Points of Pride

So when last we left our intrepid adventurer, she had just introduced Zoe, a cute young actress, to the joys of surreptitious, pre-show, same-sex fingering.  But as I said before, that certainly wasn't enough for me.

In fairness to myself, it could have been.  Had Zoe decided it was enough for her, I would have been fine.  I would have felt like she was missing out on all the joys that being with another girl has to offer, and if I do say so myself I would definitely have felt she was missing out on all the joys that being with me has to offer, but I would have respected her wishes.

But after the show, as I was getting ready to leave, she came up to me and said, "Remember before, when I said it just made me want more?"

"You want more?"

"Yes."  Again with that prompt response.  She wanted it bad.  I'm not flattering myself here.  Again I say that this poor girl was so hard-up for it that she probably would have taken any port in a storm.  Lucky it was me.  Also, I do feel a little good about it because had I not offered her the option, I wonder if she wouldn't have wound up fucking some random guy just to get off.  Or random gal, I suppose, but honestly I find that less likely.  She didn't exactly throw herself at me at the start, albeit that she was throwing herself at me now.

"Can you wait until we get someplace a little more comfortable?"

"I guess so."  Zoe's cute when she's disappointed.  Not that I disappointed her, or that she's not cute experiencing other emotions.

Well, we could have gone back to my place, but for two factors: 1) it's pretty far from the theater, and 2) Sveta is there, and while I'm not ashamed to bring home a girl at all, and in fact in other circumstances would and Sveta would be thrilled, it seemed like a bit much for this only-recently open to same sex stuff girl to have to deal with two horny women instead of just one.  Plus, Sveta is my favorite and I love her but she probably would want some quid pro quo, and I was honestly pretty happy to just keep making this girl cum over and over again.  I like girls who cum frequently.  It's fun.

So we went to her place.  Her place, in this case, being a dorm room.  Now, I'm no stranger to dorm room sex, but as I get older and farther away from college I become less and less in my element.  But hey, it was worth it for the chance to get to see/touch/taste Zoe again.

She has a roommate, even.  Oh, what was I thinking?  But said roommate was out, not expected back, and Zoe said that she had had romantic assignations with her ex in the room in the past, so roomie was understanding and wouldn't intrude even if she did come back early.

"Should I... get naked again?  I mean, I feel bad that you're not..."

"I'll get naked too," I said.  "But like I said, I'm all about you.  Let's just see where this goes."  I shucked my pants to show I wasn't shy and she shouldn't be either.  I mean, not that she was being shy; she'd had my fingers in her only a few hours ago.

And then things got bogged down in a discussion of how cute my panties were.  I'll spare you the boring details.  I didn't think they were that cute, but Zoe was really into them.  Not really in an attractiveness way, but she thought they were terribly cute.  Wanted to see the matching bra.  Basic black stuff, no frills.  I hadn't been expecting to get lucky so I was just wearing my work clothes.  Yes, I frequently wear blacks even to the underwear stage when I'm working backstage.  I don't know why; it's not like I'm changing sets in my undies.  Hell, I'm not even changing sets at all in this show.  I'm never seen by the audience.  Once a techie, always a techie.

Eventually though, she took her clothes off too, letting me compliment her own underwear, which were also pretty basic, but showed off her figure nicely.  In the better light, I could see that she was a little flabby, which I only mention as a point of interest.  She was skinny with a little extra padding, I'd call it.  But it worked for her.  Very cute.  She was a little more shy now that I was ogling her, but I assured her that I was ogling with interest and not eyeing flaws, and she softened up.

We kissed again, with much more intensity than the first time in the back room.  She's still basically a kid and her kisses are a bit sloppy, but enjoyable in enthusiasm which makes up for lack of technique.  Hell, I'm only analyzing this post-game; in the moment I was perfectly happy with her kisses.

But almost immediately her hand had mine down on her cunt again.  "You really do need it," I laughed.

"Yeah."  Again with the yeah.  It was incredibly arousing.  Consent is incredibly arousing, kids.

"Well, you wanted to know what a woman can offer, so I'm not going to just finger you again," I said with a smile, then I slowly, much more slowly, kissed my way down her neck, over her collar bone, stopped for a moment at her beautiful breasts (her nipples are pink, perfect, small for the size of her breasts which are quite ample, basically just delicious) but she was hurrying my head down.  Okay, girl needs orgasm, got it.  I will deliver.

I kissed her belly, one of my favorite parts of a woman (yes, even with the breasts and ass and pussy, I love me a cute belly) which jiggled a little but was soft and warm and inviting.  But I didn't get a chance to linger.  I suppose if I'd started fingering her she would have let me stay a while longer, but I was almost as hungry to finally taste her pussy as she was to have it tasted.

"Oh yeah," she said, almost to herself, as I quickly skipped to the main event.

I had tasted her juices previously, you may remember, but there's nothing like the source.  And she was soaking wet at this point.  I think I really had just wound her up previously.  I finally got to get a closer look at her cute little pussy, and cute it was.  Small, almost juvenile, but when spread some cute little pink lips and an opening that just cried out to be tongued.  So I did that.

I can't give much of a play-by-play after that because she wrapped her legs around my head and pulled me in and I was licking and sucking and fingering and all sorts of fun things and she was cumming, over and over again.  I haven't been with a girl this orgasmic in a while.  It seemed like now that we were in a safer, more comfortable place, she was free to let loose.  She didn't get any louder, either because dorm walls are thin or because she's just quiet, but she did give me a few breathless instructions, and soon enough I had two fingers in her cunt, my tongue lapping away at her clit which was being lifted slightly by my thumb, and eventually when she really got going I just put my lips around the top of her pussy and tickled her over and over while my fingers curled up and up against her abdomen.

Like I said before, she isn't a crystal clear orgasm; she doesn't announce herself, particularly in the heat of the moment when it's just orgasm after orgasm.  But I knew when she was really going because she was like a rag doll.  And unlike the last time, I kept up my ministrations, switching it up a little, going in waves, and just kept her right at the edge after she stopped.  She never pushed me away, and after one or two Os she didn't say much of anything other than whispering, "Oh god, yes," and assorted others of that ilk.

Overall, a very enjoyable lay.  She wasn't asking much, and it wasn't so intense that I got tired.  Really, she was pretty easy to please, when you get right down to it.  Again, that's probably partially because she hadn't had it in forever.  Also, the girl likes oral.

I wished I'd brought some toys, because I really could have gotten her going then, but it was plenty.  And eventually, after what seemed like hours but was probably only 30 minutes or so, she finally seemed like she was sated.  She didn't say stop, but she was pretty sweaty and limp.

"Now you..." she said.

"Honey, you don't need to..." I began.

"Come on, you just made me cum so hard I almost passed out.  There's got to be something I can do for you."  That was the first time she'd said the word, "cum," if you can believe it.  Not one for dirty talk.

"If you want to, you can do whatever you want to me, although I'm going to warn you that I'm definitely not as orgasmic as you are."  I didn't mention my medical stuff.  No reason to complicate things or make her feel bad.

"Take off those cute panties.  I want to see you naked."

