P. was over visiting, actually half-snoozing on the bed. I was on the phone with J. – the one I want but can’t have. He lives far away. J. and I were talking about sex – we’re always talking about sex. “I want to hear you,” he said. I just giggled. “Tell him to fuck you and let me listen,” he said; he was laughing but he wasn’t joking. I glanced over at P. “He wants to listen to us fuck,” I told him, taking a big swig of beer (P. always brings beer when he comes to visit – I think he knows what the amber liquid does to me).
P. just smiled and strolled on over to me, leaning over me where I sat in my desk chair. I moaned slightly as he brushed his lips over my neck – it’s so sensitive there. “What’s he doing?” J. asked.
“Kissing my neck,” I said, softly. I leaned my head forward to give him better access and pointed to the back of my neck. P. knew the drill and sunk his teeth into the nape of my neck. My back arched and I gave an excited and tortured little moan. “Harder,” I breathed. “He’s biting the back of my neck,” I said to J., who also knew what that particular act did to me. I downed the rest of my beer – it helped me get over my stage fright. I had to admit, I was a little nervous about someone listening to me during the act. I’m VERY vocal.
“Get on the bed,” P. said, pulling at my arm.
I crawled over onto the bed next to me, explaining to J. what I was doing. “Where’s P. at?” he asked me.
“Between my legs,” I giggled, and then moaned softly. “He’s flicking his tongue over my clit.” It felt so good and I was immediately wet. J. moaned a bit, too, then and told me he had his own cock out and was stroking it as he listened to me.
Soon P. was on top of me, running his dick along the length of my pussy – which I love. “He’s teasing me,” I told J., giving P. a wicked grin. In answer, he slid himself inside of me, slowly. I let out a loud cry and bucked my hips towards him. He started pumping into me pretty hard, but I grabbed his hips and pulled into me even deeper and made him slow his rhythm down to match my own. Soon I was at my regular ecstatic staccato moaning and crying out. J. was loving it, and kept whispering dirty things into the phone. I was making so much noise myself I couldn’t make out what he was saying, but it didn’t matter. He’s got such a sexy voice it was all I needed. Even with all of this extra help, I couldn’t cum. I have the same problem when someone is watching me masturbate. I love an audience – but it makes me try too hard (which is the surest way to stop-up an orgasm!).
Finally, P. was tiring out and I told him to go and get my vibrator out of the bathroom. He did so, and within seconds was sliding it into my steaming cunt while simultaneously flicking my swollen clit with his tongue. He turned the vibrator on high, and it felt soo good. I wanted to buck my hips against him and make the vibrator go even deeper, but I couldn’t even move. Moans turned into screams of “oh, god” and “fuck” while J. was telling me to cum for him in that seductive voice. “I’m gonna cum with you,” he told me, and I could tell he was just as close as I.
It only took a few more seconds of all of that for me to start to peak, “I’m gonna cum!” I screamed out and felt P. speed up just a little while J. cried out and moaned right along with me. It took me a few minutes to calm down after that – I just lay there panting and trying to calm my racing heart. Finally I got my voice back enough to get out, “Fuck, I need a cigarette.”
I went to the bathroom while J. raved over my performance.
“I told you I made porno noise,” I told him, giggling.
I want to be kissed. Badly. I miss being kissed – sometimes I miss a simple, sweet, soft-lipped, glancing tongues kiss. Or a deep, wet, rough, passionate, tongue-twisting kiss. Can one be horny for a kiss? What would that be called? Korny? That works. Since it is kind of “corny”, in a way, to being lusting after a romantic or passionate kiss. All right, then – I’m korny as hell!
The other night B. was spending the night. He’s my used-to-be-boyfriend who is now my present-platonic-friend. Though I still lust after him. And with him it’s more than sex, because there are real feelings there. With him I could really kind of join with someone. As much as he and I could ever “join” – we have lots in common and a lot of love, but no passion, no real, soul-deep connection. One of the lessons I’ve learned in life is that just because you love someone deeply, doesn’t mean you should be with them. But B. comes over just about every weekend and spends the night – some weeknights, too. On rare, and splendid, occasions we have sex – around every 2-4 months. The ones I want, I always have the least. Anyway, getting back to the point, he was over this past Sunday, and before dropping off to sleep, he leaned over and gave me the sweetest, softest kiss on the lips. It lasted a trifle longer than these normally do and I immediately felt a burning tingle in between my legs. Then he lay down, turned over and went to sleep. This was our entire relationship – being unsatisfied – so I’m used to it. But, DAMN!
I was so horny that a kiss got me wet – not only wet, but TINGLING! You know that feeling? When you want to be touched so bad you literally tingle with the want – kind of like an itch that must be scratched? That’s what this was like. So I ended up having the sex with P. the next night (that was the last post). But P. doesn’t kiss well – at least, not by my standards. I’m sure to some he may be a great kisser. But I just feel like he’s prying me open and drilling for oil.
