Whirlwind week with Rhys...

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Yikes, how to put the last week or so into one post? I should have been keeping notes or something!

First things first, Rhys sent me a short, but sweet, text on his way home from my place Saturday morning telling me what a lovely time he had and that he'd "love to see you again". Bonus points there... We continued to email and IM over the next couple of days, mostly about nothing of consequence... Me joking about being sorta trashy for fucking on the first date:

Rhys: I like when you're trashy. In fact, I like you when you're not trashy. I just like you all around :) I haven't been able to get the image of you walking around your apartment in your underwear out of my head since Saturday...

*swoon*

We set another date for Tuesday, but late Monday evening, our instant messaging was becoming increasingly... um... naughty... I jokingly told him that I'd stocked up on condoms after our first date debacle and that I felt like a jezebel at the pharmacy, armful of giant condoms, picking up my birth control and that all that was missing was a pair of fuzzy handcuffs...

Rhys: haha

you like that sort of thing?

Me: I find fuzzy handcuffs a little tacky...
Rhys: well fuzzy handcuffs yes, but what about being tied up?
Me: nothing wrong with tying someone to the bed post :)
Rhys: hmm...
I've tied others, never been tied up myself. i'm dying for it to happen one day...
Me: i've been known to enjoy being tied to a bedpost or two :)
Rhys: I'll remember that you like it... i think we have a plan for date two...
Me: oh, don't you think light bondage is more of a third date activity?
Rhys: meh, who needs rules?
Me: i'm pretty sure there is a rule about not sleeping together on the first date, I definitely think you're not supposed to have a fuck to date ratio of 3 to 1
Rhys: well then it's established we're not paying attention to rules?
Me: I do have a lot of silk scarves... people always give them to me as gifts. i don't wear them, so i'm sort of at a loss for what to do with them...
Rhys: brb, just finding my wallet and keys...
Me: haha
Rhys: not kidding.
Me: you're coming over? when? now?
Rhys: fuck yes.
Me: ooh! leave now!
Rhys: I thought we established a quick fuck was perhaps tacky?
Me: stop playing hard to get... come over and fuck me. now.
Rhys: leaving now...

Within an hour Rhys was at my door. As soon as he walked in, I started unbuttoning his shirt and pulling at his belt. he hadn't yet changed out of his work clothes, and fuck me I'm a sucker for a man in a business attire... I kissed him deeply while working on his belt. Within moments, his pants dropped to the floor in the entryway to my apartment. He kicked them off impatiently and propelled me back towards my bedroom, reaching under my dress and sliding my black stockings down my thighs just as they hit the edge of my bed. Did I mention I love having a studio apartment sometimes? Front door to bed in seconds! Bed to fridge for post-fucking snack in less than 3 steps! Bed to couch in 5... It's the perfect love nest.

I collapsed back onto the bed as Rhys proceeded to roll my stockings down my calves and slide them off, tossing them aside. He divested me of my panties with hardly a glance... "Hey! I put on extra special pretty ones on the off chance..." I trailed off, looking up at him, grinning...

"On the off chance? You trollop!" he said with mock outrage, his eyes dancing "You had this all planned, luring me here with your talk of condoms and silk scarves!"

I giggled and pushed him off me, standing up to yank my dress over my head and toss my bra to one side. "I may possibly have had ulterior motives..."

Climbing on top of Rhys, I leaned over him to my bedside table, grazing his lips with my breasts as I did so. He raised his head to catch my nipple in his teeth, and I sucked in my breath as it sent tingles through to the tips of my toes. Rummaging in my drawer, I withdrew the giant 36 pack of condoms I had purchased that afternoon, followed by my collection of silk scarves. Grinning wickedly, Rhys reached over to take them from me. I pushed him back down on the bed and grabbed one wrist, looping a bit of silk around it before pulling his other arm up over his head to join it, looping the rest of the scarf around my headboard.

"Oh really?"
"Oh, yes" I smiled back at him. I grabbed another scarf and carefully wrapped it around his eyes, ensuring that he couldn't see anything. Rhys sighed and I watched goosebumps erupt on his arms.

I've been tied up lots of times, I like it. But I've never tied up anyone else before. I must admit, I liked the feeling of power it gave me.

For a moment I sat, looking at my 'victim'. Here he was, this guy that I still hardly really knew, tied to my bed and blindfolded; waiting for me to act. He was totally at my mercy, and I knew exactly what I was going to do to him.

I leaned over his face, allowing my now hardened nipple to brush his lips. It didn't take him long to recognize what it was, and he blindly devoured my left breast... I let him sample this appetizer, loving the feeling of him nibbling at me. That wasn't why he was here though, of course. It was my turn to feast ;)

Slowly I inched my way down his body, letting my hair dance upon his chest before lowering to kiss and gently bite his nipples. They responded delightfully to my touch, soft murmurs that escaped from Rhys's mouth telling me that he was enjoying himself. Further down I went, kissing every inch of his torso, my hair waving downwards towards his cock.

Face to face with his cock I took it in my hand, stroking it gently. Rhys's hips rose and sank with my movement, even tied up he wanted to be in control. Still holding him I quickly moved back to his mouth, catching him by surprise as I deeply kissed him. Normally I'm okay with my partner taking the lead, but this was my turn!

He gasped as I kissed him, his cock twitching as I continued to stroke it.
'Fuck me', he whispered, his voice husky with need. Silently I rushed downwards and took all of him into my mouth. Rhys groaned and writhed under me as I slipped my hand down to cup his balls, flicking the head of his cock with my tongue. I brought one hand up to circle his shaft and enveloped him in my mouth, warm and wet. Matching the strokes of my hand to the movements of my tongue, I savored every inch of his hard cock. Pausing, I glanced up to see Rhys's hands straining against the scarves, itching to be free and grab hold of my head as I pleasured him. God, I was loving being so in control...

Slowly, I moved my hand up his cock, releasing him from my mouth, instead turning to slow, lazy nibbles on his stomach, his hip, making little circles on his skin with my tongue, coming close to, but not quite, brushing my lips against his penis. Every time I got close, his cock twitched, straining to find me again. I leaned in closer, letting him feel my hair graze his thighs and my breath on him. 'Oh my god, I need to be inside you. Fuck me. Now!'

Figuring I'd tortured him (and me) enough, I leaned down again and took him completely in my mouth. By this time, I was aching for him, dripping wet and desperate to feel his cock filling my pussy, but I wanted this to be all his. I knew he'd repay me later... I intensified my attentions, using my hands in counterpoint, using my tongue to apply pressure to the sensitive spot on the underside of his cock, before moving down further and taking him deeper... I had one hand caressing his balls, so I knew the exact moment he was about to cum... his breathing was ragged, and I felt them lift and tighten... I slid my tongue back up his cock, focusing on the tip while I stroked him, urging him onward, wanting to taste him, feel him...

'Oh god, oh fuck... oh fuck, i'm going to cum'

Wordlessly, relentlessly, I continued stroking and licking and sucking and was rewarded soon after with his hot, sweet cum gushing into the back of my throat. I tightened my hand slightly, and licked the head of his cock as he shuddered a second time, and then melted into the bed. Lapping up the last lingering drop, I slid my body up his and pulled off the blindfold.

'Oh my fucking god you're amazing. But what about you?'
'Oh, I thoroughly enjoyed myself. Besides, now you owe me'
'I'll pay you back. Don't worry. Just as soon as I get all my limbs working properly again'

I laughed and reached up to untie him. He slid his arm down to pull my head against his chest and kissed the top of my head. 'I'm growing to quite like our 'dates''

Christ, this post is getting long, and I'm half distracted chatting with Rhys online. I'll have to continue this later... Needless to say, once Rhys had, ahem, 'recovered' we fucked like mad the rest of the night. I'm not complaining, but these late nights of fucking three or so times in the span of a few hours are hell on my work life! I've been so god damn exhausted this last week. But it's the best kind of exhausted, so I'll take it.

More to come!

long time, no post

Sunday, May 10, 2009

Sorry sorry sorry for not posting for ages! I've been seeing an awful lot of Rhys in the last week, and it's rather hard to post about my sexy escapades with a guy when they're going on non-stop... I'll try to write a longer post tomorrow and catch everyone up on my week, but for now, I'm utterly exhausted and heading off to bed.

One unexpected bonus from all this fun - I haven't had time to go to the gym, but with all the fucking, I haven't really needed to!

super hot friday night/saturday morning

Saturday, May 2, 2009

As you can probably guess from the title and the lateness of my post, my date went extremely well last night. Which is funny, because it started off, not on the wrong foot exactly, but certainly not in a way that would leave me to believe that we'd be fucking like mad mere hours later.

But I get ahead of myself, I suppose I should start at the beginning and lead into all the fucking...

We met in front of a church - it towers over the little square, so it was the best landmark I could think of. Rhys hasn't been in the city long, so I had to find somewhere in my neighborhood close to the subway and with a good, obvious landmark. I was super early, so I sat on a park bench and tried to figure out which guy walking alone might be Rhys. We had exchanged photos of course, but seeing someone in real life is much different. Especially if they sent you photos from when they were much younger, or better looking, or had more hair or less of a gut. I needn't have worried, because I spotted Rhys right away. I had sent him a quick text to let him know where I was sitting, and watched him walk in my general direction, scanning the crowds in the fading light. Remaining invisible for a moment served my purposes, it let me get a good look at him before he saw me.

