Happy Thanksgiving!
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Posted:Nov 23, 2006 4:56 am
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Here's hoping that all of you have a wonderful Thanksgiving - lots of turkey and all the trimmings, parades and/or football on TV until you can't stand anymore, and a minimum of relatives getting on your last shredded nerve LOL.
I fully expect to find it necessary to blog about my psychotic relatives by the time my Thanksgiving dinner is done....
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It's OK, I'm with the band
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Posted:Nov 19, 2006 11:07 am
Last Updated:Dec 11, 2006 2:38 am
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Maybe I should have tell you about my night with my guitarist...
I had a friend that was dating a guy in a band, and had kept pestering me to go with her some night to see them play. I had put Kim off several times - I've seen way too many really bad bands over the years keeping a friend company! Eventually, I gave in and figured that the worst that could happen was that I'd waste an evening. But when we got there, I decided pretty quickly that the evening wouldn't be a total loss, because the lead guitarist was just absolutely hot. If nothing else, the scenery was going to be fantastic, as long as I managed to not to drool down my chin.
I was pleasantly surprised to find out that the band was actually good. Big plus, now I won't have to try to act like I'm enjoying the music if I get a chance to talk to Mike! That was a good thing, because after the first set, he came over with Randy to sit with us. We chatted a little, the guys bought us a drink...I was enjoying it, but figured it was even money that he was sitting there simply to have something to do during the break. At least, that's what I thought until they got ready to go play their second set, when Mike he leaned over and asked if I would be offended if he said I had great tits. I told him I wouldn't be even the tiniest bit offended that that maybe we should talk more after the next set, of course!
So they played another set, and here he comes back to the table. This time, Mike suggested it was a little hot in the bar and that maybe we could step outside for a little bit. So, we went outside and walked around the side of the building. It could have been a romantic walk under the stars, except that we were standing next to a dumpster, and it was about 20 degrees outside. I don't think we noticed, though. We were having a VERY warm discussion, but there were some limits to what the weather would permit. There was a lot of kissing, and lots of groping, and a little bit of tit-sucking - the contract between his warm, wet tongue and the cold night air was an incredible turn-on! I even had a chance to get my hand in his pants, but I thought pulling him out in that weather would have been a little cruel, so I showed some restraint.
We got pretty worked up, and probably would have looked for both more warmth and more privacy, but we had to go back inside because they had to play another set. I'm not sure who may have noticed what, but he had a rather noticeable bulge when we came back in! We had a few minutes left, so he sat down at the table and ordered us both a beer - and tried to compose himself - while I ran to the bathroom. I don't think I helped him calm down any, though - I took my bra off while I was there and stashed it in my purse. He seemed to approve - clingy sweater and no bra - and he took advantage of the relative privacy of our table in the corner to get another feel. Before he went back for the last set, he asked if I would wait for him after they broke down after the show - well, hell yes!
The last set seemed to last for about a year and a half, and the whole time Kim kept asking me what I thought of Mike. I thought it should have been pretty obvious, but apparently she wasn't paying attention! But after an eternity, the band finally played their last song and finally started getting their gear together. I don't think I've ever seen anyone pack up gear so fast in my life.
Once they'd finished, the rest of the band left, but Mike came back and we sat at the bar and ordered another beer. We didn't realize it at the time that it was after close, but for whatever reason, the bartender liked us (I think she was enjoying watching, actually) and she kept serving us. Basically we were sitting at the bar talking and groping each other! It was definitely exciting to the side of me that is a bit of an exhibitionist - there weren't but two or three employees left in the bar, cleaning up, and they were giving us plenty of room, but it's not like they couldn't see what was going on. I mean, at one point he had both hands under my sweater playing with my nipples. It seemed to appeal to Mike, too, because he was as hard as a rock.
And either the bartender and the barback were a regular couple, or it just appealed to them, because they getting a little friendly every time they walked by each other, too. Not quite as friendly as Mike & I were getting - at one point, he pushed up my sweater far enough to go for a quick suck - but definitely not just friends, you know?
