Naked Updates

So, heres my live update.


I'm still curled up naked on my couch, that's how recent this is.


I just caught up with an old friend. We dated, we split up 8 years ago after six months. It was a pretty good six months. We'd fuck all day every day. When we both had a day off we could fuck for hours and hours.


Tonight was meant to be a "quiet night in". He stopped past to catch up since it's been a while. We talked for a little while, then he looked at me, perfect eye contact "bring your ass over here". So, like a good girl, I did as I was told.


It was moments before I was straddling his lap, kissing his neck licking his ear, and he had my shirt off. It was very heat of the moment. His fingertips dug into my back, he unclipped my bra with remarkable ease. It comes naturally to him. I got down on my knees, unbuckled his pants and pulled out his cock. He's big. always has been fucking huge.


His cock is comfortably 27cm (estimation, I did measure it once, but that was a few years back). Thick too. He gave me a few minutes on my knees licking the head getting his cock nice and wet, sucking on the head working my way down the shaft. He grew impatient, he tangled his fingers in the back of my hair and pushed his cock into my throat. I started to gag a little, so he gave me a moment to relax. He didn't give me any release, just a pause so I could get used to it being in my throat, then he pushed deeper and deeper.


My throat could have taken him a little deeper, but I couldn't honestly get my mouth open wide enough to get any more of his cock into my throat.


He backed off and let me pull his cock out, and I started to massage his balls with my left hand, jerking his cock with my right whilst sucking him as hard and fast as I could, bobbing my head up and down, sliding my tongue over the head. He grabbed my shoulder and pushed me back, pulling his cock from my lips. I looked up, surprised. He took a deep breath.


"I want to fuck you, then come all over your face. I'm not skipping the first part even if you give the best head."


I stood up, slipping out of my purple lace g string. I climbed up and he rubbed my clit carefully with two fingers then my pussy towards his huge hard cock by grabbing my ass. I pressed the head of his cock against my opening. I pushed down, letting him slide inside me. He was huge. I got half way down and it started to hurt a little. If I don't fuck a big guy for a few months, I get out of practice.


He heard me gasp in pain, and slapped my ass, and with the other hand tangled his fingers in my hair. He laughed "you're out of practice with a big dick again, aren't you". He knows me too well. We've been fooling around for 8 years, he should know me this well by now.

I just love the look on her face...

He dragged me down onto his cock, I moaned and screamed. I orgasmed, even though the searing pain was almost too much to bear. He squeezed my hips and started to drag me up and down on his cock hard. The pain was intense, but so was my fifth and sixth orgasm.


He slowed down, pulling my hips up so only the head of his cock was inside me.
"Can you feel that?" He lowered me onto his cock a fraction. "Thats how wet you are. You're literally dripping down my cock." He was right too, I was so wet it was messy. With that, he pushed me down onto his dick. I rode him as hard as I could, him grabbing and slapping my ass, pulling my hair and digging his fingers in. He reached up, squeezing my tits hard, twisting my nipples roughly. I was ramping up for orgasm number 10, and he grabbed me by the throat, forcing me to look directly into his eyes, pushing my hips down hard. He squeezed hard so I couldn't breathe. He had enough pressure on my arteries that I felt light headed after only a moment. He let go. He pressed hard against my windpipe so I couldn't breathe, or moan. I felt my face redden from the pressure.


"Thats it, come hard, now." he ordered sternly still staring straight into my eyes. I came. As soon as the orgasm was over, he let me breathe again. He kept his hand around my throat, letting me breathe just a little. As he got close, he pushed me in the chest, pushing me onto my back on the floor. He leaned over, grabbed me by the hair and pulled my lips onto his cock. I could taste myself. Using a fistful of my hair he forced his cock deep in my throat over and over. Eventually he pulled out of my mouth and aimed his cock at my left cheek, blowing his load all over my face. He wiped his cock on my lips and I parted them carefully, sucking the last of his come out of him.


The come on my cheek dripped off onto my tits. I scooped it up with my fingertip and licked it. He leaned over, kissed my shoulder. "I love you" he said laughingly "you give the best head". There was zero romance, but a lot of friendship.


I dashed and had a quick shower whilst he dressed, he kissed me goodbye, not wanting to be late to see his girlfriend.


His and my past is long and fun. A story worth telling. One I'll write shortly. Lets call this kid Spike. It suits him.

If Only I Could Tell You About Last Night, Punk

I slept with (s)Ex again. The sex was largely unremarkable. But the oral sex was wonderful. 


