stories you wouldn't write home about

The Velvet Rope

2008-06-22T04:28:00.001-04:00

Yes, yes yes... I know it's been a really long time.

Well, there's been some changes to the state of the Ella. A lot of fucking changes. This past year (almost) has been really eventful. And now, here we are, many moons later, without a naughty story for you ladies and gentlemen. I feel it's only fair to post an update before we begin the naughty stories again.

The end of last summer, the boyfriend and I moved. Closer to home- where we grew up and we first met. We moved because we could get an apartment twice the size for the same rent than we could back in the old place. It was one of those things we had talked about doing for years...and, we finally did it! Now, it's me, the boyfriend, and our newest addition, a little black cat. And even though I am happy here in the new place...god damn I miss the old place. The old place, as shitty as it was, felt like home. Here, I am home, and yet things aren't quite where they need to be. It's OK though- it'll take time... I haven't really had the time to explore my new city like I should. I still get lost if if I'm going anywhere besides work and home.

And, basically right around the corner, lives the Newbies. You remember them, right? How could you forget? Every day I am reminded how lucky I am to have such fantastic friends so close. This is definetly a new thing for me. I have historcally been the kind of person who keeps my distance. I don't have a lot of friends, and I now I have completely opened up my life to them. Things are good. Different, but good.

The Newbies themselves have had a new addition- a beautiful baby boy! He's awesome. I am so happy for them. It makes me happy because they are happy!

To be honest, there's a little part of me that panicks sometimes... many of my friendships along the way have been lost when they have kids. I have friends who either 1. completely never talk to me again or 2. pepper the conversation with " Ella, you don't have kids, so you don't understand." which makes me feel bad. Like suddenly they are in a VIP club which I couldn't possibly understand- (much less get past the velvet rope) and I'm crazy for even trying to. I'm pretty sure that this won't happen now. But it causes a bit of stress. It's one of those things that you can't really talk about, you know? Everyone swears they won't change, but they do. You can't help it- its a life changing experience. I feel guilty for even hoping something will remain the same. Kind of like the girl left behind spinning her wheels on a broken bike when you know everyone else is cruising down the path they always wanted.

Anywho, I'm going back to school to get my master's degree. Apparently, I didn't have enough paper writing as an undergrad, and I had to go back for more.I don't know why the fuck I did it. I had this rosy picture in my mind of going back to school and emerging, like a Phoenix, with a new job that would pay me a salary that isn't inches over minimum wage on that little chart they put in break rooms.

As for my sex life... well, it hasn't been active. I have been too stressed out with working on my slightly-better-than minimum wage job to feel hot. Instead I feel tired and annoyed and grumpy and frumpy and basically, the direct opposite of hot. No one hits on me anymore. Correction--- one guy hit on me on the bus last week. He said that I should put his name on my phone because my boyfriend would think he was a girl. He name was Sharon... pronounced Shar-ON... or something like that. He made me laugh- it was a creative pick up line. I have to give him that. Did I feel hot? Not exactly.

And, despite all my bitching, I'm generally happy. I just really, really need to feel hot again. And not gross and untouchable. I just want to be wanted. Not an afterthought. Or an aside. Or someone who can't get through on VIP.

Happy 100th post to me! I kind of stuck with something! :)

godamn this blog has been heavy recently

2007-09-12T01:46:00.001-04:00

But you know, I have emotions or whatever :)

You can stand under my umberella...ella ella...

2007-09-12T01:29:00.000-04:00

You'd think one of the hardest thing about being in an open relationship is seeing your lover with another person. For many it is. I never had so much of a problem with that. There may be little things here or there that twinge a bit when it happens, but not as much. I think it's because with the boyfriend, I know he is there. We may not be legally married or whatever, but I know that we've spent our time together, we are here together, and we aren't going anywhere. 10 years will do that.

But the things that have made me go bonkers (bonkers meaning completely out of my mind and going apeshit or whatever) has been with other couples. I may not be the norm in that, I understand that most people might probably be jealous because it stung when she calls him a pet name (read the drama couple for more info on that) or it just sucks to see your wife with another man, or vice versa. This lifestyle isn't for everyone. I understand that. But that isn't me. I went into this knowing (and being perfectly ok with more or less) that the boyfriend would be fucking another woman. It turned me on actually. A different view of the action I suppose.

And now that I'm here, have had my feet in the water, waded around, swan dived into the deep end, and have enough time to sip a drink and lounge on a float, there are some things that have made me nuts. And it's weird because I don't know why these things would make me crazy, but they do. And it makes me feel even worse than I feel it should, because what connection do these people have on you? They met you on a swinger site, stupid. Why wouldn't they be interested in other people? You can't possibly be that interesting! So not only do I have my hurt feelings, but then there's the voice in my head trying desperately to bring me back to reality but making me feel that much worse on top of it.

I remember two very specific days back in our "history" of swinging (I'm not sure you would even call what we do swinging now, though at that time it was) that the first couple we met stood us up on two nights in a row. Not two dates. Two freaking nights, a Tuesday and a Wednesday. Wouldn't have been so bad if the Wednesday wasn't a make up day because they sucked so hard on the day before. You know... the whole "Oh yeah we're so sorry. We will come by tomorrow and make it up."

And me, like an asshole, I got all ready for them to come over on the second day (not that there was that much to do because I was all prepared for them the day before) and they didn't. Didn't call. Didn't IM. Didn't do a goddamn thing but make me check the AIM every 5 seconds and then cry the whole night because I was so fucking hurt by the whole thing.

In their defense, they did apologize a week or so later. Their car broke down they said, but so did phones in the entire fucking boro apparently. (What, you can't call?) Although, with their luck, it may have just happened that way. I don't know. I said I see. Asked them to call the next time, not to stand us up like that and basically we haven't seen them since (we did go to Great Adventure a while ago)

(Yeah I'm a pansy. As much as hate to admit, I will cry at the drop of a hat. I try and do the stereotypical guy thing and shake it off and blame allergies or whatever lol )

I remember feeling awful that night. Like stupid on a whole other level. Like the worst, stinkiest, drippiest piece of garbage because I can't even manage to get someone enough to come over on a pure human interest level. Just to make sure that you didn't feel bad. I remember the boyfriend trying to make me feel better, holding me and telling me it would be ok. I knew he didn't understand why I was so upset and I couldn't really verbalize what I was feeling. I felt pissed because I wouldn't do that to them. I would never have dreamed of standing them up or making them feel bad in any sense of the word. I would have done anything, anything to make sure they didn't feel bad. At all. If it rained I'd try and make a phone call to make it go away. And I felt stupid because apparently my feelings were just my own. I should have known. I gave for no good reason. Nothing we did really mattered. Way to go, dumbass.

I've finally begun to understand (I don't know if that's the right word. Claim maybe is better.) that's why these things make me feel so bad. I feel like I'm going outside my comfort zone and opening not my relationship, but myself to other people. That's a big fucking open wound, if you think of it. Take your most vulnerable, precious place and give it to someone else who may or may not have that same interest in you, and see if it doesn't make you crazy. Take the thing that means the most to you, and put it in someone else's hands. And then hope they have the same consideration for you that you do for them.

It's disconcerting, to say the least.

I've questioned whether or not I want that level of vulnerability in my relationships. In my life! Do I want to try and possibly be hurt? Why? Why should I? Why should I when otherwise I'd be happy and safe and loved and wouldn't be up crying all night? I'm only playing with fire. When it goes wrong it makes me feel horrible.

And, yet I think I do. When it does right, it feels better than anything you can imagine. And I've been blessed that recently, it has gone right. It took a while. And I feel like, in way I'm ok with it, in baby steps.

Sometimes, I think that to an extent, I'm the girl with the umbrella. When I open it to you, it's always open. If you ignore, (disregard, forget, whatever) my offer, well you're ignoring everything I had tried to be. And that fucking sucks.

The tiny little blip

2007-08-15T14:00:00.000-04:00

I've been in an ultra sensitive mood recently. I can't put my finger on what exactly it's been that's bothering me. I woke up this morning at 4 am and couldn't fall back asleep. I laid there and stared at nothing really (since it was dark and I didn't have my contacts in everything was a blur) and just felt this strange mix of bored and alone and sad and nothing at all. The nothing at all part is what shocked me the most though. Usually if I wake up like that it's because I'm anxious about money or bills or work or something and I freak out until I can come up with a good enough plan to work out my worry and then I go back to sleep. I usually do my best thinking then. Then and when I'm driving.

But this morning I just sat there and stared and the fuzzy white ceiling. I felt small and insignificant, like if I disappeared it wouldn't matter. Not in the boo-hoo nobody loves me, self-pitying kind of way. But like the universe is so big and there's so much out there kind of way. Like me & my apartment would hardly cause the slightest blip in the radar.

And I don't really know what to do about that feeling. I can usually work something out in my head to make everything feel right again. But I haven't quite figured out how to shake that feeling.

A few nights ago I wanted to see the Perseid meteor shower. The boyfriend and I waited until the time it was supposed to be the brightest, went out to the darkest place we could find and waited. And waited. And waited. And saw nothing. I wasn't surprised, but I was disappointed. Somehow, an event that people could see all over the world just didn't exist for me.

I think that's kind of a good example of how I feel. I'm always waiting for something that may or may not happen. Recently I think I've come to the realization that things just aren't going to happen, and if I want something, I'm just going to have to think of a way to get it myself. At the end of the day, it's just not going to happen by itself. Which sounds obvious, but when you feel like the tiniest blip on the radar, it's easy to feel like things just happen to you. And to make things happen for you seems as hard as an ant moving a mountain.

This mood, like everything else, will pass I'm sure. I'm just writing to try and and hurry it out so something better can come along :)

here's a new quiz!

2007-08-14T19:14:00.000-04:00

I thought this was funny. Got it on my first try.

You're Lolita!

by Vladimir Nabokov

Considered by most to be depraved and immoral, you are obsessed with
sex. What really tantalizes you is that which deviates from societal standards in every
way, though you admit that this probably isn't the best and you're not sure what causes
this desire. Nonetheless, you've done some pretty nefarious things in your life, and
probably gotten caught for them. The names have been changed, but the problems are real.
Please stay away from children.

Take the Book Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.

Tag, I'm it!

2007-07-07T09:19:00.000-04:00

I've been tagged by the Fury

My task, that I've chosen to accept, is to reveal 7 random facts about myself. Here we go.

1. I like bright pretty colors like turquoise and purple and lime green. They make me happy.

2. I'm painfully shy and awkward around people I don't know. Which is the complete opposite of how I am once I know you. In fact, I will typically talk your ear off once I get past that intial barrier.

3. I've got strange issues with food. I don't like weird textures (for instance, I HATE when you have have a random piece of corn in mashed potatoes. Yuck yuck yuck.) When I'm nervous or upset I can't eat. I've been told when I go to restaurants I pick at my food. And when I'm really really upset, I get phsically ill.

4. Once when I was a kid I had a dream about a woman who was in a car accident in an ice storm and died. The next morning my family received a phone call that my cousin died in a car accident. Her car slipped on the ice. I couldn't sleep for months.

5. I have always secretly wished I could sing and be a rockstar.

6. I have read the Little House on the Prarie Books an embarassing amount of times.

7. I went through a whole fake hair stage so I have several wigs stashed in a drawer in my bedroom.

Clamps and toys oh my!

2007-06-24T02:30:00.000-04:00

So we bought new toys today.

Ever since he saw it, the boyfriend wanted to buy an under bed restraint system. Who am I to complain? I love being tied up. He wants to buy a restraint system? Fuck yeah, I'm all over it. Let's see how we use it :)

I had been insistent on us buying nipple clamps for a while. I didn't want the mean ones with the angry little metal teeth. I'm too much of a wimp for that. We opted for rubber coated adjustable clamps with pretty sparkly purple jewels. We tried them earlier tonight, and they are a big go.

So, we got nipple clamps, a restraint system and a horny Ella. Let's go!

Sug Sug Sugasm

2007-06-21T22:21:00.001-04:00

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Frustration

2007-06-14T01:38:00.000-04:00

I love to be teased as much as the next girl, but there's nothing quite as frustrating as being able to look and not touch. And when you're horny as fuck, it's just plain maddening. Enough to make you throw a hissy fit and jump out the nearest exit.

Last weekend I went to a queer and transgendered women play party. I was totally out of my element, completely thrown into a world where I wasn't quite so comfortable. I was open to what might happen, but still I was nervous. I didn't really expect that (considering how stupidly nervous I was) to play, but I like the option open to me. Alas, It wasn't going to happen. Out of nowhere (thank you mother nature) I got my period. So not only was I not going to play, but I was ridiculously horny on top f it.

Fine, I tell myself. I'll watch. Get myself off that way. I like to watch. It's fun watching someone else get railed.

Sure, it's fun. But I learned something about myself. It seems, I love to watch ONLY if I know I could get some too. If I'm just watching someone get their brains fucked in, there'd better be some relief for me too or else I'm going to be a surly bastard. If I'm going to watch/hear/think of you fucking, I would like to know that I'm not going to home with some tired fingers and a sad frustrated pussy. I'm just saying.

So, back to the party. Never mind the fact that I was completely socially inept and completely out of my element and unable to form a coherent sentence. There was some interesting things going on at that party. Like I said, I like to watch.

Only if I have an option open too, it seems.

There was this cute thick chick who was fucking this sexy light skinned guy ( she identified as male) and was screaming. Cumming like a madwoman. And it was happening right in front of me. I could feel every thrust of the strap on push in her pussy. I could feel my legs twitch with each push and my pussy throb every time he slid out of her.

I watched. Didn't move. Couldn't move. Wouldn't move (there was a chick in my lap who I really didn't want to play with and I was really afraid of giving the wrong impression. I could have talked to her all night but I didn't want to fuck. But she liked my tittes and wanted to suck them. Long story)

Bu the time the cute chick was done cumming I could feel my forehead drip. I wasn't breathing. She kissed him when they were done. I could have kissed the both of them out of sheer gratitude for letting me watch such a hot scene. I couldn't wait to get back and fuck.

Oh wait... I'm NOT fucking tonight, I reminded myself. Cursed several creative strings of words under my breath and tried to forget I wasn't out of my mind horny. Tried to forget all the fun sex I'd seen. Tried to forget all the fun I imagined before I even got there. Tried to erase all the fun sex I was thinking about the night before from my text message friend.

It seemed, at that point I would just be a bystander. And I HATE only being able to be a bystander. I want the option. I don't have to take it. But it I want to fuck, I want to be able to do so. Scream my way into contended purrs before I fall asleep.

Time passes. We leave the party. It's the wee hours of the morning. We met the boys, had breakfast, flirted and laughed our way through the meal. I was frustrated, horny, angry, surly, and happy. The mix of emotions was weird. Intense.

The sun came up. We went home. Slept an hour. Got back up. Took a trek to the airport to drop of a rental car. Came back. Got changed. Went to bed. It was 10 am.

I was sleepy, sensitive, and still felt wide awake . I still wanted to fuck. Bad. I couldn't erase the memory of what I'd seen or stop the thoughts of playing with the couple we were with in many many different ways. Who wants to get it on in the back of a bus? Me apparently.

We returned home. We laid down. The boyfriend fell promptly asleep. The couple decided they wanted to play with each other before bed. I heard a tiny moan escape her lips. I shook my head and told myself I was just sleepy and i didn't just hear that. Her moans quickened. Crap. I did hear that. No escaping it. I put the pillow over my head and hoped that sleep would find me quickly.

It didn't. The horniness found me quick as a motherfucker though. Goddamit if I wasn't a bystander again. An even more creative stream of curses ran through my head. I was conflicted. I didn't just want to pop up and be like "HEY! How's it going?" and ruin their personal moment. I figured if they wanted us involved, they would have asked. I poked the boyfriend. He snuggled against me and rolled over.

So I waited. I heard every thing. I felt the bed shake. I tried to stop the horniness because I was sure it just wasn't going to happen. I tried to stop the fucking fury that this weekend of all weekend I couldn't play like I wanted to. I tried to just go to sleep and wake up and go home and just forget that I was so horny and wasn't going to get any. I tried to pretend that it wasn't making me nuts to hear the two of them going at it, right about ve me, almost within reach but not really.

I waited.

The moans stopped.

Jesus christ I was out of my mind. That fucking sounded like fun.

Breathe. Breathe. "You need water Ella". I said to myself. A nice cold shower. A fuck and a nap.

Water and a shower seemed like the only option.

So I tried to pretend like I was sleeping and then "suddenly" woke up for water. Apparently I made more noise than I thought. The two of them were looking at me like 1. I made a big scene and 2. they had their hands caught in the cookie jar.

I drank my water slowly. It was cold. I sat on the the bar stool in their kitchen and imagined the water was some magic-non-horny serum. Seems the more you think about not being horny, the hornier you get. Instead of thinking of Innocent things like flowers and butterflies I started thinking about kitchen bjs and getting fucked from behind over the sink.

Goddamit.

I went back in the other room. Laid down for a few minutes, begging sleep to come. Didn't work. Got back up, went to the bathroom. Decided to tell them I was taking a shower.

Got in the shower. Wasn't cold enough.

Decided to go outside and smoke.

She asked me what was wrong. I said "I'm fucking horny and I'm going to have a heart attack. I'm going outside, walk around your block like 47 times and I'll see you soon."

Walked down the block. Called my friend. She wasn't home. Stared at my phone. Smoked a cigarette. Still fucking horny.

He came out. Asked me what was wrong. Told him I was horny. He said don't worry about it. I thought, Yeah whatever, it's like noon now, we fall asleep, wake up at 6 and then it's time to go home. I didn't get my hopes up.

We sat outside a bit longer. Smoked some, laughed. I tried to relax. Not think about jumping on his face.

We got back in, got on the bed. Played some games. Napped a bit. I woke up again. Thought I heard another moan.

No. I didn't really hear that, did I?

Yep.

I looked up. Yep. She and the boyfriend were playing on the floor. Goddamit.

