First and foremost my SINCERE apologies for those who have been following, I realise it has been a rediculously long between between posts but life just gets in the way. Will be doing my best to get back on track.
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A school friend of mine was about to meet up with a friend whom she had met on the internet. Given I had met quite a few net friends, she begged and pleaded for me to go with her in case she got hacked to pieces. I felt a little odd, going with her to meet someone I had never spoken to so the night beforehand I spoke to this random net guy she was going to meet. This random net guy was Darian. I had previously read some online journals of Darian's, various tales of exploits and general havoc he had wreaked, especially those on some women who "deserved it." Whilst funny, this did not exactly earn him brownie points in my book being a reformed lesbian and all.
After chatting for some time, I found Darian to not only be ridiculously charming, but bursting at the seams with charisma and a fantastic sense of humour. I went to bed actually looking forward to meeting this guy.
The next day my anxious friend and I sat at Circulay Quay and awaited her "online murderer" to arrive. I felt almost overwhelmed as he approached. Having spent a lot of my time around geeky boys my own age this young man was a bit older, taller and wore a smile would make your legs quiver. He walked with such confidence, striding towards us. He was most definately one of the most attractive men I had ever laid my eyes upon. He sat down opposite me and I could barely squeak out a hello. I was dissapointed to see that he wore a cap to hide his helmet hair, casting a shadow over his beautifully sculpted face and glistening eyes.
We all got talking and Darian and I clicked very well. I was quite excited to meet someone who had such an interest in sex like myself. Not just doing it, but the research, the methods, the pyschology, the biology, you name it. I had finally found someone of equal intellect to talk to about such matters. He had the most infectious laugh which was very endearing, I could feel the attraction growing.
The time came for us to part ways and my friend and I ventured home. That evening I sat down to my computer and to my pleasant suprise, found Darian online. We began to chat and established that there was definately an undeniable connection between us. I was amazed to find that the attraction was mutual, I felt he was far too attractive for me to even blip on his radar. Neither of us were in a position to persue a relationship but we definitely wanted to have some fun. I felt quite intimidated to be intimate with him, he had been with many more partners than I. Twenty four more to be exact. Despite this, Darian also felt quite nervous to meet up with me again also.
The next thing I knew, I was waiting at a pub opposite a hotel in my local area with one of my fiends knocking back a few liquors to ease the nerves. I peered out the window at the hotel adjacent, knowing there was a reserved room under my name. I constantly checked my watch for the time, awaiting his arrival.
Tonight was going to be interesting.
-Endrin-
Wednesday, 17 March 2010
Thursday, 9 October 2008
My Friend's Formal
Over time, Mitchell and I moved passed what had happened between us and had become good friends. As such, he invited me to his school formal given he didn't have any ladies coming at him for dates (and I knew why..).
It wasn't my own formal, so I just chucked on my old formal dress, spun up my hair and painted on a touch of make up. The actual formal itself was terrible and we probably stayed all of an hour. Mitchell, myself, and quite a few of his school friends had chipped in some money to stay in a nice apartment in the city to get wasted in afterwards, so the party kicked off early.
Mitchell's friends were a lot of fun. I was sitting at the head of the table whilst his friend Tim poured all the dregs of god knows what mixes of drinks into a glass and slide it over to me.
"Drink it!" He grinned.
"I shouldn't, I'm on antibiotics.."
"Come ooon.."
"Okay." I gave in quite easily and was moderately smashed within a few short hours. Throughout the evening, a girl had caught my attention. Sadly, it was not often I was around other sexy (or even non sexy) goth chicks so I was fascinated by her. I watched as she frequently went outside to "make up" with her best friend whom she had apparently been arguing with. I peered out the window to see their silhouettes on the balcony. Her bold curls swayed gently as her hands caressed the sides of her friend's corset, moving up to her face every so often. It was almost majestic to see these two Victorian looking women embracing each other in a kiss.
They came back inside and more drinking ensued. Her friend had gone home and our friends were getting louder and louder. I was mid conversation when I overheard her say "I can undo a bra with my teeth!" The room quietened a little. She spoke a little louder "Is anyone wearing a bra?"
"I'm wearing a bra!" Tim exclaimed. I peered down at my dress and was quite disappointed that I in fact was not wearing a bra that could be removed by a cute girl with her teeth. I unfortunately could not give that comment my full attention, as other friend's were too busy shoving a bottle in my cleavage so I could display one of many party tricks involving me drinking Ruski's from my boobs.
Later on, I spoke to this cute, clearly bisexual young woman. Her name was Bree and was Mitchell's ex girlfriend from a few years ago. She told me how she was bisexual, but her friend Tasha would only kiss her, not let her go below the waist. Bree had always desired to taste a woman for a full girl on girl experience.
Suddenly, my night was looking even better.
I had told her about my previous experience with a woman and she became a lot more interested in me. Long story short, we kissed. And we kissed again. As you would expect, all the boys at the party went crazy, but we weren't concerned. We continued to kiss on the couch, her hands slowly feeling my breasts and moved them up and down my body, just as she had done to Tasha. She was a gentle kisser, one of the many benefits of making out with a woman. Bree had a tongue ring which I found very sexy. Every so often it would roll around my tongue and I couldn't help fantasising about how amazing it would feel rolling around on my other lips.
Bree and I tried to subtly move to the bedroom but of course it caused every boy to turn their heads. We quickly ran and tried to slam the door but Tim had somehow tried to worm his way in. He shuffled and sat on top of the desk opposite the bed. We yelled at him to get out.
"I'm a lampshade!" He shouted. Bree retaliated by hurling a bible at his head which quickly got him out. We somehow figured out how to lock the door and drew the blinds as much as we could.
