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PRESS RELEASE: “Erotic Services” Denied: Craigslist and Attorneys General are Putting Sex Workers at Risk

Published on May 14, 2009 in sex work. 0 Comments

Re-posted from Waking Vixen

This is a collaborative press release – please distribute and repost widely!

Contact:
Dylan Wolfe – Sex Workers Action New York (SWANK), swank@riseup.net
Will Rockwell – $pread Magazine, will@spreadmagazine.org
Audacia Ray – Sex Work Awareness (SWA), aray@sexworkawareness.org
Susan Blake – Prostitutes of New York (PONY), pony@panix.com
Michael Bottoms – Sex Workers Outreach Project – New York City (SWOP-NYC), info@swop-nyc.org

With Craigslist’s recent announcement that its Erotic Services category will be discontinued within the week, hundreds of thousands of erotic service providers will become more vulnerable to dangerous predators. Eliminating erotic listings as Connecticut Attorney General Richard Blumenthal and others propose will only drive us further underground.

Policing the masseuses, phone workers, pro-dominants, and escorts using Craigslist fails to protect those of us who are coerced into the sex industry. Preventing the use of Craigslist advertisements also eliminates the advantage of screening clients online, which makes for a safer work experience by filtering out potentially dangerous individuals. Furthermore, keeping us offline hinders police investigations of violent crime. In the Boston murder of Julissa Brisman, it was online tracking that enabled the police to identify the suspect. One has to wonder: are the Attorneys General examining the evidence or simply enforcing their moral values?

“Removing the erotic services category from Craigslist does not help prevent violence against escorts and other sex workers. It only pushes me and people like me out of the places where advertising is available,” said Jessica Bloom, a sex worker from Sex Workers Action New York (SWANK). In the face of increasing criminalization, we insist upon respect. As mothers, daughters, brothers, and members of your community, we claim that sex work is real work, work that we are entitled to conduct in safety. As such, we must be accorded the human right of full protection under the law.

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Sunday Afternoon

Published on May 11, 2009 in bdsm, cunt, D/s, horny, masochism, orgasm denial, orgasm on command, sadism, sex, sex toys, spanking, squirting, submissive and Uncategorized. 0 Comments

I usually try to keep things in chronological order here, but MasterDoc would like to give me input on my entr(ies) for the party we went to Saturday night. So those will come along once he’s had time to read them and give me feedback.

Meanwhile, we spent Sunday being pretty lazy. Well, I tried being lazy, but as I was giving him a hard time about always drinking beverages I’ve poured for myself (Yeah yeah bad sub, but it gets tiresome. I generally ask him if he wants something to drink when I’m getting something for myself to head this off and be a good submissive, but it doesn’t always work out that way.) and putting off doing the Wii Fit, he told me to go put my collar on. This time it was clear that we weren’t going to get naked. Instead, he ordered me to do my exercise on the Wii Fit.  I tried not to grumble as I did so, I was feeling tired and sore from a busy Saturday night (and tripping and landing on the floor at work the day before). But with the collar on I did as I was told, even though I just barely got myself through the half hour of exercise. I took a hot bath afterward and luckily cheered the fuck up after that. While I can be argumentative at times, I find that I really can’t argue with him when he’s making me do something that’s good for me – like exercise. And, well, I have to try very, very hard not to even consider arguing when the collar is on. It’s not that I can’t express disagreement, but I have to phrase it super-respectfully and not whiny.

Later in the day he had me get together a bunch of sex accoutrements – dildoes, lube, condoms and the evil strap. (That’s an actual photo of what he has, but as it’s an ebay auction it will probably expire soon. Here’s a longer term link that is similar. It’s a rubber wrench for removing oil filters.) We only have avanti condoms handy at the moment (we are woefully low on condoms) but MasterDoc pointed out that using polyurethane condoms we could use baby oil as lube.

We set up porn on both our laptops (double porning – whoo hoo!)   And he had me sit on the Escape with my legs spread and my pussy within his reach. I was uncomfortably leaning back on my elbows when he pointed out that I could use the Liberator Scoop to lean against. Another use for the Scoop! My legs spread, he spread my labia apart and looked at my pussy intently. He took his time touching me and looking. He had me give him the baby oil and he put some on my pussy. He gently stroked my clit with his oiled up finger. I closed my eyes as the blood started to really flow to my nether regions. He played with my pussy for a while and then asked me what dildoes I had brought out. He had me hand him the glass dildo I reviewed recently. He lubed it up well and started gently pushing it against my vaginal opening. Things felt a little tight at first, but he took his time and soon my body opened up for him. He’d fuck me with the dildo until I was breathing heavy and ready to come, then he’d stop for a moment. He teased me for a while.