At least his picture had been fairly accurate. He didn't wear glasses in his picture, but he did tell me about them, so I wasn't surprised. He was tall, and wiry. Not so skinny I'd feel like I behemoth in comparison, but definitely thin. I know that some women go for the muscled beefcake look, or the chiseled abs and perfect hair. But to be perfectly honest, that kind of physique just makes me nervous... I like a guy with strong arms, but giant muscles turn me off. I think it's because I'm so lazy myself. Any guy with a six-pack is going to be sorely disappointed when he finds out I'd rather lounge about on a Sunday, watching Family Guy and eating ice cream than hit the gym or go mountain biking.

I dated a guy like that once. He was like a Mountain Dew commercial - tanned and muscular and 'extreme'. Our dates consisted of grueling hikes, crazy mountain biking adventures and such. I wouldn't have been at all surprised if he suggested sky diving or wrestling alligators. The sex was hot, but he was a fan of all Olympic sex, all the time. And damn it, sometimes a girl just likes to have lazy sex that doesn't involve crazy contortions and swinging from the chandeliers... Not that I mind that on occasion, but after a 12 mile hike, let me just have some regular sex please! I broke up with him before he decided that we needed to go jump out of planes on snowboards or something. But I digress...

Back to Rhys. He seemed shy, and perhaps a little bit dorky, but I like that. I already knew from our emails and phone conversations that he had a wicked sense of humor and a biting wit. Even though I thought he looked fairly cute from afar, I have to admit I wasn't instantly attracted to him. Not that I didn't find him attractive, but sparks didn't fly or anything as dramatic as that.

As I debated getting up off the bench to let him know where I was, he turned his head and looked at me. He made his way over and said in his sexy accent "Chloe?". I nodded, and got up off the bench. We debated a bit about where to go for drinks, but as he doesn't know the neighborhood, he let me lead the way. Even though I know every bar in the area, I had a sudden attack of nerves and couldn't think of a single place to go. Everywhere seemed wrong. Too loud. Too full of drunken meatheads. Too romantic. Finally I sighed and said "let's just start walking this way".

I ultimately settled on a little pub where we could grab drinks at the bar. We ordered our beers and made awkward chit chat. Sitting at the bar was both good and bad. We had to keep turning to look at each other while we talked, but at least I wasn't sitting across from him at a table and feeling like an idiot. For all that we had sent dozens of emails back and forth, IM'd like crazy and talked on the phone, I couldn't think of a single thing to say. I honestly don't even remember what we talked about, all I know is I kept drinking more to cover the awkward silences. I remember thinking 'fantastic, another fucking shy person. and now we'll just sit here all night not speaking to each other'. I gulped the last of my beer and we ordered another round. Fuck.

After another round or two, we went to another bar. It was too loud for conversation, so we hurriedly finished our beers and went to another bar. And another. At one point, we walked across a small park on our way to yet another bar. Our lack of conversation hadn't really improved at all, but we were both on our way to getting steadily hammered, so it mattered less. At this point, I was a little unsteady on my feet. This despite wearing my Converse sneakers - I never wear heels on a first date if I can help it, I'm not all that graceful when drunk... I grabbed Rhys's arm for support as we made our way through the park. He seemed to take this as an invitation rather than the drunken lunge it was, because he wrapped his arm around my back and pulled me closer. I was in the middle of prattling on about something when he stopped dead and turned me towards him. Before my drink-addled brain could even formulate the 'oh my god he's going to kiss me' thought, his lips were on mine, probing, questioning... There was passion there, but also an inquisitiveness... is this alright? did I read you correctly? Christ, he's just as shy as I am! Emboldened by more beers than I could remember, and wanting to reward a fellow geek for taking the initiative and making the first move, I wrapped a hand around the back of his neck and kissed him back.

By the time we came up for air, I had my hand under his shirt, stroking his stomach and contemplating sliding my hand further, just under the waistband of his jeans. He gave me a crooked grin and said 'Right, where was that bar?" I giggled and grabbed his hand and we continued walking through the park. Every few minutes he'd grab me again mid-sentence and start nibbling on my neck, or he'd cradle my head in his hands and kiss me long and deep. I tend to talk a lot, especially when I'm drunk, so I wasn't sure if he just found me so charming and adorable that he couldn't help kissing me, or if he was just trying to shut me up. Either way, it worked. Our progress to the next bar was slow, making out frantically every 10 feet or so.

I think we ultimately made it there, because I seem to remember sitting at a table, twining our fingers together and drinking more. At this point, we had ended up a ways away from my apartment, and even further from the nearest subway, so I decided to walk with him and help him find his way home. Can't abandon a new immigrant to my neighborhood late at night! I really had no intentions apart from walking with him to the subway, much as I was thoroughly enjoying our drunken gropings on the street, I hadn't yet determined to bring him home with me. I was too drunk to really think that far ahead. We made it to the subway entrance and stood outside kissing and fumbling with each others clothes. I had my fingers hooked in the waistband of his pants, eagerly trying to feel more of him, when before I was even aware of what I was doing, I grabbed his hand and started dragging him down the street towards my apartment. At this point, sex wasn't even specifically on my mind, I just knew that I was shitfaced and that I liked making out with Rhys but damned if I was going to keep doing it on street corners when I had a perfectly comfortable couch just a few blocks away!

Once we made it back to my building, lust took over drunk and we were tearing clothing off before we even got my door unlocked. Both our shirts were off, and my bra soon followed, tossed carelessly in the direction of my couch. I was frantically undoing his belt buckle when he stilled my hands and asked if I had a condom.

"You mean you don't?"

"I didn't want to seem presumptuous"

Despite my frustration, I admit I giggled. And then made a mad dash towards my nightstand. Frantic rummaging revealed that lube, vibrators, and silk scarves I had aplenty, but not a single condom. Fuck. How many times was this going to happen to me before I bought one of those giant boxes of 36? But to quote Rhys, that would be presumptuous. Besides, I feel like buying condoms in bulk just guarantees a dry spell of epic proportions. Fortunately, there's a 24 hr convenience store a few blocks from my apartment... We threw our clothes back on and ran-walked to the store. It normally takes me no more than 10 minutes to walk there, and we were hustling, but with my panties dripping wet and my rock hard nipples rubbing against my hastily thrown on t-shirt, it felt like an eternity.

As we walked up to the counter, my natural shyness took over and I tried not to blush as we asked for condoms. I knew it was glaringly obvious what we were doing only moments before - we were clearly in a hurry. The guy behind the counter pointed to the array of condoms behind him "Which ones?". Rhys made an exasperated noise "Bloody hell, any of them! Right, those there! Perfect!" He slapped down some money and we scurried out of the store, giggling madly.

I hardly remember the walk back to my apartment or quite how we ended up on my couch, divested of every stitch of clothing. I was so eager for his cock at that point I was practically begging for it when he pulled back and looked at me. He didn't say anything for a minute and then he breathed "God, you're gorgeous" before leaning down and catching my nipple in his teeth. I shivered, both from the words and the sensation. It isn't that I haven't had men tell me I'm beautiful before, or that they love my body, but I've never had someone say something like that during a drunken hookup, and with such feeling. It was his tone and the look in his eyes that took my breath away. I'm always a bit nervous when exposing myself like that to someone for the first time, and just those three words undid me, made me feel gloriously sexy and wanton.

There was little room, or need, for foreplay at this point, perhaps that would come later. For now, I just wanted his cock inside me. I wanted him to fuck me, press me back against the cool leather couch and impale me. I pressed my hands against his chest and pushed his head away from my breast so I could lean over and grab a condom off the coffee table. Tearing it open, I slowly unrolled down the length of his gorgeous rock hard penis. He shoved me backwards onto the couch and slid into me. I think we both sighed with relief! Between the walk back to my place, the undressing and the redressing, the condom run and the walk back, we'd been waiting for just this moment for what seemed like hours.

At some point we made it back to my bed and curled under the covers, sweaty, exhausted, replete. We talked about nothing and everything as his hand made slow, lazy circles on my stomach, stroking upwards towards my tits, and down along my thighs. I think at first his movements were unconscious as we talked and basked in that sleepy post-fuck haze, but soon his movements had more purpose, lingering on the upstroke to brush against my nipple with the palm of his hand. I gasped as my nipple went hard under his hand and I heard his breathing quicken. He stroked his hand down my side again, splaying across my stomach and then snaking lazy down to slide a finger along my clit. I arched my back a little, inviting his explorations to continue.

He turned over and propped himself up on one elbow, and quirked an eyebrow at me. I smiled back up at him and shifted my hips provocatively so that his finger slid further down my pussy, letting him feel how wet I was. He slipped first one finger, then two between my swollen lips and leaned in to kiss me. I caught his lower lip between my teeth and was rewarded with a soft moan... I brought my hand down to his cock and stroked it gently, moving my hand down further to cup his balls. His sharp intake of breath invited me to keep going. Grinning wickedly, I pushed him flat on his back and threw my sheets of him, leaning in to take his cock in my mouth. I circled my tongue around the tip, paying extra attention to that little sensitive bit on the underside of his shaft. His breathing quickened and he fisted his hands in my hair. I looked up to see his head thrown back on the pillow, eyes closed, breathing fast. I dipped my head towards him once more, running my tongue up and down his cock before enveloping him completely again. "God, if you keep that up I'm going to cum" I pulled my mouth away from his cock long enough to murmur "Good", before running my tongue in lazy circles around the head. He growled "Not good, I want to fuck you again" and pulled my head up, dragging me on top of him. I felt the tip of his cock nudging against my pussy and was aching to just climb on top of him, but I stopped and said "Condoms?" We both looked at my nightstand, and then back across the room to my couch, simultaneously realizing that we had left them on the coffee table. He leapt out of bed and streaked across the room to snatch them off the table - perks of living in a studio apartment, it didn't take him long. He jumped back into bed, clutching the box triumphantly. God, how can this guy both make me quiver with lust and crack me up, all within the span of a few minutes? To me the best kind of sex has always been the fun, giggly, giddy kind. Sex that takes itself too seriously can just get ridiculous. Besides, for a first time, the goofiness takes away some of the shyness.