"Where were we.." she said as I lay myself down under the sheets. We continued to kiss, rolling this way and that between those freshly pressed hotel sheets. As it always seems to happen, I was naked before she was. I removed her top and looked at her breasts, they looked perfect. Soft, supple breasts waiting for me to touch them. I began to caress them, nibbling at her ear and hearing her soft, feminine moan. I gently ran my lips down her neck, gently biting her. Her chest heaved as she breathed in deeply. I circled my tongue around her soft nipple, taking it all in my mouth. My hand slid over her smooth stomach and my fingertips gently probed the top of her underwear. She quickly removed them and my finger slid between her lips. It felt good to feel how wet I had made her. I could hear Tim's voice, and looked over at the window to see him and someone else try to commando roll passed the windows to get a sneak peak into the room. We chucked and she moved on top of me. She bit my neck as she squeezed my breasts, her long curls curtaining our faces. She slowly made her way down my body. I loved that this would be her first time to be completely with a woman. I sat up so I could look at her face as she placed her lips on mine. Her warm tongue lapped at my clit and it felt amazing. Now I knew why people got tongue rings! The rounded warm metal felt amazing as it lifted up my hood and went straight onto my clit, her warm lips caressing me around it. I lay there in ecstasy feeling this amazing mixture of woman and metal surrounding my clit. Her hands grasped my hips as my upper body moved up and down as I breathed heavily. She moved back up my body to kiss me, I could taste myself on her lips. We continued to kiss, forgetting other people were somewhere in the apartment. We were brought back to reality when we again looked out the window to see people climbing over onto our balcony to try to get a look.
"..Who are they?" I asked Bree.
"I..Don't know...They're not from our room!" She replied. People from surrounding parties had heard what was going on and wanted to get a look for themselves.
Before they could indulge their fantasies, we decided to return the party.
I most definitely now could understand all the rage for tongue rings. I hoped it wasn't my last experience with one, and it wasn't..
-Endrin-
It wasn't my own formal, so I just chucked on my old formal dress, spun up my hair and painted on a touch of make up. The actual formal itself was terrible and we probably stayed all of an hour. Mitchell, myself, and quite a few of his school friends had chipped in some money to stay in a nice apartment in the city to get wasted in afterwards, so the party kicked off early.
Mitchell's friends were a lot of fun. I was sitting at the head of the table whilst his friend Tim poured all the dregs of god knows what mixes of drinks into a glass and slide it over to me.
"Drink it!" He grinned.
"I shouldn't, I'm on antibiotics.."
"Come ooon.."
"Okay." I gave in quite easily and was moderately smashed within a few short hours. Throughout the evening, a girl had caught my attention. Sadly, it was not often I was around other sexy (or even non sexy) goth chicks so I was fascinated by her. I watched as she frequently went outside to "make up" with her best friend whom she had apparently been arguing with. I peered out the window to see their silhouettes on the balcony. Her bold curls swayed gently as her hands caressed the sides of her friend's corset, moving up to her face every so often. It was almost majestic to see these two Victorian looking women embracing each other in a kiss.
They came back inside and more drinking ensued. Her friend had gone home and our friends were getting louder and louder. I was mid conversation when I overheard her say "I can undo a bra with my teeth!" The room quietened a little. She spoke a little louder "Is anyone wearing a bra?"
"I'm wearing a bra!" Tim exclaimed. I peered down at my dress and was quite disappointed that I in fact was not wearing a bra that could be removed by a cute girl with her teeth. I unfortunately could not give that comment my full attention, as other friend's were too busy shoving a bottle in my cleavage so I could display one of many party tricks involving me drinking Ruski's from my boobs.
Later on, I spoke to this cute, clearly bisexual young woman. Her name was Bree and was Mitchell's ex girlfriend from a few years ago. She told me how she was bisexual, but her friend Tasha would only kiss her, not let her go below the waist. Bree had always desired to taste a woman for a full girl on girl experience.
Suddenly, my night was looking even better.
I had told her about my previous experience with a woman and she became a lot more interested in me. Long story short, we kissed. And we kissed again. As you would expect, all the boys at the party went crazy, but we weren't concerned. We continued to kiss on the couch, her hands slowly feeling my breasts and moved them up and down my body, just as she had done to Tasha. She was a gentle kisser, one of the many benefits of making out with a woman. Bree had a tongue ring which I found very sexy. Every so often it would roll around my tongue and I couldn't help fantasising about how amazing it would feel rolling around on my other lips.
Bree and I tried to subtly move to the bedroom but of course it caused every boy to turn their heads. We quickly ran and tried to slam the door but Tim had somehow tried to worm his way in. He shuffled and sat on top of the desk opposite the bed. We yelled at him to get out.
"I'm a lampshade!" He shouted. Bree retaliated by hurling a bible at his head which quickly got him out. We somehow figured out how to lock the door and drew the blinds as much as we could.
"Where were we.." she said as I lay myself down under the sheets. We continued to kiss, rolling this way and that between those freshly pressed hotel sheets. As it always seems to happen, I was naked before she was. I removed her top and looked at her breasts, they looked perfect. Soft, supple breasts waiting for me to touch them. I began to caress them, nibbling at her ear and hearing her soft, feminine moan. I gently ran my lips down her neck, gently biting her. Her chest heaved as she breathed in deeply. I circled my tongue around her soft nipple, taking it all in my mouth. My hand slid over her smooth stomach and my fingertips gently probed the top of her underwear. She quickly removed them and my finger slid between her lips. It felt good to feel how wet I had made her. I could hear Tim's voice, and looked over at the window to see him and someone else try to commando roll passed the windows to get a sneak peak into the room. We chucked and she moved on top of me. She bit my neck as she squeezed my breasts, her long curls curtaining our faces. She slowly made her way down my body. I loved that this would be her first time to be completely with a woman. I sat up so I could look at her face as she placed her lips on mine. Her warm tongue lapped at my clit and it felt amazing. Now I knew why people got tongue rings! The rounded warm metal felt amazing as it lifted up my hood and went straight onto my clit, her warm lips caressing me around it. I lay there in ecstasy feeling this amazing mixture of woman and metal surrounding my clit. Her hands grasped my hips as my upper body moved up and down as I breathed heavily. She moved back up my body to kiss me, I could taste myself on her lips. We continued to kiss, forgetting other people were somewhere in the apartment. We were brought back to reality when we again looked out the window to see people climbing over onto our balcony to try to get a look.
"..Who are they?" I asked Bree.
"I..Don't know...They're not from our room!" She replied. People from surrounding parties had heard what was going on and wanted to get a look for themselves.
Before they could indulge their fantasies, we decided to return the party.
I most definitely now could understand all the rage for tongue rings. I hoped it wasn't my last experience with one, and it wasn't..
