Anal Amy

Ryan and I went to see one of his friends dj last night. His friend was djing at a small club in the city. He spins house and techno music, which I listen to from time to time. And even with almost all of Ryan's friends from the other night there, I had a fun. They were a little out of their element so they're weren't as conceited.

But I think the main reason was Anna, my designated friend for the night. We were the only two girls in the group. I don't always get along with girls right off the bat, but with in a few minutes we were laughing and making fun of the guys.

I'm not sure how Anna fits into the picture. At first I thought she was a younger sister. But I kind of think she's like the groups groupie. I got the impression that she had been with a few of the guys in the group. But at the same time she looks so young and innocent - but by the way she drinks I can tell there's more to her.

The group had a VIP table in the back of the club, which was okay at first. But after an hour I was bored and so was Anna. With liquor in our systems, we wanted to dance but none of the guys wanted to. Of course that didn't stop us.

I kind of just move to the beat but Anna can dance, she says it's the Mexican in her (she's half Mexican and half Irish). And it wasn't long before two guys started to dance with us. It was hard to resists us - Anna was wearing this really really tight pink shirt that left little to the imagination - showing off her petite but very perky tits. She wasn't wearing any bra. I was just as bad - wearing this slinky tube top that was a little too low cut and showed off just a little too much.

At first they just danced behind each of us. I glanced back and the guy behind me was kind of cute but nothing close to Ryan. A song later, they moved closer. I felt his body rubbing against me, his hands on my waist. I could feel him breathing on my neck. At first, I enjoyed it - Anna danced closer to me too. Then I felt the guy behind me, push his cock against me. Not such a turn on. I looked for Ryan but I couldn't even see the table anymore. But Anna noticed my smile disappeared. She wrapped her arms around me and pushed the guy away. We danced our bodies pressing together, until they got the picture. But then she let go, I didn't want her move away. I wanted to dance with her. I wanted to feel the heat of her skin. I wanted to smell her perfume. I wanted....

We left the dance floor and went to the bar. I thought we were just getting another mixed drink, instead she bought as each a shot. I was already feeling pretty good before that, I was feeling a lot better after that.

We had a couple more drinks (read got drunk) then went back to the dance floor. We found Ryan and his friends dancing this time (read he was also pretty drunk). Ryan and I danced. Well tried to. It was more of a just bump and grind. He danced behind me, pushing his cock against my ass (major turn on this time) - telling me how much he wanted to fuck my ass. He's never that straight forward. And when Anna danced close to me, he pulled her to me, squishing me between them. She looked at me with her dark eyes, she pushed her black hair out of her face. Her lips were just a few inches away from me. I wanted to kiss her.

But we didn't.

The three of us danced even after the rest of the group left the dance floor. We danced until Ryan had to go to the bathroom.

I didn't want the night to end, but I was getting exhausted. We regrouped at the table and finished/tried to finish the last round of drinks.

In the car, Ryan sat on one side of me. Anna sat on the other. On the way down to the club Ryan and I had sat in the back seat, with Anna and one of Ryan's friends in the front but somewhere we had picked up another person and the three of us were forced into the back seat.

Hidden beneath my jacket, Ryan slid his fingers into my pants. I was wearing this little lace, g-string thong that was already damp. He fingered me without saying anything.

At some point, Anna placed her hand on mine, wrapping her fingers into mine. I looked at her and she whispered into my ear. "I want to kiss you. Is that okay?"

We kissed. Her lips were soft. Her breath was hot. It was a sloppy kiss, to drunk to know better. Ryan started to finger me quicker. No one in the front of the car noticed.

Our drunken make out session lasted only a few minutes until we pulled on to Ryan's block. I told her to come in with us. She told me she was going home with Adrian, the driver. I was a little surprised - didn't know they had a connection. A little disappointed.

Ryan and I stopped to get water, then took bathroom breaks then went to his bedroom. He was all over me as soon as he closed the door. We laid side by side on his bed, his hands undoing my pants and his fingers entering me again. His other hand caressing my boobs. I was on my side, with my back to him. Him pressing his cock against me again. Grinding it hard against me.

He asked me about Anna. I told him about Jill. He told me it was the first time she had ever kissed a girl. He said, he wanted to watch us kiss again. He wanted to watch a lot more than that. He said, he wanted to fuck us.

We peeled my pants down to my ankles. He opened up his pants, then pulled down his boxers. I felt his hard cock against my ass.

