Good Vibrations

October 4, 2010

"Your ass is not a cul-de-sac, things can get lost up there!" My girlfriend was laughing as she recounted her disaster of a morning. Still half asleep, my eyes flickered open as she continued; a horrifying story about a mini  pocket-rocket lodged (and then lost) you know where...

I absolutely adore that my friends call me with their madness, fully knowing I will never make them feel embarrassed or ashamed. People spend too much time worrying about how others will perceive them; they forget to focus on how something makes them feel.

Everyday, everything I do is for me. I do not worry about pleasing others, or meeting any expectations other than my own. Let go of what people told you to think and start thinking for yourself. Know that if you want to make something happen you can and don't let anything or anyone stand in your way. 

Painful Pleasure

September 13, 2010

“Fucking is for fucking’s sake.”

- Northrop Frye

His hands were holding me down, gripping my wrists so tightly that the tips of my fingers began to pulse. “Harder,” I begged for more.

He pushed deeper inside me and tightened his grip. I loved when it hurt a bit; the good hurt. We’ve been fucking for more than two years and The Photographer knew exactly what to do to make me scream with pleasure.

Pushing him off me, I straddled his hips and lowered my self halfway down his cock teasing him mercilessly. I love putting him through agony and ecstasy at the same time, making him ache to feel all of me wrapped tightly around him; feeling him pull at my hips and groan in anticipation. 

Placing his hand around my neck I demand that he hold tightly and he did. Squeezing each breath shorter and shorter until my head gets light, above all other things this turns me on most. There is something sexy about having the air squeezed from your body by someone who is deep inside you.

The Photographer spanked my ass hard and I tried to scream but with his hands gripping my neck so tightly it was nearly impossible. I was so close to letting go, but didn’t want to cum yet.

I glanced up and grinned, “You can take me any way you like.”

But first I wanted to taste him, every inch of him. Going down on him gets me turned on. Feeling him stiffen further with every lick, every touch. My warm breath makes against his flesh; wanting to suck harder and push him deeper into my throat until I can barely handle it.

We take each other until he pushes me off. He gets so turned on by our sex that he has to stop as not to cum; and when he eventually does cum he stays rock hard, physically ready to go again, mentally preparing to head home to the real world where he lays in bed dreaming of sex rather than having it.

I lay on my back and he takes the red toy in hand. Covering it in lube he slides it into my ass, then slides himself inside me again. The pressure of double penetration is intense but I love it. He slides the toy in and out of me and it sends waves of pleasure throughout my body.

The Photographer is obsessed with the idea of fucking my ass; we’d done it once before, but he is so hard that the past few times we tried it has been much too painful and NOT in the good kind of way.

He had warmed me up with the toy and now I was ready for him...

Hit The Showers

Patrick Demarchelier

August 2, 2010

There comes a time in every relationship, whether it’s emotional, physical or even (dare I say it) both, where you need to ask for more. After two years of glorious sex I was beginning to feel like we were hitting a wall. Every now and then a girl just wants to get fucked; after months of begging for more The Photographer was about to step up his game.

I lay in bed, eyes closed, my body still humming from my last orgasm. I could time it down to the second; I would feel The Photographer stirring next to me and then 4, 3, 2… the sound of the water running as he climbed into the shower.

The poor Photographer; so busy and beyond stressed, as soon as our shaggery is complete he's half way out the door, leaving me aching for more.

It’s never easy to tell a man that you are satisfied, but what you want in reality is to be worn out. Let’s just say he’s been making it up to me ever since.

He walked into my new apartment and slid his arm around my waist. Looking me up and down he grinned, “You look good all tan.” His voice made me melt and his lips met mine as we stumbled onto my bed. His hands pulled at the white cotton of my robe. I lay on top of the sheets letting him admire my naked body; I rubbed my breasts and leaned my head back stretching out my long neck, inviting him to take a bite.

His lips moved along my neck and down my shoulder. His hands grabbed me firmly and I could see him getting excited. He licked me everywhere and made me lose my mind instantly; the feeling of his tongue was like a drug, I could never get enough.

The Photographer reached into the yellow Babeland shopping bag; pulling out an array of new toys. He began to tease me with the tip of the silicone shaft. I loved that he watched me closely as he slid it all the way inside me, working the toy until I begged him to stop.

He climbed on top of me, holding me down by my wrists; I was already on orgasm No. 2 and the way things were feeling No. 3 & 4 were just around the corner…