Well, we were pretty much reaching the point where a little more privacy was probably going to be necessary - either that, or we were going to have to be very public. That was about the time the bartender came over and said that she really hated to point it out, but the bar had been closed for quite a while and that they were finished cleaning up so we were going to actually have to leave. We decided maybe we could just sit in the car and "talk" for a while.
It was kind of funny - also still very arousing - we were sitting in my car (his was full of guitars and amps), and I was under a streetlight in the parking lot. The bartender and her friend came out and got in a van parked almost directly across from my car, but a couple of aisles over.
For people that were in a hurry to leave, they didn't seem to leave very soon. I was pretty sure they were watching, but at that point, I didn't care. Mike had pushed my sweater up again and was doing some serious tongue work on my tits, and I had finally been able to get his pants unzipped and was stroking his cock. He's very much a gentleman, though, and obviously believed in returning the favor, since he quickly slid one hand in my pants and began stroking my pussy. I was loving it, but couldn't quite believe that here we were, a couple of adults, making out in the front seat of the car like teenagers...I couldn't remember the last time I'd been finger-fucked while trying to avoid the gear shift!
He had me cumming like crazy - not only were my panties soaked, but even the crotch of my jeans was obviously wet. I was feeling pretty damned good, but it seemed a little unfair that he hadn't gotten off when I had - several times - so I told him to sit back, and got his pants down. I think he was expecting a hand job, because he seemed very surprised when I started sucking him. He didn't object, though, and I was having a wonderful time sucking his cock, playing with his balls (I love hearing a man moan when I suck him...positive feedback, don't you know?)
I was being quite the tease. I would bring him right to the verge of cumming, then would back off, ease up a little, then start up again. At one point, he kind of pulled back and was saying, "If you keep doing that, I'm going to cum in your mouth" (the only complete sentence he'd made in quite some time). I had to stop long enough to tell him "that's the whole idea." Once I told him that was the plan, he just said "Oh, god" and really seemed to relax and totally give up.
I don't know how long I sucked him - I didn't want to rush it - but I finally reached the point where he was just groaning "don't stop, don't stop" and I figured that meant he probably couldn't handle any more teasing. He'd gone from the laying back and enjoying stage to the hands in my hair fucking my mouth stage. I could feel him tensing up, it seemed like all the way from his toes, but instead of easing up this time I kept sucking until he was practically shooting buckets. I loved it as much as he did - just his reaction was enough to make me cum again.
For what it's worth, the bartender and her friend didn't actually leave the parking lot until I'd sucked Mike off. I've always wondered how much action was going on over there... I couldn't get over how hot it made me to be fooling around in a parking lot - definitely a naughty thrill!
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More firsts
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Posted:Nov 18, 2006 8:08 pm
Last Updated:May 27, 2024 1:46 pm
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I went out with some friends last night, and not too surprisingly, after a few beers, the discussion turned to sex. To be more precise, the discussion turned to oral sex - it always surprises me how many women say they hate it, and how many guys say they have to beg for it. But it got me to thinking back to that first blow-job. It was definitely way back when, once upon a time...
My semi-regular boyfriend had by that point was getting pretty regular hand-jobs, and was also pretty regularly suggesting that it would be even better if I would suck him. I kept making excuses and turning him down, but eventually while we were on the phone one night, I had to tell him that it wasn't really because I had some great moral objection - I simply had no idea what to do! Not surprisingly, once I had made that admission, he was quick to volunteer to teach me, and I agreed to give it a try.
A few nights later, we were at a party when he asked if I wanted to go for a walk. We didn't walk very far - only as far as his car parked just down the street. I had a pretty good idea what he had in mind, so I wasn't surprised when he announced that he was going to explain blow jobs. He had his pants unzipped and his cock out before we were even in the car. Obviously he was anxious for the lesson to begin. Or maybe he was just being practical - much easier to unzip standing up outside than once we were in the front seat of his car. Oh, the good old days - his car had bench seats, front & back - so much more comfortable than leaning across a gear shift or a center console!
