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Truth September 9, 2010

Posted by Leah in Gallimaufry.
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A reader asks: is your blog a Fiction-cum-Story or Partial Fiction/Partial Truth or Fully True?

I am not writing as a journalist or a historian or a scientist. My obligation isn’t to the truth. My intention is to tell a sexy story based on stuff that happened. I tend to write about the positive aspects of an encounter rather than the negative ones. It’s more fun to remember the bits that worked. There are omissions. Occasionally, I will reorder incidents where it serves a narrative purpose. I may also alter certain details to shade the identities of my lovers and to preserve my own anonymity. Memory is notoriously fallible. I am not taking notes while I am having sex. I am not thinking about how I will blog about it later. I am in the moment, feeling it. I am collaborating in the acquisition and the expression of pleasure. I don’t always know whether I licked my partner’s balls before or after I throated his cock. The perception of time has a tendency to misshape during periods of intense sensation. Did he fuck me from behind for five minutes or ten minutes before we changed positions? How many orgasms did I have while she tongued my pussy? I didn’t count; I was too busy writhing. I only have guesses. The account I give is a reconstruction of events.

It’s not strictly the truth. But I can’t make it more true while still remaining faithful to the stories I want to tell and the sex I want to have.

While I am bleeding below, I will entertain other questions. Add a comment or send an e-mail.

Jeremy September 8, 2010

Posted by Leah in Cunnilingus, Fellatio, Fucking, Random hookups.
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Over lunch on Monday, my friend Jeremy told a group of us (mixed company) about his stupendously bad luck with the London dating scene. Not only are the women he finds uninteresting, they don’t put out. He complained about having blue balls every time he goes out with a girl. The remedy at home went unstated. After we ate, I sent him an e-mail from my office.

If you want a no strings attached one night stand, I am willing. I expect you will be discreet about anything that happens.

-L.

Late in the afternoon, Jeremy stopped by my office to ask if I was serious. My officemates had already left to get home before the tube strike started. I answered him by locking the door and going to my knees. Fishing his cock from his jeans, I stroked his length. I licked my palms to lubricate the motion of hands. Once he had hardened, the handjob became a blowjob. I rolled my tongue around the head. Making a ring with my fingers and tugging the skin taut at the base, I swished saliva over the glans. The precome tasted light and tangy. I smiled up at him and took his penis halfway down. My head bobbed over him. Spit on the shaft smoothed the movements. The penis was thick at the bottom, but it wasn’t particularly long. Without much effort, I had him in my throat. Lips pressed against his groin, I breathed carefully through my nose, tightened the seal, and rotated my face while flattening the tufts of pubis down. I made my eyes big and fixed them on his.

His hands were on the back of my head. He pulled my hair and then slackened his grasp. His pelvis rocked slightly, forward and backward, and then he stood still. He nudged my head down, then stopped applying pressure. I got the impression that he was holding back. I moved his hands to the top of my head and stretched my tongue to touch his scrotum while his cock was in my throat, pushed my lips down hard, then surfaced for air. “Fuck my face,” I told him. “Fuck it like it’s my cunt.” I spread my jaws wide and waited.

Jeremy skull fucked me. He grabbed my hair and pounded my throat with intent. Swallowing big gulps of air to ease his entry inside, I clutched his thighs and gave myself over to him. The saliva dropped from my mouth and fell over my top. It went on for about five minutes. His grip tightened on my scalp. He smashed my face against his pelvis. I splayed one hand against his abdomen to brace myself and caressed his balls with the other. I milked the head with my muscles. He erupted directly into my throat. I felt the viscous fluids barrel down my esophagus.

The blowjob convinced him that I was serious. I went home with him and happily put out. Whereas the sex in the office was rough, the sex in his apartment was gentle. We spent time exploring each other’s bodies. The fingers in my cunt and the lips on my clit sent me to orgasm.

Jeremy couldn’t kiss: too much tongue, too little tease. There was tension in the lips and a stiffness in how he moved. He also slobbered. I mentioned it to him as tactfully as I could, and we worked on that. I hope his newly discovered proficiency in swapping spit changes his luck with the girls.

I chose poorly September 5, 2010

Posted by Leah in Fucking, Random hookups.
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I went to a party last night and went home with the minute man. We were naked and making out. I put a condom on his cock, and he entered my cunt from above. Almost as soon as he was in me, his balls had emptied. He rolled over and fell asleep after that.

