mistletoe

she walked out of the building and he was there, smiling and holding the door, just like he always was. she stepped into the sun and turned to talk with him as she often did when she had a minute. “merry christmas” she told him gravely without taking her gaze from his eyes.

“merry christmas” he said, equally gravely and with a similar dedication of gaze. “how was work today?”

“just lovely, it’s always a treat to work on christmas” he laughed at her a little then and she laughed with him “yeah, i guess that is a little weird, but they’re always so grateful that it’s like getting presents from them just for showing up… it just makes them so happy.”

“who am i to talk right?” he laughed along with her.

they did this often, discussing food and the people walking by and the trivia of the day and of her life. they didn’t seem to care much what it was that they were discussing, they just enjoyed creating sparks in the eyes of the other.

she thought sometimes about the things she wanted to do to him. about tracing the blade of his nose with a finger and then following it’s crest to the corner of his lips, tracing them with that same finger and then down his throat to his collarbone.

she thought of the way he might sound if he shivered then. and about the noise he would make when her tongue touched the hollow of his throat for the first time. she felt in her mind the tremors he would make as she nibbled at the nape of his neck.

she wondered if he did this same thing to her. if his eyes followed her ass when she walked away and ached to grasp it with his palms. whether or not he treasured the days she wore more revealing shirts, aching just from a glimpse of her cleavage or even her collarbone.

he might imagine his tongue tracing the contours of her back and following her spine to it’s base. finding the place she had always meant to place a tattoo and leaving sense memories there instead. possibly even how her back would feel as it undulated under his hands.

sometimes, late at night she really let her imagination soar and in it she called his name and he answered above her as their eyes locked and their slick bodies moved as one and there was reverence in their gazes.

she imagined how his face would look when he was old and tried not to notice how impossibly young he was. he made her laugh and he made her smile when he wasn’t even there. he paid attention to the things she said and made reference to them later. she was just so tired of wanting the ones she couldn’t have and so she tried not to hear when he casually worked a question about her dating status into the conversation.

she ignored it when he made comments that she would one day have considered flirting with purpose. she knew better now because she had been wrong on so many previous occasions. she just enjoyed his company for what it was, a nice young man flirting with the mature lady at work.

so the occasional conversations about chocolate were keeping her awake at nights, she wasn’t going after a man so much younger than she was and she was sure when his fancy turned and he started flirting with someone else that she would be glad she hadn’t allowed herself to grow infatuated with him.

“are you doing anything special tonight?” he asked her as she made noises about leaving.

“only dinner with relatives and then probably home to watch a dvd” …’and do naughty things to you in my imagination’ she added silently to herself.

“me too” he said and stepped down to the step she was on.

“well” she sighed “i’d better go, i still have some last minute wrapping to do”

“take care of yourself, and blessing of the universe to you this christmas”

she smiled, “and you as well” and he touched her arms and leaned in to bestow the traditional kiss on each cheek. she caught her breath as his scent wafted through her nostrils, he smelled spicy and clean without perfume other than his own and she felt her eyes flutter closed for a second.

she caught her breath again and forced herself to sway back from him a little.

he smiled suddenly and dropped his head to within an inch of hers, watching her eyes the whole way, satisfied by what he saw there he traced his hands to the nape of her neck and held her head gently as his lips dropped to hers.

she rose on tiptoe and placed her hands on his shoulders and they stood like that, lips just touching, for an endless moment before they began to kiss each other gently, lips touching and parting and touching again.