He wasn't fully erect yet, which was a new experience for me - always before by the time I'd gotten the nerve to touch him, he was pretty much rock hard. This was actually the first time that I'd really gotten a close-up look at a guy, not that I got to look for very long before I had him in my mouth. At first, I was able to get all of him in my mouth, but I was surprised to see how much larger his cock got as I sucked on it.
I was also surprised to find out how horny I was getting with his cock in my mouth. The taste and feel of him had me incredibly wet, and I only got more frustrated when he started rubbing my ass. Maybe that was the effect he was hoping for, because the more frustrated I got, the more I sucked!
It didn't seem to take very long. He was groaning and trying to push his cock deeper into my mouth, and then he said that he had forgotten to tell me something, "In a couple of minutes when I finish I'm gonna jizz in your mouth, and then you swallow it." Well, if that's how it's supposed to be done, then okey-dokey.
True to his word, it was only a couple of minutes before I felt his cum shooting into my mouth. (It felt like it was bouncing off my tonsils!) And it seemed like he was never going to stop - he kept cumming, I kept swallowing. I wondered if he was ever going to finish...
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Technology is a great thing...
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Posted:Nov 15, 2006 5:30 pm
Last Updated:Nov 17, 2006 3:34 am
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OK, this is not actually the topic I had in mind originally, but I got an email that basically sent me an entirely new direction. I'm always so glad when friends send me important updates!
Breaking technology news from Belgium - a company has invented the first vibrator for pigs.
I'm sorry? Could you repeat that?
Yes, the MS Reflexator is now available for the discerning swine. According to the article I was sent, the inventors "thought the pleasant vibrations would make the artifical insemination process more enjoyable for the animals."
The article went on to quote a spokesperson, who said, "Normally the pigs act as if they don't care about what is going on. But by using the Reflexator the pigs show they really enjoy it."
Dear lord, so many questions come to mind that it's almost impossible to know what to ask first. Who was so concerned about the pig's pleasure that he/she wanted to make artificial insemination more fun? Who decided to try a vibrator to bring about a pig-gasm? Even more importantly, who was the poor soul that got stuck with playing with Miss Piggy to find the most arousing spot?
Can you just imagine the poor grad student who volunteered to help with a research project on sexual response, and wound up here???
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Pay raise
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Posted:Nov 13, 2006 1:34 pm
Last Updated:Nov 17, 2006 3:34 am
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An original blog it ain't, but it made me laugh!
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Subject: Pay raise?
I, the Penis, hereby request a raise in salary for the following reasons:
1. I do physical labor.
2. I work at great depths.
3. I plunge head first into everything I do.
4. I do not get weekends or public holidays off.
5. I work in a damp environment.
6. I work in a dark area that has poor ventilation.
7. I work in high temperatures.
8. My work exposes me to diseases.
Response:
Dear Penis,
After assessing your request, and considering the arguments you have raised, the management denies your request for the following reasons:
1. You do not work 8 hours straight.
2. You WORK IN SHORT SPURTS AND fall asleep after EACH brief work period.
3. You do not always follow the orders of the management team.
4. You do not stay in your designated area, and are often seen visiting other locations.
5. You do not take initiative - you need to be pressured and stimulated in order to start working.
6. You leave the workplace rather messy at the end of your shift.
7. You don’t always observe necessary safety regulations, such as wearing the correct protective clothing.
8. You will slow down before you are 65.
9. You find it difficult to work double shifts.
10. You sometimes leave your designated work area before you have completed the assigned task.
11. And, if that were not all, you have constantly been seen entering and exiting the workplace carrying two suspicious-looking bags.
Sincerely, The Management
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Do you like Japanese food???
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Posted:Nov 11, 2006 1:34 pm
Last Updated:Nov 17, 2006 3:34 am
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OK, in a way this is cheating - I posted part of this in the magazine a while back, and I've shared it here and there. But I'm going to blog it today anyway! (It's my blog and I can do what I like, after all.)