(A disclaimer. Usually I LOVE hearing everyone have fun. Turns me on. Makes me feel good. But, as I said before- it seems I like to watch but only if I'm not going to be left alone, high and soaking wet)

I listened. Did the same pillow over head wishing for sleep to come and not wishing I was getting railed too. Tried to forget it. Pretended it wasn't happening. Realized that wasn't going to work and just waited for sleep.

This time sleep found me without a cold shower. More time passes. We wake up again, she is going out for coffee. The boyfriend is out cold on the floor.

Soon after she left, me and the guy start making out a bit on the bed. Finally, I thought. Some release. Just a little bit. We were kissing. His hands found my nipples and were sliding, dancing, pinching on them. I close my eyes. The door opens. He stops.

I want to laugh at this point. Instead, I drink my coffee.

The rest of the day passes. I grow from horny to surly. I start to feel as if the whole thing was just a cruel joke. More time passes. Lack of sleep makes me more negative and surly, and instead of cruel joke I started to think that the whole thing was simply because no one wanted me (funny how things can go from bad to worse)

The end of the day I was tired. Horny. Sad. Frustrated. Annoyed. I figured that I'd just better go home and stop it before I start to feel worse. I start to pack my bad.

"Wait!" She says. "Before you go, I want to cuddle with each of you. Better close the door and take your pants off"

I smile. I'm pretty sure this is an elaborate ploy but I was SO taking the bait. I scurry over to the door and take my pants off in one smooth movement.

Soon after six hands were over my body. After that, screams faded into contented purrs, and I felt better.

The Storm is over

2007-06-01T19:45:00.000-04:00

I came home Wednesday night, the boyfriend and I apologized to each other and life is well again. Back to the naughty stories.

Shiny new cars and big liars

2007-05-30T13:02:00.000-04:00

Whoever made you think an having an open relationship would be easy is a big fucking liar.

At first it is easy. It's like when you walk into a car dealership, and they hand you a big shiny brochure of the fanciest car there, with all the bells and whistles. Its everything you wanted in a car, and more than you ever dreamed you could have. Then, that bastard car salesman throws you the keys with a big oily smirk and tells you "here, it's yours baby. Take it for a ride."

And you do. You take the car. You ride it all around town. You test every button, every feature. You try the heated leather seats even though it's 95 degrees outside. And you love single detail of the car.

Then you take the car home. After a few days you begin to notice that yes, the car is fantastic, but it doesn't stay that way. The extra bells and whistles require a lot of maintenance. You realize that if you're going to keep this car, you have to put more work into it then you ever had to with your old car.

What you do with that knowledge, however, is what will make or break your relationship.

Last night I tried another tactic. The boyfriend was frustrated with me. One thing I've noticed is I instinctively get on the defensive when someone is upset with me. I felt myself starting to steel my emotions and readying my words for a verbal assault. I realized it. I tried to relax and listen to him.

He said "For 9 years I've never felt like I had to compete for your attention. Now I do, and I don't know how to deal with it."

Before, that would have started an argument. Big argument. I would have responded with a "What the hell are you talking about? How could you POSSIBLY feel that you don't have my attention?" and we'd fight, and go to sleep, and be pissed off at each other in the morning.

Instead, I didn't get upset. I said to him "I understand how you could feel that way. I don't know what to do to make you feel any differently."

We talked some more. We watched Mythbusters and went to bed. This morning I hear him cursing and thrashing about. He's pounding on everything possible on his way out the door. I woke up. "Good morning baby!" I said to him. "Are you leaving for work?"

"Yes" he snapped at me. His face crumbled and his green eyes shot venom darts at me.

"What's wrong?" I asked. I was still groggy and confused because he woke me up. I assumed he was going to complain about work.

Instead he said "You remember our conversation last night?" I paused. I couldn't remember anything except for the dream I was having. He continued. "Remember when I was talking about you not paying any attention to me?"

It started to come back to me. I nodded, slowly, as the pieces began to come together.

"Why did you agree with me?" he asked. He was angry and hurt and frustrated all at once.

But I didn't agree with him. I was trying to empathize with his feelings. I didn't want to start getting defensive and I wanted to finally work it out because I was sick and tired of having the same argument. And the argument was going nowhere. I thought a new tactic would work.

I wanted to explain myself. I wanted to tell him that I understood his feelings and I wanted to work through it. Instead, I got pissed off. Somewhere between the banging and the cursing that morning (he does that when he's angry and wants to talk to me before he leaves for work and I'm asleep) and everything I lost my temper. The resolve I had practiced a few hours earlier to try and dam my emotions faded, like it was never there.

Words were exchanged. He asked me what I wanted. I told him I wanted him to leave me alone. I was tired of arguing. He said fine, grabbed his cigarettes and his vitamin water, and left for work.

The truth is sometimes I do want him to leave me alone. I want everyone to leave me alone. I want to crawl up in my room and not talk to anyone. Sometimes I want to pack up my stuff, move across the country and call myself Stella and be a waitress in a hole in the wall truck stop somewhere. I won't do that. Sometimes I want to. But just because you want something doesn't mean it's right. Or that you will. Or should. And just because someone disagrees with what you want, doesn't make you want it or anything else less. It is what it is. A want. You don't always get what you want.

At the end of the day, you realize that the shiny car, with all it's bells and whistles, is really the same as your old car. All of the problems that your old car had are just magnified 10 fold under the sparkling new hood. All of the hurts are 10 times worse.

You have to be willing to work on it 10 times more.

What we're hoping for is that the payoff will be that much greater.

Happy Birthday!

2007-05-25T09:47:00.000-04:00

Crap! I just realized that my little blog is a year old today! Here's to another year!

Don't you want me baby?

2007-05-25T09:42:00.000-04:00

Sometimes a girl just wants to feel desired. Like she's so unbelievably sexy that her lust-object (for lack of a better word) can't keep his or her hands away from her.

I have a friend, D. who craves to know she is that desired by men. She always needs to know that she's hot, that she drives him nuts. That if she would just acquiesce, he would rip her panties off just for a single taste. It makes her feel wanted, powerful even. It's not because she doesn't know she's attractive. She's the sort of girl that always attracts attention- a tall, eastern European athletic blond with ridiculously long legs and ridiculously tiny shorts.

She's been known to create all kinds of drama in her life, simply because she wants that attention from many men. One of her recent scandals included her married algebra professor, a jealous guy she hooked up with once (because he had a lot of money and took her on lots of expensive dates so she thought she was obligated to) who turned out to be a steroid head with a temper problem, and her unknowing, clueless boyfriend.

She will spend the night with a guy, who she doesn't like and has no intention of fucking, just to sleep next to him. She wants to feel his hard cock against her ass during the night. Just to feel like she still has it, to know she's wanted.

I disagree with her methods, but I don't fault her for wanting to feel desired.

trying to be good

2007-05-24T00:47:00.000-04:00

Ladies and gentlemen, I tried to be good.

I really wanted to. I had put on my best sweet innocent angel face and tried to pretend like I wasn't out of my mind horny. I wanted to be pleasant and outgoing and generally charming vs. horny and grumpy and relatively demanding with my wants.

But then the bathroom happened. Twice really.

The first time I was more successful. I stepped into the stall. She called to me. "Is that you?"

I stepped out. She was smiling at me. "Hey you! I missed you!" I said to her.

She put her arms around me or I put my arms around her. It really didn't matter who did what first. We kissed hellos. Caught up with each other, discussing lost time. Kissed some more. Straightened up and went outside to talk to people.

The second time, however, wasn't quite so innocent.

We found ourselves alone and started kissing. Her kisses were soft and urgent at the same time. My hands had founf their way up to the nape of her neck and smy fingers had begun to tug at the back of her head. We lingered that way, moving ourselves up against the wall. She feels so small and petite next to me, her back against the wall, just above eye level with my cleavage. I feel both clumsy and powerful at the same time. I opted for powerful vs. the clumsy that day. She tried to walk away. Shake it off. I felt bold. She started washing her hands, tying to shake it off like we did the first time we ended up in the bathroom together. I started kissing her neck. She was so soft and maddeningly smooth. I couldn't resist her.

She turned to kiss my mouth, or I turned toward her to kiss her. It didn't really matter who did what. I don't know now how long we were kissing there. It felt like a second and forever at the same time.

Her tongue found its way between my breasts. My hands found its way up and down her back, grabbing her ass and then her boobs naturally, like an inhale and an exhale. She looked at me, dazed, horny, happy, loving, anxious all at once. "I'm on fire today" she finally said.

I smirked back at her. It was all I needed to hear. "Come here you dirty girl" I said and smiled. I leaned up against the bathroom door, figuring that if anyone else decided to come in we'd at least have warning. She stood above me, and I reached under her skirt. My fingers slide underneath her panties, found her clit. I looked up at her, licked my fingers, and then the door jostled.

Goddamit. Way to ruin it for everyone, huh?

more dirty little secrets

2007-04-03T23:29:00.000-04:00

One little thing you may or may not know about me is that I'm an American Idol addict (I did start my blog fantasizing about a Chris-Katherine sandwich) . I shouldn't be- but goddammit if that show doesn't suck me in every time. I didn't watch the first season on general principle. I went around harping to anyone that would listen about why the show sucked. Truth be told, I was scared. I was scared that I'd love the show too much and I'd be hooked. Second season, I let down my guard. Now I'm in and I can't stop. Yeah I vote. Yeah, I'm a grown ass woman. What? Don't judge me! :)

Another thing you may not know know- I'm convinced that if life had led me down a different path, I'd have been a groupie (band aid?) following some band around and fucking them. That, I'm OK with- I wasn't so okay with my dirty little American Idol habit- although now I embrace it.

That being said- I can't properly have my blog and NOT mention my thoughts on American Idol. I just can't. It's too big now. So, I thought' I'd mention-- the American Idols Who Could Get It. (The groupie side of me wins on this-what is there to debate on the music?)

The boys:
Blake (the boyfriend is angry at me on this one) But he's the front runner now. I'd fuck him in a second. I would try and resit, but I just have a feeling he's nasty in bed and yet sweet in the same time, and I like it.

Chris- He looks like a guy I went to high school with and I just want to go to a back seat of a car and make out with him for 47 hours.

The girls
Gina- she's hot. I've always had a thing for punk/rock chicks- (huge fan of the suicide girls).So she gets it #1.

Haley has fantastic, fantastic legs. And she's pretty. I might like to do her because it would be like screwing the prom queen. Which is always fun.

Lakisha- She's got the fuck me eyes down perfect I think.

Jordin is stunningly gorgeous, but cannot make the cut as she's a youngun.

That's it for now. I feel much better now that Ive got that off my chest.

April Fools!

2007-04-03T21:40:00.000-04:00

I'm more than aware that most people are baffled and confused when it comes to the relationship that the boyfriend and I have and the relationship we have with the Newbies. We don't choose to tell a lot of people because 1. it's not their business and 2. we don't feel like answering any questions or 3. people thinking that anytime we call we're trying to screw them because we clearly are sex addicts and immoral.

That irks me the most actually- we invited a nilla (nilla meaning vanilla, meaning normals, I suppose) friend & his wife up to visit us for the weekend. He asked the boyfriend "It's not going to turn into to one of those crazy wife swapping parties is it?"

I wanted to shake the shit out of him when he asked that. Why? Why, this weekend of all weekends? What makes you think we'd fuck you? What makes you think now is different? It reminds me of when sports players say they don't want a gay teammate because they don't want them trying to have sex with them in the shower or something. Knock it off- you're not that hot. If they wanted to fuck you they would have put the moves on you already.

But I digress. Sometimes, it's just fun to tell nilla folk just to see their reaction. This past Sunday the 4 of us were hanging out at this fantastic little dive bar in the city. Cheap beer, cheap food and a bunch of people just sitting around getting bombed. It's one of those places where you go, time disappears & it's always good for a story the next day. This time was no different. Mr. Newbie & I were outside smoking cigarettes and we ended up talking to a couple of girls who were outside the bar. We talked to them for a while and I went back inside. Apparently when I left, one of the girls asked Mr. Newbie who I was- if I was his girlfriend or whatever. He said "No, that's my girlfriend. My wife's inside at the table."

The girls jaws dropped in unison, and stared at him for a couple of seconds, then one of the girls said she was going to go inside and ask Mrs. Newbie. So, she did, and Mrs. Newbie says "Yeah!" then..."April Fools!" I came back to table and the three (the boyfriend and Mr. and Mrs. Newbie) were laughing at how stunned the girl looked. Some time passes (Who knows how long- You lose hours in that place. It could have been 5 minutes, it could have been 5 hours) and somehow Mr. Newbie and I end up talking to the girl again.

She said to me with her fantastic accent: "Did you know what Aprils Fools joke he played on me? He said that you were his girlfriend and that girl over there was his wife!" She looked at me like I was going to give her some appalled reaction, and instead I leaned over and gave Mr. Newbie a kiss. Her jaw dropped again, hard. It was remarkable actually. It was like she wanted to do a double take but her head couldn't move. Her mouth fell open and it took her a good 30 seconds (although, it could have been 30 minutes in that place) to speak again. "For real?" she asked when she could form words again.

Mr. Newbie proceeded to tell her the truth and explain the permutations of our little 4some. "So wait," she said when he was done. "You're married to her and she's your girlfriend. And that guy is your boyfriend and so is he? And she's your girlfriend too?" She's pointing at each of us and shaking her head.

I nod yes, grinning because her reaction was so much fun.

"So, wait I gotta ask," she says, and lowers her voice to Mr. Newbie. "Not that there's anything wrong with that but do you and him do it too?" (That's always the next logical question- anyone I've told asks that)

"No, " he replies.

A few more moments of stunned silence pass. Then she says "You know what, I gotta say. I respect you all for being so honest!"

Then, of course- the questions began...

I didn't mind her questions. They were honest questions, and she was very respectful about how she asked them. I appreciated them.

I'm curious, if any of you have told people about your non-nilla relationships how people reacted. Did people freak the hell out? Did they ask 4509238098590423454 questions and still shook their head at you because they thought you were a sinner? Do you laugh cause you know they are jealous? I'm curious.

...and here's a dirty pic

2007-03-24T00:34:00.000-04:00

back from my dirty picture days

2007-03-24T00:33:00.000-04:00

last post...all about trying to masturbate and post at the same time...

a fantasy

2007-03-23T23:19:00.000-04:00

The sun is warm on my shoulders and the sky is an intoxicating blue. I'm bubbly from the sun and the wine.. You tell a joke and a giggle and respond by licking on your neck. Your hand slides up my bacck and you kiss me just as your eye twinkles. It feels good.

We kiss. Time passes. We giggle. Your hands seem more intent on my back and your fingers quciken, more urgent . reaching for something. You kiss me harder... your lips tingle on mine. I fYour hands slide to me and my body tenses waiting you. Your fingers wait for me, for my breath to quicken just enough to make my nipples meet upir fingers. TYou greet me with a pinch, and it feels like i'm melting under your fingers. Your pinch quickly changes to a grab, My moans moroh into gasps, and i bury my head ub your neck and lose my self for a few moments

we're naked now as if we always were. your tongue is tasting my body. swirling and tickling me. i shudder into you your hands clutch me. you nibble my thigh and when I shudder you grab me and nigbble harder, i'm shurddering. m mi'm rubbing my clit between my legs, waiting for you. i wante your tongue, you knew that. I fe You spread my legs. I fell your tongue on my clit.

fuck that's good

faster now. you like doing that to me don't you

my hips shake into your face. goddamit i'm wet this blanet is useless

your tongue is all over my clit. you push your fingers in my pussy . my legs spread further i want them all in me

the sun is hot. you r fingers push in me faster. goddamit that feels good

you make me cum there, my legs open pussy dripping screaming and moaning f

fuck me now

Guess who's back

2007-03-16T15:03:00.000-04:00

Yeah, so for almost a month now I've been fighting Verizon to get my internet service back on.

I'm on, horny and ready to tell you guys some dirty stories!

Stay tuned :)

the state of the ella

2007-02-09T00:03:00.000-05:00

Hello Ladies and Gentlemen! I've been gone for a while, yes. I hope you realize that I would never abandon my blog. I've just been tied up and unfortunately not in that slightly kinky way.

I got email asking about where I was and what's been going on, so I figure I may as well answer some questions here, to any of you who may still be out there :) So, 'ere ya go chaps. The state of the Ella address.

1. Yes, I'm still around. I suck at blogging recently. It happens to everyone I suppose. I am however, kicking ass at work, which makes me feel good. I get that same "You get a gold star feeling!" when I do well at work like I did in school when I got an A on a test.

2. Yes, the Oh mi bod is fabulous. I love it.

3. Yes, We're still seeing the Newbies. Quite regularily actually. Really wouldn't have it any other way. Long ago we crossed the line of friends who you play with to something else entirely. Not quite sure what you call it, though I'm not really too concerned with the techincal terms for this sort of thing. It is what it is, and it's fantastic.

So, yes, I'm very well. I can't complain. Actually, I'm pretty fucking happy, which is awesome.

What's your sign, baby?

2007-01-21T02:14:00.001-05:00

Sunday I ordered a couple of books from Amazon, some for Mr. Newbie (I ordered him a book for Christmas only to find out that he read it already. He probably told me that he read it, but I got a bit confused when it came down to actually ordering them. So I promised that I'd get him some others) and one for me, Sextrology by Starsky and Cox.

They arrived at my work on Thursday. I promptly shoved aside all my work (which is going to be hectic for the next couple of months. It's busy this time of year. Real busy. Busy as in take two sips of coffee at 9:07 and drink the rest at 5pm. Hence my delay in posting hot stories for you guys. I'm useless for any real thought come about 4:47pm. By 7:30-8 when I get home, I'm basically just a kitten curled up on the couch. Slightly drooling, but cute and receptive to touch) and I turned it to my sign immediately. Astrology is one of the few places where you can get away being totally self centered. And goddammit if those bastards didn't basically write my life story.

