"Sex is not the answer, sex is the question. Yes is the answer."
I just got back from a glorious two-week vacation with C. (who is gone again for a while), so I have lots to write about. Soon.
But first I have to pout a little because I won Shay's "Aural Sex Contest"...but then, because I didn't have internet while I was on vacation, I missed her email until today and the prize was reassigned. Congratulations to Danielle. Sad day for me.
Thank you anyway, Shay, for a fun contest and an all-around awesome blog. (I really enjoy her Diary of a Futa series.)
Sigh. Maybe an HNT will cheer me up.
I've entered a couple of contests lately, and you can too! (Pleasurists always lists a bunch of them, too. Love it.)- Shay's Aural Sex Contest at The S Spot
- Miss KissThis's Land Some LELO Contest ends tomorrow, so hurry! Unfortunately I haven't got my Iris with me, nor do I have a photographer on hand, so I'm sitting out on this one. But I can't wait to see all the sexy entries.
Lately all I've been doing is posting scandalous pictures of myself on this blog! Well, I will reunite with C next week and that, I'm sure, will change.
Until then, one of my favorite lingerie combinations: black and white bra with black and white panties. Zebra panties!
Not sure they're doing a very good job of camouflaging my ass. Seems like they draw a little more attention to it, actually.
I missed HNT this week again, so here's a little flash to make up for it.
It reminds me of the 69 position. Imagine me slowly lowering my pussy down to your waiting tongue as I take your cock (or clit) in my mouth.
If I had three wishes, at least one would be devoted to snagging the coveted position of Good Vibrations Brand Ambassador.
So, I'm sorta kinda dating a girl, whom I'll call Fey, which is exciting in and of itself, but it gets better.
Fey has this ethereal beauty: dark hair, alabaster skin, green eyes..huge breasts. Plus, she's wicked smart, speaks fluent French, and does amazing things in the kitchen. (Only amazing food things, for now.)
I have an intense "girl crush" on her, and I'd love nothing better than to sweep her off her feet and into bed. We're both pretty shy around each other, however, so it's unlikely that we'll get that far before the summer ends, although my overactive brain has already dreamed of just such an occasion.
I received a text from her in the wee hours of the morning, and in my foggy post-R.E.M. state I hallucinated that Fey had written "I love you." I went back to sleep without responding (thank goodness! the real text message was something much less revolutionary), the image of her floating behind my closed eyelids.
I dreamed that I had her on my bed beneath me, our fingers and tongues interlaced. She tasted like spun sugar and I could feel myself getting wet at the thought of her luscious breasts pressed against mine. I kissed her neck hungrily, fumbling at the small buttons on her shirt, sliding my hands over the exposed lace of her bra.
"Show me," I whispered, and Fey smiled shyly. She arched her back so I could undo the clasp, then wriggled out of both top and bra, baring her perfect breasts, full and ripe as honeydew, dotted with goosebumps. A slow blush spread from Fey's pale cheeks throughout her body, tinging her stiff nipples a dusky rose and commanding my full attention.
"Oh my God." My voice was quiet and hoarse, reverent. "Amazing." Hesitantly I cupped both breasts with my hands, exploring their curves where they met rib and breastbone, pressing the soft flesh with the pads of my fingers. I'd never touched a pair of breasts intimately apart from my own, and the sensation was intoxicating. I bent my head and circled one dark areola with the tip of my tongue; Fey rewarded me with a gasp and a bolt of electricity shot straight to my pussy. I swiftly sucked her nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around and nibbling gently. As Fey writhed beneath me, I slid my free hand down her flat stomach to the button of her jeans, undoing it and the zipper...
To be continued..
It's kind of cloudy today, and I'm wishing for warmer climes. So, in honor of the last month of summer, I offer you sun-drenched documentation of myself at a nude beach last year.
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