Not long after I arrived he had my dress off over my head, and he pushed me onto my back he had two fingers deep inside me and was licking my clit.


I screamed with ecstasy, digging fingers into his shoulders. I was very wet, and very ready. I got on my knees and I sucked his cock hard. I wasn't patient like the times before. I wanted him to come. He was ready, and he came quickly with his cock deep in my throat.




I was hoping for extraordinary sex, but it wasn't unfortunately. I think perhaps the second blow job might have teased him too far. Things fizzled within minutes with him on top. He came hard though.


I dressed quickly, not wanting to waste time. I hate to hang around afterwards. I pulled my dress and bra on, gathered my iPod, keys and phone. I kissed him on the cheek, tucking my panties into my handbag.


As I reached the front door I kissed him on the cheek good bye. My phone rang. I picked it up and recognised the number. The name wasn't saved in there, but I knew who it was.

My little Punk. Bless him. I love that boy. I really do. And after ten years, he's still my boy. 


Ahh Punk. This songs for him. This story needs a sound track.


I met a boy. Ten years ago. I was 14. And I challenged him to a drinking competition. I won. Nothing like a girl who can out drink an army man all night to capture a mans attention.


I remember the night vividly. I spent it being spanked and fucked in the back room by his good friend.  Hand around my throat on my knees... 


After being fucked I wrote my number on his bottle of bourbon, and I left. 


He called me. Every day. We went for drives and hung out. Eventually just after I turned fifteen, this young army man and I ended up in bed. It was an intense night. He picked me up and fucked me. I'd never been with anyone strong enough to just lift my (then 45kg) body up and fuck hard. He wasn't violent, but rough. He dragged me around, pushing me onto my knees, my back. He came over and over. I came so many times on my knees I passed out. After fucking me for hours, I waited till he fell asleep, then I snuck out his bedroom window, and left him there, holding his pillow. 


I ignored Punks calls. My boyfriend would have gone insane if he'd found out. After a couple of months, I eventually caught up with him again. My disinterest only made him crazier for me. He'd changed. His hair was green to match my beautiful dyed black hair. My heavy dark make up. He'd pierced his lip which went nicely with the half a dozen piercings I had. 


Poor Punk. I liked him better before he tried to be who he thought I wanted him to. 


The more he changed, the more I fucked him, the less I liked him. The more I fucked him, the more he liked me.


Culminating in an "I love you". Resulting in me bailing, not returning his calls for a year. 


Repeat. For nine years. 


And out of the blue he got in touch.


I silenced the music by answering as I heard (s)Exs door click closed behind me. "Hello?" I asked. Pretending I didn't know who's call I was answering. It makes him crazier when I ignore him. 


He misses me, he's sorry he let it go so long, He wants to see me.


He thinks he's toughened up. Wednesday next week he wants to see me and show me. He threatened to cable tie me to his headboard so I will actually have to be there when he wakes up this time. Then he chuckled. Then he whispered throatily "Plus I wouldn't want you to be able to squirm away while I'm seeing how many fingers I can fit in you. And I don't just mean in your pussy."


I was a little surprised. It was far more forward than he'd ever been with me.


He whispered "I want to fuck you until you literally can't take any more. I want you to scream and scream and scream. And remember all those times that when you passed out I stopped. I won't this time. I'm going to keep going. Because when you come to, I want you to shake awake with orgasms."


He said he'd spent 10 years being too afraid to do the things he'd always wanted. And since I hadn't seen him in a couple of years, he now had the balls. He said he was ready to step up. 


I told him I didn't believe him. 


He said I'd beg him to let me have a break, if I could manage to through a gag.


It was a conversation that lasted for almost two hours. By the end, I'd had to use my panties shoved in my bag from my one night stand to clean up a mixture of the mess (s)Ex had made, and how wet I'd got from listening to all the promises. 


Next Wednesday. Fingers crossed.

Strange Encounters

Today I'm going to cover some weird stuff. As always readers, you can count on me for perfect honesty. I don't embellish. You have my word.


I fought with (s)Ex last night.


We never fight these days. But last night, we did. I yelled. He yelled. I yelled louder. It was 2am and it was stupid.


We had a fight about my birthday party. Friday night is a party. I invited everyone a month ago, it's been organised for ages. The day after I sent out all the invitations, I had an incident.


I've got a lot of guy friends. I've fucked a fair chunk. There are some I just don't though. This guy and I have been asexual friends for years and years. Everything was great - our friendship had survived two of his best mates falling in love with me and me rejecting them. We were having tea, and a wine and chatting about my party. I left the couch to get us water. Came back to find him pantsless. In my living room. 