One thing you may not know about me, ladies and gentlemen, is that I'm an astrology buff. I don't have the exact wording of everything right... I was so much better at it back in high school, when my friends and I wouldn't so much as pick an outfit without consulting at least three guidebooks. I'm not that serious about it now, but I love the personality sketches it gives to people. I was a psych major in college-- I love knowing the why about how people work.

I'm a Taurus, sort of. I'm a cusp baby on Aries and Taurus, which makes me well, stubborn and hard headed. My rising is Leo, which makes me charming but a smidge of an egomaniac, ( I try not to be) and I have a moon in Scorpio,which makes me sexual (apparently I have dark side, LOL... and I'm driven towards secrecy when it comes to private stuff. And intense. That whole thing)

Anywho... so I read the spot on me in the book aloud, got a little embarrassed, and promptly started reading my hot coworker's stuff. She's a Leo with a Scorpio rising, and she promptly denies that she is anything but a Virgo...but well, she is a Leo, like it or not.

"So, G. " I said, "Apparently you are into swarthy looks, Mediterraneans and Latins, penis girth, staying power, handcuffs and whips, ball play, and anal" I giggled. "Naughty girl" I said to her. She blushed, looked a little annoyed, and then asked me to keep reading what my sign said. So, I turned back to the first page..."The Taurus woman is the zodiac's barefoot contessa..."

A client came in, the book went under my desk, and I finished reading it when I got home. And I really loved the description-it was for the most part, dead on. Here's a quote "..of all the possible milieus in which to mingle, Taurus woman is most in her element in bed- unabashedly lusty and instinctual, her sexuality is unencumbered by psychological bells and whistles...she is decidedly a real bottom girl....Hungrily and most audibly, she invites a man into whichever nook and cranny achingly begs for penetration...she is a temple harlot come to life, programmed to receive a man as some sacred prince or sacrificial priest, her very being a glorious gateway to divine ecstasy where there is no division between the sublime and sinful aspect of getting it on"

Um, so yeah. Welcome to my bedroom.

**edited for typos**

Ohh...ohhh I'm gonna sugasm

2007-01-21T01:21:00.000-05:00

The best of this weeks blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #63? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the linklist within a week and you’re all set.

This Week’s Picks

Slut (http://lafillemariee.blogspot.com)

“I fucked one man at the request of another, in exactly the way asked for. Then I reported what happened to the one who requested it.”

When Clients Look Like Relatives (http://radicalvixen.com/blog)

“I walked out the door, saw a man standing there and almost puked.”

Low Class Stripper? Classism and society’s view of adult entertainment (http://fullfrontalpolitics.com)

“For a lot of women sex work is a last-ditch option, something we all consider in the back of our minds when we’re growing up; we ask ourselves once or twice, if we needed the money, would we strip?”

Mr. Sugasm Himself

Playboy Soldiers (http://sugarbank.com)

Editors’ Choice

Where the Wild Things Are (http://kinkyfarmwife.blogspot.com)

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Thoughts on Sex and Relationships

Call It Arm-Twisting (http://www.betweensheets.net)

Discovering Their Sexy Secrets (http://dirtydetails.blogspot.com)

Erotica in 2007 (http://sabrinainstockings.com)

I LIKE being a slut! (http://kyliecallme.com/diary)

Making Choices About Time & Energy….. (http://totalsensuality.blogspot.com)

Sex Work

One of the other things I do is teach (http://thismuse.blogspot.com)

BDSM and Fetish

A date with the (new) Dom (http://plum001.blogspot.com)

Homecoming (http://pandorablake.blogspot.com)

Kiss Goddess Soles and worship (http://www.princessfetishmoneyslave.com)

My first D/S experience with a couple (http://brooklynrake.blogspot.com)

An Orgasm Denial Essay by Ms Ava of www.cockcontrol.com (http://www.orgasmdenialblog.com)

T is for ternion (http://redvelvetropeburn.com)

Sex News, Reviews

iPlug Vibrating Anal Plug Review (http://stilettodiaries.blogspot.com)

My New Toy (http://ellabeecoquette.blogspot.com)

Not About Love - it’s about beauty (http://sexdriver.blogspot.com)

Up and coming babes for 2007 (http://pornhater.com)

You’re All Invited to My Most Erotic Birthday Yet! (http://www.taratainton.com)

Sex Advice

How To Shave My Pussy (http://www.model-chat.com)

Reader Q&A: The Man Who Couldn’t Blow His Load (http://smutandsteff.com)

Sex and Politics

Why are baby girls in India Dying (http://deliciously-naughty.typepad.com)

NSFW Pics (& videos)

Every good student should have a world map… (http://mapgirls.blogspot.com)

Happy HNT - Boxing bondage (http://darkside-journey.blogspot.com)

I Like My Cock (http://edinerotica.blogspot.com)

New Year (http://hothardcock.blogspot.com)

Erotic Writing and Experiences

Bisexual by Proxy 2 (http://perverselypoly.blogspot.com)

Confluence of Hedonists #4 (http://www.easilyaroused.co.uk)

Displayed (http://pick-up-pieces.blogspot.com)

I Want You Horny-The Conclusion (http://watchingmywife.blogspot.com)

Lead Me Not Into Temptation (http://sexandtheivy.com)

Love Thy Neighbor (http://eroticjournals.blogspot.com)

Me, Her, and Him 4 (http://erotischism.blogspot.com)

Melanie And I (http://mandyseroticlife.blogspot.com)

More Dirty Little Girl (http://cumslutandsupercock.blogspot.com)

New Year’s Eve (http://sugarbutch.blogspot.com)

No Sex in the Champagne Room? (http://sexdemon.blogspot.com)

Our First Foursome (http://hommeandfemme.blogspot.com)

Red (http://ellesnovellas.blogspot.com)

Sex Cam Adventures (http://dirtylittlecockslut.blogspot.com)

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A pet peeve of mine

2007-01-15T10:53:00.000-05:00

I find it horribly sexist when people think that a penis will ruin a vagina and she will be "no good" for the next man with a smaller dick?

Do people not realize that vaginas are made to carry babies? And no man's dick is that big? And not only that but to people realize the vagina is a muscle? Which means it stretches?

No penis is so spectacular that it will ruin a vagina. Sorry, it's just not going to happen.

I will have sex with whatever male's penis I decide I want. And if you don't like how my pussy feels you can get the fuck out of it and I will find another person who does.

Rant over. Carry on.

...regarding the heart

2007-01-13T00:30:00.000-05:00

Try as I might, I'm not nearly as open as I'd like to be (or rather, as I think I am.) The boyfriend always says that I'm hard to understand, which I think is completely ludicrous. I think that he gets to hear the full gamut of my emotions-- my rants, my raves, my retarded mumblings when I can't differentiate between the two. And yet, after nearly 10 years of being together, to him, I'm sometimes a mystery.

I kind of like it that way.

I think I wear my heart on a sleeve. He says that he never knows when I want him. To me, I think it's obvious. When my hearts open, it feels like I'm standing on a pier right before a hurricane. Each gust of the wind nearly tears it away.

I don't hide my heart as much as I hold it like an offering in between cupped fingers.My palms cover it in case it might be stomped.

I don't understand where one might become confused.

Sex scenes

2007-01-12T00:02:00.000-05:00

So, tonight, the boyfriend and I decided to watch Crank. I've been a Jason Statham fan since The Transporter . I think I was turned on by him tying that girl up in that movie. Anyhow, Crank was a ton of fun. Laughs, explosions, fight scenes. I was all over it.

It also had one of the best sex scenes I'd seen in a long time. It wasn't ridiculously hot, like (my favorite sexy movie ever) Unfaithful (Diane Lane is fabulous, fabulous in this movie. And the scene after the ridiculously hot sex scene, when she's on the train home, when she throws her panties out the window? Love it!) But it was sexy and really a lot of fun, if only in fantasy.

So, Ladies and Gentlemen, I want to ask you. What's your favorite sex scene in a movie?

Do tell, do tell.

...just an FYI for you TV fans

2007-01-08T22:07:00.000-05:00

Yeah, so I'm an admitted couch potato. And one of my favorite shows (as much as I hate to admit it) is Flavor of Love.

For those of you who remember, last season there was the adorable gal names Toastee who was always toasted. Cute as hell. She got kicked out for doing porn. Cause god knows Flav can't be with a girl who'd stoop to doing porn. That's just ludicrious.

Wanna see the porno? Head here to fleshbot

Not exactly what I expected! Although, if I were a superhero, I think my superpower would indeed be choking bad guys out with my thighs.

A question for the gentlemen

2007-01-06T02:08:00.000-05:00

The boyfriend has claimed that ever since he met me and realized I had a bit of a girl-crush on my best friend (I didn't even realize it, but he was right. Well, I did have a lot of sex fantasies about her, but still didn't think that meant I was into girls) he knew I was bisexual.

Days like today, goddamit, I think I'm basically a lesbian who is just sometimes into dudes. No offense to the gentlemen.

Today was the annual holiday party for my job. The industry that I work in is about 95% women, 4% gay men, and 1% straight men. So, anytime I meet a man on my job he's either gay or lusted after by so many women that it's not even interesting to talk about.

However, the ladies.... well they are something else entirely. Lucky me. One of the girls in my office got all dolled up for the party tonight. She put her hair down, and a nice wrap dress that curved against her breasts perfectly (she's a tiny little thing with great big D tits) and every time she bent over to help the new girl in my office you could see her boobs. And she had on these boots. Tight little thigh high boots with a bit of a fuck-me heel. Could she stop? All day I was looking for just a peek. And everytime I got one I felt my cheeks flush. I made a bunch of stupid jokes today, because I was sure she tell I was staring at her boobs.

Then, right about when I thought I was completely insanse with pure girl-lust, a customer walks in, with fishnet stockings and heels. She kept crossing and uncrossing her legs. I was transfixed. Staring. Must have seemed a little creepy-dude-staring-in-the-corner, but since I'm not a dude I probably came across as she-probably-likes-my-shoes-but-why-is-she-licking-her-lips?

OK Ella. Shake it off. I grabbed my bags and went into the back room to change for the party. Washed my face. Cold water. "Focus. Focus" was my mantra. I got dressed. Did my make up. Put on my own little fuck me heels.

"You look sexy!" My coworker said when I got out of the bathroom.

Great, come back here and let me eat you out for a bit. I thought, wanted to say, then thought better of it and laughed "Aw jeez thanks but I can't walk in my shoes" Could she just please put her boobs away? I pleaded that she would. If I were a religious girl, I would have prayed for it. She didn't. I stared.

Somehow, we made it to the party without me coming on innapropiately to any of my coworkers. But then, all of a sudden, at the party, the women started falling out of the woodwork. This one was cold and her nipples confirmed it. The one over there was tipsy and was just a song away from dancing on a table and taking off her dress that was holding on for dear life in the first place. And her, over there, was just damn sexy and her lips were begging for a kiss. Maybe a nibble too.

Gentlemen, tell me. How do you manage?

My New Toy

2007-01-03T21:17:00.000-05:00

So, the holiday season has come and gone. And this year, I got a really awesome gift from the Newbies.

The oh mi bod. Yes. It's true. And I'm thrilled.

Now, I love vibrators as much as your next girl. The rabbit and I go way back (actually, I have a cheap knock of the rabbit, I like to call it the Frabbit) I like to pride myself on the efficiency of my vibrating sessions. I grab my vibrator, push it up against my clit, and a few moments later I'm rolled over and smoking a cigarette. Granted, usually these sessions go on for a while, and I'll make myself cum over and over again. But it's pleasurable, efficient, and usually takes the edge off for a little bit.

I'm ashamed to admit that my vibrating sessions, for the most part, have been lacking a little variety. They were efficient, however lacking in the intensity that one might get from a partner.

So, my eyes were as big as saucers and twinkling with delight at this naughty little gift. And as soon as I got the chance, I opened that baby up.

The boyfriend, always happy to see his girlfriend with a new toy, was eager to plug the toy up to the computer (i don't have an ipod yet, it's on the way, plus, he wanted to hear the music as well) and he started the music.

The first song was slow. I sat there, vibrator on clit, slightly impatient. The first couple of notes didn't register. Then "Oooo!" I rolled my head back, and felt the slow tingle meander over my pussy. I may have been the first person in the world to masturbate to Elvis Costello's "Allison"

"You like that?" The boyfriend smirked.

"Mmm hmm" I responded. My eyes were already on the prize. The song was slow, but I thought "I can work with this!" and closed my eyes feeling for the orgasm. (Yes, I know. Already. I'm impatient)

"How about this?" The next song was faster. More bass. Some rap song he downloaded. I couldn't recognize it. I slid the toy over my clit and start grinding my hips against it. I felt my legs begin to shake.

He changed the song. "What the fuck?" I demanded, rather than asked. He just smiled back at me.

The next song was quicker, but the vibrations were spastic. Tribe Called Quest, I think. The music would crescendo, my hips would thrust even higher. Just as I soon as I thought the music (and I) would peak, suddenly the tune would flutter away, and the vibrations would lessen its intensity on my clit.

"Don't cum" the boyfriend said, and changed the song.

The next tune was slow and steady. Goodie Mob, Cell Therapy. It felt like a nice slow fuck. I squeezed the toy between my legs, and slid my hands up to my nipples, tugging them, squeezing them in time to the vibrator's staccato.

The boyfriend played each song for only 45 seconds, and each time I was left breathless, and begging for just a few moments longer with the song. My skin glistened. My hair was sticking to my face. "Please" I asked. "Can I cum now?"

"Soon," he replied. He reached down and squeezed my nipples. My entire body froze, trying my best to keep the dam from bursting. My body was shaking. The toy was teasing me, the boyfriend was teasing me. I hated and loved every second. "I like watching you squirm around like this" he said, then whispering in my ear "you can cum now."

I gave in. The flood washed over me. I lost myself in the music and the vibrations.

Sheryl Crowe and I sang a duet in my living room last night, and it was fantastic.

I laid still for a few moments, then smiled at the boyfriend. "That was fun!" I said, licked his cock he was stroking for me, and hopped on top of him.

Sugasm.

2007-01-03T16:15:00.000-05:00

p>The best of this weeks blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasmer participants. Want in Sugasm #61? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the linklist within a week and you’re all set.

This Week’s Picks

A night at the opera (http://junohenry.wordpress.com)

“There were limits to what could be done where there was any discernible level of visibility. But I was familiar with these limits and had enjoyed them before.”

In Praise of Older Men (http://perverselypoly.blogspot.com)

“I would expect her to have at least one lad on the side, and perhaps more.”

A Nawty Story: Cookies and Cream (http://anawtymouz.blogspot.com)

“I pull my hand away from her pussy and sniff her fragrances on my fingers.”

Mr. Sugasm Himself

Raunchy Wrapping Paper (http://sugarbank.com)

Editors’ Choice

Christmas for the lonely wanker (http://wanklog.blogspot.com)

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The Desk (http://nocloudnine.blogspot.com)

Girl talk, Part II (http://www.betweensheets.net)

Ho (http://ellesnovellas.blogspot.com)

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Just throw it in (http://erotischism.blogspot.com)

My First Gang Bang! (http://mandyseroticlife.blogspot.com)

The Secret Lover (http://ellabeecoquette.blogspot.com)

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First steps in sensory deprivation (http://www.bondage-guide.net)

Leaving your mark (http://dirtylittlecockslut.blogspot.com)

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S Is For Surrender (http://redvelvetropeburn.com)

Ten with the Cane (http://kinkyfarmwife.blogspot.com)

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Porn and Religion (http://www.teen-porn-site.com/blog)

Sex Work

So You Love Sex… (http://www.model-chat.com)

NSFW Pics (& videos)

Aria Giovanni is super hot! (http://eroticandy.blogspot.com)

A Gallery of Art-Tits (http://totalsensuality.blogspot.com)

Lara of “1000 Words” in the kitchen (http://kitchen-girls.blogspot.com)

Sex News, Reviews & Interviews

Apple gets the pip with iBuzz (http://sextoysinsider.com)

Christmas Comes Early: the Hottest Sex Toy of 2006 (http://www.taratainton.com)

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iBuzz Two Review (http://radicalvixen.com/blog)

Pillow Talk: Interview with Erica Scott (Shadow Lane and Spanking Epics) (http://adelehaze.com)

The Sybian is an Orgasm Factory! (http://sexdriver.blogspot.com)

Thoughts on Sex and Relationships

Christmas for the lonely wanker (http://wanklog.blogspot.com)

It’s All Hydraulics, Really (http://exploreros.blogspot.com)

Tag, Tag, Tag, and Tag…. (http://stealthbombshell.blogspot.com)

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What happened

2006-12-28T20:35:00.000-05:00

So...I went to post this weeks sugasm? And it's gone? Did I miss a memo?

Why I am going to hell (or red light special, part deux.. or, thank god for unlimited text messaging)

2006-12-22T00:35:00.000-05:00

The boyfriend and I had long been made ourselves comfortable, and were a good hour into the worst (and yet disgustingly good) movie ever made, Showgirls. It may have been both the longest and most laughter filled hour of my life.

About 43 minutes ago, I got a text message. When I heard it, I immediately thought it was my text message friend, and flipped open my phone without even looking at the caller ID screen.

Clearly, it was not. "Wudup" was the message. Wait, what? I said. That was not a message I'd expect from him. I double checked the number. It was not my friend.

"Hey" was my response. I could not resist.

The red light did not hesitate: "U got ya fone fixd" At this point, I was 97% positive it was not anyone I knew. At this point in my life, my friends type with all the vowels and properly spell words for the most part.

And yet, the bright red light was blinking at me like a shiny red apple. So, I bit. "Yup new phone" was my reply. It wasn't a lie. My phone is new. Granted, it was broken a couple of months ago, and this one is already starting to show its wear. But, in my defense, the phone was broken at some point, and I did get a new one (And, as a side note--- this new phone is red and completely clashes with the sparkly pink face plate I bought for the old phone. But anywho, I digress)

"O so wuh u up 2" Damn. I would have been so much quicker in all my texts if that's how I wrote. Damn punctuation. And full English words.