He pulled my tube top down, just enough to get to my black satin push-up bra. He pulled the cups off of my breasts. He did more than caress. I started to sweat even more than I did in the club.

His cock was inches from entering my pussy. He told me he had fucked Anna.

He rolled me onto my stomach. I kicked off my pants. He moved on top of me. He pushed into me. I wasn't even thinking about "the great condom debate" but needless to say he wasn't wearing one.

It was the first time we had fucked in a bed in a position other than missionary.

He said, he was hoping we would go to the same party/hotel/club as Anna New Years Eve.

It was drunk and sloppy fucking. He fucked me as hard as he could. I thought we were going to wake up his parents.

We fucked doggy style, then went to missionary style. In missionary we slowed down. Kissing as much as fucking. I was dying for my water but we couldn't stop. We couldn't stop until he came.

I didn't think he would ever cum, he was still pretty drunk.

But then he started asking me about Jill. I told him some of the details of our little fling, it was all he needed. He started fucking me harder as I told him about kissing her. About licking her. About tasting her and making her climax. He started fucking me so hard I couldn't talk. I moaned.

He came. He came in me. Deep in me. Deep in me I felt him exploding, his cock throbbing. He filled me with his cum.

We fell asleep pretty much like that. He fell asleep on top of me. His cock was still in me when I passed out. Our clothes were still half on.

I didn't get my water to the next morning, but I didn't care.

Anonymous said...

I notice that you seem to be using condoms with this new guy. From all of your previous posts I have read, you never seemed to care for them. In fact, you even made a point of telling the guys you were with that they didn't need them. You seemed to prefer the feeling of being filled with a man's cum. Why the change? Also,have you ever heard from Jill's dad again?

This is one of those comments that I just couldn't respond to with just a few words....

This is actually something I've been thinking about. When we first started fooling around, I decided two things. I wanted to wait at least a little while before we started having sex. Also, if we did have sex I wanted to get into the habit of using condoms again. I mean with the amount of guys I've been fooling around with - it's time start getting serious about it. The pill doesn't protect against STDs.

But that's when I thought Ryan was just going to be another guy, another fling. Now, I'm starting to see something more happening.

I want to have sex without him wearing a condom. I hate the way it feels. I want to feel his skin inside me. I want to feel him cum deep inside of me. But now, I'm not so sure how to tell him he doesn't have to wear a condom anymore. I mean he already knows, I'm on the pill so it's not like anything would've changed. And today, we had sex at his house again before we went out. Before I even had a chance to bring up the subject, he was already putting one on.


And yes, I have talked to Jill's Dad again. I drunk dialed him Christmas eve eve from the bar. Ryan and his friends were off in some other part of the bar and I was just feeling a little horny/bored/lonely. We only talked for a minute - it was hard to have a conversation with all the noise on my end of the phone. I remember telling him I wanted to see him again but we haven't spoken since then. And I've been semi-ignoring Jill - saying I'm with Ryan everytime she wants to hangout. Which for the most part is true.

I went over to his house this afternoon, his parents were gone for the day - however, I probably would've gone over there anyways this afternoon. We watched television for a while, it was like we were avoiding/delaying what we knew we both wanted. But then he asked if I wanted to take a nap. I had just yawned, and he said he was tired. We went to his bedroom, laid on his bed and pretended like we were trying to fall asleep. We stayed motionless, I was wrapped in his arms, our bodies pressed together.

He made the first move, a soft brush of his fingers along my arm. Our fingers interlocked and squeezed. I pulled his hand between my legs. He didn't need any further instruction. I felt his fingers rub against me through my jeans. Without any words, he undid my belt, unbuttoned, then unzipped my jeans. His fingers slid underneath my blue lace boyshort panties, across the fuzz that remains of my pubic hairs and between my lips. Slowly his fingers massaged me. He woke me up, made me warm. He penetrated me with two fingers. Slowly he fucked me.

Our bodies became closer together. I felt his warmth. I smelled his cologne. I felt him very hard against me. He pushed it against my ass, I told him I wanted more. I grinded my ass against him. He penetrated me with three fingers.

He stopped to take down my jeans and panties. He peeled them off of my legs and threw them on the floor. It was a race now to get naked. He started taking off his clothes while I pulled off my shirt, then unhooked my bra.

I laid on my back, assumed the position spreading my legs as he dug out some condoms out of a drawer. Together we put the condom on his very hard cock. He teased me rubbing his cock against my lips, then just pushed the head in. I couldn't take it and pulled him into me. We just kissed for a few moments. Just enjoying the feeling of him being in me before he started to fuck me. Slowly at first, then building up to where he was fucking so hard that each thrust made my body shake. I held on to his back. He looked down at me and smiled as I moaned softly.

