....F.Y.I.

We have a date for the beheading, I mean WEDDING! May 6th, 2006.

The church, the priest, and the reception site are book! Now comes the hard part, getting the game plan in order...............

Shower fun

Not much to report, other than it is a bit humid here by "The Beach". Not to mention that "Aunt Flo" is in town for a few days...........uuuuugh. So this morning before he headed up to the valley, we to a shower together, as we used to. Now that I'm up at 3:30 am to be at work at 5 am, we haven't really enjoyed our time in the shower like we used to. Something about the shower gets her all worked up. Her pussy gets really wet, and I don't mean by the warm water it's self. We've had sex in the shower, standing up, which is not easy for us to do. We are both about the same height, so one of us has to bend at the knees a bit. Anyway, she has this thing about having sex while on her period. I can understand, even our roommate, "our daughter" said that it is a bit messy, but she loved sex when she was on the rag. So, I took a chance and made a move, besides, I was all worked up reading everyone's blogs.......thanks. It didn't take much to get her worked up, like I said she love the water, and something about the angle of my cock hitting the back wall of her pussy drives here wild. There was no mess that I could feel or see as she jerked me off at the end. She did want to take control and tease me by rubbing the head of my over engorged cock on her pussy lips. Man, I was jumping out of my skin...I think that Sunday morning, I wake her up with my cock between her butt cheeks..........then go to church.

Music to fuck to.

If you take a look at my profile, you will see that I have a B.A. in Music. Well, in reality it is a B.M. in commercial Music/Jazz Studies. Not that Jazz is my thing, just that if you wanted a degree in Commercial Music(which means your a studio player or arranger), you had to take Jazz course. No biggie! Well I went through the all the classes, but got held up on doing my last recital, which meant no, B.M....anyway. I work for a major guitar factory here in California, and get to hear music all day. I was talking to a few co-workers about what they listen to when they are intimate with their significant others. Some say they have the t.v. on in background, others said they don't have any background noise at all. All this got me to think about Housewyfe's entry about masturbating to Springsteens "Born to Run". Well here is a small list of music I like to listen to when I want to have long, passionate, wet sex with my fiance.

(no particular order)

1. Miles Davis, Kind of Blue. This is the album that launched the "Cool" era of Jazz.
2. Pink Floyd, Dark Side of the Moon. Along with the "Wizzard of Oz" in the background, this album has a very trance like theme to it. Very relaxing.
3. W.A. Mozart, "Symphony no. 31 in D". Yeah baby. Light and bouncy, kinda funny to work with, but it will set the mood for good and happy sex. Basically anything by the "Master " would work.
4. M. Ravel, "Bolero". I first heard this back in the 80's in the movie "10" with Bo Derek. That scene where she and Dudly Moore are having sex......
5. John Coltrain, A Love Supreme. Coltrain used to play with Miles, so this is much in the same vain as Kind of Blue.
6. Bruce Springsteen, Tunnel of Love. I'm a huge Springsteen fan. This was recorded after his first marriage. Lots of questions he is looking for in this album.
7. Derek and the Dominos, Layla and other assorted love songs. This is Eric Claptons classic master piece. It also features Duane Allman of The Allman brothers. Good rock for a good fuck.
8. Stevie Ray Vaughn, The Sky is Crying. This was the posthumous album that was released after his very untimely death in 1990. Just some good blues to fuck to.
9. C. Debussy, "Clair de Lune". Very romantic piece. He was a turn-of-the 20th century French composer who inspired Duke Ellington.
10. McKinley A. Morganfield-aka Muddy Waters. "Hard Again" The great thing about the Blues is the innuendo and double meaning of a song. Muddy sings, "My baby ran off with the bus driver....They go out riding riding in the day time, now she gets a ride at night." This is just a flat out hard and nasty blues album for hard and nasty sex.

If anyone has songs or albums please share them. Is list is in no way the say-all to end-all list.

Enjoy.

I have a question.....?

Why do women cry during or just after sex? Is it just and emotional thing where you let yourself go, or is it so good that you just cry and cum. This is an on going thing with my fiance and I. This afternoon, after working a full 8 hours overtime, plus the hour plus ride home, I got a little surprise when I walked in the door. A few Cabo Wabo's later, I was behind her, doggie and I heard her start to cry. She said that things where fine, and it was just dam good sex......So what is it ladies. Dam good sex or things under the surface.

