Happy 6th !

Today is the 6th anniversary of Debbie's Dirty Little Diary.
Even though I went on an extended “sabbatical”, I’m back, better than ever, and ready to celebrate.

The modern gift for the 6th anniversary is wood. In light of that I thought I would be able to pick and choose some CBW’s to show off their wood. That was impossible, so check out all that wood here and choose your own favorite.

The final part of my celebration is a bit selfish. I've decided to make a list of my top three stories in different categories. Check them out for the first time, or enjoy them all over again.

Please help me out and vote for your favorite genre at the end of the list.  Remember you have to ask for what you want or Dirty Debbie can't give it to.


Blowjobs
Debbie Does You #3
Fuck Me Like You Fuck Her – Part Two
Now It’s Face to Face (Delight Part Two)

Masturbation
The Unlocked Door – Part One
Tell Me
Bath Time For Debbie

Bondage and Force
You Are Mine! (Part Two-The Maid Gets Made)
Is It Safe?
Give It Up Woman
 
Threesomes
Debbie Does You #2
Let’s Enjoy The Buffet
The Unlocked Door – The Finale

Fetish and Kink
Winter Storm
You Are Mine –  Part One
Strapping It On For Him – Part Two




A thank you to all my readers, new and old.

The Grand Re-Opening

Yes, I’ve decided to re-open my diary, re-open my mind, and re-open my legs to feel alive again.
I always enjoyed writing and sharing it with you. It may take a couple stories to totally ramp up, but I’m up for it. Please remember to start submitting to CBW using the link on the sidebar. If you’d like Debbie to do you, read about it in the link on the sidebar and then send an email. Go to the DDY page to read the set of Debbie Does You entries.

Now let’s get on with the celebrating.

The other night I decided, to get my self back into the mood and become Dirty Debbie again by taking my laptop to my bed. In honor of the occasion, I had bought myself a brand spanking new pocket rocket. I stripped my clothes off, moving a bit too close to the window with the shades open. I didn’t close them. I settled onto the cool clean sheets as I thought, “watch and learn” for anyone who would catch a glimpse.

I pulled the new vibrator from my nightstand, plumped up the pillows, lit my favorite candle and started re-reading some of my favorite stories. I amazed myself at how quickly my pussy got wet. Is that awful for someone reading her own erotica? So what if it was, it just added to that naughty feeling that often gives sex that special luscious feeling sometimes. I kept reading, feeling that familiar ache and throbbing inside me. I didn’t notice it right away, but my legs had started to separate and my fingertips were ever so lightly tracing my hard nipples. The story that really started me off and running (or should I say got my vibrator off and running?) was a Debbie Does You story number 3 to be exact. I had put so many of my favorite things into it, a blowjob, a stranger, and the danger of public sex. It was just all too yummy! I was barely half way through when I turned on my vibe, ran it once down my wet slit, then back up to my very swollen, very needy clit. I teased myself, lightening up and tracing my inner lips. The first two fingers of my left hand spread my lips wide and my fingertips became as slippery as my hot pussy. I pushed the laptop off me. I moved that little humming bit of pleasure closer to my clit, hitting just that right spot, a bit to the right…ohhhh…yess. My free hand lifted my left tit up and I bent over to bite my hard nipple. I came so damn hard I think I scared my pet cat!

Those cool clean sheets were now wrinkled, warm, and damp.

I took a deep sigh and was inspired to be Dirty Debbie again.

Thanks for stopping by…and keep cumming!

Love Yourself !

Spring blooms in May, so why don't you? It's National Masturbation Month. Take some part of this month to learn to love yourself more.
A large part of my sex life is loving myself. Some people may find it lonely or desperate, but it is fun and can be a way great way to discover yourself.For the gals there's all sorts of fun toys and instructions:
Jamye Waxman's "Getting Off"
Babeland is my favorite toy store and some of their new toys are described on the Babeland blog.

For men, women, and couples About.com has a lot of articles to choose from here.

Finally if you need a little more help click for Fleshbot's Flesh Flicks.

The Unlocked Door-Part I

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Playing Solitaire

Masturbation!
We all do it, but it's not talked about much.
There are special shops, not only online, but everywhere where you can buy "toys" specifically for that purpose.

I've used masturbation to help me sleep, to relieve stress, and as the final ending after I've written one of my stories for The Diary.

The last couple of times that I indulged in my pocket rocket I thought about what a lonely experience it actually is. Skin to skin contact is so much better. I can't deny that it feels good.
The irony has become a bit of a dilemma for me.

Anybody out there agree with me or have they had the same experiences?
I'll look forward to your insights.

To see Dirty Debbie enjoying one of her toys, check out Debbie's Bath Time
A no nonsense guide to masturbation can be found at WebMD
The myths about masturbation are busted here.

Debbie Does You #2 - For Matt

This time it was Matt that sent along his fantasy. it took me a little while to get to him, but I hope it's worth it. It was easy because it's one of my favorite subjects, the great fun of having two men. Also known as a Debbie sandwich.
His email was precise, but just the first line made it able for me to fly:

I re-read a 3some post and hoped to offer this inspiration.

Hold on Matt, here we go...

It had been a long, lonely weekend so far. I’m dangerous when I feel lonely and neglected.
CJ got home early from work and I suggested that we go out to one of our favorite small, dark bars for margaritas and some fun groping. He just needed a little down time after coming home, and then he was happy to go out with me. After only a couple of drinks, I was playing with CJ and allowing him to play with me. I wanted to tease another man at the same and was dressed to do just that. A plunging neckline, short skirt, and black stockings were all I needed to be as provocative as I needed. The feeling of the palms of CJ’s hands running up my stockings made my drinks taste even better.

Knowing my insatiable appetite CJ didn’t seem to mind when I began to give a younger man at the bar the once over. Eventually I winked at CJ, picked up my drink and walked over to the bar. I sat down next to the young man that was alone. I smiled and spoke softly, being turned on knowing that my husband was watching me. I learned that my new friend’s name was Matt. I introduced myself and showed him where CJ was sitting. They raised their drinks to each other then we got back to speaking. Matt was a bit quiet and somewhat shy to start. When I mentioned how much I enjoyed the company of men I think he actually blushed! He coughed and took a big sip from his drink. I smiled at him and tried to make him feel more at ease. I wanted to make it clear that I wanted him to play with us.

The innuendos started and we had fun playing the game men and women play. Once Matt seemed a bit looser because of the alcohol, I invited him over to our table. He agreed to join us. Now it’s CJ’s turn to make friends. After what I consider a brief amount of time he becomes much more bold in his questions.
“What do you think of my wife”, CJ asks Matt.

He seems a bit taken aback by it and shrugs his shoulders, becoming shy again. By now we were all feeling good. CJ put his hand on Matt's shoulder, leaned in and said,
“You want to watch me fuck her?”
He continued, almost offended,
“She’s mine and I’m the one that gives her the cock she needs.”
Those comments and that question seemed to be what got everything rolling. Both the men began to leer at me. Matt all of a sudden seemed to start confessing some of his more interesting preferences in regards to the bedroom. Matt spoke of how he has fantasized about being the second man in a threesome. He loved to watch so he wanted to join us, take some pictures, and if you’ll excuse the pun, see what develops. I was excited already. This was all a bit different from our usual encounters. My pussy was responding by starting to get damp and I wanted to explore these men in my bed.

