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[MFF] Strawberry unicorn

Being apart so long is really hard. Fucking pandemic.

I can’t be with him right now. So I found a woman to touch him and make him cum for me.

Tess is the perfect person. I guess I should call her a unicorn, except I am too inexperienced in these things to just casually toss that term around.

But I’m not so inexperienced that I am unable to send him to a hotel room with a woman who is not me, and join them from 2000 miles away on a screen, and instruct her in exactly how to run her hands all over his body.

Yes, I wanted to make him cum. But I also really wanted him to feel touch. This is a time when we are starving for human interaction, and in withdrawal for lack of touch.

So a few weeks later, when Tess was standing in front of the screen in the hotel room and pulling her shirt off to press her beautiful boobs into his bare chest as a start to the whole encounter, it seemed like the most impossibly perfect pleasure and release, given the circumstances. Read more »

Fucked me while doing the crossword [MF]

The man who fucks me likes to do the crossword. Both his brain and his cock are extremely appealing.

Quarantines and isolation and general madness have kept me from that cock for way too long now. I can reach out and connect, but only virtually. My pleasure is reliant on video and memory.

One memory stands out: the night he fucked me from behind, slow and hard, after what started out as doing the crossword together.

We’d decided to go to bed and he offered we do the puzzle. It wasn’t even a hard day–anything other than Saturday he’s sure to get on his own, and pretty quickly–but it’s fun to do together. He offered the phone to me to hold the puzzle and instructed me to lie on the bed, face down, and he would massage my back while we both considered the puzzle.

Well, yes sir. I undressed and laid down, and he undressed and sat straddled over my ass, slowly pressing his hands into my shoulders and reading the phone I held in my hands in front of us. I don’t recall how many answers we even got. His slow rubbing up and down my back was so pleasurable…but then the full skin contact between us quickly became distracting. Read more »

Rode him like a cowgirl [MF]

I wrapped his belt around his cock and used it to move him while I rode.

Normally I like to write with more detail–the buildup, the smells and sounds, the mood. It’s reflective of how I like sex.

Sometimes I like things blunt and hard. No rose petals or overtures, just grabbing and thrusting. It’s need and want, ownership and submission.

So the other night had started with a lot of other stuff, but I don’t care to dig into that right now. I’m bringing you in 2/3 into the story, where he is spread eagle on the bed, strapped down by wrists and ankles, his cock the only thing rising from the mattress like my personal delicious joystick.

His thick leather belt was within hand’s reach, so I dragged it across his chest, down his abdomen, letting it brush his cock and the weight of the end of it rest of his balls.

He shuddered from this, the change in sensation from my hands and mouth to this rougher, heavier thing.

Good, I like the shuddering. I wanted more. The belt had curled a bit around the base of his cock, and it seemed like a nice idea. Read more »

[MF] Slow Living Room Blowjob

I’m addicted to the slow living room blowjob. Kneeling in front of him and running my tongue over his cock while he lounges on the sofa and sips his wine, telling me whatever the fuck is on his mind–doing nothing other than this–God it’s satisfying.

I’m sure some of my addiction is from the sheer physical thrill. I can taste him, and at times there’s nothing else to think about other than the unique salty spice of his cock.

But I know some of it is what he says, too. It’s work stuff, it’s life stuff, it’s kinky shit we’ve wanted to talk about but find it difficult to approach in between home repair and grocery lists.

On my knees between his legs like this, just the two of us in the room, we are in the bubble of Just Us, and it’s fucking perfect. He works up a buzz on that wine while I drag my lips up and down his shaft. Sometimes I stop for a moment to ask him a question, to answer one of his. Sometimes I shift positions so I can get more access to his balls. I like to try to make him moan while he’s talking to me. Read more »

Smacks my face with his cock [MF]

The sound is almost better than the sensation.

He pulls his cock out of my mouth and hits me across the face with it. Sometimes he just uses muscle power to do it, with a slight twist of his torso to really land it.

Sometimes he uses a hand to power a harder hit.

It happens when he is displeased. It happens when he wants to change up what I suppose might be too demure of a blowjob. It happens when he wants to surprise me.

It’s such a satisfying smack. Sometimes I mouth off just to see if it’ll elicit this. He’ll whip his cock across my face, then rest it against my cheek and ask if I intend to continue being a brat.

Which is fine, because yes I do. My current agenda is to find all the locations at his place where I can get his cock inside me. No part of that plan involves being polite.

The attic was particularly fun. The patio is next on my list. I am an organized and ambitious woman.

