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Read the first half here: Another dirty episode

I crushed my breasts inside my beautiful corset, pulled on beautiful black stockings and attached them to my garter. I tied a long black ribbon around my neck and brushed out my still wet hair.

There hasn’t been a time, that I recall of, that we have fucked in such a theatrical way… I think this is possibly the first time I have ‘dressed up’ so to speak. There was a definite shift in mood from the playfulness on the drive home.

I made him get a chair from the dining table and sat him down, I put music on and for quite a while and I just danced for him. Not a lapdance exactly, but he was not allowed to touch me. Watching him struggle to not touch me was intensely arousing.

This culminated in me laying open legged on the bed in front of him. I slowly and tentatively began to touch myself. Lightly running my fingers over my labia, teasing the entrance to my vagina and slowly and deliberately working myself up.

His self restraint collasped entirely and his mouth was on me.

For the next hour or so (time becomes meaningless in such states) there was a blur of hands and mouths and exceptional pleasure. At the pinnacle I wanted something more… carnal. After some teasing and toys, he slowly and very, very gently anally penetrated me. The feeling of him sliding in and out of me and a vibe hard up against my clit was mind blowing. Words do not begin to express, but thankfully no housemates home or they would have heard one hell of a racket.

I could hear my voice echoing off the walls.

We stopped for a breather and ended up lying side by side, touching each other and ourselves, each of us riding a swelling climax…

The wave crashed and we came. My orgasm obliterated rational thought or feeling. I was pleasure, I was love, I was vibrating at a higher plane where my inner core was cumming along with my whole physical self. I am told I was practically yelling and thrashing about the place.

Everything past this point is hazy, I remember settling myself into the nook of his back and sleep came shortly after.

Who said sex on drugs wasn’t awesome?

To add to the book of super-sexy awesome adventures.

Awwww yeah. Laf.

A little while ago now, me and the boy went out bush to a small-ish doof party.

Hella fun times were had, there was only a small group of friends camped together and it was a nice mix of folks. The Saturday evening was fun, some drinks, I cooked up a delish bush-carbonara and we were snuggled down in my panelvan together by 3am.

Sunday was brilliant, woke up and ate bacon, consumed caffeinated beverages, then donned my beautiful new corset. I strutted about feeling a million dollars, I recieved loads of compliments, I danced about on the main floor and wandered into the bush a little to let my boy take some photos of my newest garment. (pictures will follow this post, I promise!)

We had to head home at lunchtime to be able to get in, unpacked, washed and dinner-ed in preparation for the working week ahead. On the travels home is when the really, really fun stuff happened…

I was somewhat trashed thus the boy took the driving reins. He isn’t used to driving my car so we didn’t have tunes on. About an hour of the drive in I was down to my knickers and singlet, legs akimbo and having a whole lot of fun in the passenger seat.

Such a turn on to be mostly naked, touching myself, being touched by him in our moving car.  I was adamant – no orgasms til we arrived home.  When there was no other traffic I would touch his cock and put him in my mouth.  Although mostly I was groping myself, enjoying being rough with my breasts and nipples, finger fucking myself and rubbing over my clit.  Periodically showing him how wet I was.

I described one of my most gaurded fantasies to him, in detail.  It’s the first time I have ever told anyone, let alone asked them to actually act it out with me.

I felt so alive and so wild, unihibited and delighting in the dirtiest and darkest parts of my mind.

This rampant touching and teasing play continued the entire drive home, the whole 2 and 1/2 hours and true to my claim, there were no orgasms.  Somewhat hilariously, we ran out of petrol on the massive freeway reentering the city.  I, of course redressed, the freeway patrol attended and we were refueled and on our way home within about 30 minutes.

Once home, we exceptionally quickly unpacked the car and derobed to shower away the dust and dirt.

We closed the door to our bedroom, put on some chilled music and turned on the heater so the cold wouldn’t bother our exposed forms.