He came but we were only getting started. He had collapsed next to me. He had taken the condom off and I felt the wetness still on his cock and I massaged it with my hands.

I was nervous, nervous how he would take it. Nervous about how he would respond but I didn't need to be. I told him, "I have this little fetish, this thing that's pretty kinky - I want you to fuck my ass."

He was a little surprised. I think I went from being his sweet little fuck toy to his little whore.

I was a little disappointed, I wanted to be his first but he told me he had anal sex with a couple of other girls. He said, he was surprised I liked it because neither of them liked it. I almost went into a speech about guys, girls and anal sex but instead I went into details of what I thought would make great anal sex for us.

He put on another condom, the talk of anal sex had made him hard again. I took the lube out of my purse then joined him back on the bed. I was cold as I laid on my stomach. The lube was cold as he dripped it on to my ass. With one finger he entered my ass very carefully. He used two to finger fuck me. I was already moaning again.

Then he rubbed the lube onto himself. He leaned over me. I felt his cock touch my ass. Very carefully, cautiously and slowly he pushed into me. It hurt a little more, then I expected it - and he pulled out after just pushing the head in. He applied more lube then penetrated me again. He was able to push himself almost completely into my ass without it hurting too much.

Slowly, he pulled almost completely out then pushed back into me. He knew what he was doing and I wondered how many times before he had done anal. He said, he couldn't believe he was inside my ass, fucking me. He pushed deeper into me, filling my ass with his cock.

He picked up the pace only after a few minutes. He started to moan. It was so cute, so sexy. He fucked me harder. Faster. He was fucking me so hard, I thought I was going to have to tell him to slow down - but then with one last hard push, he came.

He laid on top of me, wrapping his arms around as he tried to catch his breath. I could've fallen asleep with him like that and still inside of me. But he slipped out as we tried to get more comfortable. We did take a nap, we were woken by the garage door when his parents came home. And we even ate dinner with them. I felt so naughty at the table, knowing that he had just fucked my ass.

I really do love all the advice, words etc that people leave me - but people are always leaving comments that I should be more into guys that care about satisfying me. It may sound weird, but satisfying men satisfies me. I love making men cum. I love giving head. I can be satisfied just from feeling a man cum deep inside of me, having a man cover my face with his cum or even having a man penetrate my ass. My orgasm is an added bonus. Not saying, I don't like to orgasm, but I can go to sleep happy knowing I made my lover cum.

I don't know if this is going to make sense to anyone. I'm slightly drunk. We went out to another bar tonight. I went down on him tonight, as we were parked in front of my house. We made out for a few minutes, then he asked me to go down on him. I didn't even hesitate for a minute. He unzipped his pants and together we pulled out his cock. I undid my seat belt and leaned over to his side of the car. There wasn't much of a tease, I licked him a few times then put his cock in my mouth. I pushed his cock through my lips. He filled my mouth.

I went up and down on him. He actually moaned. He ran his fingers thru my hair. He put his hands on the back of my head, guiding me as I sucked his cock - it didn't even bother me. I went faster and faster.

A car drove by but I didn't stop. I wouldn't have stopped even if it was the police. I couldn't let go of his cock.

He came and filled my mouth with his cum. I didn't release his cock from my mouth until I had swallowed all of him.

I enjoy being his slut. I enjoy being a slut. As long as I've been making men cum, I've enjoyed the feeling of knowing I can make a man cum. I love feeling a cock in my mouth. I love being fucked hard. I love satisfying two men at once. And I really love being fucked in my ass. Feeling a rock hard cock penetrate me feels like nothing else. Feeling a hard cock thrusting into my ass makes me forget everything.

I'm not saying, I don't want to orgasm/climax from time to time but right now I'm very satisfied with the taste of his cum still in my mouth.

Just wanted to wish everyone a Merry Christmas etc etc...

I've got a lot to talk about - mostly good - just not the time right now. Hope everyone gets what they want and I'll be back soon.

Saturday night didn't go much better.

We went to one of the local bars near his house. Just like the bar I go to near my house except I knew no one there.

Most of his friends seemed to be real assholes. Complaining the whole time. Complaining about how it was too packed, how the girls were all ugly and how they always went to same places. I wanted to tell them their was a simple solution - go somewhere else - but I kept mostly to myself. They all thought they were too cool to be there, when they really weren't.

