don't have to move: you're too pretty, I'll do all the work. What do you say?".

Hell, I saw him first! AND he was going to talk to ME! I saw it in his eyes, he just wanted to make sure I was properly installed on the fab-fucking-abs machine and then he was going to start the conversation; we were going to flirt, exchange phone numbers and later in the week, fuck like animals. I could just picture it!.

They started talking. The whole scene was just too painful. I put my earplugs back on, blasted the music, got off the thing after five painful crunches, turned around, gave her my blessing and dragged my wounded tail to the other end of the gym, where I didn't have to witness that spectacle.

But as I kept working out and cursing my bad fortune, I had an idea: I'm going to print little cards that I can hand out to good looking guys without too much talking, like:
Hi, I'm Eva and I'm married but I find you very attractive; would you be interested in a no strings attached fling with me? call me (310-123-6969) or email me at pleasefuckme@yohoo.com . I'm not a whore, just a desperate woman. Great idea, isn't it?

The happy ending? they exchanged phone numbers. Like all good looking, single and available people normally do. They're having dinner tonight.

And I'm envying girlfriend with vileness.

Driving Miss. Pussy - Part 1

2009-07-08T08:56:00.000-07:00

Hopefully the title gave you an idea of today's topic (or not).

I'm about to give you the gift of my instinctive wisdom. This all came about because I've been trying to do some research on the subject of "pussy eating techniques" (yes, things with Peggy seem promising) and found pretty much nothing of value. No wonder men are so clueless! This, however is my personal take on the subject, Eva's gears sort of speak. But seriously, I'd love to hear your comments, tips, specific techniques and any other additions from both men and woman. I share some, you share some, deal?

Please, remember I have no medical training, this is not an anatomy blog, this is how I make sens of things. These are the kind of stuffs I think about, this is how I think about stuffs, I like to make comparisons to help my understanding of things. That's it.

I'll try to talk menglish (men's language), as clear as I can, and in ways I hope they can relate,. Let's set a mind frame before digging in:

1- Think of a car, a stick shift sport scar, not a automatic. [And remember, manual transmission gives you more mileage ;)]
2- Keep in mind, it's not difficult but it's time consuming, however, once you know it well, it gets easier and easier.

Ready, set, go.

Ok, the car thing. When driving stick, you have about 7 different stages sort to speak: neutral, first, second, third, fourth, fifth and reverse. You cannot jump gears, and getting it into first is the hardest (it was for me) it takes a timely coordination of hand and feet to get the car into first gear. From then on, is smoother. The key to gear shifting is listening to your car, the engine will "tell you" when it's ready for a higher gear, you can hear it, it will ask for it.

Well.. guess what, it's the same with pussy, you can't switch gears too quickly otherwise it will stall and die and you'll have to start all over and somebody will be frustrated, but if you start right and keep the control on the gears and the acceleration, when it's ready for a higher gear, oh, it will let you know! Trust me!.

For the sake of fun, let's say this is what you'll be working with:

*Your tongue is the gas pedal, you almost never let it go
*Your hands (or insertion device) will be the stick and the clutch, in direct connection, always in contact, ready for the signal to increase to the next gear.
*Your lips are your breaks and your steering wheel: they help to keep course and also for lowering gears. That's the last thing you let go when you arrive to destination.

Before you begin:
-Know your way around, make a visual inspection, get a blueprint of the terrain so you keep in mind the topography you're about to take on.

Yes, yes, I've heard the same excuse from men all over, that every woman is different, well, ok, every man is different too, every car is different; but there are some basics that are the same and usually respond the same.

I assume there are the usual and obvious differences in color, size with and depth, just like there are many sizes, colors, shapes and angles for cocks out there. When it comes to pussy I know there is one particular difference, at least visually: the exposure. Some have clear windows, some have tinted windows, or like drapes, some are sheer material, others have heavy drapes that won't let you see much through. However, behind the drapes the view is pretty much the same. What to do if you want a clear view? open the drapes! easy! just do it slowly and somehow gently, it won't feel uncomfortable unless she is dry...when in doubt, ask her to open the drapes for you.

The Clit. Located at the top where everything merges together. Is not that mysterious, have you heard that it's like a mini cock? well, it is, not a full cock, since there's no shaft per se, but it is like the head of a cock, like the head of an uncircumcised cock, there is some protective skin that will be pulled back as it grows. Exactly that, and just as sensitive.

Let's think, dear gents: what do you like done on your cock? probably we'd like that done on our clits as well: licking, sucking, kissing, fondling and DEEP THROATing.

Why do guys like deep throating? my guess is because you feel surrounded by moist, heat and pressure, it's felt all over.

But how, oh how can a guy give the same sensation of 'surroundednes' to a woman? with your lips!. Keep them in contact, stop doing the frantic tongue thing! that doesn't work by itself, it's fun for a while but it's about mixing it up, pleeeease!.
So, what works for Eva? Full mouth contact. Lips surrounding the clit while tongue is pressing, licking, flickering and if I'm lucky, fingers are entering, circling and hitting inside, not too fast, not too hard,keep it simple, conserve energy and make it last. If you go full speed from the beginning you get tired soon and is ineffective anyways.

Does licking feel good to you?, it feels good to us. Does it make you cum by itself? same thing to us. Tongue flickering feels good to you, feels good to us. Does it make you cum by itself? Rubbing feels good to you, feels good to us. Does it make you cum by itself? Sucking feels good to you, feels good to us. Does it make you cum by itself?. Fondling feels good to you, feels good to us. Does it make you cum by itself?

But if you've had a little of licking, a little of flickering, some rubbing, balls fondling, slow and fast sucking... the combination of all brings you to the edge of cumming, now your cock is deep in her mouth and the stimulation has been multiple, your mouth is surrounded, you keep moving, you move faster, you can't stop at that time, if you're about to cum you keep thrusting and you cum, hopefully deep in her throat, with all your cock in her mouth. Do you slow down? no, do you change what you're doing? no, you just keep at it and the explosion happens. Same with to us.

The secret? the lips, the lips (not the teeth) should be in contact as well.

I'll go over the gear shifting on part 2, in the meantime you need to practice the basic of clit anchoring. Need a visual? how to do? here, go, grab a pencil and practice, the eraser represents the clit, put it barely in your mouth, keep your teeth out of the way, hold it in place with your lips and try with puckered lips and with relaxed lips, breath normally and let's see how many different moves you can do with your tongue on it and around it. And remember, practice makes perfect.

Where are my posts?

2009-07-08T08:49:00.001-07:00

I can't believe this!

Is anyone else having problems with the scheduled posts? I had schedule a couple of (admittedly) fillers to keep you company while I was gone, because you know I'm not like those (i.e. Riff Dog) that leaves us hanging for weeks without a word, I swear!

Sorry, I was far away, enjoying the sun, the nature, the sand, the water; working hard on my tan, dozing off lazily on a hammock while contemplating the white beaches of some remote natural paradise. (yeah right).

Anyways, I'm back, I'll save the fillers for later, I'm finishing something I want to share now.

Be right back

Survey

2009-06-30T06:00:00.000-07:00

I found this on amelia's blog. And asked or not, I've invited myself to fill out the survey becaus this is my favorite subject.

1. What’s your favorite way to have an orgasm? Any, please. Let's see, If I could choose, it would be a vaginal one during intercourse, too much pounding can distract me, it needs to be deep and slow. Yeah baby!

2. Do you use a sex toy? Hands? or both? When alone? Lately mostly hands, sometimes toys, liking the 'bp' more and more these days.

3. Do you have a favorite time of day or night that you like to pleasure yourself or have sex? Favorite would be late at night right before going to sleep.

4. Do you feel you have different types of orgasms? Yes, the easy ones, the difficult ones and the lost at the last minute.

5. Do you have a position or a technique that always guarantees an orgasm? The only orgasms that are guaranteed are self-induced. It usually happens with legs tightly closed, slowly stimulating clit, I love the pressure and I barely move, so Adam doesn't wake up.

6. Is having your clit directly stimulated pleasurable for you? Yes, pressing more than rubbing.

7. Do you masturbate/pleasure yourself? But of course!.

8. Has your self pleasuring repertoire/routine/technique changed or evolved over time? A little: early youth, only hands; early adulthood, only of toys; currently, combination of both.

9. Are sex toys part of your self pleasuring or with a partner? Or both? So far, self only.

10. If you enjoy using sex toys how often do you upgrade your equipment? Whenever they break, I'd say every 6 months or so.

11. Whats the most intense orgasm you have ever had? Geez, I don't remember the most intense, but I vividly remember the first one I ever got during intercourse, because up until that point I wasn't sure if I had ever had one, but when it happened, I knew for sure! It was on missionnary position, but I don't recall more details.

12. How often do you orgasm? Daily, more than once a day, weekly, monthly….? About 3 a week.

13. Do you regard orgasm to be a stress reliever? Not for me; actually if I'm too stressed, my body doesn't respond. But it's hell of fun!.

14. What happens to you after orgasm? Full of energy, a bit lala or ready to go to sleep? Rarely full of energy, usually ready to sleep and when a partner is around, definitely always in need of a cuddle.

15. Have you ever squirted? No, but I pray for it everyday.

16. Do you fantasize when you masturbate? Or do you just get right down to it? Usually I start mind blank, but as I get closer to climax I always picture the same scenario and specifically the same dialogue, but the object of my fantasies varies.

Action / Reaction

2009-06-25T11:30:00.000-07:00

Writing to multiple candidates at the same time can be problematic: on one hand I don't want to be putting all my eggs in the same basket, but on the other hand, I just don't have the time to write, much less to meet: I still have to make a living and my online time is limited, not to mention blogging, which takes a fair amount of time. So whoever is putting effort is the one who will be getting the most attention, sorry guys, that's the way it works.

Currently, I'm keeping correspondence with Mr. Bond, Spankenstein, Joe the plumber (who has managed to put himself at the top of my guy list), two new additions: The Matador, and Mr. Treehugger (I'll tell you about them later), and of course, Peggy.

All the guys are pressing to meet or see me again, some are more pushy than others, but as much as I'd like, I'm having to trim down my selection. How do I do it? toss a coin and proceed to apply silence treatment, how else?