I was feeling positively evil. Evil. "Jus some tv u" was my response. Now, it went against everything I stand for to type that sentence. But I couldn't resist.The red light was so shiny and tasty.

His response "Playn madden yo wen i first seen u i though u had a mean attitude buh u mad cute n koo"

Aww shut up. Koo? Knock it off. He really knows how to charm the pants off a gal, doesn't he?

Damn that evil light. "Im not mean" I responded. Then, "Cute maybe:)"

Then he said " U r cute n koo but u got a man :("

All of a sudden, just like that, my evil plot went into full force. I was just being a smidge naughty before. Now, resistance was futile. My reponse was a taunting "whatever" It occured to me that he had picked up this number from some girl who either 1. gave him the wrong number and told him her phone was broke & not to call or 2. scibbled her number on something that he couldn't read. Either way, she did something to him so he had to call her, and I wanted to find out what it was.

Blink blink said the red light. "wuh u mean"

I ignored that comment. "tell me about yourself"

"hm wel i go to skoo (yes, ladies & gentlemen, I shit you not. Skoo. Been paying off well I see) full tym (what the fuck is tym? A spice? I dunno, I don't cook) n do music (of course!) n get ver lil sleep and u?"

"A lil bit of everything" I replied.

"Wuh u mean" the red light blinked. I ignored that response too. A few minutes later "U sed a lil of erythn like wuh"

"work school you know i do a lot" I replied. Blatant lie. I'm so done with school.

"u look like aunder cover freak" he said.

Well, I didn't know it was so obvious though my text messages. "maybe i am" I teased.

"hm how wud I find out the truth"

I ignored that comment. Sent him a smiley wink instead. Then, (and here is where I am evil) "If i ask u something will ub mad"

Red blink. "Na"

"im so sorry but can u tell me where we met thats not nice to ask im sorry" Then (Satan, keep a seat cool for me!) "Pls dont b mad"

The red light was quick. I felt bad, and sadly, not bad enough to end the conversation. " y wud i b mad?" he asked. Then, red blink "we met at ur job"

Well that confirmed my hypothesis. As soon as my concience started to kick in again the red light called my name. "So ye i styl think u a unda cova freak"

"Y" I asked. If anyone ever knows me, they know a letter as a sentence is a pet peeve of mine. But, well, I was having fun and didn't really care.

"Jus cuz ru" he asked.

I started to feel bad for not stopping this conversation a long time earlier. "maybe, ru"

Then, a fit of conscience overtook me. "can i ask u another ?"

"Ya" he said

"how old ru?"

"im 18 n cud find out if i am if u want or not"

Yeah. I can't do this anymore, I thought. "I think we have a case of mistaken identity" I replied.

He said "y" Bless his little 18 year old girl chasing heart.

"I dont think im the girl you wanted" I said. My devil tail slunk around my legs. "Im 25. I met someone at my job the other day and i think it was someone else"

He replied "where u work?"

I made up a town.

The red light blinked "in the mal?" he asked.

"No" Then I offered, "Im sorry"

The red light didn't blink again.

Merry Christmas!!!!

2006-12-20T21:03:00.000-05:00

Merry Christmas everyone!

I'm especially happy today because the boyfriend and I had been going through a series of money-related drama, the last of which culminated in the car accident two weeks ago. Today, our Secret Santa came through for us, and we were able to take care of everything (except there is no car yet, but now it's so much closer than it used to be) I feel as if a 4000lb weight has been taken off my shoulders. I feel like I can sleep soundly tonight for the first time in many, many months.

And, because we were so fortunate, and now our luck seems to have turned, we're doing like this guy and trying to spread the love to others. (Everytime I read that story I cry my eyeballs out).

I hope everyone has a happy holiday! As my man, Jerry Springer would say.. "Take care of yourselves, and each other"

Just a quick note to the boyfriend

2006-12-20T09:22:00.000-05:00

This post was not intended as a Christmas Gift List. I've been a good girl this year, but I would prefer not to open up a bunch of porn in front of the family.

Besides, I've already told you what you should be getting me.

Thank you.

Sugasm #59

2006-12-19T07:45:00.000-05:00

The best of this weeks blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasmer participants. Want in Sugasm #60? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the linklist within a week and you’re all set.

This Week’s Picks

By Invitation Only (http://dirtylittlecockslut.blogspot.com)

“I was being watched by a room full of people, but all I could think about was his thick cock, pounding me, his balls slapping against my ass.”

Love that aural sex (http://junohenry.wordpress.com)

“…The lazy way your honeyed tones flow out, saying my name, or merely whispering “Is that good, baby? You like that?” as you slide a finger in and out of me, deliberately and slowly.”

What BDSM Can Tell Us All About Sex (part 1) (http://perverselypoly.blogspot.com)

“That’s another form of power exchange: if I ‘let’ you have sex with someone else, it’s very different than if you sneak off and fuck that person without having permission.”

Mr. Sugasm Himself

Everyone Diggs Porn (http://sugarbank.com)

Editors’ Choice

Sandra Claus (http://secretbrain.blogspot.com)

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Thoughts on Sex and Relationships

6 Weird Things About Me Sexually…I’ve Been Tagged! (http://totalsensuality.blogspot.com)

“F” is for fabulous… (http://blackbookgirls.com)

My Wacky Erotic Mind (http://www.seska4lovers.com)

Sex Toys - Your Next Erotic Frontier (http://sexdriver.blogspot.com)

NSFW Pics (& videos)

Cleanliness is Next to Horniness (http://kitchen-girls.blogspot.com)

Keeley Hazell Calendar 2007 (http://myhotbox.blogspot.com)

Mini-Documentary of me… (video)(http://duckydoo.livejournal.com)

Super hot nude girl from Ron Harris (http://eroticandy.blogspot.com)

Threesome Advice (part 3) (http://www.seskuality.com)

Sex Work

Amateur Porn “Penetration” - Part VI (http://blog.homegrownvideo.com)

Another One About Sex Work (http://sabrinainstockings.com)

Loud Sex (http://www.model-chat.com)

A Quickie (http://radicalvixen.com/blog)

Sexy Humor

10 Unintentionally Naughty and Terrible Domain Names (http://www.teen-porn-site.com)

Erotic Writing and Experiences

Anonymous (http://lafillemariee.blogspot.com)

He Took off My Clothes (http://www.suzanneportnoy.com)

I wanted to lick her out so bad (http://thediaryofanenglishrose.blogspot.com)

My Addiction (http://randisexadpoetry.blogspot.com)

Office Heat - Part 1 (http://dirtytalk.wordpress.com)

Red Light Special (http://ellabeecoquette.blogspot.com)

Snowday Sex (http://mandyseroticlife.blogspot.com)

The Sportscar, Part 2 (http://erotischism.blogspot.com)

Such a Nice Girl (http://onlyamirage.blogspot.com)

Sex and Politics

Masturbation: How to Conquer the Corrupting Habit (http://www.taratainton.com)

Teacher fired for porn past (http://deliciously-naughty.typepad.com)

BDSM and Fetish

A Nawty Story: Jenny’s New Slave (http://anawtymouz.blogspot.com)

Dishonourable Discharge (http://assistantmistress.blogspot.com)

Leaving on a Jet Plane (http://naughtythoughtsinmymind.blogspot.com)

Morning masturbation (http://darkside-journey.blogspot.com)

Naval floggings: the girls take their turn (http://www.spankingwriters.com/blog)

Playing at the W, Part III (http://www.betweensheets.net)

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Blue King Pleasure Scepter Glass Dildo Review (http://stilettodiaries.blogspot.com)

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The Secret Lover

2006-12-19T00:40:00.000-05:00

I used to come to him in the dark and wait in the shadows until the time was right. I would creep up the stairs, slink through the back door and sneak into his room. He wouldn't be there, but he knew I was there waiting.

Silently, I'd kick my shoes off under his bed, the soles still slick with the dew from outside. I'd slide my pants off my hips and remove my shirt without a sound. Then I'd get into bed, pulling the sheets off and tucking myself in one effortless move, the only sound in the moment between the nearly imperceptible wffft from the blankets being thrown from his bed and the prickling of the chill against my bare back.

I'd lay there, quiet, waiting. It was just me and the moonlight in that room and the heavy weight of anticipation.

I could feel him coming before I could hear him. Then, a creak of the floorboards- then another. I inhaled sharply, knowing he was close. His footsteps were uneven, speeding up as they grew nearer. The door opened and let out a squeaky, muffled moan. The hallway light suddenly flooded the room and then disappeared just as quickly when he entered. He was undressed and beside me before I could exhale.

His lips met mine. It had been too long. We kissed our "hellos", our "I missed yous" and our "I love yous" and got right to the "I must fuck yous" He pushed the blanket away from my body. The chill only prickled for a moment on my nipples before it was enveloped by the warmth of his mouth. His tongue swirled and flicked, his teeth nipped, and my legs spread. His fingers found their way to my pussy and danced against my clit. The desire, the waiting was too much. He found my clit, found my pussy wet and yearning for him, found my eyes begging him, and he would. And we would, over and over again, until the dawn replaced the moonlight, and I would sneak out the same way I came, fulfilled, happy, a bit cum stained, and drive back home.

I need...

2006-12-14T20:16:00.000-05:00

This

and this

or perhaps even this

then a cigarette

then a nap.

Finally!

2006-12-11T21:26:00.000-05:00

Someone has noticed that I am, indeed, an evil genius!

Red Light Special

2006-12-11T00:06:00.000-05:00

It was just a simple text message I sent him that morning. "Good morning. I had a naughty dream about you"

It took him a while to respond. I couldn't help but savor the fantasy in my head. I was alone in the office, and it was a slow day. The phone rang. I fantasized. I read the news, tried to clear my mind. The dirty thoughts crept in again, somewhere between the story about Russian spies being poisoned and the holiday travel feature. The computer hissed and the monitor flickered as my computer went into standby mode.

Finally, near the end of my shift, the little red light on my phone blinked. He asked what my dream was about.

I had to keep my response short-couldn't get into the full details I had elaborated during the course of the day. The first message- a bit of a disclaimer. "Its a bit kinky"

2 minutes later: "You had me tied up and you were going down on me till I begged you to stop."

A minute after that "And you kept going"

and then, finally "Hot"

I felt my face turn red. It wasn't the first time we had exchanged such messages, but I couldn't
tell if I was blushing or just horny.

And then, at that moment, a customer walks in the door (as they have a habit of doing) 10 minutes before closing. I snapped the phone shut. I helped them, and as they left, I turned off the lights in the office and locked the door behind them. The office was dark except for the flicker of the computer monitor, and the little red light on my phone.

I read his message. "I actually thought of that one myself. In my mind, I just tied your legs so that you couldn't squirm"

"Wait, what?" I said out loud. I didn't hear that one. I asked him what he meant.

His reply was a simple smirk. Then, the red light blinked again. "Actually, I was thinking of fucking you right there at your desk"

I looked around. I had the idea of fucking at my desk all day, ever since I got dropped off (goddamn trailer totalling my car, I need a ride everywhere) and I thought "well, no one is here to stop me." My desk was covered with a bunch of papers. "Bend me over the edge? Or should I just lay right on top over the papers and all?" I asked. I could picture both options vividly and my pussy began to twinge.

"Just laying on top...but I would have had you sit back in your chair with your legs up so I could tongue fuck you"

My cheeks were red again. This time I knew it was because I was horny. "I'd love to feel your tongue on me right now "

Suddenly, I felt like being very naughty. I sent another message "The lights are off in the office, and the door is locked" And then, " "The fantasy is hot..." My hand slipped underneath my desk and inside my panties. I couldn't believe how wet I was.

Another red blink. "Oh, the tongue is just to warm you up. My cock sliding balls deep into your wet snatch us the main course. You're on your back, ankles on my shoulders"

That message tingled. I closed my eyes and pictured the scene in my head.My fingers quickened under the desk. I could see him on top of me fucking me. I could feel his cock inside me. I wanted it so bad. The papers on my desk floated to the floor. I replied, my left thumb slow and clumsy over the number pad " Yum. I'm imagining you on top of me and i can fell you inside of me" (so sue me, I'm not clever when I'm horny.)

My fingers picked up their pace under the desk. A few moments pass. The red light came back. I smiled.

"You going to squeeze those amazing tits together so I can get it all over the front?"

Fuck yeah I was. I was all over that. In those few moments between messages, a scene had
already played out in my head. My fingers were quick, nimble, sliding over my clit. My breath was quicker. "Absolutely. And I want to see your face when you cum" my left thumb took forever to say that- between the quivers in my legs and me throwing my head back, I was surprised I could get that out at all.

As soon as I hit send, my fingers quickened. Moans were escaping my lips as if I were in the safety of my own bedroom and not sitting at the place where I spend at least 43 hours a week answering phones and filing papers. I sat there, shook, moaned, quivered against my fingers, imagining I was being fucked royally on my desk and feeling like a dirty girl for rubbing myself off in the first place. I loved it. I came before his next message.

"I pull out of you, with slow deliberation, my cock slick with your cum (yeah, you have no idea how much, mister) I stand off to your side, jerking off... "

I answered him with a smile. Good times, good times.

He Comes Next

2006-12-08T22:48:00.000-05:00

Well, my friends. I've had a rough couple of weeks, this last week especially. I was set to continue with a few posts about our first time swinging, plus I had an other installment (or 7) about the Newbies.

But, well, life got in the way, and I haven't been around. (Well, by "life" I mean a tractor trailer, and by "got in the way," I mean ran a light and totalled my car) So, I wanted to take tonight off and relax. Read a book, watch a movie, snuggle, that sort of thing.

So, anywho, I was all snuggled up to the boyfriend, watching "Spies Like Us" and reading "He Comes Next." (I'm all for reading books about sex. Can't know too much on the subject) I read "She Comes First" earlier in the week, and it did nothing but make me extrordinarily horny. (I'm going to have to re-read that. I'm pretty sure there was more to it than complete masturbation fodder for me. The only thing I could think of was getting spectacular head while I was reading it. When I was done I literally put the book down and begged the boyfriend to give it to me. )

Well, my point (and there is a point, I'm getting there ladies and gentlemen) was this passage that I read, and suddenly felt the need to beak from my perfect snuggly position in the crook of the boyfriend's arm to post.

"...I want you to go back in time and collect all those late-night longings and wicked fantasies you've been hiding in the attic trunk and spread them all over your bed, your couch, your shower, you kitchen counter, your taxi, your movie theatre seat, your boss' desk... I want you to get ready to whisper in your lover's ear all the dirty little secrets you've never dared to share with anyone else before and reignite that extraordinary sense of youthful wonder and surprise that embodies truly great sex"

That, my friends, is my point. That is the point of my blog (I could only wish to be so eloquent about it. Somehow when I try to write it, it doesn't quite come out that way) That is why I swing, that is why I even have sex in the first place. I want to whisper those dirty thoughts in your ear. I want you to tell me yours. I crave those moments of passion, the moments in the back of a movie theatre, the ones stolen the few minutes before curfew, or the ones given in the back of a car. It's the moments when your secrets are shared, enjoyed, savored, safe. Those are the moments that I crave.

Our first time, part deux (in which, Ella reveals her craziness)

2006-11-21T23:33:00.000-05:00

So, our first couple. They had emailed us. We talked. I talked a lot to him, I talked even more with her. The boyfriend didn't talk a whole lot to either of them. It was a lot of innocent talking at first. They were both very easy to talk to, and we got along great. We decided to meet. They came over, we went out to dinner and came back to the house and talked more, the four of us. They went home. We decided to meet again the following weekend.

And, the next day on IM, the conversation quickly went from innocent to very xrated. The boyfriend was concerned with the amount of time I spent talking to them. I wasn't. I was, however, starting to get extremely nervous. It occurred to me that no one had ever seen me naked except for the boyfriend (and the internet, but that's a whole other story) I hadn't kissed anyone else in over 7 years. I hadn't ever had sex with another man (even though it wasn't on the table at the time, I still fantasized) I had NO idea what to do with a woman, even though that's why we decided to start in the first place.

And, the first couple seemed so experienced. They weren't new to swinging, and while they were so very very respectful of us being new, and our expectations, and were so willing to take things at our speed, they seemed almost out of our league. I felt like the shy band geek getting asked out by the most popular jock in high school, and all of a sudden I was supposed to be cool too. I realized that I could very easily look very dumb. I had no idea what I was doing.

So, naturally- I began to panic. And, when I panic, I clean. I don't panic often. And, after all my years of psych classes, I can't understand why me panicking manifests itself as a sudden need to channel Martha Stewart. But that week, I began to clean my apartment with a vengeance. I took the curtains off and soaked them in bleach. The shower has never sparkled so cheerily white. My apartment smelled the saccharine, artificial scent of Pine-Sol. I knew they were coming over, and I thought that, somehow, instead of seeing us, I was afraid they would come over and see my shitty venetian blinds (that never will properly close, the ugly bastards) or that they would eye the mammoth heap of books and papers in the corner and call the whole thing off. So, instead of actually talking my feelings over with the boyfriend, I decided to busy myself with soft scrub and a toilet brush.

By time they came over, my apartment was relatively sparkling. I was still a nervous wreck. I couldn't deal with it. Chain smoking. Pacing the floor. The boyfriend and I hadn't talked once about what we wanted out of the evening. I think he asked me a couple of times, and I gave him some smart ass comment to the extent of (and I paraphrase, but...) we can talk about our feelings or we can shut the fuck up and clean the shower. And clean the shower I did.

They were two hours late, and by then I was absolutely frazzled. I was a big steaming pile of nerves by time they made it over the bridge. I'm surprised I didn't keel over from pure anxiety.