-Endrin-
Thursday, 21 August 2008
Sex VS Spirituality Part I
The night Dylan and I broke up, I happened to meet someone online named Jacob. We chatted for two or three weeks and I found him to be quite fascinating. For the life of me I couldn't remember what religion he was, but it was a religion that honoured vows of celibacy. He earned my respect when he told me he was a virgin as he was upholding his beliefs. He was however, an absolute kissing slut. Oddly enough, he had never performed oral on a woman before due to "lack of opportunity". He was also very "boy", not something I was used to. So he'd sway from seeming sweet to acting like a prick which was to my understanding what normal boys did. He had made his attractions to me clear but I remained cryptic as I had not long parted ways with Dylan.
The day we met we drove around for a while talking. There was no denying that we got along really well. We set off to go rock climbing but unfortunately we couldn't find the indoor rock climbing centre so we headed back to my place.
Big mistake.
As it always seems to happen, we kissed. Oh how we kissed. Not long afterwards he pushed me down on the couch and thrust his fingers up my skirt. I was slightly displeased, but didn't stop what was happening even though I wasn't 100% comfortable with it. Before I knew what was going on he wriggled down my body and pulled down my skirt and began lapping away at me. I say lapping because thats essentially all he was doing. It was like watching a dog lick the scraps off his plate after finishing his meal. I didn't want to embarass him as it was his first time licking up a woman, so I just let him have at it for a while whilst I lay and thought about other things more exciting, like paint drying. He came back up and whispered to me.
"Do you have any condoms?"
I was absolutely shocked. The idea of sex with anyone besides Dylan seemed frightening. I also didn't want him to regret it later given his celibacy.
"Yes, but we can't." I replied. "You're celibate." He agreed it was probably for the best and we spent the remainder of the afternoon having superficial conversations.
Thinking I had saved him ruining himself for his God was wrong. He did that himself when a month later he cheated on his girlfriend with some skank from work and fucked her like a muel. But at least I felt I had done the right thing.
Unfortunately, this was the start of unfinished business with Jacob.
-Endrin-
The day we met we drove around for a while talking. There was no denying that we got along really well. We set off to go rock climbing but unfortunately we couldn't find the indoor rock climbing centre so we headed back to my place.
Big mistake.
As it always seems to happen, we kissed. Oh how we kissed. Not long afterwards he pushed me down on the couch and thrust his fingers up my skirt. I was slightly displeased, but didn't stop what was happening even though I wasn't 100% comfortable with it. Before I knew what was going on he wriggled down my body and pulled down my skirt and began lapping away at me. I say lapping because thats essentially all he was doing. It was like watching a dog lick the scraps off his plate after finishing his meal. I didn't want to embarass him as it was his first time licking up a woman, so I just let him have at it for a while whilst I lay and thought about other things more exciting, like paint drying. He came back up and whispered to me.
"Do you have any condoms?"
I was absolutely shocked. The idea of sex with anyone besides Dylan seemed frightening. I also didn't want him to regret it later given his celibacy.
"Yes, but we can't." I replied. "You're celibate." He agreed it was probably for the best and we spent the remainder of the afternoon having superficial conversations.
Thinking I had saved him ruining himself for his God was wrong. He did that himself when a month later he cheated on his girlfriend with some skank from work and fucked her like a muel. But at least I felt I had done the right thing.
Unfortunately, this was the start of unfinished business with Jacob.
-Endrin-
Wednesday, 25 June 2008
My Formal
The formal is a big big deal for high school girls. Or depending on what part of the world you are from, better known as "the prom". It's more or less the closest thing we get to planning our wedding at a young age. There's the make up, the hair, the dress, the shoes, the bag, the car and of course - the man.
Dylan being the tightarse that he was, did not want to get a car, so I arrived through the back way into my formal in a Mitsubishi Verada. The formal itself was quite enjoyable, though due to the general stuffiness of my school friends there was no after party. So Dylan and I decided to make our own.
Now my mother is not a conventional mother by any means. Lets just say, my sex drive was hereditary. I told my mother about the plans I wanted to have after the formal.
"Don't get a hotel, I'll set up my place! I'll go stay at my boyfriend's place! I'll get you champagne, chocolates, strawberries, I'll even leave you some porn!" She said excitedly. I respectfully declined the porn.
We pulled up at my mum's place and hurriedly got out of the car, bag in one hand, sex box in the other. Mum was there for a little while to take photos of me in my formal dress and then quickly cleared off to her partner's place.
I lay down on the bed and straight away I could tell that Dylan was putting in extra effort. I gathered it was because he knew how important formal sex was to me, and also he had broken up with me two months previously and knew he owed me. We obviously were still engaging in relations. I was quite bored as he spent extra long on the foreplay. I think that was the moment I realised that Dylan was not that great at sex. He took a few sexy photos of me, I think that was the highlight of the evening. He bit me this way and that way, tried this position, that position. Yawn.
All in all, my formal was a bit of a dud really. At least afterwards. My friend's formal however... That's a different story.
-Endrin-
Dylan being the tightarse that he was, did not want to get a car, so I arrived through the back way into my formal in a Mitsubishi Verada. The formal itself was quite enjoyable, though due to the general stuffiness of my school friends there was no after party. So Dylan and I decided to make our own.
Now my mother is not a conventional mother by any means. Lets just say, my sex drive was hereditary. I told my mother about the plans I wanted to have after the formal.
"Don't get a hotel, I'll set up my place! I'll go stay at my boyfriend's place! I'll get you champagne, chocolates, strawberries, I'll even leave you some porn!" She said excitedly. I respectfully declined the porn.
We pulled up at my mum's place and hurriedly got out of the car, bag in one hand, sex box in the other. Mum was there for a little while to take photos of me in my formal dress and then quickly cleared off to her partner's place.
I lay down on the bed and straight away I could tell that Dylan was putting in extra effort. I gathered it was because he knew how important formal sex was to me, and also he had broken up with me two months previously and knew he owed me. We obviously were still engaging in relations. I was quite bored as he spent extra long on the foreplay. I think that was the moment I realised that Dylan was not that great at sex. He took a few sexy photos of me, I think that was the highlight of the evening. He bit me this way and that way, tried this position, that position. Yawn.