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I had a lovely dream the other night. We were at a Japanese restaurant - you know, the sort of place where they have those nifty little private dining areas, little rice-paper walls with the nice sliding doors? We were sitting in one of those, side-by-side on what was kind of like an oversized bench wrapped around the table, having a drink, and you were admiring my shirt - very soft, a little clingy, cut very low with lots of lace in the neckline - so low cut that only the lace covers part of the bra, in fact. You pulled away the neckline to peek inside, then slid one hand inside and cupped my breast, slipping your thumb back and forth across the nipple, then began kissing and nibbling your way down my neck towards that hand. While you were kissing, you slowly began pushing away the lace of the bra, exposing more and more...when the waiter tapped on the door.
We rearranged my top so he could open the door and take our order, then you excused yourself for a moment. It was a very quick moment, too - obviously you wanted to get back to business, because as soon as you came back, you sat down and asked, "Now where was I? Oh, yeah, we need to get that bra out of the way," and slid your hand back inside my blouse - where you found no bra, only a very hard nipple, because I had taken off the bra while you were gone. It was all I could do not to groan when you grabbed my nipple and began rolling it between your fingers, but I knew those paper walls weren't going to muffle the sound. It got even worse when you pushed aside my blouse, leaned over and took my other nipple in your mouth and began sucking on it, sometimes soft and light, flicking your tongue across it, sometimes taking the whole thing in your mouth and sucking hard. You kept it up for several moments before you whispered, "Are your panties wet yet?" and began slowly sliding one hand up my leg, stroking my stockings, sliding your hand under my skirt, briefly stopping to play with the lace on my garters, then asked "Hmm, are they?" I couldn't even answer, just spread my legs a little wider and let you continue exploring - and let you find out that panties can't get wet if you don't wear them. I couldn't help but moan a little when you began sliding your fingers, oh so lightly, around my pussy. You began stroking me, and I reached over with one hand towards your cock....when the waiter was at the door again.
I rearranged my shirt, but you left your hand under my skirt while we told the waiter to come in. He said he had our meal, and began setting down plates and more drinks. You took advantage of the fact that he was occupied, and that I was in no position to say anything, to keep playing under my skirt, and slowly slid two fingers into my pussy. I was trying not to react, but all I could think about was how badly I wanted you to finger-fuck me. I didn't think that damned waiter was ever going to leave, but he finally did - and then when he did, you slipped your fingers out and announced that you were ready to eat, wiped your hands on your napkin and picked up your chopsticks. I thought I must be totally losing my touch until I looked over at your lap and could see how hard your cock was in your pants. I reached over and began rubbing you, just barely touching you through the fabric. You were trying awfully hard to ignore me, and I just wasn't going to have that, so I unzipped your pants and pulled out your cock, wrapped my fingers around it and began slowly stroking it. That was having more of an effect - you were still trying to eat, but not doing too good a job of it, and as I kept stroking, you began moving up and down against my hand. I was just going to tease you like you'd teased me, then I saw those drops of pre-cum oozing from the head, and I had to taste them. I leaned down and took you in my mouth, and began sucking on you, reached down and cupped your balls and began playing with them. Now THAT finally got your attention, and you completely gave up pretending that you were eating. I was sliding your cock in and out of my mouth, sliding my tongue up and down - take you in deep to suck for a bit, then pull back so that I was just tonguing and sucking the head. And I was rewarded for my effort - while I was sucking you, you reached around and pulled my skirt up, and jammed those fingers back in my pussy, slamming them in and out while I tried to see how much of your cock I could get down my throat. It didn't take very long before you were cumming, spurting in my mouth, and I was swallowing it and trying to get more - that was enough to send me over the edge as well, waves and waves shaking through my pussy....
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Sometimes you gotta laugh....
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Posted:Nov 7, 2006 5:19 pm
Last Updated:Nov 17, 2006 3:34 am
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I meant to write about this little incident earlier, but I got a tad bit tied up this weekend and just didn't get around to it. (Not literally tied up - I'm not end to that - but it was a very good weekend...)