B. is sweet and soft. He really is a sweet guy – all sensitive and adorable. I really love him – not in love with him, but he means the world to me. And I love having sex with him – he’s good in bed and he makes lots of noise. I love a man that makes lots of noise in bed! Though B. was never into oral. He didn’t even like getting it that much – and I think, in our year and a half together, he maybe went down on me twice. And though I missed it, I let it slide because the sex was good and plentiful. Then it just stopped. He says he doesn’t know when it stopped, or why – but our relationship became asexual. And I just couldn’t abide by that. There were other things, too, of course – I’m not so shallow that I’d dump a guy for not fucking me. But it was a major problem. But I like the way he kisses – and I miss it. I’m korny and I want to be kissed – all soft and sweet and sensual. It’s very lonely to want a kiss. Being horny is frustrating. Wanting a kiss is just lonely.
I needed sex. It’d been about two weeks – too long. There’s always my trusty buddy, P., when I’m in dire need and there’s no other way to be satisfied. We have greatest friends-with-benefits deal around. We’re good friends, and can have straight up sex and even hard-core fucking with no strings attached whatsoever. Afterwards, we’re both back to just relaxing and talking like nothing ever happened. It’s the perfect set up – no extraneous feelings, no awkwardness before, during or after. So when P. called yesterday while I was at work and expressed he was in the same dilemma (i.e. horny), I told him to come over after I got off work – and bring some beer. It helps me loosen up, and I love a cold beer after work.
He came, lay on my bed with his shoes off while I played on the computer at my desk – we chatted. Very casual. The subject turned to sex – always does. I can’t help myself – even if I’m around someone I don’t want to have sex with. We started looking up dirty pictures on the Internet. I lit a cigarette and he started massaging my back – standing behind my desk chair. I took a big swig of beer as he made my way to my neck – my most sensitive part. I sat up straighter, arching my back – decided to put on some mood music. Which playlist? “The Fuck List”? No – not into that that soft porn music today – I wanted hardcore. The “Hard” playlist. Godsmack blared from the speakers, he’s biting my neck, licking my chin all the way up to my mouth. He slipped his tongue in my mouth, grabbing my face and chin in both hands and angling it towards him. It was wet, urgent, rough. P. isn’t the best kisser. He doesn’t move his lips, rather holds your mouth open against his own and duels tongues. It’s not bad – not at all – just not my style. But it seemed to fit the mood. I didn’t want to kiss him, and turned away to take a drag of my cigarette and a swig of beer. He was licking my chin, my neck, and found my mouth again. He pulled my shirt off and freed a breast from my bra – stroking it, bending over and sucking the hard nipple. The same treatment was given to the other. After a few moments, my hand found his hard cock and I began massaging it through his shorts. Those came off and I continued to stroke him through the soft fabric of his cotton boxers. I pulled away from him and pulled his cock out. I took a swig of beer, to make my mouth cool and I licked at the head. He shuddered. I took him into my mouth. He was quickly moaning and stroking my hair, moving his hips with my rhythm. He wanted to get on the bed – tease my pussy with his dick. I told him ok, but I didn’t feel like actually having sex – some of that and we both get off on oral. He said that was fine with him (that’s how we usually do it). I climbed on the bed, pulling off my bra and shorts. He climbed on top of me, slapping his cock against my pussy lips lightly. Seeing I needed some work, he scooted down on the bed and lightly flicked my clit with his tongue. I love to be teased – and the light, feathery caresses of tongue got me immediately wet. I moaned, pushing my hips towards him, and he began to lick a little harder, going deep in and dragging his tongue the length of my pussy. Then he would go back to teasing my burning clit. I was whimpering, and getting more turned on that I’d thought at first possible in this casual tryst.
“Put your dick in me,” I said in a pleading voice. He grinned at me – excited that I’d changed my mind from just oral gratification. He got up on his knees and rubbed his cock on me. I moaned, loving the anticipation. He slid just the head in – sliding in and out slowly – then pulling out and rubbing my clit again with it. This went on for awhile, with his going a little deeper every time, and I was being worked into a frenzy. Suddenly, as he was sliding in a little more, I grabbed his hips and pulled him into me. He grunted and I let out a long moan. He started to fuck me just like I liked – slow, long and hard. I grabbed onto him, so turned on I only wanted to get off – and started grinding into him at my own pace. He matched it and I felt myself coming to a loud orgasm. I screamed, my pussy contracting around his dick, and I clawed at his back. After my orgasm, he held my legs up and began fucking me hard. I put my hands above my head to steady myself against the wall, and he pounded into me. I felt my breasts swinging heavily with the force – I turned my head towards my arm and screamed and yelped. It didn’t take much of this before I heard him groan that he was going to cum. He pulled out and I sat up, trying to catch his throbbing cock in my mouth. He just missed – shooting a warm glop of cum on my cheek before I sucked him into my mouth and finished him off. He ran to get me a towel and I lit another cigarette.
Afterwards, I was back at the computer and he was back lying on the bed – this time clad only in his boxers. “My legs are still shaking,” he said, and I laughed. I told him he wasn’t so bad himself. “You’re just so intense,” he said. “And I love how much noise you make – porno noise.” I smiled at that. I’d always been loud – hell, I want the neighbors to know I’m getting fucked. Porno noise. Had to keep that one in my catalog of self-descriptions and positive points.