I've notice there is this dynamic on the AM world, kind of like taking turns: you write, I write back; you call, I call back; you IM, I reply in kind. But if one of the two breaks the pattern for longer than, let's say, four or five days, that means that person has moved on or is been distracted by a new participant that is gaining territory.

I assume these guys have, like me, a pool of girls they're talking to; so I won't be surprised if they don't even notice my silence and/or understand it as the sign it is: distraction. It is very easy to take this personally, I wish I could explain to them that it's not that whoever gets pushed aside didn't interest me: I wouldn't have kept corresponding if I wasn't attracted, I just ended up biting more than I could chew and I have to take corrective measures.

I tossed the coin and the result was that the dominants [Mr.Bond and Spankenstein] are going to be put to the side, and, ahem, because there is something just fascinating about getting to know more of the "new" ones... you know how it is.

I never bother sending a "not now, maybe later" email; I know that's rude, but I'm lazy to have to come up with a polite excuse for someone I've been only corresponding for a little while. I save myself the energy. Plus, shall I want to get in touch with them again, it's easier to come up with something random like "I was out of the country" or "my mother in law was visiting", than saying: well, I'm done with the previous guy, let's try with you.

But if I were to send such email, this it what it would say:

Dear candidate:
I know I've been MIA lately, I've been very busy visiting AM and expanding my pool of options, but now I have too many on my plate, so I just wanted to let you know that I'm test driving this other guy(s): it might work, it might not. If things don't take off, I'll get back to you. In the meantime, feel free to keep looking,
Eva

But I don't. I rather the silence treatment, let them imagine the rest.

Fuck, I should have toss that coin one more time:

Mr. Bond keeps contacting me like nothing happened, I guess the silence rule means nothing to him: he calls me and leaves me messages, he IM's me wishing me a good day, he sends me daily "inspirational emails": He's introducing me to "The Story of O", a few paragraphs a day. That's interesting; I didn't know about it before, so I appreciate his enlightening. Looks like he will stay around until I agree to meet him, no matter how long it takes. Fine by me.

Spankestein has sent me emails asking me what happened to me, if I'm okay, why I'm not responding, blah blah blah. Now, this has happened to me before, and still I don't bother to answer, but there's something about this guy (and the genuine intention of keeping him in the bench, sort of speak) that compelled me to respond.

But I couldn't come up with a lame excuse. This time, for the sake of adventure, I just told him the truth: I'm test driving someone, you're now in the back burner. If things change, I'll get back to you. Let's keep emailing in the meantime.

Uh oh. His response was not what I expected.

I'm not copying literally his words, I just want to share (in parenthesis) my impressions as I read it:
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Hi Eva

Well, it's fine, I was just worried about you (See how nice I am?).
I understand your dilemma and actually I've been in a situation like that before (because I have plenty of women to choose from).
It's all fine, after all I have no problem meeting woman (I do get laid, your loss)
So, good luck with your guy (you bitch). Thanks for the offer, but I'm not interested in keeping correspondence with you anyways (and fuck you, by the way).

Good luck (virtual finger)

SS

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GRRRRR. I don't know why, but that message just pissed me! I know the words were not harsh, but I could feel the energy between the lines...Other guys beg and plea and try to stay all nice, understanding and friendly; this one literally gave me the finger. Oh, hell no! If someone is to have the last word, that will be me! (pity, I know).

I wrote him back, trying to convince him to stay around and keep in contact, I just didn't want to end it on a sour note. In a weird sick way, his "whatever" response did rekindle my interest in him but I still wanted a little begging. However, soon it became obvious that that he had no interest in wasting time corresponding if there wasn't going to be a fuck in the near future.

I now realize that my mentioning of the "back burner" was a little mean. I admit it, I should have worded it better; after all, no one likes to be second best. My bad.

Lesson learned, I won't ever tell the truth again.

Ok, moving on...

Furlough #1. Interview with the vampire

2009-06-23T09:30:00.000-07:00

Before moving forward and to get the specifics out of the way, let me explain why I gave this gentleman such a name: What I'm about to write is not apt for the squeamish, so jump to the next paragraph now that you can. Here is the reason: he likes blood (Vlad is the name of the historic figure on which the legend of Dracula was created). Vlad has something of a fetish about having sex, touching and watching everything related to a woman's menstrual period. Sorry, I warned you!. I find this fascinating and guess what! I like it too!. Just like in my case, his wife doesn't share his fascination. I don't see any reason why during the days I am on my period, Adam doesn't even poke me with a stick!.

Men like Vlad are hard to find, and I was pleasantly surprised when he shared his blood fantasies with me. Long time ago I met another 'vampire', and let me tell you, we had fun! not in spite of my period but because of it!. That one was also very curious and involved, to me that's one of the most intimate experiences I've had.

Ideally our first meeting was going to coincide with the appropriate days, not that we were planning to do anything specific, but because of that has been the tone and background of our erotic exchanges.

Unfortunately it wasn't the case, this trip was already planned and we just were not going to miss out on the opportunity to meet because mother nature didn't cooperate. Funny, how for other people that would've been a reason to cancel a date; while for us it would have been a happy coincidence.

Back to the story.

This trip was a personal trip with wifey and the little vampires in tow to attend a family event, which let us with very limited time to play, but admirably he managed to squeeze a couple of hours for me.

This was the plan: he arrived in the morning, had to go pick up his rental car, drop wifey and the little vamps at the hotel where the event was to take place the morning after, there they'd meet the rest of the family and spend a fun day of shopping while he visited his company's LA office (me) to take care of some urgent, and very important business (me).

Santa Monica Pier. 10:00 am

I got there on time, he called me to let me know he was late and traffic was predictably terrible already.

10:45. My cell rings, it's Vlad. "I'm by the pier's entrance, come meet me here"

I was sitting on a bench, stood up and started walking in his direction; I had seen close up pics of his face, but had no idea of his body frame, and, being nearsighted I could not make him up amongst the people around, until pretty much I ran into him.

This guy is one of those ugly but sexy specimens, how can one explain that? He doesn't have a pretty face, big "humpy" nose, big eyes, thick lips, slick hair, not unpleasant, but not strikingly gorgeous either. Think Anthony Bourdain; not pretty, yet sexy. Very tall and slim. He was dressed up very stylishly too, totally casual and appropriate beach clothes, wide leg jeans, leather "jesus" sandals and a loose light blue shirt. Killer style (no pun intended).

We walked on the poer for a while and then found a place to grab a bite. The lunch went in a breeze, the conversation was so engaging we had a lot of fun, we talked about everything; from eating veggies to kamasutra, to meditation to global warming and saving the whales. It was a delightful time. I was happy enough just talking to him, it is so great to meet interesting people!.
After lunch we walked to the beach, found an empty bench and sat down, still talking about a million different things. We were laughing about something and then a short silence felt over us. That's when he bluntly asked me if I was feeling a good vibe towards him, if I has found him attractive. Of course! I responded, I like you a lot!. "Great, I like you too", he said, "let's go make out in my car".

I was momentarily shocked by the sudden proposal, but I agreed. After all, this was too public of a location to make out. Off we went to find his car.

He had parked at an open air parking lot not far from the beach; his rental was a huge SUV type of vehicle with tinted windows and all (I guess he had it planned all along). "Jump on the back seat" he told me as he did the same from his side.

The car was at the farthest corner of parking structure, but there was a lot of movement going on around us, people walking, and getting in and out of cars, next to us some people were changing their clothes inside their vehicle. "Can they see us?" I asked. "Nah, don't worry", he confidently responded.

Those were the last words I heard from him in a loooooong time.

Vlad jumped on me and we started kissing in a very passionate and hungry way: it was primal, intense and exciting, a little on the rough side. He licked, he bit, he sucked my lips, it was deliciously devouring.

We kissed for a while but soon our hands started wandering all over, everything was so uncoordinated it must have looked funny, plus don't forget we were in the back seat of a car, not much space to maneuver (the seats were not folded). Our mouths didn't separate at all, so whatever our hands were trying to unbutton, grab, or loosen up was done in total blindness; his hand was struggling to open my pants, I helped him and soon and fiercely he removed my jeans and my panties along.

He was kissing me and first lightly touching over my pussy, then his fingers slid in and he started fingering me frantically, I had never been that wet in my life, I could not believe the rush of excitement that was washing all over me, the chemistry between us was explosive. We were groaning and moaning like wounded animals. I reached to his pants and was able to release his cock, he was warm and hard, the skin felt so soft in may hand, I felt the wetness of precum at the tip and my thumb spread the wetness all over his head, then my hand wrapped around his shaft and I started stroking him. God he is thick!

He opened my legs as far as they could go and dove in, burying his face between my legs. OOOOOOOOH MY GOOOOOOOD!

The way he ate me! his tongue, lips, teeth, hands, he got my pussy to surrender: moist, open and extremely responsive to his stimulation. I could feel him licking, pulling, sucking, tugging, circling, opening, entering...he did it all with hunger. His mouth on me was not an compassed symphony of touches and rhythms, it was a Mad Carnival!. I've been eaten before, many times, but never with such gusto.

I came, and came and came, and I could still be there in the back seat of that car cumming some more.

My legs were shaking. My body temperature was so high I was afraid of having a stroke, I had to stop him before I passed out. I literally had to pull his head away from between my legs. Not only I had cum already more than I could handle, but I was dying to kiss him again and to suck that cock that had been out of my reach for way too long.

I pushed him away and he sat back while I pulled his pants and boxers down to his knees. What a pretty cock. Again, I've seen many of those, but this one is worth a prize, long, thick, beautifully pink and sleek. Imposingly standing against a carefully manscaped background: a masterpiece. And so I told him.

I couldn't wait to devour him all.

My mouth was watering as I licked his balls, I was trying to restrain myself from gulping him down at once,. I licked up his shaft and soon my lips were surrounding the tip and moving down and down and down. I couldn't take him all in, I tried, but I was on a side angle that was not working on my favor, I readjusted and was able to take his cock all in my mouth. I started moving my head up and down, while my tongue flickered around his shaft and his cock head. His hands were on my head, not pushing or guiding but barely resting on it, I could feel the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat each time I took him in... suddenly his hands pressed my head down, holding it in place as his cock started pulsating and he released his load deep in my throat; after a couple of seconds I had to forcefully push my head up, desperate to grasp some air, my mouth filled with his cum before I swallowed it all down. YUMMI, his taste was mild and sweet, one of the best flavored cums I've tasted.

