Anal Amy

Now for the somewhat juicy details that I have a feeling everyone cums here for...LOL

Things didn't start off so juicy last week. Even after commiting to a psuedo relationship last week - things turned awkward. We made excuses to avoid each other. We were busy with school work, or it was his part-time job and he was tired. I was a little bit nervous about seeing him again, and I think so was he.

But Thursday, he came over to my apartment between classes. I swear the only thing I planned was to eat lunch with him...but after eating we were sitting on the couch watching televison. Thing were weird, we weren't saying much. I was at a loss for words - which trust me doesn't happen much. But I don't know, maybe it was because I was tired of waiting for him to make the move, I didn't want to seem as too over agressive but I started kissing him. We made out for a few mintues, but I wanted more. He wanted more.

He climbed on top of me, pushing me down on the couch. We struggled with my pants until they finally came off. He undid his jeans, then I pushed them down with his boxers, just enough so that his cock was free. He pratically tore my panties (red cotton boyshorts) off. My body was already rocking before his cock penetrated me - but once he was in me - we both lost control.

It wasn't great sex, but it felt good. It was a little sloppy and a lot rough. The couch didn't feel that great in my back but it didn't bother me. He pushed hard into me. I held on to him tightly. He pulled my shirt up, pulled my breasts free. He attacked him with his hands than my lips. We both started to sweat, breathing hard, as he fucked me.

Then he came, with one last deep thrust into me. I pulled him deep into me. We both kind of giggled - maybe it was because we had been so akward a few minutes before. I don't know why exactly. We held each other for a few minutes, until we looked at the clock. We had to rush to get dressed and ready for class...but I really didn't care if I had been late.

We had sex again Saturday night. Well, actually I think we did. We were both completly wasted and woke up naked in my bed. I'm pretty sure that means we had sex. LOL

So overall things have changed for the better. I don't think things are awkward anymore, at least we talk more. We still haven't seen each other as much as I would've liked. But this time it really is his work, or our school stuff. I don't know - I'd like to be having a lot more sex - but I'm pretty happy.

So, I'm not sure where to begin...I guess I'd like to thank Jefferson of Fleshbot for being awesome and listing my blog in last Friday's Sex Blog Round Up. Jefferson simply rocks.

Just a quick update - things were a little awkward the past couple of days, but there may be more adventures with him in the near future. I wouldn't say we're dating but we talked for a while tonight and we're going to see what happens.

For the past few weeks, I've been looking but seem to be finding all the wrong guys. I've found some jerks, some guys that have put me to sleep, guys that make it easy to find reasons to stop calling them.

I've had a few chances to go home with guys, but I didn't and that kind of surprised me. I've been so horny, there's been nights when I've been trying to do homework when I can't concentrate. And I just haven't been in a mood to masturbate. Self-satisfaction can be fun, but there's times when I need someone else to satisfy me.

But, I'm kind of surprised who I went home with last night. Blake and I have been friends since the very begining of our Freshman year. We sat next to each other in some classes and he became a guy that would listen to my problems etc. He's cute, sweet but I never found myself sexually attracted to him. Part of that was probably the girlfriend he was always talking about.

I used to always seem him out at the bars. He was great because he always seemed to know when I needed to be saved or someone to talk to. But he also knew when to leave when I found someone intersting. And more than a few times, I did go with him or he went home with me. But it was always very innocent. He was a great cuddle buddy. He always held me tight, made me feel warm and secure.

We've always flirted, but things have been a little different the past couple of weeks. He's broken up with his girlfriend and the flirting was a little more sexual, a little more naughty but still very much on the friend level.

Last night, we went to a bar with a bunch of my friends and his. But somehow we pretty much ended up alone in the crowd. We were flirting a little more than usual. I'll blame the alcohol - but neither of us were drunk. I was horny and I think he was to.

It was a little too crowded, we couldn't even get to the bar so he suggested we go to another bar. I told him I was a little too tired. He made the joke, that maybe we should go back to my apartment. (That wasn't his exact words and I wish I could remember what they were because they were actually pretty witty but with a sexual tone.)