He had me get on the Scoop, but we couldn’t get it to work right this time, so we tried the Wedge under my ass. He kept having me slide forward and still we couldn’t get things to work right. So ultimately he had me get on hands and knees. I leaned on a pillow and thrust my ass in the air. He fucked me good. Despite how much cock I had the night before I was still horny the next day, so I was glad he was up for more sex. (I wonder if guys who have insatiably lusty girlfriends ever wonder if that’s a good thing after all?) He started spanking me with the evil strap, asking me if I was ready to come. I was, I was really on the verge of coming. He kept beating me and teasing me for a while. I think he had me start to come while he was still fucking me, sometimes details get fuzzy. (I’m not exactly taking notes at the moment of orgasm.) But at some point he wasn’t fucking me any more, and he was hitting me, pretty hard, with the rubber strap, telling me to keep coming. I still came, despite the pain sometimes getting to be a little too much. I squirted while he hit me. He kept me coming for a while until I was spent.

I lay on the damp pillow after orgasm, catching my breath and basking in the afterglow. I thanked him for my orgasm (no, really, THANK YOU, SIR!). After I had recovered, I cleaned up the sex mess (condoms, wrappers, put toys away, etc.) I’m probably not seeing him for over a week now (just a slight chance of my seeing him this week) and he left me in a very happy state.

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Friday Afternoon

Published on May 11, 2009 in bdsm, horny, masturbation, orgasm denial, orgasm on command, restraints, sex and Uncategorized. 0 Comments

When he has me go put on my collar, I know that odds are we’re going to play.

He had me masturbate with my bullet vibe on the Escape on the floor in the living room as he sat on the couch looking for porn on the laptop. I wasn’t quite ready to orgasm until I heard his voice asking if I’m ready to come -  hearing him ask makes me ready to come really quickly. He teased me verbally a bit then let me come. As I orgasmed, I curled up all fetal on my side and held the vibe to my clit which kept me coming and coming. My whole body was rocked with pleasure. When he told me I could stop I was actually a little happy to stop as the orgasm took a lot of energy.

We tried out some new sex furniture I’ve gotten to review. (Review will be forthcoming after I’ve tried the items out fully.) He put me on the Black Label Liberator Scoop (rounded side down) and rocked me back and forth while he fucked me. This instantly felt really good. When we tried the scoop again a couple of days later we hard a hard time getting the right position again, I think it helped that one of my feet was against the wall the first time. After some fucking/rocking back and forth, he told me to come, and I did. His cock got pushed out but he quickly slid it back in. It made me come even longer and harder to have him inside me.

As I said in my last blog entry, I curled up on a blanket on the floor, waiting for whatever he had in mind next.

We tried playing with the cuffs that came with the scoop (an option you can get to go with the Black Label sex shapes – they hook onto the tethers attached to the shape). I’m glad to say the thigh cuffs fit around my large thighs. He tried using some of the straps that came with it to secure my legs up in the air. Alas, it didn’t work.  We took a break but I was still so horny.

As we rested on the sofa I started playing with his ass and genital area in an attempt to get more sex. He complimented my abilities with my hands. I got him good and hard, stroked his cock for a bit and nibbled on his neck. I was sooooo horny. I desperately tried to arouse him into fucking me again. (Can anyone say insatiable slut?) My nefarious plot worked (of course, it inevitably only worked because he wanted more sex). This time, he fucked me laying back on the rounded side of the scoop with the wedge under my head. He had to hold me up to keep me from sliding all the way down the sloping side. But again, I was ready to come in no time. And lucky me, he allowed to come again after some teasing.

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A Beautiful Moment of Submission

Published on May 10, 2009 in bdsm, D/s, dom, happy, submissive and Uncategorized. 0 Comments

I think sometimes I hesitate to wax poetic about being in a state of submission. I’m deliriously happy when I’m really in subspace but it seems to be antithetical to my feminist beliefs sometimes that I don’t like admitting to those feelings.

