What's Your Fantasy?

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Lets Go Straight To Number One

Ten, kiss me on the lips

Nine, run your fingers through my hair

Eight, touch me, slowly (slowly)

Seven, hold it

Let's go straight to number one

(number one, to number one)

Six, lips

Five, fingers

Four, play

Three, to number one

(to number one, number one, to number one)

Kiss me on the lips

Run your fingers through my hair

Touch me

Lets go straight to number one

(to number one, number one)

Slowly (to number one)

Touch And Go

To number one...

Get To Know Brie

My anonymity excites me to the hilt. At this point however, I want you to know some tiny bits and pieces about the person behind Brie.

Been arrested? No
Kissed someone you didn’t like? Yes
Slept in until 5 PM? Yes
Ran a red light? No
Been suspended from school? Yes, about a week in paper but never for real.
Experienced love at first sight? Yes
Totaled your car in an accident? No
Been fired from a job? No
Fired somebody? Yes
Sang karaoke? Yes
Pointed a gun at someone? No
Done something you told yourself you wouldn’t? Yes
Caught a snowflake on your tongue? No
Kissed in the rain? No, but I am dying.
Had a close brush with death (your own)? Yes, car accident.
Seen someone die? Yes, road accident.
Played spin-the-bottle? Yes
Smoked a cigar? No
Sat on a rooftop? Yes
Smuggled something into another country? No
Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on? Yes
Broken a bone? Yes
Skipped school? Oh yes!
Eaten a bug? Yes
Sleepwalked? Yes
Walked a moonlit beach? Yes
Rode a motorcycle? Yes
Dumped someone? Yes
Lied to avoid a ticket? Yes
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? Yes
Seriously & intentionally boycotted something? Yes
Been in a band? No
Been on TV? Yes
Shot a gun? No, I'm dead scared of guns
Skinny-dipped? Yes
Gave someone stitches? No
Ridden a surfboard? No
Drank straight from a liquor bottle? Yes
Had surgery? Yes
Streaked? Yes
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? Yes, damn them roaches!
Peed your pants in public? No
Snuck into a movie without paying? No
Written graffiti? No
Still love someone you shouldn’t? Yes
Been in handcuffs? Yes
Believe in love? Yes
Sleep on a certain side of the bed? Yes

Happy Friday everyone! :-)

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Friends With Benefits?

Do you have one? Do you plan to have one? Have you ever had one? How did you get out of it? Do you want to keep it? Here's a tongue-in-cheek video of what to do when you want to take it up a notch higher...

After all, it's not that easy...

One Lazy Afternoon Part 2

And here's the much awaited Part 2:

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I felt a bit shy because of how wet I was that time. I then unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants and his boxers exposed. Our clothes were scattered all over the living room. I asked him to carry me to my room. He opposed and said he wants to take me right there and then. I smiled at how horny he has become. He removed my thong and he took his boxers off. And I gasped at his erectness. It looked so hard and so angry. We then kissed a little for some time and he went down south. He flicked his tongue from side to side. He sucked my clit and I can feel his breath, my pulse was so fast I could only moan and caress his head. It felt so good. He then inserted a finger and he slowly fucked me with his middle finger while still licking and sucking my clit. I had my little piece of heaven. My boy knows exactly how to make me cum. His seemingly expert tongue went into my hole just as I was about to cum. I let out a long moan before I started to shiver. I then asked him to lean on the couch and enjoy the show as I blew him. I trailed my tongue through his length and played with the head and the underside. He closed his eyes with every pleasure he felt. My hands busy with his dick and balls. I knew he was about to cum any minute. I rubbed his dick up and down with my left hand and my right hand rubbed it from side to side and my tongue licking every inch. He was so into it and when I sucked his balls he said he loved it and told me to keep going and not to stop in between his moans. He then whispered that he wants to get inside me. 

With that rock hard dick who could ever say no? I straddled him and slowly lowered down as he entered me ever so slowly. I gasped as I began grinding him. It felt super good. My muscles were pulling him in further. My boy’s a well-oiled sex machine! I bet any girl would want to have a taste of him. I moved up and down while he played with my clit and breasts. He surely knows how to please. He has never disappointed me yet either. My vibe was and could never compare to his tool. So hard and it felt so good inside me. I was grinding him for what seemed like hours when I felt him squeeze my hand a bit harder. I know he was about to cum. He whispered how he loved making love to me and he said he was about to cum. His breathing went faster as he exploded inside me. I hugged him tight as I felt the hot liquid squirt inside me. He kissed me and hugged me as well. I felt his body shiver and rock involuntarily. We stayed in that moment before he finally pulled out. Bliss.

