some mornings it pays to go back to bed.
some mornings you wake up way too early and you think “oh my god i have to stay up way too late tonight! why am i awake NOW?!?!??” and other mornings you sleep until noon. today was an early day which involved myself getting up, sending a few emails and then going back to bed for a morning nap.
went too soon to be sleepy enough, couldn’t sleep yet, distracted by thoughts of men and penises and fucking.
god i miss fucking. i miss cock hitting the back of my throat and even more i miss it slamming against my g-spot. i miss balls slapping my clit as hands move my hips in a tempo i could never match and i brace myself up just enough that i can breathe.
i miss a thumb up my asshole and a fist in my hair. i miss someone else’s teeth on my nipples and someone else’s fingers (mouth!) on my clit and i most definitely miss sweat slicked gliding skin and groans of pure effort and joy.
but most of all i miss fucking.
fucking for the sheer joy of it.
so of course i started to imagine fucking, to parade if you will a veritable cavalcade of penises heretofore known past my yearning and fantasy starved brain. my brain that was having none of it.
it didn’t want to think of him or him or most especially not him and ew that would be rude and no not him and dammit! all my penises are tainted somehow!
i get more random then, and picture any tongue and any penis and any fingers. they’re like stylised artist’s renderings of those condominiums that are springing up like rabbits all over down town toronto in their realism. they approximate penii and fingers and teeth but have no bearing on actual bits real or expected and they touch me and tickle me and flatter all my favourite parts.
they dance and flutter and explore and my fingers are their mechanism.
warm and sleepy beneath my overly warm duvet they languidly trace my pink bits which stir sluggishly. they’ve been neglected of late those pink bits of mine. spoiled by lots of wonderful attention they haven’t really felt like playing with just me and they’re bored with all my toys.
they’re almost resentful as i remind them that it feels good to play with yourself, that it is in fact one of the great pleasures of the universe. that sometimes no one can touch you like you.
i snag a little bottle of my favourite lube (wet platinum – silicone) and drip a drop or two on those self-same pink bits and feel them rumble and purr like a cat that isn’t actually mad at you for waking it up since you are touching it so deliciously in just the right spot.
my fingers delight in the slickness and i feel my own natural juices rush to meet my exploring fingers and i notice, almost absently, that my buttocks are clenching and i’m just this side of toppling off the precipice of pleasure and i start to dance and play and work myself just to the edge and i stay there and hover in the delightful haze of arousal and pheremones i’ve created for myself until…
until i fall off of course. but i waited just long enough and i fall and fall again and erupt and erupt again and prolong my pleasure for four or five or even six little mini-peaks before i collapse, more languid now back into my welcoming nest, my fingers playing idly and sending little after quivers coursing through my happy body.
and now that i’ve written this? i have a new toy that’s begging me to test it…
August 11, 2007 at 3:40 pm
man o man, can you write…and feel. i love it.
August 11, 2007 at 11:22 pm
mmmmmmmmmmm so wonderfully sexual a woman.
thanks for sharing this moment.
August 12, 2007 at 3:28 am
I think you miss fucking. You put it so poetic though. Isn’t it a shame that had you gotten laid, you would have been able to put it so gracefully? Anyhow, have fun with the new toy. #2
August 12, 2007 at 8:02 pm
Thanks for your kind words on my blog. *hugs* I dropped by and read this today and you made me smile. You write in a way that is pleasurable to read, and funny as shit. I couldnt help myself
I think you should write more about penises. Especially since great cocks are sometimes on the wrong guys, and right guys sometimes have ‘issues’. I seldom find just the right combination of a nice penis on a nice man who is prepared to do not-nice things to me. My best ever was a man who was almost 30 years older than me and an ugly guy, but holy crap I had a smile on my face for months afterward
Katie
August 13, 2007 at 2:02 am
max: thanks! that’s high praise. i had no idea how much i would grow to like this kind of writing when i started.
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Edward: you’re welcome
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2: i had a fantabulous time with the new toy, it’s my new favourite. and i have gotten laid and written about it in other stories… try the ‘war stories’ tag :)
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Kate: you’re welcome miss. i’m especially glad to make you smile in fact. anytime someone tells me they can’t help laughing at my writing i know that i’m doing something right. thanks for that.
oh man you’re so right. i had this one man who was a terrible lover but he had the most enormous and beautiful cock. what i could do with that thing NOW if i met him again…
what a lovely description of the perfect man. a nice penis on a nice man who is prepared to do not-nice things to me. ahhh dreams.
August 13, 2007 at 3:39 am
Haha, I’ll be sure to take a look. ;-)
August 14, 2007 at 10:34 pm
I love the variety of masculine machinery, especially when used by a guy without performance hangups. But I dont want a guy to ask permission to do anything. Fuck getting my approval – I just want him to get on with it and take everything so Im left glowing.
Guys with long cocks seem to want to see how far it goes before it chokes me but chubby cocks are far more interesting in every way. Hmm. Im laughing and warm at the same time. I dont own toys like you do. Its not fair!!!!!!
August 14, 2007 at 11:03 pm
#2: i would skip the first four or so, they’re not so happy.
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Kate: oh man a man who loves to play is a delight to have in a bed with you that’s for sure. i don’t want a guy to ask permission but i do want him to notice if i’m unhappy and stop or discuss.
i love a thick cock more than a long cock… but given a choice i pick kinda thick and kinda long together… something about that long stroke… (i’m tall remember, long tunnel)
honey i do toy reviews, if you want to i’ll send an email to eden fantasys for you…
August 16, 2007 at 9:31 pm
Gulp. I’ll use the old fashioned methods for now (fingers and fucks) because some of those toys look like multicoloured weapons of mass satisfaction and in my innocence Im not sure how they would all work. Smirk. I like the colours though – much more fun than boring ones i have seen. Katie