I think I could've had some fun if it wasn't so packed. It was hard to get drinks at the bar. It was hard to get to the dance floor and once we were there we were stuck in between a bunch of drunks (which wouldn't be bad if I had been drunk).

When we were leaving the dance floor to get back over to his friends, some guy wasn't looking where he was going and spilled a drink right on to my shirt.

I had enough, but of course we couldn't leave. We didn't drive there, we got a ride with of one of his friends. Instead we waited outside for his friend. It was warm enough where I wasn't cold except for where the asshole had spilled his drink.

Ryan did make me laugh. He told me he was more than willing to lick it clean. Not that funny in the grand scheme of things but it made me laugh.

We stood against his friends car and started kissing. He held me close, keeping me warm.

His friend said he'd be right out. He was in the middle of talking to some girl, but after fifteen minutes we were still waiting outside. Ryan said, we should go back and find his friend.

I had another idea. The parking lot was behind the bar, his friend's car was parked right in front of a narrow alleyway - by no means secluded but we could hide easily between some buildings.

He didn't like the idea. He said, I was too aggressive. Maybe, I was being a little too slutty for him but he didn't seem to have a problem with it yesterday. And at the time it didn't seem like a big deal, I was able to convince him to join in a dark part of the parking lot, but today I couldn't get the comment out of my head.

Anyways, he didn't hesitate when we were in the alley way. He turned me away from him, then basically pinned me against one of the brick walls. He was kind of forceful (major turn on). He unzipped his pants. I took off my panties (my lucky black satin thong) and put it in my handbag. He pulled my skirt up around my waist. He pushed himself into me. It was intense. He pushed my body against the wall. One hand held my hands about my head. His other hand went into my top. Each thrust made me spread my legs a little further.

It got a little uncomfortable so I turned around to face him. He was soft at first. Kissing me as we fucked.

He pulled my shirt over my breasts. He took my breasts out of bra. Pausing to kiss and suck on them before he started fucking me even harder.

It seemed like only a minute, but it was longer. It was just the rush of fucking in a place where we could get caught, that made time seem to fly. But at the same time going slow every time we heard or saw something.

He started to get close. His fucking became jerky. Quicker. Harder.

Right as he started to cum, I spotted his friend. He saw me looking at him and did a quick turned around.

This time he was able to take the condom off without getting it all over me.

His friend didn't say anything, but he did drop his business card (some kind of promoter - whatever) into the pocket of my coat when we were getting into his car. What an asshole.

Ryan and I went back to his house. I slept over their without any problems with his parents. The even seemed to like me when we were introduced the next morning.

I kind of feel like he's just fucking me. Which, wasn't the way I felt at all after our first time together. And just a few days ago I saw this turning into a relationship, I still could see that happening but not as much. And what if it does turn into something more. What is he going to do when he finds out I like things in bed like anal sex, etc. Anyways, we're going to talk Monday night - we'll see what happens. I have a lot on my mind.

In the post below this where I said Adam's house, I totally meant Ryan's. Freudian slip or what? LOL

Friday night....Just one of those weekends when nothing seemed to go right.

I went Christmas shopping with Ryan. Who do I see? Adam. We weren't even at the mall I used to work at - we were at a mall near Ryan's house, almost completely on the other side of the suburbs.

At first Adam smiled, asked how he knew he got transferred...then he saw Ryan. Luckily, it was busy so he didn't have much time to talk but he was polite, nice and I think he missed me. He looked so hot...I wanted to go back to his office and repeat what happened last summer.

Ryan was cool about it, even after Adam suggested that I call him sometime "as friends" and even after I told Ryan that Adam was an ex-lover.

After we finished shopping, we went back to Adam's house. But when I found out his parent's would still be awake, and would want to meet me I suggested we make a stop someplace "secluded." He didn't need much more of a hint then that, and drove us to a park (well not really a park, but it was a secluded and I think that's all that mattered) along Lake Michigan. It was almost romantic, except we skipped all the romance.

I took of my jeans and (red mesh) panties, well I didn't even get them all off before he climbed over to me on the passenger seat. He pushed his jeans down just enough to free his already hard cock.

He pulled a condom out of the center console (kind of a weird place for a condom unless he was planning ahead???), I lowered the seat back, spread my legs and he went to work.

No premature problems that night. I was a little surprised.

But he didn't exactly take his time either. From the first thrust, he fucked me fast and hard. It felt so good. We found just the right angle too.