A deeply satisfied smile was plastered across Adam’s face. We then snuggled up in a warm, loving embrace. Still slightly out of breath, Adam managed to whisper to me how much I amaze him. I leaned up and softly kissed his lips and replied. "You amaze me too Adam”. I lay back down with my head on his chest and closed my eyes. A deep sleep soon swept over both of us as we laid there peacefully in each other’s arms.

Oh! How I love lazy afternoons!

One Lazy Afternoon Part 1

Here's the first part of yet another story geared to make you hot and bothered...

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It was one of those lazy afternoons. I was home alone, nobody to talk to, got nothing else to do but read a book. I stayed in the couch and almost halfway through reading "The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo" when my phone beeped prompting me that I have a message…from Adam. Yeah of course I know, I set up a different alert tone just for him. Guess he is having one lazy afternoon too. He said he wants to come over and asked if there was anything I wanted he can grab from the convenience store. I responded and told him he can grab some chips and dips or some mint chocolate chip ice cream. His picture saved in my mobile never fails to kind of tease me indirectly. His stare makes me melt instantaneously. I told myself “bring it on and yeah I need some company because I’m home alone again”. Of course, I’d wait for him to do the move or he might think of me otherwise. But yeah, I’m dying to be with him. While I was flipping pages, I heard him knock on my door and I immediately rushed to open it for him. I never bothered to change my clothes. I know he’ll love to see me in one of his shirts he gave. Sweet! He then gave me a long passionate kiss and a big tight hug and handed me the stuff he bought. I asked about his day and the works and he was so happy to tell me that he has been thinking about me all day. Well, that’s one amazing news. I have been thinking about him too.

He found the TV remote, flipped through some channels while lying on my lap but never did like any channel currently on air. And then he caught me looking at him and we locked our gaze. I was thinking about how amazingly expressive his eyes were. We stayed in that scene for God knows how long and the next thing I knew he was already kissing me and I am happily obliging. Did I say he kisses really good? I can hear him breath with our closeness. I loved the way he pushes his lips on mine and how he playfully wrestles my tongue with his. While we were kissing, his hands wandered all over my body. He was caressing my back while he licked my neck and nibbled my earlobe. I couldn’t help but let out a moan and a gasp. He took it as a go signal for him to cup my breasts. He then discovered that I wasn’t wearing any bra underneath his shirt. He must have liked it a lot. I felt his dick grow bigger inside his pants. Whatever he is planning to do, I guess I’m in. I couldn’t resist his advances which I so like. He slowly kissed my shoulders while still caressing my twins. He then decided to remove my shirt and he let out a “wow” remark when he saw my upper region. For him, it was a sight for sore eyes. He cupped one and started to lick and kiss the other. I can feel how excited I was for what’s in store. He alternately licked, sucked and kissed my oh-so-perky and firm breasts. I’m sure he loved it. I then whispered if I can take his shirt off. He willingly took it off for me. My jaw fell at the sight of his well-toned body. I loved how my skin felt against his. It was electrifying. And then he played with my thighs and caressed my “sweet spot” as he fondly calls it through the sheer red thong I wore.

From "Goblin Market" by Christina Rossetti

Here's a little inspiration...

Moon and stars gazed in at them,

Wind sang to them lullaby,

Lumbering owls forbore to fly,

Not a bat flapped to and fro

Round their nest:

Cheek to cheek and breast to breast

Locked together in one nest.

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Tell It To The Marines

I think my backside is the sexiest part of my body and Mr. Semper Fi loves spanking that naughty ass...

I was just about to start my day when my text message alert went off. "Hey, what are you up to tonight? Wanna hang?" (Oh yes, I start my day at 1AM, I got pretty weird schedule at work). It was Mr. Semper Fi, a guy I have been talking to online for the past 3 months. He just finished his Afghanistan tour of duty and right after getting back to the US, he decided to fly here to the Philippines. I'd like to believe he wants to see me and I refuse to entertain any other reason. I guess our steamy talks and overflowing innuendos has burnt his pants and he wants it soaked. This all happened back in April and I thought his text was one of those April Fools Day jokes. He went to a bar to chill while waiting for me and he hurried back to his hotel when I called him to say that I was on my way. He gave me a hug and a kiss on the lips as soon as we saw each other for real for the first time. We then went up and started talking and then one thing led to another, next thing I knew he was on top of me looking straight to my eyes as if asking me in silence if he can make me his own for the rest of the night.

