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Taking our girlfriend on vacation, Part II

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Oct 012012

[Part II of a two part story, continued from Part I]
where we take our girlfriend Kitten away to a theme park for the weekend…
(photos in this post are of us from that day)

After a day in the park, we went back to the hotel, all got naked, and started drinking. On thing we love about Kitten is she is miraculously good at getting naked. We hadn’t been in the hotel room 30 seconds and she had already stripped off everything, which, by the way, is a lovely sight.

Next thing I know SexFairy is naked too, so, being a good host, I join them. I make a few drinks and we all lounge in the bed, talking about the rides we went on and the funny looks from people seeing us three kissing and holding hands. We start kissing again. I am laying on my back and SexFairy climbs onto my erect cock, facing me. While SexFairy is riding me, Kitten gets behind her and starts stroking our asses and licking my balls while we are fucking. SexFairy turned around and started kissing Kitten while bouncing on my cock. It was a marvelous view for me. [see photo above]

Kitten, Whitman, SexFairy, and our drinks After SexFairy rolled off, she spent some time licking Kitten’s clit, and being the generous guy I am, I took my turn and went down on Kitten, paying special attention to licking her ass. We took a little break, caught up on our drinks [see photo above], kissed some more, when I decided that SexFairy needed some special attention. I looked at Kitten, and said, would you like to FIST fuck SexFairy. OMG Yes. SexFairy was a bit apprehensive, but once I get to a certain stage, I stop paying attention to apprehensiveness.

Kitten fisting SexFairy, while Whitman helps Kitten and I lay SexFairy back, and I poured a generous serving of oil on SexFairy’s sweet lips and rubbed it all over Kittens hand. She started with a single finger, and then two. I showed Kitten how to squeeze her hand nice and slim, and told her to keep going. Soon it was four fingers going deep into SexFairy, all the way to Kitten’s thumb. Kitten tucked her thumb in and soon had her whole hand inside SexFairy. My one hand was rubbing SexFairy’s clit while my other held a video camera (and no you can’t see it, but it’s fucking hot as hell). SexFairy also rubbed her clit as Kittens hand was pounding deep into SexFairy’s very wet pussy. [see photo to the right]

Watching SexFairy cum over and over, so incredibly hard, on Kitten’s full fist fucking, was one of the hottest things I’ve ever been witness to. I love watching a girl cum, and SexFairy’s whole body just shivers as she cums. I swear the bed was shaking.

SexFairy spilled her drink. Whitman holds her down. Kitten fingers. Kitten and I let her recover while I gave Kitten’s ass some more kissing while she stood naked against the open window. What a view that was from both sides. SexFairy came over with her drink, and somehow spilled it all over her naked chest. Instead of letting her clean it up, I pushed her down onto the chair as Kitten and I licked the drops off her body. [see photo to the left]

We all eventually got dressed, SexFairy in a sheer black dress and Kitten all pretty in pink, a dress I bought for her earlier in the day. The girls looked so pretty and sexy, especially having one on each side of me. We went out to dinner and then spent the next few hours in a club dancing and drinking and kissing and a little dirty dancing.

Thank you SexFairy. You make me feel like a God.

Mutual Masturbation

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Aug 022012

I’m consistently amazed by how many forms love, sex, and lust can take on. Sex is not just intercourse, obviously, but maybe it’s two people not even touching. I’m talking about mutual masturbation. It can be just as hot, just as arousing, just as sexy as fucking.
(Or maybe it’s called “taking-turns masturbation.” Seriously, what’s the term for this? Serial masturbation?)

Whitman and I were lying in bed, chatting about nothing and everything and sexy stuff in between. (I’m starting to notice that lots of my stories start this way, but I digress…) We weren’t holding cocktails, as we often are, but we were holding cock. Whitman’s cock, to be specific. Not at first, though. We were just having a varied and wide-ranging conversation, bouncing from here to there and back to here again.

Male masturbation We were talking about his upcoming business trip and how lonely I’d be, and how nice it would be for me to have company at night while he’s gone. We watched a video online of a cock being teased mercilessly by a sexy lady. I was also telling him about some of my suddenly-bubbling-over bisexual desires… things like placing my mouth to tits, lips to lips, tongue to ass.

As we talked, I lightly stroked Whitman’s cock, which had grown rock-hard. I used my fingers to swirl the pre-cum all around the head. We kept talking casually, and then suddenly he grabbed his own erection, taking it from my hand. It was like an uncontrollable urge. He stroked and stroked, as I lightly brushed his balls with my fingers. He came in an instant, it seemed. Semen was everywhere, coating his cock and his hand. I hopped up to get him a warm washcloth.