He was doing what can only be described as "The Naked Man". Now, this was a little confronting. I froze. He closed the distance between us rapidly. I stood there like a horrified statue.


Things got a little ugly, but skimming some details, he was very aggressive and pushy. He bit me hard enough to make my cheek and lip bleed. But the strangest part of the encounter was his cock. I've seen hundreds of cocks. This is the first that I would describe as sincerely remarkable. It was small. I'm not being a bitch. It was about two centimetres long fully erect. He was holding it between his thumb and forefinger. I didn't know what to say. I suspect his version of events differs somewhat to mine, but after he twisted my wrist in anger to force me to stroke it, lets say we're not friends now.


I'd extended the invitation to him and seven mutual friends for my birthday party, which I have obviously got to retract. A problem I'd ignored successfully until last night when the guy RSVP'd, causing my phone to beep whilst I was curled up with (s)Ex. He RSVP'd yes. I was upset. It wouldn't have been a problem if it hadn't beeped while I was blowing (s)Ex. He picked up the phone and read what was on the screen.


Lets just say an awkward moment.


He was really upset about what happened, but he was fuming that I had ignored it for so long, and had let it get to a couple of days before my party and hadn't sorted it all out. He got cross that I was upset about it.


We had lots of make up sex, but neither of our hearts were in it. He came too soon, I came twice - which is nothing for me. It was 4.30am and I had places to be in an hour. I broke my rules and drifted off for a while. I woke at 5, showered and dressed quickly and left. I was tired and went home and slept for a while. Still feeling a little exhausted and such from the day I've curled up on my couch. He texted:


"You're naughty. See you Thursday?"
"I can pretend to be good if you want me to?"
"Naughty is sexy. Bring lube."
At least that sounds more promising...

Don't Count On Me

There are lyrics from a punk rock song. I'm not one of those chicks who identifies with music often, and the rest of the songs totally irrelevant (awesome though). These are the lyrics that stuck with me.


Don't count on me, to let you know when
Don't count on me, I'll do it again
Don't count on me, cause I'm not listening
Don't count on me, that's the point your missing




I love Sum 41, but those words have been playing through my head for hours.I think the truth is that's how I feel about most relationships. It's why I can't make dating last more than three months. From the time I meet a guy, to the day I tell him I can't do this any more it's like someone hits a 12 week timer. Because it takes 12 weeks for them to decide they care then I run.And I'm scared. s(Ex) is starting to count on me. He's starting to tell me what he's thinking about. Even though he says "I don't want to get back together" (over and over) I'm starting to think he's trying to sell the idea to himself. At first I'm sure it was true. He saw no way forward. He wanted a commitment - marriage and babies. Both within a couple of years. 

This would have been us...

Now, no judgement to all you married folk, but it's not really my thing. I'm not exactly a white dress and church kind of girl. All that pressure is sure to set me on the path of wanting to run/cheat/bail. I would happily have spent a long time with him, but I didn't want to be Mrs. I don't even want the diamond ring. And I sure as fuck don't want a new last name. 9 weeks in he started asking me if I was ready to get married soon. When I told him I couldn't guarantee a point in my life where I would be that girl.He broke down,he pleaded with me to just try and think about it. I told him we could discuss it further down the track. But, for all I tried, I couldn't sway him into leaving the subject alone. He didn't want to be with a woman who wouldn't be Mrs (s)Ex. His loss.Tonight, I'm going to see him. We're still going to hook up. But I'm obviously going to have to listen to him less, because if I keep being nice to him I'm going to end up like that girl in the picture above. 


All I really want is dirty kinky sex, my ass spanked and my wrists tied. It's so fucking hard to find a guy who wants to get naughty these days.I've got this persistent fantasy at the moment. Every day when I curl up with my vibrator, I indulge in this beautiful fantasy. I look beautiful - hair done, make up done. Heels and stockings, tied and beautiful. I look picture perfect. And for hour after hour after hour, a man uses every part of me to please himself. By the end, I'm exhausted and sore and red where the ropes have dug in. But still, ready to please.I just can't seem to find a man who wants to tie me down and use me. You'd think it'd be easy, right?Tonight I'll just have to get my own fantasy going a little bit. Suspenders, high heels, black lace panties... might help...

My Best Blowjob

Last night I wasn't really up for sex, but I did fancy a little action. After a movie, I was back at (s)Exs house.


I was just running my hand up his leg, touching my fingertips against him. Massaging gently. He was sitting next to me. I touched my fingertips into his jeans, the seam in the denim rough. I intentionally caught my fingernails in the seam, just to make the pants move a little. Just a tease.


