Toe Cramps

Just a short little thing.  Reading David's FFF yesterday with his "toe-cramping orgasm" led me to thinking about that, and I thought I'd muse briefly on the topic, since I've had them but never reflected on them.

A long time ago, probably during a TMI or something, the concept of toe-curling orgasms came up, and I said that my toes didn't tend to curl but rather to extend during a particularly enthusiastic O.  This is true.  My toes have great extension.  They get claustrophobic in tight shoes.

But I hadn't thought about the times when the toe-extension actually led to less pleasant things.  David was kind enough to point out that, while it's a great image, toe cramps during sex are less pleasant in reality, and the more I think about it, the more I agree.  Maybe there are toe-fetishist pain-sluts out there who dig toe cramp orgasms the most, but not me.  It pulls me out of the moment rather harshly.  Thankfully it's a rare occurrence.

Yeah, suddenly wincing and cursing while in the midst of an orgasm is bad enough, but when it drops you out of the bliss-cloud like a ton of just-about-to-multiple bricks, that's really bad.  And it's not fun for the partner either.  I remember once (a story which I would never have remembered were it not for this topic of discussion) I was deep into it with a guy, he was thrusting away, quite close to orgasm himself, and I was blissed the fuck out when another, big wave hit me and I came, hard.  I yelled I was cumming so hard, my fists clenched on the bedsheets, my legs spread in as close to a split as you're likely to get me, just wanting him to fuck me into a frenzy, and then, all of a sudden, without me noticing, my foot did whatever it does to extend those toes a bit too far and wham, pain shoots up my leg and I went from wailing "Yes!" to wailing "OW!"

It shocked him out of his state of almost-orgasm too, and he pulled out, which just made my situation worse, and sat on his haunches looking concerned while I rolled around trying to escape the shooting twinges from my toes.  Eventually I recovered, but he was terrified that he'd hurt me, and even after I explained that it wasn't him at all, that I'd been having a great time, he was flaccid and forlorn.

But here's the saving grace of toe-cramping orgasms; I give credit where credit is due.  If you can get me to cum so hard that my feet lock up, even though it might suck right then, I think you're doing such a great job that I will show my appreciation.  It's like proving how good you are by making me miserable for a second, and while that's pretty fucked up and I'm happier if someone proves how good they are by making me multiple over and over again until I can't take any more, it's not all that different.  Getting me to cum until I just can't stand cumming any more is hard too, and that's not exactly fun at the end.  I'm begging for the pleasure to stop.  It doesn't happen often at all, but when it does, even if I kind of feel like too much of a good thing at the end, I will reward you.

So once I established that he was great, that it wasn't his fault, that I was really sorry for going off like that, and that I wasn't leaving until he felt as good as I had, things began coming back to life and after that fairly major hiccup, we got back to the deed.  I didn't cramp my toes again (mostly because he was behind me at that point and I tend not to extend my toes when I'm being fucked from behind) and I let him cum inside me, three times as it turned out.  I let him fuck my ass and switch to my pussy, I let him take me any position he wanted, bareback, and I stayed in bed with him after and slept there so I could get some morning loving.  Not a bad night, certainly better than it would have been had I not gotten a cramp.

I guess what it boils down to is that it's a sign of quality, even if at the moment it happens it's a pain in the foot (or feet; usually it's just one foot, but once or twice I've had both feet going, which tends to bring things to a standstill for longer).

So thanks David for bringing this up in my mind.  I wish there was a way to experience it without experiencing it so hard, but until someone comes up with a way or I turn into a pain slut, I'll take what I can get.  I haven't had one in a long time, which isn't to say that I've not been with people who couldn't give one to me, just that I haven't had one.  I don't really mind, but it was nice to waltz down memory lane.

Flash Fiction Friday - Into the Ice

And the brave one's blood grew cold and his breath froze in the icy places below the world. Now he stood alone and unbent before the throne of the Jotunn jarl and thumped sword upon shield, singing out a challenge. No bearded behemoth greeted him, but a pair of rime-maidens, blue and sharp as hoarfrost. His gaze ran down their shining bodies, from hair like winter's wrath over breasts peaked like twin bergs to hips full of snow-dappled promises. Numbly his fingers surrendered their grip on blade and buckler as gelid fingers caressed him. He did not struggle, shivering with desire, as they stole the heat from his soul's hearth even as they fueled his loins' false fire. Thus he passed from mortal ken into the ice.

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I knew I wanted this to be about cold.  I don't know if PB chose the phrase purposefully, since I don't know anything about the picture other than what he gave us, but the combination of shivering and the blue tint and the weather was enough.  Boy I'm sure going to feel silly come Friday when everyone writes about cold.