Anyway, I've got a profile on several sites, not "adult" in nature. I've put a profile on a couple of singles/dating sites, and of course the infamous MySpace. I haven't met many people from any of them, but what the heck - they're all free, right? So, a couple of weeks ago, I got a message from a guy on another site who was very complimentary of certain physical attributes (yeah, even the MySpace picture has cleavage - if you got it, flaunt it, after all). His first comment was cute, so we started emailing, chatted a few times, and then we decided we should meet for dinner one weekend. We talked about places to meet, but didn't make any real plans - we left it that he would get in touch with me Saturday morning and we'd decide what to do. Sounds good, right?
Well, Saturday morning arrives, and I hear nothing. Since I had things to do, I sent him a message that I'd be out & about but he could call me on my cell. No reply. No phone call. I get back from running errands and IM him. No response. A couple of hours later, I try to get hold of him - no response - so I leave a message that if I don't hear from him by 6 or so, I'll assume something came up and I'll just make other plans.
Well, 6 o'clock comes and goes, so when a friend called and said let's meet for dinner, I thought it sounded good, and I sent the guy a message that we'd be at a particular restaurant and that if he'd like to join us we'd be glad to see him. This message he can suddenly answer, but basically to start complaining about my standing him up. Um, I stood him up? Not quite how I saw it, and a slightly heated discussion followed. (IM isn't really the recommended format for this sort of discussion, incidentally. Righteous indignation is lost somewhere along the way.)
So, fast forward. By the middle of the next week, I responded to one of his emails when he suggested that maybe it was just a misunderstanding and we could figure out how we got our wires crossed, etc. etc. That sounded OK, I'm a semi-rational adult. And when you're communicating mostly by email or IM, it's easy to miss the subtle things, right? So, sure, let's talk.
He started sending several emails a day. No more than two sentences, and all of which were a cheesy pick-up line. God help us, the man actually said, "Come on, babe, let's get jiggy with it." After about two days, I started responding with "If you want to talk, let's talk - if all you've got to offer is another line, don't bother." The lines kept coming. I kept responding with the same sentence. I was going to quit answering, but it was starting to be entertaining. I mean, really, how many times could I say the exact same thing before he caught on?
17, it turns out. Yes, 17. I wasn't quite sure whether to be impressed by his staying power or amazed at his stupidity. Amazed is the grand prize winner, though. His final email just put him over the top. That would be the one where he said I should lighten up and get over my "typical midwestern prudery" about sex, because you know,
most real adults realize that sex is fun. Oh, and I'm going to miss out on a lot in life with my repressed attitude...
Wonder what he would have done if I'd sent him the link to this site?
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Well, OK, maybe we CAN do that...
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Posted:Nov 4, 2006 4:33 am
Last Updated:Nov 17, 2006 3:34 am
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So, the rest of the story, since I'm sure inquiring minds want to know...
Up the stairs we went to my bedroom, and were laying on my bed, as he went back to work on my tits. Oh, my god, it felt SO good! And of course, since we were laying there so nice and comfy, it was only a matter of time before the hands started roaming - his and mine. Outside the jeans at first, but before long, both sets of pants were unzipped and the hands were inside. Outside the underwear still, though - I wasn't that kind of girl! My panties were soaking wet, which for some reason really seemed to impress/excite him (I told you I was a little naive still), and all the rubbing felt so good that it seemed perfectly reasonable when he said that it would feel even better if I didn't have my jeans on - but of course, he'd stop any time I said to. OK, there go the jeans! And I told him that if he really promised to quit if I said to, that it was OK if he took off his jeans - I mean, why shouldn't we both be comfortable?
So, two teenagers in their underwear, making out on the bed. He was laying on top of me, between my legs, rubbing his cock up and down against me, and I couldn't help but start pushing back against him - that seemed to get him even more excited than my wet panties did. LOL It was only a few minutes before he asked if he could touch me under my panties - oh, god, yes, PLEASE touch me! He slowly slid his hand under the elastic and began stroking across my pussy - I don't know if he knew what he was doing, but he was definitely doing it right. The panties disappeared, somewhere along the way his underwear came off, and the hands were VERY busy. His were, anyway - he kept pushing my hand off his cock and saying "Not yet, not yet," which I found very exciting, because I knew that meant I was doing something right. He started nibbling on a nipple, just little nips with his teeth, and slid two fingers inside my pussy, and I thought I was going to die, it felt so good. I was humping his hand like crazy when he said "God, I want to be inside of you so bad!" I blurted out, "Virginity is SO highly overrated!" His fingers stopped moving, and I swear I think he stopped breathing for a minute, when he asked, "Do you mean what I think you mean?"