We walked back to my apartment, gosiping about something, complaining about the crowd but it had a different feel then any of other walks home from the bars.

I was actually a little nervous, things were a little awkard when we entered my apartment. We stopped talking, we walked through the apartment and to my bedroom - but he stopped at my doorway. He stood there until, I whipspered for him to join me on the bed.

I think he was nervous too, we sat on the edge of my bed not saying anything for a minute, then we kissed. And that's when things got hot. I was filled with lust, passion and emotion instantly. We laid down on my bed without letting go of each other. Our mouths were locked, our hands gently exploring each other while our legs wrapped together.

We just made out for an hour at least. I was sweating. I loved his smell. His hands didn't even touch me anywhere forbidden, it was almost like he was afriad of crossing that line. But I wanted him to cross that line and then some so, I was really relived when he said "I want you." I was kind of worried he wasn't going to make a move. Normally, I would've made a move but this wasn't a normal fling.

In silence, we started to take off our clothes. I felt a little cold when I was completly naked and I felt like he was staring at me even in the dark. But he knew exactly how to warm me up. He kissed me. Starting at my shoulders, working all across my body. When he reached one of my nipples, I couldn't take it as he sucked on it. I moaned just a little. But he said, he was going to make me moan a lot more. He kissed my stomach, he kissed my thighs, he licked between my legs. His ex-girlfriend must have taught him well. He went down on me, like a guy much older than him. His tongue and soft lips had me orgasming.

I climaxed, but I wanted more. I literally pulled him on top of me. I felt his hard cock pressing against me. Then he entered me. He pushed into me and I spread my legs for him.

We both looked at each other. Even in the dark, his eyes told me that he couldn't believe he was inside of me. And we just stayed like that for a few minutes, softly kissing, with his hard cock deep in me. Then I begged him to fuck me. He was gentle the first few thrusts, then he fucked me hard, shaking my body, shaking my bed. I rolled my hips with each of his movements. We moved together. It felt amazing feeling his cock slide through my lips, filling me. I held on tightly to his back.

I moaned with each of his thrusts. He started to grunt. His thrusts became harder. Quicker. Then he slowed down, to catch his breath. We stopped for a minute to just kiss. Then his hands found mine, our fingers wrapped together and he fucked me again. His thrust grew harder, building to his orgasm. Then he moaned, his cock stopped deep inside of me, throbbing as it exploded.

He whispered something about it being amazing. I told him that I really needed that. We stayed like that for a few minutes, until he finally got off of me. I laid down in his arms, like I had done several times before. The only difference is that this time we were naked and I was still breathing hard.

The next morning, we had sex again. But it was like the magic was gone. He fucked me just as hard as the night before, but it didn't feel the same. It was just like were fucking to get off. And it even felt a little dirty, and a lot awkward when he came.

After that the awkwardness completly set in. Even after what had just happened, I felt weird being naked in front of him. He made an excuse about having to leave. And tonight, he said he was just going to stay in to do homework. Trust me that isn't like him at all.

Anyways, it's time for me to get back to some paper. However, I'm looking forward to another night soon when we can try to create that feeling again. I'm almost certain this won't be just a one night stand. I think he'd be the perfect fuck buddy, but I think emotions would get in the way.

I think I have writer's block or something. I've been trying to write about my spring break encounters for a couple nights now and I either don't get past the first sentence, or I write a few pages and it looks like shit. I don't know, I'm still going to try to write about it, since I really haven't had any other experiences worth writing about since then.

On a side note, I'll be updating my link list soon.

Anyways, ran across this video on Fleshbot today. It's of Dana DeArmond (the alt porn star) going thru her messages on myspace. It made me LOL a couple of times because I knew exactly what she was talking about (well, that and some the emails she got were just pretty funny). Now 99 percent of my comments and emails are great, there's the 1 percent that kind of makes me worry about the human species.