…to be continued…

The longest, most languid and delerious session of play…

Tongues probing, fingers stroking, moans escaping, toys buzzing, his grunts and our waves of pleasure.

No one to have to be quiet for, nothing to have to get up for in the morning, not a thing standing in the way of enjoying each other and indulging in the kinks and delicious perversions we are seldom free and able to fully explore.

Allowing myself to fully submit to him, submit like I’ve really wanted to, submit like I goddamn well love to deep down, but hesitate, because, well… we all have some inhabitions.

He is touching me with both hands, hovering over me and laying kisses softly on my face, neck and breasts.  His coarse facial hair ever so slightly rubbing on my skin.  I am shuddering involuntarily in absolute pleasure… the sweetest kind of sensory overload.

His face moves down to my pussy, a soft, long lick over my clit and if I didn’t before, I now fully belong to him, to the sensation he is creating.  His fingers are still inside me, but his other hand slick with my wetness has moved lower.  He is stroking and gently probing the entrance to my ass and it feels absolutely phenomonal.

1 finger easily slides inside me and I lose it, everything feels so good, almost too good and I can hear my cries and the cheap vinyl couch underneath me as I writhe.

It would easily have been an hour of this calibre of play, the only breaks when I ask him to stop and fuck my face.  I remember distinctly that his pubic hair smelt wonderful in my face… like clean linen or something equally wholesome and nice.  I know I have one of my bigger butt toys inside me and have at one point been penetrated annally with 2 fingers not only comfortably but extremely pleasurably when I decide I want him to fuck me there.

I stop the proceedings to ask in my politest voice if he would be so kind and giving as to put his cock inside my ass, please.

We make ourselves even more slippery with pjur and take our time to ease him inside me.  I am on all fours and holding a vibe up against my clit.  He slides, slowly, gradually inside me and it feels incredible.  He gently thrusts inside me, back and forth, constantly checking in with me, asking if I feel good and rubbing his hands down my sides, brushing the sides of my breasts and over my buttocks.

I know I’m making a hell of a lot of noise at this point, but I just don’t care, I feel so good and so overwhelmed with sensation.  Our gentle anal sex soon becomes progressively nastier as I am more and more comfortable.  I tell him to grab my hair.

At no point did I feel pain, but there was a very ‘stretched’ sort of feeling going on and I knew that it meant we had to be gentle or discomfort would most definitely follow.  We just took our time though and actually had a little rest break part way through, we were both sweating like mad.

This, my first anal sex experience, was so thoroughly enjoyable I am so happy I slowly and deliberately experimented and then gradually worked towards full penetrative sex.  I have learnt so much about my body and it’s response to anal stimulation in many forms, I felt comfortable and at ease… okay no, I was downright eager for the actual sex by the time the act itself occured.  It is also a testament to the awesomeness and openess in my relationship.  I am with the most beautiful, sensual, gentle man that I love and trust so freaking much the force of this feeling frightens me sometimes.

So in conclusion: first time butt seks FTW!

There is something so illustrious about sex acts whilst driving. Is it the inherent danger? Is it just a new and exciting place to get off?

Who knows really…

Last weekend on our long drive home from my folks place in the country I found a porn-mag under the passenger seat in the car. My man was driving at the time and we had been traveling back towards home for over 2 hours, I was a little bored and very antsy. I started flipping through the magazine, looking at boobies and reading the dirty stories section. I then remembered I had my egg vibe bundled up in my vitamin bag with my stuff in the back seat

*cha-ching*

I dug around to find it, turned it on and stuffed it down my pants. I slid the seat back so I could open my legs wider and took off my sneakers. (it feels so weird wanking in shoes for some reason). He was trying to watch me and watch the road, I know he slowed down some and let people over take us.