“oh” she said as she caught her breath “oh my”

“oh yes” he said before catching her lips with his own once more. this she could never have imagined.

private dress

so i’m curious about this ongoing pussy hair debate.

i know that in the old days women left their bushes alone or maybe trimmed them a little [one wonders what they did in the really old days when they wore bloomers instead of knickers and people peed in the streets.]

i know that old seventies porn is filled with women whose pussies ain’t never seen a trimming device and i know that in modern porn there’s nary a bush to be seen. and i’m pretty sure the rise of the porn industry has given rise to the brazilian in popular culture…

i know that in sex blogger land most of the vaginas that i see are shaved or waxed or trimmed so short as to be shaved anyway.

i know that in sex blogger story land most of the bushes are bare.

but what’s it really like?

and?

what’s going on with the cocks?

i’ve seen a much more random sampling of the penis hair in picture blog land. i’ve seen naked ones and trimmed ones and ones with hair so long you can braid it.

heck the few penis pics that i’ve received alone were all over the place.

but what do the people who aren’t taking pics of their pink bits do?

i’m actually curious enough to start a little poll about genitalia… that i can’t get the code to take in wordpress so… here’s the questions but click the link below to answer. comments and pics welcome too (i’ll post any pics i get that i get permission with, otherwise i’ll just keep them for my greedy little self) [and if you know how to get farking wordpress to post the farking poll? please tell me]

how do you dress your privates?
i leave them the way nature intended
full brazilian baby
trim trim trim
it’s just me, my razor and my bathtub…
shave the bikini, trim the hairy
shave the bikini
jewellry, tattoos…
color it to match the drapes
this poll sucks
  
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find my poll here: Take my poll!

light

they laughed together that day, laughed and chattered and basked in the glow of their shared fascination and the meltingly hot sunshine.

he was taking her on a tour of his favourite place; a little island across from the waterfront that was kept unspoiled by the inhabitants and the rules of this place.

she exclaimed over the ferry ride and the quaint homes on the way to a small cafe where he treated her to drinks and lush desserts.

they ate shamelessly from each other’s dishes of course, feeding each other and watching greedily as they licked off their own fingers.

they held hands as they wandered along the boardwalk and then ducked through a small path to the interior of the island. this was more manicured, the wildness reserved for small clumps and the edges of the island.

he walked her all over and then brought her to a particular clump of trees. “the office” he said grandly and swept an arm to a particularly inhospitable looking tangle.

she looked askance at him and he laughed and led the way through the branches and into … well how to describe it. she was looking at a shaded alcove framed entirely by trees, overgrown grasses and bushes of various sorts. the ground was bare and there were some old picnic tables scattered around.

she drew her breath in on a gasp of delight. “what a marvelous place” she exclaimed as she danced around in the dappled afternoon light.

entranced he watched as she clambered up a tree and laughed as she looked out over the grassy expanse.

“when you come down i’ve packed a bowl and i have drinks for us” he said. she laughed delightedly and danced back out of the tree.

“this is a really awesome day” she said as she sat herself down on the picnic table beside him and lit the bowl he handed her.

“thank you” he said gravely and handed her a drink as well. she sighed happily and leaned against him as they smoked together and enjoyed the scenery and the slowly changing light.

at some point they put away their treats and just rested there until she felt him look down at her. slowly she tilted her face up and found his steady gaze looking back at hers.

she stretched up just a little more and he dropped his lips to hers, their eyes fluttering closed at the last second as their lips brushed so gently it felt more like butterfly wings than skin.

they stayed like that, their lips touching as their hands began to move on each other and slowly their lips touched more deeply and then, inevitably, her tongue fluttered against his lips.

his lips parted and his tongue darted out to meet hers and he shifted her so that her legs lay across his knees and deepened their kiss. her hand slid up his neck to wrap itself in his hair and his hand pressed her torso into his body.

she made a noise deep in her throat and moved to straddle him, kneeling against him on the table. she could feel his cock pressing into her and she moved against it as her hands raked his back.

he groaned and pressed her hips against him as they began to move in a rhythm older than time. their tongues grew more heated and her hands started to dig into his back even as she feverishly pulled his shirt from his waistband.

his hand slid along her ass and around it’s firm roundness and then slid his fingers along her bare thighs and up into her shorts. she moaned into his mouth as she felt him contact her moist centre.