I teased him for about half an hour, running my fingers over his cock, his pants tight. His pants were tight to start with, and I knew they were getting uncomfortable. He unzipped his pants, allowing his hard cock to push through, the fabric of his boxers tight. I stroked him through the fabric. His boxers were cotton. Expensive, designer label.


I allowed my index finger to slip through the hole in the front of his boxers, lightly brushing his shaft then the head of his hard cock. I kept stroking him through the fabric of his boxer shorts. I looked up, my head was rested against his chest. He had his eyes closed. The television was playing for its own sake. 


I paused for a moment, I pulled my hand away. His chest tensed. His legs tensed. I licked my fingers. Then I slipped his cock out through the unbuttoned fly of his boxers and started to stroke him. Slowly and gently. I was in no hurry to rush him to orgasm.  I stroked him gently, occasionally squeezing tighter, sometimes faster. Mostly I just worked slowly. Up and down, turning my hand, enjoying the feeling of his hard cock in my hand. I rewet my hand in my mouth. I stroked him more vigorously. I could hear him moaning. 


I rolled over onto my stomach on the couch, leaning over his lap. I poked my tongue out a little, resting the head of his cock on the middle of my tongue for a moment, before running it around my lips. I licked down the underside of his cock, looking up at him. His hand squeezed my ass, my jeans pulled tight as I bent over. I pulled my shirt off, and my purple Victoria Secret bra let my breasts brush against his thigh as I pulled the head of his cock into my mouth. I licked around the head, flicking my tongue across the underside a few times. I worked slowly and carefully, making sure the pink tip of my tongue stroked every part of him. 


With my left hand I held his balls carefully, and with my right I reached up and caressed his chest occasionally. I pressed my lips together, kissing down his shaft. I was being a tease. I felt his fingers dig into my back. I started to suck hard, pulling him deep into my throat, massaging his hard dick with my tongue as he pressed the head of his cock into my throat. I pushed so deep that my nose was touching against his skin.  


I sucked, allowing my throat to do some of the hard work, swallowing a little sometimes so my throat would massage his cock as well as my tongue. I felt him tense. He was almost ready to come. 


I pulled back. 


I rubbed his cock around my lips like a woman applying lipstick, kissing gently, allowing him to breathe. "Oh you're cruel" he murmured. I smiled. "Are you enjoying this?" He asked tentatively. "It's your birthday, after all." 
"Yes, I love this" I said. My lips pressed against the underside of his cock, looking up at him. I licked around the head of his cock. "This is perfect" I smiled.
He leaned back, eyes closed, hand relaxed on my back. He drifted back from the edge of orgasm.
I started to suck again. Carefully, working him into my throat, my head bobbing up and down as he touched against the back of my throat. He brushed a tendril of brown hair away from my face.
"You're so beautiful" he whispered.
I didn't pause. I just kept sucking and enjoying the feeling of working him up. His fingers touched the nape of my neck gently. I felt his hands tremble. He was getting close. I wanted him to come now. I'd teased him for more than an hour, I'd been sucking him for forty minutes. I was ready. I kept stroking his balls carefully through the fabric of his boxers, never once letting them go. I took his cock in my right hand, starting to massage carefully with my fingertips. I worked him down into my throat again, massaging with my tongue sucking, swallowing. He stroked my cheek then dug his fingers into my back. He came, shooting his load straight into my mouth. I swallowed every drop of his come.


I rested my head against his stomach, his hand rested on my hair, fingertips stroking my cheek.
"That was amazing." he gasped. I leaned up, his hand dropping to my shoulder and kissed him. He was sweating. I'd pushed him pretty hard. I rested my head back on his stomach. I held his cock in my hand as it went soft. 


We curled up, idly watching the movie. I wriggled, and got us both a drink. I curled up next to him, the characters on TV were an hour ahead of where we'd seen. We flicked back through. He'd tucked himself back into his pants. I rested my hand high up on his thigh. He kissed me gently but firmly. Pressing his lips against mine, massaging my tongue with his. He leaned forward, kissing my neck and whispered "You're amazing." He was unusually full of compliments. I squeezed his thigh as he kissed my neck. I felt him twitch again.


Moments later, I had his cock out of his pants, and I was brushing and licking and sucking. I kissed every millimetre of him. I looked up at him, his face a mixture of surprise and joy. I sucked him into my throat. I wanted him to come this time. I'd teased him enough last time. I sucked and massaged, enjoying the feelings from earlier, allowing them to wash over me again. I rubbed the head of his cock along the roof of my mouth, letting the different sensations of my lips and tongue and throat and mouth tantalise him,


He touched my hair. I pressed my lips against the head of his cock "That's it, babe, touch my hair, I love it when you show me what you want." He gasped and pressed my head down, pulling me up slightly by the hair. It wasn't rough, just directive. He was showing me exactly what to do this time. 