I become totally lost in my little bubble of pleasure for quite a while, around 40kms or so. I slowly shed the articles of clothing in the way of my pleasure, ending up naked from the waist down. I drew the orgasm right out, just enjoying the waves of sensation rolling up my body. From time to time he would reach over and touch my breasts through my clothes or brush his hand up my thighs – he couldn’t safely reach my pussy while driving.

I was mostly working my clit throughout, although after sometime of enjoying this I was overcome with a feeling of wanting something inside me. There is nothing hotter than masturbating your clit and then reaching down to your vagina to feel that it is so wet there is moisture dribbling down your arse crack. I pushed in my index finger and the feeling of the vibe on my clit and a finger inside me brought me immediately close to orgasm. I quickly withdrew and then pushed back inside myself with 2 fingers.

I was quite probably vocalising quite a bit at this point. There were trucks rushing by us on the opposite side of the road and the thought they could see into our vehicle and see me, naked legs splayed, finger fucking myself with glorious abandon was an incredible turn on.

Soon after this thought I had a longish, sweet feeling and intense orgasm. As I came my fingers were pushed out of my contracting vagina, I had a lovely long gasping afterglow. As I ‘came-to’ and caught my breath I discovered myself in a crumpled heap in the passenger seat sans trousers.

He told me we needed to pull over ASAP and I reached down to touch the rather obvious bulge in his pants. We quickly found a little dirt road to turn down, pulled over in a clearing beside the road and ran into the pine trees to pee. A car drove past whilst we were simultaneously pissing and I got the giggles something fierce.

We were laughing and running back to the car and bumping into each other and grabbing each other rather lewdly. I opened the backseat shoved all our stuff to one side, crawled in on my hands and knees and dropped my knickers and pants, he was inside me straight away and fucking me firmly and rhythmically. It was such hot and fun and beautiful sex, looking up in front of us the sun was setting through the gum trees opposite and casting a gorgeous golden light on our roadside shag.

He came pretty quickly but with a lot of force, whilst he was still standing too and we cleaned up quick, had a bit of a smooch and switched drivers.

I drove the rest of the way home while he glowed away beside me. We chatted all the way home about how dementedly hot what we had just done was, it turned out to be a first time thing for both us.

Yet another awesome experience chalked up with my rather excellent man.

I finally fucking did it.

In the almost-daylight early hours of Sunday morning, having not slept and winding down from party-time me and the boy crawled into bed for some lovin’.  This had been drawn out over an afternoon and evening of trashiness at a friend’s birthday party.  At one stage he and I snuck out to the car and had a mutual feel up and love-in session.  So many wonderful chats, a few confessions and a whole lot of mutual love going on…  Telling each other why we love each other, the things we each do that turn us on so much, how we are so dementedly happy it’s obscene – you get the idea.

We had both been wanting each other so badly, for so long, by the time I was laid back on the pillows, having shed my clothing, his hands were on my pussy and I was dripping wet.  He kissed me on my mouth, on my breasts, my tummy and my thighs and had a bright light in his eyes every time he looked up at me.  I don’t know if I have ever felt this amount of love for another human being in all of my life.  Our arousal, our love and our bodies connected took me to a place I can only describe as higher sex.

He ate my pussy for such a long time, I moaned and thrashed and just totally lost myself in pleasure and sensation.  I asked for him to put his hands inside me, he complied and as my pleasure grew and grew I needed more and more fingers.  Partway through he had 4 fingers inside me, whilst mentally this was hot, it was a tight fit and he wasn’t able to rub me inside the way I wanted and he went back to 2, at this point I was about ready to explode…  I was rubbing my clit furiously, which had become fucking huge and the rough rubs over my engorged clitorus and his fingers fucking me felt so incredibly good.  I wanted to feel a big, full, dirty orgasm and decided to add my new butt toy to the mix.

It is by far the largest thing that has ever gone in my ass and after lubing it up, he slid it into me so easily I began to consider asking him to fuck my ass.  I was pondering this idea, running this little fantasy over in my mind with a blue bumpy silicone toy in my ass, his fingers in my pussy and my hand roughly rubbing over my clit.