she shuddered against his long fingers as he flicked her sopping clit and then cried out as he thrust a few fingers inside her.

feverishly she began tearing at him until she had freed his surging hardness from it’s imprisonment.

frantic now, she rubbed herself along his gleaming shaft as one of his hands worked her creamy centre and the other tore at the buttons of her shorts.

she cried into his mouth as his hands deserted her aching cunt only to feel him raggedly tear her shorts down, grabbing her hips to lift her even as she grabbed his throbbing cock and started to guide him into herself.

they shouted, together, as she flung herself down his length and then began to move, as one, he driving her hips and taking most of her weight into his arms, she dug into his back and undulating against his length.

he felt her body begin to spasm against him from the rubbing against her clit and he gasped against her as he felt his own climax building.

he felt the shocks inside her as she lifted off him with ecstacy and he pulled her down onto him again and again even as she shouted and her body strained upward and then she moaned long and deep in her throat as her pussy clamped around him and shudders coursed through her.

he smiled to see her pleasure even as he felt his own climax overtake him and he thrust into her again and again, hot spurts landing deep inside her and then all rhythm gone as their bodies collapsed into a heap on the rickety old table.

they smiled together, curled together like kittens and napped in the shade as the dappled light danced on their bodies.

redwoods

we’ve been driving the california coast for a few days now, dizzied by the heights and occasionally nauseated by the twists but never less than entranced with the scenery.

the car, a rental, handles like shit and i’m frustrated and cross about it since i’m driving on a tire commercial’s wet dream and the ballless car can’t corner and it isn’t a stick shift. still it’s better to be on a road trip in california than home at work in ontario right?

we see a sign pointing us toward a redwood forest and share
a look. there were very few things we wanted out of this trip but a redwood tree was most certainly one of them. they’re legendary after all.

we leave the coast and head inland a little and i’m not really sad to learn that i have eighty miles of relatively flat and straight road ahead of me. while dazzling, the constant dip and swoop of the horizon in a car that doesn’t move well is enough to make anyone a little nauseous.

i put my hand on your thigh and we chat of inconsequentials while i recover my equilibrium and we take in the gorgeous forests around us. at some point your hand rests itself on my leg.

feeling a little impish i leave my left hand on the wheel and slide my hand up to your nipple and tweak it.

you gasp.

i smile evilly and slide my hand back down to your leg. i hear your breath catch in your throat and i can’t resist sliding my hand to your knee and then to to the tender skin below it just to see your reaction.

you exhale a little more forcefully than usual and your hand on my thigh clenches tight. i feel a heaviness in my belly as i respond to your reactions and i slide my hand up your thigh.

you groan when i make contact with your center and i feel you stirring through the thick material of your trousers. i gently and slowly run my hands along you and cup you through your pants.

i am rewarded by a rising pressure against my palm. i slide my hand further and up to your nipple again and i pinch and tease it while keeping my eyes on the road.

of course i can’t resist for long and i slide my hand back down to your manhood and i stroke and tease it through your pants until you groan and i can feel you straining against the confines of your clothing.

i pop the button of your pants.

one-handed natch.

you stroke my body and pinch a nipple and i gasp. my thighs begin to rub together.

you say something about driving and i remind you that as long as you don’t overdo it i can keep my head.

you groan.

i smile and wrap my fingers around you through your pants while my thumb gently rubs against the bare skin of your moistening head.

your head falls back and your eyes close.

i stay that way for what seems like ages, varying the pressure of my fingers and palm around you to gently pump and stroking the head of your raging hard-on with my thumb.

slowly i lower your pants a smidgen with my thumb and them i take my hand from you and slide it into your waistband. i love to play like this, you’re confined by your clothing and i have to feel around and explore which teases you madly.

you make that little high-pitched sound you make when you’re pretty damm aroused as i wrap my whole hand around your naked shaft. i continue gently milking your shaft with my fingers and teasing all around the head with my thumb.