Mr. Semper Fi is a 25 year-old US Marine Corps Sergeant. He still had that boyish-charm and that naughty grin, my kind of American boy. I never thought tattoo could be hot until I saw his arms covered. Awwww, I could melt!

It was short but all worth it. I basked in the bliss of the moment after we made love. He was so gentle and every thrust speaks of love. At least that’s how I read his actions. He held me like he loved me, like he cared for me. He kissed me like he wanted me so bad. He satisfied my every longing, he quenched my lustful thoughts. The sexual energy was so strong between us. We were bursting with desire and every touch was a sure way to hit the spot. I thought of no one else but him and I bathe in the warmth of his hugs and passionate gentle touches. He tried to reach my deepest desires and I am left in awe at how amazing he was in bed. I have never made love to anyone as intense as we did. I never would want to end that magical moment every time we two become one. I’ll never trade it for anything else (minus the screeching headboard).

I will write more about this rendezvous in the next posts. He just buzzed me and we are gonna start to talk again. Who knows what we will be talking about today. Yes, we are talking again and he's planning to come visit again. I wonder what I've done to lure him in like that. But I am not complaining... All of these things combined never fail to send me into a frenzied desire to be conquered and tamed by him and him alone. No one else. For now.

I Am Woman, Hear Me Roar

"God gave women intuition and femininity. Used properly, the combination easily jumbles the brain of any man I've ever met." -FF

Thirty Sex Myths BUSTED!

Women can’t get pregnant the first time they have sex—myth or fact? Oral sex can get women pregnant—myth or fact? Men want more sex than women—myth or fact? In today’s information-overload age, there’s so much information available that even the most discerning of the human species has difficulty separating fact from friction. You think you know everything there is to know about sex? Don’t be too quick to believe everything you hear or read about it. Truth is, people lie, exaggerate, and talk good game when it comes to sex. And if you’re not careful, you might find yourself eating out of a plate full of the most ridiculous sex myths—and dearly paying for it. So read on and let’s put these sex whoppers to bed once and for all…

1. Bigger is NOT better. Are you kidding? Don’t believe anyone who says so. What else would explain the pervasion of miracle growth patches and pills and penile implants? Truth is, we do prefer a bigger penis—aesthetically or fit-wise. But what to do if you’re not supersized and opposed to scientific interventions? Don’t fret as there are many ways to compensate. Maximize the use of your penis by learning some penetration techniques which can involve alternating long/short, slow/fast strokes, sensual rolling of the pelvis, and well as, experimenting with various sexual positions that promote deep and maximum penetration despite lacking an inch or two.

2. The male appendage is the only way to please a woman. Though the importance of size cannot be emphasized more, you MUST know that penile penetration is not the only way to please us. Female orgasm can also be achieved through inspired oral techniques.

3. Clitoral orgasm is inferior compared to its vaginal counterpart. Forget what Mr. Freud said about the superiority of vaginal orgasm obtained only through penetrative sex. Clitoral or vaginal, all we care about is our orgasm and you’d better give it to us!

4. I couldn’t help getting too excited, you were simply scorching! Duuude, don’t put the blame on us. It’s NOT flattering when you ejaculate within seconds of vaginal penetration. That’s called premature ejaculation and you need to keep it in check. Doing your Kegels will help. This exercise tightens the pubococcygeal (PC) muscles of the pelvic floor. It’s the muscle group that cuts off the flow of urine, if you’re not familiar with it. Tighten your PC muscles for 10 seconds and do this 10 times.

5. Men want more action than women do. Because sex is fuelled by testosterone which men have a lot of, it’s a common belief that men hanker for sex more than women. But, uhrmmm, times have changed. Now that women already know much more about how their bodies work and how to enjoy themselves in bed, they have become as sexually motivated as men.

6. Women can’t get pregnant the first time they have sex. Women can get pregnant ANYTIME they have unprotected sex.

7. Or by doing it standing up. Having sex in any position—standing up, kneeling down, upside down, however which way you prefer it—carries with it the risk of pregnancy if protection is not used.