Once his body stopped twitching, I licked him clean with my tongue and sat next to him. We were both exhausted, half naked and breathing hard but absolutely satisfied.

Time had run out; we re-arranged our clothes and hair, moved to the front seat and he drove me to where my car was parked, we said our good byes and agreed to talk next week, when he's back home. "Have a nice weekend and enjoy your family event". I said. "I'll be smiling all weekend, thanks to you" he responded.

That's what I call a happy hour!

Dear Abby

2009-06-18T05:55:00.000-07:00

This is the same story you must have heard a thousand times over. I've found myself in a situation I don't know how to handle. Or to be more precise, I know what to do, I just don't know how. If you could help me, dear Abby with specific guidance as to how to procede, I'd be eternally grateful.

We found each other in the AM website, which to my surprise is becoming the place where I'm doing most of my social networking. Do you think, dear Abby that when one visits AM more times a week than Facebook, is that a sign of some underlying issue?.

After exchanging a couple of emails on the site, we quickly moved to personal email, no IM session, though, I haven't brought it up, I can sense we both are a little hesitant about how (if) to move forward, besides, our hours wouldn't match, not because of geographic location, but due to family responsibilities.

On top of that, I'm suffering from emailer's block, I have no idea what to say and how to open up the dirty talk; we already covered the basics about family situations, we both are in solid, happily childless marriages, and looking for that extra spark. However, the sexually explicit terms or topics have been avoided at all cost. From my side, I was being very cautious when choosing my words: At least until we met in person, then if the chemistry was there, I thought, I'd be able to bring out my naughty side and take it from there.

Since we didn't want to waste any more time in the email exchange and to get the first impression out of the way, we scheduled our first encounter. A friendly coffee in a very public location, at a mall that happens to be way out of my way and that I'm not familiar with, so we agreed on meeting in front of a famous store, the one you find in every mall, and from there, walk together to find a coffee place. As I was driving on the freeway towards our meeting place, I had that feeling of "Oh, my: I'm actually driving across town to meet a potential lover, how crazy is that?!". I'm sure you all have had moments like that, when you say to yourself, partly terrified, partly amused: "If only all these people knew what I'm up to". It's that mischievous feeling that feeds the excitement of the first meetings.

I got there early as usual, about 1/2 hour early, traffic was not as bad as I had expected. I walked around the mall for a while, even bought me a cute dress in a little boutique and then headed off to the store. I walked in, there were about 20 people in there, mostly woman, two or three guys. I decided to walk towards the door as to be spotted easily, and as I gave a last glance to the back of the store, our eyes locked, we had found each other. There was no doubt, that was the same face I had seen in pictures; we smiled, gave each other a hug, and, quickly walked out of the store.

Was there a spark? I wouldn't say that, it's a little weird: we immediately hit it off in a friendship type of connection, it was actually amazing to feel at ease so soon with a stranger, I didn't feel any passionate sexual urge, although, deep down I was hoping not to be the one who had to take the initiative, and just to sit back and follow.

We talked non stop and shared more details about our marriages and family history, we shared some more about our sexual likes and curiosity. Our significant others are in totally opposite sides of the spectrum, being mine to the extremely boring and conservative side of the equation, while my new friend has an open minded partner, they've even discussed the open marriage and swinging possibilities, but so far it has been kept as just a fantasy. Anyways, time flew and unfortunately I had a long way back home, so we had to cut the conversation short.

We walked together to my car and sat in for a couple of minutes, there was a lot of movement around us, and I just didn't gather the courage to put an aggressive move, I thought there was a good vibe, but I felt self-conscious. Besides, all the people walking around us, I was having one of those "what will they say" type of days, weird.

The thing is, this time I'm the older one, which, I guess puts me in the position of taking the lead and initiate things, only I don't know how, I'm so used to be on the receiving part of the equation that I don't know how to put on the moves, how does one approach the other for a kiss, how does one read the signs of when is the right time? what do I do with my hands? I hope that once the first step is taken, things will just flow as our bodies show us the way, but that first step is, or course, the hardest. For the first time, I'm feeling a lot of empathy for men out there.

I didn't. I couldn't. Thought of reaching out to hold her hand, or play with her hair and bring myself closer, but I was frozen; she kept looking at me with those pretty eyes, I know she was hoping for me to do the first move and probably to initiate the kiss. I was just too shy.

And that's how our first date ended: I drove Peggy to her car, she gave me a lingering hug and walked out. I hope next time I'll have the courage. Like I said before, I think I know what to do; what I don't know is how.

Thanks,

Birgin

Falling slowly

2009-06-16T05:55:00.000-07:00

Joe the plumber has kept email contact since we met; his first email was a couple of hours after our first encounter, all compliments and sweet words, how much he had enjoyed meeting me, how cute I am, how nice and how sweet, he couldn't believe I hadn't found anyone yet, etc, etc.

I guess some people are just hard to read. Usually I can tell by the amount of drooling on a guys face if he is into me or not, this one I didn't see coming: Joe had been so cool, galant and respectful, I honestly didn't think he was that much into me.

I asked him why didn't he try to kiss me or put any moves on me, he told me he is a slow kind of guy and wasn't sure if I would be OK with it on a first date. How sweet, I guess there are still nice guys out there; but he assured me he would take care of that next time.

We've been IM-ing quite frequently and getting to know more about each other. Funny, out of all the candidates so far, this one has shown a genuine interest in getting to know me. We've also talked on the phone and our conversations are lively, we talk a lot about everything, including but not limited to sex, this has been a nice change of pace and it does feel like dating in a weird kind of way.

I've shared with him some of my submissive fantasies, he didn't get turned on at all by them and told me that such kind of interaction has never crossed his mind, made it all clear that he is more of a sweet and tender than rough and wild type of lover (in my book, that usually translates to inexperienced, but I could be wrong).

Something in his kind, cautious and gentle nature woke up the aggressive in me and my instinct to take the lead. Although I usually like and wait for the man to initiate, I think with Joe it could be fun to take charge and rock his world a little bit, I like him and he definitely needs some spice added to his life. Besides, he's such a nice guy!. Just for fun, and now that I know I won't be rejected, let's see if I can unleash the beast I so hope he has inside.

His schedule is pretty flexible and mine will be open for a couple of weeks with MeanBoss out of town, but distance is an issue. We are talking about meeting soon, he is very un-pushy about it; in the mean time, we are keeping the electronic communication and getting to know our souls better, isn't that romantic?.

Old Testament. The encounter with the law

2009-06-11T05:55:00.001-07:00

Nick was 38 years old, I was 23. He had a serious relationship with his live-in girlfriend, but that didn't stop him from having fun with me sometimes. He was a "short, dark and handsome" type. Out of all the guys I had been with up until that time, I remember him as being the most fun.

Nick was a great kisser, he had soft hands and was good and always wanted to perform oral. His cock was small and thin, nothing really worth praise, that's why most of our encounters consisted of long steamy foreplay followed sometimes by a quick intercourse. Thinking back, I guess it was more of a mutual masturbation kind of thing, not really fucking, because, well, it wasn't any good. Poor guy.

Anyways, Nick and I would get together about once or twice a month, he would pick me up after work, we'd have mini-dates, a movie and sex, or dinner and sex, or just sex, depending on how much time we had available. But we wouldn't go to hotels, I guess since we both managed to orgasm usually withouth the need for intercourse (those good old days), a bed wasn't necessary. For the sex part of the combo, we would just do it in the car, whenever the mood struck, and I thrived on the excitement of almost getting caught in the most inappropriate places doing the most inappropriate things.

That day we went to a late night movie; we left the theatre and the mall parking lot; Nick was driving around scouting for a more secluded location where we could kiss and play with each other like it was our routine.

We found ourselves driving through a residential neighborhood, still looking for a dark corner and a blanket of darkness when we turned onto an unpaved road in front of a construction site in its early stage. This was a dark, quiet and isolated place, perfect!.

He parked the car, tuned off the engine and we got to the intense kissing caressing routine. The location was unusually quiet, not a soul would walk by. As we kissed and the temperature started rising, we started removing each other's clothes and started our erotic exchange.
We had an established routine and we had practice maneuvering in the limited space of his car, usually he would finger me and eat me first (my favorite part); after that, I'd work my mouth around his cock so to get him as hard ad he humanly could, either working him all the way to explosion, or sometimes I'd mount him and fuck him to climax. Whenever we had intercourse I had to be on top, it was the only way I could feel him a little.

That night was just like every other, we were going at our practiced routine and having a hell of a good time. He was funny and goofy, our fucking was always adorned by me laughintg at something silly he would say. During the kissing we had already removed our tops and my bra was also gone to the car floor. I reclined my chair back to offer him more acces to go down on me, then I removed my pants and panties, after he ate me and caressed me and finger fucked me for a while, I got on my knees; it was his turn. He removed his pants and underwear and I got to work on sucking him.

I don't remember exactly how but we both ended in the back seat, I had sucked on his cock for a while he was really hard, but still not close to cumming, so he asked me to mount him because he wanted to cum in me. I crouched on him and lowered myself onto his manliness. Although the friction from his cock wouldn't do much for me, the grinding against him always felt really good; in a way, I could focus completely on what my clit was feeling without the extra cock stimulation.

It was dark and quiet and we were louder than usual since the location felt so remote. My eyes must have been closed (probably his were too). We were so into what we were doing, we didn't see anyone approaching. Then I heard a clicking sound. It was loud, and I think it was the second time I had heard it, but the first time I thought the noise came from some part of the car, considering all the bouncing.

No, it hadn't been the car. I heard the noise again and still kept going, totally oblivious to my surroundings. It was Nick who forcefully pushed my body away from him and bent over his torsoe. WTF?! .

At that moment my brain was scramblilng trying to figure out what had happened. Seeing him bent over like that the first thing I thought was that he was in pain, maybe I hurt him? did I bounce too hard or something?, then the noise again, it was coming from the window; I also heard a man's voice. The window was fogged, but still I could distinguish a human figure standing outside the car, looking in through the window and saying something.