I planted a kiss on his cheek to reward him for his daring dash for condoms, and then gently tugged on his earlobe with my teeth while he slipped it on. As soon as he finished, I swung one leg over his hip and climbed on top of him. I reached down to ease his cock into me, stopping with just the tip resting inside my pussy. I knew he wanted more, but I wanted to make him wait. I slid up and down, still only letting just the tip of his cock in... but Rhys wasn't having it, with a grown he grabbed my hips and pulled me down until he was buried deep inside me. I rocked back and forth, pulling him deeper, pressing my clit against his pubic bone and building closer and closer to orgasm. He kept his hands at my hips, guiding me upwards and then thrusting me down harder on his cock. I sat up straight and played with my nipples as I rode him... he brushed my hand aside and cupped my breast, squeezing gently. Seeing my reaction, he squeezed harder and then pulled me down towards him for a kiss, holding my hair back with one hand. The change in angle sent me over the edge and I started quivering as I reached my peak, riding wave after wave of orgasm... Just as I reached my peak, he sped up, pushing himself to his own orgasm. We came together and then collapsed in a sweaty, panting, satisfied heap...

I woke up sometime the next morning to the sound of hissing water as Rhys put my teakettle on the stove. He poked his head around the corner, "Have any tea?"... I sleepily started to climb out of bed, "No no, tell me where it is, you stay in bed and look gorgeous" I snorted. One thing I'm decidedly not in the morning is gorgeous. Before long Rhys was carrying two steaming mugs of tea to my bed. Stark naked. Brave man. Christ, who is this guy? He fucks me senseless twice and then brings me tea in bed the next morning? I could get used to this...

He set the mugs down and slid in beside me. We sipped our hot tea in companionable silence, his hand on my thigh. Suddenly, he put his mug down and turned towards me, cupping my face in his hands and licked a stray drop of tea off my lower lip...

Our half-finished tea forgotten, we picked up where we left off the night (morning?) before... this time was slower, more deliberate, lazier, but no less hot. Shortly thereafter, Rhys gulped the rest of his tea and hustled home to give his dog breakfast and her morning walk. I don't know if I'll see him again, but I kinda hope so. Even if the sex hadn't been incredible (which it was), his reaction upon first seeing me naked certainly ensured that I'd have no qualms about letting him see me naked again soon.

Another date tonight

Friday, May 1, 2009

I'm just posting quickly because I'm in the process of getting ready for another date with a guy I met through OK Cupid...

He seems like he might work out, but I'm not holding my breath... We've exchanged emails, and talked on the phone a few times. The first time he called I was actually taking a bubble bath with a glass of red wine (long day at work). Being the naughty bitch that I am, I let him know that I was naked and covered in bubbles! Don't judge me! I couldn't help it, he's got an incredibly sexy accent (he's from Wales) and I let my raging hormones get the better of me :)

I'll tell all later - tonight if it sucks, and tomorrow afternoon if all goes well!

Back from Boston

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Sorry not to post for a while... had a lovely weekend away in Boston visiting my college friend Grace. Grace is fantastic, she always lifts my spirits and we have a shit ton of fun together. I got in late Friday night and we stayed up until dawn, drinking and catching up. We spent the day Saturday wandering around the city, eating crappy (yet delicious!) hot dogs in the gardens and shopping at H&M on Newbury Street. I bought a super hot dress, and Grace got a low cut top that makes the most of her stunning tits.

We had planned to go out from there, but decided to run to her place to get all tarted up in our new outfits. Boston nightlife is a bit different from NYC nightlife. Sure, you'll see girls dressed to the nines downtown, but for the most part folks are more low-key than in New York. I like that. Sometimes going out in NY surrounded by statuesque stunners, I feel like the frumpy country cousin. I mean, seriously, is everyone in New York a model? Because sometimes it feels that way. Everyone wears the latest fashions and looks so put-together, even when they're rocking the 'I just threw on whatever I found on my floor' look. But in Boston, the vibe is much more relaxed.

Still, on a hot night, a sex kitten dress and killer heels don't look out of place in any city...

After getting all dolled up, Grace and I headed out to one of my two favorite bars in Boston, Bukowski Tavern. It's a fun place to go on a weekend night. Not a great place to talk and catch up, because it's super loud, but a good time nonetheless. I tend not to like too many bars in Boston, and certainly not downtown... If given a choice, I'd go out in Cambridge, but since Grace lives in Boston now, going out in the South End requires less drunken walking/cabbing at the end of the night. That's one thing I hate about Boston - the lack of public transportation late at night. If you stay until closing time, you're pretty much shit of luck for transport options unless you take a cab. I often take cabs when I'm at home, but Cambridge to Boston can be an expensive ride.

We stayed at Bukowski for a bit and decided to walk to my other favorite spot, Delux Cafe... Much as I love Bukowski, there's only so much yell-talking I can do before my throat starts to hurt. Plus, it was such a nice night out we wanted to take a drunk stroll.

Delux is one of those quirky little bars with a strange assortment of crap on the walls - Elvis memorabilia, Christmas lights, the works... cheap drinks, fun atmosphere. It's kinda teeny tiny, so it can be hard to get a seat, but it doesn't really matter.

When we got there, it was packed, so Grace and I wormed our way towards the bar to order drinks. She managed to get up front, so I waited behind her to grab our drinks. I was sorta standing there, spacing out a little when the guy in front of me turned around with two beers in his hand. I tried to back up a little to let him past, and looked up at him briefly. We locked eyes and he gave me such a big, genuine, amazing smile that I couldn't help but smile back. I'm normally so shy and awkward that when a hot guy smiles at me, I look away... But this smile was so infectious, so warm, I smiled back without even thinking. Just then Grace turned around with our drinks, so I followed her towards the back. Amazingly, a table emptied just as soon as we headed back, and we made a beeline for it. As we sat down, I whispered to Grace 'the hottest guy just smiled at me'... 'You mean the guy over there that keeps staring at you?' she hissed back... I stole a quick glance in the direction she indicated and saw the guy looking right at me. Thankfully, the darkness of the bar covered the bright red spreading across my chest. But still, I averted my eyes, totally embarrassed. If it weren't for Grace, I probably wouldn't have ever talked to the guy, but totally uninhibited woman that she is, waved him over.

He and his friend made his way back to our table and I realized he was even hotter than I'd first thought. I sipped my drink and tried to think of something witty to say, but was completely tongue-tied. Thank god for Grace... she started talking, the guys bought us more drinks, and soon I was drunk enough to chatter away and overcome my shyness...

The night wore on and I got steadily drunker. At one point I decided to duck outside for a smoke - I don't generally smoke anymore, but when I drink I like to have the occasional cigarette. As I tried to push my way through the crowd, I felt someone's hand grab mine. I looked back to see Caleb following me, a mischievous glint in his blue eyes. I smiled back at him and kept my hand clasped in his as we snaked out through the bar...

Once outside, we stood around chatting awkwardly amongst the other smokers. I nervously toyed with my lighter, not yet taking out a cigarette. I desperately wanted to kiss him, run my hands underneath his shirt, feel the warmth of his stomach under my fingertips. I was so mesmerized by his lips, imagining what he'd taste like, that it was all I could do to focus on what he was saying. Without stopping to think and before I could lose my nerve, I grabbed his hand and dragged him around the corner of the bar. As soon as we were away from the crowds, I pushed him back against the wall of a building and kissed him. God, he smelled amazing, warm and spicy and sunny...

I pulled back for a second, suddenly worried that I'd been too forward. Caleb took the opportunity to pull me further into the darkness, this time pressing me against the rough brick wall... I spent a semester abroad in Dublin my junior year, and it's the site of one of my favorite fantasies... In it, I'm in Ireland, drinking in a pub and meet this sexy stranger with an accent that melts me like butter, and before I know it we're fucking wildly outside against the wall of the pub, my skirt hiked above my waist, his strong fingers cupping my ass. Sadly, this did not happen during my time there, although I kept hoping! However, the fantasy did keep me entertained on many a lonely drunken night. Tonight, with Caleb, my back pressed against the wall, his hands on my tits, my fingers curled into the waistband of his jeans, stroking that tantalizing bit of flesh just above his cock, was the closest I'd come to my fantasy Irish fuck (minus the accent) and it was driving me wild...

The layers of clothes between us were too much, even my thin dress and his lightweight t-shirt were too much fabric, too much of a barrier between us. I pushed him away from me and, while keeping my eyes fixed upon his gaze, hitched up my dress and showed him a glimpse of my panties. I hadn't dressed with the intention of them being seen but did make sure to wear something sexy, just in case. His eyes darted down and took in my white lace boyshorts, quickly returning to my face with a beam. Apparently Caleb approved.

He unbuckled his belt, popping the top couple of buttons of his jeans. Lifting his t-shirt a little I could make out his wonderfully chiseled hips and toned stomach. While certainly not a muscled being, he was in terrific shape. I pulled him close to me once more, pressing my mouth against his. Passion spread throughout our bodies like wildfire. I reached down, now able to ease my hands into the opening at the top of his jeans and was able to clasp his cock in between my fingers. Gently I squeezed the head, pulling what appeared from touch at least to be his uncut foreskin back and forth along his thick shaft. He shifted his position, letting my hand drop further into his pants. My hand felt its way along his entire length, his cock throbbing as I touched. Slowly I made my way towards his balls, and cupped them gently as I stroked him.