They came over, we watched some TV, and then, at 2 am, me and the gal start kissing. It was sort of awkward. I really really thought she was hot, and I really wanted to do all kinds of nasty things with her, but I felt like someone had turned on the bright fluorescent lights and I was in the scene of a porno.(which is not a bad thing at all- but the whole thing just felt forced in a way. I was NOT comfortable)

Please allow me to be perfectly honest here, my friends. I'm a little ashamed to admit this. You will all think I'm nuts, but well, fuck you too. I'm sure you got something nuts about you :)

We're sitting on my couch. The gal and I are making out. The guys are watching. I'm ridiculously nervous. I have no idea what to do. The gal is kissing me, and grabbing my boobs, and I swear to you I thought about my stupid ass venetian blinds. Yeah, it's true. Instead of paying attention to all the sexy shit that was going around me, I stared at the blinds and thought "Oh my god, my blinds suck! They are totally going home in disgust. "

Now really, how is that a sexy thought? I don't know. I'm nuts. Yeah, the first step is admission my friends. The evening, luckily for us all, did not end in me keeling over. Thank god.

Our first time (part 1)

2006-11-19T14:15:00.000-05:00

The boyfriend and I came upon this whole swinging thing rather haphazardly, which is typical of us, because we rarely plan anything. I know a lot of people have a major discussion about whether or not they should swing. They sit down, discuss rules, feelings, and really know where the other person stands. That's the responsible way to go about it. Here's what we did:

It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon. We had just finished fooling around a bit. The boyfriend was playing Madden. I was on my then-favorite amature porn/forum site, where I had posted an extensive picture collection. I had confessed a few months earlier my secret girl/girl fantasies (which apparently, were no secret to the boyfriend, he claims to have known I was bi since we met) and there was an almost weekly phone sex session with a girl I had met off the site.

That day, someone had posted about a swinging site. I looked on it, thought it was interesting, and called out to my boyfriend, who was in the other room, deeply engrossed in his cigarette and his Madden game.

"Hey babe!" I called to him from the bedroom. "Bear (a guy from the amature site) has posted a link to a swinging site."

"Oh yeah?" He replied. "That's intriguing."

"Yeah." I said. Then, suddenly, I got the idea. I came out into the living room. "You know, I really wouldn't be jealous if I saw you with another woman"

He put the controller down. "I wouldn't really be jealous if I saw you with another woman either"

"It might be a good way to get that threesome." I said, matter-of-factly.

"Let's do it!" he said.

"OK, let's!" I replied.

And that's how we started. We really had no idea what we were getting ourselves into. We just figured we'd sign ourselves up, and in a short amount of time we'd be in threesome bliss.

That wasn't exactly how it happened. We soon realized that finding a single female who was (1) actually a female (2) single and (3) good looking (4) somewhat interesting to talk to and (5) into us (not saying that we're hideous, we have yet to find a single woman who meets the first four points) was not going to be easy. And frankly, we were horny.

You remember how I mentioned that the responsible way to go about swinging was to sit down and discuss rules and expectations? Every time we sat down to do that, we'd end up telling each other some multi-partner sex fantasy, and end up screwing each other's brains out. So, by time we actually met our first couple, we had only come up with a very loose set of rules. There would be no sex at first. And there would be no kissing of the opposite sex. (Isn't that a cute little rule? We thought we'd save that for each other. Now, the only thing we save for each other is anal. My how things have changed! )

I need this

2006-11-17T07:16:00.000-05:00

http://www.ohmibod.com/

Yet another reason to get an ipod.

On rough sex

2006-11-16T00:54:00.000-05:00

Well, my friends. This may (or may not) come as a surprise to you, but I really like rough sex. Wanna throw me by my hair, call me a dirty slut and stuff your dick in me? Sure! Sounds like a party! Wanna to chastise me and say "you've been a bad girl?" and then tap aimlessly on my ass? Well, sure, um OK. I'll play along.

I have been trying to figure out what exactly it is that turns me on. Sometimes, you play rough with me, and I'm all for it. Watch me pant and beg for it like the best little dirty slut ever. Other times, well, I appreciate the effort.

It occurred to me, one day, that perhaps I've been going about it all wrong.

The boyfriend humors me (sometimes. Sometimes it's just right and it's spectacular) in my dirty sex. He says he never feels right grabbing my hair and telling me I'm a slut because well, he thinks I'm not. I appreciate his position, I really do. But the point of a fantasy is that- for the moment, it is what it is. There are no rules, there is no "well you wouldn't really do this!" There is no "well you're not a dirty slut" in fantasy. That completely defeats the point.

That day, when I had my epiphany, I realized that it wasn't so much the pain of a hand making it's impression on my ass that turned me on so much. Sure, the sting is fun. I'm all for it. But it's the moment that I love. It's the glaring red of a fingernail's trace down a back. It's the taste of a lovers sweat in your mouth. It's the feeling the next morning, when you know you've left it all out there, and you loved every minute of it.

Pop quiz hot shots!

2006-11-14T10:47:00.000-05:00

I have a question for the ladies.

Does fucking doggy style make you qweef? (I also don't know the proper spelling of qweef. Is it qwif? Qweefe? Quife, like quiche? I dunno. Pussy fart. You know what that is)

Don't be shy. Leave your answer in the comments. I'm curious about this phenomenon.

OK, so I overreacted a bit

2006-11-14T10:46:00.000-05:00

Yeah, so perhaps I panicked a little bit. They have the blog link. They don't think I'm nuts. All is well in the world.

So, let's carry on with the pervin, shall we?

So, the blog outing continues.

2006-11-13T19:35:00.000-05:00

I decided to throw all caution to the wind and send them the link here. There had been to much talk about it for me not to (considering the boyfriend decided to sort of dare them to find it last night after I went to bed. He didn't do it on purpose, but well, he did more or less) And it's not that I don't want to share with them. It's just an odd feeling to have someone you know reading stuff that you wrote about them. Like weird. It's bizzare.

I'm sweating bullets, chain smoking and pacing my living room floor.

Why? I feel like my skirt has got stuck in my panties and I'm walking around the mall with my ass hanging out. It's weird. It's probably not that big of a deal, but well, it's freaking weird. A very out of character move for me. But, well, they are good people and I don't think they'd think I'm nuts, although there always is the off chance...

Fantastic Weekend!

2006-11-12T22:01:00.000-05:00

I just had one of my most fantastic weekends in recent history. Again, with the Newbies. There may have been a threesome. There may have been just fantastic relaxing time just chilling, eating cheese fries and watching a movie. There may be rumors going around about a falafel. I dunno, I don't claim a thing.

I've been telling you so much (without revealing a thing really) about the Newbies and I'm so frightened that I've said too much about them. This may have been a part of my blog hiatus.

I may have blog-outed myself today, my friends, and I'm horrified. Mr. Newbie and I were looking at the computer, came about Fleshbot, and I, in a completely relaxed stupor, casually mentioned that my blog was listed there once.

Now, Fleshbot is something. It's definetley a site that's known. Wouldn't you peek if someone told you their blog was listed there , just to see if you could find it? I don't know if they are going to come about this blog, but I feel horribly revealed. It's a little distressing. My OCD side (I say OCD because I know I have the college psych student disease-- you read about a disorder and totally think you have it.) wants to go and delete everything I've written about them, just to be safe. I don't want to do that. I can't censor myself or my feelings, well, in blog life...In real life, I wouldn't say a thing. But I can't delete because it seems wrong. I write this all in condition that you never could pick me out of a line up. But, well, I hate being out there to people in real life like this. It makes me a little insane. Like they'd think I was crazy, or that my thoughts were too much and they wouldn't want to deal with me. Or, they'd say to themselves, and other people they talk to about me "Yeah, she's cool, but that Ella is a lot to deal with." Some people call that guarded, I say it's safe, if I intend to have any social life at all. I need to work things out before I express them. I think a lot about things. Sometime I think too much about things. I don't say a lot of things in real life about me. Here- my blog- is where I put it out there. I can think about things, talk that shit out, and decide how I feel about it.

You guys don't know me from anyone, so you don't judge me on my thoughts. And if you do judge me, well, fuck you--cause you don't know me from anyone :)

I'm so happy about where things are right now in general that I don't care about anything else. I'm broke as hell right now, and don't really give a shit. I feel honored to be so happy right now. Some people are here where I am and miserable. I'm so god damn happy it's a little weird.

But, really, why look a gift horse in the mouth? Things are good, in the grand scheme of things, and that's a blessing.

So...

2006-10-17T12:29:00.000-04:00

Mrs. Newbie is on her way over here, for an all girl day of fun. After which, I'm going to go make myself scarce as Mrs, Newbie and my boyfriend need some one on one time. Unfortunately, Mr. Newbie has plans tonight and I won't get any this evening from him.

Gotta finish getting dressed. Talk soon.

and, the third....

2006-10-15T01:53:00.000-04:00

Re: Mr. Newbie:

"Was he smacking her ass and pulling her hair while he was fucking her? I had no idea he had that in him!"

Well he does have that in him.

Sigh.

Jesus christ, the worst (or the best thing) you can do while fucking me is just that.

Sigh.

I can't stop talking about them!!!!

2006-10-15T01:44:00.000-04:00

Mrs. Newbie is coming over here on Tuesday! We're not allowed threesomes but dammit... I get to have my hands on her alone? Shut up!

And another thing...

Next weekend, the four of us are splitting up on seperate dates.

You mean to tell me, I get time alone with this man? And I can do whatever I want?

Dammit dammit dammit. This is wayyyyyyyyyy to good to be true. I don't know what to say. I'm absolutely retarded when I consider the possibilities. I love them. It's so wonderful. Too good. I don't know why this is happening.

Sigh.

Yeah, the newbies

2006-10-15T01:26:00.001-04:00

Well Ladies and Gentlemen, I know I've been gone for a bit.

It's not cause I don't love you. Beacuse I do. I just don't know what's come over me. Well I do. The Newbies. I kind of love them too.

Damn.

I don't know why they are Newbies still. I don't know that they really are. Perhaps theyv'e come to us in a dream and are just preteneding to be the perfect couple. But dammit. The two of them. It's like I have a two serious hard crushes and they both are panning out? What? What? Where? Why? Am I making this all up? When has anyone ever have both their crushes pan out at the same time? What? What's going on? Where am I? Is this a dream?

I swear, I don't know what to make of the whole thing.

I am afraid of it a little.

But when Mr. Newbie sends me a text message to my phone like "Hello pretty girl" I get all giggly and blush and smile a bit behind my hand. And then, like clockwork, Mrs Newbie sends says something to me, or the boyfriend, and I still get all giggly.

I don't claim to make any sense right now. I think there's magic around. It's good. It's so good.

I'm here

2006-09-27T21:09:00.000-04:00

I'm around. Work's kicking my ass. I'll be back soon, my fellow pervs.

In the meantime, read my friend's book.It's about swinging. It's great.

Sh-sh-sh-Sugasm

2006-09-19T20:11:00.000-04:00

The best of the sex blogs this week by the bloggers who blog them. Featuring the top 3 posts voted by Sugasmer participants. Want in Sugasm #48? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the linklist within a week and you’re all set.

This Week’s Picks

Lazy Sunday (http://www.chillivanilla.com)

“I flick my thumb across your clit, as if I were lighting a match, which, in many ways I am.”

The Secret (http://confessions112.blogspot.com)

“I came back to the bed and started to lavish kisses on him, savoring the inches of skin on him that I knew were mine and mine alone.”

You’re all I want (http://theholidaylife.blogspot.com)

“Go to the couch. Bend over. For me.”

Mr. Sugasm Himself

How to Cure Female Ejaculation (http://sugarbank.com)

Editors’ Choice

Fetish, Fashion and The War On Terror (http://adelehaze.com)

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Screaming Orgasm- it's not just a drink at the bar

2006-09-13T11:02:00.000-04:00

I'm not much of a screamer. I never could figure out how girls who scream when they cum ever made it through the days of sneaky screwing at a friend's house or drunken dorm room romps. How did they not get caught? How come they don't walk through life gravelly and hoarse, as if they smoked 47 Marlboro Reds all at the same time? How do they keep their lungs and vocal cords in such good shape?

I'm pretty sure it's happened to me before. I'm pretty sure I've been a screamer, once or twice. But it's rare. Loud moaning, sure. I'm all over that. Dirty talk, fuck yeah baby. But a shrill sustained shriek pleasure just hasn't been my way. Don't get me wrong- it's not because I haven't had my mind twisted in the throes of passion. I just haven't screamed.

This weekend, however, I had two all consuming, earth shattering, brain melting orgasms. And dammit if I didn't scream my way through them. And yes, I had the gravelly-47-Marlboro-Reds-at-once voice to prove it on Monday.

We were at the Newbies. Another late night. Fast forward past dinner, a game of trivial pursuit, watching Reefer Madness , me riding Mr. Newbie and the few gasping, quivering orgasams I had before. (Yes, yes. I know. A sex blog skipping past the sex. We'll come back to that another time.)

The four of us were contortued on the giant futon on the floor. Mrs. Newbie's tongue was licking at my clit (intermittently- every few seconds she'd stop to moan, as Mr. Newbie was busy fucking her with a dildo and licking at her clit) Her hands were stroking my boyfriend's cock. My hands were stroking him as well, and we had our tongues down each others throat like we were making out in a movie theatre. Mrs. Newbie eventually gave up on licking my clit and started sucking my boyfriend instead (it's actually much easier to give head than it is to eat pussy while someone is fucking you. I'm just saying, if anyone is taking notes) and I'm sitting there, watching the whole thing. I see Mr. Newbies arm move faster from underneath his wife. I see her arch her back and moan and then reach to put her mouth back on my boyfriend. I couldn't move to touch my pussy because Mrs. Newbie was on my lap, and I didn't want to break her position. It was arousing and frustrating at the same time. Mrs. Newbie came, and Mr. Newbie scooped her up and they proceeded to play on the bed.

It was just the boyfriend and I on the floor. I took one look at him, pulled him to me and said, "You need to fuck me now" I was so turned on from watching and not being able to touch that I was like a madwoman. I pulled him on top of me, put my legs over his shoulders, and he began to push his cock into me, each thrust harder and harder. It felt amazing. I could hear Mr. and Mrs. Newbie doing their thing on the bed (was he smacking her ass and pulling her hair while he was fucking her? I had no idea he had that in him!) and all of a sudden, the floodgates opened, and there I was in the middle of my first screaming orgasm in the middle of the night. (I wish I could explain what happened more in detail. I apologize. It's really just a blur for me. All I can tell you is that it was such a hot scene for me. Hearing them getting it on above me and the boyfriend was fucking me just right. ) The boyfriend smiled at me, got all cocky, and said "Guess you liked that". I did. I couldn't really talk, but we just laid there for a bit, rested, and Mrs. Newbie came off the bed to start sucking my boyfriends cock again. I let them be, hopped up on the bed and purred hello to Mr. Newbie.

He smiled hello back, and started rubbing my legs. Once his hands slid towards the back of my knee he started to tickle me. I started laughing, of course. "That doesn't tickle." he said, matter of factually, as if he knew how I felt.

"How are you going to tell me it doesn't?" I replied, giggling.

He moved his fingers faster, and I squirmed to try and get away. He grabbed my legs and continued his assault on my knees and my feet. I giggled more, but Mr. Newbie simply replied "It doesn't tickle" Mr. Newbie claims to have beat tickling. He says it's all psychological. My response always is that it may be, but who wants to cut laughter out of their life?

He looked at me and shook his head. "What did I tell you? It's all in your mind. It doesn't tickle"

"It does." I replied, defiantly.

He shook his head, and made the same finger-twirly movement on my nipples. "Did that tickle?" he said when I gasped. My nipples were sensitive and stood out like little Hershey kisses. "No, but that's different" I replied, still gasping.

He continued with the other side. My nipples were so sensitive that it felt like my body had been completely rewired so that there was a direct line from my nipples to my clit, and I could feel my pussy dripping with pure lust. My legs started to shake, and my pussy hadn't even been touched yet.

Mr. Newbie decided to further his it-doesn't-tickle on my clit. His fingers did it's twirly-tickle thing on my clit and my moans got louder. He then decided to work his fingers in my pussy. I felt one, then two, then I felt his mouth close around my clit. His fingers kept working inside me. My legs were shaking, bucking into his face. It was just intense. I kept trying to squirm away, he held me down. And then, it happened. The screaming. I was shaking all over. I couldn't think of anything. Madness I tell you. I felt like I was cumming for 35 minutes.

When I was done I couldn't move. "Jesus Christ!" I yelled. The other three laughed at me.

The evening wasn't over there. I'll continue later. But damn. I don't think I've ever cum like that in my life.

I'm baaack!

2006-09-11T23:12:00.000-04:00

Oh boy do I have some stories for you. I have vacation sex stories. More fun with the Newbies. I'm catching up on everything now, and I will be back with another story soon.

We now interrupt your regularily scheduled programming...

2006-09-04T23:20:00.000-04:00

We're going on vacation! See you next week!

Cant wait for the vacation sex!

Their first time

2006-09-01T01:18:00.000-04:00

I heard her moans before I could see what was happening. I peered over the edge of the bed just as she threw her head back and her hair tumbled down her back. I saw his emerald eyes pause for a moment, unable to decide if he should continue his tongue assault on her clit or bury his face in between her breasts. His mouth chose her warm chocolate-y nipples. His fingers chose her clit. I smiled. I would have chose to do the same.

Her moans were louder now. She spread her legs wide, and my boyfriend started to finger her pussy. I knew exactly what he was doing as he had done it to me so many times before. I knew he was massaging her clit with his thumb, his fingers were reaching inside her. He pushed his fingers in deeper. I could feel her pussy opening for him. I could feel her getting wetter. I saw her eyes meet his. She was waiting for him to find her spot and when he did, I saw her melt on his hands.

She whispered something in his ear.

He whispered something back.

She nodded yes. She reached under her pillow and pulled out a condom.

I reached between my legs and began to rub my clit. I was tender from all the attention I received before. I gave my best evil-up-to-no-good smile at Mr. Newbie. He smiled back at me, but he looked a little anxious. Like he liked seeing his wife cumming, but a little annoyed that it was my boyfriend who was making her squeal as she did. I smirked at him. I loved his reluctance.