But luckily, he didn't take too long - just thirty seconds after he came another car pulled into the parking lot. He says it was an accident, but as he was jumping back into the drivers seat the condom came off and fell on to my jeans and panties. And of course it got all of them. He must have had a fairly decent sized orgasm because it left a stain all over one of the legs of my jeans. I was a little angry, but I think it was an accident, he was no longer hard so the condom wasn't really on all the way and I basically pushed him off of me when I saw the headlights.

Luckily, the car left as soon as they saw us. Maybe just another couple looking for someplace "secluded." But it was enough to put a dent into our night. Instead of me going home with him, he took me home. I wasn't about to risk meeting his parents with his cum all over my jeans.

I wouldn't say I'm bored but I really don't have much to write about tonight, and saw this at Dilemmas of a Virgin Slut

If you feel the same, then:
-Copy this entire list into your blog/journal
-Bold everything that is true about you.
-Leave alone anything that is false about you.
-Place an asterisk by anything that you would like to be true about you.

I have had sex while wearing a blindfold.
I have blindfolded someone during sex.
I have had sex while watching porn.
I have had sex while surfing porn on the internet.
I sleep better after sex.
There are some nights when I can’t sleep without sex or masturbating.
The bed is Not my favourite place to have sex.
I get turned on knowing someone is watching me masturbate.
I have masturbated for someone over a webcam.
I have had sex over a webcam.
I will have sex with someone I just met if he/she turns me on.
I have been tied up during sex.
I have had sex with someone who was tied up.
I have dripped hot wax on a lover’s body.
I have had a lover drip hot wax on my body.
I have a foot fetish.
I have a leather fetish.
I have a tickle fetish.
I like being choked during sex.
I have had sex in a burning building.
I have erotic art on display somewhere in my residence.
I enjoy nudie magazines.
Erotic toys are a regular part of my budget.*
I think PlayBoy is tame, maybe even boring.
I have clicked on porn links in my email.
I know the difference between girl/girl and lesbian sex in porn.
I have watched more than one gay/lesbian porn film.
Much of what I know about sex comes from porn.
Interracial sex turns me on.
I think we should do more to understand the cultures of sex.
I would participate in sex research if given the opportunity.
My current lover does not meet my sexual needs.
I currently have a crush on someone of the same sex.
I have had sex at my place of employment.
I am often disappointed in my sexual relationships.
Some people might describe me as a nymphomaniac.
I am difficult to live with if I’m not having sex on a regular basis.
I sleep better with someone curled up next to me.
I have had sex underwater.
I have had sex in the snow.
I have had sex outdoors.
I have had sex in a public place or where I might have been discovered.
I have had sex in a bathroom stall.
I have had sex in a car.
I am in a polyamorous relationship.
I have to have music playing during sex.
I have had more than 10 orgasms in one night.*
I have flashed strangers.
I have given sex as a gift.
I have set-up a three-way for my lover.
I stopped during this list to have sex.*
All day I dream about sex.

If you want to post this on your blog, leave your url in the comment box, so I can check you out ;)

We'll we did it. This afternoon we were wasting time at his apartment after our finals were done. I wasn't even planning on it happening, it just did. We were on his bed making out again. My shirt and bra came off pretty quickly. And for a while it seemed like that was all that was going to come off. But at some point he climbed on top of me. I felt his hard cock against me. As we kissed he started to push it against me, I knew we were going to have sex.

I undid my belt, and opened up my jeans. I asked him if he had condoms, without hesitation he jumped out of bed and grabbed the box out of his dresser. I got out of my jeans and panties almost as quick as I could and suddenly I was nervous. I even started to feel warm in a bad way. And it didn't help that he started at me as he got undressed.

For about thirty seconds, I wasn't sure if I was ready. I did think of Jill's Dad but only until Ryan got back on to the bed. He laid between my legs, spreading them as he got closer to me.

I looked down at him, his cock inches away from me. I was more than ready for him.

We kissed and I felt his cock touch my lips. He pushed into me. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply. I couldn't believe I had waited so long.

And he just went to work, fucking me. It was a little sloppy. I started to wonder how someone so good looking could be so bad in bed.

Then it got worse. Less than thirty seconds after he started, he came. I didn't even feel him cum. I just felt his cock grow soft.

He apologized, and I told him it was okay as I rubbed his back.

And I started to wonder, if I could date someone that wasn't good in bed - but I didn't have anything to worry about.