Caleb made sure I didn't miss out. As I toyed with him he grabbed my thigh and made his way towards my soaked panties. My knees trembled as he traveled towards my pussy, while still he forcefully and wonderfully darted his tongue into my mouth. I felt two of his fingers pull the fabric to one side before two more pressed against the walls of my pussy. They didn't exactly meet much resistance. He plunged them into me; deep, fast and hard. Caleb finger fucked me so wildly that I knew sex with him would be even more amazing.
'Condom?' I asked between pants.
'Don't have one' he said, still fingering me furiously.

To cut a long story short (though I've just re-read what I've written so far and this is certainly not short!) I will have to wait until I can feel Caleb's cock inside me. He didn't have a condom and neither did I, and not wanting to take a stranger back to Grace's (not that she'd mind, I'm sure but I hate to impose!) we ended up swapping numbers and terribly guilty and disgusting looks when we eventually straightened ourselves up and went back inside. Fear not; I will get my man!

First online date

Friday, April 24, 2009

I went on my first online date last night, and it was... blah. There was nothing wrong with the guy, he was nice, funny, smart, not bad looking - everything I want, you'd think. And yet... it just wasn't there - that spark, that indefinable thing that makes you want to stand on a street corner and makeout with someone for hours, the mysterious quality that makes you throw caution to the wind and grab the guy by his belt buckle to pull him closer, closer, until before you even articulate it as a coherent thought, you're dragging him back to your apartment.

We had a perfectly pleasant evening out, low-key dinner at an Irish pub (I'm a sucker for their sausage and curry fries - read into my love of sausage what you will), lots of good beer, and great conversation. We hit it off instantly - he was almost like a male version of me, we had that much in common. I don't know why I didn't feel any tingle with Mark, I just... didn't.

It was really too bad, because had I met Mark under any other circumstances, we could have been great friends. Although, I've found that the male/female friendship dynamic can be fraught with tension, it's hard to find a member of the opposite sex who truly does want to be just 'friends'. But because I met Mark in the context of online dating, he definitely wasn't interested in being just friends.

So my evening was, on the one hand, very enjoyable and on the other, totally awkward as I tried to nicely hint that I wasn't sexually interested. I'm not great at being direct sometimes. So today, when he emailed me to ask about a second date, I told him I just wasn't interested. Which sucked, because I feel like Mark would be a great beer buddy. Sadly, he is definitely not interested in being a beer buddy.

Oh well, back to square one I guess. I was supposed to go on another date this weekend with this guy I've been chatting with a bit, but I've rescheduled for next week. I decided a girl's weekend is in order and am about to hop on the Chinatown express bus up to Boston to see my college friend Grace. Should be a fun weekend, Sox are playing (I grew up in New England so I'm a Red Sox fan) and Grace is always a good time. We've got plans to get sexied up and hit the town, maybe a little light flirting with Boston guys and scoring some free drinks will make me more enthusiastic about trying my next online date!

In which I assure everyone that I am not nuts

Monday, April 20, 2009

Since my last post, I've gotten *loads* of emails warning me of the perils of Craigslist - thanks to everyone who has written, your emails are awesome! So I wanted to write a quick post to reassure everyone that I'm not nuts, and I promise I won't go on a date and end up in a garbage bag or a Law & Order episode.

Online dating can be scary, and believe me, I'm hesitant about even trying it. Granted, with a site like Match.com that you have to pay for, many of the truly messed up individuals are screened out... But even still, I have some friends with horror stories. Nothing truly scary or violent or anything like that, but people who have misrepresented themselves, or flat-out lied. So there's that to think about. Of course, I had a boyfriend in college that maintained two sets of friends and two girlfriends, and I met him the regular old way... Some people are just really devious.

I'm well aware of the recent violent crimes associated with online dating in general and CL in particular, so I'm going into this eyes wide open. I may be more selective in the CL usage and just respond directly to ads that strike my fancy. I have a pretty active sketch-meter - I worked in a really skanky dive bar in college with an interesting crowd of nutbars. It was a fun job and educational too! So if nothing else, I'm pretty good at spotting potentially sketchy situations.

All that being said it's the less terrifying elements of online dating that are freaking me out... If I respond to an ad on CL, I have to send my picture. But what do I send? I am one of those unphotogenic people that is totally way better in real-life than pictures. I tend to look a) stoned, b) pissed off, c) blurry or d) all of the above... I swear in real life my eyes are generally open and I'm not this twitchy, cranky, drug-addled loon. Some women perfect that half-lidded sultry gaze... I, on the other hand, am merely dopey looking. The only halfway good pictures of me are when I'm doing something like hiking. And in those I'm sweaty, dirty and generally far away. So, already even just the picture thing is causing me angst. I threw up a couple with my OK Cupid profile, but like I said, they mostly seem to attracting much older men. Of course, I've got lots of headless photos that I've posted here, and those may get me some dates...

Then there's the rejection factor, both of me and my potential suitors. I hate hate hate sending my picture to someone and getting shot down, or worse, getting no reply at all. I mean, if I'm in a bar and some guy doesn't find me attractive, he just wouldn't ever hit on me. At least he won't walk up to me and say something like "you're really not my type", as one gentleman said in response to my picture. Granted, once I saw his picture, he really wasn't my type either, but his rejection still stung. And I'm not great at rejecting people either. I don't like to judge people based on how they look, but let's be honest, looks do matter... at least a little. And when you don't know much about a person, you've never met them, looks are all you have to go on. But I hate hurting people's feelings, and I don't want to be mean, so I'm often at a loss for how to respond to someone I'm just not interested in...

I clearly over-analyze everything.

In any case, I've been exchanging emails/IMs/phone calls with a few guys that seem to have some potential. I'm going out for drinks and dinner with one guy this week, and perhaps another one this weekend. We'll see how that goes... And as always, I'll keep you posted.

On the bright side, all this weeding through emails and pictures and profiles has given me something to do at night. It's kind of nice to search for my next man from the comfort of my couch in my pajamas and save myself going to the bar and all the effort that involves... primping, plucking, shaving, uncomfortable heels, push-up bra, adjusting my tits for maximum benefit, and shelling out far too much money for a watered-down drink - all for the slim hope that I'll meet someone worthwhile. I'm tired of the bar scene, spending too much money and going home alone. Here's hoping my potentials don't turn into total disasters!

online dating misadventures already

Friday, April 17, 2009

Now that I've put my intentions in print, I can't very well back down now, can I? It's like telling everyone you know that you're going to quit smoking or go on a diet. Once you've done that, you're relegated to sneaking a cigarette behind a parked van or stuffing a cupcake in your mouth locked in your bedroom...

So I decided I'd grab the bull by the horns last night and post an ad with one of the online dating sites. Those eHarmony commercials freak me the fuck out, so I passed on them. Some of my friends have had luck with Match, so I went there first. I did a quick search to scope out the potentials before forking over my credit card info and who do I see matched with me on the first page? Fucking Jim. Seriously? Next.

I ended up creating a profile on OK Cupid, specifying that I didn't want anyone older than late thirties. This morning I woke up with a bunch of messages for my profile. I swear to God, every single one was over 50. Who are these guys?! Not that I have anything against older men (as evidenced by Tyler), but I was hoping for someone closer to my own age. Yikes.

So, I ended up cruising the Craigslist personals. I figure it's free, and while a haven for sketchy folk of all types, you never know. I responded to a few ads, and I'm trying my hand at one of my own. The thing is, I'm not quite sure where to post, or how to write it. I mean, I'm not really looking for a life partner at this point. I wouldn't turn it down if I met the perfect guy, but I don't really want another boyfriend just now. I want something less than a boyfriend, more than an NSA hookup... I don't mind the 'friends with benefits' thing, but the term grosses me out. It's like when someone refers to their bf/gf/fuckbuddy as 'lover'. It just gives me the willies :)

So, is there a CL acronym for that? Not a boyfriend, not a casual lay, someone kinky, but not disturbingly so, someone who will bring me chicken soup when I'm sick, but not feel the need to spend every weekend with me, someone who won't mind that I might date other people. In my experience, this guy doesn't seem to exist. Every time I've dated a guy and said, upfront 'I do not want a boyfriend', they've initially been like 'Fantastic!'. Within weeks, they're pissed that I date other guys and wanting to hear about my day and talking about how great we'd be if I'd just give them a chance. I've had some bad luck with boyfriends stomping all over my heart (hi Jim!), and I'm just not looking for that again any time soon. Fucking, yes. Love and heartbreak, not so much.

But how to write the perfect ad to fill my requirements? I think I'll have to take a chance with the women for men section, casual encounters seems to be filled with men who are hoping to "help a pretty girl with her bills"... I am a little bit apprehensive about posting an ad on CL though. Abbie tried it once and got literally HUNDREDS of responses. I don't want finding a date to turn into a full-time job!

confession time

Thursday, April 16, 2009

I've really enjoyed writing this blog so far, and I've loved the emails I've gotten from my readers. But I feel it is time to be upfront about a few things. First off, you wouldn't know it from reading the blog, but I am terribly, painfully, embarrassingly shy. You can see from the pictures I've posted thus far that I'm rather pale... This, combined with my shyness makes for a number of awkward situations. I turn beet red at the slightest provocation - asking someone a simple question can sometimes lead to that slow flush creeping up my chest to my hairline, until I'm the color of a tomato. It also meant that I needed considerable cool down time after teenaged escapades because my chest would go all blotchy red and it would be immediately obvious what I'd been doing moments earlier.

