oh?

February 29, 2008 — badinfluencegirl

there’s this one particular kind of sex that i love to have and i love it most especially in the morning. it’s funny because i rarely come from this kind of sexual encounter and i even more rarely care.

it’s that thing where you roll over a little and start to stroke each other’s skin while you’re still half asleep. where your breath changes slowly from sleepy to sexy and you roll over a little more.

where you start to kiss and your toes start to nuzzle and okay well honestly it’s around this point that one of you loses it and races for the toilet and then you both brush your teeth and then you go back to bed. but that isn’t good smut in the same way that stopping to put on a condom doesn’t make good smut. all of the above are nonetheless a very good idea.

so you roll over and start kissing and your toes start to nuzzle and slowly but surely your skin starts to get all happy about there being other skin to enjoy underneath all these deliciously warm covers in that oh so nice and languid sunday morning state.

hands start roaming with more purpose on backs and breasts and slowly but surely you end up in that most heavenly someone on top posture and your bodies start to find that rhythm as toes and knees and belly buttons get reacquainted.

you’re getting aroused now, more awake than asleep but still in that divine state of other that comes of not having been dressed yet that day or really having left the bed at all. penis and vagina begin flirting with each other and whispering sweet nothings into each others ears.

skin rubs lusciously on skin as nipples and thighs greet each other familiarly and contentedly; slowly but surely urgency grows and bodies speed up while genitalia reach for each other, breath will quicken and deepen and suddenly the stars are aligned correctly and.

and he slides home, well okay, eases on in slowly as your body stretches to meet him and eventually he makes it all the way in, and you start to move, still hot and slow but growing more urgent now, breath deep in your chests and occasional pants sighing into each others ears.

i swear sometimes just hearing my partner sex breathe gets me more excited.

sweat springs up on backs and one of you tosses the blankets away and you get more and more urgent as your mouths and genitals meet and mate and enjoy each other.  you get wetter and wetter as the oldest dance continues and you laugh and grunt and groan and fuck until he makes that particular face unique to all men and you feel him pulsate and quiver inside you as you clench and release him…

god i love that kind of sex. love it to pieces and nearly never come from it because i tend to be unable to come from intercourse unless i’ve had one or two already.

nope, i don’t get it either but that’s the way my body is.

why is it that that kind of sex leaves me glowing and happy and bouncing all day even without the apparently required orgasm? it seems strange to me and yet is a truth nonetheless that this is one of my favouritest ways to fuck and the one least likely to get me off.

i don’t get off but nonetheless i find myself deeply satisfied on a level that is somehow just as, if not more important. maybe it’s not all about the oh! after all hmm?

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rumble

February 26, 2008 — badinfluencegirl

i sit on the machine and wait for it to finish it’s cycle. somehow it’s not nearly as done as i expected it would be but i don’t mind, there is something strangely soothing about the laundry room in all it’s warmth and stark tiling and i enjoy my time here.

i daydream a little as i wait there in the humming room, hips undulating gently while the washer spins beneath me.

the door opens and i look up with a gasp to see you framed in the doorway, all dark curls and wicked eyes. we nod gravely to each other as you enter and use a machine. i continue to let half my mind ride the washer but allow my eyes to fix on you.

you look up and smile again, standing and approaching. we nod gravely once more and you just keep coming closer, finally stopping inches from my face and just breathing there.

we stare at each other for a moment, eyes searching and bodies reaching even as we see something in our shared gaze. something that brings you closer still.

mouth flirting with mine your smile reveals the truth hiding in the wickedness of your gaze and our lips part and we breathe and stare and move our heads minutely as we ride the space between us and slowly close it.

lips touch and, breaths mingling, we are suddenly moving much less languorously as our bodies strain against each other and our hands roam. you groan into my mouth and grab my ass to pull me hard against your raging hard-on. i moan my satisfaction and rock my pussy against it as my buttocks clench against your fingers.

you squeeze harder, encouraging me to hump your erection through our clothing. i reach under your shirt and rake my nails up your well muscled back, legs lifting to scissor around that trim waist as the machine rolls beneath me.

you groan again when i reach between us to fumble with the clasp of your jeans. i, conveniently, am only wearing a yellow bathrobe and impatient fingers are already teasing my dense curls.