But we weren't done. After he took a quick bathroom break, he rejoined me on the bed. Kissing me and he replaced his fingers where his cock had been. Finger fucking me until he was hard enough to put another condom on.

This time was different. The first time, he was nervous and hesitant. It was more natural this time.

He took his time now, slowly fucking me. Letting me enjoy every thrust. Making me breath hard as he filled me. Making me moan when he picked up the pace.

And then for thirty seconds, he fucked me hard. Banging me. Pounding me. Making me moan his name.

Then he came. Deep inside of me, I felt him. This time he left me breathing hard, even sweating.

I can't wait to see him again Friday night.



I'm pretty glad we did it today. We're going to see each other while we're back home for Christmas break but he's about forty-five minutes away from where I live. And we both live with our parents so who knows when we would've been able to do it. However, it does sound like his parents would be cool with me sleeping over. We'll find out Friday night.

And I'm really glad our first time was sober. I think it made it better, maybe even special.

(For those that are curious - purple satin panties, black bra. Sorry, it didn't really fit in anywhere.)

Last night, didn't start off so well. I went out to a bar with Ryan and some of my friends. He was getting along great with them. All of us were having fun. Then, one of the guys I fooled around with my freshman year came out of nowhere and started hitting on me. Right in front of Ryan. Luckily, Ryan isn't the jealous type and he let me take care of it myself. At first the guy just wanted to buy me a drink. I was already feeling pretty drunk so I told him I didn't need anything and he left me alone for a while.

I thought I had survived the storm until a half hour later when I was walking back from the bathroom. The guy was on the dance floor and tried to get me to dance with him. I tried to laugh it off, but he followed me back to where Ryan and my friends were. That's when he finally figured out I was with Ryan. He did apologize to us, then whispered into my ear. "Why don't you get rid of this guy. Let's go back to my place and fuck again. I want to fuck your ass so bad."

I told him I was dating Ryan and maybe some other time. I really didn't mean to word it like that but I was a little drunk and wasn't too careful with my words. He asked if my number was the same, and without thinking I said yes. He grabbed my ass, when he hugged me goodbye. Luckily, Ryan didn't see it.

And I thought Ryan was going to be mad, but he was super understand. He had a few questions but he wasn't jealous. But he did want to leave and so did I. I wasn't sure I could deal with another encounter with the ex.

Ryan suggested we go to another bar, but I suggested we go back to his apartment. My suggestion won.

When we got back to his apartment, we went straight for his bedroom. I went directly for his bed. He was hesitant to join me on the bed, I had to pull him on top of me.

And for a while we stayed in that position just making out. It was sloppy kissing, we were both a little to drunk but it didn't matter. And for a while I kept my clothes on, he felt me up a few times but I was the one that had to take my sweater off. I started to wonder if he would've ever taken it off if I didn't. But once it was off, he didn't wait for me to take my bra off. He pulled my boobs out of my bra and started to play with them, caressing them and squeezing them.

That's when we heard his roommate get home. Not really a big deal until twenty minutes later we started hearing a banging sound. It didn't take us long to figure out what it was as soon as we heard some girl moaning. The sound was coming from his bed. And for a few minutes we just listened.

My hands may have found the buttons on his jeans, then the zipper then I found his hard cock. I wrapped my hand around and started to rub my hand up and down it. There wasn't going to be any "blue balls" tonight.

I jerked his cock as the moaning started to get louder. The banging started to get louder. I sarcastically thought to myself - that maybe I'd gone home with the wrong roommate.

He took of my jeans with very little resistance from me. But I kept my panties on.

Instead, we rolled over so I was on top. I took his jeans and boxers all the way off.

I did my trademark kissing - starting on his lips and slowly working my way down. I stopped with I felt his cock against my tit. And I rubbed my tits against his cock. I pushed my tits together with his rock hard cock between them.

Then I continued my journey down with my lips.

He carefully trims his pubic hair. The fuzz felt hard against my lips.

And it may sound weird, but his cock smelled so good.

I softly started to kiss it.

That's when the banging next door suddenly stopped. I looked up at him and smiled. Our fun was just beginning.

I started to lick his cock. First the head, then around the head then up and down his shaft.

I lowered my lips on to the head. I felt his hard cock penetrate my soft, wet lips. I looked up at him again as I slid my lips partially down his cock. He smiled this time.

I took my time going up and down on his cock. Slowly sliding my lips down it, until it couldn't go any further, then pulling my lips away.

And I took my time. Wanting him to enjoy it as much as he could.