At first, when I saw the title of the picture (King Sol) I was a bit confused and wondered if I'd completely missed the point.  Not that I was going to change my mind, just that I was reading something into it that wasn't there.  But while that may be true, King Sol works for me because I'd like to believe that this is a fragment of a myth concerning winter and the shortening of days, and perhaps King Sol, our intrepid (but rather overly-influenced by the lusts of his flesh) hero, is the sun and the rime-maidens are the approaching solstice.  Or something.  That's just a bit of fluff; I didn't think of that while I was writing the piece, but I'm post-facto rationalizing it.

After my Beowulf pastiche of a while back (go on, read it again, I'm quite proud of it) one might think that I've got a thing for Norse-Germanic myth, which would be semi-accurate.  I didn't do verse because this isn't Old English and I dislike repeating the same trick.  I'm also trying hard to be positive about Norse-Germanic myth because it gets co-opted far too often by asshole neo-Nazi shitheads.  And let's face it, there was a certain amount of sex going on in old Norse myth; maybe not as much as in Greek myth, but I couldn't see putting ice-maids into Greek myth because icebergs are pretty thin on the ground in the Peloponnese.

A confession: while I was looking for something else, I came across the word "gelid" which I knew but didn't remember and would probably never have used, and it clicked back into memory so I had to use it or lose it, but it feels a bit like I cheated and wrote by thesaurus.  However, the rest of the big words are all mine.  I love hoarfrost, and, like Coleridge before me (The Rime of the Ancient Mariner), I'm using "rime" with a bit of a pun, but in saying that I make myself look incredibly snobbish.  Informal poll: Anyone catch the pun?  Anyone get the pun in Coleridge?  Anyone know what the hell Lexi is talking about?

This was rather rambling because I'm rather scatterbrained presently, and I apologize if I've seemed boastful about using big words or puns or Beowulf or really anything that I've said.  In attempting to explain, I've just made things worse.  Just like always.

Anyway, to return to the topic at hand, I struggled with this, not because I didn't have an idea, but because I couldn't write the idea down.  Then I wrote it down but it was all wrong, so I cannibalized phrases from the original to feed the fires of innovation.  Then it wound up being too long, so I cut things.  I would have cut the required phrase ("shivering with desire" if you're playing at home) but even though it's basically three words the story didn't need, I left it in and cut some other three words because it's important to play by the rules (127 words, if you're playing at home).  I wound up changing most of what I cannibalized, so there's very little of the original still there.  And I wanted it to involve more sex, but instead you got some arcane words.  Quick, instead of an orgasm, I'm going to say, "brumal!"  That's that kind of thing that keeps them coming back for more.

But don't let all that make you think I'm unhappy with this.  Nor am I ever unhappy that I've thrown my literary bonnet in the ring for Flash Fiction Friday.  I doubt sincerely that you'd be unhappy if you tossed whatever hat you wear when writing into next week's ring.  We take all kinds: literary tamoshanters, literary porkpies, literary straw boaters, even the occasional literary giant foam cheese hat.

21 Questions - Would You Rather...

I stole these from Lola, who in turn no doubt stole them from someone else, and so on back into infinity.  I'm actually pretty impressed; they're fairly good questions.  And since readers don't chime in that often (not that I've given much encouragement in the past month or so) I went for it because who can resist a meme?

1. Would you rather have a threesome with 2 guys and a girl, or 2 girls and a guy?

I've never sat down and attempted to tot up the figures as far as which one I've had more, but my gut tells me that I've probably had a few more FFMs than MMFs.  It's a tough call even then though, because they're both so enjoyable in different ways.  On average, I'd say that if you can get an MMF, it's probably going to be better because people are inclined to be more into it, but by the same token it's harder to get it started because guys are terrified of doing it for some reason.  So I guess I'll say MMF, just because if they were both on offer and at the same level of quality, I'd probably leap at the chance for DP which I haven't had in ages.

2. Would you rather have complete sober sex or completely buzzed sex?

Sober.  Always sober.  Drunk sex is rarely as good, and there's always a good chance you won't remember it in the morning.  Not that I'm totally opposed to some drunk fucking, but it's never going to be better.

3. Would you rather have your toes sucked or your ears?

That's a tough one.  I don't mind toe-kissing, but leaving spit behind is yucky.  And I don't want a wet willy.  Probably my earlobes would be fine.  I'd rather have certain other things sucked though.