He matched my smile (unexpectedly. I didn't know what to make of the situation) In a single movement he pushed me back on my back. His tongue met my clit and my legs quivered and clenched his head. His tongue was spectacular. It danced on my clit, lingered a bit, and then pulled away. He waited for me. He'd wait till I was pushing my pussy in his mouth and grabbing at his hair. He waited until my hips were bucking into his face, and I was scream-moaning a bunch of nonsense. All the while, I could hear their moans. I didn't know what they were doing then. I didn't know my name. I didn't know where I was, but I was sure I was in a pretty cool place.

I opened my eyes to smile at Mr. Newbie. Then I peered over my shoulder. I saw my boyfriend pull out of Mrs. Newbie. The way she grabbed at him, the way one can only grab at a lover assured me that all was good.

I glanced at Mr Newbie. He was grabbing under his pillow, like I saw his wife doing before.

I whispered in his ear. "Are you guys cool with this? Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked him. It was strangely arousing asking that question. Like I was about to take someone's virginity in the back seat of a car. I guess in a way I was.

He smiled. He was coy and evasive, as usual. He opened the condom.

I smiled back at him and climbed on top.

I could see the other two from my birds eye view. I saw her shudder against my boyfriend. So I grinded my pussy against Mr. Newbie and smiled.

Good times, good times.

Motherfucking drama.

2006-08-30T13:42:00.000-04:00

I can't take it!

Mrs. Drama just fucking emailed me. Like hey. How's it going? Miss you.

Are we serious? I mean really.

I can't. I'm done!

Help Needed

2006-08-30T13:19:00.000-04:00

Ok guys.

I'm going to a girls-only lesbian/bi chick play party. I've never been before. The theme is back to school.

I need a costume. I could do Catholic school girl, but that's well done. Although I do look pretty cute in knee socks, I must say.

Got any ideas for me?

Meet the Newbies

2006-08-29T00:52:00.000-04:00

It had been a long night. The four of us somehow managed to arrange our orgasm-exhausted bodies in a tangled heap on the queen size bed (no easy feat, considering 3 of the 4 of us are closer to 6 feet tall) and we slept, horribly uncomfortable yet perfectly content while the church bells rang for mass next door.

It was 8am, and our first night playing with the Newbie couple. In a word, they are fantastic.

There are just so many highlights. There are so many things I want to talk about, savor, rehash in my head (preferably with a vibrator handy) I just don't know where to begin.

If I could pick one word to describe how it feels to be with them- it would be comfortable. Perhaps content would better describe it. It's as if you've met long lost friends and you know they feel the same. It's refreshing. No drama. No poo in the bed. It's a nice start, to say the least.

His tongue-spectacular. I can't remember the last time I've cum so hard. His tongue would lap relentlessly at my clit as his long slender fligers explored my pussy. I couldn't stop the screams of pleasure from escaping my lips, even though their neighbors were probably enjoying breakfast.

The past couple of weeks have been a blur of pleasure in my head. I promise to post more once I've made sense of it all.

Fin

2006-08-26T01:23:00.000-04:00

I 'm starting to hate the fact that I'm telling you this story. These two made the boyfriend & I argue like we've never argued before. I could have told you guys all the sexy stories we've had. That would have been easier. I could have talked about the hot couple we met last weekend, who are far from Drama. I could have told you guys about all the hot sex the boyfriend and I have had just last night. I don't know what made me bring this shit up. I don't know why I even bothered to remember all this. It's pretty stupid, in the grand scheme of things. You know, there are starving people in Africa, after all.

I could have simply hit ignore on the IM, and just continued about my life.

I wish I was the ignore type. I never have been. I discuss what's bothering me, we talk about it, and then I promptly forget it. I don't harbor grudges. I let things go but only after I've been given my chance to share. I'm a forgiver. I hate this childish nonsense I'm about to tell you. I'm sorry to clog up your blog reading with this. But well, it's my blog. I'mma talk about it. I'll be back to normal soon, I promise.

But, for those of you who has been following, here's the rest of the story. It's choppy. Stream of consciousness or whatever.

The last time we saw each other was 10 months ago. They came over here. We just sat back all night, played cards and drank vodka. It happens. We're grown folk. We decided that we'd all "kidnap" Mrs. Drama and take her to the bedroom. She "suddenly" got her period so we backed up & went in the living room. We were all in various stages of undress. The boyfriend was naked. Somehow we ended up having one of those deep conversations that you only have when you're drunk or stoned, about things we'd change about ourselves. The conversation turned to Mrs. Drama, who has serious self esteem issues. She said her piece. We all told her that we thought she was gorgeous and shouldn't feel bad about herself. The conversation died down and (as usual) we started talking about sex again. We all started talking about how much we'd like to eat Mrs. Drama out.

The boyfriend proclaimed "OK, Mrs. Drama. I'm going to eat your pussy. I'd love to eat your pussy"

Mr. Drama said "I'd love to watch."

I said "Let's go!" and we all hauled her off to the bedroom again. We teased her and tickled her and then she said that she really wasn't in the mood. Fair enough. Mr. Drama and I left Mrs. Drama in my boyfriend on the bed. They were just sort of laying there cuddling a little bit. Mr. Drama and I went into the other room, laughing at the "lovebirds" who were cuddling. Suckers.

As soon as I sat down on the couch, Mr. Drama starts kissing me. It had been months since we played. It didn't take but a few moments before we were both naked, he was wrapped up with a condom and fucking me.

Only this time, instead of whispering something dirty in my ear, he said that he thought I was beautiful and a great girl. Then he mumbled something about "if things were different". I didn't know what that meant. The haze of pure lust that I was lost in before suddenly disappeared. Like it never existed. I was mid-animal-crazed-orgasm, and it suddenly hit the floor and melted in between the cracks of the floor. All of a sudden, the whole situation just seemed plain stupid.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

He mumbled something about how I was a great girl, and I lived in a great neighborhood (yeah, OK! that's something sexy to hear) and how if he lived here we'd know everyone in the neighborhood. I didn't try and think about what he meant. We had a lot of vodka that night.

It all sounds kind of stupid, now that I say it out loud. I couldn't believe I was letting all this excess drama in my life. He thrusted his cock into me a couple of times, lost his erection, and then pulled me on his lap. I still liked straddling him, even though I thought I'd had some sort of epiphany.

The rest of the night and the following morning was uneventful. We went to sleep. Woke up. I bought donuts and coffee for everyone for breakfast. I honestly thought that we had worked through whatever drama and we could go back to being occasional fucking friends again.

I thought that I'd broken out of my selfish, horny haze.

And yet, the Drama is STILL not over. (I'm pretty sure at this point, a lot of you are hoping it is)

A couple of days later, the shit hits the fan. Mrs. Drama calls me up. We were having a pleasant conversation, making plans for her birthday. Then, out of nowhere she says. "Oh, and next time we hang out, could you tell your boyfriend not to get so drunk. Mr. Drama was pissed"

"I'm sorry, what?" I thought her statement was a little out of line, considering we were all just as toasted.

"Well, I was just saying. He was drunk. He kept saying how gorgeous I was and that he wanted to eat my pussy"

I didn't get angry at first, because I really wanted to sit back and put myself in her shoes for a moment. I could understand how she might have felt a little ganged up on because we really did spend a lot of time talking to her, the three of us. Especially her boyfriend and mine. I could understand that. I could understand if she wasn't happy about it. But I really hated how she said it, and how she couldn't just be mature enough to say what bothered her. And really, how can you be pissed off at a guy you fucked for saying he wanted you? But, I simply said "Really? What was it about it that made him so mad?"

Her voice started to get really nervous. She stuttered a bit, and I could hear her fumbling for a cigarette. "No, I mean it's cool. I mean it's just that it made him jealous. You know how he gets."

I didn't say anything. She goes about the rest of her conversation. I can hear her getting increasingly nervous, like she realized she just smacked a lion on the nose, and it was going to bite her any second. She finally said "Well, what's wrong. You don't sound like you're very happy right now"

I am furious, especially considering what Mr. Drama had said to me that night. Talk about drunken nonsense. But I let that go. I simply told her "Not for nothing, but if Mr. Drama has a problem, then he needs to speak to my boyfriend. I'm sure he could speak to him directly about it. If you're upset, then you just could say that."

She just said "Don't be mad. We really like you guys. We just were wanted to say..."

I said "I understand. I just wish that instead of hiding behind you, and pretending that everything is OK when you're in my house, that he would say it then."

I was pissed as hell, but she had a point, so I wasn't going to explode on her. We ended the conversation amicably, she said she'd call me later on in the week so we could plan something for her birthday.

That was the last we'd heard from them. We sent an email. They never answered it. She removed me from her friends list on myspace. (Which is so childish, but dammit that made me mad as hell)

Strangely, Mr. Drama still kept me as a myspace friend. I was touched and yet annoyed.

Months went by. The boyfriend and I healed. We knew what happened. What I did. What he did. Swore that our relationship was worth more.

She left her watch here the last night they were over, the boyfriend threw it away.

We have since changed cell phone numbers. Screen names have been deleted from chat. We had written them off, decided that we were better off, and forgot about them. They were too much Drama. Too much stress. We had spent too much time arguing about them (with the whole slut weekend thing) It was unfortunate, but we learned our lesson.

Just last week, the boyfriend pulled our certification for them off the site (I thought that was childish, but he felt like we needed to, so he did) and we thought that whole ugly chapter was over.

And then, the other night, guess who IMs me. I couldn't answer at first because I was on the phone.

20 minutes later I step to the computer, check my messages, and look.

It's Mr. Drama, acting like nothing had happened.

What the fuck?

He begins to flirt with me. I tell him that's it's weird to hear from them. He claims not to know what happened. He then tells me he & Mrs. Drama have broken up. The boyfriend asks who it is. I tell him. He says "I cant believe you're talking to this guy, after all that happened" I wanted to finally clear everything up. I hated having this whole thing end like it did. It felt sneaky to me, after everything.

Mr. Drama and I talk. I told him the problem that we had with them. He claims not to have known any of it. (we both think he's lying) He wants to come over for drinks. (That's not happening) He says he really does like us, he thinks we're great, and that his ex girlfriend is crazy. She was lying about him to us, etc. etc.

Well, for what ever it was worth. We talked. I felt better.

But the boyfriend didn't.

He was furious at me for talking again. We had a huge fight that night. He couldn't believe that I would talk to them again. I couldn't believe that he would rather just not say anything. Ignore them. I thought that was petty. People have a right to know why you're pissed off.

But, on any account, Drama has walked back in. Just when things were going good.

I know it'll pass. But, for what it's worth, that's what we're going through right now.

Blindsided by drama...the saga continues.

2006-08-24T19:08:00.000-04:00

Like I said before. We would have been best friends, if we never had sex with each other.

But dammit the sex. It was just so fucking good. Sigh. I almost hate to get into it because I know my boyfriend reads this blog, and it's probably not his favorite subject to hear, but well, it's the truth. If he asked, I would tell him the same thing.

Mr. Drama was really really my type. A shorter, stockier AC Slater. He was a fantastic flirt. I knew he wanted me & he knew I wanted him. Like when we talked to each other, we were stroking our own egos in a way. It sounds weird, I know.

I don't even know why the sex was so fantastic. He never ate my pussy. He wasn't much for foreplay. He was rough with me (actually, that part was fantastic) His dick was on the small side. But when he fucked me it was like we were a bunch of wild, horny animals. He would make me cum over and over, and when I'd try and slither away from him, exhausted, he'd only fuck me harder.

He'd cram his fingers in my pussy (no care was taken with that either, but my pussy was always be so wet it didn't matter) and just look at me. His eyes would tell me to cum. And I would. Then he'd whisper something in my ear "You liked that didn't you" which, in his cocky tone of voice would really mean "Of course you liked that, you dirty slut" My answer was to put his cock in my mouth, and suck on it because I did like it, I was a dirty slut and I wanted more. I think the whispering was my favorite.

The chemistry between us was just pure lust I guess. I can't really explain it any better. He could fuck me all night and I'd still be ready to go in the morning. I couldn't get enough. I don't think he could either. Once the four of us were watching a movie and Mr. Drama decided the best thing to do would be to finger my pussy. He made me cum, silently, shuddering while everyone else watched a movie. I loved the secretiveness of it all, like we were back in high school making out during a movie.

The boyfriend hated it. He understood the wild animal horniness. He didn't mind that. He would have loved to watch. The problem was, he never got the chance. He would always end up having an awkward conversation with Mrs. Drama. Because, of course, she had a headache or she was too sleepy. And, being a gentleman, he'd never go in and leave her sitting there on the couch. And me, being completely lost in the moment, and completely naive, and (let's call it what it is) extremely selfish, would always just go with it. I believed her, maybe she wasn't feeling well. She always talked about how cute she thought my boyfriend was. And, well, she'd make it up to him the next time.

See, this swinging thing isn't as easy as it looks on paper. There's more to this story. I'll continue later.

Blindsided by Drama

2006-08-23T13:14:00.000-04:00

Yeah, so last night I was typing a post about the new couple we met when all of a sudden, Drama jumps right into my living room.

I was blindsided.

The male half of a couple we had cut ties with all of a sudden sends me an IM. I talked about them a little bit here but, so you can get the whole story, I'll bring you up to speed about them now.

It's a long story.

They were the second couple we met. We really hit it off superbly well with them. They were about our age, and basically, when we hung out we did what most people our age do. Drink and hang out. Watch movies. Make out. Have a threesome. Have lots of ridiculous sex. Smoke cigarettes. Play cards. (I think that's what the kids are doing these days) We had a great time with them every time we hung out.

A great time except every time we saw them, there was drama. Lots and lots of drama. The first time we played, she accidentally called my boyfriend the same pet name she calls her boyfriend. She said he got pissed & didn't want to hang out with us for a while. Um. OK. No problem. One time we were over playing card games and she invited another friend over from the site (who is a great girl by the way- more on her another time) We had a great time that night- until Mrs. Drama told us her friend needed someone to take her friend back into Manhattan. It was 3 am. My boyfriend, Mr. Drama and I hopped on the train. Mrs. Drama went to bed. We got back to their apartment well after the sun came up. Mrs. Drama was still sleeping.

There were many problems with this couple. They definitely made their mistakes. We definitely made ours. They basically had the red flags of couples who you shouldn't play with tattooed on their foreheads. Why did we keep hanging out with them? Two reasons. 1. If we never had sex with them, we would have been best friends. And 2. I really loved fucking them.

Wait. Hold up Ella- some of you may be asking. (The others may have already checked out to read about hot sex on another blog, lol) What do you mean you really loved fucking them? What about your boyfriend? And what's this about a threesome?

Yeah. So. Here is where I fucked up. One week my boyfriend was going out of town. So, I basically told him that while he was away, I was going to Mr. and Mrs. Drama's house. He was not happy. I told him too bad. I had planned a week full of sexual depravity. To me, it seemed like it was the first time in my adult life that I could actually do what I wanted without having to answer to someone else, and I felt like he should let me do it. I would have let him. (which is true)

I know. The balls on me. It was fucked up. I feel terrible about being such an asshole. I've asked him to forgive me. He has, for the most part.

And even after all this- we hung out with this couple again. A couple more times after the weekend of depravity. No sex for the most part. We must have been gluttons for punishment. We really liked this couple. If we never had sex, we would have been best friends I tell you.

(to be continued)

Pour some Sugasm on me!

2006-08-21T23:14:00.000-04:00

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The dark basement of dirty secrets

2006-08-18T02:16:00.000-04:00

You never forget your first time.

That's what's so spectacular about the first time. It is always in your memory, no matter how uneventful it was.

I remember the first time I kissed a guy. Cute little Billy, in his parent's pool. I remember him kissing me in the eighth grade, and me thinking to myself, rather un-enthused "Oh. That's his tongue in my mouth. I guess this is my first kiss" Wow. Spectacular. Fireworks.

I remember the first time I kissed a guy and really meant it. (And not because we were dating and were supposed to make out at his pool party.) He was my best friend's boyfriend. I didn't think he was so hot, but he was the only eligible guy in the neighborhood. And he seemed to like me, I guess. I was horny as fuck and really loved the attention. I remember how earnestly he said that he liked me. So, of course, the next logical answer was to make out with him. That bastard made me so horny I would have fucked him, given the opportunity.

I can close my eyes and remember his scent to this day- it was an intoxicating mix of pubesecent sweat and Gravity cologne. One day we went out to the woods to make out. He touched my boobs. I stopped him because I thought that was what I supposed to do. After that he went back to my friend. I'll spare you the high school drama from that story. I still remember his smell though. It still turns me on. The boyfriend (current man) tried on Gravity in a store and I immediately started kissing him. I asked him to buy it once, so I could pretend I was still in high school and making out like a mad woman.

When I met the boyfriend (the current guy...it seems I always refer to him as "the boyfriend") I was still in high school. We met online. Thank god the internet was safer those days- we met in a chatroom for teens- and I thought it was OK for him to come over to my house. So he came over The first date was harmless. Innocent movie watching. But, as soon as he came to my door that day, I knew I wanted him.

Our first date was harmless. Our second date involved me lying to my parents and saying we went to see "Hercules" but instead we went to his house (his parents were home, mind you. I wouldn't be so irresponsible) and he ate my pussy upstairs. I sucked his dick a little bit too, but his little brother walked in on us. The movie Seven was playing instead of Hercules.

I informed him on the way home that he better call me his girlfriend because I wasn't a slut. (isn't that cute!)

Soon after, as the summer was just reaching its peak- as it was getting as hot as it ever would- he called me to tell me he was on his way over to pick me up. I smirked. I was standing in front of the dresser mirror and told him- "why don't you stop and pick up some condoms on the way?" I figured I might was well fuck this guy when I had the chance.