i mewl into your mouth even as i finally attain success with the zipper, it drags along your thickening arousal and your fingers grow more impatient, plunging into my suddenly soaked pussy even as i free your penis from it’s fabric prison.

i wrestle your jeans past your buttocks and relinquish your penis only long enough to take your boxers with them. my hand tickles your balls and then slides up your silky length. i grip you like a handle and pull you toward me, grazing my sopping wet pussy with your tip.

the machine spins to a stop and we freeze there, you just touching me as our mouths fuse and our tongues mate with each other. there is a click and the machine starts up once more, rumbling roll dipping you toward me ever so slightly more.

i start to tease my slit with your head even as your fingers shift to my clitoris, rubbing me until i am writhing against your hand and the machine almost equally. rubbing me until i flood the warm metal with juices and pull you closer.

you groan again and take my hand away, tip poised at my entrance for one second as you grab my buttocks and both pull and thrust at the same time. i am pinned and three times as aroused as i was one second ago. i moan into your mouth as you drive us, thrusting and pushing me while my upper body undulates against yours.

we aren’t going to last long at this rate and soon i feel tremors in your movements as your orgasm tries to overtake your motor control. you are driving into my welcoming depths and i can feel the walls of my vagina trembling and shuddering against you as my own climax comes on like a freight train.

frantically we increase our pace until i cry out and convulse all over your throbbing penis; convulsions that drive you over the precarious edge you’re hovering on. convulsions that take us both by surprise as we groan and let our upper bodies fall against each other.

we pant for a moment and then your face takes on a determined look as you start to thrust again, face contorting as we fuck once more and my body throbs and bucks around you. your pace quickens until, with a look of intense concentration you groan and spurt once more into my pussy.

i laugh again as you slip out of me, spent and covered in me while you pull your boxers and jeans over your half hard penis. i smile at you languidly in that way of a well satisfied female as you lean over and kiss me lingeringly.

without a word you turn and leave the room and i reach down to rub my aching clitoris until i come once more, your sperm and my arousal melting out of me to cover the washing machine in all the evidence there would ever be of our meeting.

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kick

February 14, 2008 — badinfluencegirl

she stood there at the side of the road all legs and frustrated green eyes while her long brown curls teased the wind. once more she kicked the tire and watched it spin uselessly on her car.

“i don’t understand how it won’t come off, it’s simple, take off the nuts and jack up the car and take off the tire and… but noooo stupid tire is stuck to the car. dammit!”

finally she gave in and started calling tow truck companies until she found one that could come in under an hour and then she wandered down the street to the nearest coffee shop to wait.

after what seemed an eternity her phone chirped “the driver is uh… just about there” said the dispatcher. she thanked him profusely and hurried back to her car. once there she found her tire on the ground and a quietly satisfied man, tall or at least taller than she was by several inches, smiling at her almost fondly.

“how the hell did you do that?” she goggled at him.

“i kicked it”

“you kicked it?” he nodded “i hate you a little right now”

he laughed and asked for the spare. as she watched his compact and efficient movements her eyes wandered along his body from his broad and capable shoulders as they flexed under the strain (clearly not much of a strain for him) of bolting her spare on to her car to his unexpectedly shapely buttocks outlined under his baggy jeans.

she felt a small clench or tingle or something inexplicable but clearly the beginnings of arousal and she wondered what those big hands would feel like running over her body. whether he would move as easily and confidently when he fucked or if there would be a hesitancy and a sweetness to it instead.

she decided that he was probably this confident in everything he did and allowed her brain to wander a little as she watched him. she could feel his hot breath skimming her nape and his hands sliding along her back. knew the feel of his body as it approached hers and knew also the frisson of arousal that ran along her nerve endings.

she felt him, firm and warm beneath her fingertips as they stroked and explored each other, breath steaming in the cold air and skin thrilling to the kiss of winter as much as the touch of a stranger; they had not asked each other’s names, nor would they.

his hand snuck beneath her coat and then shirt to run along the skin beneath while his tongue and teeth worshipped her neck and ears. she felt her head fall back with his ministrations and surrendered herself to the pleasure. she felt boneless and languid and would have fallen had he not been holding her against him.

