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In Flagrante

I concentrate on the belly button first, after the preliminaries, the kissing and holding and stroking that we can keep up for hours without really going anywhere. It might seem a little strange that I go for something other than her breasts, when her breasts are like magnets to the hands, firm, warm, soft, perfectly fitted to my palm so the nipple presses on some acupuncture point I didn't even know I had. Chinese medicine doesn't talk enough about nipples, in my opinion.

But I don't go there first. Not today. She's giggling, a soft little chuckle that makes the point of attack vibrate, so I kiss it, which only makes it worse. My hands call out to my brain, "Hey, either put us on the boobs or we're taking matters into our own selves." They can't very well say "hands," now can they? I resist; it's no good to let your body tell you what to do. Besides, my brain is contemplating her tummy. It doesn't go in and out when she laughs, it just shudders, like the laughs are rocketing around inside, trying to get out. Lying back like this, underneath me, I can look up between her two perfect breasts and into her eyes as she giggles softly. I can't resist. I kiss just above the belly button, where the shiver is most pronounced, and then flick my tongue out between my lips, brushing her skin. It tickles. She giggles again.

I was paying to much attention to my lips and tongue and my hands wrestled free of my control, and I feel them slowly running up her flanks, over the slight bumps of her ribs, then around, and cupping her breasts, feeling her heart beating under my fingers. She sighs, and that makes her tummy move too, relaxing for just an instant before I kiss her again, lower this time, right above the bone of her hip, and she squirms a little, opening her legs between mine as I straddle her knees. I'll tease her a little more, feel the rising heat of my ultimate goal.

My hands are still softly kneading her breasts, like a massage, the pinkies around the side, the join between the muscle of breast and chest, feeling the soft skin there. Her hardening nipples are poking just so between the bones in my palms, and it's like a circuit is formed between her and me, the flow going up from her belly as she giggles, through my lips and out into my hands, then back into her. Or maybe it's the other way, the nipples sending surges of power which I return to her laughing belly. It doesn't matter much.

I don't bite. I never bite. But she's too tasty to leave alone, so I do nibble, no teeth, just lips and tongue. If she was giggling before, she's laughing now, still quiet, but the shaking in her tummy has increased. Even though I can hardly stand to pull away, I move my hands to hold from the sides, putting her nipples within reach of my mischievous fingers. When she's this hard, this ready, my thumbs in particular love the feel of rolling over her pink nubs, feeling them retreat and then surge back. I roll them gently between thumb and forefinger while I nibble my way up her tummy, which is still shuddering with laughter, over her sternum as it too shakes, then quickly snake up to give her a kiss on her laughing mouth before she knows what I'm doing.

Her hands hold me there, tangled in my hair, on my neck. I was planning on going back down, maybe putting my lips around a nipple and suckling at it like a baby, tasting her sweat, smelling the scent that comes off her body when she's this ready and just waiting for me to get on with it. But her lips are intoxicating. So soft compared to mine, or at least so it seems. She claims I'm biased, that my lips are just as soft as hers, but I know better. When we kiss, the circuit that we had below is repeated above, only this time with breath, breath flowing out of her and into me and then through me and back to her. We can't kiss completely head on when we're like this; our noses get in the way. Locking lips can only be done at a slight angle. But we can still look into each other's eyes, and I see hers, half-closed as she keeps laughing even as I'm kissing her, but still alive, shooting sparks into me.

Finally, she releases me and whispers, "Get on with it." Then she gives me a little grin, vulnerable and shy, and if I were a man I would plunge my cock into her right then and never stop. But I'm not. So she might have to wait a few minutes while I get distracted on my way back down.

TMI Filler

I didn't do the last one (in order on TMI) because I have a backlog (as can be seen by the fact that this one is coming much later than it was originally posted) and it was stupid. This one is marginally less stupid. Once again, from TMI.

1. What are your feelings about traditional bachelor/bachelorette parties?

Clear proof that monogamy is a sham. Okay, that's not fair. Monogamy isn't a sham, and I respect people who are monogamous because hey, more for me that way. Only kidding. But bachelor/ette parties seem to either be just parties, and why the hell not, or excuses to cheat. Just because you're not married yet doesn't make it not cheating. I've been to parties before weddings where the couple were both there and there was some goofy fun, and that's fine, but if you're segregating the sexes and doing things secretly, you're cheating, Jack/Jill.