Generally, it takes me at least ten minutes to come from a steady, deep fucking. Some guys don’t last that long before they spew. That’s ok. Not everyone has got tremendous stamina. Inventiveness, humor, playfulness, pussy licking skills, human warmth — these all make up for the lack of endurance, or for that matter, endowment. But when there’s nothing positive to counterbalance the negatives, it makes for one hell of a miserable experience. Masturbation is more satisfying than an irredeemable fuck. So is doing the laundry.

The tube had stopped running, and I didn’t know the bus routes, so I spent the night at the guy’s place. Wouldn’t you know? He also snored.

The world is too much sometimes September 3, 2010

Posted by Leah in Boyfriend, Cunnilingus, D/s, Fellatio, Fisting, Fucking, Gallimaufry, Masturbation, Repeated hookups, Spanking, Urine.
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A reader asks: are you there?

Yep.

Life has a way of generating complication. I had one set of deadlines at the end of August. A second set in the middle of September looms. While I was dealing with school, I didn’t have the ten hours a week to spare for blogging. I realized this as I was writing day five, which I never got around to proofreading until today. In any case, during a string of all-nighters, there isn’t much time for sex.

Here are some stories from the past weeks that I am not going to tell you about in any detail.

Day six: The boyfriend finds the spot deep in my pussy that makes me fountain. He presses his lips against my clit while I orgasm. Afterwards, he fists me. The memory of his hand inside and how it turns leaves me wet for days.
Day seven: The boyfriend has too much to drink. Deciding that putting his clothes on and walking to the shared bathroom is too great an effort, he uses me as a toilet. Twice he wakes me. He pisses slowly so that I can swallow his beery urine. In the morning, I wake him with a blowjob. He chases the semen with his full bladder, moaning his pleasure while I drink.
Day eight: The last spanking is a caning. It leaves red stripes on my ass. The skin eventually turns a deep purple.
Day nine: Sneaking into the men’s bathroom to fuck, we share a quickie at the airport. While his plane is in the air, I am at home. I smear the residues of semen over my clit and masturbate.

Three times since the boyfriend left and most recently yesterday, Frank spent the night. As always, the sex was inspired, but also conventional. I prefer more complexity. Claire and I are thinking of ambushing Frank together to see how he reacts.

Last Friday, Dr. Williams e-mailed me. I hadn’t planned to see him again, but he caught me when I was feeling particularly horny. I went to his office. I spent an hour under his desk, sucking his cock and licking his feet while he conferenced on the computer with his colleagues in Canada. It was fun to bring him close to orgasm and ease him away while he had to conceal the sensations and talk shop. I felt powerful at his feet. I pressed his heel against my pussy and used the friction to masturbate myself. We fucked. I pretended to be his student. We started on the easy chair and ended on his desk, which is piled high with papers. My legs were up in the air. He covered my mouth with his hand to stifle my screams. The neighboring offices probably heard me anyway.

So that’s the sex life. Now, it’s back to work for Leah. I will see you when I see you.

Day five September 3, 2010

Posted by Leah in Anilingus, Bondage, Boyfriend, Buggery, Collarme, Cunnilingus, D/s, Fellatio, Fucking, Sapphic, Spanking.
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We hastily dress when the intercom buzzes. By the time she walks up the stairs, I have put on the boyfriend’s button-down shirt. It just covers my ass. I am naked below. He has pulled on his jeans and a t-shirt and is combing his hair in the mirror. I met her through Collarme. She is 20, from the south, new to her submissive identity, and still in the process of exploring the possibilities of that role. The girl — she wants me to call her Claire — has never been in a threesome before. We have been writing back and forth for about two weeks. She talked to me first on Tuesday (day four) and then to the boyfriend over the phone. I told her about my blog. She read through it and called us back. She is eager and enthusiastic to play. I want to give my boyfriend a threesome. We arranged a date. We educated her about safewords and promised her that we would go as slowly as she needed.

The photos do her no justice at all. She knocks on the door softly and stands shyly when we open. The hair falls on her face, and she blushes. She is wearing a black sequined skirt and a blue and silver top. Her legs are athletic. The muscles of her thighs have such perfect definition. I remember that she said she plays footie and runs. I want to lick my tongue along the lines and the shadows of her legs.

We get her a drink. She and I sit on the couch while the boyfriend sits in the chair opposite. We talk awhile — two of us adoring her accent — and then I ask if I can touch her body. I lower the top slightly and brush my fingers over the curves of her breasts. My hand runs along the inside of her thigh while we kiss. I undress her. I pull the tie on the halter in back and remove the top and the bra. As I help her with her skirt and panties, I notice the boyfriend rubbing his erection through his jeans. I point this out to Claire and suggest that we blow him together.