All in all, my formal was a bit of a dud really. At least afterwards. My friend's formal however... That's a different story.
-Endrin-
Friday, 20 June 2008
Taste Testing
Dylan, bless him, could not orgasm from blowjobs. Never could. Now without tooting my own horn, this was definately not because of my technique. Back when I was with Edan I made sure I researched everything I could about performing on a man to make sure I could please him more than anyone else had the next time we met, but alas it did not happen. But my new found talent did not go unwasted on Dylan. He loved recieving blowjobs, as most men do. He'd often tell me I could do things with my mouth he hadn't even dreamed of but alas, he could just not come. This didn't bother me so much, as I wasn't all that keen to recieve a load in the face, but being my first real sexual partner I was of course curious to the everlasting question...
What does it taste like?
I had experienced the taste of a woman, and I had been told that precum tasted very different to the actual ejaculation which I believed given that visibly they had different textures. Wanting to live up to "the amazing girl who does everything in bed" reputation I was trying to build for myself, I expressed this curiosity to Dylan.
"Hmm, well my ex used to get me to masturbate into her mouth." He said to me whilst driving me to the movies. I couldn't help but think the girl was slutty, what pleasure could she possibly have gotten out of that? Not wanting to be outmatched, I asked if we could do that sometime.
We pulled up in the underground parking of the shopping centre where I initially went to kiss him goodbye so I could go upstairs and meet my friends, but he pulled me back. I closed my eyes as he began to bite my neck when I heard him fumbling with his pants. He wanted to do it now. Dylan wasn't normally so daring to do things in public so I happily obliged. I curled my tongue around the head of his cock as he started to pump himself up and down. I heard him start to grunt. I was never fond of the grunt, I wish he had moaned instead. His hand stopped and I felt his body tense and I knew he was about to come. I shut my eyes tightly and clamped my lips around his head as my mouth slowly filled with his juices. It was luke warm, thick, acidic and almost felt like it was burning. I held it in my mouth like a big pill you just can't swallow. I clapped my hand over my mouth and forced it down.
Positively disgusting.
I was aware that diet had a lot to do with a man's taste, so I put a lot of it down to that. He did not taste like a healthy man. I couldn't shake the taste from my mouth, so I just held it shut and walked upstairs. I'm glad there is only one time in my life when I've had to greet my friends with:
"I just tasted come for the first time, who has a mint?"
-Endrin-
What does it taste like?
I had experienced the taste of a woman, and I had been told that precum tasted very different to the actual ejaculation which I believed given that visibly they had different textures. Wanting to live up to "the amazing girl who does everything in bed" reputation I was trying to build for myself, I expressed this curiosity to Dylan.
"Hmm, well my ex used to get me to masturbate into her mouth." He said to me whilst driving me to the movies. I couldn't help but think the girl was slutty, what pleasure could she possibly have gotten out of that? Not wanting to be outmatched, I asked if we could do that sometime.
We pulled up in the underground parking of the shopping centre where I initially went to kiss him goodbye so I could go upstairs and meet my friends, but he pulled me back. I closed my eyes as he began to bite my neck when I heard him fumbling with his pants. He wanted to do it now. Dylan wasn't normally so daring to do things in public so I happily obliged. I curled my tongue around the head of his cock as he started to pump himself up and down. I heard him start to grunt. I was never fond of the grunt, I wish he had moaned instead. His hand stopped and I felt his body tense and I knew he was about to come. I shut my eyes tightly and clamped my lips around his head as my mouth slowly filled with his juices. It was luke warm, thick, acidic and almost felt like it was burning. I held it in my mouth like a big pill you just can't swallow. I clapped my hand over my mouth and forced it down.
Positively disgusting.
I was aware that diet had a lot to do with a man's taste, so I put a lot of it down to that. He did not taste like a healthy man. I couldn't shake the taste from my mouth, so I just held it shut and walked upstairs. I'm glad there is only one time in my life when I've had to greet my friends with:
"I just tasted come for the first time, who has a mint?"
-Endrin-
Sunday, 25 May 2008
Pets.
I guess you're wondering about the title of this particular entry. Firstly, I have never and will never sleep with a pet. So lets just forget that idea right now. However I am talking about pets in the bedroom. Have you ever been midfuck only to look up and see your lovers pet staring at you? It is far from a turn on, let me assure you.
Whilst its disturbing enough, I often wonder what the pet would be thinking. Do they recognise it as mating? Are we just wrestling in a play fight? Are we doing a violent act of behaviour? Is it scarring them for life like our own children walking in on their parents?
Fortunately to date I have only experienced voyeuristic pets once, and quite frankly I don't care for it to happen again. To have a pet in the bedroom or any room you plan to fool around in is almost a walkable offence. I'd rather have the guy's best mate sit down with a bag of popcorn rather than look up to see a pet cat's eyes bearing down on me. It has got to be one of the most uncomfortable feelings imaginable during sex.
So guys, please put the pussy out before you bring the pussy in.
-Endrin-
Whilst its disturbing enough, I often wonder what the pet would be thinking. Do they recognise it as mating? Are we just wrestling in a play fight? Are we doing a violent act of behaviour? Is it scarring them for life like our own children walking in on their parents?
Fortunately to date I have only experienced voyeuristic pets once, and quite frankly I don't care for it to happen again. To have a pet in the bedroom or any room you plan to fool around in is almost a walkable offence. I'd rather have the guy's best mate sit down with a bag of popcorn rather than look up to see a pet cat's eyes bearing down on me. It has got to be one of the most uncomfortable feelings imaginable during sex.
So guys, please put the pussy out before you bring the pussy in.
-Endrin-
Monday, 5 May 2008
Losing My Virginity
My friend Belle was right on the money. Six weeks later Dylan and I shared what was one of the most important days I had ever had in my life. It was the beginning of a tremendous journey, the beginning of the path of one of the most enjoyable things in life: It was the day I lost my virginity.