Yeah, like I'm going to say no.  The undies went quickly away.  She looked me over.  "You're way sexier than I am," she said.  I swear, I am not padding my resume.

"Not a chance.  Plus, I don't have a cute little pussy like yours."  I mean, I have a cute pussy, but hers was very cute.  I would have thought it was cute even if she otherwise was unattractive.

"Come here," she said, like she'd made a decision.  Honestly, after all that, it was like she still wasn't sure.  Which is why consent is an ongoing thing, kids.  Yes, these two posts are turning into a parable about consent, but seriously, even if you've seen someone naked, eaten them out forever, and done all sorts of things to them, they may not be interested in returning the favor.  And as much as it might suck to be you, respect that, because otherwise it's wrong.  Getting yours is not a right, it's a privilege.

But she was telling me to keep going, so I kept going.

We started kissing again, and this time her hands moved to my breasts and she gently caressed me at first, then got more into it and started tweaking my nipples.  "Can I kiss them?" she asked me after a moment.  Like I was going to say no.  I laughed and nodded.

She kissed them.  No sucking, just kissing. Which, as strange as it might be to say, felt nice.  It was gentle and tentative, but it was incredibly cute and sexy too.  When she finally stuck out her tongue and licked one, almost as if she were afraid she might be doing something wrong, half of me wanted to laugh, half to cheer, and half (yes, I know I have three halves, deal with it) was super turned on.

Her hand moved slowly down my stomach and I helpfully spread my legs.  I've been somewhat sloppy in my shaving schedule of late, but wonder of wonders I had actually shaved that afternoon, like I knew it was going to happen, so she didn't have to deal with stubble.  Clearly, based on her own pubes, she was no stranger to grooming, but she did seem to enjoy the bareness of it.  After a moment, I moved my hand down to hers, not to force her into anything but just to guide her.

"You're wet," she said with a laugh.

"Of course I'm wet," I said, as her fingers explored the lips.  "I've been fucking a gorgeous girl.  Hell, I was wet all evening just looking at you and thinking about seeing you naked."

Flattery will get you everywhere.  If it's true, that helps.

Once she got over whatever nerves she had, she was perfectly willing to finger me, and she wasn't a slouch at it.  Definitely been doing that to herself for practice, and it turns out whatever she enjoys I'm also fine with, because it felt very nice.

But after a few minutes, she stopped and looked at me.  "Do you want me to go down on you?"

"Honey, whatever you want to do.  Honestly, I'm happy making you cum."

"Well, if I'm going over to the other side, I can't..."

"You're not going over to the other side.  You've got needs.  You're checking out your options."

"After this, I might decide to convert."

"If you do, that's totally okay, but I'm not trying to convert anyone."  I wasn't.  "You just needed someone and I'm happy to be that someone."

Brief aside again: I am not always this good at conversation or dealing with people.  But sex is my wheelhouse, and I'm pretty good at talking about it and dealing with it.  It's one of the ways my upbringing has made me a healthier person, I feel.  Anyway, when I get all therapist during sex, just know that it's atypical for me, but it's totally what I do in these situations.  It's why I've been able to have amazing sex too.  Communication is sexy.

"Let me try it and see," she said.  So I lay back and let her move between my legs.  I gave a few encouraging words, not really pointers, and she kissed my pussy just like she had kissed my breasts.  But then she licked and it was like she'd... well, like she'd totally gone over to the Dark Side as it were.

If her kisses are enthusiastic, her cunnilingus is even more so.  But it's also extremely unskilled.  She wasn't terrible or anything; she definitely knew what she liked and was trying to do it to me.  But there's a gap between knowing what to do in abstract and actually doing it in practice.

But I decided that I would save up lessons for another time, if there is another time.  No point in spoiling the mood if this is the last same-sex experiment she ever undertakes.  I made appropriate noises and even if it was unskilled it wasn't unpleasant.  Her fingers made up for any lack of skill on her mouth's part.  Finally I had to stop her.  I thought about faking an O but decided against it.  She looked a little disappointed until I told her that I was a very hard nut to crack and that, O or not, she had made me feel incredible.

And then, cheekily (oh, the irony which you'll get in a few seconds) I asked her if I could see her ass, because it was the only part of her cute body I hadn't gotten to ogle properly.  She giggled and forgot all about her disappointment and let me not only see it but wrap my hands around it and give it a few kisses.  A very nice ass.  Not toned, maybe not as pert as some, but it fit with the rest of her and felt great in my hands.  I'm less picky than I make out, I guess.

Me grabbing her ass led to me asking her if she'd ever done any anal, to which she looked a little shocked and said no.  "Poor thing.  That little asshole is just cute as a button."  She blushed all over at that and looked scandalized, but she didn't say stop when I ran my finger down between the cheeks and over it.  It really is a cute little rosebud, less pink than her pussy but just as tiny and tight-looking.  I didn't press my luck (or press anything else) but I did give it a little massage, and then grabbed her hips, flipped her over with her squealing and laughing, and dove into her pussy again.

I wish I were the type to enjoy rimming, because who knows how she would have liked that.  But I did tickle her a little at the back door while I lapped at her pussy, and she squirmed a bit but then said, "Okay, keep doing that please."  Just like that, so polite, like she was asking for a massage, not telling me to keep rubbing her asshole.

I spent a lot of time on the taint (such an ugly word for such a pretty spot, but it'll have to do) and did massage her asshole with some more vigor as she got closer to climax, but I held off on anything else, got one last orgasm out of her which came with a strangled moan, and then kissed my way up her body, kissed her soundly for a few minutes, our bare skin pressed together, and then said I really had to get home.

"I don't think I could take much more anyway," she said, sitting up and sighing.  "Thanks."

"No, thank you."

"No, I mean it," she said.  "I never thought... well, this was amazing.  I had a blast."

"Don't give up on guys.  I know quite a few who would consider themselves lucky to be with you, and they certainly would give you all that I can plus a good hard cock in the bargain."

"Yeah."  She sounded a little wistful.  "But you said there were toys for that."

"Don't you have any?"

"Nope.  I'm... you must think I'm a prude."

"Honey, after tonight, that's definitely not what I think."  There I go, calling her honey again.

"Maybe..."

"Maybe what?"

"Maybe you could show me some?"

"If you'd like, I would love to fuck that tight little pussy with a giant dildo," I said, grinning.  I love that she gets sheepish about saying naughty things.  It's just so cute.

"Tomorrow?"  Jesus, the girl's insatiable.  I should get her and Liam together... damn, that's a great thought, but not one I think I could ever pull off.  Still, if he were a few years older, I would totally suggest it.

"Let's see how you feel tomorrow."  Caution.  Or sleepiness.  Or both.

"Bring one just in case, please."

And that's how we left it.  Pretty sure Zoe is going to get the business end of a dildo tomorrow.  Maybe a vibe too.  I'll definitely be prepared.

I came home and told Sveta why I was late (although not really that late, we had an earlier show than usual and despite it being an extremely profitable session it was a whirlwind, which is why I'm able to write about it tonight).  She said, "You're going to convert her and then she's coming over here because I want a girl who cums like crazy to play with."