I had a beautiful moment Friday, it struck me so much that I felt I had to give it its own entry here. MasterDoc and I had just had sex in the living room, I still had my collar on and he went and lay down on the couch. And for me, the most perfect thing I could do just then was curl up on a blanket that was on the floor next to the couch. Nothing made me happier at that moment than to lie there, beneath him on the floor, and await the next time he wanted/needed me. I couldn’t see the television (porn) from where I was, so I stared off into space. But I was so amazingly happy to lie there. I felt calm, at peace, focused.
I don’t recall what he said to me, I know he asked me if I was watching the tv and I said that no, I couldn’t see it but I was happy. I can’t remember what he called upon me to do, but I was thrilled when he called upon me next. It was like the fulfillment of a deep need I had at that moment.
Unfortunately I’m not in that state all the time. I was pretty spoiled growing up. My family wasn’t rich by any stretch, but I never really wanted for anything. (I later learned my Dad would sacrifice by going without lunch so I could have things like Star Wars action figures and smurfs.) And if I wanted something, like ice cream, I could usually get my Dad to go out and get it for me that day. My relationship with Davey is a lot like my relationship with my Dad. He tends to spoil me. There’s the spoiled part of me that loves it. But then there’s a part of me that loves the fact that MasterDoc doesn’t spoil me in the same way. (He’s always saying he spoils me, and I suppose in some ways he does – he gives me lots of orgasms, for which I’m really thankful.) I have such a funny love (I don’t know if hate is the correct opposite word, it’s too strong, but I’ll use it) hate relationship with service. Part of me loves how Davey spoils me. Part of me loves how MasterDoc won’t let me get away with that. If I want ice cream (or better yet, if HE wants it) I’m the one sent out to get it. I don’t get to be lazy.
Sometimes in day to day life I’m far removed from subspace. Earlier Friday, we were moving our cars (gotta love alternate side of the street parking rules in NYC) and MasterDoc wanted me to park by him so we could pull my car up a bit later on when he went out to the store so we could ensure that I occupied two spaces so he could have a decent space when he got back. By the time we got to where we were going to park, someone else had already parked and there was just one space available. MasterDoc pulled up beside me and motioned to me to park further up the hill where there was space for two cars. I got all cranky – why go park up there? It’s further away. If someone else moves nearby when I’m taking up two spaces our plan won’t work, etc. Basically, I thought the plan for taking up two spaces wouldn’t work. For the rest of the day, he gave me a hard time about my attitude in that moment. “Would it really kill you to park a block farther? Was I really asking that much of you?” No, he wasn’t but the spoiled me didn’t want to comply.
We went out to lunch later in his car, and he found another place, closer to his building, where two cars could fit so he sent me to get my car. I still thought the idea was silly and likely not to work like we planned, but this time I tried to make up for before by getting my car without complaint. It can be hard to comply when I don’t agree with something. I’m strong willed in many ways. While submission can bring me so much happiness and peace sometimes it’s an uphill struggle. Submitting can be so freeing, but I also battle with the idea that I should be independent, think for myself completely.
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Sex Work and Stigma

Published on May 6, 2009 in intellectual freedom, library, sex work awareness and venting. 0 Comments

I wish someone would take away my computer when I’m premenstrual/depressed. I got all sorts of cranky this morning – and when it comes down to it it was hormonal. Do you ever find yourself acting awful, being contrary for the sake of being contrary, and somehow you can’t stop yourself doing it even as you look on in horror? This morning, despite being glad that the NYC sex bloggers are doing another calendar to promote Sex Work Awareness (something I fully get behind) I got picky and decided to throw a hissy because I don’t see any fat chicks in the calendar. Was this fair? No. It turns out the women who are in the calendar asked to be and will gladly be showing their faces in support of Sex Work Awareness – fat girls were more than welcome to join their ranks. It got me thinking, would I show my face? I don’t have a problem showing my fat body, but I worry that my job could be in jeopardy for doing something like posing for a calendar that supports sex workers. My union would probably support my right to do what I want in my private time but would that be enough? How secure is my civil service position? It’s something that I’d like to do, but of course worry about the repercussions.