Her first other man, FINAL PART

Part three of the story. Some of the events are true, but mostly embellished
to promote the material

You could her the wetness as his cock slipped inside of her. She looked down at my friends cock, and how it spread her tiny, yet swollen, pink lips wide open. Slowly pumping in. Out. In. Out. She began to breath heavy and shallow. As is the life was sucked out of her. When in fact the innocent childish ways was being taken from her soul, and in place being replaced with a more confident women who was now beginning a sexual awaking. He began to increase his pace, gliding in and out of her with virtually no effort at all. She was so wet that he his cock gleamed with her pussy juice every time he pulled out. He pulls her ass off the couch, pulls her closer and allows his cock to enter her even deeper.
She lets go of my cock, allowing me to watch for a while. I leaned in close to her ear and asked her, “ You like the way his cock feels?”
“Yes.” The word hardly where able to escape her lips, that where now quivering. Biting her bottom lip. Her hands now searching for something stable to hang on too. His rhythm now increasing even more. Her left hand on the edge of the sofa, the other on my leg, groping around for my cock. I pull away from her, in an effort to tease her. “You like the way he fucks you? Are you his nasty little girl?
“Yes, I’m his nasty little girl”. Longer, and longer the cock slides in. Harder each time. His ball slapping on her tiny ass. Deeper. Longer. Harder. Her back begins to arch, and she is panting Her whimpering now turns into moans, and sweet cries of pleasure. Louder. Louder, he increases the pace, practically slamming his cock into her as hard as he can. “Yes, harder baby, go, go, go, go……..” her eyes open and you can see them roll back into her head. She quivers, shutters and lets her self go. Not only is she cumming, but she squirt on his cock. What I though was piss now her sweet fuck juice. Quickly, he pulls out, slips two fingers in, palm up and curls them around her swollen G-spot. Squeezing, milking, messaging the remainder for her nectar out of her pussy. She continues to cum, flowing juices drenching the couch and the rub. She opens her eyes and begs him to stop. Panting, she pleads, “Stop, stop, please let go.” His mischievous eyes look deep into her and ask her is she wants to cum again. Looking at me as I pump my cock, she to mischievously looks at me and shudders one more time.

“I want you to fuck me now.” With that, I just about lost my first load. That look in her eyes, that glow on her face, and her breathless way of giving me permission to be her first “other” man. I glanced at my friend, nodding he head in approval and assurance. I made my way over to her, as she repositioned her self to the center of the couch, away from her fresh wet spot. I grabbed the bottle of lube and got my self ready to enter her hot, wet and pink pussy. She grabbed the back of her thighs, lifted her legs and waited. I ran the head of my cock over her clit a few times, sending small tremors through her body that even made her feet quiver. The heat that I could feel off her pussy was amazing. I steadied my self, and looked at her face as I entered her. She grimaced and winced as the head pried open her lips. The folds of her flower where so tight that she winced again, but gave way to her eyes rolling back into head, followed by a big gasp of air. I could tell that I was causing her some discomfort, so I held back from going in all the way. “Are you O.K?”, I asked. She shook her head yes, much like a shy little girl, to shy to ask for her favorite candy. With that I pushed in a tiny bit more; again she squinted, inhaling, and held her breath. I waited until she had to release her breath, knowing that as she exhaled, she would be come lightheaded. When she did I plunged into her, as deep as my cock could go. Stretching that tiny pink pussy, forcing out more of her juices on my cock. She let out a loud moan, clutching the seat cushions of the sofa and again, reached for a breath of air. She whimpered and cried out. I left inside her. Watching her have overcome with ecstasy, becoming flush, her body shuttering once again. I slowly withdrew my cock, just enough to leave my swollen head between her outer lips. Again, I plunged into her, this time a bit harder. Puling out slowly again. Plunging harder each time, and each time taking more time to slide my cock out. She met my every thrust with a groan. I increased my rhythm. Faster, harder I plunge into her. Faster
Faster.
Deeper.
Harder.
Faster.
Faster.
Deeper.
By now I’m pumping away. Each time hitting the back off her pussy. She wraps her legs around my ass, keeping me closer to her, making me pump faster, and harder. Sounds her pleasure are evolving from her. Her back arches up off the couch.
Faster. Deeper. Harder. She warns that she is about to cum. I encourage her to do so. “Cum on my cock, squirt it all over my cock. Cum for me baby girl.” With her mouth wide open she withers away, squirming off to the side, just them I feel warm rush of fluid on my cock that is still inside her. She did. She squirted on my cock. In amazement I pulled out and shoved two fingers into her, curling them up to rub her G-spot. The more I rubbed, the move she squirted. She had to force my hand away from her pussy. “STOP. STOP. Fucking stop.” She sat there. Panting like a marathon runner. Her hand on her forehead, her legs sprawled open, her pussy pink, and still wet, gleaming with her own cum around her pink lips.
“You want some more” I asked. Smiling and nodding, I threw her onto the floor, her face and chest resting on the only dry seat cushion left and her ass in the air. She was tiny and short which made it difficult to enter her from behind at first, but she was able to tilt her hips higher in the air with the aid of a second cushion. I rubber her soft ass for a few seconds. Looking down and admiring the perfect shape and smoothness. I ran my thumb down the crack of her ass to her pink and very tight asshole. She giggled and tensed up a bit. I assured her that we would not take her asshole tonight, but in the near future we would. I grabbed some lube and ran it down her crack, letting it seep down into her asshole. I made sure that I had enough on my thumb as well. After rubbing her hole in tiny circles for a few seconds, she let her muscles relax, and then I slipped in my thumb. Gently, and slowly, until I was just past my nail. She tensed again, and moaned, to which I answered with me stuffing my cock in to her sopping pussy. The surprise off my cock made her buck her head and neck for a quick second. I thirsted into her a few times, to get her pussy worked up and for my thumb to help loosen her asshole a bit more before I shoved my whole digit into her. Now with my cock in her pussy and my thumb in her ass, I continued to fuck her as if my life depended on it. I rammed my self into her as fast and as hard as I could. Knocking her off the cushion, forcing her knees and hips to buckle under the pressure and force of my lust. I could see my friend out of the corner of my eye, jacking off to his girlfriend being ravaged by another man.
“You like my cock?” I asked gripping tighter to her hips. “You like being watched as I fuck you? You to see him jack off, watching you as my thumb is in your ass?”
She could barely answer each question. She was in the throws of silence, and pleasure. Again her mouth was agape, face was becoming flushed, ass I could feel her pussy contract around my cock. Just then, she released her self on to me. I could feel her entire body contact and spasms, as if she where being electrocuted. Her asshole tightens around my thumb as she squirted to what seemed to be and on going streams of her love juice. It ran off my cock and balls, onto the rug and cushion. At that point, my friend bolted off the couch. Knowing that he was about to cum, her grabbed her by the back of her head, and jerked off on her face. She waited and received his juices with her mouth open, flowing off her lips and chin. At that point, I too could not hold back, grabbing her hips again, and positioning my self over her, I continued to fuck her from behind, and unloaded my cum inside of her. Both of are juices mixed insider her.