It was a Monday, the 24th of June to be precise. I was home from school, and he was away from home, at my house, in my room, on my bed. Dylan and I were laying in my bed on this cold, overcast day. We were cuddling under the blankets, naked, so we could feel each others skin. I was laying ontop of him, and we would kiss every now and then but mostly we were just staring at each other, just staring. Looking through the other, I was staring into his eyes and he was staring into mine. It was the first time (or the second) we had been fully naked together as normally he would keep his boxer shorts on. I had previously been laying next to him, his hands were wanding my body before his fingers entered me and he gradually got up to four. It was a wise thing to do given what was about to happen. Whether or not he was planning on stretching me out for sex I guess I'll never know. I sort of knew in the back of my mind that today would be the day.
As I was laying ontop of him, and we were the same height I was very concious of where on his body I was laying, so that he wasn’t touching me where it counts. I had to arch my back a little
so his dick wouldn't be near any part of my opening. It got quite painful after a while so I was slowly edging my way down, trying not to let him enter me. But eventually his cock twitched and for a brief moment his head touched my opening and we both let out a small moan. I lay there a while just staring into his eyes. I had a good hard think about it and I moved down just the tiniest bit more. He was in me but only just slightly, not even a centimetre. We were both afraid, I could see it in his eyes. Not afraid but uncertain what to do. Anxious. Nervous.
After a while of laying there, being a little uncertain of where to go from here, he was looking at me.
“I’m about to do something in a minute and if you don’t like it, or you feel uncomfortable, I want you to tell me straight away.” I nodded. I knew exactly what he was going to do, it wasn't rocket science. I was fine with it, it was time. I loved him and he loved me (well so I felt at the time) and now was the time. I wanted it, I wanted to feel that emotion. Dylan, never taking his eyes off of mine, slowly pushed himself up inside me. I gasped quietly, it felt so amazing. I could feel every centimetre that came in, being opened up physically and emotionally. He let out a small gasping noise when he entered me. He had his hands on my arms, and slowly, we started to make love. After a minute or so he stopped. “If we are going to do this, I should use protection.” I nodded. It was a little frustrating, the first fuck of my life being interupted, but I had only been on the pill a week. He slowly pulled himself out and sat up. I lay back down on my bed, and watched him. He pulled out the condom from his wallet. I watched him unwrap it, and carefully slip it on. Watching him handle the condom reminded me of what I was doing and engaging in. I was having sex. I felt just a tiny bit dirty but not in a way that made me feel bad. He looked at me and smiled gently. He asked me to lay down again, and I obliged. He lay himself down ontop of me gently and we kissed. He looked down and held himself, and slowly re-entered. I was intrigued how he had to physically hold himself and put it in. I wasn't sure if all guys did that or if it was because he was a tad small. Again I gasped. He wrapped his arms around me, he didn’t sit up off me, but lay his entire body on me, so we were as physically close as two people can be. I'm a little suprised he didn't squash me.
He went slowly, about the rythym of “1 guinea pig, 2 guinea pig..”, bad choice of words, I know. It was so intense. The closeness was amazing, I could only think of how amazing it was at the time, and how much I loved him. We stopped after a while due to the unfortunate even of him climaxing. He rested in me for a little bit. He lay down beside me, and cuddled me tighly. I was so content. After a while Dylan said “I’m guessing you still didn’t…”
“No” I smiled.
“….I’ve tried everything, I give up now!” He joked. It was good to have something like that, to break up the seriousness a little. We lay there for quite a while in each others arms. We started to kiss again, slowly he pulled me ontop of him, and eventually, he entered me again and once more we made love. I did my best, being ontop, but I had doubts I was any good, still being my first time, but pleasure wasn’t what was important, it was the closeness. It was the love that was being shared. Still we stared into each other’s eyes. “If there is anything that will make it better for you, let me know okay?” He would say. “Okay.” I felt he was asking because I wasn’t making much noise, but I couldn’t, I was too busy soaking up the feeling of actually having sex. He asked me again.
“The only thing that would make it better is this.” I stopped what I was doing and reached over towards my chest of drawers. I picked up my lighter and lit my white candle, and got up and lit my large purple one, that had never been lit before. Dylan smiled at me. I returned to him and we continued to make love. After a while, he climaxed which was good for both of us. He cleaned himself up in the bathroom, and asked me if I wanted him to flush the used condom down the toilet (and I must say, a used condom is one of the grossest things I had ever seen)
but I asked him to wrap it in tissues and put it in my bin, I didn't want a whale choking on his semen somewhere in the Pacific Ocean.
Now that that was done, we dressed ourselves and made some lunch. That’s when the pain started to kick in for me. There was no pain while we were making love, which I thought was perculiar, it was just afterwards that reeeeeally hurt. When I first got out of bed, my legs were
shaking madly, I needed Dylan to help me down the stairs, but I only really noticed the pain as such when we were in the kitchen cooking lunch. I complained like a bitch and he apoligised, but I laughed and said it didn’t matter because it didn’t. When the time came for Dylan to go home we walked into my room and I got out a pin, he kept asking me what I was doing, thinking I was going to poke him with a needle. I picked up the purple candle and I began to carve my name into it. I asked him if he minded doing the same, and he obliged quite happily. We put the candle down and I picked up the candle snuffer. Doing this with a candle was something I had wanted
to do for many years as a symbollic thing of love, it was very important to me. He put his hand over mine, and together we snuffed out the candle. I was so close to tears because I was so
happy. I collapsed into him and we cuddled. After he left, I carved in two runes meaning gift and physical love onto the candle, as well as the date. The whole experience was perfect.
That is just about word for word of what I had written down that very afternoon. I'm just about the only person I know who had that "romantic first time" experience and I am glad for it. However in hindsight I can think of a few other men I loved more to lose it to, but at the time it was perfect - regardless what I think now. Ultimately I think that's all that matters.
-Endrin-
It was a Monday, the 24th of June to be precise. I was home from school, and he was away from home, at my house, in my room, on my bed. Dylan and I were laying in my bed on this cold, overcast day. We were cuddling under the blankets, naked, so we could feel each others skin. I was laying ontop of him, and we would kiss every now and then but mostly we were just staring at each other, just staring. Looking through the other, I was staring into his eyes and he was staring into mine. It was the first time (or the second) we had been fully naked together as normally he would keep his boxer shorts on. I had previously been laying next to him, his hands were wanding my body before his fingers entered me and he gradually got up to four. It was a wise thing to do given what was about to happen. Whether or not he was planning on stretching me out for sex I guess I'll never know. I sort of knew in the back of my mind that today would be the day.