We paid our tab and left the bar. Matt followed us on the brief drive to our home. We were there in about 15 minutes and we gladly invited him in. Another drink was in order. CJ poured them as I looked for our camera. I brought it to him and asked if he knew how to use it. He practically grabbed it from me and I noticed the bulge that was growing in his pants.

I sat next to CJ on the couch, looking into his eyes in anticipation. I could feel an electric excitement between us. He pulled me close to kiss him deeply. As he did, he pulled up my short skirt up over my ass checks. The black pantyhose were crotchless and exposed my rounded ass. As soon as I began to kiss CJ I heard the click of a camera and saw a flash. It helped me begin to fall into my part.
As the camera heightened my excitement, I kissed CJ more deeply. I wanted to be in a more comfortable place, like my luxurious bed. CJ sensed this. He pulled off my skirt and my blouse and spun me towards Matt. Again, more snapshots were taken. Matt wasn’t saying a word; he was just taking in the view and taking advantage of having a camera in his hand.

Finally, Matt started to tell me how to pose. He wanted me to hold my tits up and squeeze them as he continued with his picture taking. All three of us moved to the bedroom, turned on the lights and got comfortable.
“Keep those stockings on her”, he asked CJ.
We did as Matt asked, after all this was his show. CJ seemed to tear into me right away, biting at my neck and nibbling my tits and hardening nipples. Matt was beginning to strip as he watched this. I turned my head and smiled at him as he did. I kept watching Matt. It was wonderful, as CJ started to suck on my tits Matt’s cock sprung from his pants. Matt snapped a pic as CJ moved down to my trimmed pussy. Once he did that Matt couldn’t hold back and started to stroke his cock slowly. I could see that his cockhead was already glistening.
I spread the lips that were slightly hiding my clit and begged CJ to lick me. Matt took another picture and I was turned on even more. I loved the feeling of being a porn star and somehow Matt was helping me play the part very well.

I moaned out as CJ’s tongue hit my sensitive clit and I turned my head to watch Matt quicken his strokes. There were even slight moans escaping from him. I felt my pussy seem to swell from CJ’s tongue and I could feel my own wetness being forced from my cunt.
CJ picked up my head and threw the top half of my body over the edge of the bed. As he did I could see his hard cock bulging from his body. His sac was tight. It was a handsome sight. Matt was actually managing to keep his hand on his dick and the other on the shutter release. I turned my head back to CJ just as he was splitting my cunt and jamming his cock inside my soaking pussy. He stuffed me as he cried out a fantastic “Fuck!”. As he did I told Matt to get one more shot of me being fucked and to join us on the bed.
He did as I instructed. He lay right next to me. I told him that I would let him rest for a bit. I licked the palm of my right hand and grasped his firm thick cock. He was rock hard and hot and I began stroking immediately. Matt got into my hand job right away and was practically fucking my hand as he watched CJ fuck my pussy. His left hand moved to my tit and he pulled on my nipple as I stroked faster and CJ fucked me to the same rhythm.

The three of us were making a beautiful hot ring of fucking. I could feel Matt’s precum dripping onto my hand and I could tell CJ was getting close. I lifted my hips up and CJ drove deep inside, knowing I was about to cum, and he was right. My cunt clamped down on his dick as the waves of orgasm worked their way down my hot pussy. As this happened I stroked and pulled on Matt’s cockhead faster, and faster as he moaned out. CJ pulled out of me as he was ready to cum and sprayed my abdomen with his hot goo. Once Matt saw that he wasn’t far behind and he came all over my hand.
There were still some last photos to capture. Matt grabbed the camera as I ate his cum off my hand. Then he got some close ups of my jizz sprayed stomach.
I was high on men and sex and laughed as I said, “Wow, cum inside and outside of me”.

I'll always help a reader (male or female) with their fantasy.
Just click on the picture on the sidebar that looks like this:

Secret Sins: Chapter 8 "Subway"

Sometimes the shit that I go through just seems a little too weird, you know, akin to a fantasy flick where the heroine jumps from some different reality back and forth until she's not really sure exactly where she resides.
That's my world, and welcome to it.

Living as I said in a major metropolitan city can be taxing at times; however the perks that one picks up in relation to art, culture and the vibe of life is exhilarating. Getting around is somewhat of a hassle, but that's where our story continues.
Ben had contacted me in the usual way with a somewhat unusual request, one that I felt may break the rules of my 'company', but hey - he's the boss.
Without giving anything away as to where we were, lets just say that the city has a subway and for the sake of argument, that it's routes are labeled by color.
Since this was my city, I knew my way around, but when Ben emailed me the specifics, I was a bit hesitant: meet the contact in the subway on the Purple line after the, oh shall we say, Main Street stop at 9:15 in the morning.

Usually, the subway is pretty crowded at Main, but the directions were clear: the contact would be dressed just like any other business man, except that he would be leaning against one of the poles and would be wearing one black sock and one brown.
I was to say nothing, except to sidle up to him and pleasure him there discreetly.
An interesting prospect to say the least, with elements of naughtiness and possible embarrassing humiliation at being caught as well.

Wanting to calm myself before this strangely dangerous encounter, and wondering how I would perform my job in front of so many people (!), I decided to ford the waters of rush hour by starting off riding the subway from one side of town to the other, with all the requisite stops and transfers that would put me on the Purple Line at Main Street at the exact time required.
The slow bump and grind of the subway car over the rails began to exhilarate me, and I wondered if any other women that traversed this route on a daily basis allowed herself to be sexually excited by the movement of the train, with it's swish swish, bump bump back and forth motion. Try it sometime where you're on one. Close out all the other passengers around you and just suppose that the subway car is some sort of giant and you're sitting in his lap as he ambles along.
Swish swish, bump bump.
By now my pussy was getting pretty wet from all the shaking and rattling, and the Main Street stop was fast approaching. Much to my chagrin so had the rider count. Certainly more than a few people exited the train at the Main Street stop, but many more got on.
The doors slipped almost silently shut and low and behold, there a businessman began to lean on one of the poles.
Moving from the position I was holding near the opposite door, I moved closer to see his socks, but damned if his suit pants were covering them. Feigning the recovery of a fumbled cell phone at my contacts feet, I bent down as the train lurched forward, just in time for Mr. Businessman to catch himself enough to show me that indeed, he did have mismatched socks beneath his pants. I wondered what ELSE was beneath his pants, slut that I am.
I digress.