- (knocking on the window) "Get out of the car!".
-"What's happening?" I asked, eyes wide open in fear, looking a Nick who was ghostly white and looking towards the window.
-"I don't know"- he said, obviously as confused as me.

Now, this was on my third world country were people get killed for a pair of shoes, or kidnapped for no apparent reason. I knew we were in danger, probably a gang of really bad guys was surrounding the car, they would steal everything from us and run away, leaving us there, half naked and probably after raping me or performing only god knows what kind atrocities to us. I started shaking.

-knocking again. -"Sir, get out of the car" the voice repeated
Nick started lowering his window -"Good evening, officer" - he said.

Again, this was in my third world country where sometimes the cops are worst than the thiefs.

-Get out of the car, sir.
-Give me a second, please, let me put on my clothes"- Nick said.
-"OK" - the officer
-'Lady, you get out of the car as well"
-"Yes, sir". (oh shit)-where are my panties?
-"Nick looked at me and said, "I'll manage it, don't say anything, ok?"
-"OK". He didn't have to ask me twice. I was already picturing myself spending the night in jail charged with indecent exposure or something embarrassing like that.

I didn't find my panties or bra or blouse in the darkness and considering the uncontrolably way my body was shaking, luckily I managed to put on my pants, shoes and jacket and walked out of the car.

There were two police officers, standing outside. The window knocker asked us to stand by the trunk of the car, as I did that, my gaze was fixed on the floor and didn'd say a word, even If I tried, I couldn't have spoken; I was terrified and utterly embarrased. The other officer kept us company while the window knocker walked away, I guess to inspect the car.

The inspecting officer came back and asked to see Nick's documents. Nick's shaking hand handed the documents and I heard his trembling voice saying that we were not doing anything wrong; "please, please let us go, me and my girlfriend were just kissing, nothing else".

The officer sounded amused by Nick's begging and said. "You were not just kissing" you were both naked in the car having sex, and I could take you to the station for that, did you know that's illegal?.

Oh shit. I wanted to cry.

Yes sir, no sir, please sir, I'm sorry sir, poor Nick, he was even more freightened than me, if they took us to the station, that meant they would impound his car, not only we would get a ticket, an embarrasing time in jail, have to pay a fine and all the other inconveniences, but how was he going to explain that one to his girlfriend?!. I'm sure that's what worried him the most.

"You shouldn't be taking these kind of risks for yourself and for the young lady", said the officer, "you're lucky that we are police officers and not a band of thiefs, otherwise this story wouldn't have a happy ending".

Yes Sir, no sir, I know sir, I'm sorry sir, please let us go, sir. Poor Nick, he was sooo afraid. I mean, I am laughing now, years after that, but that was one of the most scary things that have ever happened to me. Still, we didn't know if these were good cops or bad cops, I was standing there wondering, what if they ask us for money? I don't have a penny on me, but I guess I could give them my watch?. what if they make me.. yuk!. Oh, god, please help us. Anything could happen: here we were, in an isolated corner, late at night in the middle of nowhere at the mercy of two armed man.

-I'm not going to give you a ticket and I'm going to let you go this time- the officer said.
PHEW! Never I've felt such a sense of relief.
-We'll follow you to the next main street and I don't want to see you ever again around here, is that clear?

-"Yes, sir, thank you sir" oh, Nick, please shut up, let's just go.
And you, young lady, you shouldn't be doing this, this is very risky.
-"Yes sir, thank you sir". I said.

And that was my brief encounter with the law, lucky we got away with it and sure we learned a lesson; we still kept doing what we always did, but we were more cautious from then on; we even started going to hotels. And we made sure to never visit that neighborhood again.

Sometimes roses, sometimes thorns

2009-06-09T05:55:00.001-07:00

I had told you about this guy, the Lord of the Kink (LOK, from now on). We have exchanged a few IM sessions since our first chat on AM. Our correspondence hasn't been steady, actually as of today he has never, ever sent me an email, all our interactions (including sharing pics) have happened on the IM window.

Still, whenever I go online, LOK is always there, and I've enjoyed his alpha male dominance through the screen. He is very authoritative and quite creative, I must say.

We were having one of those hot IM exchange last week in the morning, my brain was already not fully functioning, clouded by the hot things he was typing to me, I admit it, once I pass a certain level of wetness, I become a total idiot.
He told me he wanted to meet me ASAP, and demonstrate in person all the little perversions he so expertly wrote about. MeanBoss was gone and the evil little voice in my head kept saying "go ahead, go meet him, why waste this wetness". So I told him that I could spare an hour to meet him that day, his schedule was tight, but if I was willing to drive closer to his office, he could meet me.

He gave me directions to his office building, told me to park across the street at the parking lot of the fast food restaurant and call him when I got there. He'd come and meet me. I grabbed my things, and flew out of my cubicle.

After a 15 minutes drive I arrived at the fast food restaurant parking lot, it was empty. I called him, he told me he'd be down in a sec, I sat in an outside table for no longer than five minutes when I saw him walking towards me. I had no idea where he had come from, I had been looking in the other direction when he approached me.

He is a very masculine looking guy, not too tall, but has a well built body, broad shoulders, reddish hair, light brown eyes, casually dressed. Although his picture looks better, he was good looking, no doubt about it.

He was not smiling, that was a little intimidating, but I guess he was nervous and this was not the most discreet of locations. LOK walked towards me, I was still sitting, he got close enough for me to be able to hear him and stopped, I was surprised, I was naturally expecting him to sit by me, but he told me, "follow me". (?) What?. "Follow me, he said, come with me". So I got up and started walking next to him. We walked in silence out of the fast food place and towards the light at the corner. "We're going to my building" he said. What!? We're going to your office?. I was totally taken off guard by this, not that I would have any problem visiting his office, after all, really, it's not my job that is on the line, but I'd like to be a little bit prepared in case he runs into someone in a hallway as to "who am I supposed to be". But whatever.

"No" he said, we're going to my car.
Oooh!, I got it.

"You look nice" he said, "even better than your picture". Actually I did look nice that day; I was wearing a black pencil skirt, a wine color blouse and black high heels, it was the total corporate look, serious enough but, ahem, this skirt shows off nicely the curve of my ass, what can I say?. I told him he look and smell nice too.

We went in, not through the building lobby, but directly down a side path into the parking lot. His car was not too far from the entrance, we jumped in, he turned on the engine and started driving to the lower parking levels, looking for a more secluded location, he said. We got to level -5, it was empty, he parked his car by a poorly lit corner and turned off the engine. We were both nervous and mostly quiet; I told him that so far, this was the most unusual meeting I have had.

He didn't let me talk much anyways, pretty soon he had jumped on me and was kissing me, the kisses were good, not explosive, definitely the chemistry wasn't at it's highest here, for whatever reason, I was unusually nervous and somehow uptight, I couldn't understand it at the moment, and found no obvious reason for it, but something was off.

I was very nervous, not that I was feeling threatened, I didn't feel in any danger or anything like that. He was kissing me and the kisses were good, so I tried to focus on the feelings and go with the flow.

He stopped kissing me, leaned back against his door and said "touch yourself" I want to see you.

I had never done that before, never touched myself in front of anybody; well, honestly, no one had ever asked me before. All of a sudden I felt self conscious and embarrassed. I usually am not that shy, but still, something inside of me rejected the idea of me touching in front of this guy I didn't even know.

I slid my hand up my skirt and located my clit, which usually is the way I do it in private. He couldn't see what I was doing, my hand was partially covered by my skirt, I was facing forward, my legs parted but not wide open. As I started rubbing, I saw him open his pants, take his cock out and started stroking himself. I closed my eyes as I was trying to get myself into the "zone". I couldn't, I lightly brushed my clit and it wasn't responding, I touched harder and it just hurt. I moved my hand down to open my pussy lips, I was drier than the Sahara. I knew immediately this was not going to work, there was some awkwardness that was blocking me.

I removed my hand and told him " I can't", "I'm too nervous". He kissed me, a little bit more passionately this time, then he grabbed my hand, guided it to his cock and started talking dirty to me in the hopes of getting me turned on again, like I had been earlier that morning sitting on my cubicle. Got to give it to the guy, he knows how to talk, he didn't miss a sentence while I was stroking his cock. Oh god, that was so weird. And wasn't getting me anywhere. I tried to keep up with the dirty talking, but I am not that good at it, I was feeling so terribly self conscious, I cannot even explain it.

So we were at the dirty exchange, the same lines you all know: (I felt ridiculous saying it then, as I feel ridiculous writing it now):
-"Get that pussy wet for me baby"
-"Oh yes, daddy, I want to get dripping wet for you" ( he likes the daddy thing)
-"do it, because I want to taste your juices"
-"hmm, yes, and then kiss me so I can taste myself on you"
-"you're making me so hard, baby"
-"hmm, daddy, you have a nice meaty big cock" - he did: big as in BIG cock.
-"do you want to suck me, baby?"

oooh fuck, here we go!

oooh, god, why me?

Now, don't get me wrong, his cock was big, clean and well deserving of a sucking, and god is my witness that is one of my favorite past times. But when a man asks me to do it, or suggests it even in the most subtle way, I get turned off completely. Performing oral is something that has to come from me, from my initiative: I don't suck on command. When a man asks me for a blow-job, the third world/catholic girl alarm goes off in my head screaming "he's using you". Call me crazy, and maybe that is something of an issue I have, but I hate it. And for all you to know, I play it fair, I never, ever, ever ask a man to eat me; if he wants to do it and it comes out of the kindness of his heart or the kinkiness of his mind, it is well received and appreciated, but I could never sit on a man's face as a "hint" or verbally ask him to go down on me. EVER.

Let me be even more clear here, because many of you might be wondering how can I want to be submissive if I cannot suck a cock when asked. Well, to me, that's different: if we were doing a "role play" where he is to be the boss and I am the obedient subject, then all is fair. I love orders and I love to please, but this was not that kind of scenario. Like many of you have commented in the past, I guess some man confuse being dominant with getting away with anything for their selfish pleasure.