As I was laying ontop of him, and we were the same height I was very concious of where on his body I was laying, so that he wasn’t touching me where it counts. I had to arch my back a little
so his dick wouldn't be near any part of my opening. It got quite painful after a while so I was slowly edging my way down, trying not to let him enter me. But eventually his cock twitched and for a brief moment his head touched my opening and we both let out a small moan. I lay there a while just staring into his eyes. I had a good hard think about it and I moved down just the tiniest bit more. He was in me but only just slightly, not even a centimetre. We were both afraid, I could see it in his eyes. Not afraid but uncertain what to do. Anxious. Nervous.
After a while of laying there, being a little uncertain of where to go from here, he was looking at me.
“I’m about to do something in a minute and if you don’t like it, or you feel uncomfortable, I want you to tell me straight away.” I nodded. I knew exactly what he was going to do, it wasn't rocket science. I was fine with it, it was time. I loved him and he loved me (well so I felt at the time) and now was the time. I wanted it, I wanted to feel that emotion. Dylan, never taking his eyes off of mine, slowly pushed himself up inside me. I gasped quietly, it felt so amazing. I could feel every centimetre that came in, being opened up physically and emotionally. He let out a small gasping noise when he entered me. He had his hands on my arms, and slowly, we started to make love. After a minute or so he stopped. “If we are going to do this, I should use protection.” I nodded. It was a little frustrating, the first fuck of my life being interupted, but I had only been on the pill a week. He slowly pulled himself out and sat up. I lay back down on my bed, and watched him. He pulled out the condom from his wallet. I watched him unwrap it, and carefully slip it on. Watching him handle the condom reminded me of what I was doing and engaging in. I was having sex. I felt just a tiny bit dirty but not in a way that made me feel bad. He looked at me and smiled gently. He asked me to lay down again, and I obliged. He lay himself down ontop of me gently and we kissed. He looked down and held himself, and slowly re-entered. I was intrigued how he had to physically hold himself and put it in. I wasn't sure if all guys did that or if it was because he was a tad small. Again I gasped. He wrapped his arms around me, he didn’t sit up off me, but lay his entire body on me, so we were as physically close as two people can be. I'm a little suprised he didn't squash me.
He went slowly, about the rythym of “1 guinea pig, 2 guinea pig..”, bad choice of words, I know. It was so intense. The closeness was amazing, I could only think of how amazing it was at the time, and how much I loved him. We stopped after a while due to the unfortunate even of him climaxing. He rested in me for a little bit. He lay down beside me, and cuddled me tighly. I was so content. After a while Dylan said “I’m guessing you still didn’t…”
“No” I smiled.
“….I’ve tried everything, I give up now!” He joked. It was good to have something like that, to break up the seriousness a little. We lay there for quite a while in each others arms. We started to kiss again, slowly he pulled me ontop of him, and eventually, he entered me again and once more we made love. I did my best, being ontop, but I had doubts I was any good, still being my first time, but pleasure wasn’t what was important, it was the closeness. It was the love that was being shared. Still we stared into each other’s eyes. “If there is anything that will make it better for you, let me know okay?” He would say. “Okay.” I felt he was asking because I wasn’t making much noise, but I couldn’t, I was too busy soaking up the feeling of actually having sex. He asked me again.
“The only thing that would make it better is this.” I stopped what I was doing and reached over towards my chest of drawers. I picked up my lighter and lit my white candle, and got up and lit my large purple one, that had never been lit before. Dylan smiled at me. I returned to him and we continued to make love. After a while, he climaxed which was good for both of us. He cleaned himself up in the bathroom, and asked me if I wanted him to flush the used condom down the toilet (and I must say, a used condom is one of the grossest things I had ever seen)
but I asked him to wrap it in tissues and put it in my bin, I didn't want a whale choking on his semen somewhere in the Pacific Ocean.
Now that that was done, we dressed ourselves and made some lunch. That’s when the pain started to kick in for me. There was no pain while we were making love, which I thought was perculiar, it was just afterwards that reeeeeally hurt. When I first got out of bed, my legs were
shaking madly, I needed Dylan to help me down the stairs, but I only really noticed the pain as such when we were in the kitchen cooking lunch. I complained like a bitch and he apoligised, but I laughed and said it didn’t matter because it didn’t. When the time came for Dylan to go home we walked into my room and I got out a pin, he kept asking me what I was doing, thinking I was going to poke him with a needle. I picked up the purple candle and I began to carve my name into it. I asked him if he minded doing the same, and he obliged quite happily. We put the candle down and I picked up the candle snuffer. Doing this with a candle was something I had wanted
to do for many years as a symbollic thing of love, it was very important to me. He put his hand over mine, and together we snuffed out the candle. I was so close to tears because I was so
happy. I collapsed into him and we cuddled. After he left, I carved in two runes meaning gift and physical love onto the candle, as well as the date. The whole experience was perfect.
That is just about word for word of what I had written down that very afternoon. I'm just about the only person I know who had that "romantic first time" experience and I am glad for it. However in hindsight I can think of a few other men I loved more to lose it to, but at the time it was perfect - regardless what I think now. Ultimately I think that's all that matters.
-Endrin-
Friday, 2 May 2008
The Decider
The time I felt had come for me to decide between Dylan and Mitchell. Dylan had done the responsible thing of leaving his girlfriend before anything else happened with us. This was good as it gave me more time to assess the situation and weigh up their pros and cons. Dylan seemed to have more going for him with a job and being a university student whilst Mitchell was still in his last year of school. Dylan was a better kisser, Mitchell was quite full on with how he felt about me.
Dylan wins.
So after breaking the news to Mitchell that I saw him better as a friend, he cried for a while and a day later everything was peachy between us and we became nothing more than good friends. He didn't even seem to mind when I told him I was seeing a boy called Dylan. I of course kept the proper identity of Dylan hidden from Mitchell for a while as it would kill him to know he had lost another girl to the same man.