So yeah, who knows?  And maybe, just maybe, I might have a trick or two of the male persuasion up my sleeve too, because I really don't want to convert her, or at least not put her off men completely.  I could definitely arrange a good fuck for her, one which would at least give her something to think about.  We'll see about all this.  I just know that a trusty dil and a vibe are coming with me to work tomorrow.

Fingerbanging

I couldn't come up with a more nuanced title.

I'm doing a show right now, and that usually means either a complete lack of anything interesting to talk about or something fun happens.

Remember way back when, with Annie?  I don't blame you if you don't; I didn't remember her pseudonym until I went back to the archives and looked it up.  She was a nice diversion back then.  I think my favorite part of the story (and there are more parts than the one I just linked to, although she never was important enough to merit her own tag because it didn't really go further than three or four posts) is the surreptitious and completely unexpected fingering I gave her while sitting in the audience as the director gave notes.  But I also remember her pussy-eating skill.  She was damn good.  Maybe not the best I've ever had, but top marks for an amateur.

But that's just a fun romp on memory lane, and you're not here for my recommendations of posts to check out in the archive.  Damn the archive is huge.  I guess I could do a weekly "Best of" if interest was there.  Or have readers submit their favorites.  I'm open to all possibilities.  Send me a message in some way or other.  I'm very nice.

Okay, back on track.  Well, that was eons ago, so I haven't really thought about it until now.  Why am I thinking about it now, you ask?

There is a girl in this show, and I use "girl" because she's probably only 19 or 20 at the most.  Cute as a button, very undress-with-my-eyes.  Tall too, long black hair which she wears in pigtails whenever she's not on stage.  So yeah, I've eyefucked her a little from my sheltered location backstage, particularly since she does a scene where she's wearing less clothes than is normally proper.  Nothing too scandalous, but definitely fun to see.  Let's give her a name.  Zoe.  I don't think I've used that one yet.  It suits her reasonably well.  I'm not sure I'm going to need it, but I know her name so she should have one.

We got to talking before the show tonight.  She's just gone through a breakup, but she wasn't torn up about it.  Rather, he was an ass and she was happy to be rid of him.

"You're a lesbian, right?" she asked me after a few minutes of talking about him.

"Bi."

"But still, it must be nice.  Jesus, I'm thinking of switching teams.  Men.  Fuck them."

"Well, you're young yet.  If you're dating guys your age, a lot of them are going to be jackasses."  I don't necessarily believe this: a lot of older men are jackasses too, and I've known several perfectly good guys who were her age.  But it seemed like the thing to say.

"Yeah, I guess.  Still, I envy you.  I bet women are better in bed too."

"I enjoy both.  Gals bring something new to the party, sure, but..."

"Don't get me wrong," she laughed.  "I don't think I could give up guys for sex."

"Well, there's always little rubber helpers to substitute."  I laughed.  She laughed, but then she looked at me.

"But lesbians don't want that, do they?"

"Honey, lesbians can like being penetrated as much as the next gal."

"But there's all sorts of other stuff they can do.  Like stuff you can't ever get guys to do."

"What, like going down on you?  Honey," (yes, I was using that word a lot for some reason), "if a guy doesn't go down on you, he's not worth keeping."  Also not really true, but I do believe that women should be allowed to expect oral sex.

"Yeah, but they don't know what it feels like.  I bet you know how to turn a girl's crank."

"I have pleased a lady or two in the past," I said, being modest and preserving my dignity.

"I wish you'd turn mine."  The words hung there in the air for a moment, then she blushed a little and backed off.  "I mean..."

"I know what you mean," I said.  "And if you wanted to, I would totally go for that.  You're sexy as hell.  But you're not..."

"No, I am," she said, getting serious.  "I mean, I'm not switching teams or anything, but I haven't had anyone pay attention to my 'needs' in too damn long.  And if I've got to find a woman to do that..."

"You want to find someplace right now?"  I was half-joking, but she took me totally seriously.

"Yeah.  Yeah."  She said it half like she was convincing herself.

Okay, fine then.  I know all the hidden places.  It was preshow, but we had some time.  Still, the number of people in the building made it harder to find an isolated spot.  But like I said, I know all the hidden places.

She tagged along after me as I investigated a few.  It took three tries before I found somewhere out of the way where it was unlikely we'd be disturbed, as two of my usual suspects were occupied or too close to others.  But fortunately place number three was open and dark and there was no traffic, so we barricaded the doors (metaphorically; we just took a few precautions to make certain that if anyone did show up, we'd have time to either hide or run) and then it was time for whatever was going to happen.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," she said, blushing again.

"If you don't want to..."  I am a big, big believer in consent, kids.  Sometimes I might cut out all the consent-asking I do because it interrupts the flow, but I ask permission and I give escape routes and I take no for an answer, even if it isn't said.  And that doesn't make me a hero.  It's just basic human decency.  Seriously.  But I'll hop back off my soapbox now because we're fine here.

"No, I really, really want to," she said.  "Seriously Lexi, I haven't had an orgasm in... well, too long.  Just... you're really open to this."

"I wasn't lying when I said you were sexy as hell," I said, smiling.  "Confession time.  I've been ogling you from backstage for the whole run."

She smiled and blushed.

"But if we're going to do anything, we... should probably get to it, because the curtain will come up whether we're ready or not," I said.  Maybe not something I should have said, but true.  Not forcing the issue, or rather forcing it to be decided but not in one way or the other.  "If you want to wait until..."

"No, now that I'm all revved up I need to get it or I'll be distracted all night.  Um... do you want me to..."

"Honey, tonight is all about you."  And it was.  I was going to enjoy getting this girl off, hopefully while getting to see her naked and maybe taste her.  I wasn't expecting any quid pro quo.

As an aside, my medical difficulties at times make me a very generous lover.  Because if I can't get off, I can at least enjoy getting others off.  And I do.  Sveta doesn't believe me when I tell her that, but I get as much pleasure out of getting her off as I might having one of my less-than-satisfying orgasms.

"Do you want me to take my clothes off?"

"Whatever you feel comfortable with."

She felt comfortable taking her clothes off.  The light wasn't great, and she was in a hurry (probably my fault for reminding her of the ticking clock) so it wasn't a striptease, but there she was naked.  Not exactly toned, but not heavy either.  Curvy in pleasant ways, with big beautiful breasts.  A thatch of black-brown fuzz between her legs.

"God damn you're cute," I said, admiring.  She blushed and laughed.  "Can I kiss you?"

"Um... okay."  So I kissed her.  She was shy about that, but shockingly not shy about grabbing my hand while I was gently kissing her.  Her hand moved mine down to that thatch of fuzz.  I'll give her this: the girl knows what she wants.  As my hand got closer to her pubis her kisses became more enthusiastic.  Pretty soon my fingers were dipping into her wetness and her tongue was dipping into my mouth.  Not a skilled kisser (which I think has to do with her lack of experience) but enthusiastic.  Typical coed stuff.

I broke away from the kiss.  "I've got to suck on those cute nipples of yours," I said, grinning.  She nodded, her breath already heavy, so I kissed quickly down (remember, ticking clock, or I would have been much, much slower and enjoyed every second) and then wrapped my lips around her nipple, while my fingers probed deeper.  She said she liked penetration?  Well, I'd give her some.