8. Or by using douche afterwards. Sperm are extremely fast swimmers and hundreds of thousands of them can reach the uterus even before the woman can douche. What’s more, the pressure of the solution squirted into the vagina can even push sperm into the uterus.

9. Or when stoned and high on something. Unless you are both SO stoned that you end up not having sex at all, getting high is not even considered a method of contraception.

10. Or by making her sneeze for fifteen minutes after sex. False. Definitely. For all the obvious reasons.

11. Or when women have their period. Sperm stays alive for several days once inside the vagina—simply put, even if the last time you two had sex was three days ago during her period, she could now be ovulating and facing the risk of pregnancy.

12. Or by doing it in a hot tub… Truth is, women can get pregnant under any of the circumstances mentioned—unless, of course, she’s already pregnant or sterile. Even condoms or other form of birth control DO NOT guarantee a 100 percent foolproof method of preventing pregnancy. So if you choose to have sex, regardless of when and how, know what you might be getting yourself into and see if you’re ready for it.

13. Having sexual intercourse before an important event— a sporting event or a critical business presentation - can cause a significant dip in your performance. Some Swiss researchers performed stress tests on people 2 and 10 hours after the subjects had had sex, and found that by 10 hours, the subjects were already fully-recovered. There was only a small dip in performance 2 hours after sex.

14. You can’t get STIs from oral sex. I’m sure you’ve heard of herpes, syphilis, chlamydia, gonorrhea and nonspecific urethritis (NSU), an inflammation of the urethra (the tube where urine comes out) that only affects men—these are STIs that you can get from oral sex.

15. Women go off sex during and after menopause. NOT TRUE. These days, women above 50 are said to be healthier than their predecessors. And with some help through hormone therapy, they’re no longer plagued with low sex drive and vaginal dryness. Cougar town is certainly open for business.

16. Oysters spur horniness. Giovanni Casanova, the Venetian adventurer and infamous seducer, believed in the power of oysters, which seems an authoritative, first-hand endorsement. However, there is no scientific evidence to prove oysters increase sex drive. But then again, any placebo can work if you believe in it.

17. Oral sex can get you pregnant. Only if your ovaries are somewhere in the same area. Oral sex cannot get a woman pregnant, not even if there’s swallowing involved.

18. Wetness does NOT equate to how turned on a woman is. Not getting lubricated enough does not necessarily mean we’re not aroused. Monthly cycle, pregnancy, illness, menopause, medications (such as antihistamines and decongestants) can affect our lubrication. So boys, no reason for you to get your boxer briefs all twisted in a bunch. Unless we’re really NOT turned on and in which case, we’ll make sure you’re well-informed.

19. Sex toys can ruin your ability to achieve orgasm with your partner. Granted that women, in some cases, climax faster with battery-operated gadget, there’s still nothing quite like the real thing.

20. The best sex is an all-nighter. Not true, says sex therapist Laura Berman, MD. In fact, recent studies say that 7-13 minutes is the ideal length of intercourse. But hey, if you can swing an all-nighter, we’re not complaining!

21. Pulling out before ejaculation means no babies. So NOT true. While sperm is concentrated in semen expelled during ejaculation, sperm can still be present in seminal fluid—the clear, sticky substance released continuously from first moments of arousal. Of the millions of sperm present during ejaculation, it only takes one to get her pregnant.

22. "Comparing notes" in a new relationship can lead to better sex. Sexual chemistry between couples is different and spending time thinking about old partners can definitely take away a substantial amount of focus on the pleasure derived from your current mate.

23. AIDS is a homosexual disease. Not only is this statement derogatory, it’s also very untrue. Studies show that the HIV virus is rapidly increasing among heterosexuals than homosexuals.

24. Intact hymen means she’s a virgin. Not quite, says gynecologist Ranjana Dhanu, MD. “An intact hymen is not a definition of virginity at all. This is because with women, doing so much of strenuous physical activity and exercise it is normal if your hymen stretches or even breaks during these activities.”

25. She can’t get pregnant from anal sex. Indeed, because the anus has no connection to the uterus or fallopian tubes. However, sperm can very easily dribble out and make their way to the vagina, so there is a very real risk of pregnancy.

26. Using someone else’s birth control pills before sex can’t get you pregnant. Birth control pills take a full MONTH to be at all effective, so one day and one pill won’t help her at all.