That, to me, is the problem with dirty talking, at what point is it just talking, and at what point are we expected to act out what was said? I mean, I can say anything just for fun or to make a man hard; but if I tell him I'm going to fuck a donkey, just so he can watch because it sounds dirty and maybe turns him on, does he really expect me to do it someday?

Well, he asked and I did it.

I'm not going into the details here, you all know how a cock is sucked. I did a good job, although I couldn't (didn't try that hard anyways) take him all in. I gave him a half hand, half mouth job. I sucked and bobbed my head while my hand did most of the work; he came and I swallowed.

And I regret it.

I felt so dirty, so low, so worthless, I felt like a whore. NO, worst than a whore, at least they charge for the degradation. I did it for free and willingly, I crossed a line of decency when I forced myself to do something I really didn't want to do and I hate myself for allowing that to happen. I won't place all the blame on the guy, after all, no one was pointing a gun at me: he asked, I didn't say no, I didn't ask him to stop it , I didn't ask him to get me out of there. He was turned on, I was blocked, my body was not cooperating and somehow I felt I had to, just because he had a big hard on. I don't know what went into me.

What went wrong? I've spent a few sleepless nights trying to put my finger on it. I've met other guys and made out on a first date, nothing new about it, nothing bad or traumatic. I've had my fun, you all know it. This time, though, the basic foundation layer was missing. I felt used and abused and degraded because we went straight to it, because we jumped into sex mode too soon, because we didn't have a civilized lunch or an hour of conversation before we kissed, because we didn't establish any other kind of connection except for the fact that we found each other attractive. Because as big of a slut that I am, still, I need this whole thing to be something more than just a friction of bodies and an exchange of fluids.

Well, yes, dear readers, this experience has made me realize the importance of the "something", call it friendship, call it empathy; call it love or whatever. That element has to exist before giving oneself. And although I am not the kind of woman who needs a long courtship before being able to "open up" to a guy, still I discovered that I need some level of soul connection for my body to respond and my inhibitions to be discarded while still keeping my sense of self worth.

But I won't beat myself over it: it happened, it was a mistake and I learned from it. But I won't be seeing LOK again, because I also believe that once people get used to treat us certain ways, their idea of us is blocked in their minds and forever unchanged. Because I allowed him to cross the line, I am convinced that this guy could never respect me. And, well, I deserve it.

The real guy from Orange County

2009-06-04T05:55:00.000-07:00

Don't we love stereotypes?!!

This one I met with my vainilla profile on AM. It was a sunny sunday afternoon, home alone, poor little me, bored and restless.

He sent me his key to acces his picture, there were 2 images: on one, there was this tall, blond, white man, wearing a grey shirt, looking sideways and showing off a Pepsodent smile. On the other one there was the same guy on a boat, wearing shorts, no top and holding a big fish he had just caught, or so he said. Those images completely fit the stereotype I created years ago in my mind labeled "gringo".

After exchanging more info, turns out he not only fits the look but the whole package: He is a white male, full head of blond hair, blue eyes, square jaw, blond goatee, [which got me wondering now if natural blonds are blond all over?]. Born and raised in Orange County, a self made man and a declared republican, he started as a young man working a blue collar job and now owns the shop, sort of speak; his favorite past-times are surfing, fishing and drinking beer with his buddies. I forgot to ask if he likes country music, but I bet he does!.

Let's call him Joe the plumber. He's been in a long marriage, has kids, dogs, a house with a white picket fence. Everything normal and stable, but his sex life ended after his last child was born, about four years ago; pretty much the same old story.

Anyways, he drove all the way to me and we met for a coffe. I am happy to report he looks just like his pictures; a little on the thin side, though. I thought he would be more muscular, considering his line of work. His facial hair looks good on him and I kept wondering how it would feel to kiss him, would that itch?.

Joe was very galant, we had a nice conversation, and shared some of our dissapointing stories; he apparently has met some people from the site but hasn't taken it further with anyone. He says he has never had a full affair before, only a one night stand, but he's reached a point in his life where he has the need to feel passion towards someone, and that's why he started searching on AM, but apparently he has been even less lucky than me.

There was not much lirting going between us, I found him attractive and easygoing, the conversation was fun, but he didn't make any advances towards me. After we finished our drinks, Joe walked me to my car and gave me a businesslike hug. He said it had been nice meeting me and he would like to see me again sometime. But I'm not sure if he really meant it.

When a bad economy is good for affairs.

2009-06-02T05:55:00.000-07:00

Remember my proletarian cunundrum? The constant worry of how I was to manage having an affair when there is so little time available for me to escape from either my cubicle job or my family obligations?.

So far, and thanks to my terrible luck I've only needed to escape for early lunches, extended errands, a couple of after work encounters and the like, however it's still a concern for me that if my luck changes and I get to meet a local with whom I click and can meet on a regular basis, then it will get difficult for me to keep the thin veil of secrecy over my extracurricular activities.

Worry no more, dear public; the stars are finally aligning for me in the most fascinating ways! If spring was not all that blooming for me this year, I have faith, this for sure will be my summer of lust.

My company has offerd us to participate in this creative cost cutting, voluntary(mandatory) program that aims to save money and prevent from massive lay offs. Over the next three months, employees will take five days off without pay. Furlough, they call it?.

Five days off that I don't need to justify to Adam or to MeanBoss in any way, shape or form. Five days that won't be reflected on my paycheck, five free days for me to do as I please without affecting my sick days (which I religiously take, of course) or my vacation days (which Adam keeps track of, for the vacations we never take).

Five fucking days (underline the fucking!).

5 days free!!!! certainly, there are things that money can't buy.

Ok, off to hunt!

Manuke Samurai

2009-05-28T05:55:00.000-07:00

After the perv-phone from the other day, plenty of emails were exchanged with the Samurai. Of course I could'nt stop telling him how much it hat turned me on and how I was looking forward to more of that, or whatever else he had under his sleeve.

He asked if we could meet, said he really had enjoyed talking and writing to me, and wanted to see me in person and give me a chance to get a better feel of his personality.

Sounded very sane to me. I agreed.

Work has been hectic, but I could manage to escape for a quick lunch or after lunch coffee; the problem is that my work is very far from his and I didn't have much time to drive back and forth; and mid day it would be difficult for him to drive to meet me.

We agreed on a location 10 mins from my office, famous coffee shop in a small open-air mall, before the lunch rush. I got there first,(is it an american thing to be late? haven't these guys learned the word punctuality?); ordered me a coffe and sat on one of the outside tables, beautiful sunny day outside. 5 mins passed, nothing. Checked my phone, nothing. Hmm. I was feeling very self conscious sitting there, why is it that when we are doing something we are not supposed to, we have the feeling that the whole world knows about it?.

10 mins passed, my phone rang. "I'm at the light, will be there in two minutes". ok. Better late than never, right?

Did I say Samurai? let's just say he didn't look as grandiose. I saw him walk out of his car and walk towards me. Hmm, a little dissapointing, it's not that he doesn't look like his pic, he does, kind of, probably he's just very photogenic? It took me a while to figure it out, He used to have hair!. Nothing wrong with bald guys, but why not send an updated pic?

Anyways, usually people look better in person, this was not the case. There was something about his overal appearance was unpleasant: he didn't put an effort on his morning grooming and it showed. The voice, though, was just as deep as the one I heard on the phone days ago. If only I could keep my eyes closed all the time.

The Samurai was all smiles and hugs and apologies for being late. Because I didn't feel the instant attraction, I felt really ackward at his 'touchy feely' attitude, but did my best to be polite yet keep my distance.

We went inside so he could order something, I noticed that his natural voice is loud, he ordered his drink and made a totally out of place joke to the barista, I thought that was annoying and attracting unwanted attention towards us. Strike one.

We went back outside, I wanted to seat on a table, but, unlucky me, there was a bench in a shady and discreet corner, so I had to agree on his great idea and follow him there. I wish I had the heart to be upfront and be able to say: sorry, I'm not interested, thank you, good bye.

But we were already there, so why not have a friendly conversation?. First we did the usual exchange of histories and motives, but very soon he directed the conversation to the D/s territory, his experience and my lack thereof it.

We were having a lively exchange, much as entertaining as our electronic ones, he was asking many questions and I was getting confortable talking to him.

I was talking excitedly about something, don't remember what, but I was trying to explain myself because I thought he had misunderstood me, he started replying and I jumped in the middle of his sentence to stress whatever my point was. HE YELLED AT ME! in the middle of the starbucks, he told me to be quiet and let him finish, but HE YELLED AT ME! - Strike two. Ooh, sometimes I'm just too nice.

So I let him finish his sentence, but my face was not a smiley one anymore.

Conversation kept going briefly; I started gathering my stuffs, signaling my soon to come departure, my hand reached to lift my coffe cup and HE SLAPPED MY WRIST! told me to sit down and wait for him to tell me I could go . In the middle of the fucking starbucks!. There were people around! God, I felt so embarrased.

Strike three and out. I ran out of there sooner than he could say sayonara.

Now, sure, sure, I've expressed my curiosity towards the D/s thing, and god is my witness I am game to try new things, but I also belong to the shool of 'there's a time and a place for everything', specially when the attraction is not mutual (ahem, if the spark is there I can be flexible with my 'time and place' rule).

Little mister Samurai may not be married, but I am, and I plan to stay that way. Married people cannot engage in public displays of affection or discipline mid day right at the open terrace of a starbucks!. Even Riff Dog knows that one!. This was our fist meeting, and I didn't find any of that 'role play' appropriate or fun, it was plainly disrespectful.

What is wrong with these people?

As soon as I got to my desk I wrote him an email asking him to never contact me again.
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P.S: manuke = idiot

It's not me, It's you

2009-05-26T05:55:00.000-07:00

I was in the middle of a hot IM session with Count Vlad (exchanging ideas for our meeting during his upcoming yet brief visit to my town) when The Twin came online.

Twin: Are you going stealth on me?
Eva: No, I've been around, I guess our timings are off (false)
Twin: Who are you talking to?
Eva: Nobody, I was just checking email (false)

He thanked me for our last meeting and started talking about how much fun we (he) had that time and how he was trying to open his schedule so we could repeat it. To which I responded that yes, it had been ok, but there had been something missing, and I was having doubts wether I should see him again or not. I was trying my best to collect my thoughts into a nicely and painless way and he kept yping: "lol....lay it on me" . "I can take it". "really, I want to know", "what is it?". Serious denial there, like he didn't know?!.