"Oh god Lexi, you really do know what you're doing," she whispered.  Okay, I do know what I'm doing.  Not going to lie.  "Harder.  God, harder."

Okay, harder it was.  Two fingers in a very tight, very wet young cunt, sucking and licking one nipple then then other.  When I got my thumb involved and pressed it up from her opening toward her clit, she gasped, "Yes, just like that," and then melted in my arms.  She didn't cum obviously, nor did she announce herself, but after some fevered breathing and squirming, she let out a big sigh and I felt it was time to spiral down a bit.

"Feel better?" I asked, coming up for air.  My fingers were still in her very wet pussy, but I was just in a holding pattern.

"Honestly?  No," she said, then she laughed.  "I think it just made me want another.  But we don't have time."

"I could probably keep this up for a few more minutes," I said.

"Okay," she said, almost instantly.

I switched it up a little and used my free hand to hold a breast while I came back up to kiss her.  She was extremely eager this time, particularly when I started again with my fingers in her pussy.  "God, I'm getting close already again," she breathed, laughing a little.  "If this is what being a lesbian is like..."

"Don't worry about that," I mock-chided her.  "I want you to get off again."

"Okay," she said, almost instantly again, then kissed me, her arms around me, pulling me close.  Her legs were wide open at this point, and I sneaked a look down.  Delightful.  The pubes were silky and ended above her clit, and her pussy was as small as it felt.

I had to ask.  "Your ex, did he have a big cock?"

"Not big enough," she whispered with her eyes closed.  "And it didn't make me feel like this."

I wasn't out to convert her.  Particularly when thinking about the loss to the penises of the world if this tight young cunt was removed from the market for them.  Damn I wanted to taste it, but she wouldn't let me go.

She wasn't lying when she said she was close again, and this time when she did her orgasm thing I kept going until she finally backed off a little and smiled at me.  "Okay, that one was even better.  Damn Lexi, this is amazing.  I've got to do something for you..."

"You are," I said, cutting her off.  "At least for now.  But who knows?  Maybe later, we can be more comfortable and get better acquainted."  I pulled my fingers up and sucked off the juices.  She grinned and blushed again.

And then it really was past time, so I had to bid a sad farewell to her nubile form without getting to see it as fully as I wanted.  I washed my hands so I didn't smell quite as much like pussy and then we did the show.

But if you think I'm going to let that be that, you don't know me very well.  After all, all I had done was give her a decent fingerbang.  Poor girl was so hard up for it that she probably could have gotten off with anything.  I did ask her why she didn't just masturbate and she said she did but never got off that way.  Needs another person in the mix, evidently.

In any case, pride is in play here.  She wanted things guys wouldn't give her, and fingers is not that.  Maybe she just wanted an O, but if she wants to know what a woman can offer, fingers ain't nothing, honey.

Which is why this story will have to be continued, because it's long enough, and anyway, there was a change of venue.  Stay tuned.

Dark Places

Okay, I promised some of you that I would tell a scat story.  Normally I'm not that into it, but I went through a dark period a few years ago.  In any case, if it's not your bag either, feel free to skip this one.  And if you're expecting 2 Girls 1 Cup, you're going to be disappointed too.  It's pretty small potatoes.

So as I said, I went through a dark period a few years ago.  It was during my blog's hiatus (I'm calling it that because it sounds better).

I was working at an office at the time, and there was a street festival going on outside.  I had clocked out of work (well, not really clocked since there was no timecard machine or anything) and gone down to see what was going on, and I got hit on by a guy in his 50s.  I'm not shy, and at that point I was still able to cum fairly regularly, so I hit back, and he bought me a few drinks.  He was basically finger-fucking me under the bar and I was raring to go, but neither of us had a place to go; my home at that point was a commute and he couldn't go home because his wife and kids were there.  Yeah, I'm a bad person.

But I had a key to the office and it was late enough that no one would be there, so we retreated to the office.  The bathroom seemed the best place, just in case someone came in, so we went there.

"You seem like a dirty girl," he said, grinning, as I unzipped his fly and started sucking him on the bathroom floor.

"I am," I said.  I'm probably not, actually, but I was a bit drunk and in a dark place.

When I say, "Dark place," I mean both that I was indulging in some fairly dark fantasies at the time but also that my medical difficulties were making it harder and harder to enjoy sex, so I had been resorting to some extremes to enjoy myself.

"I'm going to fuck your little asshole so hard," he said, pulling me up.  "And I want to get your shit on my dick.  You like that, don't you dirty girl?"

"Yeah, get your dick all shitty," I said.  Not my greatest pillow talk.  I'm not used to this sort of thing.

"I want to see that shitter open up and the shit coming out of it," he said.

What the hell?  I'm not going to touch it or play with it, but I was surprisingly okay with the idea of letting this guy watch me drop a deuce.  He wanted me to squat and stick my ass out and just let fly.

So I did.  It was surprisingly sensual.  I love a cock in my ass, so having something coming out is the same sort of sensation.  I've noticed that in the past, and being watched and drunk and knowing I was going to get fucked after was plenty to turn me on.  I had to squat over the toilet from the side so he could see, but he got a full view.  When I was finished, he pulled my ass around and crammed his rock-hard cock in, and I came.

He was in it for the long haul.  My ass got a little sore from the pounding, but it was enjoyable too.  Then he came inside me and wanted me to shit out his cum, so I did, with some more shit in the bargain.  Then he very tenderly wiped my ass, first with toilet paper, then he wet a towel and cleaned me up even more.  It was an odd ending to an odd evening.  He even cleaned his cock off, so I didn't really have to lift a finger, which was good because despite being fine with shitting for an audience I wasn't interested in getting it on myself.

Then he asked if I wanted to watch him.  I was okay with that too, so he assumed a position which had to have been somewhat uncomfortable and started squeezing out logs.  The shit itself wasn't the part I enjoyed, but I loved watching his asshole expand and contract around it.  "I love it when a girl watches me," he confessed, his cock already hard again.  "Any more inside?"

I was fresh out, but he was fine with fucking my ass again.  But before he did, he swirled his cock around in the toilet with all his shit.  I was about to draw the line, but he pulled me down onto him before I could say anything, and after that I didn't want him to stop.  Even when he started switching holes, I didn't want him to stop.  I was feeling every bit the dirty girl and it was turning me on.  When he asked me if I could piss while sitting on him with his cock in my ass, I didn't even hesitate.  Our clothes were in a pile safely away from the mess, so I just let loose and, I'm afraid, splashed most of it on the floor.  He reached around as I was pissing and got his hand in my cunt and I came, then came again when he pulled up his fingers, wet with piss and juices, and I licked them off.

I think at that point I might have done pretty much anything, but he never asked for anything I wouldn't otherwise have been into.  He came in my ass again and then stuck his face down my my ass and wanted to watch me push out the cum close up.  He didn't mind that I farted while trying either.  Those sorts of things happen.  Then he just as tenderly wiped me off again, cleaned up the floor and himself, and thanked me for a fun evening.