Pfft... enough dancing about. This foray into my crippling shyness is really all just lead in to my big reveal that I've been less than completely honest here. Well, that's not entirely true either. Nothing I've written thus far, with the exception of my gym adventure with Todd, has been false. And really, up until me asking Todd home to fuck me, that was all true too. But when Todd asked me for coffee, my dreaded shyness reared it's ugly head - I turned red, stuttered and dropped my water bottle, then while trying to pick that up, managed to drop my keys in a puddle. By this point, I felt like such an utter ass, I basically fled to my car. I couldn't even look him in the eye, I felt like such a dork!

So, really Todd was the motivation and inspiration for starting this blog. I cursed myself the whole way home for not being able to respond properly to a simple request for coffee. I just don't seem to be able to get the hang of this whole 'adult' dating thing. The drunken groping in the bar with my ex? Got that down to an art form. But the sober interactions with someone I find attractive? Elusive.

This is why I end up fantasizing about Naomi, and Tyler, and then falling into bed with Jim when I know I shouldn't. I just can't seem to do the meeting someone under normal circumstances thing properly. I go back and read what I wrote about my imagined night with Todd and I kick myself. In all honestly, my fevered imaginings are probably far better than the potential reality. But it is the fact that I'll never know that kills me. He may not have been Mr. Right, he may have had a teeny tiny penis (not that I'm a size queen), he may have been an utterly boring asshole. But because I'm terrible at these things, I'm left just wondering what could have been.

The thing is, it wasn't always this way. In college, things were much different. Drunk and full of swagger, I practically tripped over cock most weekends. I'm not some super-hot siren, luring men with a swish of the hips and a come-hither look or anything. It's just that the combination of free flowing booze and raging hormones made it fairly easy to at least find someone to nail me. And given the liberal atmosphere, most anything went. I played truth or dare with a room full of hot lesbians, and got my first taste of girl-on-girl action. I had my first (and second, third and fourth) three way there. We were young, on our own for the first time, and sex was constantly in the air.

Once I left school and moved to New York, I realized I didn't have the same charmed existence when it came to sex. What had once required little less than 'hey' and copious amounts of beer, suddenly required actual conversation and seduction and flirting skills that I seem to lack. All my male friends swear to me that sex is easy for women - that all I have to do is get my tits out, flirt a little and take a guy home. But it doesn't seem to be that easy for me. I mean sure, when I'm out at the bar with friends and boozed up, I can swing a sloshy hookup with the best of them. When it comes to trying to pick up that cute guy at the coffee shop, or work up the nerve to ask out a guy I met at a party, I'm fucking hopeless.

So. Todd motivated me to write this blog because I needed an outlet for all my unspent lust. And now, your emails and comments are inspiring me to come clean. You've all given me the courage to stop being such a pussy and just take what I want.

I'm still going to the gym and have yet to see Todd, but when (or if) I do... damn it, I'm just going to ask him out. In the meantime, though, I've decided to be proactive and check out online dating. You'd think with all the other shit I do online, I'd have done it by now, but I haven't. A lot of my friends seem to have decent luck with it though. And of course, I'll chronicle all my dating adventures (and misadventures) here, so stay tuned.

On the joys of teenage sex

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

You always hear that tired adage 'you can't go home again' and while it's true, there is something nice about going back to your hometown for a brief visit. I generally only go home for the holidays, as do most of my high school friends, so it's a good time to catch up and enjoy drinking legally and with no curfew.

Home visiting the folks this Easter, I got together with my high school sweetheart. He wasn't my first, but I was his, and I've always had a soft spot for him. Before you get all excited, we didn't fuck. Sorry!

We did go out for dinner and drinks though and drive around all our old haunts, reminiscing about old times. Of course, when you're 17 and horny there aren't too many places you can safely fuck without getting caught. So we got creative. There was of course the obligatory back-of-the-car-makeout, the "we're-just-watching-a-movie-in-the-basement-mom-I-swear" fingering and the blanket-on-the-football-field-after-dark fucking. Jesus, I think we groped each other in just about every back lane and dark corner in town. So driving around together in our small town was like a star tour of 'places Chloe came' and it got me thinking about the joys of adolescent sex.

At 17, all I wanted was a proper bed and the space and time to fuck for real. No 'wait! wait! shh! was that my parents coming home?!' right as things were getting good. No driving around forever trying to find a quiet, out of the way place to park and screw without intervention from the local cops. In my desperation to fuck like a grown up, I couldn't wait to have my own apartment and my own bed...

The thing is, driving around with my high school ex, remembering our rushed fumbling in the back seat of my car, our nights on a scratchy blanket under the stars and our frantic petting in the basement rec room, I realized that 'grown-up' sex is missing something. There's something magical and amazing about all that delayed release, delayed gratification. The nights we drove around trying madly to find somewhere, anywhere to get naked are hard to get back. Even if I tried now to recreate it, the knowledge that my partner and I have money, apartments, and hotels at our disposal make it somehow false. It was really the desperation and the lack of any other options that made those nights so hot.

Of course, since then I've dates where we couldn't wait to get our hands on each other, where I was dripping wet the whole train (or cab) ride home and the tingle I'd get from just brushing my leg against his was enough to send me over the edge. But it isn't the same. I don't have that fear of getting caught. I can get finger fucked in the back seat of a cab and not worry that someone will see and tell my mom.

So this Easter weekend at home left me feeling a bit nostalgic (and horny)... I've perhaps gotten a little taste of the forbidden with my dangerous flirtations with Tyler, but it is still lacking. I think now that I'm back and settled and the air is warm and spring-like I'm getting that urge... I haven't had a proper fuck since Todd and he seems to vanished into the ether. Weather's good, time to go on a hunt. But it can't be just any old cock this time around... to quote one of my favorite songs, 'I'm holding out for that teenage feeling'...

RIP Marilyn Chambers

Monday, April 13, 2009

Just saw that legendary porn actress Marilyn Chambers has died. In her honor I'm posting a teaser trailer for her flick "Inside Marilyn Chambers". I might just have to pick up a video of hers... I'm thinking 'Behind the Green Door'... One of those classic pornos I've never seen but always meant to. Time to remedy the situation.

Jumping on the Amazon Fail Bandwagon

So I'm back in town and tired from driving most of the day, so I'm just posting a quick one tonight. I have a longer post planned - wrote most of it in my head while driving - but I'm too wiped to type it all out tonight. Tomorrow, I promise!

In the meantime, I want to talk a little bit about what I like to read... I read regular books of course, but I get a lot of inspiration from erotic novels/erotica. Like everything else in my life, I shop online for my erotic fix :) So I was a little peeved when I started hearing about Amazon's recent changes to sales rankings and what is classified as 'adult' material.

If you haven't heard, Amazon has been stripping the sales rankings from gay and lesbian literature (romance novels, erotica, etc.), books about sexuality and feminist books, among others. This matters because without sales rankings, these books frequently don't show up in searches. For example, an Amazon search for 'homosexuality' now turns up "A Parent's Guide to Preventing Homosexuality" as the first result. A strange collection of books have been classified as 'adult' material and are no longer showing up in searches, including books just about sex in general. For a time (it may have changed now) a biography of Ellen DeGeneres was even classified as 'adult' material.

Amazon swears that this is all a huge mistake, but it is slightly troubling that it largely appeared to affect books about sex and sexuality. Amazon has caught a lot of flack from blogs and such, so they're frantically trying to fix it. I don't want to get all political on my sex blog, but as someone who writes about sex, I wanted to be supportive of all the writers out there that got screwed (ha!) by Amazon's changes. I often use Amazon to order erotic literature and damn it, I want it to come up when I search for it :)

Jezebel.com has a good recap and list of books that were affected and those that were not... It does seem to be really unevenly applied, so hopefully it is all a glitch and I don't have to start shopping elsewhere for my wank novels :)

Oh well, time to drag my sleepy ass to the gym and try to undo all the fatty food I ate with the family. Perhaps Todd will be there doing the same? I'm starting to think he's never coming back...

off the radar for a few days

Saturday, April 11, 2009

I decided on a whim last night to drive up north for the holiday weekend - see family and friends in my hometown, eat ham and easter candy - so I won't be posting until I get back. I'm posting now from my Mom's computer... Fortunately she's not very tech savvy, but I'm clearing out the history and such, just in case :)

A few of my favorite things...

Thursday, April 9, 2009

You'll be happy to hear that I feel better today. I slept for ages last night, going to bed far too early for a girl in her mid twenties. You may have images of me as a party girl, out and about in the city at all hours waking up in strange bedrooms most mornings or at my place with different guys in my bed. Sadly, the truth is that, last night at least, I was asleep by ten and was still kind of tired when I woke up! I actually hit the snooze button a few too many times this morning and was forced to miss out on my daily walk to the bakery... I do hope that Naomi forgives me :)

As promised, and as thanks for some of you sharing your desires with me, I've decided to share one of my greatest pleasures with you...

I'm often a fairly simple girl... I think some of my all time favorite fucks have been when I've been tied to the bed (I keep scarves in my bedside table for just that) and blindfolded. There's something so incredibly erotic about *knowing* that something is coming, but not knowing what... the anticipation is delicious. I come really close to orgasm just waiting to see what he'll do... finger me? lick my pussy? nibble on a nipple? brush the tip of his cock against my lips? I LOVE giving head tied up and blindfolded like that - it's the being dominated but also being in control that does it for me I think... But yeah, the not knowing and the waiting and the teasing and not being able to do anything about it drives me wild. especially when my partner just sorta pauses without doing anything for a second. it gets me so hot just laying there, waiting to be touched, dying to be touched and wondering what's coming next :)

One of the hottest times was when i wore my thigh highs, heels, garters, crotchless panties, the works, under my regular clothes and went out with my ex doing normal things - walking the dog (in heels!), going out to dinner and knowing that I was wearing something completely trashy underneath and building up the anticipation. then we went home and he tied me to the bed, blindfolded. I could hear him pacing the room for a little while... like a child in a candy store he seemed to be unsure of what he wanted to do first. Finger me? Suck on my nipples? Run his cock along my lips and feel my tongue run along his shaft?