4. Would you rather screw George w Bush or Martha Stewart?

If we're talking "screw" as in "take advantage of and leave bleeding in a ditch..."  But we're not talking that.  In total contradiction to my beliefs on pretty much everything else, I'd have to say that I'd probably rather fuck Bush, simply because it'd be over quicker and I could just lie back and think of England.  And sadly I'm just not that into older women.  I have no real beef with Martha Stewart, but I'm not attracted to her at all.

5. Would you rather have morning sex or night sex?

Morning in the actual morning?  No.  Wake-up sex is fine, but I'd rather not wake up at the crack of dawn for sex.  I like falling asleep sex too, but I do like wake-up sex.  Still, night sex is probably going to win out here just because I like the nightlife, I like to boogie..

6. Would you rather do it in the hot tub or big shower?

Hot tub by a narrow margin.  Since I have something of a combination in-house, it's a hard call, but I narrowly don't like standing-up sex as much as sitting-down sex.

7. Would you rather have no sex for a week or crappy sex for 2 weeks?

This will illuminate my psyche I'm sure, but unless we're talking really crappy, I'll take the crappy.  No sex for a week would be tough.  If there was some marginal chance I might get something out of the crappy sex, even if it weren't anything more than that pleasant feeling of being penetrated, I might go for that.  Now, if "no sex" means masturbation continues on the menu, and the crappy sex was so crappy that not only wasn't it good, it was actively unpleasant, then no sex and the tender tickled tamale for me, thank you kindly.

8. Would you rather be with an experienced person or non-experienced?

Another good one.  I fluctuate; there's a part of me that really enjoys innocence and inexperience (I've talked about this part; she's not the best part of my by a long stretch), but honestly I prefer to experience that vicariously a lot of times.  Watching two newbies at it is better sometimes than corrupting the innocent yourself.  Not that it's not fun to be the experienced one.  I'd say, further illuminating my bad spots, that I'd rather have an experienced guy, but for women, it's a much harder call.  Possibly still experienced, but I like a little cherry on top every so often.

9. Would you rather be naked in public or get caught by your parents?

Too easy.  Not really even a fair question for me to answer.

10. Would you rather be with one person for the rest of your life or experience many?

Many.  Not sure I could do just one.

11. Would you rather be the dominant one or submissive one?

Keeping in mind my total lack of hard-core-ness on the subject, I'm probably happier slightly more submissive with men and slightly more dominant with women.  But that's a vague inclination, nothing more.

12. Would you rather have sex in a church or a funeral home?

Oh God, totally a church.  Funeral home?  No thank you.  I am dying to actually have sex in a Catholic church (my schooling has warped me, I'm afraid) but since I no longer attend Catholic school, my chance has probably come and gone.  I used to dream of corrupting a priest in church, but that was just idle fantasy.  Still, I'm going with church every time.  Funerals make me really sad.

13. Would you rather have texting sex or phone sex?

Neither.  Please don't make me choose; that's like a rock and a hard place.

14. Would you rather die a virgin or a hoe?

It'd be hard for me to die a virgin.  And given the way they've spelled "whore" it'd be hard for me to die that way too, since I'm not a tool used for hoeing.  I'd rather not die either a virgin or a whore, but given the choice, I think I'm going with whore.

15. Would you rather post a picture of tits or ass?

Ass.  My tits aren't my best feature.  This doesn't mean you get to see any more of either of them.

16. Would you rather do it on the kitchen counter or in front of fire place with a roaring fire?

The fireplace sounds cozy and nice for a certain type of fuck, but the kitchen counter sounds like the ideal for another type.  I'd have to say the fire, because in my decrepitude I'm built for comfort rather than speed.

17. Would you rather have 30 minutes of foreplay which included a backrub or a 30 minute orgasm?

Back rubs are nice and all, but I don't require them out of foreplay at all.  I've had more than thirty minutes of foreplay (or what I'd qualify as foreplay) often enough, but never a thirty minute orgasm.  That sounds like something I'd like to try.

18. Would you rather be covered in chocolate or whip cream?

Having tried both, for strictly practical reasons, whipped cream is easier to clean up.  If I'm the one being covered, I'll go for the cream.  But if I'm eating it off of someone else, chocolate all the way baby.

19. Would you do it risky business style or Pretty woman style?

I have no idea, since I don't know what either of them are.

20. Would you rather have sex with the cowardly lion or the wicked witch of the west?

I figure this is probably some kind of allegorical question about what you prefer in a lover, but in terms of strict literalness, I'll take the Lion.  Fierce, noble, kind, and gentle, with a lion-sized cock... who would take warty, cackly, and evil over that?  Okay, so the witch probably has her good points too.