After we all caught our breaths, we sat around and basked in the glow and amazement of what had transpired. I asked her how she felt, was it everything she expected? She responded with just a simple smile. I’ll take that as a yes.

Anniversary

I really don't know when our "real" anniversary is. I know that we started seeing each other in January of 2001. Around May thru July we started to see more of each other and finally had sex in July...that I remember. So arbitrarily we decide that this year, July 13th would be our anniversary.


So how did we meet?

We both where music majors at the same university near the BEACH here in California. She already had a degree from another university in California in interior design. (Boy, how many people know who we are). We took a lot of the same classes and one day I was just asking her a question on the assignment that was due in 30 minutes. There was not spark. No chemistry, no magic. She was just a classmate and some one to hang out with between classes. A year or so later she was in need of a place to stay. I let her know that there was an apartment up in the building I was staying in. Not trying to lead her on, there was no malice intent. I just wanted to help her out because she was pretty stressed over having to look for a new place and not having the time to do it. Besides, I was closer to the campus than she was, living almost 20 minutes away, with no traffic, 45 with bumper to bumper.
It was a tiny studio, but it was a quiet place, with a pool, and access to my music references. So the rest just took care of it self. We would study together, talk, make food, and was they say.....The rest is history. In the spring of 2001, I was planning on doing my required recital for my degree. I honestly did not thing that we would be dating at the time, because I had my head up my ass. Besides, having to come up with over 45 minutes of music to play is quiet tough. So, as the semester ended, we spent more time together and started to feel like a couple. Other in her vocal class(she is a singer) asked if we where already married!


So why July 13th?...Well how about just the second Tuesday of July.

So sometime in late June of that year, we had our first kiss.........How do I know it was June? Because men remember things around various sports dates. Baseball's All-Star game is always the second Tuesday in July. That year, the game was played on July 10th. I know this because 1) I am a huge baseball fan. 2) My friend was in Seattle to watch it, and called me to tell me where he was sitting. When I answered the phone, she was coming in the door with a few burgers from down the street. The next morning, around 5 am was when we first had sex. So to me that is our anniversary....the day of the All-Star game.....or the second Tuesday of July. Two of the greatest American pastimes......baseball and sex.


So I have been thinking about sharing this blog with her. I know most of you who have a blog, care to keep it yourselves. What do you all think.

Oh yeah, for those of you who want to know what I got her for our anniversary; flowers of course and this......toy .

Don't talk with your mouth full.

This is not the first time that I have been interrupted during a sexual act. Last night, my girlfriend said that I've worked so hard that last few weeks that she would give me a blow job. HOT DAM! And I didn't have to ask, hint, or beg for it. What a nice girl. So there she goes, willing and more that able, and about three moans into it, our roommate, "OUR DAUGHTER" COMES HOME!
She is not really our daughter, we just call her that. She is good friend from college who has fallen on hard times. She is such a mess. Divorced, no kids, no money, not a real good job, and is a Lesbian...4 out of 5 aint so bad. So she comes to us for advise, and never takes it. We tell her how hard-headed she is and walks away in a huff. She'll go off and does the opposite of what we tell her and then comes running to us asking why the fuck things don't work out for her......mmmmmmm.