I have to be honest, I did sorta expect his cock to be pressed against my mouth. That's what most guys would do, right? It's also what I wanted... Like I said, there's just nothing like giving blindfolded head to make me wet...

It surprised me a little therefore to feel his strong hands on my waist. He positioned me on my side, my ass available to him. His fingers ran their way along my cheeks, pausing to sliver their way through the non-existent crotch of my panties, tickling my labia, brushing my clit. He went back to my ass, kneading it gently before suddenly lifting his hand.

*WHACK!*

His hand returned with some force, spanking my ass. Now like I've said, I'm not one for pain... but a well timed spank, enough to send my skin into a glowing pleasure zone can be amazing. He withdrew his hand once more...

*WHACK!*

Again it returned, again the pain/pleasure threshold was being delightfully threatened. Again, he withdrew his hand.

*WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!*

Again and again he spanked me, again and again I uttered sharp moans as he struck. His fingers danced over my ass as he hit me, closer and closer to my now dripping pussy. With one final strike, two fingers delved into me, probing my pussy. The combination of the spanking, the fingering, my being tied and blindfolded sent me into overdrive. I screamed with pleasure, begging him to fuck me and to fuck me hard.

He didn't disappoint. Pushing me back so that I lay flat, face down on my bed he roughly parted my lips and pressed his hard dick against my pussy, teasing me for a couple of seconds before vigorously fucking me. This ex and I often made love, this time he treated me like I was a piece of meat and I fucking loved it.

His hands joined mine as I gripped onto the headboard through my restraints, he used all of the leverage that he could get. he clasped his fingers around mine as he rode me. Fast and hard he fucked me, that unmistakable 'balls slapping on my ass' sound drowned out by his masculine grunts and my harsh screams. That night he fucked me deeper and harder than ever before and I couldn't hold on for long. As my blindfold slipped slightly I saw just his hands in front of me, his white knuckles gripping mine.

We came in unison, him letting out a groan of pleasure; me gasping for air between orgasmic shudders. When he withdrew he released my wrists but pushed my face into the pillow. He slapped my ass once more, saying in a voice deeper than usual 'clean yourself up, bitch'.


A Disclaimer

Of course, my ex and I were very comfortable with each other before we did this, and we both knew how each other worked. We knew that what happened in the bedroom wasn't always a true reflection of our relationship... if he'd said 'where's my dinner, bitch' under normal circumstances, or left me alone to clean myself up after sex (a true gentleman at least makes the trip to the bathroom for tissue!), he'd have been out of the door a lot sooner than he eventually was. We had talked about this scenario a little beforehand, and he knew what I'd be comfortable with. Before I get a bunch of emails from angry wives and girlfriends, please try to respect limits... don't just spring this shit on your partner with no warning :)

Ugh...

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Busy at work and now I think I'm getting sick. Yuck. So I'm afraid there isn't much of a post tonight, but I promise I'll be back in top form tomorrow and post something more worthy of my lovely readers. Yikes, my goal of a post a day may prove to be tricky...

However, I got a delightful follow-up email to the one I posted yesterday... he wanted fun suggestions for a lovely night alone with the wife. which got me thinking about my fantasies and some of my favorite sexual experiences... I'm far too achy and tired to do it justice tonight, but stay tuned... I'll share a few of my favorite things with you all tomorrow.

And now, for something completely different...

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Saw an article this evening with scientific proof that bacon sandwiches cure hangovers. I knew it! Thought I'd share this very important research with my readers :)


Image via the Food Pornographer's Flickr

Read what I read...

It's certainly been a crazy few days, writing this blog. Obviously it's been great that so much has happened, but I do like to think that it's partly been because of the added confidence that I've had in the last couple of weeks.

All of the emails that I get, all of the comments and all of the hits on the site have shown me that people are interested in not only what I look like (never hurts to hear!) but also what I have to say. It's such a boost to morale to wake up in the morning, check my email and find out that I have a new fan...

I've spent a little time also checking out other blogs, seeing what else is out there and also because just like you, oftentimes nothing gets me hotter and wetter than reading an amazing sex blog. If you do like mine you should also check out the ones that I have listed to the right of this page... each is Chloe Certified to make you hard or wet and most certainly horny ;)

I'd also like to share something else with you... an email that one of you sent to me that sent me into pure bliss. I don't know if it's the fact that he said that I inspired him, and therefore that his wife received the fuck of the year because of me, or if it was just that his story sent me into a fantasy world of my own... but I certainly used and abused my trusty vibrator reading his email. Let me tell ya, there's nothing like lying in bed with my laptop, running my vibe all over my body, teasing my stiffening nipples before holding my toy close to my pussy, rubbing my clit softly while reading a hot email. I probably came quicker tonight than I have in a while and had to push my laptop away as I came, as I kicked my legs wide and plunged the vibrator deep into my pussy before riding it wildly, sending myself back into a second and third orgasm.

Anyway... Here's the email that did it for me ;)

Hi Chloe,

I just found your blog and it made my day. Not only are you a great writer, but your honesty is awesome. I'm a bit older than you (40ist), but work in a similar office environment. I guess I'm in a similar position to Tyler.

The office fantasy thing is right up my alley, and being a bit on the dominant side of things, you really made my day.

I first read your blog on Friday, I went home, took my wife right up to the walk in closet, and told her to strip down. I told her I was going to fuck her hard, and that she was going to do what I told her. She did as she was told.

I'm not sure if you want all of the details, you can email back if you like, but needless to say, you really inspired me.

Thanks again,

J

Back to Earth

Monday, April 6, 2009

Ah Mondays... reminder of the realities of life, killer of the weekend, slayer of fantasies... why must you mock me so?

Today started wonderfully, surprisingly. Dressed to impress (as has recently become the norm for me, though the effort is starting to wear me down), I took my usual stroll to the bakery. Even the nasty weather today couldn't dampen my excitement at getting a chance to flirt with my bakery crush... Naomi, my secret desire was again there and again looking as scrumptious as her scones. Now I must take a moment to remind you here of something, I certainly don't consider myself a lesbian or even as 'bi', but there's just something about Naomi that excites me. There's just something about her that makes me want to see more, do more, taste her...

Usually she smiles with just a hint of recognition, considering me perhaps as a slightly familiar face in a sea of customers. This morning however she actually took a moment to stop and look at me, noticing the brown stone necklace that neatly complimented my outfit.
'I love your necklace', she'd said. 'Do you mind if I ask where you got it?'
'Oh thanks!' I had replied, flustered all to hell. 'An ex got it for me, probably just plucked it from the clearance bin at Macy's on Christmas Eve'.
'Exes' she'd said, with a wry look. 'I guess that's why they're exes'

I must admit, I turned beet red but I think I got away with it. As she handed me my scone she looked me in the eye for perhaps a second or two longer than normal before saying 'see you tomorrow, I hope'.

Excitement! Now I can't wait until the morning... a rare feeling for me!

I went to work unsure of what Tyler's attitude would be after the happenings on Friday night. I was a little nervous and had been thinking about it a lot last night. What if something did happen between us? Tyler is a senior partner at the firm, if things were to happen and then turn ugly, it wouldn't be him that was looking for a new job. Perhaps I should work to make sure that this relationship remains cordial and professional? Tyler is after all married and I don't make a habit of playing with married men. As much as I want Tyler to bend me over his desk and spank me, finger me and fuck me; would it be the beginning of the end? What should I do? Your opinions are, as always, welcome.

As it happened Tyler was out of the office most of the day for his case, and I barely spoke two words to him. Perhaps tomorrow I'll have to begin 'Operation Cold, Yet Professional Shoulder'?

Lazy Sunday

Sunday, April 5, 2009

Nothing much today. Finally watching Secretary properly, with a cup of tea in my bed :)

Can't share the video I wanted to with my favorite spanking scene because YouTube doesn't allow embedding. But I thought I'd share this one. Love an S&M love story :)

More tomorrow. For now, it's laundry and movies in bed for me!

All was not lost, Part III

Saturday, April 4, 2009

The saga continues...

I'd barely recovered from my toe curling orgasm on Jim's face when he lifted me up and tossed me back on the bed. That's one thing that never fails to slay me. A guy that can toss me around like a rag doll is a huge turn on. Jim grinned down at me and my heart melted a little bit. He's got such a sweet boyish charm and is so enthusiastic in the bedroom. Christ, I really couldn't let myself feel anything with him...

He lowered himself on top of me and slid into my dripping wet pussy, burying himself to the hilt. I could feel his balls against my ass and I started squirming, trying to get him to move. He's such a tease! He started slowly sliding in and out, pausing every time he entered me, using his pubic bone to put pressure on my clit. I could feel another orgasm building and he was driving me nuts.