Standing back up after recovering the cell phone, I sidled next to the guy on the pole. Since the Main Street stop, ridership in the car had increased exponentially which made my job a bit easier since all the seats were filled and many remained standing.
Having taken this subway line before, I knew that there was a portion of rough track ahead where several subway lines intersected and traversed crossovers and switches. Perfect timing!
As the cars began to lurch to and fro (swish swish, bump bump) I decided to reach turn my body sideways and reach down to grab Mr. Businessman's cock through his light wool pants. Mr. Businessman raised his head from the paper he was reading, his left eyebrow shooting skyward as my hand began to stroke his cock. Remaining nonchalant, I was looking out the window or staring at the ads plastered all over the car, just like everyone else. As I said, it was a bit crowded and there really IS nothing much else to do. I looked just like everyone else.

Mr. Businessman really didn't react all that much as his head quickly went back to the paper he was reading, and I continued the long stroke.
Mmmm. I love a man who wears silk boxers, and a stiff cock is easier to stroke through pants where he is wearing them.
Bump bump, swish swish. Back and forth, back and forth.
Harder and harder Mr. Businessman's cock got through that combination of silk and wool, and hotter and hotter my pussy got thinking about if anyone else saw what I was doing.
Suddenly, Mr. Businessman's head rose and tilted into the air from his paper, his eyes closed and I heard several small grunts issue from his throat as the cock in my hand got über stiff and then suddenly much slipperier.
Ooops.
Vermont Circle was approaching, and I guess this was my cue to get off the subway. Frankly, I most certainly wanted to get off that subway car with its swish swish and bump bump so I could get off on my own. God I was horny by that point!

Exiting the subway car at just the last moment before the doors closed, I glanced backwards to see that Mr. Businessman had stopped reading the newspaper and instead had folded it up and was holding it quite tightly at his crotch.
"Another mission accomplished, another client satisfied,” I thought with a smirk as I hurried up the escalator to cross the tracks in order to catch the subway going the other way. There I go again: going up and going down. Now isn't that the story of my life?
Riding back to the station where I left my car gave me quite some time to think, and indeed my hands found their way to my pussy, touching her lips gently with the sway of the train. Since there were fewer people on this train I decided to practice a little frottage and stood hugging a pole between my breasts as the train lurched back and forth. If you're a woman, I highly recommend this type of masturbation whenever you can get away with it. Just stand with your body back a bit from it, and let the pole hit your tits and nipples as the subway car sways back and forth.
Conversely, you can grind your pussy into the same pole for a sensation that you will not soon forget.
Did I mention that I missed my stop?

Climbing out of the subway station and into the bright sunlight, my cell phone finally caught a signal and alerted me that I had missed a few calls and messages during my little subterranean adventure; one of them was an urgent text message from Ben.
I was a bit puzzled for a second after reading it, and then I realized what had happened.
Ben's message was simple and direct: "Where were you? Our client said you didn't show up for the 'meeting'".
I guess lots of businessmen make the mistake of getting dressed in the dark.
LOL!

It’s Time to Open Again (Toy Drawer #4)

Yes, it’s been a while since my feature the ‘The Toy Drawer’. In fact, the last post on that was on June 11 2006. If you are a newer reader below are links to my previous Toy Drawer. This doesn’t include the movie of me in the sidebar with my waterproof rabbit.
1. The Tickler
2. The Cupless Bra
3. Petals For My Clit

I now want to present one of my newer and most favorite toys, my Pocket Rockets, present and future. The present one first. It’s a real workhorse. It’s white, as with most pocket rockets it has only one speed and one tip. My newest one from Babeland is purple, waterproof, has one speed (although I believe it’s less intense than the other), but it has four interchangeable tips, not to mention a cute lavender pouch for it. I keep an extra battery in there.
As many of you know I very much enjoy the indulgence of cybersex. It’s safe, gives you a chance to ‘try’ things you might not usually do in a bedroom and CJ is cool with it, not considering it cheating. In addition, it gives me inspiration for my writing. It just wouldn’t be the same without my pocket rocket. I prefer it to any other vibe I have including my rabbit. Moreover, I think it’s the easiest vibrating toy to use in bed.

As CJ knows, when my clit is played with just right she swells, hides coyly, and helps me explode in a grand orgasm. It may be hard to believe, but that little love nib is a bundle of 8000 nerve fibers, that’s more than twice as much as the head of the penis does. So, when I don’t have a tongue around (her preferred form of stimulation) my pocket rocket is a good replacement.

When I cyber I just tilt it to the side of my engorged clit, turn it on, and let it hum. Letting my swollen lips in on the fun too. This leaves my hands free to type or tug on my nipples. If I’m not careful I’ll cum too fast. Yes there is a ‘too fast’. I like the aching feeling of my turned on wet cunt to last for a while, it makes for a more intense and often multiple orgasms….yummy!
I am looking forward to playing with the new one. It has different tips from smooth to just a few bumps to very textured. It all depends on your mood, and isn’t that part of a woman’s prerogative?

Tell Me

It was a typical Sunday afternoon. I had most of my chores done and spent the rest of the day relaxing in my own special way. CJ works on Sundays and I always enjoyed having the place to myself. There is something about being alone sometimes that gives you the opportunity to be whoever you wish to be. That comes in very handy for my writing and me.

CJ got home this particular Sunday at his usual time and I was waiting for him to ask him how his day went as he changed into more comfortable clothing. After he changed and made himself a drink he came to join me in the living room.
I started to ask him how the day went, but he interrupted me with “Tell me what you did today”


I suppose I deserved the interruption. The week before I had told CJ how bad I had been in my favorite cybersex chat room. CJ isn’t into that kind of thing as far as I can tell, but he says he understands why I like it and that he doesn’t have a problem with me whoring myself out in cyberspace.

“What do you mean”, I said ever so innocently.

He made himself comfortable on the other side of the couch than the one I was sitting on and told me not to bullshit, that I knew exactly what he meant, and he was right. He actually seemed to enjoy hearing about my little virtual trysts.
This is what I told CJ about this week: I went into my chat room and it was empty. I really wanted to get some guys off, so I waited patiently. It took about 15 or 20 minutes and one of my regulars came in, Mr. ‘C’. This guy’s specific taste included getting sucked off long enough to make his cock good and wet for my asshole. Then he would fuck my ass mercilessly as I begged to be spanked.
After telling CJ about the first encounter, he was already hard. I could see that visually sexy and satisfying bulge that men get when they start to get hard and they are still wearing pants. It’s always a turn on for me. I looked down at CJ’s crotch then back up at him and asked him if I could feel him.

“Of course baby, you always can”, he said gently.

I just pushed my hand against his hardness and rubbed my palm along the underside of his rigid dick. He softly moaned out his pleasure and asked me to tell him more. I took my hand away, rubbed it against my clit, through my pants, and continued with my tale of debauchery. I always like it when more guys and gals come into the room and watch me. Another of my regulars came in while I was doing ‘C’. He liked watching me, spanking me, and making me gag on his black cock. According to him I was his white whore and I played the part well. This time he wanted ‘C’ to fuck my ass harder to shove my mouth down his cock. ‘L’ always liked to tell me how he was stroking his thick black cock for me.

“You really don’t mind that I tell you this”, I asked CJ again.

He explained that he loved it and thought it was hot. To prove it to me he pulled his cock from his fly and stroked it, showing it off for me just the way I like it. I put my hand down my pants this time and began to finger my damp pussy.

