Author: sexismyart

In Memory of the Mid-Air Orgasm, Part I [Group]

**Part I**

It all started, as so many of my stories have, in New Orleans.

Well, okay, technically it started somewhere in our minds, in that tricky little place where the fetishes live, which personally I like to picture like an illustration from *Where the Wild Things Are*. Piercings made him hot, really hot. So what was a girl to do except indulge him? James had never had anything done, not even his ears, while jewelry already dotted my landscape — ears, nostril, and nipples all glinted with silver. (There was also a scar at my navel, but that’s another story!) There are amazing piercing experiences and then there are bad ones. All of my amazing ones occurred at Elayne Angel’s legendary shop, Rings of Desire, in New Orleans. I’m sad to say that she is no longer there. She came back for a while after Katrina but didn’t stay. Last I heard, she’d opened a B&B somewhere in Mexico. Read more »

My [F]ucking Pussy Got [M]agnificently Destroyed

I got fucked into oblivion. Wrecked. Destroyed.

Saturday night is a blur.

He asked me to go down on him as soon as he got here, passionately kissing me, hungry for me, pulling his gorgeous cock out, so of course I went down on my knees like a good little girl and sucked his cock. I started teasing him, being sensuous, but once he was fully hard, I wanted him all the way in me. His cock was deeper than he’s ever been in my throat, and it was amazing, the choking, the gagging, the slight pain, then forcing myself to relax so that he could use my mouth and throat however he wanted, feeling the lightning flash of orgasm shoot up my spine, blowing the top of my head off, and then I was on the couch, no panties, dress pulled up, and he was inside me at last, and I came, trying to hold back the flood, trying to protect my couch just a little from my gush.

I wasn’t completely successful. Read more »

My First Time [FM]

This is an old story. I’ve been having sex for 27 years now, which is longer than many of you have even been alive! Something I read here recently, though, made me remember the story of my first time.

I have always been sexual.

Seriously, I have masturbated to orgasm for as long as I can remember. I was like 4 or 5 when I start having memories of my parents telling me to stop “playing with myself.” Eventually, I figured out that this is something that I shouldn’t do around the parents. I tried to wank in bed, but I shared a bed with my sister, and she got pissed about me “shaking the bed.” There just wasn’t a lot of privacy, so I had to get creative.

I discovered my dad’s porn stash when I was, oh, 7? Hustler, Playboy, and the Longarm books, which were basically erotica written for men, with all the smuttiness and crudeness that entails.

Flash forward to 17. Read more »

The Stranger Chronicles [FM]

I saw him again. The stars aligned.

Scratch that.

Everything conspired against me. Last week was just filled with annoyances. This particular day, I’d agreed to help a friend with something. What was supposed to take an hour ended up taking 5. We’d planned on an early afternoon rendezvous, but that was accidentally shot all to hell by my friend. I negotiated a later meeting time, never an easy thing for him to do. Once I was done with helping her, I had to rush, rush, rush, bribe my husband to vacate the house (which he did, because he’s *awesome*), and drive aggressively through rush hour traffic, but I beat my lover to my place by 5 minutes.

When I let him in, I could barely contain my glee.

We went upstairs and into my bedroom, and all I remember are his big hands closing around my shoulders from behind and my knees buckling. I saw splotches of red and purple behind my eyes, and everything gets really blurry. I dimly remember him teasing me through my black silk panties, which were impossibly damp. He has this way about him, this quiet presence. And I understood something without him speaking any words — this time was going to be about me. I don’t remember him undressing me at all, or himself. I don’t remember if he went down on me. I just kind of lost time for a bit, which is one of the most powerful compliments I can ever pay to any lover. Read more »

The Foursome [Group]

Daniel called me yesterday. I’d known that he was getting married, to a very fierce and cool as fuck gal who could almost beat his ass if she ever needed to. She won’t; he’s never hit a woman, well, well, not unless she asked for it during sex. They’re coming out to the West Coast for their honeymoon, and I’ll get to see them.

How strange (but also kinda cool) when the rowdy ones rowdy on down. I’ve always known that he wanted a family, since family is so important to him that he moved back home to care for his ailing grandmother after his grandfather died. It’s nice that he’s found a girl who allows him to be who is while attracting him enough that who he is is not *quite* so promiscuous as before.

I met Daniel when I was 19. He was in the drama department with my best and oldest friend, Sally, We’ve been friends since like 7th grade. Our lives have taken radically different paths through the years, yet we’ve always kept in touch. When she was considering cheating on her husband and/or leaving him (she didn’t) I was the one she turned to for advice. Read more »

Fucking a Stranger [FM]

He found me on Fetlife. I’m almost never on FL anymore. I had an awkward ending with someone in my local scene, and I’ve been avoiding the site every since. And, yet … I was restless. Horny. And I figured, what the hell? There were a couple of mails in my inbox. One of them said, “I’m a 43 year old fairly vanilla guy. I saw your profile and was interested in you. You’re sexy looking. I’d like to find out in person if that’s true. Would you be interested in meeting to play? I’m free today…”

The email was from a couple of weeks prior. Normally, I’d swat this kind of email down with an outright dismissal … but his pictures were mighty attractive. He was covered in beautiful tattoos, and he had a long, beautiful, and uncut dick. I don’t know … I guess he caught me at the right time? I immediately wrote back, “Hey. Sorry I missed this. Fuck yes, I’m looking. Hit me up on kik.” Read more »

Sexy Party

Last night?

It was time for a sexy party. I even wore a costume. Yes, me!

Jonah got pressed into volunteer service at a Burner-run play party last night. We decided to go to play before that volunteer shift. Am I glad we did! There was an anal play workshop that was extremely educational. Although every now and then, I love anal play, it’s complicated for me. I have quite a lot of pain when I have anal play, and fear of pain makes me hesitant and nervous about anal play unless I’m so utterly turned on that I’m the one craving it. With Jonah, that’s never been as issue, but I find that so few men really understand anal play. So, yay for sex education! Read more »

The Lactation Diaries [F] [FM]

I’d always found lactation sexy. What the female body can do is really amazing! I have quite a collection of lactation porn, and when my boyfriend let me know that he wanted to try it, I really committed. (Read that story here: [https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9c0hnv/fluid_fm/](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9c0hnv/fluid_fm/)). I thought it might be fun to collect a few of my stories from that time and post them here. I’ve been dreaming of doing it again, of starting the time-intensive process of getting my body to produce milk, of sharing it with my lovers. I love everything about it except the amount of time that it takes. Hopefully some of you will enjoy it, and for those of you who want to experience it for yourselves, I hope that happens one day. It really is amazing …

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Surprise!

I’ve gone down the rabbit-hole this week. The more I think about lactating, the hotter I find it. I’ve been reading and researching, and it’s not for the faint of heart. Some women who do it are on a really consistent schedule. I don’t know if I can commit to waking up every two hours at night to pump. Read more »

Fluid [FM]

(from a blog I wrote a few years ago)

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“I think I might have to fuck you when you get over here.”

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Reading a text like that from someone I passionately love? It knocked the air out of my lungs. My heart skipped a beat. I got a lump in my throat. I felt my pussy swell … and swell … and swell. I was throbbing with desire, just like that.

“Oh,” I thought with a smile. “It’s going to be one of *those* days.”

Nothing could have prepared me for what was to come.

This is going to be quite an epic. Don’t feel that you have to read it. I just have to have some place to put this. A place to come back to and remember this day. The feelings. The love. The sex. The newness of where I am with Jonah. The sense of endless possibilities. So, read at your own discretion. Read more »