obligingly you moisten it with little drops of pre-cum and i play like this for another age and you occasionally toss your head from side to side.

your hand traces much the same path as mine did earlier and i gasp in return as you tease and fondle my nipples. when your hand slides down my body to rest between my thighs i clench your hand with my thighs and press my denim covered pussy into your hand.

you stay there, the side of your hand like a blade against me as i slowly pulse against it and thus we play as we while away eighty miles on the way to a redwood forest.

i am relieved to see the turn off, we’re both so aroused now that we can hardly stand it and if we don’t find a place to fuck and soon we’re going to have to have a quickie by the side of a large highway.

sounds fun but we don’t really want to get arrested this far from home.

my shirt is unbuttoned except for one strategically placed button at my nipple line. this allows you free access to my torso and me a little privacy. your pants are entirely undone and your bottom is sitting on them rather than in them but we’ve left you in your boxers.

well mostly, your beautiful cafe au lait cock is exposed to my rampaging eyes and any trucker that happens to look down. i think this actually makes you hornier.

we drive and drive looking for a place to turn off but it seems that all the tourists want to see the redwoods today and the more remote a road we choose the more cars we see.

finally we find one that has no cars on it and we don’t pass any cars for ages. this is promising… there’s no shoulder but let’s see where it goes…

we both groan, the car moving at about five miles per hour now and i’m sitting on my pants now too and i’m almost crying as you stroke my pussy and your long fingers tickle my insides.

we land in a tiny parking lot at the very top of a hill surrounded by beautiful redwood trees but there are cars here too. we’re dying but we turn around and head back.

“wait a minute” i say “we haven’t PASSED a car the whole time we’ve been on this road right?”

you nod, gasping for breath as i torment your engorged penis with my hand and yours flickers madly against my clit.

“well then, here’s a spot where a car could pass us if it had to and we can see them coming enough to at least cover up…?” you nod again, clearly unable to speak. trust me, i sympathise.

i drop the car into park right there and as one we jump out and walk to the front of the car. i place my naked bottom right on it and lay back and in one long smooth stroke you’re inside me and my heels are wrapped around your back and i thrust my hips to meet yours and we groan, together, as our long banked fire erupts.

you grab my hips and slam into me again and again and i clutch the car for support and pull you into me with my heels. i’m sure we’re denting the car and i just don’t care.

you stop and pull out and i mewl in protest but soon i understand as you unhook my heels and flip me over. i stand, dripping pussy pointing at you and elbows on the hood and once again you grab my hips.

your long fingers land on my clit as your engorged cock slams into my pussy again and i thrust back against you as your fingers flicker madly and i am driven into the hood of the car.

my knees are shaking and i can barely stand and i feel myself racing to a long denied climax and as my knees try to collapse and my core erupts into pulsing quivers of ecstacy you shout and i feel you throb as your hot semen erupts into me again and again.

we stay like that, splayed over the car and panting until you sigh and kiss my shoulder and regretfully draw yourself from my loins.

my pussy is bereft almost instantly but, sensing this, you smile and flip me on my back and say “would you like me to lick you clean love?”

review: irabbit by doc johnson

[edited to add: this toy sucks, don't waste your money.  in fact i've tossed mine in the trash]

for those of you that missed it i ordered my first ever sex toy recently. okay shut up, the riding crop doesn’t count and i bought that in person. [please note, i will re-review this toy after i increase my collection and have comparables.]

it’s not that i don’t like my irabbit… exactly.

and it’s not that i like my irabbit… exactly.

doc johnson has made a beautiful vibe with all sorts of wonderful tricks and triggers except for one little thing.

ivibe_rabbit_vibrator.jpg

there is no way to turn down the clitoral stimulator enough. it’s fine when i’m not that aroused, and conversely it’s fine when i’m REALLY aroused but otherwise?

