[11 Jan 2003|11:10pm] i am always very likely to start playing with my *dirty* pussy. i like my pussy after it's been used and well-fucked. my pussy is sore and raw and smells of sex. my whole being smells of sex. i had no desire to rush home and shower after the great fucking of last night and this morning. i washed my hands several times, but couldn't lose the smell of sweat, cum, my juices, his body, smoke. both of my hands are covered in us. as i sat here reading i repeatedly held my hands over my face and nose to remind myself of the time we had. i was aroused. my right hand moved down and discovered, surprised, my wetness. i played inside my cunt for a moment and then moved right up to my clit. i rubbed my tender spot gently with my right middle finger for only a minute before reaching into only shallow depths with my left pointer finger. i rubbed my walls with my finger, moving in and out. the combination of rubbing my clit and adoring my insides made me cum quickly. i tasted myself for a second, but i couldn't stop. the friction continued, and there were more. i came two more times in a matter of a minute. they were small quick orgasms. a small attempt to rid myself of leftover lust from last night. my pussy is still spasming. i lifted my left hand up to suck my juices off my finger, drying it on my t-shirt. our essence shall wash off my hands by morning, or perhaps afternoon tomorrow. i'll need another good fucking soon. **after proofreading this entry, i realized i couldn't hold back. my left finger moved into my cunt again, this time wiggling back and forth inside of me. my finger quickly soaked up some of the wetness of inside, a pussy full of my own juices. i rubbed my slippery clit against my piercing with my finger. i came another three times, finally feeling jolts through my thighs telling me maybe i could be done now. 11 comments|post comment

i know. i am a little bit oral. :) [11 Jan 2003|11:45pm] when it all comes down, what are my favorite things? kisses and blow jobs. (post demonstrating my devotion to the fine art of the bj coming soon.) it's very hard to narrow down, but i find the very core of me lies in my mouth. not only is my mouth a pleasure seeker, but a pleasure maker. i do have a good mouth; no doubt about that one. but my own abilities aren't what provides me with so many happy feelings. the partner makes all the difference in the world. without a kiss, there is nothing. some people argue that kissing is sex. and i do have to agree to a point. i can't exactly say that i agree with the idea that a good kisser is a good fuck. however, a bad kisser is 90% a horrible fuck. the absence of kissing from sexual acts shows a lack of passion on the part of the person. and sex should be filled with passion and intensity. when i think about the worst experiences in my recent past, they are marked clearly by a lack of deep kissing. i can't blame anyone for being a bit intimidated by my tongue. it is long and thick, and i do get very excited when i put it to use. sometimes my tongue will explore the every space inside the mouth of my partner. i love feeling his (i am using a generic "he" here for whomever i may be kissing at that time) gums, his teeth, his palate, the underside of his tongue, his inner cheeks. i like to find my way around in there with my tongue, and often stretch my tongue into the depths of his mouth. i like the feeling of his teeth as my tongue glides along the sharp tops or bottoms. i love feeling the tip of his tongue. our tongues barely touching, meeting in the space not inside my mouth and not inside his. tickling each other, playing together teasingly. i love to suck his lips. most notable is the lust for the bottom lip; but i am not exclusive, and i can adore the top one just as well. i like to suck on his tongue, and i definitely love my tongue sucked. my tongue is taken into his mouth and immediately relaxes and submits, giving it up to him to do what he will (suck it, bite it). i do like the feeling of a pierced tongue. i like circling my tongue around the barbell in his. and i love when his metal clacks on my teeth. each time a surge is sent through me. i like when my lips are bitten. i love the feeling that my lips are under the power of another person, ready to burst into bloody mess at any time. but they don't. they are under his control, and he lets go before my breaking point. sometimes i like when my lip bleeds. i like waking up the next morning with a swollen cut lip, sore and there to remind me of his kisses for at least the day. i love continual kisses. kisses that start at the beginning of an evening and never really stop. i love looking in his eyes while we fuck, our mouths never separating from each other. i love when the intensity of the sex is so heavy, that there is no way to really continue a kiss. two bodies thrusting wildly into each other, concentrating on each movement. we become two mouths pressed together, taking breaths into each other. living off each other's air if only for moments. i love those few times when i can kiss him hello and never stop kissing until after we've cum and unwound. suddenly we realize we've been kissing for an hour, no words, no clear sounds. muffled lust and heat captured inbetween two mouths. lips. beautiful soft thick lips. the softness and sensuality in a kiss with no tongue. the open mouth appreciation of four lips bound together. i can lose myself in that softness. succumbing to a breathlessness within me, letting out a sigh of arousal. ten seconds of the perfect lips are all i need to be ready. ready for him to plunge himself into me while looking into my eyes and kissing my lips. it's heaven. 31 comments|post comment

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