Female Masturbation That’s when I felt the wetness that had escaped my folds and seeped down to my inner thighs. I hadn’t moved or touched myself while I watched Whitman. Just from watching him and whispering dirty words to him I was swollen and dripping wet. I stopped in my tracks and returned to the bed. It was my turn to have an uncontrollable urge to touch myself, and my turn to cum.

Grabbing the right lube

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Jul 102012

SexFairy and I enjoyed a fantastic Sunday afternoon.

We drank cherry vodka while swimming in the hot sun. The weather changed and soon we were swimming in a torrential rain storm. The pool water was far warmer than the cold rain, so we stayed in the pool during the rainstorm for about an hour. It was magical.

Back home we drank more and ate and danced and partied with some friends and then hit the bedroom for some private fun. I reached over to the nightstand and grabbed for some lube to smooth out the hard fucking I was giving SexFairy. We always have some lube sitting there; often some freebies that were included with some recent sex toy. Being slightly wasted and in the dark, I grabbed a familiar shape and squirted it right on my cock sliding in and out of her beautiful pussy.

The next morning, sober, and in the light, I looked at the nightstand and saw these empty and identically shaped tubes:

Lube or Toy Cleaner

Well, SexFairy is my fucktoy, and now she was both well fucked, and clean.

In the future, I’ll probably think to move anything that is NOT lube, to a different spot. Naughty, or not.

Living the Dream

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Feb 152012

My Dearest Whitman,

Remember the days not so long ago when we chatted online and dreamt of one day living together? I said something like, “I can’t wait until the day we can go home after a day at work and we can drink, have kinky sex, and make fun of Republicans.”

Well, here we are, livin’ the dream, baby!

Love,
Sex Fairy

Sex Fairy’s Bedtime Story

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Jan 272012

We’ve had a lot going on over the past couple of weeks. Whitman and I are moving into a new place. We ran into a sexy new variation of Dom/sub. (New to our relationship, anyway.) All of this DaddyDom talk (and the two-hour show, of course) has me a little worked up. We’re nearly the same age, but I want to be Whitman’s little girl. At least some of the time. Like now.

As I was going to sleep last night, this fantasy flitted through my mind:

I saw myself wearing my blue ruffle-butt panties and matching blue bra. Whitman and I are hugging in the middle of the big empty living room, because we’re only halfway moved in. It has been a long day of working and cleaning, and this hug feels like dessert. My arms are around his waist, and my cheek is to his broad chest. “I like our new house, Daddy, thank you,” I murmur into his chest hair as he strokes my head and neck.
“You’re welcome, Little Girl.”
”But I might be scared to sleep by myself in this big house, Daddy.”
(This is totally a tease; I want to be taken to bed by him.)
“Don’t worry, Love, I’ll be with you, he says.”
Daddy takes me to bed and says he will rub my back until I go to sleep. He strokes my back, my neck, and my hair gently, but soon his hand starts to trail lower, grazing my ass lightly. Lower still on the next pass, his hand is moving gradually between my legs…I squirm a little and whimper.

There’s no innocence about me. I know what he’s doing and I like it as he climbs on top of me, his weight bearing down on my back, making it hard for me to take a full breath. I shiver in anticipation as his hand slides over my mouth. My pussy is drenched. He slowly slides his big hard cock into me and I whimper again. His warm breath is in my ear. He smells like brown liquor – like a man. He tells me softly in my ear not to be scared, that he will always take care of me.

Halloweenies

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Nov 012011

Whitman and I got dressed up for Halloween. I wish I could post a photo, but alas, then we wouldn’t be anonymous sex bloggers anymore, would we??
DAMN, WE LOOKED SEXY!!! I’ll leave it at this:
We were coordinated. I was an assistant wearing a short hot skirt. He was in charge.

(Did I mention how hot we looked??)

We went drinking at a funky little dive bar nearby. This was no strip club or swingers’ bar.
Just a dive bar.
We got groped by a fairy princess with cotton-candy-blonde hair.
I do mean GROPED.
Thoroughly.

I was doing a little rump-shaking for the blondie as she sat at the bar next to Whitman. (Okay, it was close to a lap dance). Suddenly, I felt fingers from behind make their way into my panties, then fingers inside of my pussy.
I wasn’t really sure if it was the fairy princess or Whitman, but I kept dancing, kept grinding…

Meanwhile, with her other hand, apparently she was giving Whitman a good rubdown through his pants before giving him a taste of my juices on her fingers. She asked him if we were into threesomes, then she disappeared. She probably had some sex-game playing of her own going on with HER date, and we were just sexy little pawns. I guess we’ll never know, but WOW, what a hot moment.

All Weekend Long (and Hard)

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Oct 192011

Whitman and I aren’t known for waking-up-in-the-night sex. We ARE known for having sex, (lots of it), and fairly crazy sex (most of the time), and drinking a little (as previously mentioned). As much as we like all of those things, we sort of like to sleep at appropriate times, too.
Not last weekend.