God, even drunk Jim knows how to make me cum over and over. I'm fully capable of multiple orgasms, under the right circumstances, but it doesn't happen with many guys. There were times with Jim I had so many I lost count. I grabbed his ass, pulling him closer to me and he started thrusting faster and harder. I braced my foot against the wall and angled my hips just so, allowing him to go deeper. At this point I wasn't even saying words, it was just incoherent strings of 'ohgodohgodohgodohfuck' as he drove into me deeper, harder and faster. My eyes squeezed shut as I focused on the sensation of Jim's cock. 'open your eyes, beautiful. I want you to look at me when you cum'. I opened my eyes to see Jim gazing at me. He slowed down his thrusts and pulled back until the tip of his cock rested against the entrance to my pussy. Then slowly, deliberately he slid back in. I sighed and arched my back trying to pull him deeper. Instead, he repeated the process, easing out and rubbing the head against my swollen pussy, the whole time looking directly into my eyes. I was nearly insane with lust and the need to feel him inside me, all the way inside me. Sensing that I was close, he thrust himself deep inside me, effectively impaling me. I started shaking as my orgasm rolled over me, I reached up and pulled Jim down to me, moaning into his mouth. Barely able to breathe, never mind think clearly, or move properly, limbs like jelly, I was about ready to just collapse on the bed. Jim had other ideas... He pulled out and flipped me over onto my stomach... Jim knows me so well :)

He started fucking me from behind, grabbing my hair and pulling my head back to bite my neck. I arched my back further into him as fucked me harder. For a while there was no sound but our ragged breathing and the slapping sound as he thrust into me. He pulled my head back again and whispered in my ear 'god, you feel fucking amazing. I love fucking you. I love feeling your wet pussy on my cock'... phrases, words, sounds, all making me wetter than ever. Dirty talk always sounds so fucking ridiculous out of context, but god, in the moment, it sends me over the edge. Jim knows this. As he started fucking me harder and harder, reaching underneath me to play with my clit he whispered 'that's it, i want to feel you cum again. cum for me, i want to feel you cum... do it now!' His growly whisper and the domination inherent in the demand brought me to the edge again. I could feel him tensing up, his balls starting to tighten as he came close to cumming. The knowledge sent waves of pleasure through me, and I came just as he shuddered and collapsed on top of me.

He leaned down and brushed the hair off my neck, pressing a kiss just below my ear. 'god I've missed fucking you'.

'Me too'

He rolled off me and threw his arm around me, dragging him into his arms. He kissed the top of my head and promptly passed out :)

I was tired, but sleep was elusive. The sex had been amazing, as expected. But I worried about staying the night. This really needed to be a one time thing, and as much as I wanted to sink into sleep in Jim's arms, it was probably best to go home. Decided, I extricated myself from Jim's sweaty embrace and eased off the bed.

As Jim lay sprawled on the mattress, snoring, I gathered my things and crept out of his apartment. In the cold light of day (if 4 am counts as 'day'), I took in the details of his room that I'd been too drunk and horny to really pay attention to earlier. The lumpy mattress on the floor, covered with a flat sheet and a ratty old sleeping bag. The empty takeout containers, stacks of pizza boxes, old coffee cups with soggy cigarette butts floating in them, blankets hung up over the windows as curtains.

This is what I meant by Jim not really advancing past 18 or so. You'd never know it to look at him, but he's actually quite a bit older than me. And yet he lives like an overgrown frat boy. He regularly stays out drinking until 4 or 5 in the morning, and just sorta floats through life without any real plan. I'm not a snob, and I don't necessarily care if a man has money or a high powered career, but fuck I'd like to do it in a bed more than 6 inches off the floor with some proper sheets. The thing is, it isn't that Jim can't afford to buy an actual sheet set, or hang up those $2.99 vinyl blinds, he just prefers to keep living like a college kid. Hanging on to his youth maybe? He does always date much younger women. Hmm...

It's why as hot as things can be with Jim, they'd never have worked out, even if he hadn't nailed my roommate. All I want is a sweet guy, hot in the sack, witty and charming, with perhaps some real furniture. A chair maybe? A couch that came from a store and not a street corner? God, I'm so demanding :)

*sigh*

Jim is like that last drink you shouldn't have had at the bar - you know you're going to feel gross and slightly dirty, and possibly nauseous later, but at the time... it's so good.

Oh well. I needed to get laid, and I got laid. I just need to make sure I stay away from Jim in the future. The sex is too good. He quickly makes me forget beds with frames, normal bedtimes and proper nutrition. Before I know it, I'm happily staying up drinking until 4 am, lounging on his grubby mattress in my panties, eating cold pizza and calling in sick to work, only venturing out for condoms and late brunch. Bad news :)

All was not lost, Part II

Okay, fortified with coffee, bacon and eggs, I'm feeling somewhat more human. Funny, I used to stay out all night in college with no real consequences, but now staying up until 4 or 5 am makes me feel like the walking dead the next day. Have I really gotten that old so quickly?! Clearly, the party girl in me is gone :)

Let's see, where was I? Out for drinks with Abbie and the girls... We bar hopped a bit, trying to find just the right atmosphere. One nice thing about NYC, there's a bar for every mood, every crowd, every situation. We spent some time at the typical ironic hipster 'dive' bars - not real dives of course, but that kind of carefully prepared 'dirtiness' that makes you feel like you're in some disreputable place. They always serve drinks in plastic cups and PBR is ubiquitous - I suppose to heighten the atmosphere?

Of course, in college I used to drink at an honest-to-goodness dive bar because they served $1 Pabst Blue Ribbon. I was broke and it was all I could afford. My best friend Grace and I used to go to the dive, get good and tipsy on dollar beers and then head across the street to the high-end cigar bar built in an old train station. We'd splurge on one $8 drink (big bucks when you're a broke college kid!) and soak up the atmosphere sitting in giant armchairs and pretending to be richer than we were. So there's a part of me that scoffs at paying New York prices for cheap beer served to pretentious hipsters trying to cultivate an aura of authenticity... Not that I'm any more 'authentic' than the rest :)

Plus, I must admit I have a soft spot for the New York hipster boys - all skinny jeans, indie rock t-shirts and messy hair. I'm a sucker for a man in Converse sneakers :)

So there I am, sipping my gin and tonic out my little plastic cup, laughing with the girls, and rocking out to the Clash, when I glance up and see Jim. I dated Jim for about a year before he got drunk and fucked my roommate at my birthday party. Happy birthday to me, indeed. Of course I promptly ditched him (and her), and of course I stupidly gave into 'ex sex' several times in the months after our breakup. What can I say? I was in love with him before he banged my slut of a roommate and those feelings aren't always so easy to turn off. But I soon realized the error of my ways and swore not to see him anymore. And I haven't. For nearly 3 years. Amazing, really that I haven't. You'd think in a city as big as New York you could go months without ever seeing an ex, but you'd be wrong. The universe has a funny way of dropping a former boyfriend into my life whenever I'm at the laundromat, hair up in a messy ponytail and wearing whatever is still clean, which generally happens to be sweats. Of course, said ex is generally with his new lady friend who of course is smoking hot... Grace and I went to college in a fairly small city, and dated quite a bit, so we both used to run into exes on the regular. Her motto was "look super cute, all the time", and she'd never let me leave the house looking anything less than awesome. Guess the same holds true here :)

So there I am, sitting at a table in the back, already halfway to shitfaced, when Jim walks in with a few friends. I simultaneously praying he doesn't see me and hoping that he'll look my way, because I know I look good. One the one hand, seeing him while drunk can be dangerous, on the other, I don't really want to sit here watching him put the moves on other girls. I'm over him, but it is never easy to watch an ex picking up chicks.

While I'm holding a silent argument with myself about whether I should say hi or sink further into the shadows of the booth I'm sitting in, he turns as though sensing me and looks straight at my table. Shit.

With his big dopey grin that never fails to turn me to jello, he starts weaving through the bar towards my table. 'Hey Chloe'. I stifle a sigh and look up at him, 'Hey Jim'. He isn't a terrible guy, he's just an idiot. And hasn't really progressed at all past 18 or so. Plus I'm drunk, lonely, frustrated as hell from my evening with Tyler... and Jim still does it for me. Damn.

I don't really remember too much about what we talked about. Probably nothing much. I just know Jim kept buying me gin and tonics, and I kept drinking them. Before long we were in the corner of the booth practically in each others laps and he had his hand up my shirt. Just the brush of his thumb against my nipple was almost enough to send me over the edge... I breathed in his ear 'Let's go back to your place'. His place was easier - closer to the bar and I wouldn't have to worry about the awkward kicking him out the next morning. Even in my semi-wasted state, I knew I didn't want Jim staying over for pancakes the next morning :)

We hopped in a cab and headed towards his apartment, making out the whole way. I can't imagine what it must be like to be a city cab driver, the number of drunk hookups you see on any given weekend must be mind-boggling! Drunk as I was, I didn't care... I let my head fall back against the seat as Jim's hand slipped under skirt and creeped up my thigh. I parted my legs slightly and nestled my pussy closer against his hand. He gently stroked me through my panties, soaking them as they rubbed against my pussy. God, between the tension with Tyler and Jim's maddening fingers teasing my clit, I needed to be fucked. Now.

With some quick maneuvering I kicked my black lace panties off and slipped them into my purse. Jim gave me a wicked grin and leaned in to catch my nipple in my teeth through the thin cotton of my blouse. I gasped and felt chills break out all over my body. Jesus, if we didn't make it to his apartment soon I was going to straddle him in the back seat, never mind the cabbie sneaking glances in his rearview.


Fortunately, we pulled up in front of Jim's building a few moments later. Jim threw some money at the driver and we scrambled out of the backseat, panting and giggling. I waited impatiently while Jim fumbled for his keys, thinking Fuck, hurry up! Any longer standing in the cold with a breeze blowing up my skirt and I'm going to sober up and change my mind...