It ended up being a pretty long blowjob. I didn't time it, in fact I would've kept going for a lot longer. It didn't even bother me when my mouth started getting sore.

And he rewarded me with a mouthful of his hot cum.

Ryan and his roommates had a little get together. Not really a party because it was just a few of his friends but a lot of alcohol. It was a lot of fun because a few of my friends were there too. It's weird that we have more than a few friends in common but didn't really meet each other until we were several hours away in Chicago and meet in the middle of a crowded bar.

But anyways, I was drunk but not too drunk. But way too horny. At some point most of the group went to the bars. We stayed behind. For a while we just made out. But I wanted more.

With as few words as I could, I led him to his bedroom. And for a while we just made out some more. His lips were perfect on mine. Each kiss was filled with passion.

Then he rolled on top of me. He was already hard and I felt his erection against me. Even through my jeans and his I could feel it pushing against me. We continued to kiss. Our lips refusing to separate. I didn't even do it on purpose but I started to grind my body against his hard on. Very slowly but very noticeable to both of us.

He started to pull my shirt up. For half a second, I tried to stop him - then I took over and pulled it off of me. I was a little nervous - the lights were off but it was bright enough for him to get a good look at my body. My stomach isn't as flat as I'd like it to be right now. The holidays haven't been good to me and it doesn't help that I haven't worked out for a while - but it didn't bother him. And when I tried to cover my stomach with my arms - he pulled them out of the way.

But for the most part his attention was on my tits. He was gentle at times and just rough enough at other times. He used his lips, his tongue and even his teeth.

I so wanted his cock. But I started to drift off - thinking about Jill's Dad as Ryan kissed my lips. I was thinking about calling him.

Ryan started to undo my belt. But I stopped him. I told him I still wasn't ready to go all the way. I felt like such a high school girl, a tease. I thought I was ready but I wasn't. We continued to make out but the steam was gone.

This morning, he told me I gave him the worse case of blue ball ever. I don't think I've given a guy blue balls in a long long time.

I want to sleep with him tonight. I want to him inside of me. At this point - it may happen or it may not.

Last night, I got home from Ryan's (I almost called him Adam how weird is that) apartment around midnight. I went over there so we could spend time together while we were studying. And for the first couple of hours we mostly studied, which was nice because a lot of times I'll have a study date with a guy and we won't get any studying done. But last night, I actually didn't want to get any studying done. I wanted him to make a move on me. I at least wanted to make out but he was concentrating on his books and for a while I concentrated on mine.

Until I couldn't take it anymore. I was laying on his bed, he was sitting on his computer chair. I caught him looking at me. I smiled and grabbed his hand. I pulled him to the bed. He didn't resist too much.

I tried to pull him on top of me (without being too obvious) but he laid next to me instead. But it was still close enough to smell his cologne. And close enough to kiss me.

Nothing happened. I didn't make a move. He didn't make it either. Around midnight I decided to go home - not because I was mad at him or anything - it was very much the opposite - I floated on air back to my apartment. But when we sleep together neither of us get much sleep. Which is amazing because we still haven't done anything yet.

And maybe I was a little horny, but not out of control...until I got home. I was pretty tired and I was planning on just going to sleep. It didn't exactly work like that. My hands had a different idea. I laid down in my bed and my hands suck under the wasit band of my shorts.

I don't really masturbate that often. But I couldn't stop myself. At first I just played with my lips. Running my fingers between them. Then slowly I entered myself. I felt so warm. So wet. My other hand found my clit.

At first I was thinking about Ryan. Imagining what it would be like to be with him. But when I really started getting into it, I imagined Jill's Dad fucking me again. Fucking me hard. Making my entire body shake with every thrust. It wasn't long before Jill's Dad was helping me to another orgasm.

But as I was laying their afterwards. I still couldn't sleep. All I could do was think. I decided that it really wouldn't be such a bad thing if I slept with Ryan. Even if I'm not sure if I really like him - I like him a lot more than other guys I've slept with. I'm still not going to rush into it. If it happens, then it'll happen.

Well, I've been tagged by SCM at Semi Celibate Erotica to write "six weird things about you." I'm going to follow his lead and do six weird things about me, as well as six weird sexual things about me. I hope I didn't mess this up too much.

Here's the rules are:

1. Each player of this game starts with the “6 weird things about you”.

2. People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 6 weird things as well as state this rule clearly.

3. At the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. Don’t forget to leave a comment that says “you are tagged” in their comments and tell them to read your blog.