So back to my hummer, after about 20 minutes of hearing how bad her day was and how she should have stayed at Starbucks Management Program, I got back to having my promise kept. We could hear her walking past our bedroom door, so I had to make sure that this one was quick. Sure as shit, as I'm about to cum, and my girlfriend is jerking me off, she, our "daughter" is walk past our door again. Now mind you the door is closed, tight, but not locked, and I'm trying to keep things quiet while I cum and my girlfriend is taking her thumb and rubbing the inside crown of my head. Where the face would be on the helmet...Picture it.
I'm crying, squrming, pulling the mattres out nof my ass, my fiance is laughing, our roommate is moppy and there is cum flying into my bellybutton. I now have a new found respect for you women who have your men cum on your tummys and have the lava flow in your innies. I guess outties don't have the same problem

Words of advise.

Thanks to all who posted comments in my last entry. I will leave it up to my fiance as to weather she wants to swallow or not. I will say this, I am only her second lover she has ever had. That's right, only the second man ever to penetrate her. She tells me that she really does not count the first one at all. That he was never that good, or seemed interested in having sex with her while they dated. Hmmmmmm.... so I ask her, if I am her first ever, then I have to show her what a man wants and how to do it? This would be a blessing for some men, but for me, it seems to be a bit more challenging.

Granted I have more experience and know what I like, but she has a hard time telling me what she likes. She gets embarrassed about opening up her inner sexual self to me. Also at issue is that most of her friends don't want to discuss sex or their sex lives, even if it's a girls night out. Well a few will, but they both live far enough from us that it is difficult to see them. I have though about getting her to share her thoughts with on this blog. I think it would do her some good. Think about it. For most of us here, we like to read about others lives, as if they where soaps, where the people are real. Faceless and anonymous at times, but none the less, real. For some reason I think that blogging like this would make her feel unconfortable. She is weird like that. This month marks our 4 year anniversary, and in that time I have asked her about what she likes and what she wants me to do. Of course, touch is the main turn on. She just wants me to continue to caress her, and her outer lips. Tease her. Occasionally run my finger tips over her clit. She loves it when I just message her whole pussy. Like if I where to message her feet.

I guess what I want from her is to let her inhibitions go. To free her self of any kind of embarrassment. I can understand a bit of what she is facing...First off, and not that it ever is an issue, is that she is a plus size women. Not overly, but pleasant. I don't have an issue about what she looks like(I'm a big guy too), because I fell in love with her mind and her heart. I always tell her that. Shit, she is the only women in her office that gets flowers, and I send them just because I want to send them. No reason, just sending flowers because I love her. I guess at our age, we can do that. We're both in our mid to late 30's DINK's (Double Income No Kids) and in that, we dont have to hide or play anykind of games. When we go out, or even at home, she likes to graze her hand across my balls or cock. Just in that non-discript way, like a small breeze of air......"Oh, did I just graze your cock. I'm sorry."

The other day she did let her guard down a bit. I was behind her, doggie style, when she mumbled that she wanted me to go faster. I stopped, and pulled out.
"What? You want me to fuck you faster?" My hands where rubbing her ass.
"Why did you stop, come on", at this point she was trying to back into me. I put a stop to that buy giving her a little smack on the ass, asking her again if she wanted my to fuck her faster. I was trying to make her say it. Make her talk dirty and kinda beg for it. I played it up a bit and asked her if bad girls get fucked hard, as I did, I slipped in my cock, and let her ride me, back and forth. I smacked her ass again, "Do bad girls get fucked hard?"
"Yes they do"
"Are you a bad girl?"
"Yeah", and with that I grabbed her hips and went to town. I was going as fast and as hard as I could that I was slipping on the carpet! I was losing my footing! I'M NOT JOKING!.

In any case, it ended with a rather large volley of my cum shooting passed her ear, on to my side of the bed(GREAT!) with the rest landing on her plump ass. I just know that she wants to let go, must be afraid that I might think less of her. I told her, in a kidding manner, that behind the bedroom door, she is my fuck toy. I just know that my fuck toy is not exploring her full erotic self yet.
I know she has it in her, the erotic, the drive and need for sex, as much as I do. The other day I was about to rub one out before taking a shower, when she suggested me sliding my cock between her tits insted. 40 C's! I wasn't about to say no. She helped me by cupping my balls as I was cumming. Later that night I asked her if she like watching me jack off on her tits. She said that she loved it and wanted to do it again. That nasty girl is in there, she just need help in escaping.