A few years back a librarian in Washington was fired for being a dominatrix in her spare time (and posting for clients on the internet). She wasn’t doing anything illegal but her sexuality was suddenly made conversation material in her town and she was fired. (Not to mention shamed by some of her community. Not to mention this was reported nationwide in librarian publications.) Would doing a cheesecake photo for a Sex Work Awareness fundraiser have the same effect? If I were to participate, my face would be associated with my blog pseudonym, and it would be linked to this blog, where I’ve talked about things like doing sex work myself (i.e., the shows MasterDoc and I sometimes do) – nothing illegal, I don’t put illegal things on my blog, but enough that people could freak out and decide to take away my job like that librarian in Washington. My rebellious side wants to go do it, because after all I have the right to do it – but the last thing I need to do is lose my job – and so I haven’t said I’d like to pose. (With the recession my library is suffering deep budget cuts like so many across the country. I don’t need to serve them my head on the chopping block.) I wish we lived in a place and time where doing something like backing sex work awareness wouldn’t possibly lead to losing your job. Has such a time and place ever existed? We like to think we’re so free, but really we’re not. If we’re truly free then people should be able to make a living doing sex work if they so choose. But the stigma is obvious when you think about how bad the stigma can be for simply supporting sex workers and their rights. (I understand that it’s possible for me to be outed as the writer of this blog, but I do my best to maintain plausible deniability when I write here. It’s a risk I take.)

So I won’t step forward to be a model (though I really wish I could, I want to be a part of this), but I will talk about Sex Work Awareness here and promote what they do. Sex workers are human beings – a concept we need to promote to the public at large. Here’s a wonderful PSA that came out of their first session of their Speak Up media training workshop.

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Pleasurists #27

Published on May 5, 2009 in pleasurists, reviews and sex toys. 0 Comments

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Pleasurists is your round-up of the adult product reviews that came out in the last seven days from bloggers all around the sex blogosphere. Did you miss Pleasurists #26? Read it all here. Do you have a review for Pleasurists #28? Submit it here before Sunday May 11th at 11:59pm PST. Please re-post this list on your own blog if listed.

Want to win some free swag? All you’ve got to do is enter.

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On to the reviews…

Editor’s Pick

    Editors Notes: Two this week, because I couldn’t choose between them! Making up for weeks I didn’t have any, maybe?

  • Sinfully Soft Leather Collar and Cuffs from Sinvention by Raven Quince

    • I may be a submissive, but I’m not into pain, so comfort was very high on my list of requirements. I went to many of the sex toy sites and their collars just didn’t seem to cut it, they looked flimsy and uncomfortable.

    I admit I’m biased because I lust after everything Sinvention makes, but I thought the review was wonderfully written and really pulled me in, then I found out this was her first review which surprised me (maybe because my first many reviews were crap), and I knew I had to choose her this week!

  • Clone-A-Willy Candle Kit by Wendy Blackheart

    • I could make a model of his cock, it would be fun, and I wouldn’t be using it to fuck boys or girls with (since candles make very poor dildos. I know from experience. Don’t ask.)

    I always love Wendy’s reviews and this is a particularly wonderful and hilarious one. Her stories are always delightful, and even though the kit was full of fail the post is full of win. Definitely worth a read!

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Sugasm #164

Published on May 5, 2009 in sugasm. 0 Comments

Sugasm #164

May 4th, 2009 by Vixen | Last modified: May 4th, 2009

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Thursdays Child Has Far To Go.

The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #165? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.

This Week’s Picks

Confessional: Breaking the Girl

“And that’s why I’ll love it, that’s what will fuel me to dig deeper.”

Does Art imitate Life or Life Art?

“We were experimental and conventional and some times both in the same round of sex. ”

It burns…

“And this is no sweet kissing”

Mr. Sugasm Himself

A Porn Customer Protests

Sugasm Editor

Sex Work And Honesty: Fetish Fridays: Teabagging

Editor’s Choice

Light Me Up Right

More Sugasm

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(Sugasm participants should re-post all the links above within a week. The following links may be excluded as long as you include all the above links.)