I came all over.  It is the only way I can describe the orgasm.  It was intense, but not too much so, no involuntary jerking, flailing or twitching just big, beautiful rolls of orgasm sweeping down and through me.  I think I came for quite a bit longer than I usually do.  As I came I pushed the butt toy out of me, but as is our mutually enjoyable preference he kept his fingers in me as I came and in my afterglow he slowly slid them out to taste me.

He was kneeling on all fours over me and kissing me when I realised I felt a pent up fluid feeling in my vagina.  I knew that if I could make myself come again I would be able to expel that fluid.  So I began rubbing down my clit, rhythmically rubbing over and over, the feeling of pent up fluid grew and grew, there were a few times when this feeling was ‘i need to pee-like’  but on the whole it was intensely pleasurable.  He was still hovering over me, I was lightly grasping his forearm.

I believe this wank was somewhat short and when I did come I ejaculated.  I squirted a whole fuck load of fluid out of me.

He exclaimed and dropped back to watch, I kept rubbing my clit and would let the fluid build up and with a squeeze I’d squirt again and holy fucking shit every time I expelled ejaculate it felt like a big squelchy orgasm.  I kept going, rubbing my clit and touching the fluid coming out of me, rubbing it over my clit and squirting more.  He was lowering his face to my pussy and I was squirting on his face, he opened his mouth and ate my cum.

Every time I thought I had nothing left to squirt, I would be able to keep on going.

He wanted to fuck, so we pulled off his clothes and he lay back.  I straddled him and slid his cock inside me and I fucked him with total abandon, only stopping when I once again orgasmed and ejaculated all over his cock, my fluid pooling on his belly.  I squirted multiple times on him, before switching to being on all fours with him fucking me from behind.  I asked him to come in me, he fucked me harder and faster til he came, I promptly orgasmed again and squirted his and my cum all over him and my bed.

I sat up on my knees and rubbing my clit pushed big, wet drops out of me and down onto my bed.  It sounded like rain on my taunt bedsheets.

After this I lay down exhausted, finally spent of all my liquid.

I could of cried I felt so fucking happy.

Me and my boy lay in my big puddle and held each other.

Is not something I have engaged in a great deal.  Well not comfortably and happily at least.

My first partner mentally scarred me about having sex whilst on my period, with his undisguised revulsion of my menstrual blood.  We were together for almost 4 years, so how unsexy and not-desirable I was when bleeding was hammered into me fairly well.  I was taught to ‘stay away’ when I had my period.

It’s taken me so long to work myself out of that place.

Over the past year I’ve come to realise that just before and whilst I’m menstruating is my sexual peak.  I now know my cycle, my body and how it all works inside out.  I used to dread my period, I have endometriosis and it always meant pain and pms and being undesirable was coming.  I now find bleeding really really comforting.  I also have *amazing* orgasms during this peak, especially when I’m bleeding.

When I’m stressed out, really busy or not sleeping properly my libido just disapears, but when I get my period it’s like my mind and body reset.  My desire to have sex, naturally occuring levels of arousal etc return.  I also now have a proper pain management plan, my mooncup solves a lot of physical discomfort and removes my mental anxiety about leaking.  I no longer freak out about TSS either.  My mooncup and acceptance of my hormonal peak during my period also means I masturbate like crazy during this time.  I am finally, after years of hating it, able to love myself and my blood.

Last night I had sex whilst bleeding and actually felt fine about it.  Not stressed, worried, upset or uncomfortable, at all, for the first time in my entire sexual life.  I had spoken to my boyfriend about this very topic previously, at a point where we were friends and hadn’t yet got together, he was so not fussed about it that it set me completely at ease from the get-go.  There are few whom I think I could engage in foreplay with, stop to pluck out my mooncup then lay back and let them touch me before launching into awesome sex.