So I told him that everything was going really well, how I enjoyed him in general, his looks, his conversation, humor, kisses, caresses, but between meeting 1 and meeting 2, it was like I had been with two different man: the first time at least he took his time to give me more erotic attention, but the second, it was like the anxiety to cum got the best of him. I said I really needed a hard pounding fuck, and although I didn't want to emphazise on the negative, the fact that it all happened and ended so fast, turned the whole experience into a bad one and unsatisfactory for me.

He became very apologetic, gave me a whole discourse about him being very stressed out that day but didn't want to cancel on me, his mind also being somewhere, and all of that combined with the pressure of the moment and the fact that I am irresistibly hot and sexy (but of course!) created the explosion effect that I ended up being a victim of, not only he came fast [which is already an identified issue], but also his giving up on reciprocating.

The Twin said that the fast cumming thing had never happened to him before (right)that the lack of sex, both domestic and on the side (since the ending of his last affair) had turned him into a time bomb, but he assured me things would improve in time. I hinted that I didn't have the patience to wait for things to improve as time went by (after all, that's what husbands are for) but I would give him one more chance to make it up to me.

It all trully comes down to communication. Hear me out people: If you are that stressed out or that short of time, way too busy or whatever it is that keeps your mind from focusing at least 80% on your lover when you schedule a meeting in a hotel room, just cancel the whole thing or at least give them a warning.

Let's revisit that day for a moment; let's say he had told me: "I'm very stressed out and very short of time, I still want to see you in private and get naked with you, but I can't promise I'll be at my most giving today". I had two options: One, I could've declined. Two,(and most likely) I would have appreciated his honesty, still seeing his effort of making time to see me while being so busy.

That could have been an opportunity for me to take the lead and show him how much I liked him: probably I would have offered to bring him some wine, take a shower together, give him a stress relieving massage and end the day with a mind-clearing blow job. I would have gone there with very low expectations regarding my own pleasure or I would have taken care of that matter with my own hands (literally). Everyone would have been happier.

The Twin thanked me for my honesty and understanding, told me he still wanted his last chance (as soon as his schedule opens, when he's sure he can focus 100% on me), and promised to do a hell of a job and whatever I want. He asked if I could get away for a weekend (his weekdays are terribly busy with work, his nights with family), but that's impossible for me.

He asked if I was still looking on AM. I told him I was. He pressed for details wanting to know if there was a replacement already in view, I told him there was no replacement. (We don't call them replacements, you silly: we call them team members).

For the time being, we will keep e-contact. I'll wait for him to suggest a date for his third shot. I still don't know what's going to happen, The Twin has the dissadvantage of a terribly busy schedule and we won't be able to meet in at least 3 weeks (anything can happen in that time, i.e. Count Vlad's visit). But if not for me, I'm sure he'll try harder for his next girl, and that's my good deed of the day.

"Moshi moshi"

2009-05-21T05:55:00.000-07:00

In spite of his huge ego and cockiness, out of all the other dominant finalists, The Samurai has been the most constant showing his interest. He's kept daily email contact with me and we even managed to have a short phone conversation, kind of.

I was home alone and we were chatting online; I knew my time was limited, because Adam could show up any minute, so we kept the tone light and innocent. He was doing most of the writing and got to reveal a lot of information about himself.

He's recently divorced, has kids and is currently unattached, his only objective for now is to have a good time.

Usually I would avoid unattached men for two reasons: First, the emotional risk: No matter what he says now, I believe that when people get out there into the single world, priorities change and all of a sudeen meaningless sex is not all exciting anymore. Also, because he has more play time than I could ever dream of, the day might come when he'll ask me for more attention than I can or want to give him. Or even worst, I can get involved and become territorial (because it is different when one knows that the other goes home to the wife, the kids, the duty), and start acting up all jealous and dramatic if I know he's speding saturday nights partying freely and having the time of his life with gorgeous single women.

Second, there is the health risk: If the married ones are fucking like rabbits all over the place (you know who you are) I don't even want to imagine the sex life of a single man in his forties. And when there's no spouse to protect, easily we can become a little careless.

But I'm not disqualifying him. He deserves a fair chance. The good part is that he has a place all for himself. I don't remember when was the last time I slept in a man's bed, in his territory, that should be fun.

We were talking about voices, how funny and unconvincing it would be for a man with a high pitched voice to try to be dominant and controlling. He was bragging about his baritone voice and how it would melt me away when I heard it (told you, cocky). The clock was ticking and I warned The Samurai that I might disconnect suddently if Adam appeared. We started discussing the possibility of having a phone conversation when, sure enough, Adam walked through the door. He was coming from the gym and following his usual routine, waved hi from the door and run upstaris to take a shower.

I could hear Adam's steps upstairs, so I opened the chat window one more time to dismiss The Samurai and wish him good night.

Samurai: You were supposed to wish me good night on the phone.
Eva: I wish I could, but I can't talk right now
Samurai: Didn't you say you wanted to hear my voice?
Eva: Yes, but Adam just got here. Got to go.
Samurai: It will take less than a minute you don't need to say a word, just listen.
Eva: (making sure the shower is runing upstairs) Ok. I have literally a minute and I can't say a word.
Samurai: No problem, dial this number.(XXX)XXX-XXXX

I dialed. He picked up immediately. A deep and commanding voice greeted me at the other end of the line. I almost melted. Really, The Samurai does have a delicious voice and the fact that I couldn't say a word, made it all extra-naughty.

Immediately he went into "perv" mode, his voice resonated through my body as he ordered me to be quiet and listen. "I've been watching you", he said. I know what time you get up, what time you go to bed, what time you leave for work and what time you come back home. I know what you're wearing right now, I know you are sitting downstairs in front of the computer, legs wide open, wanting to be touched.(OOOh, don't you love when a man can get creative and a little sick?)

I'm going to make you mine". (that alone made me tremble and, of course, sooo wet). "Tonight!" (he yelled); listen to me!!! Tonight when you take out the trash, I'll be watching you like I have before, but this time I'm not just goint to watch you, I'm going to grab you, push you against the wall, rip your panties off, spread your legs and force my cock deep inside you. Wether you want it or not. Tonight. You. will. be. mine!. Now go touch yourself and get all nice and wet for me.

Then he hanged up.

Everytime he yelled "tonight!: he send shivers through my body. Besides, it was not what he said, it was how he said it. He could have been saying the alfabet, and still have the same effect: the voice, the tone...ooh god! my hands were shaking, NO, my whole body was shaking. My house surrounded by the utmost silence, I was trying hard to control my fast breathing before Adam came back downstairs. I felt sick, I coudn't even eat my dinner. I've never felt that nervous and turned on at the same time, and only with a phone call that lasted maybe a minute?

That night I touched myself, that night I came thinking of his voice.

P.S. "moshi moshi" is japanese telephone greeting = hello.

Dirty Spanish 101

2009-05-19T05:55:00.001-07:00

Because nothing interesting is happening and I had promised it anyways, here is the most useless filler post: my contribution to your linguistic expansion.

Note, for other spanish speakers, please feel free to add your own regional variations, I'm sticking to the ones most used in my third world country and some I learned with lovers from other nationalities, but I haven't managed to sleep with a representative from each nation.

Oh, here we go. Repeat after me:

ass: culo [coolo]
balls: bolas, pelotas, huevos
bitch: perra
(to) bite : morder
buttchicks: nalgas
breast(s): seno(s)
chest: pecho
clitoris : clítoris (accent on the first i); capullo [capujo]; botón
cock: polla [poja], pinga, verga
cocksucker: chupaverga
(to) cum (I'm cuming): me vengo; me riego; me corro
cunt/ pussy: coño, chocha, cosita; vulva [voolva](polite)
ear: oreja
(to) fuck: follar [fojar], cojer, tirar, joder[hoedair], culear (also used for anal)
hand(s): mano(s)
hard: duro
hips: caderas
head hair: cabello [cabejo]
body hair: pelo, vello [vejo]
(to) jerk off: hacerse la paja [paha]
juice: jugo [hoogo]
lips: labios
(to) lick : lamer [lahmair]
moist: humedo/a [oomado]
nipple(s): pezón(es)
neck: cuello [cuaejo]
spunk : leche
(to) suck: chupar, mamar
tit(s): teta(s) [taetahs]; chichis [cheechees]
toes: dedos [daedos]
vixen : zorra [sorrrrrah]
wet: mojado [mohado]
whore: puta [pootah], ramera

Mom would be so proud.

Those we won't forget

2009-05-17T20:34:00.000-07:00

Mario Benedetti, one of my favorite writers, died today. I was introduced to his writings in my early youth; his poems moved me and inspired my innocent heart many moons ago.

Ms. Inconspicuous wrote her farewell post today; she was the first girl blogger I found (and I think we all girls humbly agree, she was the best), and also the one I was faithful to. She also touched me and inspired me in the most unsuspected ways.

My favorite poem from Benedetti below. Ms. I., this one is for you; because no matter where you go, you'll stay.

(terrible translation below).

Tactica y Estrategia (Mario Benedetti)

Mi táctica es mirarte,
aprender como sos
quererte como sos.

Mi táctica es hablarte
y escucharte
construir con palabras
un puente indestructible.

Mi táctica es
quedarme en tu recuerdo
no sé cómo ni sé
con qué pretexto
pero quedarme en vos.

Mi táctica es ser franco
y saber que sos franca
y que no nos vendamos simulacros
para que entre los dos
no haya telón ni abismos.

Mi estrategia es en cambio
más profunda y más simple
Mi estrategia es
que un día cualquiera
no sé cómo ni sé
con qué pretexto
por fin me necesites.

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Translation:

Tactis and Strategy (Mario Benedetti)

My tactics are to look at you
To learn how you are
To like you how you are.

My tactics are to talk to you
And listen to you
To construct with words
An indestructible bridge.

My tactics are
To stay in your memory
I do not know how
Or with what pretext
But to be left in you.

My tactics are to be frank
And to know that you are frank
And not to sell lies to each other
So that between both of us
There is no curtains or abysses.