He pulls off his pants and shows us the erection. Claire goes to her knees at once. I kiss the boyfriend on the mouth and follow. My fingers raise her hand up his thigh to the snarl of the pubis. The two of us are on either side of him. We kiss around the shaft. Her tongue touches mine as we press our lips together. One of us moves up the left side as the other moves down the right. I hold her hair out of the way while she sucks my boyfriend’s cock full on. I lick his ass while she takes him into her throat. There are wet sounds front and back. The boyfriend makes noises like he is drowning.

He didn’t come at all the day before. He has semen to give. I ask Claire if she wants him to deposit in her mouth. She says yes.

I know the boyfriend has been holding back. The double blowjob might be his favorite act, at least visually. I lower my head between his thighs and use my lips to tug on his balls while Claire sucks him. When I sense the orgasm approaching, I squeeze my index finger past the sphincter, which I have made wet, and press it against the prostate. My grip tightens around the base of his cock and steadies the shaft. He spews into her mouth, convulsing between lips that have clamped down upon him. I fall on top of Claire and chase the come with my tongue. We roll on the floor, kissing as we trade the semen back and forth. I lick the white spots at the corners of her lips. I take my fair share from her mouth, show my lovers the spunk that coats my tongue, and swallow ostentatiously. After that, the three of us retire to the bedroom.

We play in many ways over a mostly sleepless night. The condom frustrates us. He can’t fuck us both, one after another. I lower myself below Claire and lick her clitoris while he slams her from behind. My legs are open. Claire contorts herself to moan into my pussy while her cunt is filled. When the boyfriend fucks me, I am on top of the shaft. She is seated beside me on the bed. She kisses my breasts and diddles my clit while I bounce my body over the familiar penis. Adding and removing condoms helps make the sex last. He chooses to come inside her instead of me. I like that he can enjoy a new girl this way.

Between his orgasms, the boyfriend ties Claire’s body to mine. We sixty-nine for his pleasure and ours. Her waters have the taste and consistency of syrup. The wetness flattens her bush. My cunt, by contrast, is waxed and polished. I suggest to the boyfriend that we shave her bare. We use his shaving cream and razor to accomplish the task. I am careful not to cut her. Soon she is smooth like me. I like licking the bare skin. I like the taste of her sweat mingled with the secretions of her pussy.

The boyfriend concludes I owe him another spanking as Claire is one more lover on my list. He has her do it with the hairbrush on my ass. Claire doesn’t go easy on me. She doesn’t go slowly. She doesn’t soothe and caress the skin between the blows she delivers. I am red and hurting when she finishes. At the end of it, she volunteers to take the same punishment from me. Claire doesn’t know what she is asking. I demur until the boyfriend demands it of me. I give a more careful spanking than what she has offered me. But I don’t pull my punches either. It hurts less to be spanked than to spank. I make a face and flinch each time she does. I am sympathetic to her pain. Fingers on her pussy help her endure it.

The boyfriend pulls a condom on and tells me to prepare Claire’s ass. He wants to come in her body in all the ways. There’s a look of trepidation in her eyes. She confesses to us that she has only ever put a vibrator in there. I reassure her with kisses and murmurs. I lick her anus so that the spit coats the entry and squeeze lube inside her asshole and smear it on the walls with my finger. Suppressing my reaction to the taste of latex, I suck the cock to hardness and run lube over that as well. Prying her cheeks apart, I place the head against Claire’s opening. She winces at the entry. The boyfriend shifts his hips and presses forward an inch at a time. When he is embedded halfway, he drags his length out and sinks it back in again. Over the span of minutes, he muscles his way deeper, until he has penetrated to the balls. It hurts her, but there is pleasure also. I hold Claire by the shoulders and kiss her while she is fucked. I support her weight and tell her to play with her pussy and her clit. Soon discomfort and pain are the lesser sensations. I am toying with her nipples when she creams. It is her second orgasm that sets my boyfriend off. He roars his semen into her and passes out on the bed soon after.

We giggle at him. The night continues for us. Claire and I huddle in the bathroom and perform our ablutions. We snuggle together on the sofa and drink and mess around some more. I show her my toy collection and have her try out assorted implements. We tongue each other to new orgasms. Eventually, the boyfriend wakes and joins us for one more go. Again, we swap the condoms on and off. He comes in my cunt this time, without protection. Claire smothers me with her pussy at the end. My nose is crushed. I breathe through my mouth while I tongue her lips. I feel her weight on top of my face. There isn’t as much semen as before, but what the boyfriend leaves leaks out. Claire licks me clean of his spendings and my own juices. She sucks my cunt and clit until I come again. I can’t get enough of her taste, so when she finishes, I start on her immediately.