27. "Blue Balls" is just an expression. Blue balls, or painful vasocongestion, is actually a very real condition and it occurs during arousal and blood flow increases to the genitals, exerting pressure on the blood vessels and surrounding tissue. After orgasm or ejaculation, the blood flow decreases and the pressure is released. But if orgasm or ejaculation doesn’t occur, the pressure can cause pain or discomfort.

28. Two condoms are better than one. False. Wearing one on top of the other only increases friction that may cause breakage.

29. Men are into full-on Frenching at all times. – Not so, says William Cane, author of The Art of Kissing, who surveyed 50,000 men and found there are 30 different kinds of smooching moves guys love that don’t involve jamming their tongues into women’s mouths and vice-versa.

30. Everyone’s having multiples; it’s not an unusual feat. So NOT true. Sexologist Dr. Gabrielle Morrissey says, “While some women do experience multiple orgasms, it’s rarely all the time. It depends on the technique of both you and your partner. The worst thing you can do is get preoccupied with trying so hard – it’ll probably result in the opposite effect.” So stop stressing and have fun!

Inspired thoughts put into writing by Vicky Ras.

2 Things Women Always Say To Men, But Never Should

Oh, it's been long since I posted something in this blog. Yes, you guessed it right. I've been pretty busy again and work has robbed me of some me-time. I have discovered an awesome blogger trapped in a hunky body and I wanted to share one of the posts in his blog.

Read on...

I want a memo to go out to all women all over the world. A memo stating the 2 things they always say to men, but never should! Two very important things that they ALL seem to say to me.

1. "I'm not crazy, I swear."

Don't ever say "I'm not crazy, I swear." Just having to convince me that you're not crazy tells me you ARE in fact crazy! And obviously you even know I think you're crazy because you're already apologizing, or rather excusing, any future crazy behavior you're about to show me. Besides, crazy people never think they're crazy. That's what makes them so crazy! Believe me, I have the best "cradar" (crazy radar) in town! I had a real life crazy chick that stalked me for years, which is why I can spot crazy a mile away! So by reinforcing the "I'm not crazy, I swear" statements you're only further perpetuating your crazy status.

Solution: Instead of saying anything crazy like that, maybe you should just try smiling quietly in a non-crazy way?

2. "I never do this."

The infamous "I never do this." If I had a dollar for every time a girl told me she never does this (ex: one-night-stand, e-mailing a stranger, etc.) I would be a rich, RICH man! Do you really expect me to believe that when you make pornstar Jenna Jameson look like a prude in comparison? And wanting it in your butt or asking if your hot girlfriend can join us doesn't help your innocent girl case either. Amature or first-timer you are not! You are just telling me you never do this so I don't think you're crazy or a slut. Just embrace your bad girl self and stop lying to me. You do this. You've done it before. And you'll do it again.

See, now that all that honesty is out on the table we can have a beautiful exchange!

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Let's Call Him Mr. Flintstones, He Made My Bed Rock! Part 4

It's been 24 hours since I bathed in sexual bliss and I can still almost feel him inside me. I still get feverish just thinking about it. We kissed hard with our tongues twirling and pushing against each other in a savage duel. We made love like it could be the last chance that we have.

I have the following words to describe the kind of horizontal exercise I want: mind-blowing, headboard-crashing, multi-orgasmic, perception-altering, and if possible, one that can get me that much closer to an out-of-body experience. And he did give me all that.

Mr. Flintstones is a businessman who has been here in the country for almost a decade already. That explains why when he walked me to his front door, he playfully whispered "Masarap ka!"

Ahhhh, I can't get enough of you. Let me know when you want to ravage me again. I'd be your willing victim. Guess I am both starry-eyed and elated up to this point. I might as well play with myself...

Let's Call Him Mr. Flintstones, He Made My Bed Rock! Part 3

"Now I am officially an addict."

I long for the pain-and pleasure combo that some people reading this would most likely frown upon. I like it rough and hard with a good amount of biting, ass-slapping, sucking, hair-grabbing, and a stream of dirty talk thrown into the package. And we did just that. He was bound to really give me the pleasure I have been craving for. It's amazing that he knew what I wanted without us even talking about it. It was scorching in his room although the A/C was on and the fan was on the highest level too. Little sweat trickled down my face and his bod as we fuck each other with utter abandon. The intensity is well enough to light a furnace. We practically burned the sheets. He was a machine! I was pleased and awed at the same time. And so after that intense will to gratify each other, we showered and slept naked next to each other. 