21. Would you rather have an orgasm once every 20 seconds or once every 5 years?

This is another illuminating one, but I'll take the 20 second option because I couldn't stand to go 5 years without an O. Quantity wins over quality, even though I'm sure the 5-year orgasm would be better. Although the question doesn't say that, so why assume it? Maybe the 20-second Os are just as good, and you have more of them. You might eventually build up a tolerance to them, I guess, and having an orgasm every 20 seconds might get embarrassing, but still, it'd brighten up my day.

There you have it.  Feel free to send my questions, or point me in the direction of question lists, or something.

College Adventures

I may sometimes make it seem like college was a total blast for me, that I spent all my time partying and fucking and just having a grand old time.  Hell, I probably make my entire life seem like that sometimes.

Don't you believe it.

I am not a social butterfly.  I happen to be pretty good at sex and not hung up about it, so I get more of it than people who are similar to my general temperament but are also prudes.  That's natural.  But while I did occasionally cut loose in college, I didn't go to a party school and I spent a lot of time working my ass off both academically and to make some extra money, and I spent a certain amount of time hiding in my room from the world because I just didn't feel up to dealing with people's crazy shit.  Gwen would drag me to parties, and sometimes I would go voluntarily, but I'm not who I may at times appear to be.  Or is that "whom?"  I can never remember whether "appear" counts as a linking verb and thus takes the nominative.  See, geek.

But all of that preface aside, I did have some banging times in college, which made up in small part for the fact that college basically sucked in most other respects.  So I can't pretend to be the voice of wisdom when it comes to telling people to stick to their studies (I was a horrible procrastinatrix among other things) or not take risks.

Thus, I am not worried when Sveta spreads her wings a bit.  In fact, I approve of most of it.  There is a part of me, the wimpy part which wants to protect her from everything, that... well, that wants to protect her from everything by locking her in her room and throwing away the key.  But we ignore that part, because life is for the living, and she's not being stupid, just having some fun.  It's fairly harmless.

This is all an intro to talking about some of Sveta's wing-spreading, which I only learned about over Thanksgiving because, while she hinted she had things to tell me, she wanted to do it in person.  It was better in person; email would have been awful, and the telephone loses so much in translation.  Plus, if it wound her up, that meant I could do something about that while listening.

We all know that Sveta is saddled with a roomie who, while nice and a good roomie, isn't exactly open to sexual possibilities.  Thus, not only is Sveta not getting roomie-nookie (and let me tell you, that's great) but she's not really able to bring people back to her room or entertain herself in her own bed.  Part of that is Sveta; she's embarrassed, and that's natural for her because she's been tied down for so long that it's hard for her to see that she doesn't have to be embarrassed to say, "Hey, roomie, can I have the room for the evening?  I've got a social agenda."  I still maintain that her roomie is probably in the same boat, and that communication is the key, but I'm one to talk.  Plus I have many advantages of growing up that Sveta lacks.

I do remember, before Gwen and I started fooling around, having to dance around the issue of wanting to bring guys back to the room.  I didn't really have a problem asking, "Um, Gwen, is it okay if you get lost for a few hours?" with a suggestive look in my eye, but it was still a bit awkward.  Still, after the first few times, and after she had asked me a time or two, it was okay.

So Sveta has to get off, when she can, either when she knows her roomie is out for an extended period (and even then, the cleanup is a pain) or in the bathroom on the toilet, hardly the most conducive area to self-pleasure.  And her romance must be conducted elsewhere as well, unless again she's assured of a solo room occupancy for a long enough time.

I told her she should find someone with a single and fuck him (or her), and while we were both joking around about it, I'll be damned if she didn't take my advice.  It seems she's bagged herself a senior.  I'm so proud.  I'm sure he's saying he bagged himself a sophomore (although not a freshman, so there's less cachet there) but make no mistake, while he's definitely the lucky one, she bagged him.

Since I wasn't there (and oh how I wish I had been) I can't give tremendously gritty details, but suffice to say that they met at a party, he invited her to his room for a private cocktail, and pretty soon she was on her back and he was eating her out like he'd done it before.  Once he got her to cum (good for him; it takes a skilled tongue or some serious patience) the gush had him so turned on that he ripped off his undies and got down to business without any oral preparation on her part.  She says his cock is as good as his tongue, although nothing compared to Mike or Dad (and she's probably not flattering them too much, since they're both really good) and he made out with her while slowly steadily pushing in and out until she was gushing all over again.

She thought it would be a one-time thing (literally, actually) until they started talking post-coitally, wrapped in each other's arms, and found out they're both interested in some similar things, and so they talked a bit of politics while he fucked her again.  Now that, I really wish I could have seen, because nothing is sexier than talking shop while fucking.