Within two days of mine and Dylan's coming together of boyfriend and girlfriend, friends had already started to place bets as to how long I would last before I cracked and had sex with him. One classmate said 3 weeks, Mitchell said one week, and my friend Belle said 6 weeks. I had bet that I'd last three months. Ordinarily perhaps I would have, but given I was rushed into something I had planned on waiting for, it brought the whole timeframe for intercourse forward.
Everyone was much closer to the actual date than I was...
-Endrin-
Dylan wins.
So after breaking the news to Mitchell that I saw him better as a friend, he cried for a while and a day later everything was peachy between us and we became nothing more than good friends. He didn't even seem to mind when I told him I was seeing a boy called Dylan. I of course kept the proper identity of Dylan hidden from Mitchell for a while as it would kill him to know he had lost another girl to the same man.
Within two days of mine and Dylan's coming together of boyfriend and girlfriend, friends had already started to place bets as to how long I would last before I cracked and had sex with him. One classmate said 3 weeks, Mitchell said one week, and my friend Belle said 6 weeks. I had bet that I'd last three months. Ordinarily perhaps I would have, but given I was rushed into something I had planned on waiting for, it brought the whole timeframe for intercourse forward.
Everyone was much closer to the actual date than I was...
-Endrin-
Wednesday, 9 April 2008
The Banana Split
Later that week I decided to visit Dylan whilst he was home alone. I endured another painful guitar lesson in which I paid little attention as we both knew that wasn't what I was there for.
We eventually moved to his bedroom where we began to kiss on his king single bed. Given that he had forcefully pushed me into oral sex the previous time we were together, blowjobs were no longer an issue. Once you've done it the first time no point waiting around for the second time right? My whole life I had built myself up to be an aboslute cocktease in my mind, I was always going to be a woman in control that leaves men gasping for more as their attraction became insatiable. I felt it was time to show this to Dylan.
My belt jingled as I began to remove it from my pants. Its metal plates clicking and clanking against each other which in itself sounded like the essence of kinky forplay. Dylan, being just a boy thought I was simply removing my belt so he could get access to pants - wrong. Gently I pushed both his arms above his head, crossing his hands over each other. The light in his eyes told me his girlfriend never dared try anything like this. I began to wrap my metal belt around his wrists and entwined them around the wrort iron post in his bed. It was no easy task as the belt had no elastic, so I just tightened it as well as I could and told him to try not to move. I touched his forehead lightly and ran my fingers down his face to close his eyes. I kissed him and began to explore his body. I asked him if he had any whipped cream in the house. "Ohh I don't like whipped cream" he stated.
Moodkiller.
I asked if he had any chocolate syrup and he told me where it was. I went to the pantry and examined the sauce. Nothing says love like Cotties chocolate topping. I crept back into the room and told him to keep his eyes closed. I slowly tipped the bottle and watched the topping ooze out. It was so thick it was almost moving in slow motion. I rubbed some of it over his chest, screwed the cap back on and placed it on the floor next to the bed. I began to lick at the chocolate coated Dylan. He gasped heavily whilst I lightly sucked at his skin as a bittersweet taste of chocolate and sweat filled my mouth.
I picked up the bottle of chocolate topping once more. Again I requested he kept his eyes closed. I tugged at his pants and pulled them half way down around his thighs. For a moment I was fixated on the ugly thing that had previously been thrust into my mouth. There was something about it that looked specifically unusual, but I decided that then was not the right time to ask about it.
I dribbled the topping over the tip of his cock, watching it run down his shaft. It could have been a Cadbury commercial. Since my horrendous excuse for a handjob with Edan I had been doing a lot of research about physically pleasing a man which I was now about to put to good use for the second time. I shut my eyes tightly and snaked my tongue around his cock. The chocolate topping was secretly mostly for my benifit so I could cover up that cock taste I was not particularly fond of. As I teased his cock with my tongue, he wriggled and squrimed so much that I heard a small metal snap. We paused and looked up at my belt that had now broken into two pieces. I was annoyed, but not really suprised. It also wasn't to be the last time a man had broken a piece of restraining equipment of mine as I perform my tricky blowjob techniques.
I licked, sucked, nibbled and sucked some more until he begged me to stop. Whilst I gave him a quick rest, I returned to his kitchen and raided the freezer. I trotted back into the room with a single ice cube in my mouth. I held it in my lips as I crawled back over him and dragged the ice across his chest. This again had two benefits - the sensation of cold, and it was also cleaning up any left over stickiness from the chocolate sauce, a nifty tip I've used for many years now. I rolled the ice cube around in my mouth so it would melt and I gave one hard long suck to his cock. I sat up and looked at him with a grin on my face.
"Where did you learn to do all that?" He asked happily. I just smiled and tapped my nose.
Whilst I didn't feel as bad this time around, yet again when I got home I scrubbed my hands to rid myself of the cock smell and possibly to wash myself of what I had just done to somebody else's boyfriend.
-Endrin-
We eventually moved to his bedroom where we began to kiss on his king single bed. Given that he had forcefully pushed me into oral sex the previous time we were together, blowjobs were no longer an issue. Once you've done it the first time no point waiting around for the second time right? My whole life I had built myself up to be an aboslute cocktease in my mind, I was always going to be a woman in control that leaves men gasping for more as their attraction became insatiable. I felt it was time to show this to Dylan.
My belt jingled as I began to remove it from my pants. Its metal plates clicking and clanking against each other which in itself sounded like the essence of kinky forplay. Dylan, being just a boy thought I was simply removing my belt so he could get access to pants - wrong. Gently I pushed both his arms above his head, crossing his hands over each other. The light in his eyes told me his girlfriend never dared try anything like this. I began to wrap my metal belt around his wrists and entwined them around the wrort iron post in his bed. It was no easy task as the belt had no elastic, so I just tightened it as well as I could and told him to try not to move. I touched his forehead lightly and ran my fingers down his face to close his eyes. I kissed him and began to explore his body. I asked him if he had any whipped cream in the house. "Ohh I don't like whipped cream" he stated.
Moodkiller.
I asked if he had any chocolate syrup and he told me where it was. I went to the pantry and examined the sauce. Nothing says love like Cotties chocolate topping. I crept back into the room and told him to keep his eyes closed. I slowly tipped the bottle and watched the topping ooze out. It was so thick it was almost moving in slow motion. I rubbed some of it over his chest, screwed the cap back on and placed it on the floor next to the bed. I began to lick at the chocolate coated Dylan. He gasped heavily whilst I lightly sucked at his skin as a bittersweet taste of chocolate and sweat filled my mouth.