He stuttered. I remember him blubbering over his words as he said it. "Oh. Well. Ok... I mean.. Yeah... I.. I can do that"

"All right. See you in about 30 minutes?" I thought that us screwing was the next step in a long series of events. We made out. We sucked each other off. I remember the first time he made my pussy squirt. It was well after midnight some summer night... I was sitting on the hood of his car. I was kissing him good night when somehow his hand found his way between my jean shorts and my panties. He pushed his finger inside me until I had (one of my first) orgasms, and I saw it shoot out of my pussy.

The night I demanded him bring condoms was pretty uneventful. The act itself was pretty uneventful. We were making out, he fingered me, he put his cock inside me, and then I promptly told him to stop because I might get pregnant.

But- the months- years! That followed. Wow. We managed to fuck in so many ways without making a sound ( we were in my parents basement) I remember cumming so much that I would leave a huge wet spot on the bed, and having to sleep downstairs so it wouldn't be discovered. We did so much stuff, I'm not sure how I even knew what to do. I remember asking him to fuck my ass on New Years eve because I was on my period... god bless that basement.

You don't forget your first time. I still get horny everytime I see that bed, the navy blue comforter, the dim light bulb shining on little secrets.

I owe you one!

2006-08-17T08:14:00.000-04:00

Um, I feel asleep last night right after I came. Hard.

Not so nice of me.

I"m sorry Baby, I owe you one!

..another quick update

2006-08-15T00:41:00.000-04:00

Yeah, so I'm trying to woo this guy from the couple we met the other night into fucking me.

It's like pulling teeth, a bit.

I know he's into me. The I-think-she's-not-looking-so-I'll-stare-at-her breasts game can only take you so far.

When we're chatting, and I'm basically begging you to show some interest, then is the time.

Jeez. I love a challenge. This should be fun.

details to follow...

2006-08-12T04:42:00.000-04:00

We didn't fuck tonight.

We did have one of the best times ever.

Nothing but good to come of this meeting, that's for sure.

Finally! A new couple!

2006-08-10T22:40:00.000-04:00

Tommorow night we're off to meet the newbie couple. I have a sexy, yet not too crazy outfit planned. Camoflage mini shirt, white halter top. Lots o' leg, lots o boob, yet won't scare away the elderly or make nilla folk whisper behind their hands.

Let's cross our fingers for a good meet!

...they get me every time

2006-08-10T07:57:00.000-04:00

I really like being part of political debates. It's interesting to me.

There's a political forum on an adult website that we belong to. I always want to post. But these people are way into it! The conversation goes over my head everytime.

And yet, late at night I get the posting bug. And I do. And I always say something stupid. And the next morning, I'm always promptly corrected.

Sigh.

I just can't hang.

the trifecta

2006-08-07T23:55:00.000-04:00

yep.

cause I wanna

2006-08-07T23:51:00.000-04:00

here's another.

hope ya like.

Sigh. Not so good on the homefront

2006-08-07T23:42:00.002-04:00

Thank you for your heat beating tips everyone. I think I've cooled down enough (temperature wise) to be able to type without collapsing from heat exhaustion.

But, on another note- I'm on fire right now, in more ways than one. I feel like grinding my pussy against any cool surface. I've been crossing my legs just to grind my pussy against my leg. It's bad. I'd be humping like a monkey if it weren't for nature's all clear signal. And, in the (much) less sexy way, I thought I'd use a new razor and shave the hey-naner-naner. (I always shave, but now I'm using a men's razor. Apparently, they don't fuck around when they make those. That bitch was sharp) Now I got razor burn. So not only do I need a good pounding, and want to grind up against any thing I see, but I also have razor burn. Which makes said grinding a pain. Yes. Score one for me! Things are going fabulous for me right now.

Sigh.

There's a pic.

It's flippin hot

2006-08-02T17:46:00.000-04:00

I can't take it.

My AC barely works.

I'm sweaty.

Grumpy.

I got my pussy eaten this morning. It was nice.

Tried masturbating a couple of hours ago, but batteries are dead. Probably melted due to heat.

Too hot to go into details.

Thinking about using ice cubes to cool down.

C'mere and gimme some sugasam

2006-07-31T20:23:00.000-04:00

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Sunday Confession (http://wetbeyondbelief.blogspot.com)

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That friend...

2006-07-30T22:15:00.000-04:00

Do you have a friend that always calls right when you're busy?

One of the boyfriend's best friends has this uncanny knack to call whenever we are fucking, starting a movie, or in the middle of a television show.

It doesn't matter when either. We could be fucking at three AM or sitting down for a movie in the afternoon. And ring! Guess who that is?

And the boyfriend always answers (well not when we're doin it) but every other time he will answer.

Then they talk for an hour plus about football.

And we never see the movie.

I'm so annoyed about it right now, but what am I going to do? It's not like he does it on purpose.

Sigh. Guess I'll go perv some blogs :)

Because the words aren't coming to me

2006-07-29T23:20:00.000-04:00

Swinger update:

We have been chatting with a sexy couple who we're so excited about meeting. They are sexy, funny, swinger virgins, they know a lot of polyamorous lesbians, and they have Guitar Hero. This may be a match made in heaven, or hell. Whatever. We'll see what happens. I'll keep yous guys posted.

My posting words just aren't flowing so eloquently tonight, so I'm grabbing a questionnaire from the always lovely and eloquent Avah.

--when was your last kiss?
this morning

--For or against same sex marriage?
For! Any one against same sex marriage is an idiot. Who cares what someone else does with their life if it doesn't hurt anyone else?

-- are you bisexual?
yup.

--do you believe in God?
Oh lord. I think I do, but I don't know if that's all the days of Sunday school. I do believe that there is a consequence for our actions, although I doubt there is a fiery pit called hell.

-- how many US states have you been to?
7. I'm an east coast gal

--how many of the US states have you lived in?
4

--have you ever lived outside the US?
nope.

--name something you like physically about yourself:
my dimples are cute!

--name something non physical you like about yourself:
I can be funny when the stars are aligned right

--what is your dream car?
Purple metallic jaguar with white leather interior. And vibrating seats.

--if you could go anywhere in the world, where would you go?
back to Jamaica, the Galapagos (even though I'm really prissy around animals) Australia, for an outback fuckfest, Tahiti, and Santorini

-- have you ever had someone of the opposite sex over at your house while your parents were gone?
Isn't that what you're supposed to do?

-- how many concerts have you gone to?
3 as a grown ass woman..but I kind of hate concerts

-- do you download music?
I want to but I'm the asshole who can't figure out where to go

-- how many illegal things have you done?
depends on what state you're in

--where would you want to go on a first date?
someplace where we can chat, drink coffe and allow me to lay on the charm

--has anyone ever sang or played for you personally?
the boyfriend sings for me all the time

--ever been kissed under fireworks?
yes, i think

--Do you like president Bush?
Don't be stupid. I'm so not red state. I should punch you in the face for asking :)

-- have you ever bungee jumped?
I would die of pure terror if I did. And yet be strangely turned on/

--have you ever crashed a car?
It wasn't my fault, it was the other asshole!

--has anyone more than 10 years older than you hit on you?
Yes

--have you met a real redneck?
Yes. He was black though. Does it count if his neck wasn't actually red? ;)

--are you interested in anyone right now?
yeah. I'm alive aren't I?

--what song are you listening to right now?
Animals, nickleback

--what is your current favorite song?
er, I'm loving Storm Large and "Anything Anything" right now. I'm completely hooked on Howard on Sirius, so I haven't really listened to new music since January. I do love my "workout explosion" CD with such greats as Jay-Z, Weezer, Prince, Sublime, Sam Cooke, Biggie, and etc.

--what was the last movie you watched?
Underworld Evolutions. Nonsense. Only watch for Kate Beckinsale in a tight outfit

-- who was the last person that told you they loved you?
the boyfriend

--where was the last place you went besides your house?
Work. No fun.

-- have you ever seriously vandalized someone elses property?
No, that's mean.

-- ever hit someone of the opposite sex?
Yes, I can charm the pants off any man if I want! (or so I think)

--what's the first thing you notice about the opposite sex?
eyes. I want to tell if he's dirty in bed, and usually the eyes have it

--what turns you on?
I like a lot of passion. If a guy has a temper, I kind of dig it. If he gets all worked up about something, be it superheros, football or just all worked up in general, it's a turn on. I like the sex to be a little rough and a little mean, but not disrespectful. Same with the women, but I also enjoy women who aren't so much aggressive...but still need the passion

--what do you usually order from starbucks?
2% sugar free vanilla late with extra foam (was it George Carlin who said the bigger the starbucks order the bigger the asshole?) :)

-- what is one of your sexual fantasies?
How much time ya got? Well, there is a fantasy about a cute little guy eating my pussy out in the shower for hours. (yeah tame I know) Maybe it goes back to all the private time I had with the massaging shower head back in the day.

--tell something totally weird about yourself:
I'm terrified of frogs. Frogs suck. Their necks are gross. Cartoon frogs I'm OK with. I saw a lady on Maury who was scared of frogs, and I was cheering her on. Maury was mean for making her look at them, the bastard.

--do you have an i-pod?
Not yet, I have made it my reward to get one.

--has anyone ever said you looked like a celebrity?
I get Sinclair from Living Single a lot, but we look nothing alike. I think it's because we're bubbly, and deceptively dumb. (I'm not an airhead, but I do ask stupid questions from time to time)

--do you still watch kiddy movies or tv show?
When I (may or may not) was a pothead, pokemon was the shit. Now, not so much.

-- do you have braces?
No. My teeth are really nice actually! (my perv dentist, who asked me to squeeze his hand to make him hard told me I needed braces, but I didn't. Jerk.)

--are you comfortable with your height?
yes. I'm 5'8. I wish I were taller so I could look thinner :D

--when do you know its love?
I dunno. Butterflies or whatever, I guess.

--do you speak any other languages besides English?
Stewardess, I speak jive.

--what kind of alcohol do you enjoy while out?
Yeah. Alcohol is good, and good for you.

--what magazines do you read?
I love magazines. ESPN, Playboy, Cooking Light, Lucky, etc.

--have you ever ridden in a limo?
Yes, for my eighth grade dinner dance. My eighth grade boyfriend was a spectacular kisser.

--has anyone you were close with passed away?
No, thank goodness. The closest was my Papa. Unfortunatly, I suppose I will have to answer this question in the future.

--what's something that really annoys you?
Yeah. I can go on rants about the stupidest shit. Right now (thanks AIM music) I'm furious about R. Kelly. He comes out with a bunch of nonsense music, people buy his CDs, and so it becomes OK that he pees on people like Aaliayah and other underage gals. Then he goes off and wears a retarded mask and calls himself the ArUh. I hate him.

Generally, I'm pretty easy going, but things like that annoy the piss outta me.

--what's something you really like?
I really like beer.

--do you like Michael Jackson?
No. He creeps me out. Always have. But damn that Billy Jean is catchy.

--can you dance?
Well... my excuse has always been black people can dance, but it skips a generation. My parents can dance. I shake my ass like a drunken fool.

--have you ever surfed?
No, but I would. Point Break made it look easy. If Keanu can do it, can't we all?

--do you know how to pump gas?
Yes, and I hate people who can't. How helpless are you? What would you do if you didn't live in Jersey?

--do you drive?
Yes, thank god. I've driven the same car since I was 16 (I'm 25) although, it was 2 versions of the exact same car. Color and all.

--what was the latest you have ever stayed up?
I don't know. If I stay up that late, it's in a haze.

--have you ever thought you were honestly going to die?
No, not really.

--were you ever rushed by an ambulance into the emergency room?
No thank god. I'd like to keep that streak alive, thank you.

Hmm, wonder how true this one is?

2006-07-29T21:52:00.000-04:00

Your Seduction Style: Au Natural

You rank up there with your seduction skills, though you might not know it.
That's because you're a natural at seduction. You don't realize your power!
The root of your natural seduction power: your innocence and optimism.

You're the type of person who happily plays around and creates a unique little world.
Little do you know that your personal paradise is so appealing that it sucks people in.
You find joy in everything - so is it any surprise that people find joy in you?

You bring back the inner child in everyone you meet with your sincere and spontaneous ways.
Your childlike (but not childish) behavior also inspires others to care for you.
As a result, those who you befriend and date tend to be incredibly loyal to you.

What Kind of Seducer Are You?

Everything Goes: HNT 25 - We're Engaged Edition

2006-07-27T22:26:00.000-04:00

Everything Goes: HNT 25 - We're Engaged Edition

Go and congratulate the happy couple on their engagement!

The morning after

2006-07-27T01:05:00.000-04:00

I waited till I heard the door click, and I turned it on.

The vibrations were so subtle- and yet it felt like such a shock against my pussy that had been neglected for the past week. She wasn't neglected because she had done anything wrong. It's just that nature's "all clear" flag was waving, and it wasn't in any mood to do anything but.

But, now that we're in the all clear, she needed some attention.

I sent him a text message the morning before- marked urgent.

He called twice before he read that message. I made my usual call from work that day. "Hey! How's your morning? Got any morning jobs?"

He sounded flustered. " I thought something was wrong. Are you OK?"

"Yeah, I'm OK? What's up with you?" I asked, concerned. I could here the worry in his voice, but given my text that I had sent him, I couldn't figure out why he'd be so worried.

"I got an urgent message from you, and I didn't know if you were hurt on side the road & couldn't get to a phone"

"Oh." I said, embarrassed. "Did you read the message I sent?"

"No. I've been trying to call you all morning" The blinking "missed message" light confirmed his story.

My bad.

I was trying to be cute and sort of sexy. I had sent him a text message about how horny I was. It was ( in so many abbreviated words) about how much I couldn't wait 2 rid his cok and fck him silly.

Um, yeah. I thought by sending my nonsense message as urgent, he'd get the joke. Yes, I needed cock right away, or else I'd spend the afternoon eating out my cute crazy co worker. Instead of picturing girls dyking out, he had a vision of my bloody broken body on side the road. Not quite the picture I wanted to send.

I called him later, and we joked about the fake urgency of my message.

Yeah, I was joking. I didn't need to be fucked that second.

And yet I did.

All day I was thinking about him on top of me, cramming my pussy full of his cock. I though of his sweat dripping off into my mouth and biting his neck.

Somehow I made it though work that day, but I knew I needed to be fucked.

That night, I waited till his defenses were down.

I waited till he was least expecting it.

He walked out, Rockstar Supernova was blaring on the TV.

I promptly started licking his balls.

He grinned. His balls had been neglected too for the past 5 days or so.

I licked every inch of his cock, feeling every twitch under my tongue.

I would have paid more attention to it- really I would. But my pussy was on fire, and if he didn't fuck me I would have spontaneously combusted.

I looked up at him, my lips shining from the half blow job I'd just given him.

"Will you fuck me?" I asked earnestly. I really didn't want anything but.

Lucky for me he obliged.

He pushed his cock in me, and it felt like heaven. Better. It felt like I was soaring above the clouds.

I came hard, shuddering, babbling a bunch of nonsense.

I fell asleep. The next morning, I woke up, remembering. And as soon as he left, I grabbed my purple rabbit to feel it again.

I'm around

2006-07-23T19:11:00.000-04:00

Been feeling OK, just not very blog-y. I'll be back with a hot story for you guys soon :)

sigh

2006-07-17T02:42:00.000-04:00

I had an entire spectacular post for you guys about cherries and temptation

My coumpter ate it.

Fury!

ohmigawd I'm gonna have a Sugasm

2006-07-14T19:01:00.000-04:00

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2006-07-11T21:17:00.000-04:00

Aww, wow! The poo incident is on this week's Sex Blog Roundup!

That's very cool! Thank you! Welcome if you're coming here from there!

Please stop by and read what the other sex bloggers are doing out there. And come back, and come often!

And take this lesson with you- a week of jerk chicken and Jamaican rum can end in both disaster and hilarity.

An Open Letter to Fans of the World Cup

2006-07-09T19:01:00.000-04:00

I'm not anti World Cup.

I'm not anti-pride. I think people should be proud of where their families came from.

But please, Italy fans, could you knock it off with the cheering already?

I'm glad your team won, really I am.

But I don't need to hear you honk your horn down every single highway. I don't need to see some drunk guy dangling out the window holding a flag, screaming some nonsense out at the top of his lungs.

I get it. Yay soccer!

But please, please stop with the horns and the screaming.

I don't mean to single out Italians. This goes for anyone who finds that appropriate ways to cheer your country is to dangle a flag from the hood of your Honda Civic, ( in such a way so it flips up and covers your windshield) speed down the highway and honk your horn. And then scream out the window.

We would all love to share in your victory, really we would. It's just that you're screaming as you're driving 85 down the highway. We can't understand you. That, and we can't hear over your honking.

If you don't mind, could you please find a less obnoxious way to cheer?

Thank you.

Salvation (or, all about anal sex)

2006-07-07T23:58:00.000-04:00

I don't ask for it often, but when I do, it's on. I want nothing more than cum in my ass. It's that simple.

When I want it- I feel like the spirit has taken over me. I'm obsessed. There's nothing more I want than to feel my asshole stuffed full of cock. I always demand that he cums in my ass.

I love the feeling the next morning when cum is dripping out my ass.

"Oh no Santa. Last time you came round here I ain't shit right for a week"

That's my usual excuse, when I don't want it.

Funny, it my excuse when I do.

It's always Christmas, when I want anal.

I remember one morning, when I woke up with the Spirit.

His room had the perfect amount of light. In the morning when the light came, the light made everything sparkle. Everything would shimmer, as if it had a halo.

My halo is a bit skewed.

I woke up, the room illuminated. I leaned over and bit his nipple.

He woke with a start, surprised (and pleased) by the sudden sensation.

I smiled at him, and began to lick his cock. Not because I wanted to feel his cock shudder against my tongue. I needed a good ass fucking, without KY.

When I had licked his cock..it was enough to make it jump under my tongue- I gave him a smile. It was my up-to-no-good smile. I know he loves it. I love it.

I straddled him. I felt nothing but his cock when it quivered against my asshole. I shoved it in.