She still thought it would be a one-night thing until she woke up in his bed the next morning and they went to breakfast and kept talking, and then went back to his room and fucked again.  Actually, according to her, he was fingering her through her pants in the dining hall, and it was only by strength of will that they made it back to his room before ripping their clothes off again.

She's taken great pains to assure me that they're just friends.  While I am a bit jealous of him, I think she at least is telling the truth; she doesn't seem to have any feelings for him beyond wanting to jump his bones frequently and take advantage of his single room.  They haven't dated, they just meet up in his room for sex, but she's getting plenty, the minx, so I will feel much less guilty about sharing Dad with her a bit less one-sidedly this Christmas.

How do I know she's not romantically interested?  Well, I don't, but I do know that she's also had another guy, and this one, while the story turned me on immensely, made my protective mode kick into overdrive.  She went to a party to unwind after writing a big paper and got a bit drunker than is recommended, and made out on the couch with some guy she doesn't really even know.  Then they went to the bathroom and she sucked his cock in one of the stalls, then let him fuck her from behind until he came inside her.  Like I said, protective mode went off big-time, but I'm hardly one to talk, having barebacked far too often in my day.

But back to her regular lay.  He needs a name, I suppose, in case I have to talk about him again.  Let's call him Ernst because it's actually fairly close to the truth and I'm sick of Tom, Dick, and Harry.  Ernst is a gentleman, but he's indicated his desire to videotape their congress, and that made Sveta a bit nervous, and rightly so.  Because of various reasons, it makes me more than a bit nervous too.  I've counseled against it.  But should you find an amateur video with Sveta in it, obviously she ignored my council.  Like I said, she has to make her own decisions, and I can't protect her from everything, nor should I, because I'm not her fucking mother and when I get protective I sometimes feel like it, which makes me feel really old.  The hell with it: if they do videotape it, I hope she'll make a copy for me so I can drool over her.

Actually, she's raised the possibility, should I ever get the time and money to visit, that I could come and team up with her on Ernst, a possibility which sends my nethers to twinkling brightly.  We'll have to see how that goes.  He'll graduate at the end of the upcoming semester, so there's a fairly narrow window of opportunity there, but still, I could go up with her and we could paint the town red.  It makes me so proud to think that; a year ago, I wouldn't have thought she could ever paint even a small village red.

She's also eagerly welcomed Ernst into the elite fraternity of ass-fuckers; he'd never had a girl offer before, but after their first few times, she wanted some anal so she popped the question rather sheepishly.  She blushed when she told me about it, so I can only imagine how she must have been during the actual event.  Of course, he was game, and so she's enjoyed several back-door forays since.  They don't do it every time; she likes feeling his cock in her pussy too much, plus they like fucking face to face and anal doesn't lend itself to that as easily, particularly for the semi-uninitiated.

I asked her if she's let Ernst cum inside her, and she said no, but she was thinking about it; I gather that he wears a condom every time, which raises my estimation of him even as it makes me worry that he's taking it more seriously than she is (or indeed that she's taking it more seriously than she's letting on).  Again, I counseled incredibly hypocritical caution, but in fairness to myself after I counseled it, I told her several stories of my own college escapades which put the foot firmly in the mouth of that particular counsel.  She's pretty sure she'll let him at some point, but not unless the need gets really strong for a creampie.  I know the feeling.  Still, she can always slake that thirst at home.

Anyway, that's what's going on with Sveta at college, along a rambling path through my own thoughts on the subject.  I think I will have to make a plan to visit and spend some time helping her wear Ernst out a little, since he seems like he has youthful vitality to spare.  I don't make it a habit of telling other people's stories, but occasionally one likes to give an update.  Speaking of which, I hope I'll hear from Mike soon and have something to update there too.

Yeah, we can all live vicariously through my coed nymphet of a girlfriend, at least until she dumps me for someone her own age, instead of an old fogy who acts like her mother sometimes.  Yeah, anxiety and college sex; I remember the combo well.  Now all I need is the stench of cheap beer, vomit, and coconut rum, and a term paper due tomorrow.

Flashing Back to Sveta

I've had a fair number of inquiries about how Sveta's visit went, so I thought I'd cover that first because it's not going to be too in-depth. Not because it was bad at all, just because it wasn't remarkable, in terms of storytelling. Nothing in particular noteworthy happened, beyond the usual stuff that happens when Sveta visits.