And for the next few days I got really hot and bothered when I had to take a shit.  I would even masturbate while shitting.  Eventually that passed too.  But I think, even now, I would happily allow someone to watch me take a shit, as long as I don't have to deal with it.  It's incredibly transgressive and I get into those moods sometimes.

TMI Tuesday

From the vaults.

1. Sex. What are your areas of expertise?

I give great head, I've been told.  Either gender.  And I'm just pretty good at sex.  I've had practice.  I'm not the best, nor am I the best I know, but I'm pretty darned good if I do say so myself, and it's not just me saying it.  I think I might be better at anal than the average gal in the street.  I'm also good with people who don't know what they're doing.  I'm a pretty patient lover and I give instructions if necessary.

2. How long have you been having sex?

Since I hit puberty.  So a while.  Let's leave it at that.

3. What time of day do you prefer to have sex?
a. morning
b. afternoon
c. night

I think I might prefer nighttime sex just because I'm a night owl and I'm most awake then.  But I'm not too picky.

4. Do you charge for sex? Money or some other means of payment?

I did it once.  I talked about that in the blog a long time ago.  Short version: it made me feel a little dirty.  I'm a weirdo who doesn't like to do things she enjoys for money because money ruins things.  That isn't just sexual.

But that said, in my darker times I've thought about fucking people for money because it's something I'm pretty good at, have experience doing, and if I had a resume that didn't lie about that kind of thing I think I might be able to get a job doing it.  Plus it's decent money if you do it right, and I could use money.

All that said, I'm not likely to.  It's illegal and somewhat dangerous.  If it were a regular job, I might think about it.  I wish I lived in a time when temple whores were a thing because I think I could get into sacred sex.

5. How long does your average sexual encounter last?

As long as it needs to.  Seriously, my average sexual encounter can be anything from a few minutes to a few hours to all day.  Sometimes a quickie is what's called for.  Sometimes an all-day romp is.  People stress out too much about the time it takes to fuck.  Sure, I like for a guy to be able to last more than a few thrusts, but that's not all that sex is, and you can have an all-day romp with a premature ejaculator which is very nice for everyone.  Stop worrying about it.  If your partner is enjoying him or herself, make sure they keep enjoying themselves.

That said, I sympathize with those who can't last a long time because the act of sex is enjoyable and I wouldn't want it to be over too soon.  And it seems like the scientific consensus is starting to tilt toward there being not much one can do if one is a two-pump Johnny.  Which sucks for you because there's more to sex than cumming.  But you can still be a great lover.  Talk with your partner.  Ejaculation is the goal but the journey doesn't have to go straight into the tunnel, as it were.

6. Do you have a safe word? What is it?

The few times I could have used a safe word I didn't have one.  The other times I haven't needed one.  That's not a good way to go about it at all, kids.  If you're going to get into something where a safe word is a good idea, come up with one with your partner or partners.  And everyone, unless you're playing a scene or something, your safe word should be "Stop."  Or "no."  If you hear that, stop.  I read a great article that I wish I could link to about consent not being something you give up.  If you're halfway through the deed, cock in pussy, and you want to stop, that's when it stops.  Either party.  It can be totally vanilla.  Consent is something you have to keep giving, and if you stop giving it, that's not wrong.  You can be raped halfway through.  And you shouldn't have to be.  Partners, when you hear consent withdrawn, pull up, do not pass Go, and usually there's something to talk about and maybe, if you treat your partner with respect, another session without stopping may be in your future.  Or not.  Either way, stop.

Bonus: Ever had sex so good you broke things or something?

Good lord, where to begin?  I've broken a bed before.  I think I talked about that somewhere in the archives.  Short version: it wasn't weight, it was energy.  We were up against the headboard and there was a creak and a crash and then we were tilted at a strange angle.  And then we got up, dusted ourselves off, and pulled the mattress off the bed and kept going.  Because fuck weak beds.

I've broken picture frames shaking walls, and bumped into china while in the moment.  Frankly, sex doesn't have to be great to break things when you're as klutzy as I am.  I've spilled too many drinks to count.  So many stains on things.

But I've never broken myself or my partner while fucking, and that's my gold standard.

TMI Tuesday

From the vault.

1. Have you had major surgery? What type?

No, shockingly I haven't.  I don't count wisdom teeth as a major surgery.  I still have pretty much everything I came in with.  Sometimes I wish I had already had major surgery in my life so I wouldn't be so scared of medical things.  But on the other hand maybe I would be more scared of it if I already had done it.  And given my luck, I would be able to answer question #2 differently if I'd already had surgery of some major kind.

2. Have you died and been resuscitated?

No.  But then I'm not sure I believe that you've died if you've been resuscitated.  Medically, I guess.  Technically.

Of course, there was that time I went to Haiti and the voodoo priest made me into a sex zombie.  But that wasn't medical, and I had to pay him $50 to do it.

Kidding.  Only kidding.  I was born a sex zombie.

3. Do you have surgery scar(s) that embarrass you? Where?

I don't.  Having had no surgeries helps with this, but I'm not sure I'd be embarrassed by a surgical scar anyway.  I guess if it were horribly disfiguring or something.  I don't know.  I guess I'll find out at some point.

4. Do you have a scar, on your body, of which you are proud?

I have had plenty of scars, but a lot of them have faded over time.  I'm odd; I scar relatively easily but they don't last.  I guess I'm proud of some of the scars I've gotten at work in the theatre.  They're badges of honor.

5. Have you ever played doctor and nurse as foreplay for sex? Which were you–doctor or nurse?

I've never played doctor and nurse.  Doctor and patient or nurse and patient, sure, which is what I thought was the cliche.  Doctor and nurse just sounds routine.  But I've been doctor, nurse, and patient.  It's not my first go-to, as far as roleplaying is concerned, because I have issues with medical science (namely it's always trying to hurt me).  But when others desire it, I'm down.  If someone asked me to play doctor and nurse, I guess I'd go for the nurse, being the boring, pop-culture-influenced gal I am.  But I'd also play doctor.  I don't much care.  Both could be fun.

Bonus: Do you like bdsm medical play? What about that excites you?

Like forcible pap smears or something?  Not really.  Or rather, not any more than I'm interested in BDSM play in general.  I don't get genre-specific.

Liam and Sveta and Kate, Oh My

So we finally got schedules to sync up.  No, we're not all bleeding at the same time.  Jeez.

I had a day off, Sveta had free time, and Kate and Liam were home.  So we accepted the invitation which was basically an open one and headed over to their house.  Kate has been pestering me to come back.  Liam is insatiable and now that he's got his mom's ass and pussy to play with, it's like he's got two dicks to get wet.

When we came in, they were both naked.  "Strip off and we'll get cozy," Kate said.  Sveta was looking at Liam, and Liam was looking at Sveta, and I figured that Kate and I would probably have each other to ourselves for a while.  Liam was rock hard.

We stripped and kissed.  Everyone was kissing.  Liam gave both of us long tongue kisses, his cock jutting into our stomachs.  That was just too much.  "Honey, you and Liam..." was all I had to say before Sveta was holding his cock in one hand.