He slept so peacefully. I was stealing glances at his cute lips. It's probably my most favorite part of his face. It was enticing me to kiss it without even him trying to. I fell asleep soon after. I may even have dreamt while asleep but I totally forgot about it. I think I slept with a smile on my face despite the emotions that's been running inside my broken heart. 

I woke up with his gentle tugging of the covers as he was removing them away from my hands. He grabbed my right hand and let me feel his semi-erect cock. I licked the palm of my hand before I gave him some gentle stroking. That went on for a good couple of minutes and his hardness was so inviting I had to have him inside my mouth again. He made me too hungry for him. His cock is beautiful. Just about the size that would bring me glorious spasms. Oh did I tell you he didn't smell funky down there? He didn't have the bleach-odor that I certainly detest so I happily blew him and even attempted to defy my gag reflex and brought him deep down my throat. 

I then positioned my body on top of him. I loved giving him the "jiggling boobie show" as I see his face light up when I do. He entered my wet ever-ready pussy in a stroke that made me moan so hard. His meat is starting to become a favorite. And this is the reason why I love sleepy-sex all the more. You'll never know what to expect. My inner thighs clench and unclench as the overwhelming wave of orgasm threaten to drown out my other senses one minute, while making every pore in my body acutely aware of every known element in the atmosphere. He has clearly mastered pleasuring his playmate and I am the lucky one for the day. And I like it all the more when he asks me how his cock feels inside me. Of course, I said "It feels so good, I don't want you to stop what you're doing." And he would indulge me...

He didn't have that mammoth-sized cock but he was a sexual dynamo. He took me to levels of passion I didn't know existed. For the first time since I got devirginized and I mean this with full conviction,  it dawned on me that "orgasm" isn't a mirage - a fallacy perpetrated by advertising. It's real. And it's about to happen to me again for the nth time this sleepy Sunday morning. I like his cock, not monstrous, but just about enough to make me feel completely filled-out. He had the skill, enthusiasm, and willingness to try new things, I suppose. If I am thinking straight I think he tried to prep my other orifice as I felt him massaging it. It felt good but I don't think I am ready to be explored back there. 

We tried several other positions and he gave me multiple orgasms again. Oh it was glorious. I could sing praises for him. I tried to stifle my moans with the pillow by covering my face but he removed it and planted a kiss on my lips. I guess he wants to see me finally lose control. For the record, he's by far the best fuck I have ever had. 

He just put me on the brink of sexual insanity.

Let's Call Him Mr. Flintstones, He Made My Bed Rock! Part 2

"Tag, you're it!"

He then laid me on his bed and started to kiss me. There was an unbelievable wave of electricity that sent shivers down my spine as soon as he kissed me with his soft lips. He likes tongue on tongue action. He looked at me like he wanted me so bad and I could not say no. He got me with those eyes plus the fact that I have been thinking about doing it with him lately. He felt my ass as he made his way under my skirt. He let out a moan as soon as he felt that I was wearing some little thing down there. He skillfully removed my purple lacy g-string while he pulled me on top of him. My wetness grazed through his hard cock and it just made me all the more wet. He removed my tee and my bra quickly and began pleasing the twins, cupping them and licking my nipples. I can only moan as I whispered to him "Bite 'em!". He happily obliged as I guided his hands to squeeze the other one harder as he licked and sucked the other one. I knew at that point that any moment his rock hard cock will be entering me already. I was so full of lust, thoughts and all. And I wasn't wrong, he slid his cock inside and damn it felt soooo good. He held me close and whispered to my ear, "Is this what you want? How does my hard cock feel inside you?" to which I replied, "Yes, I have been wanting this and your cock feels so good inside me."

I leaned forward so he can comfortably fuck my pussy while sucking my breasts at the same time. We both were breathing heavier, occasionally stealing kisses. I got pretty loud I should say, I could not stifle my moans. I was feeling intense pleasure, he was so good at what he does. I leaned back and rode his cock as I watch him enjoy the moment. He looks so sexy with those piercing eyes and knowing looks. I played with my clit as I watch him admire the view, tits jiggling and his hard cock going in and out my pussy lips.