Sex News, Reviews, and Interviews

Champagne Giveaway: Lesbian Hospital 2 from Girlfriends Films

O’my Caramel Lubricant

Sex Advice

Advice: I Can’t Cum in There

Delayed Ejaculation – The Flip Side of Premature Ejaculation

Gettin’ Busy Goin’ Green

How to Get the Best Orgasm

BDSM & Fetish

Annie Wersching: I’d Beat

Cousins in pigtails

Get painfull paddle over the table

Out of the Past, Toward the Future

The Slit Dream

Submission and Orgasms

Sex Humor

Question Time!

Singing disco and squealing with (good) pain

Erotic Writing and Experiences

The Canvas

Diary of a Futa – Marny’s Journal

Fairy Time

The Games We Play

I Love His Cock

Kiev kink

Love letter to a memory.

Ms. Robinson

My slutty little girl.

The Overnight. Finale (Dildos)

Perks of the Job

Silence

Three

A Three Way with Adonis

Sex & Politics

The FatGirl Pervert Rants.

Thoughts on Sex and Relationships

Brothers… and Sisters

For The Single Male

My Little Secrets or Things I Don’t Tell the Boys

A quick note on pets.

She Got-I Got

NSFW Pics, Videos & Audio

Angel in the midst

Croatia Football Babe – Body Painting

Lysa is au natural

New Cuckold MP3

Pure Pleasure

Vulnerable HNT

Wild animal set free

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Weekend

Published on May 3, 2009 in anal, bdsm, blow jobs, D/s, non-monogamy, orgasm denial, orgasm on command, sex, sex toys, slut and Uncategorized. 0 Comments

I had a good weekend, but of course like all good weekends it went by too quickly. Yesterday I did what was perhaps the most poly thing I’ve ever done – I went to a pig roast with MasterDoc, Davey, J. (who dates MasterDoc and Davey), S. (who dates MasterDoc and Davey) and MasterDoc’s friend (and my friend) Liz. We were also joined by a guy friend of S. and a guy friend of J. Yup, there were 8 of us there and most people were connected in a poly dating sort of way.
I had a blast. There was a wine tasting to accompany it and tons of food. The musicians performing were so bad they were good. Imagine if you will, a very white, middle-aged lady singing YMCA with two middle-aged Korean gentlemen. I mean they sang well and played their yamaha synthesizer well. But it was schlocky. With a little wine in me I was was singing along. *grin* (The sad truth is that I would have done so sober as well. I’m a dork.)

After, Davey went with J. back to her place and I got a ride with S., MasterDoc and Liz. I stayed over MasterDoc’s place and got some nooky. Whoo hoo! (Apparently he had given J. some nooky in the morning then took care of me at night. He’s such a slut. *grin*)

He had me put my collar on and select a couple of insertable toys – one for ass and one for vagina. I chose the new glass dildo I have and a medium-sized silicon butt plug I have. MasterDoc looked at me evilly. “These are both clean?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He held out the butt plug, “Suck it.” I hesitated, made a face and really didn’t want to do it. I mean, I know it was clean, I had washed it last myself with soap and water. But that’s been up my ass – I really didn’t want it in my mouth. He wasn’t going to back down, however, so I braced myself and took it into my mouth. Of course it had no taste as it was clean, but it was hard for me to suck and lick it. MasterDoc, however, seemed pleased that I obeyed despite my not wanting to. And doing so certainly put me in a bit of subspace. Yes, I’m a perv, I get turned on by a little degradation.

I sucked his cock quite a bit. He had me lick the glass dildo to get it wet and he slid it inside me. He got me really worked up by fucking me with it. But, no, I wasn’t permitted to come. He then told me to take over and keep myself worked up. While I don’t usually get off on fucking myself with a dildo (I’m not coming at it from the right angle after all) I did get turned on knowing that he wanted me at the precipice of coming and that he was going to fuck me. When I was good and worked up he put a condom on and got on top of me.

Oh god, I wanted to come so badly. I clenched my eyes shut and focused on his hard cock fucking me. He would vary the pace, tease me a bit. He slapped my face, which just gets me worked up even more. It felt like he was fucking me forever and I had a hard time holding back. I kept saying, “Oh my god!” as it felt incredible and I wanted so badly to come. After what seemed like a tortuously long time I gave in and begged for orgasm. But he teased me much more. It’s amazing to spend the entirety of a round of fucking hovering at the edge of climax.