"You're beautiful," he said in awe, looking at her breasts.  And I realized that they were probably the biggest he's seen in person.  Well, maybe he's seen other breasts, but not ones he gets to suck.

He didn't let her suck his cock.  He was too intent on suckling at her breasts.  Kate and I just looked on, proud.  "He's so good," she whispered to me.

"I know," I said.  Because he is pretty good.  Getting better every time.  Sveta was already a bit blissed out.

"We should go and smoke while they're busy," Kate whispered.  I wanted to watch a little, but I also wanted to get high because I wanted to cum, really badly in fact.  So she went and got the goods and we sat on the couch and watched as Liam kept nursing Sveta's tits.  Which are not huge by any means.  I love her breasts and they're bigger than mine but I can only imagine what Liam would do if my sister showed up, because she's got big boobs.  Sveta has nice handfuls.

He reached between her legs without stopping his oral fixation and pretty soon he had her gasping.  I was sure he was going to make her cum just from fingering, but finally she pulled him up, gave him a giant kiss, and said, "God, I want you inside me."

I should sidebar that in the break in blogging Sveta has become much more open sexually.  When we first really became an item, and even after, she was pretty shy, but now she's grown up a lot and she has had plenty of experience.  I should get her to answer some questions on the blog.  Any questions?

"I wanted to lick you first," he said, looking a little sad.

"Plenty of time for that," she said, lying back on the floor.  He looked down at her like it was his first time.  I don't know why that makes me proud, but it does.  She's grown up to be a beautiful young woman and any guy would be lucky to get to look, let alone to be inside her.  Liam certainly looked like he felt lucky.

And then he was inside her, her legs wrapped around his waist, and after a few thrusts she moaned, "Oh god Liam, I'm going to cum!" His eyes perked up.  Liam loves making girls cum.  It's like it's his favorite thing, more than cumming himself.

She gushed.  Kate had warned Liam, because he just kept smiling and thrusting until she was almost screaming with the force of her orgasm.  Poor dear has been hankering for a cock.  It's been a while since we shared one, and while I know she has some on the side, it's irregular.  If we could just get Mike to live with us...

"Wow, she got me all wet," said Liam to his mom, who was smoked up and fingering herself.  I was starting to feel the effects and my own fingers were toying.

"Honey, ride Liam so he can have his first real shared experience," I said, once Sveta came back from Never Never Land.  She grinned.  He looked a little confused, but he pulled out, cock positively dripping, and lay back where she put him.  Then she straddled him and eased down, and I moved over and sat on his face.  Well, not really sat on his face, but I planted my pussy above his mouth and he took the hint.

The boy is into analingus.  He spends half his time licking asshole.  I knew this from what Kate told me, but hearing about it and experiencing it are two different things.  Kate offered me a drag while her son lapped at my pussy and ass, and I took it.  I could feel little background pains but a lot of it melted away and I was enjoying myself, so much so that when Liam grunted and came in Sveta's wet pussy I almost didn't notice, until he stopped licking.

I was all set to go over and clean Sveta out when Kate said, "No wait, let Liam show you his new trick."

Upon which, Liam moved over and started eating his own cum out of Sveta's gaping pussy.  Damn, the boy has very few boundaries.  "When did this start?" I asked Kate.

"He just started doing it," she laughed.  "He came inside me and wanted to make me cum and he just started eating me out.  But that's not the trick."

And then Liam got up, came over, and gave me a sloppy, cum-filled kiss.  Damn, young spunk on a young tongue.  What's better than that?

"God, that was incredible," said Sveta.  "Liam, you're incredible."

"Thanks," he said, sounding a little shy.  "I can do it again if you want."

Yep, he was already raring to go again.

"I think Lexi..." Sveta began.

"No, we've got all kinds of time," I said.  "Liam, fuck her in the ass.  She needs it."

"No, fuck them both," said Kate, looking stoned.  "Come on baby, show them what you've got."

So with some coaching from the sidelines, Sveta and I started making out on the floor.  I pulled her on top of me with her ass in the air and then gestured for Liam to get in there.  She giggled when he bent down and licked her ass for a while.  "Why don't more guys do that?" she asked me.

"Liam's just a trooper," I said with a laugh.  "Kate, get your ass over here so we can eat you out while your son fucks us."

Liam's cock worked its way into Sveta's ass and Kate came over and squatted.  "Go on, lick her ass," I said to Sveta.  "You think more people should do it..."

"Fuck you, Lexi," she said with a smile.  But I was already tonguing Kate's clit roughly, like she likes, so Sveta had no choice.  I couldn't really see, and her tongue met mine sometimes, but she rimmed Kate gingerly for a while until the assfucking she was getting was too much to concentrate on anything else.  I moved my hand down to her pussy and felt Liam's cock going in and out.

"Okay, okay, switch, tag, you're it," said Sveta breathlessly after a minute or so.  So we rolled over and I was in the hot seat.  Liam pressed into my ass and I found myself staring at Kate's rosebud.  It was musky, but a lot of that had been washed away by licking, plus I was high and feeling loose, so I went for it.  I even pushed my tongue a little into her.  Not something I'd normally do, but whatever.  Plus, I may have to do it more if Sveta likes it.  Still, Sveta's anus is much more pleasant.  I swear, the girl must fart rainbows.  But I'm biased.

Liam spent in my ass after a minute of thrusting, then I felt him sucking cum out of my ass.  He came up and kissed his mother.  She was too far gone to really care, or it's something they do.  It was pleasant on the receiving end, let me tell you.

Sveta slid down between my legs and started licking my pussy, then I felt Liam licking my asshole, and fingers were involved on both ends and I'm afraid that Kate got a bit left out after that.  I came, the nicest orgasm I've had in a while.  It hurt a little and I couldn't keep it going but it felt wonderful.

After that I asked Kate if she wanted a turn but she laughed and said that she'd had plenty of turns and that it was our turn to be worn out by her insatiable offspring.  Who was insatiable in the best way.  He was hard again and Sveta moved over to suck his cock, then she got to her hands and knees and slapped her ass.  "Get back in there," she said, and he obliged.  I rolled over and ate Kate out in earnest because while I may not be as gung ho about making girls cum as Liam is, I am pretty gung ho about it.  I got her off twice without stopping, even as she crawled over and started sucking Liam's balls as he pounded Sveta.

He is a lucky, lucky guy.

We broke for dinner.  Kevin came out of his room.  He was naked too.  "I figured if the rest of us were going to be naked all the time, it would save on laundry," Kate said, giving him a motherly kiss on the cheek.  He said hi to Sveta and we all sat naked around the table and ate.  Drinks were poured for the adults.  I was still pretty high, and my judgment was definitely impaired, because I got a little tipsy too, as did Sveta and Kate.

And then Kate asked Sveta if she wanted to smoke with us.  I hadn't planned on staying the night but it looked increasing like that was going to happen, so Sveta said yes.  And then, well, Kate asked Liam if he wanted to join us.

I don't think it's a great idea.  But his mom is a stoner.  And I was high and drunk.  And it wasn't like he needed drugs to get him to fuck.  He took a little hit when it was offered, coughed, and said, "Okay."  Then took another.