He then flipped me over and fucked me on all fours. He was so deep inside me and I can feel him hitting the spot. I felt him stretch my pussy lips with his cock. He really knows how to use it to satisfy his partner. Not long after that, I experienced my first orgasm courtesy of Mr. Flintstones. I let out a moan as I squeezed him in deeper and as I beg him to not stop fucking me. It felt so good, I want to do it again and again. Unbeknownst to me, he had that in mind too. While recovering from that mindblowing orgasm, he turned me on my back, lift my legs up, pulled me to his thighs, gathered and pulled my hair and entered me with long slow strokes as if teasing my pussy to want him more and more. I came again as I bit my lips in pleasure. He whispered to my ears as he continued to go in and out, "So are you going to come over here every week?" I let out a "Yes!" as another wave of pleasure is developing. Damn! He just knows how to fuck me good just the way I like it.

He then asked if we could do the 69. I answered by positioning my pussy on his mouth and took his hard cock inside my mouth. I tasted my pussy juice that coated his dick. I can't believe I am in bed with him and I can't believe he was licking my asshole too. I called out his name in utter pleasure. Boy oh boy, he got some skills! Impressive I should say.

As soon as I came for the fourth time, he pulled out and sprayed cum all over my chest and my belly. He wanted to cum inside my mouth but I told him to cum all over me. I could not forget the look on his face as he came. I felt too sexy being all flushed and as endorphin rushed through my every vein. Clearly, he was experiencing pleasure that's difficult to describe too. We then showered together before we fell asleep next to each other. 

"I totally enjoyed myself. Loved every stroke. Indulged myself in my healing. I knew next time he calls that I am going to meet him again in a heartbeat."

Now I am officially an addict. :-)

To be continued...

Let's Call Him Mr. Flintstones, He Made My Bed Rock! Part 1

Girls, be jealous, be very very jealous...

Yesterday, while I was crying my eyes out over an unrequited love, I got a call from a fantasy-worthy guy who has been asking me to meet him for the longest time. It was a booty call I know but what the heck misery loves company but orgasm is bliss. Besides he was too hot to resist. After almost two years of talking to him, failed plans and all, I had the urge to meet him right there and then. Who cares if I am all cried out?

We briefly talked on the phone and he told me that he left his door open and he told the lobby guard to let me in if I arrive. No more ID's, no more bag inspection, I just have to go up to his condo unit. I wasn't too far from where he stays so after quickly jumping in the shower and soaping my anticipating kitty, I was well on my way already. I didn't dress to impress,just a skirt and a tee, but made sure to wear a lacy g-string and that brassiere that flaunts the twins. I just pulled my hair back, put on my shades to answer that 6AM booty call. I brought a book along to thwart any perception about why I was there in his condo. I can be shy sometimes you know.

I rang the doorbell although I know he opened it already. Who knows? I guess I am just not the kind who enters doors, some strange doors. When no one was answering, I opened the door and got in a dimly lit hallway leading to his room to the left of the door. He was sitting on his bed covered in white linens with big white fluffy pillows. He looked wasted, sloshed but he looked sexy as hell. He gave me a kiss on the lips as he had me settle down and put down my purse and book while he went to the restroom to do his thing. I sat in one corner of his bed eagerly anticipating and equally nervous for what is in store. He came out of the restroom wearing only his green or blue boxers (I don't know exactly because he had the window shades down, I didn't recognize the color) with a rock hard dick that seemed to point to me "Tag, you're it!".

To be continued...

For sure, this experience will be one for the books and that gave me some much needed sexual healing. I can go for more...

These Are My Confessions

I confess: I love sex, the rough and intense ones, hair pulling and all.

I am just a normal girl in this big world I am in. I am no party girl. Heck, you won't even think I love sex when you just look at me. I love sex and only the men I have been with Behind Closed Doors can attest to that. And the sexiest part of my body is well my brain and my boobies.

I love the ripple of anticipation that travels throughout my body as I sense the eventuality of things to happen. I love feeling that burning feeling inside me that needs to be satiated. The thought of a skillful tongue pleasuring every inch of my body and every nerve-endings I have sends me to convulsion. I love looking at a man's face when he is about to cum. I love it even more when he thrusts in so deep that he hits the spot.

And you can never go wrong if you let me cum first then again and again. You'll get a second helping from me and that's a guarantee. And oh I like 'em big and hard. 

Welcome to my blog as I take you to my wild side...Cum with me!