But I'm going to have a killer bachelorette party if I ever get married. Strippers will not be involved, and my prospective spouse will be. In other words, group sex with the bride and groom. Oh yeah, it'll be epic.

2. Do you wear (or not wear) something special to bed/dress differently when you want to have sex?

To bed? Or just in general? Because in general, if I'm expecting sex and I want it to be something other than random sex, I will wear nicer underwear and I might dress more sexily. But to bed? I sleep naked. It's not an invitation, it's a sign which says, "Hey, if you want me, here I am." I do it alone, together, whatever. If I sleep in clothes, I always wind up strangling myself on a neckline or being pinched by something. Fuck clothes. Nudity in bed rocks.

3. Do you ever fake orgasms?

I don't fake. I occasionally embellish the truth. Sometimes the O isn't that big, and it's through no fault of my partner/partners, and I make it bigger because it's a two-way street. I don't believe in rewarding bad behavior, but I will reward good behavior by being a little over-dramatic. Also, sometimes sex needs a little drama to spice things up. As long as I'm cumming and my partner isn't doing anything wrong, I'll express my appreciation. If that means I emphasize my enjoyment a bit, hey, that's not lying. And sometimes, if I get into embellishing the truth, the truth starts to feel better. But no, I don't fake orgasms... except once or twice when I really just wanted to get the fuck out of Dodge and have him cum already.

4. Do you own any leather or rubber clothing?

I have leather boots. Does that count? I'm not a huge fan of tight things, and things that capture body heat make me sweat and then I pass out from dehydration. Seriously, I can sweat out in a heartbeat. I wore leather once, and was profoundly uncomfortable, and it wasn't even that sexy and certainly wasn't the bottom layer. The idea is sexier than the reality, like edible panties, which are a goddamn joke. When I first heard about them as a child, I figured they were some kind of cloth made with spun sugar. They are most assuredly not. And even that sounds like a horrible idea to my more experienced mind.

5. On a scale from 1-10, how willing are you to do something in bed you don't want to just because you are asked?

Depends who's asking. I have limits. Beyond them, I will not go. There are things I don't enjoy a whole lot that I'll do if asked nicely. But I won't do scat, for instance, just because someone asks. Even Sheri couldn't peer-pressure me into doing that, which fortunately she's never tried to pressure me into doing. But I have gone to places where things got unpleasant for me because I let someone talk me into something. So maybe a 5? I hate judging analog values on a digital scale. There's no discrete nature for this system. It's infinitely dense. Math geek test.

Bonus: Can men and women be "just friends?"

What the Hell kind of question is that? If you don't think they can, you're a sexist jerk. Sorry. I mean, that's like asking if I can be just friends with a woman. I mean, I am attracted to women, have sex with them, so obviously I must be unable to separate sex from friendship, and thus I can never be friends with anyone. What a load of crap.

Now, I happen to believe that one can be friends with someone and still have sex with them. I have friends who are nothing more than friends, and I've had sex with them and would do so again. Gwen, for example, is one of my best friends, and we have no plans on becoming romantic, but we've fucked like rabbits. Still, friends without benefits is perfectly feasible, and I have many friends of a non-sexual variety of both sexes. It depends on what's appropriate for the friendship. I don't talk to all my friends about my personal problems either. Can I be friends without revealing every facet of my being to a person? Absolutely. There are levels of friendship and types of friendship, and it's all a rich mishmash of crap.

For the love of whatever deity or deities or lack thereof you hold dear, send me some questions or something. TMI is great and all, but really, it's a mixed bag.

Sveta-esque

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Housekeeping

I had a request a long time ago to put more useful dates in my posts. I originally decided I didn't want to because it would show just how long it had been since I last wrote, and while that would be easy to find out, sure, it was a motivational tactic I pursued. Then inertia set in, and I just left it like that even though I was being fairly good about posting regularly. Then I got the request, outlined above, and I thought about it, and then I forgot that I'd thought about it.