So we're all stoned as shit, or at least I am, plus drunk, some more than others.  Liam was taking sips of his mom's wine.  Kevin had gone back to his room before this, so I guess that's something.

"Come here, big boy," I said, or maybe slurred.  What a line.  I should write for the pictures.

I wound up sitting on his lap with his cock thrusting up into me.  I started straddling him, but it got uncomfortable, so we switched and he opened his legs.  I sat back and his cock popped into my ass.  I wasn't planning that, but hey, I wasn't complaining.  Sveta chilled out and Kate came down and started sloppily giving me head while her son's cock thrust in and out of my ass.  Then she practically yanked him out.  "I want to taste that ass on my boy's big cock," she said, and started slurping away.

I hopped off as gracefully as a gymnast with an inner ear infection and came over and snuggled Sveta, until Kate said, "Okay, enough bullshit.  Let's get to the bedroom before anyone gets hurt."

Once in the bedroom, Liam, still hard and raring to cum somewhere, albeit perhaps a bit out of it, went to town on Sveta.  "I want to see her cum," he said, and started licking and sucking and fingering until she was moaning.  When she came, it was everything he could have asked for.  It was like a geyser.  Well no, not really, because that's just in porn, but she gushed like crazy and he just lapped it up and looked hungry for me.  His mother was sucking his cock beneath him and I swear he might have cum in her mouth but he never stopped going after Sveta's personal regions, all of them, like a mad man.

I felt a little left out until Kate came up for air and said, "Liam, Sveta needs a break and Lexi needs a cock."  And that's how I got a cock.  He lasted forever, several positions, and then finally creamed my pussy.  I swear, even though he had cum so many times before, he still came with force and volume.  He wanted to eat it out of me but Kate was there first.

We rested after that.  We were all a bit worn out, and it wasn't even that late.  But then Sveta said, "I want to try something," and went over to Liam and I thought she was going to blow him, but instead she started rimming him.

"Oh wow," he said, his cock leaping.

"Kate, hop on.  I want to see Sveta rim both of you," I said.  I was trashed.  What can I say?  Who wouldn't want to see that.

Sveta actually got a finger in Liam's asshole and started licking Kate's while Kate took Liam's cock and rocked on it slowly.  "Mom, her finger's in my butt," Liam said unnecessarily, but we all laughed and Sveta pressed deeper.  "God, I'm getting so hard," Liam gasped.  "That feels so good.  Keep doing it."  So Sveta started slowly fingerfucking Liam's asshole while licking his balls.  He tensed up and then relaxed and grabbed his mom's hips and pulled her down.  And then he came inside Kate, the cum dripping out of her while Sveta kept working that prostate and balls.

We rested again after that.  Bathroom break.  And then we all went out in the dark and jumped in the pool.  They have a pool.  I think I may have mentioned that in the past, but if not, they have one now.  I think they put it in a few years ago.  The cool water felt great and we all just hung out for a while.  The buzz was wearing off and I really wanted another orgasm, so when Kate asked if we wanted to smoke again we all said yes.  We went dripping back into the house, more drinking, more smoking, and things got a little hazy.

 Before I fell asleep, another orgasm was achieved fairly successfully by a combination of Sveta and Kate working me over.  Liam sat back and watched us for a while, and I don't blame him because the poor kid had probably cum five times already, but insatiable as he was, eventually he was hard again.  The gals broke away from our free-for-all with each other and we all thought it was about time Liam had an assembly line, so we lined up, asses in the air, giggling and stoned and drunk, and let him have us any way he wanted.  Not leaving much for his birthday, but we'll just have to plan ahead for something special.

I'm not normally one who thinks anal-to-anything is a great idea.  A good way to get infections.  But like I said, we weren't in our right minds and anyway we'd pretty much had our tongues on everyone's asses at that point.  And it was great feeling him slipping his cock first into my pussy, then a few thrusts in my ass, then back to the pussy, then knowing someone was blowing him, then back into my ass, and so forth.  Sveta and Kate were egging him on while he fucked me and I know I did the same while he fucked them.  When he got close, we all did the porno thing and clustered up to give him three faces to aim for, but at that point there wasn't a whole lot of cum to go around.  Still a lot of fun.

We all cuddled in the big bed and sort of passed out for a while, then I woke up to find Liam and Sveta missing.  Gave Kate a kiss and a rub, which she sleepily acknowledged, then staggered into the living room to find the missing couple spooning on the couch, slowly fucking and chatting.  I chatted with them, a little groggily because it was still early but I was sober at that point.  Sveta didn't want to cum and ruin the couch (pretty sure it was Scotch Guarded but whatever) so when she got close she almost rolled to the floor and practically begged him to get her off, so he slid down too and started suckling her breasts and plowing her.  I pressed my finger into her ass and she went off, then Liam, at my suggestion, kissed his way down her body and started licking every delicious inch between her legs until she covered her mouth with her hand to keep from waking the neighbors and came again.

I was sucking Liam's cock and got, without fanfare, a cumshot in my mouth.  It didn't even break him away from keeping Sveta's motor running.  Good kid.  She had to stop him after a minute or so.  Then we all went back to bed.  Kate looked up and grinned and went back to sleep, and we tried to do likewise, to varying degrees of success, until finally I had to get up because the bed was just too crowded.  Sveta got up shortly after and came out, said, "They're fucking again," with a grin.

At that point, despite our hosts' sleepy insistence that we could stay for breakfast, Sveta and I excused ourselves, found our clothes pretty much where we'd left them by the door, and headed back home to get some proper sleep.

I think we're getting Liam a toy for Christmas, or his birthday, or just the next time we can.  The boy likes things in his ass.  Maybe matching toys for him and his mom.  Maybe, I don't know, something for Kevin too.  Just because he's not joining in doesn't mean he wouldn't enjoy a buttplug.  That, I'll have to talk to him about.  But can't you just imagine the three of them with matching anal toys?  I can, and I would rather see it than imagine it.

Wetting My Panties

I think I've talked about this before, but I'm going to talk about it again.

I love panties.  Bra and panty sets, certainly, but I love me some panties.  Where other women have shoes, I have panties.  I own way, way too many, some of which I never use.  For someone who spends a fair amount of her time not wearing panties for various reasons, I certainly own enough of them.

I know a lot of guys like thongs, and a lot of gals too.  Me, I've never really cared for them.  They have their place in the pantheon of panties, but for the most part I don't think I look that good in them.  I prefer bikini cut.  But there is a place for thongs, and that's when I really feel like having my panties pulled aside and a cock stuck in there.  I can do that with any set of panties, but the thong really lends itself to that approach.

I've gone out with a few guys who liked me in thongs, so I do own some.  And there is something enticing about seeing a thong above a girl's waistline, I'll admit.  I know people think it's trashy or slutty, but it turns my crank.

I dated a guy who might have been more into panties than I was for a while.  He wasn't a specialist; he liked all kinds.  When he was feeling dominant and I was going submissive, I'd pull out panties I got from the childrens' section of the store (well, Junior Misses probably, or whatever they're calling it these days).  I don't have many of those pairs left because they all got "ruined" in the act, and he kept some.  I'm not judging.  If I'd fucked me wearing them, I would have wanted a souvenir too.