I picked up the bottle of chocolate topping once more. Again I requested he kept his eyes closed. I tugged at his pants and pulled them half way down around his thighs. For a moment I was fixated on the ugly thing that had previously been thrust into my mouth. There was something about it that looked specifically unusual, but I decided that then was not the right time to ask about it.
I dribbled the topping over the tip of his cock, watching it run down his shaft. It could have been a Cadbury commercial. Since my horrendous excuse for a handjob with Edan I had been doing a lot of research about physically pleasing a man which I was now about to put to good use for the second time. I shut my eyes tightly and snaked my tongue around his cock. The chocolate topping was secretly mostly for my benifit so I could cover up that cock taste I was not particularly fond of. As I teased his cock with my tongue, he wriggled and squrimed so much that I heard a small metal snap. We paused and looked up at my belt that had now broken into two pieces. I was annoyed, but not really suprised. It also wasn't to be the last time a man had broken a piece of restraining equipment of mine as I perform my tricky blowjob techniques.
I licked, sucked, nibbled and sucked some more until he begged me to stop. Whilst I gave him a quick rest, I returned to his kitchen and raided the freezer. I trotted back into the room with a single ice cube in my mouth. I held it in my lips as I crawled back over him and dragged the ice across his chest. This again had two benefits - the sensation of cold, and it was also cleaning up any left over stickiness from the chocolate sauce, a nifty tip I've used for many years now. I rolled the ice cube around in my mouth so it would melt and I gave one hard long suck to his cock. I sat up and looked at him with a grin on my face.
"Where did you learn to do all that?" He asked happily. I just smiled and tapped my nose.
Whilst I didn't feel as bad this time around, yet again when I got home I scrubbed my hands to rid myself of the cock smell and possibly to wash myself of what I had just done to somebody else's boyfriend.
-Endrin-
Thursday, 28 February 2008
The Cheese.
Within 48 hours of seeing Dylan, I was off to visit Mitchell. Given I had knocked the first one out of the way, I was geared up to give my second blowjob. I felt slutty given it was only 48 hours before hand where I had sucked off another guy, but it made it all the more exciting. You see Dylan and Mitchell already had a previous history with each other. Dylan was seeing a girl called Andrea who ended up cheating on him and eventually leaving him for Mitchell, so they already had quite a bit of rivalry. Again, this excited me. I felt so naughty being such a wanted female between men who had already fought over a girl previously, especially as one was in a relationship. It was the greatest quadrangle I could have created.
I arrived at Mitchell's and we picked up straight where we left off. I sat in what now was my favourite position of swinging one long leg over his waist and straddling him front on. It gave me the power and the prowess I needed to feed my fast growing ego. It also, it seemed, accelerated his! We kissed deeply as I tugged on his hair a little and moaned. He wasn't as good a kisser as Dylan, it was a kiss that could only be described as generic, repetitive and mechanical. I revved myself up for what I was about to do. I began to tug on his pants and slide down his body, my knees sliding off the couch onto the floor.
"Are you sure?" He said, unaware I had given out my oral virginity two days beforehand.
"Yes, I want you to be my first for this." A clear, blatant lie.
I was eye level with his fly button. As I undid it and the zipper, I could smell the aroma that was wang. It seemed stronger than Dylan's. I peeled down his briefs and my mouth dropped open - not to accept cock, but in horror. His semi erection unraveled from itself, like an uncoiling slug after it has been kicked. Gluggy strings of precum strung across his dick like a thick spiderweb and the smell was overpowering. I would've heaved if I wasn't too fixated on staring. He clearly was not a hygienic man as there seemed to be clumps of what could only described as smeared cheddar cheese (though I imagine, far less tasty) up his shaft. Given my naivety, I thought this, horrible as it was, was possibly normal. I shut my eyes tightly and shoved it in my mouth with the same expression on my face as skulling a shot of cheap vodka. It lasted probably no more than 15 seconds before I could not take it anymore and said something about me being scared so we returned to the kissing. I have no idea how he couldn't taste himself on my tongue.
When I got home I washed my mouth out about four times, and the washing of the hands resumed, scrubbing the potent cock smell off them.
It was something I knew I'd never forget and to do this day is probably one of my most told stories.
-Endrin-
I arrived at Mitchell's and we picked up straight where we left off. I sat in what now was my favourite position of swinging one long leg over his waist and straddling him front on. It gave me the power and the prowess I needed to feed my fast growing ego. It also, it seemed, accelerated his! We kissed deeply as I tugged on his hair a little and moaned. He wasn't as good a kisser as Dylan, it was a kiss that could only be described as generic, repetitive and mechanical. I revved myself up for what I was about to do. I began to tug on his pants and slide down his body, my knees sliding off the couch onto the floor.
"Are you sure?" He said, unaware I had given out my oral virginity two days beforehand.
"Yes, I want you to be my first for this." A clear, blatant lie.
I was eye level with his fly button. As I undid it and the zipper, I could smell the aroma that was wang. It seemed stronger than Dylan's. I peeled down his briefs and my mouth dropped open - not to accept cock, but in horror. His semi erection unraveled from itself, like an uncoiling slug after it has been kicked. Gluggy strings of precum strung across his dick like a thick spiderweb and the smell was overpowering. I would've heaved if I wasn't too fixated on staring. He clearly was not a hygienic man as there seemed to be clumps of what could only described as smeared cheddar cheese (though I imagine, far less tasty) up his shaft. Given my naivety, I thought this, horrible as it was, was possibly normal. I shut my eyes tightly and shoved it in my mouth with the same expression on my face as skulling a shot of cheap vodka. It lasted probably no more than 15 seconds before I could not take it anymore and said something about me being scared so we returned to the kissing. I have no idea how he couldn't taste himself on my tongue.
When I got home I washed my mouth out about four times, and the washing of the hands resumed, scrubbing the potent cock smell off them.
It was something I knew I'd never forget and to do this day is probably one of my most told stories.
-Endrin-
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