Well, yes, that was exactly what I meant, and the next thing I knew, he was back between my legs rubbing up and down against me - but this time it was his bare cock against my bare (and very wet) pussy. Every time the head rubbed across my clit, I jumped; it was the best thing I'd ever felt (I still love that feeling actually). After a few minutes, he reached down and "positioned" himself, and he asked if I was sure - I'm sure. He slid the head of his cock in me, just a little, and was easing in very slowly when there was the weirdest feeling, like he'd bumped into something LOL. He kind of raised up and looked at me with kind of a strange look on his face, asked me again if I was sure - yes, yes, yes, I'm sure, just do it. He warned me it might hurt, and pushed himself in...
Oh, hell yes it hurts! Holy shit! He's apologizing for hurting me, I'm kind of gasping trying to catch my breath, neither of us are moving, and he's just kissing me all over my face, sweet little kisses on my nose, my eyes, my cheeks... and eventually they became longer, slower kisses on the lips... and I realized that it didn't hurt anymore, and that it felt pretty good with him inside me. (Now that I'm older and wiser, it amazes me that he didn't lose his erection.) It felt so good that I wiggled a little bit beneath him, and he started to pull out, apologizing again - I guess he thought it was hurting. Well, hell, I didn't want him to do that! I didn't really know what to do, so I grabbed his butt and pulled him back towards me. Well, hello...that felt pretty damn fine. So I wiggled some more, and told him to go ahead.
He was very gentle, and tried to go very slow, but all this had pretty much been about all a his age could handle LOL. He didn't last very long, but it felt so good - and when I felt him cum inside me, it felt absolutely incredible! Incredible enough that after he'd had a little bit of a rest, we decided to do it all over again - but with a lot less persuading needed the second time LOL.
Funny thing...when it was all over, I had gotten up to go to the bathroom and he was getting dressed. When I came back out, he was looking at the bed, which had a bit of a bloody mess, and he started apologizing again. I stopped him, couldn't quite figure out what he was sorry for - hell, I wasn't sorry we'd done it, so why was he apologizing? Well, seems that when I told him I was a virgin, he hadn't really believed it - thought it was just one of those girlie lines, right up until "the moment"...
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We can't do that!
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Posted:Nov 2, 2006 1:56 pm
Last Updated:Nov 17, 2006 3:35 am
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Yes, I'm still walking down memory lane...
I had gone to a party with a girlfriend a couple of weeks after graduation - you know the sort of thing. Someone's parents go to the lake for the weekend and are silly enough to leave the teenagers home alone. The party was OK, plenty of beer to go around, but most of the people there were people I didn't know very well (if at all). Luckily, there was a male friend there that I knew fairly well from baseball, and we started talking. I thought it was great, because I'd always had a pretty hefty crush on him. And it was even better because he'd broken up with his girlfriend.
So, we sat there and drank beer, flirted a little bit, and did the whole making-excuses-to-touch-but-afraid-to-actually-try-anything routine. I was still a bit naive, but about the third time he made an excuse to brush something off the front of my shirt and managed to "accidentally" rub a nipple I was starting to get the idea. And starting to get wet. I couldn't quite figure out what the next move should be, though - I didn't really have any idea how to go about picking someone up. Then I got lucky - a neighbor came over and threatened to call the cops if the party didn't break up. Everyone started gathering up their things and one of the other there volunteered to move things to her house, but I'd never liked her and didn't want to go. I was talking to my girlfriend - who was my ride, and who DID want to go to the other house - when Mark said he wasn't going to the other party either, and very kindly offered to give me a ride home. What a great idea, right?