But he liked to do the really rough stuff with thongs.  We weren't doing any hardcore BDSM or anything, but if I wore a thong it invariably wound up being ripped off me.

That's not what I'm here to talk about.  I got off track.

He also liked watersports.  It was a control thing for him.  He was never the submissive.  Had I been looking for a life-partner, I don't know that I would have tried to make it work, but I wasn't and at that point in my life I was feeling submissive.  So I never pissed on him, but I got a lot of piss on me in various ways.

Some of it was pretty standard stuff.  He'd strip me naked, take me to the bathroom, and make me pee so he could watch.  Sometimes it was just squatting in the tub and peeing, and then he'd stick his cock in my mouth and we'd go from there.  Sometimes he wanted me to get in awkward positions so I would pee all over myself.  Sometimes he had a glass and I'd piss in that and drink it.

He also liked to use me as his urinal.  I'd lean my head back over the toilet and he'd pee on my face.  In my mouth, my face, my hair, whatever.  Or he'd put his cock in my mouth and make me drink straight from the tap until he was empty and could get hard and get sucked.

But, and this is where the panties come back in, he also liked me to piss myself.  That's where some of the little girl panties got ruined.  Not that you can't wash out piss, but after a while, and frenetic activities that followed, they weren't much use any more.

We never did diapers, for which I'm grateful because I don't find them sexy either.  Uncomfortable.  I never wear pads, so diapers are just that turned up to 11.  But whenever the mood struck us (more him, but I wasn't being forced by any means) I'd pop on a pair of panties and stand in the tub and wet them but good.

And the thing is, it's sexy to me.  It's weirdly sexy to just let go and wet your panties.  Lord knows I wet my panties with pussy juice often enough (another thing which necessitates replacing them at intervals).  Rather than just a stream, it's like an upwelling which spreads warmth over my crotch and trickles down my legs.

Then he started wanting me to do it in public.  It started just outdoors.  We'd go for a walk somewhere secluded, me wearing a skirt, and at first he just wanted me to hike that up and pee for him.  Then he asked if I would wet myself.  We brought some things to clean up with and went to our usual spot.  I wore a nice short skirt and hoped I wouldn't wet that too.  It was a little hard to relax, honestly, because I didn't want to get piss all over my skirt.  But eventually, with some coaxing, I did it.  So that became the go-to thing whenever he wanted to see me wet my panties.  We'd clean up a little, I'd ditch my soiled underthings in a plastic bag, and on we'd go.  Or we'd fuck.  Whatever.  It was a little risky and thrilling and I enjoyed myself once I got past the nerves.

Then he wanted me to do it in pants.  He said he wanted to see the wetness spreading.  So I just brought a skirt to change into.  That was an easier thing to get into; I was already doing it, so what difference did it make if I wet my pants too?  He liked that a lot, liked it even more when I peeled the soiled things off and was naked from the waist down, liked that so much that I didn't get to put my skirt on for a while because he bent me over and fucked me hard without me cleaning up at all.

Then he wanted all that, but in actual public.  I don't want this to seem like it was a one-way street; I got plenty from him too.  This was just his thing he wanted to do.  I wasn't sure.  But frankly, it sounded like it might be sexy fun.  So I wore dark pants (that's key if you don't want it to be super-obvious) and we went out walking in more traveled areas, and at a certain point, not in a crowd but with people around, he whispered to me, "Do it now, baby.  Pee your pants like a dirty girl."

It would tough working up the nerve.  I'm no stranger to risky sex or to strange sexual things, and I still had a tough time letting go.  But finally a dribble became a trickle became a stream.  I had stored up more than I bargained for and I couldn't stop the waterworks in time, and I wound up quite wet, and while it wasn't obvious at a glance, it wasn't exactly hidden either.  I had a huge wet spot over my cunt and ass and it extended down my legs.

And we walked around like that for a few minutes, with him surreptitiously putting his hand on my ass to feel the wetness whenever people weren't looking.  But it turned both our cranks hard, and we didn't last long before we both looked at each other and said, almost at the same time, "We need to get somewhere so we can fuck."  We didn't make it back home; we wound up, if I recall, in a copse of trees which probably didn't hide as much as we would have liked.  But my god the sex was hot.  The risk and adrenaline and wetness and wrongness of it all had me cumming like a freight train, and he spent a huge load inside me which joined the piss in my panties as we walked home.  I think I was probably walking funny, but no one said anything.

And at home (I say home; it was his place and I wasn't living there) clothes all were ripped off and we fucked again, rough and sweaty, right inside the door.  Then he took me to the bathroom, pulled my pants back up, and told me to finish the job, so I released and got even wetter, to which he added his own stream, and pretty soon I was pretty much soaked all over.  And as soon as he finished pissing all over me, he bent me over the edge of the tub and fucked me raw.  Hot hot hot.  And then he had more, so he just pissed all over my ass and then almost immediately, as I was still getting my breath back, was back inside me again.  Super hot.

I drew the line there.  He wanted other things, even further down the line, but I wasn't willing to wet myself in a crowd or in the library or any of the other places he suggested.  I think that sex might have been the apex of our relationship.  I didn't intend it to be, but I was also getting a bit bored with him.  I'm not particularly proud of that, but in my youth I was a sucker for novelty, and dating him, while it was never totally monogamous, cramped my style.  He wasn't open to having an MMF threesome, although we'd had several with another girl, and I really wanted some DP so we sort of drifted apart. It didn't happen all at once; we kept it up for a while, and the piss play continued to be hot, but eventually we both said, "I guess we need to see other people to get our needs met," and went our separate ways.  For a few months after that, if either of us were feeling particularly feisty, booty calls would be made, but I had already found someone else who was more inclined to my tastes.

We did stay in touch for a while.  He found a super-submissive girl who would do pretty much whatever he wanted.  I was happy for him.  I've never been a very good sub; I can play the part for a bit, but I chafe under a leash.  I remember the last time we met up, not knowing it would be the last time.  He wanted to piss down my throat.  That was the last time I remember choking on a cock, really choking.  He held the back of my head and I got his cock, not really hard but grown enough, into my mouth and down, and he let go and I just about threw up.  It wasn't unpleasant, but it kicked in my gag reflex.  He wouldn't let me up and I thought I was going to spew piss out of my nose and possibly eyes.  Not something I'm in a hurry to try again.  Golden enema or douche, absolutely, if I can find a rara avis who can piss hard.  But golden throat?  It kind of turned me off to watersports for a while, because the urine taste got mixed with bile and was just unpleasant.

I'm saying all this because Sveta and I have been experimenting with a little watersports ourselves.  It's been a while since I've done it, and Sveta has never, but we saw some piss porn the other day and both were turned on, so we talked about it and decided to give it a go.  Right now, we're just doing some peeing while mutual masturbation is going on, but Sveta insists she wants to taste it while she's eating me out, so it's only a matter of time.

Basically, I'm the luckiest woman in the world.  But that wouldn't make for much of a blog post, would it?