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Busy weekend October 17, 2010

Posted by Leah in Craigslust, Cunnilingus, D/s, Fucking, Random hookups.


I am at a house party on Friday night. The liquor flows in torrents: beer and wine and substantially stronger spirits. I have more than my share. I converse in giggles. The laughter is unceasing.

Many of my friends are paired up. Jeremy holds my buttocks while we dance. His fingers shuck my skirt up my thighs. He tries to cup my cunt. I displace his hand. I know that he hopes to go home with me. I disappoint him. He sees me making out with some boy I don’t know in the shadows.

Sometime after two, Sol and I sneak into the upstairs bathroom together. I press him against the wall and make an attempt to eat his face. He matches the grip on his neck with powerful fingers that claw at my ass. Loosening his belt, I bring down his pants and tug at the cock. Once I have him erect, I fall to my knees long enough to place a condom. My arms hook around his shoulders as he lifts me onto the vanity. The two of us are lip locked. The khaki skirt bunches at my waist. I push my weight off the sink as he fucks me. My heels kick at the backs of his thighs. He grips my hip and braces my back and thrusts his pelvis out. He moans desperately. His mouth hangs open when orgasm strikes. His face is painted even more deeply with surprise and pleasure when I invert the condom and lap his come.



My pickup band has its monthly concert on Saturday night. The music is Mozart’s and Haydn’s. An after-party follows the performance. Of course there is plenty to drink. Of course I get plastered.

I depart with another wind player.

To play an articulated passage on the clarinet, the tongue lifts off the reed and back onto it while the fingers remain motionless. The fingers move during the silences, which are enforced by the tongue sustaining pressure on the reed to halt its vibration.

To play legato, so that there is no space between notes, the tonguing is absent. A single breath as the fingers move, and the notes are slurred.

He plies his technique upon my sex.



“Get on your knees,” he tells me on Sunday afternoon. The time of caresses has passed. This is his voice of authority.

His cock hangs in front of the scrotum. Though I want to reach for it and make him hard, I keep my palms flat on my thighs. The knees wing apart to expose my cunt. I straighten my back in order that my tits protrude.

He takes his wallet from the table, extracts a five pound note, and flings it to the ground. “Are you my whore?” he asks.

The symbolism of the gesture turns me on. I pick up the scrap of paper. “I am your whore,” I concede.

He grabs both of my wrists and brings them over my head and crosses them. My hair falls across my face in a thick curtain. I keep my head pointed submissively floorward as he knots a blindfold around my eyes. The sudden blindness enhances my other senses. I hear the bare feet padding on the carpet around me. I smell his maleness when he positions me, legs together, back hunched into an arch, the spine flaring out. My forearms are on either side of my head. The wrists are still crossed.

He tilts my ass up. Fingers squeeze into my cunt. The entry is tight as my knees are touching. He spins his wrist and thrusts the fingers swiftly in and out. My cunt makes loud sucking noises. I tighten the muscles inside, offering him friction and drag.

“You’re so wet,” he informs needlessly. I know I am dripping. I have been ever since he kissed me at the tube station.

I roll my shoulders, relax and wait. Hands jostle my thighs apart at their apex. The latex of the condom rubs against the bulging labia. I fall forward, breasts flattening over the carpet, when his cock plows into me.


1. Anonymous - October 18, 2010

I am a single male looking to get laid. You have more partners in one week than I do in a whole year!

Leah - October 18, 2010

I have been slutting it up, haven’t I?

Pearl - October 19, 2010

Hey, you are not slutting, I guess, you are enjoying. Hey have you had sex with nearest family member (not close, I mean distant).

2. Jonathan - October 19, 2010

I second the “Anonymous” statement; you had more sex this weekend than I’ve had all month! Sexy sluttiness at it’s best!

3. Leah - October 19, 2010

Welcome from The End of the Internet. Any chance I might see what lies beyond? Please send an e-mail. (I’d be happy to share a story in return for a peek inside.)


4. First Great Western Employee - October 20, 2010

Pearl, your comments are in danger of outclassing the blog itself. Keep them coming!

Leah - October 20, 2010

> in danger of outclassing the blog itself.

“Hey, I am classy,” she insisted, while she debated whether to wear panties to the evening’s date.

> Keep them coming!

I try.

Thanks for the comment.

5. First Great Western Employee - October 21, 2010

Haha “keep them coming” referred to Pearl’s comments! As they always make me laugh. I assume you’ll keep the stories coming without my encouragement.

6. Pearl - October 22, 2010

Yes Leah is Superb writer, she would be keep continue on her writing without “anybody” comment as well. Keep up, Leah.

7. Leah - October 22, 2010

Thanks, Fleshbot!

8. Mister X - October 22, 2010

I am here from Fleshbot. Five pounds is $7.50? A night with you would easily go for a hundred times that. Especially if you promised to write about it.

Leah - October 22, 2010

Thanks for visiting.

I didn’t keep the money in the end, nominal though it was.

9. Mike - October 24, 2010

Do you ever fuck black guys?

I mean this as a serious question and don’t intend any offense. You have stated several times that your skin turned red from a spanking. From this I conclude that you are white. I know you have had sex with Asians. Have you tried black? Beyond sex, would you date a black man? Would you let yourself be dominated by one?

I enjoy reading the blog. Again, I don’t mean to offend.

Leah - October 24, 2010

Please see here.

Pearl - October 25, 2010

You are too bold & openminded, Leah,really its mind blowing.

How you have described in the-content-of-their-character Section – “…I have fucked black guys. I prefer to formulate this differently, however. I have fucked guys who I found interesting whose skin tone happens to be a darker shade than mine. I have assumed the submissive role with them. It has happened in London. I won’t say who. I am not going to catalog my lovers this way or indulge in stereotypes.”

You know,when I asked my girl friend, will you share your past sex-story anybody else. She straight away replied – NO. Then I referred to Your page,and her reply was- Leah is too bold and also remarked – is she going to Pamela…lol.

I simply replied, she is writer,she loved writing, so she does.

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