So it was good. Very nice to see her, although I'll be seeing her again shortly. The first time we saw each other, it had been so long that I just about freaked out and tried to crawl down her throat and huddle in her stomach because I just wanted to be close to her, as close as I could get. I told her she didn't have to wait for me, that she could be with Dad before I got home; Mom picked her up since she didn't have any other way of getting home than that, because I had to work, so she was home for hours before I got there. But she waited anyway. Dad said he perfectly understood.

We retreated to my bedroom and slow, passionate love was made. I didn't get around to actually doing anything with her naughty bits until what seemed like hours of just holding and kissing and cuddling. I wasn't looking for sex, really, although I was perfectly happy to get some after the day I'd had, plus I'm almost always happy to have sex. I actually came on her thigh because we were grinding together for so long, her leg up between mine and her thigh rubbing on my cunt until I just let go and came. It was wonderful, holding her and feeling her against me, and I honestly didn't want to break away even to taste her. Eventually I got to stroking her cute little pussy after she started in on mine; I think she may have been hornier than I was, which is saying something.

After we started, it wasn't hard to move from stroking to licking, and I gave her two fierce orgasms in fairly quick succession before she couldn't take any more and started in on me, and then we actually fell asleep together, which I always love, although it never lasts.

Beyond that, the week was taken up with work much more than I wanted it to be, so Sveta and Dad got to have plenty of wholesome family fun in my absence. The only day I got to spend at home the entire time was Thanksgiving itself, which was fairly low key except for some general drama because certain members of my family take food preparation a little too seriously. During that time, Sveta and I went upstairs and let things simmer down. I would have tried to help cook, but I was just beat, and all I really wanted to do was curl up in my nice warm bed with my nice warm sweetie and stay there forever.

We made love surprisingly infrequently, even when I was available for it; she seemed to be getting plenty of the good stuff from Dad while I wasn't, and when I was, she was really clingy, which suited me fine because I was really clingy too. Or maybe I'm projecting my own feelings onto her. She was the one to initiate things other than cuddling on most occasions; I'm sorry to say that I was really too tired to be much of an initiator myself. If that had meant that we didn't have sex at all, I would have felt guilty, but as it was, I felt like it gave her the opportunity to call the shots in the bedroom, something I'm glad to see she's grown into. A year ago she wouldn't have made a peep about it.

Since Sveta's birthday falls in the fall after she goes back to school, we took the time to celebrate that at the same time as Thanksgiving, so there was some cake with the turkey and presents were given. Mom and Dad got her a gift certificate which she's saving so she and I can go shopping for underwear with it (yeah, we like shopping for undies, can you blame us) and I got her a book because I want her to read it and an egg because she needs some toys that don't require a lot of hassle to use, and sitting in her chair with an egg in under her skirt is something she's said she wants to try, since she can't really do a whole lot else with her roomie always in and out. I hope maybe next year she'll be able to get a single and have some alone time. She likes her roomie, but it's not a relationship where masturbation is acceptable even hinting at. I guess it's okay if you find someone you don't mind living with in close quarters and their only problem is being a prude. I still think it's possible that both of them are just too nervous to admit that they'd really be fine with it, but that's my dirty mind.

Dad also promised her an extra-special birthday lay (he gives coupons, the goof; I get one too on my birthday every year) and I've given to understand that she's saving that up for Christmas so I can be present, since it sounds like it will involve special lingerie and other exciting extras. She's had sex, but she hasn't had that many special times, and most of them have been with me, so we decided she needs to have a night of passion with Dad attempting to pull a double (I know it sounds like Dad's impotent, but believe me, one of his sessions is enough for most women). That remains to be seen.

Nothing particularly sexy happened on Thanksgiving; we didn't fuck at the dinner table or anything like that. We did eat dinner in various states of undress, but that's normal. And then after dinner, I did take Sveta upstairs and fuck her ass fairly roughly with our new double dil, which it turned out was something of a mistake because she had to excuse herself halfway through to use the facilities, but she came right back squeaky clean and finished up until we were both enjoying ourselves a lot.

Then I had to go back to work, and basically I only saw her at night, but that was okay. I was so wiped out that I got to sleep with her a lot; I didn't toss and turn or wake up at odd hours, and I had to be up early anyway so that was not big deal. I didn't really have time in the mornings for sexy showers, but I got sexy kisses on my way to the shower, and I went to work with my panties quite moist on a few occasions.