And now Six Weird Things About Me....

1. I like the COPS show a lot - I even have my tivo setup to record COPS all the time. When I was little I wanted to be a cop. Now, that I'm pretty much an adult I'm surprised I don't have a cop fetish (yet).

2. I love politics - I'm always reading the newspapers/watching the news channels even CSPAN. At times I think about getting into politics, not as a politician but as a campagin manager or something like that. I'm the only one I know my age like that.

3. For the most part I don't like music that's on the radio. I love independent music like punk, emo, and even some "alternative" hip hop.

4. I'm a very picky eater. I don't know why but I always order everything plain like hamburgers etc. I didn't start liking cheese until I was 16 and McDonald's always was messing up my order. I'm not as picky as I used to be but I'm still pretty bad.

5. I'm the worse swimmer ever. I love the water but I'm a really bad swimmer. One time at summer camp, I was supposed to take lessons but I was afraid to be seen in a swimsuit (this was when I was really sensitive about my body) and there was a really cute lifegaurd/swim instructor.

6. I'm somewhat of a computer nerd. Not only do I spend way too much time on the computer and online but I can fix the computer too. I spent part of my senior in high school as an intern in a corpation's tech support department. My friends and even people I barely know are always asking me to come over to fix their computer/laptop.

Six Weird Sexual Things About Me....
1. I love hot wax. I love the way it feels dripping/pouring on my hot skin. I guess that's not too weird, but since I'm not really into any sadomashosim it might count. However, I do like a little pain sometimes so maybe that's something I should look more into. LOL

2. I have a panty fetish - not really your tradational panty fetish but I love wearing sexy panties and lingerie. I think it turns me on. I love when a guy rubs his hard cock against my panty covered pussy.

3. I definetly have a cum fetish. I used to hate the taste of cum, but now I kind of like it. I got my first facial this year, and I'm looking forward to trying it again. I love the feel of cum on my skin.

4. I like watching porn videos. Some of them are pretty intersting. I remember being with a group of my friends, guys and girls - we were pretty young at the time and someone put a porno video into the vcr. All the girls were like ewww, gross but I was pretty intrigued. I 've never gone and rented/bought any but when I've watched them with lovers it's kind of a turn on but it's more intersting to watch people having sex.

5. I don't know if this counts, but I'm often more aggressive then my male lovers. I've been with more than a few guys where I want to have sex more often then they do. It actually caused one guy to break up with me.

6. I love having sex outside. Doesn't have to be in public but it's a lot more fun if it is. Doesn't have to be with people around but some of my favorite places are in parking lots/garages, parks and other places we're not "supposed" to have sex.



And now I think I'm going to break the rules. I don't really have many blogger friends that I feel close enough to where they wouldn't mind if I tagged them.

Sorry, I haven't been around. I've been pretty busy with Ryan. Ok, not that kind of busy...yet.

We've been spending a lot of time together. A couple of times, things came close to happening but so far nothing X-Rated or even R-Rated has happened.

Friday night, I went over to his house and we watched a movie. We actually watched the movie instead of doing other naughty things but when the movie was over we didn't get off of his couch. We had been laying side by side on the couch and when the movie was over I turned around. His face was right there, and we just kissed. It was our first kiss, nothing planned and it felt natural. And it continued with light soft kisses for a while. But things got a little intense. Our kisses became stronger, more passionate and the room started to feel warm, but then I started to think about Jill's Dad. I don't know what's wrong with me, I can't stop thinking about him.

I tried to keep kissing Ryan but it stopped feeling good. I had to leave, I was planning on sleeping over but I told him I had to leave before something happened that I wasn't ready for.

I wasn't sure how he was going to react, but Saturday night he called and invited me to go out drinking with his friends. I had a ton of fun, drank a lot but not too much. And I did go home with him. When we laid down on his bed, the first thing I told him was that nothing was going to happen. He seemed to understand. We made out for the next two hours but didn't try anything.

At one point, he took a bathroom break. When he got out of bed, I noticed he had a huge erection in his pants that he couldn't hide. It did turn me on a lot, I wanted to feel that hard on inside of me, I even debated giving him a blowjob. But I didn't. I don't know why I'm on this "waiting" kick. Half of me doesn't want to ruin what I have going with him. Half of me things I'm crazy for waiting. Sex couldn't hurt. But I think I am going to wait. It's not like me at all, but I just have this feeling - it'll be better in the long run.

Plus, I'm still thinking about Jill's Dad.