“Keep going, don’t stop”, he said.

The room continued to fill up. I have convinced myself, right or wrong, that once some people see my screen name they come into the room. ‘L’ stepped away from me and a new guy ‘N’ moved into to first play with my tits and then move under me to fuck my aching wet pussy.

“You like all that cock don’t you Deb?” CJ said to me as he squeezed his cock.

I smiled and nodded and kept going. As I would push down on the cock in my cunt and then up on the one in my ass I thought how fantastic it felt, it just brought me closer to cumming. Eventually a young girl, ‘H’ came in the room and wanted to join the fun. We told her to join us. Since my mouth was free I ate her fine young pussy as I got it from both guys.

“Oh damn Deb, you ate pussy too?” CJ said to me.
“Yea, and I liked it, making another woman cum, the taste of the nectar”, I answered.

CJ pulled his balls out and tugged on them as I kept playing with myself.
“Do you want to see my tits or I should I just kept talking?” I asked CJ seductively.
“They’re mine, let me see ‘em”, he answered.

I took off my blouse and bra and I carried on with my wicked tale. I explained to CJ that after a while I just sort of lost track of the men and women. One guy wanted me to eat ‘H’s ass. I obey most every command while I’m in that room. I moved my tongue from exploring her pussy to tongue fucking her asshole. It wasn’t too long after that that I came, and came again.

“I know you were taking it all in hon”, CJ said as he smiled at me.
Well, those are the basics of my afternoon I told CJ and finished by showing him part of an email I received from ‘C’, the first cock of the day.

“Hello to the hottest nastiest chat room slut ever, how’s that for an opening line of an email. Anyway thank you for another mind blowing nasty cum. It was so fucking hot. Mmmmm loved you taking on all those hot cocks and that you still had time to suck the little girl’s asshole.”

Then I just loving looked at CJ, pulled off my pants, and slowly climbed on top of his stiff cock, saying only one thing, “I can do you a thousand times better babe”

Does This Describe You? (Reply II)

Don't forget to check out Part I first

James returned from his uneventful business trip the next evening. Everything was seemingly the same. There was no way that he could tell I was experiencing a moral dilemma. The fight with my demons was kept well hidden, deep inside me.
Every chance I could, usually once in the morning and once at night, I was searching for a reply. I didn’t know if his reply would be public, on the bulletin board, I had hoped not, or private, in my own inbox.
Both remained vacant. After a couple of days I figured that it was karma. I was being shown that the whole thing was a bad idea and I started to check less often.

I was having my coffee on a sunny day as I perused my inbox when I saw something that sent shivers down my back, not to mention other places:

AdamsMark01 Intrigued

Dear Debbie

Of the few replies I received to my ad, yours seemed to be the most real, the most human, and I was intrigued.
I respect that you don’t want to cheat on your husband, but are free enough to perhaps chat and trade some pictures.
I don’t want to make you do anything you don’t want to. What do you think of the idea of trading regular pictures (nothing in the nude) and you tell me more about yourself like what kind of things please you in bed. What newness and attention do you need?
I truly look forward to hearing from you.
Enjoy your day
Mark

Once I finished reading the email, and rereading it, I slammed down the lid off my laptop. I sat at my sunny breakfast table in shock. He actually chose to write back to me! My mind was racing with what I would write in my reply. I took a deep breath, got another cup of coffee, and opened the lid of my laptop. I chose a recent picture of myself in a little black dress. I then proceeded to write a long reply. Something in me just let loose, it’s as though I had to let someone know about my fetishes, my fantasies, and my needs. First, I told him of my philosophy regarding adult consensual sex. I explained the natural view I have about sex, that it invigorates me and makes me feel younger. The passion and attention that I show my lover and at the same time expect.

I moved on to my special fetishes, my preferences, some of the things I really enjoy in my favorite playground, my bed. The feel of natural fibers against my skin, silk to leather. That I like to collect nice lingerie and panties. I was proud of that collection and enjoyed showing it off. I liked a man who took his time and as we explored and worship every part of each other’s bodies. I felt as though I should move onto my fondness of kinkier things like bondage and discipline, my ability to get submissive, and role-play as a start. Other little things I included were the way talking dirty turned me on, my toy drawer and its contents, that I was bi-curious, and longed to write erotica. I finished up with the fact that just writing the reply had me turned on and I was going to get my waterproof rabbit vibrator and jerk off in the shower.
I let Mark know that I was anxious to hear back from him and hit the Send button.

I stripped, got my rabbit out of my toy drawer, and got into the shower. The little rabbit ears tickled my clit perfectly as I pumped my pussy on the purple life like shaft. I came easily and exploded, again moaning in an empty house.

Again, I was waiting, but this time I knew an adventure was on it’s way.

Does This Describe You? (Reply I)

Are you Married and Not Getting What you Deserve? - m4w - 38 Hi, does your husband not appreciate all that you do for him? Does he not tell you how beautiful you are every morning? Does he just roll over when you want to have some sexy fun? Does he not listen when you want to tell him about your hopes and dreams? And, most importantly, is he not a giving lover who knows how to please you?

I know some women out there must fit that description. I'm a 38 year old professional, educated, attractive (5'9", in shape), black hair, hazel eyed guy who is happily married but who misses that exciting feeling of being with someone new. You know, the first time someone new leans forward for a kiss. The first time that person goes down on you, and vice versa. And the hot kinky fun that can be had of being with someone when the main purpose is sexual fulfillment.

If you know what I'm talking about, then you definitely should write. I will gladly trade pics and we can see what happens. Talk to you (those of you who are looking for adventure :) ) soon.

I was living in a small town when I first read this on a personal bulletin board on the Internet. Whoever wrote these few paragraphs was good. He had my attention at the first line and each sentence drew me in further.
I was so ashamed. Could I actually be thinking about cheating on my husband?
I loved my husband very much. Over the past 20 something years we had what I would consider a typical marriage, not boring, we had interesting lives on our own and a wonderful shared life.
There was just one problem. The problem was described in the personal posting with one sentence: Does he just roll over when you want to have some sexy fun?
I liked sexy fun. My husband, James, used to like it, but lately hasn’t been very attentive in that department. The children were out of the house now, we were empty nesters and I had pictured a revival of our sex life, but it didn’t happen.
I had even started to entertain the idea that he was cheating on me. I hoped it wasn’t true, but I was running out of reasons. Occasionally he would try to assure me, or we would fight about it, but nothing ever seemed resolved. Nothing ever changed. I know that being a couple is more than having sex. I do know that being a couple does and should involve intimacy, the bringing together and sharing of two lives. I just wasn’t feeling it. I wasn’t feeling wanted in that special way.
I kept rereading the post a few times over the course of a week.
Cheating was wrong. Getting fucked, feeling good wasn’t worth what I’d lose.
I forgot about it and didn’t do anything.
The following week I was again alone, James was on an overnight business trip, and I was looking over the bulletin board again. And again, that mystery writer appeared. I assumed he hadn’t gotten an answer yet.
This time it was a different sentence that I kept rereading: If you know what I'm talking about, then you definitely should write. I will gladly trade pics and we can see what happens.
I thought, “That’s not physically cheating”. It was then I started on a roller coaster ride I had never expected.
I replied to his email address with the following:

Dear Sir:

I don’t fit all of the things you describe, but enough of them that I was moved to reply.
I don’t remember the last time I was told I was sexy and beautiful. He does more than just roll over; he falls asleep without a word. I know he has the ability to be a giving lover and please, I just haven’t seen that side of him in a couple of years.
I don’t want to cheat on him, but I would like to trade pics with you and have someone who will understand.
I’m not a lunatic. I’m not bringing any baggage along.
Let me know if your interested and I’ll send some pictures.