And then she had to leave while I was at work. Which would have torn me up more, except I was too busy to be torn up about it, and I know I'll be seeing her again soon. Still, I was a bit more mopey than usual that day, which actually was commented upon, and I told the truth, which made sense to my coworkers, even though I think a few of them may have batted an eye at my dating a college teen. Still, as I'll tell later, it didn't seem to hurt my social agenda. I don't really care any more; I don't introduce her as my girlfriend mostly for her sake, but I don't care if people know I'm dating a co-ed. A few of my male coworkers think I'm the coolest person ever, and that's more to do with my bagging a hot girl like Sveta than because I'm a lesbian. Like I said, I'm basically one of the guys when I work.

So yeah, it was good, but too short and too busy. If I'd been able to take the week off and just spend it with Sveta, it would obviously have been better, but I'll hopefully be able to do that at Christmas.

Sorry that wasn't particularly play-by-play, but while it was wonderful, I don't remember individual moments so much as the general warmth of having her there and snuggling with her. I'll be getting to the hot sex stories as soon as I can, but until then I hope the romance novel will be acceptable.

Flash Fiction Friday - Time

His hands, young and smooth, slid over the peaks of her breasts, slowly pulling the neckline of her impractical shirt lower, exposing her. His lips were at the nape of her neck, suckling insistently on her skin. She felt his power behind her surging.

Then as his hands slipped lower, over her belly, they became scratchy and roughened by a lifetime of work, and she remembered where she was, and who she was, and the power behind her was no longer there as he struggled with her waistline awkwardly, mumbling something. "I'm sorry, I can't," she said. "I can't." And she pulled away, her fantasy dissolving into harsh reality, the husk blowing away in the wind like the stray strands of straw beneath her feet.

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Who hasn't had the experience of letting a fantasy overtake them, or having a bubble be popped?  I'm not sure where this came from, since I've never had something quite like this happen to me.  I think if I'd written something longer, I might have been able to do something better with the idea, but I just don't have the time or the energy for it at the moment (I am a broken record).

I guess it comes from the slightly retro feel of the picture, or possibly the required phrase "scratchy and roughened."  I could have written a straight-out sex scene, and he could have been the farmhand with naturally scratchy and roughened hands or something like that, and all would have been well, if a bit clichéd.  But I didn't.  Chalk it up to wanting these poor characters to be miserable.

This has been, of course, Flash Fiction Friday, which you should check out.  I am swamped with work and yet I've managed to do it every week (with debatable success), so what's your excuse, huh?

Because When I'm Crazy...

Everyone knows I can't resist a series of silly questions, even if I've probably answered them before.  And because I'm crazy, the answers may be more entertaining.  Probably not.  I'm basically only answering this series of questions (which I discovered via Sex Babble who linked to Lady Grinning Soul's actual recitation of the questions which she apparently stole from The Daisy Approach, and there I stopped tracing) so I can answer the last one because I have something funny to say.

Also, in an edit to the original, I should point out that the POS at the start of this post was me being forgetful and not me calling something a piece of shit.  If I want to call something a piece of shit, I have no shyness about that.  "Piece of shit post editor," she mumbles darkly.

1. Had sex in car older than a 1985 model?

You know, I'm not sure.  I think so.  But I could give a shit about cars, so I haven't exactly been taking down license plates and VIN numbers.  I usually just take down panties.

2. Played strip poker and lost?

Of course.  I'm not a terrible poker player, but I'm not that good either, and losing at strip poker is no big deal to me.  I don't have any particularly sexy stories arising from this fact though, to the best of my recollection, which isn't all that good at the moment.

3. Name three celebrities you would like to bang the sh!tz out of.

What's "sh!tz?"  I'll be fair and give three men, three women, and they'll all be pat answers because I'm not much of a star-fucker, so I don't think about it a lot.  I'd fuck Karl Urban, Clive Owen, and Kevin Spacey (yes) on the men's side, and Emily Browning, Alyson Hannigan, and Keira Knightley (although only if she calmed down and ate a sandwich first) on the women's.  All at once, if possible.  Understand that these are purely off the top of my head, and mostly just about looks.  Or a particular character.  For instance, Keira Knightley in the first Pirates of the Caribbean movie is eminently fuckable, but as a person, I'm not so sure.

4. Ever gone commando?

This question has been redacted to read "Are you now or have you ever been Lexi?"  Why yes, Senator, yes I have. 

5. Open relationship?

Similarly, a fairly easy question to answer.  They don't always work, but if you can make them work, I think they're great, and not just because I'm a ho-bag.  Openness, sexually, is healthy.  And I believe that love can be given to more than one person too, although that's tougher to make work.

6. You have been naughty what is your punishment?

I'd rather not be punished.  I should be rewarded for being naughty; it brings so many people pleasure.

7. Ticklish?

I've become less so in my dotage, but I'm still relatively ticklish, yes.