And then today I was looking through the archives for something, and I realized that, while it might not matter if one is looking at posts sequentially by month, it does matter if there's no context, say if I'm searching by topic. It's a pain in the ass not to know when a particular post was written. Now, I wish I could turn it on for posts that are out of context but leave it off for posts that are beinge viewed sequentially, but I'm too lazy to figure out how. It well might be possible. If someone knows how and can tell me the basics, I'm pretty good at hacking Blogger's layouts so I bet I could figure it out. But as it is, since I've been good about posting regularly, and it's a new year (well, it has been for a while now, but it's closer to New Year's than it is to July), I've decided to reconsider. Thus, the longer datelines.

Dateline - New York, January 23, 2010. Panic stalks the streets as a giant enraged Lexi tramples buildings, climbs skyscrapers, and just generally makes a nuissance of herself. Scientists are baffled by the appearance of a giant naked woman in downtown Manhattan. The National Guard has found that all conventional weapons are useless against her. She has been heard to yell, "Dee pee! Dee pee!" No one is sure what it means, but one thing is certain, it can't be good.

TMI Belated Christmas

I am writing this prior to Christmas, but it will be published post-Christmas. If this blows your mind, you should wear a hard hat next time. As always, generic filler courtesy of TMI, who are fine people even if they often come up with silly questions.

1. Have you ever mooned/flashed anyone? How long ago?

Good lord, when I was younger, I had very little shame around certain people. In college, I would flash people all the time, but usually while wearing a bra. Since then, I've definitely reigned myself in. I still threaten to do it sometimes to make people jump.

2. Pick an animal that best displays your personality.

We've done this one already. I think I'm going to answer echidna this time for the hell of it.

3. Do you mail out holiday cards, and if so, how do you pick the list?

I am awful. I should, but I don't. I am bad at keeping up with the Joneses.

4. How often do you wear something sexy to get attention (lingerie, low cut dress, silk boxers, etc...)?

Oh, I'll wear slightly sluttier clothes on occasion if I'm trying for someone, but that hasn't happened in a while. I'll also wear sluttier clothes if I'm feeling naughty. But I always want attention, regardless of my clothes. I'm such a whore.

5. Have you ever tasted breast milk SINCE you were an adult?

Nope.

Bonus: Do you like "talking" when you have sex?

I hold conversations while fucking, but I don't think that's what this means. Dirty talk is okay, but I'm not very good at it, and I suspect most people aren't. I know you think you are, and maybe you're the exception, but chances are good that they've just been humoring you. It always seems a little goofy to me. Now I can deal with goofy, and I enjoy over-the-top sex talk sometimes, but a lot of times, I can take it or leave it.

Double Bonus: If Santa is a guy, how is it that he never seems to get lost?

He has to visit every house. He just marks the ones he's already visited with a piece of chalk, process of elimination, no getting lost. If you're sneaky, you can sneak up to your chimney and erase the chalk mark and get double presents. Don't tell him I told you.

The Joys of Knowing a Smattering of Russian

I pick out words here and there in Russian speech, having been studying it for a while now (self-study, which means I move slowly), and while porn isn't The Battleship Potemkin it gives me an opportunity to go, "Hey, that means..." Of course, I don't know any naughty Russian, and I'm not yet to the point where I can pick up words just by hearing conversation (I'm really more interested in being able to read Russian than to speak it), but still, it's fun, and that, if nothing else, is a good excuse for me to watch Russian porn.

http://www.tube8.com/teen/natasha-beatifull-face/87174/

This one isn't lying; the girl has a very beautiful face, and the rest of her ain't bad either. She's wearing a bit too much makeup, and I don't believe for a moment that she's really vosymnadsat years old (18, for you gringos), but she's probably close to that. She's not skinny as a rail, has nice curves, large, perky nipples, just all around nice to look at.

But enough about her. This video has a certain amount of talk (and if you're not studying Russian you'll likely find that less interesting than I do) but it makes up for it by having more than enough rock for a video as short as it is. No creampies, but pretty much everything else two guys and a girl can do, and they don't go at any one thing long enough to get boring. Plenty of anal, some nice DP, cumshots, oral... yeah, it's a decent effort by the Red hordes. Although I suppose they aren't the Red hordes any more. Fine, our Slav brothers and sisters. Hooray for Mother Russia!