The sex, whilst short, was lovely.  I lay a towel under my bum just in case of spillage and was on my back the entire time.  Despite us having sex in a way we usually wouldn’t (me on my back the entire fuck) it was still good, I was in the moment and enjoying the sensation of him inside me.  No part of me was freaking out about bleeding all over the place, or on him etc etc.

I actually feel like we shared something pretty special.

 

One of the main perks of having a boyfriend is that you get sex, like, all the time.  Laf.  Weekend just gone we had much and many sexy-times.  *grin*

By this point we’ve worked out quite a lot about each others bodies.  It’s amazing how quickly I’ve become comfortable with him…  We were actually talking about that very thing on Sunday night.  I think the closeness of our friendship meant that this step isn’t that much further than what was between us already.

Right now I am pinching myself, it’s only just a few weeks in and the sex is hot and awesome.  And he *loves* eating my pussy!!!!  I cannot even begin to describe how fucking awesome this is.  Pretty much every time we’ve fucked there has been mutual oral sex preceding it.  Also there is generally always more than 1 round.

It. Is. Brilliant.

This person feels so physically in tune with me, it’s kind of bizarre…  The freaked out feeling of ‘ holy fucking barbara streisand I’m banging my best mate’ is slowly disapating.  To be replaced by elation that this thing is actually working, I’m happy, we’re happy and being so totally blissed out at how relaxed it all is.

It’s really really nice and I know it’s super early days, but I think this is going to good and not the usual clusterfuck my relationships tend to be.

Can’t wait to write about our sex some as well.  I’m going to have a whole avalanche of brand new stuff to ponder and muse here…  Sex ftw!

I’m one of those girls who find it “difficult to orgasm” – well actually more to the point, it’s difficult to *make* me orgasm.  But I can make myself come just fine…

No one actually ever really bothers to go to the effort to either digitally or orally make me orgasm.

I’m constantly met with this ‘you need to come from sex or I’m not going to bother otherwise’ attitude.  And basically it’s pretty rare for me to be able to orgasm from penetration alone.  I’ve only been able to achieve this with one of my partners and I’m pretty certain it’s because of the rather unique shape of his cock.

Without clitoral stimulation I can’t come.  Sex alone is very enjoyable and pleasurable, but I would really like to see someone putting in the time and effort to help me achieve orgasm.

I do have a little clitoris and when I’m aroused it moves around a lot under stimulation, but no one has tried to learn my body enough to make it happen.

*sigh*

This has got to stop!!!  Next time I am interested in someone, whether purely sexually or in terms of a relationship I am going to be pretty straight about my sexual expectations: “please make me come from oral sex and digitally sometimes and you need to do both of these things (not necessarily ending in my orgasm) in foreplay HEAPS!!!

Yes I finally have enough balls to say that my pleasure needs to come first sometimes, instead of instantly getting into this routine when I just suck his cock and then we fuck.

I demand satisfaction.

I really like receiving oral sex.  I also really enjoy giving it.  I can deep throat, I enjoy giving a bj and I find the act itself pretty damn hot.  But it would seem my willingness to do this and the fact I generally initiate this sexual actual somehow precludes me from getting any oral loving in return.

It sucks.  Literally.

I’m feeling really paranoid about it…  Like seriously, WTF is wrong with my pussy that makes people so fucking adverse to eating it, or like at present even touching it AT ALL?

I really like what I have, I think it’s pretty and compared to many other vagina’s quite petite.  (Yes, I know, vagina envy)

This is an ongoing thing and it’s just crap.  Even when I’ve been honest and upfront about my own sexual desires (i.e can you please put your mouth on my vagina?) it’s met with resounding silence or evasion, or worst of all excuses.  Since when did we live in a society of men who don’t go down on women?  Or is it just me that’s bereft?

This is actually beginning to get pretty upsetting.  What’s the point of having sex if a big part of what I want out of the experience is lacking?

*sigh*

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