OH MY GOD, what an ongoing, never-ending three day and night tease-fest! As so many weekends do, this one started out with a little drinking, a little playing, a little sex. Whitman brought me to the edge of orgasm with his tongue over and over and over. He had just inserted the big ol’’ Rippler into my wet pussy, which was causing me to moan and cry out as he pressed it into my g-spot, when we heard a car door. Oh no! Teenagers home….Grrrr. That was too much like an audience for me. I reluctantly removed the Rippler and we fucked quietly then went to sleep with Whitman’s cock still inside of me. I love that.

Insomnia struck, and we were up chatting sleepily around 3 a.m. We were chatting about things like me rimming him. You know, the usual things couples talk about in the wee hours of the morning. The next thing I knew, we were fucking. Again. We fucked ourselves right back to sleep. I’m sure we were still talking dirty as we drifted off…

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The next afternoon, we were lounging in bed, talking and teasing. I was still fantasizing about Whitman’s ass, and as we talked about it, I teased it with my finger, just pressing gently but not entering, and swirling my spit-coated finger around the sweet pucker like it was my tongue. Nudity ensued, but not nearly enough, and just as we were discussing engaging in a little pegging, ‘ding dong!’ We had company at the door. Talk about a ruined orgasm. THAT ONE was ruined before it started!

Fast forward to 3am again. As we cuddled and spooned, I wriggled my ass closer to Whitman’s cock. After two days of near-miss-orgasms, it just took a split second for me to feel him getting noticeably hard.
“Stop that,” he said, “or I’m going to fuck you.”
“Just rest your cock there. Like a hot dog in a bun…” I said, as I reached behind me to nestle it in place.
He chuckled softly and growled a little in my ear as he removed his hotdog from my buns and slid it into my pussy. I was still SO FUCKING WET from the two days of teasing, and from his closeness. The feeling was so heavenly, I could have touched myself and had an orgasm in about one second. Apparently this was mutual, because I could hear Whitman’s breathing change, and I knew he was close. I reached back and grabbed his ass to pull him in close to me, and as I did, I said, “Don’t cum yet.”
It was a request, not a command, obviously. He let me have my way. I wanted to wait yet ONE MORE DAY so I could a) take advantage of the two-day-long teasing buildup, and b) be fully awake for the event.

The next day I awoke with wet panties and I continued to drip for him all day.
I could hardly wait until we had the house to ourselves.
FINALLY!

Whitman naked: check
His ass propped up high: check
Sexy hard cock in my hand: check
My face buried between his cheeks: check

I ended up sucking him off while stroking his cock with one hand, and the middle finger of the other hand massaging his prostate. And we all slept happily ever after.

Welcome Back

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Sep 302011

I’ve missed this blog. I’ve wanted to write…no, really. I have. It’s just a case of so much REAL SHIT happening. I mean REAL LIFE stuff. Most of it has been good, but it’s all been very time consuming. We’ve been very busy (and naughty) all summer long. So busy that we’ve had no time to write.

Seriously…

Fucking, drinking, testing new sex toys, traveling, looking sexy, being funny…MYGOD it’s SO.MUCH.WORK.

Predictive(predictable) Sexting

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Apr 122011

I use SwiftKey “smart keyboard” for my phone. It ‘learns’ words and phrases that I use, and offers them to me as I type — a little more reliably than regular predictive text. Sometimes. Sometimes I think it’s making jokes at my expense, or I’m a slutty drunk. Maybe both.

I started typing “Enjoy your first day of v…”
(where ‘v’ = ‘vacation’).
My phone’s #1 suggestion?

VODKA.

Yes, friends, enjoy your FIRST DAY OF VODKA.

I started typing ‘Get your butt…’
(intended phrase = ‘get your butt to school!’)
My phone’s first suggestion for the next word in this phrase?

PLUG.

GET YOUR BUTT PLUG??

Am I really that easy? Probably.

Fucking Drunk

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Mar 252011

I like to drink. I love to have a glass of wine while cooking, or a cocktail after work.
Or a few glasses, maybe.

Whitman likes to drink. Same thing. Cocktail hour, wine with dinner, etc.
Or cocktail “hours,” that is.

Somehow, when we’re together, it seems like I get “DRUNKER” than usual. I think he does, too.
I don’t think that I actually drink that much MORE.
Maybe I’m love-drunk. Maybe he fucks me until I FEEL drunk.
Maybe the sum of the two of us together equals more drunky-ness than each of us individually.

So, during ‘cocktail hours,’ just like in the rest of our life together…the two of us together are SO MUCH MORE than we are by ourselves. I love it.
Is it five o’clock yet?