We scrambled up his stairs, me first. Jim slid his hand under my skirt and started fingering me as I walked. I nearly sank to my knees, struggling to keep walking. 'God, you have an amazing ass' Jim growled in my ear. I paused for a moment, enjoying the attention and then grabbed his hand and dragged him the rest of the way to his door.

See, this is the thing that's so appealing about ex sex - there is none of that first date nervousness, none of the wondering what it'll be like, none of the disappointment when you have that first kiss and realize the guy slobbers on you like a demented puppy, or you have sex and he's the kind of guy that pounds away at you like a jackhammer, sweating and grunting with no thought to whether you're enjoying it at all. Jim, for all his faults, knows just how to touch me, just how to make me quiver, just how to get me off. The mystery and excitement of a first time can be amazing, but sometimes you just want the sure thing.

I walked Jim towards his room. I had considered being coy and pretending to not remember which one was his but my impatience got the better of me. I rushed into his room and jumped onto his bed, knowing that he would follow. He did.

We both got straight down to it, ripping each others clothes off. My jacket had already been lost between the front door and Jim's room, my shirt soon was half unbuttoned and then pulled over my head. Jim didn't even wait for my bra to be taken off properly, he just reached and freed 'the girls' from their restraints. Taking one nipple fully in his mouth he rolled the other with his fingers, sending me into heaven. As he worked on my chest I started to pull his shirt over his head, allowing my nails to dig into his back as I dragged the fabric from his body. He recoiled in pain and pleasure... I know Jim, I know he loves to be scratched.

With his shirt off, he stood proudly in front of me. I could see through his jeans that he was already rock hard and ready. Man, I had missed that cock and I couldn't wait to feel it inside me once more. Jim however had other ideas...

He grabbed my waist and dragged me towards the end of his bed. Running his hand underneath my legs he paused to kneed my ass. He proceeded upward, sliding the zipper down he pulled down my skirt leaving me lying, waiting, wearing just my stockings and heels.

The anticipation was killing me, and Jim didn't disappoint. Often I don't enjoy oral as much as you'd think, with most guys I get the feeling that they see it more as a chore or as leverage so that I'll go down on him. Not Jim though, he has always considered it an art form to be perfected. For being a cheating douchebag, one thing that Jim knows is just how to make me skyrocket into orgasmic pleasure with his tongue and fingers.

Jim took up position, sitting on the floor in between my legs. Parting my pussy he gently teased my clit with his tongue while softly and gently finger fucking me. He started with one finger then quickly added a second, my moisture allowing him to easily flick in and out, sometimes curling his fingers so that they pressured my G spot. His mouth continued to play with my hardening clit, he used all of the different textures on his tongue to quickly send me towards orgasm. I struggled to contain my screams knowing that his room mates would be listening but failed miserably, calling out his name as I came on his fingers, sending streams of my cum into his mouth. As I arched my back and squeezed his head in between my thighs my hands grabbed onto his hair, pushing his head deeper towards me.

My god... is that the time already? I think this story needs a part 3... stay tuned ;)

All was not lost...

Hi everyone, thanks for all of your emails. I have to tell you, you all really know how to make me feel good :)

Last night was quite an event! Right now I'm sitting in my apartment, clutching a great big mug of tea, enjoying my alone time. It's all a far cry from the craziness of what happened...

I did work late, alone with Tyler. He ordered Chinese food and we sat in his office, pouring over legal files. It felt very 'Law and Order', to be honest, I sometimes caught glimpses of us in the reflection of the window; chopsticks sticking out of cartons of fried rice, binders piled up on his desk.

For the most part everything was very professional and above board. Tyler looked so hot though, with his tie loosened and the top two buttons of his shirt undone.

Just as I was starting to think that this was going to be all work and no play, Tyler excused himself to go to the bathroom. He took a while and left me alone in his office. Alone, apart from my fantasies. I noticed the photograph on his desk of his wife and pictured Tyler coming into the room, silently walking over to his desk and placing the frame face down, as if she couldn't see what was to come next. Kneeling in front of me he's run his hands up my skirt, sliding down my panties. Opening the drawer to his desk he'd place them in there, keeping them as a souvenir. Running his hand back towards my moistening pussy he'd...

My thought process was interrupted by his reappearance. Looking a little flustered his tie was now removed. I looked, naturally, towards his crotch and happened to notice that his zipper was undone. What exactly should I say in that situation? Do I tell him or let him figure it out for himself?

I also noticed an unmistakable bulge. It seemed that Tyler had at least a semi erection... Had he been masturbating in there??

The thought of that possibility turned me on immensely. He walked over towards me and leaned over me, picking some food from his desk. As he stood his 'bulge' was now directly in front of my face... as he passed by me to sit at his desk I caught a faint whiff of sex and lust. Not one word had been said since he came back from the bathroom, but the room screamed sex. I have to tell you, I ached for him at that moment.

Not long afterwards he shuffled some papers and broke the silence. 'I think we're done here' he announced. 'See you Monday'.

At this point, it was about midnight - Tyler's got me horny as hell and then he just sends me on my way? Bastard. :)

It was still early enough to head out and meet the girls, so I gathered my things and sent a quick text to Abbie to let them know I was on my way.

As it turned out, the combination of unfulfilled desire, alcohol and running into an old flame was a little bit dangerous...

But for now, I'm off to get my hangover cure: bacon, eggs over medium, english muffins and lots of hot coffee.

I'll post part two when I've returned refreshed :)

Well....

I'm a little tipsy, very tired, and about to climb into my bed.

Tonight ended up being a little crazy, and I'm not too sure how I feel about what happened. I'm sure that the clarity of day will put some perspective on events, but right now I just feel... strange.

I'll explain all tomorrow (well, later today). Goodnight all, and sweet dreams.

Tyler the Tyrant

Friday, April 3, 2009

Ugh! I was hoping to head out for drinks tonight with some girlfriends, maybe manage to cleavage my way into a few free drinks and a drunken fumble or two, then head home and finally re-watch Secretary... and instead I'm working late :(

Tyler the Tyrant has a big case Monday morning and asked if I could stay behind to help him get stuff ready. Normally, I'd love to be alone in his office with him late at night, but I suspect this is going to be more about reams of paperwork and less about fucking like mad on his plush carpeting.

*sigh*

Anyway, I shouldn't be doing this at work, but I wanted to take a few minutes to check some emails and bitch on my blog :)

A day in the life, pt. 2

Since my post the other day about my daily life 'derailed' a little, I figured I'd continue a little bit and share some info about my life at work...

I work for one of those fairly big, ultra-conservative firms in the city, stereotypically corporate... The men always wear blue or red ties; if they're feeling a little 'wild' they might break out the pastels. The women all dress in dark suits, carry handbags big enough to hold a puppy, and smart heels of the 'don't-fuck-with-me' corporate ice queen variety. In short, it is the kind of firm that probably wouldn't appreciate knowing that one of their employees is blogging about her sexual adventures and fantasies for all to see! Although I get the feeling some of my coworkers wouldn't mind at all seeing some of the photos of me that you've already seen... how does it feel to know that hot-shot lawyers are jealous of you? ;)

I did take this job with dreams of one day walking in their shoes, looking all important as I rush from a high powered meeting with a client to a court appointment. As it is, I usually sit at my desk with some fairly mundane task and am generally stuck with the feeling that I'm kind of under appreciated. At least I know from the emails that I've had from readers of this blog that some people out there appreciate me!

Recently, I have as you know been making more of an effort as far as my appearance goes. I always looked smart, but didn't really do too much to make the most of my 'assets'. I dressed well, but practically and as a result I don't know that I was exactly 'desired' by those around me.

Since first noticing Naomi at my local bakery, and since deciding that I simply had to look my best when I saw her; the pants have been replaced by figure hugging skirts, the flat soled shoes replaced by terrifically sexy heels, the conservative tops replaced by shirts that make the most of my cleavage. I now dress to kill, and from the looks that I've been getting on the subway and in my office, it seems as though I'm hitting targets!

My boss, Tyler certainly seems to be one to have noticed my mini-transformation. He is a little power hungry, and still likes to bark his orders at me, but his attitude seems to have altered slightly. I sometimes catch him glimpsing at me, and I sometimes make sure that I'm bending over in just the right way when he does...

If only Tyler knew what goes through my mind when I see him, looking at me as I bend over to pick something up that I 'accidentally' dropped in front of him. If only he knew that I want to walk into his office, silently walk up to him, swivel his chair around and bend myself over his knee... stroking his cock through his pants while he pulls up my skirt and spanks me....

I used to be lunch friends with a former employee here, who left the company about six months ago. Abbie was very cute, and always dressed to impress. She would often confide in me about some of Tyler's behavior, she'd tell me that he would touch her inappropriately and had dropped some not so subtle hints that he found her sexually attractive and wanted to progress their relationship from professional to intimate. Whenever she told me these things I'd express disgust at this abuse of power, telling her that it just wasn't acceptable. Inside though, part of me felt terribly jealous. Even though I knew it would be wrong, I too wanted to be seen as a potential conquest of his, someone worthy of his attentions.

Yesterday, he handed me a file and brushed my arm with his hand, giving me a devilishly sexy smile as he did so that caused me to blush terribly and sent a tingle throughout my pussy. I swear, just one touch from him made me moist!

Today, as I stood photocopying, he brushed behind me. There's plenty of room to comfortably pass without contact, so I'm sure that the hand that swept across my ass wasn't accidental. Again, a wave of pleasure engulfed me and I wore a stupid grin for the rest of the day.

Perhaps I'm reading too much into these two, relatively small incidents... or, perhaps this is the beginning of something new?