[M]y [F]antasy this morning

There was this time recently when he strapped me face down to the bed and then came in my ass.

There was another time where he wove a harness around my naked torso with rope, and used it for leverage as he pulled me into different positions to fuck me.

This morning, when he is thousands of miles and many time zones away, I am obedient and only fantasizing about him. I choose the strapped-down ass-fucking time.

I came back from a run, satisfied in the partial sense that one can be from good exercise. He startled me from checking my phone by suddenly putting a hand to my throat and pushing me against the wall.

His quiet instructions were to put the damn phone down and remove my clothes on the way to the bed.

I am usually excited and intrigued when he gets commanding like this.

Sometimes I’m angry and I fight back, or sometimes the amount of control he exudes just triggers an inexplicable fight response in me.

[MF] Ho ho ho

The attraction of this man is strong. It pierces through life’s fuckery and lights me on fire. Even in the shittiest of circumstances, I see him or smell him or brush against him and I’m reduced to a semi-feral teenage sex drive operating within this normal-looking adult parent body.

I can’t get him out of the airport parking garage without leaning over the center console and tasting his cock, then licking and sucking him dry of his cum. I bring him home for the holidays and we stay with family, and even though I drive him from the airport with his cum still working down my throat, I need him so desperately that later that evening I push him down onto the spare bed at my brother’s house and ride him, working his cock up into my ass and grinding until he cums again. Sleep only interrupts the wanting, and I wake needing him so I slide down in the bed until I’m facing his cock as he sleeps on his side, and I wrap my lips around him and stroke his balls as I lay on my back, also stroking my clit until I’m soaked and then I cum, moaning as quietly as I can with him in my mouth. An orgasm only serves to fuel my fire, and I shove him flat on the bed and devour his cock once more until I taste his cum again. Read more »

Overwriting that long blowjob [MF]

I have this competitive streak, so when I heard about the longest blowjob he’d ever received, well…I wasn’t going to stand for that.

Literally, of course, and yes I think you saw all of this word play coming.

Oh wait, first I meant to finish up that last time I wrote about needing him, because I wanted to at least allude to how he slipped into my house that night, into my bed, and fucked my throat. First I half-woke and sleepily teased his cock with my tongue, but he had other priorities. He turned to his side and flipped his left leg over, pinning my head between his knees while he laid on his hip, braced the back of my head with his hand, and fucked my throat until he came.

It took me by surprise, and he was so far down my throat that I didn’t even taste him. My best indication of him coming was the gasps he gave and my sudden inability to breathe.

Anyway it was a nice midnight interlude.

Variations on a Theme, or some of the places I’ve enjoyed the taste of him [MF]

Twice in those parking lots by the office. Once down that side street by his place. At least twice while he was actively driving, but I suspect it’s been more.

To me, it’s “head” or generally sucking if it’s not to completion. “Blow job” implies orgasm and cum, though I dislike the implication of obligation that “job” lends.

Once from the ground by the sofa while he dozed (all the other sofa instances have been fully conscious). Twice in that tiny twin bed at his friend’s house. Twice, quickly, behind closed doors while family parties ensued on the other side.

Sometimes he makes wry comments about how much I like to suck cock. No sir, I take issue. All the admiration to you men and women who generally love the thought of any cock in your mouth–damn, the world is your…well, oyster doesn’t seem quite right here, but you know what I mean.

That’s not me. I don’t long for any cock in my mouth, at least not right now. I want his, and I want it to completion, and it’s making me think of some of the places where this has happened. Read more »

[MF] Need, Want

I hate that I cannot be there.

While driving this morning, as usual the hum of the road and the tightness of my jeans made me ache for you. I used to just want sex, but now I specifically want you, inside me.

I am wild for you. This morning I couldn’t stop thinking of that day when you made me cum 7 times. It was almost comical, that many times. It’s not like I’m 21. Specifically I thought of when you were behind me, thrusting into me so hard that I couldn’t stay up on my knees. So you ripped the nearest pillowcase off its pillow and pulled it tight across the front of my hips, holding on to each side and using it to pull me back onto you, tight and close and deep within me.

I want you anyway, but it’s with a real desperation when there are these ripples of conflict that create any distance. I should be ashamed of this amount of vulnerability, but I can’t even fight the basic desire. I don’t try. I want to crawl to you on my hands and knees and worship your cock until I am certain there is no thought of anyone else in your mind, no glimmer of stress in your life, and only the comfort of pleasure washing over you. Read more »