===debbie

After that, I walked away from the computer and went to the living room. I relaxed down on the couch and sort of meditated on what I just did. The more I thought, the hornier I got. James was gone so let my hand wander under my light cotton bikini briefs and to my needy pussy. I thought of my mystery man showing me a world sexual adventure. A man that would pleasure me in a dozen ways. My first two fingers spread my pussy lips and I began to rub my clit. I softly moaned as thoughts of my wet pussy being eaten by this man, thoughts of his mouth exploring my entire body, my ears, neck, breasts, nipples, elbows, knees, thighs, toes, and back again. I got wetter and slipped two fingers into my pussy as my thumb stayed on my clit. I thought of this man showing me his thick throbbing cock. I slowly fucked my own fingers as in my mind he begged me to taste him. I was so relaxed; this was a good jerking off session. Then I imagined he teased me with his cock at the entrance of my aching pussy. I played with my pussy deftly as I thought of being fucked like a whore by this person and soaked my fingers as I grunted and moaned out in an empty room.
The reality was that the only feeling of skin against skin was my own.

For now, I just have to wait and see what happens.

Celebrate !

Don't forget that May is National Masturbation Month.
Celebrate in your own fashion with yourself.
One site that will make you smile is Joy of Masturbation.
Another will teach you about the myths and realities of masturbation.

Make New Friends,but Keep the Old

One is the silver and the other gold.
CJ is golden and shines for me, always.









Last night I was chatting online with the male half of the new couple we are getting to know. It started out harmlessly, going over some emails we had exchanged. It quickly got hot.
Then I decided to run with an idea that CJ and I talked about, really half in jest. I offered our new friend a blowjob via the phone. He had never had phone sex, but was willing to give it a try. Now here’s the kicker: I wanted CJ to listen and watch while I did it.
I’ve been doing it for years, but I’ve never had an audience!
Before I started I told CJ that I feel like I become a different person and not to laugh. He doesn’t laugh *at* me, it’s just that he has a chuckle sometimes when I’m really wrapped up in sex and enjoying myself. It’s like he’s celebrating with me.

I lay on the bed, face down; CJ turned on the ceiling fan, it was a warm night last night, and the phone rang. We exchanged pleasantries. I gave him a quick tutorial on phone sex, ensuring him to just go with it and be free.
I’m not going to try and write the script verbatim here. I know, I know, you want it, but for me that wasn’t the really hot, sexy part. I started out playing, licking and nibbling his cock then moved onto devouring, eating, and sucking it, along with his balls. He progressed from his semi-hard state to a good stiff cock at attention because I was telling him to picture what I was doing to it.

As I spoke I hugged my pillow, kept my eyes only half open and ground my pussy into the bed. The thought of CJ next tome me completely faded from my mind. To me I was in the black lace bra and panties I had described to my partner, on my knees, in front of a stranger’s crotch.
Without any notice while I was moaning and sucking over the phone, CJ was off the bed and pulling my pajama bottoms off me. I instinctively presented my pussy to him and he fingered me as I continued on the guided fantasy. I didn’t tell my phone partner what was going on. I didn’t want him to think I was sharing my affections, that was for a later time, when we choose to all be together.

When I told him how much I wanted to taste his cum, he breathlessly commanded me to ride his hard cock. I described to him that I was lowering my wet cunt onto his him and almost as soon as the words escaped my mouth, I felt, in reality, hard, hot cock split my pussy lips and enter me. I had to keep from totally screaming out, but fuck it was great. I was listening to one man on the other end of the line getting off on my words while CJ was getting it for real.
Finally my new friend wanted to finish off in my ass. He told me to wet my asshole, and I felt CJ do it as I described it to him. CJ was taking his cues from my narrative. So, for example, when I said:
“That’s it, fuck my rosebud asshole”, he did just that and I could feel heat slamming into my ass. I was getting so hot and bothered I had to eventually tell CJ to stop. Believe me, that is a rare occasion.
My phone pal was close to the edge and pulled out of my ass and came on my cheeks, then ate his cum off them.

It was all very hot. We spoke for a while afterwards. I wanted to get back to the warm, real man next to me.
I was so close to cumming that CJ just pulled out my rabbit and finished me with it while sucking and biting my nipples.

Everything was all such a totally new, exciting, sexy experience.
Next, I’d like to have phone sex with the female half, if she’s up for it.
Those dirty little wheels in my mind are constantly turning, particularly since they’ve been well lubed again.

Learning To Write, Again

Recently I have gotten very involved with a cybersex chat room.
When I first got onto the internet in the mid '90's I was fascinated by this form of mutual masturbation.
Now my involvement isn't only for my pleasure or satisfaction, but also because it helps me in the role as sexblogger.
When I cyber I like the man, or woman, to be able to keep up with me, I need things to move along because inevitably things are escalating.

The other night one man was watching my cyber antics with one of new "regulars". He actually asked me if I was a 'bot'. When I asked why he would say that he said that my responses were so quick. The virtual lover I was with defended my honor by explaining what a quick wit I had to our audience.

It hit me then that the cyber sessions I have now actually keep me sharpened in regards to my writing skills. Of course it has a wonderful bonus of orgasm.
But seriously folks when I write a story, whether it's truth or fiction for this site, I have plenty of time to write it, edit, rewrite, until it says things just the way I want it. When I cyber the pace is quicker the need is more urgent. I have to quickly think of new ways to say the same old things and I find a lot of fun in that.
Yeah, I guess now I have a new fetish, semantics.
It's probably just a phase or stage I'm going through now, but I think several of my upcoming stories will be based on experiences and learning in my new favorite chat room.
As always, I hope my readers will let me know their thoughts on all of it.

Away From Home With My Boy Toy

My boy toy was first described here: Cyber Boy Toy

One thing that made this hour long encounter different was that I was completely alone and not at home. What made things even nastier is that I was in the living room of my mother’s house. Everyone had left for some ‘retail therapy’; it’s something I rarely get into, so I stayed at home.
My mom has a PC and dial up, but I was online on my iBook with a wireless connection that I had found using a nifty little utility called iStumbler.

My Yahoo messenger lit up with the presence of my young partner and he stopped in to say ‘hey babe’.
I returned the greeting and let him know that I was 90 miles from my usual spot, in my mom’s empty home.