yeah not so much.

it showed up with such promise, all beautiful and blue and feeling a lot like actual skin especially after it was lubed up.

when i slid it into my mouth it even tasted sort of like skin, if skin had no taste. okay that doesn’t make sense. it felt like skin but tasted of nothing. i could swirl my tongue around it for days on end but it would never leave that wonderful taste in the back of my throat that lingers long after you’ve sucked a dick and brushed it off your teeth.

damm i love that flavour.

anyway i opened the box and admired the pretty blueberry coloured toy and found some batteries and figured out the controls.

and then i left it there for a while and i stared at it and i blogged and i watched tv and i was aware of it but i didn’t really touch it.

i mean it’s kind of intimidating right? this thing i’ve never touched. all rubbery and blue and electric and not flesh. other than a hairbrush handle and a cucumber or two (that’s the real number) i’ve never really used anything to fuck myself before.

so i take it to bed and i mess around with it and i do come i really do. sort of.

and that’s just it. all i can get out of this thing is a sort-of orgasm. it’s like this weird release thing that isn’t actually any fun because my body feels like it got driven there way faster than it intended and somehow my clit goes oversensitive and numb at about the same time.

so i started trying different things. i read smut and got super aroused and left the pearls against my clit and turned them on and let them do their magic and that was fun and then i was really horny and wanted it inside me….

so i slid it in and trust me, i was ready.

and inside? inside this thing is pretty good. if you get the angle wrong it sort of gets stuck a bit just inside but otherwise in it goes and the way the head moves is awesome.

except now i’m using the clit stimulator part on my actual clit and i have to turn it up and turn it up and i start to lose it and my little button gets sensitive and i turn it down as far as it will go and?

it’s too much.

some strange almost orgasm and definetely some clenching and pulsing of the inner muscles but no lovely explosion of pleasure like i can do to myself…

and definetely no way to stall and ‘ride the edge’ like i love to do…

i’ve tried it in the shower, on the bed, in the chair, on the couch and pretty much any other way i can think of and i can’t actually have much fun with this thing.

in fact AFTER i use it i’m sort of numb for a day or so and i can’t really masturbate by hand to satisfaction until i’ve recovered.

that doesn’t seem right to me you know?

it especially doesn’t seem right because i’m a woman who has played with clothes pins on her labia and spanked her clitoris for fun… in fact i like a little pain with my pleasure on occasion.

i can see how this vibe would work really well for someone who has a LOT of sex, they’re likely less sensitive than i am and this thing would drive them to the edge fast and hard and they would probably love it.

in fact if i ever start having sex with a man again i’ll have my partner use it on me and see if he can manage to make it more fun…

regardless, next time i’m getting just the dick part [cause i really love having a phallus inside me but if you fuck yourself with this you pretty much have to use the rabbit ears] and maybe one with some more creative moves (suggestions accepted with glee) and a seperate clitoral egg or vibe or dolphin or whatever.

preferably one with a more interesting repertoire.

in fact i’ll solicit suggestions.

see it turns out that i need a vibe that’s gentle as hell or i can’t enjoy it… i think.

all i know is that my favourite thing to do with it is rub myself with the moving pearls and that ain’t supposed to be all you use a rabbit vibe for now is it?

nope, not so much.

so, am i just spoiled from my magic fingers and awesome partners?

that seems a little unlikely to me. after all in the last four years i’ve fucked two men and both of them were since may. one for a few weeks and one just once.

technically i’ve made contact with three dicks in that time actually since i played with that guy at that concert

anyway the point is that i don’t think i’m particularly spoiled… perhaps i’m picky… perhaps sex toys aren’t for me…

wait what?

that makes no sense.

okay so i give this vibe three stars for great feel and great head movement and it loses two for shitty clit stimulation and one for bead binding… and i humbly request suggestions of toys i might prefer…

final verdict, five our of ten.

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