against his steadily growing arousal in fact. a hardness that was beginning to strain even the considerable space in his jeans and melt any resistance she might have felt.

he growled into her neck and unsnapped a button on her pants. she felt the rasp of her zipper and goggled at her own behaviour even as she pressed herself against his straining erection and began an exploration of his back with her hungry hands.

her pants dropped just enough and he growled once more as his hand slid beneath her jeans to find only naked skin and springy curls. she gasped and arched as his fingers stroked her roughly and she felt her slickness in his touch. she shuddered and gasped as waves of pleasure ran through her and he laughed low in his throat.

she worried at the snap of his jeans and then again at his zipper until at last she felt his pants loosen and her hand was free to stroke his raging penis through the soft fabric of his boxers. with a small sound of satisfaction she found their opening and at last her hand stroked the silky skin of his erection and he growled yet again.

she shuddered repeatedly into his hand until, with an impatient toss of his head, he yanked her pants lower on her thighs and turned her until she was bent over her car. she raised her hips and that was all the invitation he needed. she howled her pleasure as his penis drove straight home and she felt herself filled by his enormous cock.

he held her hips in his hands and took her there in front of god and everybody while he slammed into her again and again. he moved her hips as well as his own and all she could do was raise her bottom some more.

she felt his testicles slap against her clit every time his engorged shaft bottomed out in her throbbing vagina and she wondered if she could stay on her feet as waves and waves of pleasure started to course through her.

suddenly she felt her body clench and throb as her juices flowed and gushed around his pulsating cock. he groaned into her back and thrust again and again into her quivering pussy until she was just about finished and then he erupted into her, little pulses running through the veins in the base of his penis and shuddering thrusts still driving her to another climax.

they cried out together and he collapsed onto her back as they both panted and laughed into the cool winter stillness.

“all done” he said.

“what?” she asked.

“i’m all done your tire miss, that’ll be twenty bucks since you did most of the work already”

she shook her head bemusedly, arousal running down her legs, and reached for her purse.

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oddsn’sods

February 9, 2008 — badinfluencegirl

okay so there’s a whole bunch of little things to mention that i think might all add up to a post.

first of all i shared a piper award with the lazy geisha which is, in and of itself, an enormous compliment. i mean to be put beside nina is pretty damn cool; not to mention i got an award! it even comes with it’s very own cool statue.

pipawr1.jpg

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but you see here’s the thing, the statue on the left? it’s my actual piper award statue and the one on the right was awarded specifically to saratoga… but i kinda like it better…

is that wrong?

anyway, i’m totally tickled to have won an award, my little blog has never in fact won an award before and i’m all atwitter over it.

plus it’s a piper!

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i’ve had this really awesome experience a few times this year and i’ve been playing it all cool and butter wouldn’t melt in my mouth but i’ve been freaking delighted every time.

yup, you guessed it, i’m talking about the ever elusive fleshbotting!

flashpoint

mouths wide shut

sloppy seconds

dog days of summer

greener grass

all mentioned posts i’d written. i don’t know what makes them pick me but i like it!

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after i whined terribly in the comments of this post miss chealsea saw fit to include me in the examples of this post and i found myself twice honoured in the same month; oh, and using more semi-colons.

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i am suffering from lack-of-sex-itis caused by yet another freaking bladder infection along with which the antibiotics brought along a yeast infection.

i am very unhappy about this.

so is mr. big.

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speaking of him, we had the best date last night maybe ever.

we were going to try once more like we did before, and maybe, just maybe have a boink when you know what?

he fell asleep on me!

it was pretty cute actually, i could feel him trying to stay awake and keep his tongue working and i could feel his head becoming dead weight on my pubic bone and his tongue got slower and slower and took longer and longer pauses.

anyway, after five minutes he woke up whereupon i suggested a nap.

a nap, at seven pm… a nap before which i made sure my alarm was set for nine am… just in case. it’s a rule i have.

and seriously?

we woke up at eight and went out for breakfast and continued with our day…

god i feel so much better…

thirteen hours sleep! who does that?

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i may have figured out the magic of the fleshbotting… it goes like this: as long as you don’t give a flying fuck if they pick your post?

they just might…

but care even a little?

muhahahahahahaha!!!!!!

nothink!

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for some reason last fall the youporn.com folks discovered me. i don’t care why but i sure like the traffic!