I asked him what he was doing and he told me he was sitting at his computer naked and hard in an empty house, sort of like me. I knew that could lead to many possibilities and he agreed. He thought I was a party popper for being dressed. I assured him that I was no less in the mood for a party just because I had some clothes on.

I made the first move by asking what my young man needed on such a lovely afternoon.
First he wanted some more pics of me, some that weren’t up on the site yet.
He had a choice and I asked him what his pleasure was: pussy, cocksucking, fucking, it was his choice.
Being a typical hormone laden young man, he wanted one of each. So, I searched my hard drive for a few minutes and sent some along, as requested, one of each. He enjoyed them all, especially the one of me giving CJ head. Then he asked about the pussy shot. It was the one of me wearing my clit clamp. I explained it was a little piece of jewelry that added a little extra stimulation.
He thought it was ‘nice’, and I started to visualize that I was wearing it at that very moment, just for him, and told him so.

He wanted to tug at it with his teeth, pulling it off me. I wanted him to; I wanted him to be forcing my legs apart to do it, forcing me to open up my pussy to him.
It was getting me very hot, and I let him know it:
“I’m putting my hand down my pants just thinking of you playing with me, taking advantage of me”
Then came the ubiquitous question in cybersex:
“What are you wearing?”
I described my unzipped blue jeans and red button down blouse to him. He asked me nicely to unbutton my blouse.
As I unbuttoned I pictured him watching me, doing it slowly, teasing him, knowing that he wanted to see my tits. I coyly asked if he wanted to see my nipples and a resounding, “YES!!!” came onto the screen along with the desire to suck them.
I described my breasts to him, telling that my nipples were hard for him and I was pulling my tits up and over my bra. I didn’t want to take the time to unhook my bra. It makes my tits more at attention for him and my nipples harder.
He immediately started sucking and I immediately started moaning. Tweaking my own tits as I thought of watching him and hearing the slurping sounds of his suckling. I pulled him closer to my warm skin.

He seemed to get a lot more turned on very fast and exclaimed:
“Get my dick in your mouth!”
I’m such a slut for cock that when this request is made I can never refuse it and at that moment, I was on my knees lapping at his cockhead.
He moaned out as I continued and told him how great he smelled and tasted.
I ask him if it’s all right to eat more of his cock.
Again I got a resounding answer: “EAT IT ALL!, all the way to my balls Deb”
I slammed my face on his cock and sucked hard. I tell him to watch me as I hit his balls. My tongue comes out to slurp at his balls while his cockhead is firmly pressed against the back of my throat.
I wanted him to tell me I was a whore.
He moaned loudly how good the sucking was. Then told me to suck him off like a dirty whore. I kept at it.
I told him exactly what I looked like as I was on my knees worshipping his dick.
Slurping and sucking on his meat. My massive heavy tits swaying as I enjoyed my favorite meal. I described the feel of my tongue flicking against his hot hard meat.
This caused another big moan from cyber partner as he exclaimed:
“You’re going to make me blow a load here”
I told him how much I was enjoying sucking his dick and I was picturing how handsome it was now.
He went on to describe his now very hard cock, and assured me that he was handsome.
I started twisting his cock around in my mouth as I looked up at him for approval.
He could see my mouth full of his cock and said that’s just the way it should be.
Next I let him know how wet my pussy was.
I told him to tickle my clit with his free hand and to go ahead and shoot his load down my throat. I wanted him to watch me swallow him like a champ. I wanted to guzzle his hot cum.
He was ready to blow so I tugged at his balls and told him to drain them into my face.
The only way I can describe how hard he came is to directly quote what he wrote:
“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO SHIT YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

To say the least he shot me hard. He grabbed the back of my head and pushed it on his cock as I swallowed what seemed to be gallons of his hot jizz.
He pulled on my hair and kept fucking my face as he finished off.
Finally he fell out of my mouth, spent. As soon as I could talk I told him what a slut I was for his dick, but he already knew that.
He apologized for not pounding my cunt, but I had driven him nuts with my mouth.
I told him that it was all right because I prefer for him to stuff my pussy when I had my pants down and my vibrator with me.
He assured me that he would do that at another time and make me cum over and over again. I told him I had no doubt of that my shaved pussy would buck against him next time.

We made some plans for what the next time would include. He asked if I was into strap-ons. Truthfully I have been curious, but have never tried it in real life.
I was willing to try it in cyberspace first and he said it sounded like a plan. I reminded him that here in cybersex we could make anything happen and make it good.

We said our good byes and I ended by telling him that I would probably get myself off later.
Once I signed off I did take care of myself in a very nasty way. The front door to the house was open, I still had my tits out over my bra, and so without shutting the door I played with my tits and rubbed my swollen aching pussy until I came.
Not only was I thinking about my little encounter with my boy toy, but about someone stumbling along and finding me in ‘dire straights’.

Ah, it keeps you young doesn’t it?

Please Test The Movie For Us

CJ filmed me with my bunny yesterday. He edited it and I have uploaded it to my ISP to host it.
The link is in the sidebar.
Let us know if you have any problems seeing it.
If things work out well, we should have more in the future.

Bath Time for Debbie

I was one of the lucky one. The Rabbit Vibrator Lady choose me as one of the people she was willing to spread a brand spanking new Rabbit to.
I hopped on the chance so to speak and never looked back.
I chose the Bath Time Bunny Rabbit Vibrator.
He arrived on Thursday, and I had been waiting for the weekend to try him out. He was in my toy drawer, loaded up with batteries and ready to go, as was it.
I ran a good warm bath with bubbles tonight in preparation of my virgin ride.
CJ was willing to document things for me and got a perfect picture of the action, lots of movement.
I started out with the vibrations on low, but once insert I turned it up and turned it up as the pleasure both inside my pussy, and the rabbit ears gently slapping my clit urged me to cum and cum quickly. This toy was just the perfect size for me. It's firm with a jelly like exterior. The bumps around the head were a bonus.
With CJ urging me to do it again, I inserted the rabbit again and this time not only using the vibrations for fun, but I fucked myself with it was so good. I even came hard a second time. I had never used a rabbit before, but had been very curious. It has easily become my favorite toy.
I look forward to trying him in the shower next time, I'm afraid my knees might get weak though.
Check out all the different bunnies at The Rabbit Vibrator.

The Right Rx-The First Dose

"Another lonely day" is all I thought as I sat at my desk at work surfing my fellow bloggers sites and some of my favorite porn sites. Being the ever sexual being that I am I just can't seem to help it and of course, it got me all hot and bothered. I just had to get myself off.
You know how that urge starts to take over your whole body and you feel you just won't be able to think about anything else until you cum.
Since the office would be empty for the rest of the afternoon, I didn't even think about doing it in the ladies room.
Quickly the urge just took over me; I was down on the floor in no time.
Pulling my tucked-in blouse out and up enough to expose my bra, I pulled my tits out, keeping my bra on. It was one of those black satin ones today and I liked the feeling of it on the underside of my breasts.
"Now to get to that moist throbbing pussy of mine", I thought.