Suddenly I was full.

Were harps playing in the background? I couldn't tell over the moans.

I rode his cock. I could feel nothing but his cock. I only wanted it deeper. I felt as if it would come out of my mouth cause it was so deep. I wanted nothing more.

My legs were spread wide over his bed, my ass pushing hard against his cock. I wanted more. It was just too good.

I could feel every movement of his cock. Was every thrust a confession?

What do you have to confess?

We came in a heap on his bed. His eyes sparkled in the light.

Salvation, at last.

Hedo isn't all shits and giggles

2006-07-06T23:05:00.000-04:00

It's mainly giggles.

Despite the poo incident, we had an amazing time at Hedo. We're already making plans to go back next year for our 10th anniversary (we will have been together next year, 10 yrs since high school)

I hate to sound corny but this trip really changed my life. I got on a plane (was terrified the entire time, but I did it anyway.) It really made me realize that people are just looking for a good time. It helped to make me less anti-social...sometimes it's hard to get me to go out & meet people. But if you're talking to some guy at a pool bar, tits exposed for the world to see-- and he has more back hair than Big Foot (and as you're talking to him you realize that you were grinding against his cock at the disco the night before) things just aren't so awkward anymore. We met so many spectacular people. It's nice. I miss it.

All about my summer vacation

2006-07-04T12:08:00.000-04:00

Man oh Man.

Hedo is really some crazy shit.

We were there only three nights and it just wasn't long enough. Just as soon as we got used to the freedom of it all, it was time to go home.

I've been dying to share our trip. Everyone's been asking me how was Hedo? Did you have fun? Were there swingers everywhere? Did you go naked? But it's been the wrong people asking. I don't really want to tell people at work that I spent most nights dancing in the disco, grinding up against various men and women. I really didn't want to tell my boss that I hooked up with a hot couple that we'll never see again- can't even remember their names or their faces.

Yes, Hedo was fantastic. We've never had more fun in our entire lives. Yes, there were swingers there. Yes, we went naked. And oh yes, we met a sexy couple, but things went horribly, hysterically wrong. This is not a story for the faint of heart, ladies and gentlemen. Go ahead and google search something nice like flowers and bunnies if you don't want to hear anything nasty.

The last night, in the wee hours of the morning- the boyfriend and I decided to go and try our hand at some public sex in the hot tub. Just as we were getting hot and heavy, the boyfriend decides to run out the hot tub to take off his watch. A couple across the pool who were busy getting hot and heavy themselves, motions for us to come over. So I did.

"Hey," the guy said between kisses on his woman's mouth and tits. "Can you give us a hand?" I stared the guy up and down. He was a tall, dark muscular man, with a shaved head. His lips were full. His female half was smirking at me. She was cute, round but not fat, with an ass that seemed to keep her perfectly afloat in the water. She starting rubbing my tits.

"Sure" I said, and started rubbing my hands on her tits. Her nipples were dark and puffy, like a warm chocolate cookie. She grabbed my hands and put on her pussy. It was fuzzy and slick. Her man was busy playing with my tits. My boyfriend gets back in the pool. We're all playing. It's fun.

I remember sucking the guy's cock. It was good. It wasn't huge, but it definitely filled my mouth nicely and I was loving every inch of it in my mouth.

We decided to take it back into our room. The other couple weren't guests at Hedo, but were visiting on a day pass and had to leave. We gave them our room number and I thought that would have been the last we'd see of them.

Apparently not. The boyfriend went back out to find them. He found them sneaking through the bushes like they were sneaking through the jungles in 'Nam. I had made myself comfortable on the bed and was half asleep when the girl and her guy pounce on me in the bedroom. She started eating me out hard and it was fantastic! The next few minutes was just a mass of steamy sex on my bed. I remember sucking her pussy and finger fucking her, and just as she was about to cum my boyfriend came and finished her with his tongue.

It was really hot. There was fucking, sucking. The girl must have came about 4-5 times. Then, I looked over just as she was cumming, and I thought I saw something come out of her ass.

I couldn't really see. And her man decided at that moment to put his cock in my mouth, so I was distracted.

But then our room started to smell like shit.

Then, at some point her man decided to yell "fuck the shit out of her" and I was done. There would be no cumming (or sleeping for me that night)

The girl shit on our bed.

Bless her little heart, she didn't know what happened. I rolled over. My boyfriend had a look on his face like "What the fuck?" The girl looked perfectly happy, and said to her man "I came a lot, didn't I daddy?" She looked perfectly content and happy. Her man said to her (rather insensitively, I might add) "You shit, everywhere A." he said.

She looked so confused. I know she was so embarrassed. As she started to realize what happened she ran into the bathroom. Her man started folding up the sheets on the bed. Then he went into the bathroom with her. Suddenly, I was sober.

My boyfriend looked at me, and said with the most panicked look on his face, "We need cigarettes!" and ran out the room, as naked as the day he was born.

I sat on the couch. "Um, you can use our shower if you need to." I really didn't know what else to say. I was horribly embarrassed for the girl, but I just couldn't say "Oh, it's OK that you shit in my bed. No problem" A week of jerk chicken and Jamaican rum had fucked up her system I guess.

Her boyfriend leaves the bathroom. He says, "So, uh what's your name?" I tell him. He tells me his. Apparently he lives about 30 miles away. Then he says "Maybe we'll met up again sometime." I smile politely, and he leaves.

At that moment, the girl's sister comes in. I decided at this point to go ahead and get dressed. The girl (bless her heart) was freaking out. She had soap on one arm and she's babbling the story to her sister. Meanwhile, her sister is making small talk with me like "Oh, where are you from? How much does it cost to stay here?" Then, the girl mumbles something about exchanging phone numbers, that she wanted us to go on her cruise next year, then she runs out the room. She left half her bathing suit, one shoe and a bag of weed.

I sat there in silence after they left, staring at the mess of bedsheets in the corner of the room, the bathing suit left on the floor, the still trees out of the wide open window- there wasn't enough breeze to waft away the smell. The sun had come up.

My boyfriend comes back a few minutes later, totally dejected. "I couldn't find any cigarettes" he said.

We left later that afternoon.

Sugasm, baby

2006-07-01T22:53:00.000-04:00

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Women in Red (myhotbox.blogspot.com)

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Anthony Guerra, Pin Up Artist (eroticandy.blogspot.com)

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On Belts and Hotel Rooms (spankingwriters.com/blog)

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Swapping and Smooching on the Strip (taratainton.com)

Stories You Wouldn’t Write Home About: Jekyll, Hyde, and the Happy Whore Place (ellabeecoquette.blogspot.com)

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My Turn, Your Turn (secretsofadirtygirl.blogspot.com)

Summer Vacation (kingdomofmean.com/sheets)

So Hot, So Hard (lustdemon.blogspot.com)

Loving vs. Fucking (fourstate.blogspot.com)

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T minus 1 day

2006-06-19T22:51:00.000-04:00

Wednesday I'm going on vacation. Never been anywhere before, never been on a plane, never been off the east coast. We're going to Jamaica, spend a couple of days in Ocho Rios then we're taking our asses to Hedo for 3 nights and coming back home!

I can't wait.

Just gotta get through work tomorrow, come home and do all the little shit like clean up, get the boyfriend a haircut, pack, arrange parking, finish all my work for the week, straighten the hair (like it'll matter so much in the humidity)....

My mind is going about a million miles an hour :)

Breathe breathe, just breathe.

The Sex Tip of the Day

2006-06-16T21:41:00.000-04:00

The Sex Tip of the day on this site is the fact that her man hugs her & listens to her after sex.

Trust me darlin, he ain't listening. He's thinking about getting a sandwich.

Jekyll, Hyde, and the Happy Whore place

2006-06-15T21:49:00.000-04:00

It's strange. You read a lot about the luck people have with swinging, how much of hot and steamy of a time they have switching partners in several hours of sweaty bliss. It's fantastic when it works out that way. Straight out of a porno right into your living room.

The boyfriend and I, on a whole, probably aren't the most successful swingers. We've been actively looking for couples for well over two years now, have met less than 10 couples, played with less than half that, and of those maybe one or two who we'd play with more (meaning more than every 6 months) if time/distance/work schedules/time of month/whatever didn't always seem to get in the way. The times we've had with couples have been hot, definitely.

It's just been such a long time since couples. And the boyfriend (bless his little patient heart) really has not had as much as luck as I have had in the sack. It's harder for the guys I think. The women get all the attention, and it seems that the couples we've been meeting are kind of treating us like I'm the member of their own personal threesome, and my man is the poor dick in the corner, so to speak.

A lot of it is my fault. I get lost in the moment. I crave the attention. I lose all sense of time or place. I only feel pleasure. It's like someone blows an horn and just like that I turn from your average, well mannered girl next door who blushes at a dirty joke into a cum hungry orgasm crazed unstoppable slut. I love it.

Sometimes I forget though. There's been times where we've been playing and the only other person touching my man is me. (Good when it's another guy who has joined us. A little awkward when there's another woman in the mix) It's annoying to him, to say the least. And I feel guilty because I should have been more attentive.

So, we're still looking for that mysterious couple who has eluded us. The couple(s) where we both can safely lose ourselves in the happy whore place.

I'm so glad that the boyfriend is still so patient, and I know that the woman in this mysterious couple is going to be a lucky girl.

Kiss Kiss Bang Bang

2006-06-14T01:02:00.001-04:00

We just watched "Kiss Kiss Bang Bang" and it is probably one of the most clever movies I've seen in a long time. The last clever movie that I've seen before this was The Ice Harvest which after watching Kiss Kiss was dumb in comparison. (perhaps my movie selection isn't so clever) It was spectacular. The writing- (come on- I couldn't stop cracking up at the simple mention of "My Friend Flicka" ). It was fun, cool and really damn funny! I just love a good clever movie- one that I can like without hating myself because it's so damn pretentious.

On another note- I got DSL a coupla weeks ago (during the lazy phase) and I just can't stop going online. The freedom of just being able to click on that blasted e and be online is magic. I don't care what you say- it's pure magic. I'm used to hearing the hum of AOL then that mechanical "Welcome...You've got mail!" whenever I sign online. (not that I get that much email- I'm prone to staring at emails for a couple of days until I open it) Now, most of my online savvy friends have said "Ohmigod you should have got cable. It's that much faster" Yeah, I know. Shut up. I've been on AOL for damn near 10 years. I wanted to get a cable modem. I really did. But there was an issue with the cable company. We had words. I was forced to send an irate letter. I don't normally complain, but just sometimes people suck and they need to know about it. But at least if I have the the time to send you an email, the least you could do is respond. So, now I can't have cable, on general principle and all, so I'm stuck with the slower lower DSL. But DSL is magic, far as I'm concerned.

So I've been online, zipping about like a magical mad woman. It's simply spectacular, this-always-online-but-yet-you-can-use-your-telephone-spell power that people have these days (I guess I missed this level-up in the online game) Anywho... An online buddy of mine had asked on his profile (on a swinger site we're members of) if women who are into swinging for the variety of it are an anomaly. It's a good question.

We met a couple who was spectacular in every way- except for the fact that she was in no way interested in my man. She said she was for a while (meaning one date, if you count dates in the swinger world). We didn't see each other for a while afterwards. Apparently there was a problem because she called my boyfriend the same pet name she called here boyfriend when they were fooling around. Her boyfriend got pissed (which sucked for me because I only had my eyes on the prize that night- getting laid, well with various partners, of course) and then things were awkward from then on.

So, all this made me wonder (in pure Carrie style I suppose. Ever notice how she's telling a story and then just as it's getting good she begins to wonder?) if I'm weird for liking the variety. I truly enjoy making men cum. I like the different cocks you come across every day. I like seeing the effect I have. I like seeing what happens. I like seeing what I can make them do. Does that make me weird?

Kiss Kiss Bang Bang. I like kissing. I like banging. ;)

How to break out of a fog

2006-06-12T22:00:00.000-04:00

I've been the worlds laziest girl recently, and loving every second of it. I go to work, come home and watch TV. I haven't been to the gym for most of the month. I've played too much playstaion. I read the 3/4 of the Da Vinci code Saturday night (I know most people have read it already, but I haven't got a chance to yet. I really do like to read the book before the movie. Except in the case of Lord of the Rings where I just couldn't bear it) I've been to lazy to answer my email, phone, and basically do much anything.

I was so lazy that I bought a new set of dishes to avoid washing the ones I have. (Yes. I said it. It's true. Sad, but true)

I don't mind, really- I just go through these periods where all I want to do is read, play video games, watch movies and basically not talk to anyone else.

For my boyfriend, I've been a little lazy about sex too, which is unfortunate.

It's not that I'm not interested. I am. I think about fucking. My fantasies have been more about women recently. (which is normal for me too. Sometimes it's men, sometimes it's women, usually it's both) I was happy grabbing my spectacular purple vibrator and buzzing my way to bliss for an hour in the afternoon when the boyfriend was at work. But I still felt foggy, like everything was too much effort that I just didn't care to give.

Sunday morning the haze lifted. I really wanted to make the boyfriend cum. I just wanted to see his face when he gets excited, I wanted to make his cock all hard and I wanted to see his cum shoot out of his dick onto me. So I gave him a little bit of a blow job, and he was happy to oblige.

And I felt better. The fog lifted. I rearranged my scary closet. Fixed the computer. Cooked dinner.

And I have a feeling that after a good fucking I'll be back up and running.

Sex on a lazy afternoon

2006-05-29T21:52:00.000-04:00

(This is my first attempt at erotic writing. This is hard!)

I laid next to him on the bed and nestled my head in the crook between his arm and his neck as I had done so many times before. I closed my eyes and breathed in the masculine and spicy scent of his cologne, rubbed my face in his shoulder, and kissed his neck.
"Do you want me to turn up the sound on the TV?" he asked, his hand finding its place on my thigh. He had been watching some action movie with the sound turned down while we both listened to Howard Stern.
"No, I'm okay." I said between soft kisses on his neck.
We lay there in silence for a bit. His hand took its familiar route from my thigh to my ass, casually letting a finger slide beneath my panties to trace the curve of my butt. Still silence, but I could feel my breath quickening and my skin prickling from the softness of his touch. I tried to pretend that his touch didn't have any effect on me, so he would keep going, trying to elicit a response. I pulled him closer.
The lone finger that so casually snuck under my panties before had turned into a whole hand. His caresses were more deliberate, each one more passionate than the last. His hand felt like velvet on my butt, except for the little rough patches on his fingertips. I could feel my hips betray me as they wave to meet his caresses. "Open your legs for me" he whispers, and as I do he puts one of his rough fingertips in my mouth. I swirl my tongue around his finger, and open my eyes long enough to glance into his emerald ones- long enough to see what he had in mind.
In one movement, he turned me on my back and snuck his damp finger inside my panties, this time finding the warm fold between my legs. The rough spot on his finger tickled as he slid up and down my slit. His movements were slow, deliberate, and fluid. I felt as if with each stroke he was stirring a cauldron, simmering up some sort of erotic elixir that would intoxicate the both of us. I fell deeper and deeper into his spell,clutching him with one hand, twisting my nipple with the other.
Suddenly he stops; the spell is broken. He smirks at me as he removes his glasses and places them on the table. He scoots me down on the bed, so my pussy waiting just a thrust away from his cock, which is still safely tucked away in his grey boxer briefs. "I want to feel you cum on me" he says, always to the point, which I love.
"Let me masturbate for you" I reply. I wanted him to fuck me, but not yet.

(to be continued I think)

2006-05-29T14:08:00.000-04:00

I'm trying to make my blog as purty as so many other blogs I've seen out there. I'm slow when it comes to these things, so it may take me 3.5 years to figure it out.

In the meantime, here is a little pic of me. I like playing with the photo editing program I have, but I don't know what I'm doing really.

This picture really makes my lips look lickable, doesn't it?

The one that got away

2006-05-27T18:59:00.000-04:00

Last night, after watching the American Idols Finale I had recorded (I hadn't actually seen the finale yet) I decided that right then would be a good time to have sex. There are two things you should probably know about me. One- I'm a pop culture/ TV whore. I love my TV, and my life has changed dramatically for the better now that I have a DVR. Second- in a past life I was most definitely a groupie. Something about watching people perform makes me hot.

Anyhow, once the show was over I was feeling frisky and decided to start rubbing the boyfriend through his shorts. "Hey you! " I said. I sounded more like a bouncy cheerleader than a sexy man luring vixen. "I think we should have sex!" I straddled him and began rubbing him even more to make sure his guy was good to go.

He was taken aback, but agreed, and we headed back to the bedroom. I really wanted him just to pound away at me, make me cum really good, roll over and smoke a cigarette. Nothing fancy- just a spur of the moment, good old fashioned sweaty pounding.

It didn't work that way. The boyfriend wanted to lick me for a bit. Normally, that would be awesome. It's rare that I'd turn a tongue away. But I was craving cock, not tongue. I tried stopping him, begging him to fuck me instead. His tongue was relentless, licking and sucking all over my pussy, his fingers working in and out of me.

And then...disaster!

His finger fucking got a little out of hand (heh! so to speak) and he scratched me. So I howl, he loses his erection, and the next thing you know we were talking about our feelings.

Hola!

2006-05-25T22:32:00.000-04:00

Did you ever have a dirty little secret that you were itching to tell? One that made you smirk like you just got away with being very naughty? Or made you blush while discussing something as mundane like the weather because something made you remember?

Have you ever been listening to your coworkers babble about American Idol and just wanted to blurt "I came so hard last night thinking about eating out Katherine. Isn't she hot? Wouldn't you love to be in a sandwich between her and Chris?"

Sometimes you just gotta share these things. Sometimes, when you've had the most amazing weekend having crazy monkey sex and you're walking into work on Monday not wearing panties cause the breeze tickles the lady parts, you just want to tell someone.

I do anyway. I want to shout it from the top of a mountain Ron Burgundy style.

Unfortunately, I don't have a mountain. I have a blog. Welcome:)