My strategy is however
Deeper and simpler
My strategy is
That one day
I do not know how
Or with what pretext
Finally you need me.

Amor a la americana

2009-05-14T09:30:00.000-07:00

Remember Karate Kid? the Kindergarten Kisser?

He's been sending me desperate emails, asking me to respond to him and to see him one more time, poor thing, he writes that he hopes I haven't been swept off my feet and that I am still available and interested. He tells me how much he's been thinking of me and how much he wants to have my body all for himself to worship. Cute, what can I say.

I was feeling generous that day so I agreed to meet. What the hell, at least he is pleasant to look at.

Being the weather so nice, we agreed to meet at the park on the hill, the one with the nice views, by the baseball field. I got there first, parked my car and after a few minutes, saw him walking towards me. KK got into my car and we started talking. Got to give it to him; this kid, no matter what time of day, what season it is, whatever he's wearing, looks gorgeous.

He seemed much less nervous than any of the previous times; gosh, it's a shame he is so clueles because he could be a nice trophey fuck. I just can't tell you how good looking he is. Anyways, we talked for a while, general exchange about life, he didn't ask about my AM search, I didn't mention it either.

Finally we kissed, he put the initial moves and things started to move ahead rather easily. It was ok, and my expectations were low enough. He moved his hand between my legs and I was terrified of him performing another quasi-mutilating shake. He didn't.

I guess he's been practicing somewhere.

He slid his hand under my jeans (for reasons that are not worth explaining, I was unusually going commando that day) and grabbed my ass, then moved front and slid his finger down my surprisingly wet slit. I really wanted to ask him who taught him that, but I decided to let it be.

This time I was letting him do all the work and just enjoying the pleasant sensations. I was getting turned on and my hand moved up his leg searching for his cock. I found it and started rubbing on it, KK was getting very turned on, but I was not about to go out of my way for this young amateur, so I decided to pull back and lower the intensity.

He calmed down and we put some distance between us, I wanted to go back to conversation mode. KK kissed me gently and whispered on my lips that he wanted to see me again, how much he was turned on by me and how next time he would take his time and do anything to please me. I told him that maybe we should schedule a more private meeting some time in the near future. Go ahead, ask, What did he respond to that?.

This:

"Sure, that'll be great, only I don't have any money. My business is not going well, so we would need to figure out a cheap or preferably free way to do it, (chuckle)... do you think you can pay for the room?"

Excuse Me?!

[Yeah, I know. I fucking deserve it.]

I hadn't given any thought to the money logistics of the affairing. Once there is an established pattern of frequency with one very special lover, I wouldn't have any problem sharing the bill or hosting here and there. But (and maybe this is my third world mentality) I still expect the man to be the one that pays for the room most of the times; and specially the first time.

There is an expression in my thrid world country to describe when people split or share a bill, they reffer to it as doing it 'A la Americana' (the american way).

Is it? Does that apply to affairs as well?

Abra Cadabra

2009-05-11T05:55:00.000-07:00

Changing my hunting method in the hopes of catching livelier pray, I did a few changes to my AM profile, only to get an email from one of the candidates eliminated from round one, asking what was all that about.

Lesson learned: Don't change the existing profile: if you want to attract a different bear, try a different honey: Create a NEW profile, sit and wait. PLUS, new members seem to get a lot more attention.

How can two words make such a difference?!. You won't believe the overwhelming amount of winks, keys and even messages I got after setting up the new AM profile adding the magic words: submissive and curious. I am being bombarded by a batallion of Dr. Evils, Mr. Dungeons, Super Cocks and the likes...

Of course I'm having great fun learning about the perversions of the human psyche, and maybe I'll be able to swim through the sharks, get to the bottom of this ocean and back, unharmed and with a treasure (or two) in my hands.

I already blocked a couple of hard core maniacs; but still have 194 to go; I'm taking this with a grain of salt, reminding myself how much bullshit is out there and hoping to find me a non-criminal individual that takes his medications. So far it is just an experiment and, ok, ok, I admit it, a couple of heart racing chats.

I'm a little aprehensive about this submission thing, somehow I feel more nervous at the idea of meeting any of these men in person. With he "normal" ones (sorry, for lack of a better word), I didn't feel any threat because I knew it was me who would set up the conditions. But with a dominant man, there are two possibilities: either I freak out and run for the hills, or I submit (duh) and all bets are off. This part scares me. I have never been pushed beyond my confort zone, I don't even know what my boundaries are, for example: how much tolerance to pain do I have? what if I turn out to be a total whimp?.

Another thing that worries me is that I suffer from "people pleasing syndrome"; this could work against me if a dominant man figures out the way to take advantage of me and I can't say no, which usually happens in all aspects of my life. I really have to do more thinking before moving ahead. Damn you bloggers for making me curious.

Let me tell you about a few jewels I've found that will be upgraded to personal email stage. But beware, this could get boring because I'm really going to take my time.

The Lord of the Kink: This guy works in a line of business that makes his manliness questionable. He is used to being made fun of on a daily basis, so he has an easiness to laugh at himself and great sense of humor. He's done all he can to finally convince me that not only he is a real macho, but also that he knows how to be a total cabrón if the ocassion calls for it. As you can see, he also knows two words in spanish, which gained him extra points. Crazy and cute, he already gave me a pet name: Lupita.

Mr Bond(age): Or so he claims...Quite an interesting man, very bossy. Conversations with him have been mostly educational, he sent me some website links for me to check, he loves sharing about his abundant past experiences and has a cocky confidence (because he is very attractive). He is trying to get into my mind, asking questions about my likes and buttons, which have turned out to be quite difficult to identify, but he's been patient. I'd say this one is a trainer.

The Samurai: Well, he's just 1/4 Asian, but still. He has obviously a different look, and I have a great ethnic curiosity towards him; so far, my cultural assimilation process has only included white males; this could be an interesting addition. Besides, there is something about picturing a warrior pinning me down and making that KIAI noise that sounds sexy to me. He sounds very aggressive and there is no doubt he is always in control. A little full of himself, bordering in arrogant, but I think I can handle that.

Count Vlad: A rare gem and a real character. He even has the vampire look: pale skin and slick black hair. Not ideal because he is another out of towner-frequent traveler, but he's already offering to modify his schedule to meet me, and specially* eat me once a month. Serious and misterious, very guarded and averse to share personal information or comment about his public persona. He plays both sides of the D/s game. I guess it could be interesing, I don't kow yet, I don't like all the secrecy.

Spankenstein: Big on the mind game; not only he enjoys imparting punishment, teasing and torturing with his touch, but also with his words. He is also monster-size (in height, that is - hopefully in other areas too). Sweet and sour, he can switch from tender to cruel with ease and has interesting stories. He admits to not being a total expert, but has a vivid imagination and confessed to have tried a thing or two. I am yet to find out exactly what that means, but the fact that he doesn't portray himself as a know-it-all, is reassuring.

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Question: Can anyone please explain to me what is it with the "papi" fixation? did I miss that memo? So many sexier words in the spanish language but they ALL want to be called that. ALL of them. By the fifth time I read the "you can call me papi" line, I started worrying.

I'm going to do a service to humanity and post a dirty spanish 101 chapter. It's not a fun job, but someone has to do it. If you have specific requests or suggestions, drop me a line.

And speaking of orgasms in spanish, if you have time in your hands and nothing better to do, go to //http://latechocolate.com/, check the "castellano"option , click on the "la petit mort" video, don't forget to plug in your earplugs, close your eyes, and just imagine...

I'll be waiting to read a report on your impressions first thing in the morning.

I was Tagged

2009-05-08T18:30:00.000-07:00

I've been tagged by Wryguy from theresgottobemore about the five sexy things.

Only five?
1. My modesty.

ok, ok, seriously
hmmm.. this is not easy.
errrr

1. My hairy chest
2. My strong hands
3. My imitation of foreign accents.
4. My singing voice, preferably in karaoke
5. The way I graciously play ping-pong.

Right, I forgot to tell you that Ms I is not the only dude around here, although my surgery was not as successful, remind me to ask her who did hers?

My first times

2009-05-07T22:02:00.000-07:00

Kimberly at The Errant Wife has written a blog post about losing her virginity and invited friends and readers to do likewise (http://yourerrantwife.blogspot.com/2009/05/first-time.html).

Here is my story:

The thing is, I have two first times: the "accidental"; and the "voluntary ". But for the first one, some details are blurred in my memory I'm not quite sure.. anyways, here is what happened:

It was family tradition for the whole extended family to get together to celebrate Christmas, this was one such occassion. A very warm summer.

That night, the grownups had gone out into town and me and my 9 cousins were left at home accompanied by my poor old and deaf grandma. These are our names and ages at the time:

Carlos, 19; Margarita, 18 ; Patricia, 18; Mauricio, 17; Miguel, 15; Eva, 13 (yo); Alejandro,10; Isabel ,7; Angela, 5; Juanita,3.

I was already in bed, sharing a room with the little ones, they were sound asleep. I could not fall asleep because the older cousins were out in the living room playing music, drinking like putas and dancing like idiots, I wasn't old enough or cool enough to join their fun.

This was a rural town, hot as hell and with no air conditioning, the beds had mosquito nets around them and we would cover ourselves barely with a sheet. Let me tell you, Macondo has nothing on this hellhole.

Finaly the music quieted and the house fell into heavenly silence. I fell asleep. In the middle of the night, Miguel walked in the room and laid next to me on my bed (this was not his room and I knew he was not supposed to). He was my favorite cousin, we were inseparable during the day, only at night he understandably went with the coolest crowd, but he always was nice to me and he was cute also ( I had started noticing boys way before that).

We were laying there in bed, talking and looking at the stars through the open window, Miguel knew so much about everything!. He started tickling me and I was trying my best not to laugh out loud, so not to wake up the little ones. Then he kissed me . I had already been kissed before quite a few times, so I knew what to do and didn't feel ackward or nervous. But Miguel's kisses were very passionate, very intense.

I responded to the intensity, noticing a weird reaction on my body, one that I had not felt ever before. We kissed for a while, side by side, then he climbed on top of me. This I had never done, never been horizontal with anybody, didn't know what was going on, but fuck, it felt good.