So, we got Mark's beer and headed to the car, and as we're driving away he mentions that if I don't have to go straight home, he's got all that beer and we could find somewhere to drink a couple and "just talk." Why, that sounds great - but you know, my dad's out of town and my brother's staying with friends, so we could just sit at my house and watch some TV. (I was starting to catch on.) Another great idea!
So, we end up back at my house, sitting on the couch with our beer, some late movie on the TV, the lights off. Didn't take long before he had an arm across my shoulder, kissing me - and his hand dangling down across my chest, casually stroking that nipple again. Well, even at that point, I'd learned that my nipples were very sensitive - and he figured it out pretty damn quick, too. We progressed very quickly to me laying back on the couch, my shirt off and him laying on top of me, going to town with my tits - both hands and his mouth full. He was hard as a rock, too, rubbing up against me - and boy, did that all feel good! He stopped sucking a nipple long enough to suggest going up to my room where we would be more comfortable, and then I had a quandary. I really liked what he was doing, and I didn't want him to stop, but I was a virgin - I'm not supposed to be doing this! I couldn't quite figure out what to do, so I just blurted out what came into my head - I'd love to but I'm a virgin and I'm planning to stay that way. He didn't hesitate, just said that was fine, and he promised he'd leave his pants on, or mine, or both, whatever I wanted. So what the heck, up the stairs we go...
Hmm, I think I'll save the rest of the story for later. 
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Tell me about the first....
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Posted:Nov 1, 2006 4:03 pm
Last Updated:Nov 17, 2006 3:35 am
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You know, one of the things I've enjoyed the most about being on NoStrings has been trading 'war stories'. You know what I mean - the little walks down memory lane when someone asks "have you ever" or "do you remember the first time you ever (fill in the blank)"? I've enjoyed the memories so much that instead of just thinking about them, or emailing them, I thought it would be fun to blog them.
So, someone asked me not too long ago what I thought the first time I saw a guy cum. I didn't have to think very hard at all to remember that!
I'd been sheltered, to say the least. My mom was a bit of a pit bull, shall we say, so I was a little behind everyone else in all the "social" aspects. Anyway, my senior year in high school, I was on the yearbook staff as a photographer. One of the juniors taking the intro journalism class was an absolutely gorgeous football player, and he volunteered to help with photography, and the teacher thought that would be great since we only had two photographers. So, anyway, he started helping me in the darkroom printing pictures. Can you imagine - two hormonal teenagers spending a lot of time alone in a darkroom? LOL Not surprisingly, it went from flirting, to "accidentally" touching, to kissing, to lots of intentionally touching... (there are several good "first" stories I could tell about this guy, come to think of it)
Anyway, we were in the darkroom one day and started fooling around. I didn't realize he had undone his pants until he grabbed my hand and put it inside, and all of a sudden I had my first handful of a very hard cock (I'd touched him through his pants, but never touched the real thing before!). I was terrified and aroused at the same time, and tried to pull my hand away, but he held on to it and kind of wrapped it around him, and told me "Just hold it, you don't have to do anything, just hold it." Seemed harmless enough, so I held it. Of course, the next thing he did was start stroking himself with my hand. That seemed harmless enough, too, so even when he let go of my hand, I held on and kept stroking - and I was starting to like his reaction!
It didn't take long before he wasn't just letting me stroke, but had really started fucking my hand. I wasn't sure exactly what would happen, but he was breathing harder and faster, and groaning, and pushing more and more against my hand...and all of a sudden I realized his cock felt different somehow, throbby or something - and about that time he shot a HUGE load. All over my shirt, on my jeans, on the wall LOL.... Oh, lord, was I surprised! I mean, I knew the basics of sex, but somehow the stuff written in those health ed books didn't even come close to preparing me for THAT!
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Well, I'm here, now what?
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Posted:Oct 29, 2006 10:44 am
Last Updated:Nov 3, 2006 9:22 am
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I've thought about starting a blog since I stumbled across NoStrings, finally have taken the plunge, and now I find myself sitting here totally intimidated by this big empty white square on my screen. So, my goal today is to create an incredibly inane and boring post - as long as I break through these 'first post' jitters!
Don't give up on me just yet - I promise I get better...
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