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i post new reviews at edenfantasys.com pretty regularly, i tend to then add them to my haunts page but there’s lots of other good reviewers there.

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it’s really amazing to me this blog and the little community of commenters that are growing around it. thanks you guys, it’s really awesome to have readers like you.

happy saturday : )

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barriers

February 4, 2008 — badinfluencegirl

i thought about it with my ex-lover for a long time before i could actually do it.

when the time came i dove in with both feet because i had decided that it was just sex; had come to the conclusion that it was okay to go condom-free with him even though we were only bed buddies.

this was a reasoned and sane conclusion. neither of us was sleeping with someone else and we both had herpes and we agreed to use condoms with others AND to tell each other of such events (not that there were any) AND we had BOTH been tested well over three months after our last partners AND he was sterile.

but i wondered still. wondered if maybe sometimes barriers are in fact a good idea. wondered if maybe using them would keep my brain from going in directions i was firmly convinced i didn’t want it to go. wondered if condoms would make me remember that this was only about sex… or even if i needed to worry about that.

sex is, after all, an extremely intimate act and such a relationship done casually is one that should be entered into with extreme caution. extreme caution and a lot of talking where both sides talk about what their side of the deal is and what each expects from the other.

in other words, no one should enter into a bed buddy relationship without a lot of communicating and a lot of clear minded thinking. not to mention an exit strategy (that was our mistake, that and our failure to renegotiate every… six weeks or something.)

but we had done that, we thought we could deal and it was time to stop wasting money on very expensive non-latex condoms if we really had nothing to protect each other from. so we stopped with the condoms and the sex went from good to great just like that.

no really, just like that.

i hate to admit it because i’m a giant advocate of safe sex but it really is better without condoms. like a lot.

anyway he and i went on to have great and multiple sexual dates over several months before exploding in a pile of oops i’m getting feelings for you and you’re being an ass with the truth. and then i met my current man.

my current man, nicknamed mr. big by ms. secret over at pocket secrets, is not simply a lover although he plays one on this blog. he is a man who makes my brain laugh and think and wonder and smile and that’s on the days when i don’t like him very much. this is not a man i am sleeping with ‘just for the sex’ and as such we approached a lot of things very differently than my ex-lover and i did.

and not just the obvious waiting for a while to have sex or the less obvious part where we’re falling for each other too or even the long and thought out decision to remain monogamous at least for the foreseeable future. this man is neither sterile nor carrying herpes and thus any decisions we make around barriers are incredibly different.

but one thing that these two men have in common is that both of them have shared my bed and used condoms while doing it and both eventually got to a point where we were considering losing the condoms [even if only during my period.]

but the thought process was so entirely different.

with the ex i was worried about the greater intimacy that barrier-free sex might bring, concerned that it would bring us to a kind of emotional closeness that we really didn’t have. with this man i am in no way concerned about that, in fact i welcome it while wondering about sharing my sexually transmitted disease and a child with him.

so yeah, kind of different head spaces…

and somehow that made the experience of going without extremely different as well.

with one it simply made for better and easier sex. in both cases they had more control, we could play with more positions and there was a lot more edge riding and a lot less artificial lube. but therein the similarities ended.

we didn’t just change our sex life, we also changed our emotional landscape. somehow that piece of polyurethane (it’s okay just think of it as latex) was keeping us from fully exploring our sexual repertoire with each other. he had trouble functioning in all but a few positions with barriers and there was always this moment of interruption before we could get to the main event.

even with the female condom there was a moment, not as irritating or badly timed but there nonetheless. and still we needed extra lube… lots of extra lube.

and then, one day… all the test results were in and decisions were made together and we just started to make out until there he was poking against me and i was receiving him. and we stayed there for ages and ages, not quite fucking and not quite not and then we were.

this was not possible with condoms, somehow he was so much bigger and harder to take in and so much more lube and prep were needed. and none of that is the point.

the point?

we already had the kind of sex where you look into each other’s eyes and kiss [and no teeth clashing!! i thought that was impossible!] and breathe each other’s breath and feel like you’re affirming something even if you’re just fucking and it was fucking awesome.

but this? this is so much better. now we can feel each other all over and it’s…

you know? i don’t have words.

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