Unzipping my pants and pulling them down just far enough so that my hand could comfortable work it, I got up on my hands and knees. First, I pulled on my nipples a bit to feel that pleasure run down to my cunt, and soon I needed to get busier so I swayed slowly from side to side, allowing my hard nipples to graze the rough carpet, sending a constant supply of sparks down my body to my pussy.
With my hand free I move to explore and play with myself. My fingers ran over the small patch of hair I had left there during my last shaving session and pulled at the short pubes.
Then I easily spread my puffy lips to visit that warm, damp, wonderful place where my clit lives. As I started to encircle my clit, my ass and hips moved in small circles while my torso did the small swaying to pleasure my tits. I thought about the wonderful solo dance I was doing.

Then it hit me!
I forgot to lock the office door! I wasn't expecting any clients or reps and it was late in the day, but for safety's sake.. "I should lock it", I thought.
Almost as soon as I thought it, I heard the familiar buzz of the door alarm. My desk is right next to the door, and there I was, totally exposing the fact I was getting off at work.
Looking down, he saw me: it was the delivery guy from the pharmacy.
I was a deer caught in the headlights.
Startled at first, a grin soon came across his face. He was one of those teddy bear kind of guys: a bigger guy with a cute face, charming, and always polite.
I'm sure it was just a split second, but neither of us said anything for what seemed to be an eternity; I wanted the floor to just open and swallow me. Getting up off my knees, I started to pull myself together as best I could, but he stopped me.
"No need to get up miss", he said in a calm voice. Then he put down the bag of prescriptions he had brought on my desk.

I kept watching him, not saying a word, feeling only my body shaking as I stayed on my hands and knees. I could see the tent in his pants that his stiffening dick was making.
"Honey I've got the cure for you" he said as he moved behind me.
"It's an injection, but it won't hurt", he quipped.
Hey, I always preferred the real thing to my hand, so I figured, 'go with the flow Deb'.
"Let's just make sure we're not interrupted." he said locking the door behind him, then moved around my desk to face my trembling self lying semi-prostrate on the floor.
He pulled my panties and pants down to my knees, then lifted my knees up and pushed them to my ankles.

The next sensation was as surprising as it was exquisite. It was the feeling of his warm tongue running down my hot slit. After taking a few slurps, he slipped a couple fingers into my steaming cunt and he moved his tongue to my asshole, tickling my asshole expertly as I fucked his fingers.
Since I was already in a worked up state before he even got there I was aching bad for some real cock.
My pussy was dripping.
He kept playing, changing it up by removing his fingers, now soaked with my juices and slowly inserting one into my puckered asshole. Once that was done, he began eating my cunt again.
This time it was more than just slurping, he was devouring it, sucking on my lips, flicking his tongue on my clit, just feasting on me. I was moaning, but not getting out of control. I wasn't sure what the people in the other offices on the floor could hear.
Next, I heard the sound of his zipper being undone. It's a fantastic sound don't you think?

I looked over my shoulder to take a look. Yummy....what a site - a rock hard thick cock, glistening with pre cum, and just inches away from me. We smiled at each other. He began to slowly stroke himself and playing with his balls.

"Your cure includes an injection. Ready for it?"
"mmmmm", all I was able to say as I nodded my head and presented my pussy to him.
I watched him as he moved between my spread legs. He took one hand and put it on my back to steady himself as he guided his 'cure' into me.
There was no tease. He plunged deep into my snatch fast, straight, and sure. He grabbed my hips with both hands as he rammed what felt hot steel into me.
My waiting, aching, begging pussy grabbed him instantly and met every one of his hard thrusts.
I let out "AAAHHHhhh" almost every time he drilled me, as he let out groans.
Without skipping a beat he bent over me, with my back now supporting him, both hands were free. One found my clit and ran fast circles around it, finding just that spot, the other, tugging on my hard nipples. Being fucked so hard and so fast, I couldn't contain myself very long, and bucking up against him, started to cum.
Soon I had drenched his balls with the juices of my multiple orgasms. He soon followed, moving to his original position so he could cum deep inside me. He smacked my ass as he groaned out and shot his load. He waited a few moments then effortlessly slipped out of me.

Tomorrow....the second dose.

Convergence at the Conference

The tone of my voice dropped, became softer, and I spoke more slowly.

“Your cock is so handsome. I promise I’d treat you right. I’ll give you anything you want.”
“Don’t turn this around on me Deb, you tell me what you want, beg for it.”, was his only reply.
I sighed, trying to decide what I would want first from him; it really didn’t take too long:
“I want to be on my knees for you. I want; no, I need your cock in my mouth. Please push that cockhead past my full, wet lips.”
I could hear him moan, ever so lightly so I continued with:
“Did that make your cock twitch?”
“You fucking cock sucking whore, you don’t ask me questions like that!”, he loudly replied.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I just want to do right by you. I want to make you hard. I need to taste your cock!” I sobbed.
“Well bitch maybe if you shut up you could fit my meat in your mouth!”
Hearing that sent those electrical shots down past my tummy and to my pussy, making me wetter and ache more. I let out a small moan again.

“I’m running my tongue across your balls as I squeeze your dick”
Now it was his turn to moan and all he could seem to say was: “Yesss…”
“My tongue runs up your cock, tasting every inch, and since I never get enough I run back down again.”
This time he says nothing, only moans.
“My tongue snakes its way back up your hot meat and I easily pop your spongy head past my lips and teeth, look up at you and start sucking on it.”
I pull my cheeks in to make a sucking sound that he can hear.
“Ohh god…eat it all, suck my cock”, he said breathlessly.
“You watch me as slowly I suck you down my throat. Inch by inch your dick disappears from sight being replaced by the sensation of my warm, wet mouth sucking it.”, I tell him slowly and purposefully.

“Oh you cock sucking whore, now listen to this.”
The next thing I heard got me even more excited. He put the phone to his cock as he jerked off. I could hear that slippery, rhythmic, pounding of his meat.
This time it was me that was filling the room with moans. My pussy ached for release, and my hands ached to play with my clit, but I didn’t have permission yet. I was ready to beg again.
“I made your cock hard, can’t I please play with myself? Thinking of that cock of yours is driving me wild.”
“Touch yourself baby and tell me what you’re doing.”, was his answer.

A shiver ran down my back thinking of telling him how I was jerking off. I propped myself up on my pillows, bent my knees, and spread my legs. I could now see my bare pussy in the mirror across from the bed.
“I can see my pussy in the mirror. I’m moving my hand down and splitting my puffy lips. It’s a nice pussy just for you honey.”, I say
“mmmm…that it is my dear Deb, that it is. I love your hot cunt”, he answered.
“I can see how wet I am, my inner lips are all purple and shiny with my juices.
My clit is swollen and peaking out.”, I describe to him.
“Play with that pussy whore”, he demands.
Again, it’s easy to obey his commands.