I was struggling to keep control of myself. I really didn’t want to stay in control. I wanted nothing more than to come. He stops fucking me, keeps his cock deep inside. He says, “Look at me,” and I open my eyes, look him right in the eye and he says, “Come.” For a split second I think, “I wonder if I’m going to be able to – OH MY GOD!!!!” Jesus did I come. I mean, I came really hard. I was a sputtering gasping mess as my body contracted. I leaned upward and grabbed hold of him, pressing my face to his chest. I kept coming and he just kept his cock still inside of me. After that, I needed a little rest.

Whew. I was happy and feeling terrific. Next he had me help him come, I played with the butt plug up his ass while he stroked his cock. He kept giving me instructions as to what to do with the butt plug (angle it towards the front of his body so it gets his p-spot). I played with it intently and it was wonderful to watch his face as he moved towards orgasm. He came, and I remembered my instructions – I played with the spot behind his balls, milking out the orgasm for as long as I could. He kept twitching every so often. I was surprised how long he had me touch him to prolong the good feelings. Rowr.

This morning I got a lot of cuddles, but we didn’t end up having sex as I was feeling inexplicably down. (I mean, how can I feel down after the way he made me feel last night? Seriously.) He made me put some time in on the Wii Fit, despite my feeling totally lethargic, and it improved my mood somewhat. I have to get in some exercise either tomorrow night or Tuesday. Dom’s orders. I’m still feeling lethargic and unmotivated but I will have to push past that.

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The Evil Strap

Published on May 2, 2009 in bdsm, D/s, masochism, orgasm denial, sadism, sex, shio, spanking, squirting and Uncategorized. 0 Comments

He hadn’t beaten me in a long time, and I was craving it. I had asked for it a few times recently, but only got a small amount of spanking during sex. The other night, however, he brought out some impact toys. We’re unfortunately missing a few (the black hole of sex toys in his apartment hasn’t been identified yet, despite my bullet vibe turning up and making us hopeful) but of course the evil strap (I should take a picture of it. I forget what he says it’s actually for – it’s a pervertable you see) is still around. Can’t lose that thing.

Funny though, depending on how my pain tolerance is sometimes the evil strap isn’t such a bad thing. I probably shouldn’t say that because there are days where it’s intolerably painful. But Thursday night my pain tolerance was pretty good, and I was so ready for a beating. He spanked me hard with his hands to warm me up. He used the flogger a little, but he really used the rubber strap. But strangely, I liked it. I’m sure he didn’t hit me really hard with it, but while it hurt it also felt really good. He had teased me and gotten me really horny first so I was aching for orgasm and I have to say, I felt almost like the beating by itself could make me come. He got into it, telling me to, “Take it, bitch.” Ooh sometimes I just love when he’s mean.

I’m getting horny writing this.

He had me on my knees for a while, which was difficult as my knees have been a little sore lately. I really struggled to keep myself there without asking to change positions. He fucked me from behind and let me come. Rowr. Hot. Then we rested and I lay down and stretched my legs out. Ah relief.

Next he has me get on top, and again my tired knees and hips were trying to convince me to give up. I struggled to keep the momentum going riding him. But the funny thing is I’d go from aching and thinking I couldn’t keep going, to suddenly not noticing the soreness and fatigue because I was so stimulated by his cock sliding in and out of me. It’s amazing what arousal can do for your stamina. He teased me for quite a while and it felt amazing – when I’m aroused like that it’s such a fine line between feeling wonderful and feeling frustrated. I kept hoping for permission to come but he told me that I wasn’t going to come right then. Aw! I leaned forward, whimpered, and cuddled him as I tried to cool myself down.

Thankfully for my sore knees next time he took me and got on top. My arousal was so high at this point I suppose it’s inevitable that I’d squirt – and when I came I squirted a huge puddle on the pillow underneath my ass. He slapped by clit to keep me coming after he pulled out and I kept right on squirting.

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Other Blogs

Published on May 2, 2009 in blogs. 1 Comment

I enjoy looking through my site stats, not just for the ego boost of seeing who’s reading this blog, but also because I discover wonderful sites linking to me that I hadn’t previously been aware of. Today I’ve discovered:

Black Heart Magazine

Packing Vocals (Ok so I had noticed this blog before, but I haven’t added it to my reader or blogroll yet and I think it’s good.)

Also, don’t forget to check out the excellent blogs in my blogroll to the right. There’s an amazing array of sex blogs out there.

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