8. Spit or swallow?

This is an extremely popular question, and as I've already discussed a while back, I don't get why.  Is spitting really that popular?  I know that some people do it, and some people have perfectly legitimate reasons for doing it, but come on, it's already on your tongue; what's the harm in swallowing?  You'll swallow some of it anyway; it can't be helped.  If you mind the taste, don't get it in your mouth in the first place.  I have perfect respect for people who don't take oral cumshots, but if you take one, just swallow it and get it over with if you want to be rid of it.  Of course, some of us roll it around on our tongues because we're sick little monkeys.

9. Is rear entry an option?

Yeah, the parking is always better around the back.  Plus only the cool people get let in the back way.

10. What would you do for a Klondike bar?

Poor Lady Grinning Soul didn't know what a Klondike bar was.  That's either an indication of her non-United-States-ian upbringing or her sheltered life.  Me, I wouldn't do much of anything I wouldn't do already for a Klondike bar because I don't like them.  And I hate myself a little for being able to sing the jingle that goes with the question.

11. Truth or Dare? (Truth have you ever been with more than 1 person in one day? or show a tasteful picture of cleavage/boobs or guys a boxer shot)

I'd rather play Parcheesi.

12. BDSM?

Occasionally, not as a lifestyle choice but as a way to spice things up.  But I'm not into pain, so none of the SM part, and I'm not really into anything beyond light bondage except in fantasy.  I can be a bit submissive between the sheets (well, not between the sheets, but that's the polite term) but I wouldn't pretend to actually participate in anything which most people would qualify.  So not really, I guess.

13. Does this picture make you horny or hungry?

Can't honestly say that it makes me either.  I was a bit titillated by it, but then the chicken wings kind of weirded me out a bit.  And I wouldn't want to eat it.  I'm already hungry and horny, and this hasn't affected that state much.

14. You order a pizza...would you ever flash the delivery guy at the door?

Have I?  Not to my recollection.  Would I?  In the right situation, I'd have no problem with it.

15. Are you horny?

This question has been redacted to "Are you now, or have you ever been..."  Wait, I've done that joke before.

16. Leather or lace?

Lace.  Leather is uncomfortable.

17. Silk ties or hand cuffs?

Like I said, I'm not much for bondage, so it'd have to be silk ties because I'm not using handcuffs. Besides, if you're going to be hardcore, I know a lot of knots and I have a ready supply of cable ties.

18. Thongs? Boy shorts? Grannie panties? Lace?

Bikini cut mostly.  I have a few of the first two, and some lace stuff as well (although that's really a material, not a cut).  I've never gone in for Granny panties mostly because I buy cheap-ass bikini bottoms in bulk for normal everyday wear.  They're basically my Granny panties.

19. Eyes open or closed?

That question covers more ground than a beached whale and is about as fragrant.  Depends, I guess.

20. Romance or kink?

Romance.  I don't know that I'm really all that "kinky" in the traditional sense of the word.  I like sex, and it doesn't have to be romantic, but it also doesn't have to involve trained squirrels and the New York Philharmonic.

And lastly 21. Would you rather take a bath in chocolate pudding or drive around the town naked in your car?

To quote the great Phil Hartman impersonating Frank Sinatra, "Next issue: Rita Hayworth or Ava Gardner, who would you rather nail?  I disqualify myself, because I've done them both."

Yeah.

I've never actually "bathed" in chocolate pudding per se, but I did once enter a wading pool full of the stuff for charity and the amusement of a crowd.  This was in college, needless to say.  I shudder to think of it now.  Filling a bathtub with pudding and getting in, I'd probably do; it was an interesting experience.  I wasn't naked; I was in a bathing costume of (for me) fairly conservative line, and no sexy hijinks were had.  My ass was thoroughly handed to me by someone smaller than I am, and I retired from the field of pudding wrestling humiliated and sticky.  It was a bitch to get out of my hair.  Not as bad as Jello, but annoying, and I smelled like a rancid pudding pop for days.

And I've driven naked.  It was dark, but I had no clothes, having lost them somewhere.  It's a bigger deal for girls than guys, I'm sorry; a guy, unless you look hard, is just shirtless, and where I live, that's not a big deal.  I was terrified that the police would pull me over.  I'm not ashamed of nudity, but the consequences of it are often embarrassing.  I'll strip down for anyone, as long as it won't get me in trouble or make me feel awkward and so forth.  And lord knows I've been naked in cars, moving cars, often enough, just not usually while driving.

So... I guess I'd rather take a bath in pudding than drive around town naked.  The pudding would be easy enough.  The driving, I'd be nervous.