“I’m slipping a finger into my steaming cunt now. I wish it were your hot stiff cock CJ. I’m still watching myself as I maneuver my thumb around my clit.”, I told him in between gasps.
“Push another finger in and fuck yourself you god damned nymph.”, was his next instruction.
“I’m pushing a second finger in, god I’m wet”, I moaned.
“That’s my cock Deb, fuck it.”, he said as I heard him jerking off again, this time at a faster pace.
“I’m riding my fingers and tugging on a nipple, can I cum? I want to cum on you, please?”, I begged.
“Soon baby, soon, let me hear you suck your tit.”, he said.
He’d seen me do this before in our bed. SO I removed my juicy fingers from my pussy and cupped my left tit, bent over and slurped my hard nipple into my mouth. I held the phone close by so CJ could hear my moans and the sound of me suckling my own tit.

“Deb I want to fuck you and make you cum”, he said, gasping.
“I wish I had more hands, I wish I had your hands on me.”, I said after letting my breast fall from my mouth.
“Cum for Deb, watch yourself cum in that mirror.”
I ached so badly I couldn’t think straight. Everything I did from now on seemed to be done on total animal instinct. I could barely keep the phone to my mouth because my palm was so sweaty. As I spread my juicy lips and played with my aching clit ever so gingerly, I murmured and moaned into the phone. I quickly hit that peak, that feeling of the point of no return. I knew once I felt that very first wave of orgasm it was downhill from there.

I sighed deeply and screamed into the phone:

“Fuck, fuck FUUUUUUCKK…I’m cummmming! Oh, I look so fucking glorious CJ!”

He didn’t say anything, all I heard was his deep breathing, but then I heard that that sound I live for when we are together, that familiar grunt right before his balls empty into me.
“Oohhh, mmmm, ahhh…fuck bitch, you did it!”, he said as he exploded.
After a short period of silence and repositioning, he said:
“Did you like that Deb? Feel better now?”
“mmmm,yummy”, was all I needed to say.
CJ laughed and promised me a better and longer time together when I returned home.
“Thanks babe, I love you”, I murmured.
“Sweet dreams babe”, he said.

Then….

Click.

I hung up the phone and turned out the light. I was smiling as I curled up against the pillows, closed my eyes, and fell asleep with a smile on my face and the knowledge that I would soon be winging my way home to make our fantasy a reality.

What Are You Wearing?

I was lying on a bed in another strange hotel, missing CJ.Business had again torn us apart for several days and I can never fall asleep without that feeling of CJ next to me. I have even arranged pillows next to me so I could have the feeling of a body next to me. It never really helped.

So I began my nightly routine to help me sleep when I’m away from CJ.
First, I get out of my stuffy business casual dress. I never feel comfortable in all that; I am much happier dressed in what’s comfortable.
Then I slip into an aromatherapy bubble bath.
Luckily, most of the hotels I stay at when I travel have some sort of bath additives and I do carry a small bottle in my kit, just in case they don’t. This time the hotel had supplied me with a wonderfully exotic scent: Sandlewood. Soon the warm water and scent envelop me and I feel my muscles relax.

It feels good, I think to myself, but not as good as the warm hands and musk of my lover. By spreading my knees apart I create my own very small wave, the bubbles and sandalwood lap between my thighs, up over my mound, to my navel and draw back again. It’s a warm, almost satisfying feeling.
I close my eyes and think of all my fluids ebbing and flowing. It makes me think of CJ again and of all the different ways he makes my personal tides move. Then my thoughts turn from the bubble bath lapping against me to CJ, his tongue creating the wetness inside me and outside his warm skin making my temperature rise.

As you can imagine it wasn’t too long until my hands moved between my thighs. I took the small round soap I was washing with and lightly ran it inside my thighs. My thighs quickly become slippery slopes and my fingers soap up my pussy lips.
I only teased myself. I didn’t want to get ‘all worked up’; it was bad enough CJ wasn’t here in the first place. I took several big sighs, moved my fingers away from my pussy, and just soaked, relaxing.
Next, I tune into some of my relaxation techniques while soaking, breathing deeply, removing the thoughts and stress of the day.

After some time I noticed that my fingertips were hitting the prune level so I stepped out of the tub, dried of, put on some moisturizer, and brush out my hair.
I still need to be hugged by something since my favorite hugger isn’t here to do it. My flannel nightshirt, the one CJ likes so much, does the job nicely, and falls over me quickly.
I walk over to the bed, more relaxed now, but nothing seems to get the thoughts of CJ out of my head. I start wishing he’d call. His voice is so deep and so sexy. He could read me the instructions to our coffee maker and I’d be turned on. I lie down, not ready for sleep yet. I figure some mind numbing show on TV might help and turn on the set. I go through the usual menu: video check out; hotel info; pay movies; adult movies, mmmm….should I?

I packed in a hurry and forgot to bring any toys with me on this trip. No! I want CJ! One of those movies would probably make me feel worse. I wish again that he’d call. I finally settle on the tried and true Tonight Show.
I have to admit that I am relaxed now. My eyes now open and shut, as I know that sleep will come. I think that after the seminars tomorrow I’ll be headed back home.
Goddess, I miss CJ!

Then, it happens: the phone rang!
My heart literally skipped a beat and I sat up straight in bed.
I quickly reach over and pick up the receiver, saying ‘hello’ expectantly.
And there it was, that soothing, deep, sexy voice saying to me: “What are you wearing?”
I giggle softly and fall right into the game. CJ had never been much into cybering or phone sex, but he knew I was, and was determined to fine-tune this technique for my sake.

So the fun begins….

“My black silk embroidered robe.. you know the one”
“Only too well” he answered.
“And you babe, and where are you?”
He went ahead and told me that he had a hard day at work and was relaxing on the bed. He was wearing his sweatpants and a t-shirt.
“I miss you so badly it aches babe,” I tell him
“Really and where exactly do you ache Deb?” he says, beginning the tease.

I explain the routine I had to go through to get relaxed enough to try to sleep without him in the bed. Then I answer his question quite directly,
“I’ve been thinking about you most of the night, my pussy aches.”
“mmm….I bet it does,” he replied, continuing the tease.
I didn’t want to wait for him. I didn’t want to waste time teasing each other here, so I got more aggressive:
“Damn, I need you to fuck me!”
“It’s not that easy bitch, I want to hear you beg, really beg for it”, he replied sternly.
I thought this would be easy, and things had taken a bit of an unexpected turn.

We had been apart for several days now and I figured that he would just do a quickie over the phone with me, we’d get off, and it would hold us over until tomorrow night.
Obviously, this wasn’t going to be the case.
CJ was worth it. I’ve begged for his cock before and I’d do it again, when it comes to him and Mr. Happy ‑ I’m not proud. I squirmed on the bed and loosened the belt of my robe.
“Please honey, please, the only thing that I need right now is you. I miss you in the worst way.”, I begged, knowing that it would be only the beginning.

CJ sort of laughed and told me I wasn’t telling him anything he hadn’t heard already and he wasn’t sure I wanted his cock and his cock only.
I squirmed a little again and moved my hand down to my warm mound, cupping my sex in my hand. I moaned, no whimpered just a little prompting CJ to speak again:
“No bitch. I know what you’re doing, but you keep your hands off yourself until I’ve been convinced you want me!”

I obeyed and told him so.

Tomorrow: Convergence at the conference.