His hand slid up my camisole, to my nonexisting breasts (like my wisdom teeth, they came out when I turned 30), I could not feel a thing, at least not in my upper body, but there was something wild going on down there that got hotter each time he kissed me!.

His hand moved down to my panties and started pulling them down. At this point I was totally sure we were not supposed to be doing this, but in all honestly, I didn't really know what was going on. I tried to push his hand away and everytime I tried to say something, he would just kiss me to shut me up.

Miguel held my hand and guided it under his pjs to touch his penis. I guess he wanted me to caress him, but the minute I felt the slicky skin, my hand jumped away like out of a burning stove. This was getting complicated and he was much bigger and stronger than me. No, I wasn't in any kind of anguish, he was my favorite cousin and I thought this was some new kind of tickling game, plus it felt good, my heart was pumping at tremendous speed and my mouth could not get enough of his.

I don't know how (this is when things start to get blurry) but he managed to pull down my panties and open my legs. His body was now laying between my legs, but he still had his pjs on, or so I thought.

I remember trying to stop him at some point after this, getting really nervous and pushing him away from me. He didn't insist and walked out of the room. I can't remember why I got nervous and desperate all of a sudden; my theory: pain.

We never spoke about that. It never happened again. I never told anyone about it until now.

Three months after I turned 16, I lost my virginity willingly to Antonio, a 27 year old college student. After months of heavy petting, one day he lifted the skirt of my school uniform, pulled my panties off and sat me on his thick hard cock. Antonio later asked me why had I lied to him saying that I was a virgin. I was shocked, offended and hurt. After much thinking I realized my body didn't put any resistance that "first time", but I blamed it all to being very turned on. It all came back to me years later.

So I guess Miguel took it, only I can't tell for sure.

When a man hurts a woman

2009-05-07T06:00:00.000-07:00

Mean Boss is in his early 60s, way past midlife crisis age, but nonetheless going full throttle into his affair with PowerWoman. They are seeing each other with lovebirds frequency almost every day. I can tell because of his unexplainably numerous meetings with "potential clients", his quiet phone conversations and his increasing edginess towards me. Not to mention his corporate credit card statement that goes through my hands and I've checked in detail. Lots of dinners, lots of lunches, lots of lies.

I am trying not to pass any moral judgment, but he is bordering unethic behavior and that somehow bothers the hell out of me; fine, have your affair, but for godsakes don't do it at the expense of the company!.

The slut in me is, in a twisted sick way, fascinated by all this and curious about the dirty details. The wife in me is sad, disgusted and offended.. How can I manage to have such double standards is beyond me.

His Wife has been out of town for a few weeks now, one of their daughters is recovering from some health troubles so she moved to care for her and help with the grandkids. It has become apparent that the only chance his Wife gets to talk to MeanBoss is when he is at the office. First thing in the morning, there is a call from her, reporting on their daughter's status and always asking where was he the night before.

After realizing I could hear his stream of lies, he now is taking precautions to close his office door to take the Wife's calls. And although I cannot distinguish the words anymore, I can recognize very well the festy and deffensive tone of the conversation.

Last Friday his Wife called the office late in the afternoon, she sounded upset; I told her Mean Boss was long gone but she kept asking me where was he and how come he was not answering his cellphone. It felt like an accusation. Truth is, I didn't know where he was, but I could have bet my life that I knew with whom.

Monday he arrived at the office smiling, refreshed after the weekend. As soon as we took care of the urgent, I told him about his wife's call on Friday and asked (genuinely concerned) if everything was allright with their daughter. By the switch in his expression, I could tell my question bothered him, he grumplily aswered that all was ok, brushing me off and closing his office door behind him.

Mid morning I heard him speaking, he was on the phone and by the fighting tone of his voice, I could tell this was a conversation with the Wife. Another fight, a loud one. At noon he came out of his office, told me he was not coming back for the rest of the afternoon and let me know he was flying out early morning on a last minute overseas business trip. When he travels far, the usual procedure is for me to forward his phone to mine and his emails to my inbox, should anything urgent arise.

Tuesday I got to my cubicle, turned on my computer, checked on voicemails and opened his inbox, amongst his usual 100 emails, there was a message from an email address I did not recognize, something like "AnnW2000-at-yahoo.com"; we get many emails like that regularly and I am the one who sifts through and answers to random requests from random people, so I didn't think twice and opened it.

It was an email from his wife.

In the email she wrote about how distant he had become, how difficult it was for them to talk without fighting, how out of reach he was, how his cellphone was always off.

She wrote that she could sense he was unhappy, and asked if she had she dissapointed him. Had she done something wrong for him to be so indifferent towards her? She was worried she had made a bad decision going to take care of their daughter miles away and leaving him alone in the big city. How she wished he could come over for the weekend and see the adorable grandkids. How much she was missing him and how she hoped things would go back to normal once she came back home. The last line "After all these years, I still love you".

It was sad.

She's hurt. She must know what he's been up to, probably this is not the first time. I wonder how many times she's gone through this. Obviously she is choosing not to confront him but still there was a desperate tone in her email. Is it because she feels it's different this time, or maybe it is because the older we get, the more we fear the possibility of our lifes to crumble.

I wanted to pick up the phone, call her and reassure her: Don't worry Mrs. MeanBoss, this shall pass too.

Now Hiring

2009-05-04T05:55:00.000-07:00

After my last disappointing meeting with the Twin, I’ve found myself doing a lot of thinking.

Besides being funny, good looking and a good kisser, The Twin is a specialist in finger fuckery, which is definitely appreciated yet not totally satisfactory.

Maybe that’s why people have more than one lover at the time, maybe it is necessary to have a handful of willing subjects that can fulfill different needs and take different roles depending on the mood; of course there are the lucky exceptions that come with a full set of skills, but apparently their natural habitat is far from my zipcode. So, considering my luck, I am positive I'll never find one of those, as far as I'm concerned, the fully equiped lover is just another myth, like big foot.

That's why, in a mental effor to use the laws of attraction, I’ve decided to write down the sex skills I’m looking for. Maybe I should add this to my AM profile and see what happens.

Good kisser is a must for all, that’s why I didn’t include that as a separate category. And to be quite honest, now that I’ve experienced it better, I’m about to downgrade FF from a category on it’s own to just consider it an added bonus.

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Job Title: Finger Fucking Technician
Status: Temporarily taken by the Twin
Specific requirement: Good hands, both in technique and appearance.
Comments: Currently considering more versatile candidates. This won't be a full time position, but an "on call" duty. A good finger fucker is like a bilingual employee, not specifically required, but could come in "handy'.

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Job Title: Cock Hammering Manager
Status: Open
Requirements: Experience, stamina and knowledge of diverse positions is a must. Candidate must be independent and self motivated.
Comments: Must be willing to take a stress test (I learn from my mistakes).

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Job Title: Director of Foreign Affairs (Pussy Licking)
Status: Open
Requirements: This is one of the hardest to fill. If you are passionate about it, that’s a plus. It also it requires combination of natural talent and practice. Please have at least 15 yrs of experience. A real expert needed. Compensation will be negotiated DOE.
Comments: The Viking seems adequate to work on a contract/temporary basis, but the ideal candidate should be local and committed to work full time.

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Job Title: Chief Dominance Officer
Status: Available
Requirements: This is a new position. Candidate should have previous experience and strong leadership skills.
Comments: Definitely not looking for a hard core Mr. Dungeon (copyrights to Riff), just a moderate inclination to take charge, give orders and call names. Currently conducting research to better define the job description.
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If I can fill two positions with one candidate, I’d be happy. I found the Viking to be excellent performing PE and CP, but unfortunately he is unavailable to respond to last minute requests due to his geographical location, and that could become an issue.

Feel free to send in your applications, a sex resume is required and you will have to fill out a detailed questionnaire of tastes and tactics, if you have a letter of recommendation from a previous lover; that will put you on top of the pile. But note that candidates should be local, willing to attend an interview and need to pass a skill test. No Training provided.

Those interested, please apply in person at the following address:
666 Temptation Way
Los AnHellish, Culifornia 90069

The Management

Strike two

2009-05-01T08:33:00.000-07:00

Short and less than fulfilling, that's how my last experience with The Twin was.

This time there was a bed and two valuable hours available. Pretty much the same routine as last time, we met, talked. Actually, that's what he does best, talking. I enjoy his conversation and sense of humor, he is a good kisser and his caresses are soft and tender, so far so good.

Once the passionate kissing started, it was almost like a rush to the finish line. We kept kissing, touched, undressed each other, I didn't go down on him so not to repeat the same mistake of last time, he gave me some oral attention, not complaining there, but still not O happening for me. He put on a condom, (aren't those supposed to help them last longer?) slowly went in, and immediately came.

Why, why? Last time I thought he came so fast because it was the first time, he was very excited and the feeling of my wonderful lips surrounding his cock was too much for him to take. I get that. I gave him a second go, so what’s the explanation this time? That he was very excited and the feeling of my wonderful lips (the other lips) surrounding his cock was too much for him to take?

I won’t tell you that some oral would have done the trick, because I still wanted the feeling of a cock pounding me, but at least it would have shown effort on his part. I wonder if because we had used a condom, he didn't feel interested in going down on because of the rubbery taste. I wonder if there is a rubbery taste. I guess there is, I definitely can taste it on a man and I admit I'm not fond of it, but it’s manageable.

After a few moments of recovery, he tried to compensate with finger fucking, which was okay, but c’mon!. The finger fucking by itself is like being on a diet, I really wanted the third pounder (pounder, get it?) but I had to settle for salad, which is not the same. Not nearly as filling. When I’m hungry I can take the third pounder, plus the salad and still have room for desert! If-you-know-what-I-mean.

I had been looking forward to the fucking so bad, there was no way just fingering would get me where I wanted to be taken; he went at it with all his strength, but it became painful after a bit so he had to stop. We talked some more. After about half an hour I started caressing him again and got to work on resuscitating his languid member but my efforts showed no result, it was frustrating and embarrassing. The whole scene was becoming very awkward. Eventually I gave up on my efforts and made up an excuse to get out of there as soon as possible.

Isn't it terrible that one comes to find out about this problems when it is too late?. He should've warned me. I feel angry and frustrated.

I’m still considering if I should give him one more chance to redeem himself. Third strike is out, right?