I heard his moaning, I felt his grip on my hair tighten, the desperation of a closing orgasm. I sucked hard. As he was ready he pulled my head so the head of his cock was pressed against the middle of my tongue. I stroked him with the tip of my tongue. He came. Less this time, but I heard his breathing, sharp and ragged. His grip released on my hair. He went back to stroking my cheek gently with his fingertips. I let his cock go soft in my mouth. I tucked his cock back into his pants. I curled up next to him.


He smiled at me. "That was the best blowjobs". I smiled. I think it was probably two of my better efforts...

Another Year...

Another year older and another year wiser


Thank you, my darlings, for reading. I love each and every one of you. Thank you to the ones who've given me their feedback.


Here's to another year of dirty sex, to lots more kink, and lots more play.


I'm toasting my wine glass to all of you, who made the last week of being 23 such a huge amount of fun.


Sharing with you all is the best choice I ever made.


If you have questions you'd like answered, please let me know, I'll happily tell you a story (or paint you a picture) of any memory you like.


With love and wine


xxSSB

Feeling sentimental

This is for my best friend, you may have read about him the other day, I called him Long.


Him and I were a couple - he turned out gay after two and a bit years. But we wound up best friends.


I've known him ten years, we've lived together for six of those years. We've done everything together for the last six years. I can't tell him about this blog - it's my only secret.


But about him.


I met him ten years ago, he was dating a friend of mine. He cheated on her. His best mates girlfriend. His girlfriends best friend. Ugh. Long and his best mate were dating two best friends. He slept with the girl from the other couple. In his best mates car. He was caught - of course - by his girlfriend and his best mate, dick inside the other chick.


Disaster.


Had it not been for that moment, we'd never have ended up as close friends. Then he was silly enough to dick another friend of mine. That's another disaster.


But when we got together, he took me out to dinner, bought me sake, we ate Korean grill. We laughed for two days. We went on a road trip. We fell in love on our first date. 


We have barely spent a night apart since. Even now, we split up, we still spend as much time together as we can.


So here's to you Long. Some of my favourite memories. 


One night, I spent hours with him tied to my bed, teasing him, playing with him, running ice over his body. Touching him with pieces of silk cloth. Licking him. Teasing him. Blind folding him. I tortured his quivering body for hours. Hour after hour. I sucked him until he was close then let him relax. After hours of teasing, I got on top and rode him so hard. I slipped his blindfold off, looked deep into his eyes. Rocking hard on his cock, I squirted for the first time ever that night. By the time we were finished it was six am. We worked the next day. Exhausted, but sexually satisfied and in love. Deeply.


A while later, I experimented with him, I gagged him, buckled myself into a strap on, and fucked him like a little bitch. I had him on his knees in front of me, my thick black plastic cock, hilt deep in his ass, him working his ass up and down, me with my hand wrapped in his hair. He begged to come. I denied him. He begged harder. I denied him. I pulled out, made him go down on me. I came. When he tried to fuck me, I put him on his knees on the floor, pushed his face into the carpet and shoved that cock back in his ass. He couldn't help it that time, he came. So I spanked him. I spanked him so hard. I put him across my knee and spanked him like a naughty little school girl.


Later, he grew as a person, and when he was a little more mature I let him fuck me in the ass a few times. He was good that way - long cock nice and deep. He was always rough during and gentle afterwards. The best combination. He loved when I'd suck his cock afterwards. Just like I made him suck my black plastic one so many times.


I played dress ups for him a few times. He came home and found me dressed as a nurse with a stethoscope. I took his temperature (the old fashioned way...) then he spanked me with a paddle telling me I was a naughty naughty nurse.


Him and I used to get so horny, we would be late everywhere. And whenever we were out we couldn't help but end up in the back of a car or in a toilet together somewhere. So many times he pushed me up onto the counter of a bathroom sink, licking my pussy with his hand over my mouth so I wouldn't scream...


So here's to you old friend. To all the times we played those games and all those stories we collected. To the dozens of times we fucked all day, and the hundreds we fucked all night. To all those times you made me smug with satisfaction when I'd be so satisfied I could barely breathe. To all those times since we split that I realised I was still lucky to have you as my bestest friend.


Love you Long. 


xxSSB