justagrrrl

Update: I'm alive

2001-11-27T07:08:55Z

Sorry no post for so long. Over the Thanksgiving weekend (actually, the day before) I lost my hard drive. Luckily I was able to recover the data off it, but I did have to buy a new drive. So I've been busy reinstalling programs and dealing with all the crap that goes along with having a new computer. I haven't had time to do any writing. It's so frustrating.

Thanks to everyone who has sent me email. I'm hoping to get around to replying one of these days. I do read all the email, I just haven't had time to reply yet. But it looks like we're in for a snowstorm, so I might get caught up tomorrow, do some writing, and maybe even spend some time in AIM :)

Oh so naughty

2001-11-16T06:59:00Z

I am so bad. Whoever posted that link to www.trashy.com should be spanked. I checked it out and they have tons of cool lingerie, some at very inexpensive prices. But, even though I didn't buy a single item over $24, I still managed to get $60 worth of stuff. I got a slinky black dress (been needing one of those, even tho the trip to NY is indefinitely postponed), a black halter neck lace teddy with thong back, a red lace cami set (similar to the leopard print one I'm wearing in the new pics), and a kick-ass black vinyl bustier w/g-string. That last one was the only one over $20 (I was mostly looking at the under $20 category), but I don't have any vinyl or leather lingerie. When all this stuff comes I suppose I'll have to take more pictures ;)

On second thought, I just sent them an email asking them to cancel the lace teddy. It's only $8, but still... And it's still over $50 worth of stuff, so I still get three free thongs. Free is good :) Now if I could just get someone to subsidize my purchases of lingerie and sex toys. I'd be willing to do a private photo shoot for anyone who wanted to buy me stuff ;)

New Pics!!!

2001-11-14T21:31:40Z

Here's a preview:

For the rest of my racy lingerie photo shoot, go here: new pictures!

Comments welcome ;)

Finally

2001-11-14T19:24:32Z

Finally englishmuffin took down her post of my Video Store Slut story. She didn't post an apology or send me an e-mail, but at least she took it down. I will be watching her journal to make sure she doesn't steal anything of mine again.

I am working on taking some photos off the video camera. And I think I might take a bath on cam tonite and see what pictures turn out from that. I wish I could do it live on cam, but I don't have the equipment. Oh well, you'll have to be satisfied with pictures after the fact ;)

New pics

2001-11-09T07:35:32Z

My camera's battery went dead before I could capture all the photos from my newest shoot. But here's a teaser for you. I'll be putting together another photo page and will link to it later. I'm still up in the air about putting my face on the internet (along with my naked body), but I am for now. I may change my mind.

Also, I got two more new outfits today. A racy red bra and thong, and a leopard print/black bustier with stockings and thong. So more photos will be coming along shortly :)

Grrr...

2001-11-02T05:48:02Z

Someone (englishmuffin) is blatantly plagiarizing my writing. She posted my Video Store Slut story as if it had happened to her in her journal: http://www.livejournal.com/talkread.bml?itemid=13986766. I have written to LJ abuse about this, and also posted a comment in her journal. This really burns me. I really hope this is the first, and last, time this happens to me. If someone else hadn't pointed it out to me I never would have known about it.

OMG

2001-10-31T20:28:43Z

I am in love! With this site: http://www.funkyboutique.com.

I was looking online for a strappy little cocktail-type dress to wear out dancing when we go club hopping on my, hopefully, upcoming trip to NYC. And I found this site and I want every single thing they have! But I don't have any money. Looks like I need to find and enter a few more porn writing contests.

The Personal Assistant

2001-10-28T21:12:39Z

I had been out of work for about two weeks after quitting my totally suck ass job as a telemarketer. I don't have any college or anything, so I really didn't expect I could get much better, but I figured I could at least get something that didn't involve cold calls and people yelling and cussing you out for calling them at home. So I hit the street in a tight wrap-around red vinyl skirt and white semi-seethrough blouse to fill out applications and beg for work. I started downtown, figuring on going into every office building and hitting every office for secretarial or receptionist work.

After going into at least fifteen places and being told they were not currently hiring, etc., I walked into a modeling agency office. I didn't realize it at first, till I started looking around the reception area at all the photos of beautiful men and women covering the walls. I thought about walking right back out, figuring I couldn't possibly be qualified. Then it occurred to me that even modeling agencies must need receptionists. So I walked up to the front desk and asked if I could fill out an application for any available openings for secretarial work. The gal behind the desk gave me an application on a clipboard and told me to sit down and fill it out. When I was done I handed it back to her and she asked me to wait and someone would be out to see me. I thought that was a positive sign, as most of the other places had just taken my application and that was that.

I think I waited about twenty minutes when the receptionist looked up after taking a call and told me I could go back to Ms. Mallora's office. She told me how to find it, and I walked back and knocked on the door. A throaty female voice called out for me to come in, so I did. To make a long story short, Ms. Mallora (I still have no idea what her first name is) is the head of human resources and in charge of hiring all the models for the agency. Her personal assistant had quit the week before and she was in need of someone to screen applicants, take dictation, type letters, keep her appointment book, answer her phone and the like. She explained that occasionally she would ask me to stay late, work off hours, even weekends. And sometimes she might ask me to run errands for her, pick up dry cleaning, etc. She asked if I was OK with that. I said that I was. She told me the starting salary, and I about jumped out of the chair. Trying to play it cool I said that would "be acceptable." I saw her smile at that and realized I hadn't fooled her a bit.

She wanted me to start the next day at 8 a.m. and I said I would be there. I rose to leave and she looked me up and down as if seeing me for the first time. I kind of froze, not sure if I had been dismissed or not. Then she kind of smiled and told me that what I was wearing was acceptable and I should continue to dress like that for work. I should mention that Ms. Mallora is very tall, about 5'10", and quite attractive in a handsome kind of way. She looks like she could have been a model when she was younger. I'd guess that she's in her forties. She wears tailored business suits with mid-thigh length skirts in dark colors: black, navy, brown. The jackets are cut in such a way as to show quite a bit of her considerable cleavage.

I had been previously working in telemarketing and could basically wear anything I wanted to work since all the work was done over the telephone. I had a few nice outfits that I used when looking for work, and a few more risqu? outfits that I wore out to clubs. But I didn't have a lot of office-type clothing. I made due with what I had that first week, even wearing one of my tight little black nightclub dresses one day with fishnet stockings and black high heels. Ms. Mallora gave me a little approving nod the day I wore that into the office. So when I got my first paycheck on Friday I went out to do some shopping. Figuring that my boss liked it when I wore sexy outfits, I hit some of the dress shops where I like to buy my partying outfits. I got myself enough short skirts, transparent blouses, and jackets to go two weeks without repeating anything. I shopped with "mix-and-match" in mind. I also picked up some matching silky bra and panty sets that were on sale, and a new pair of red high heeled shoes. When I was done I had just about exhausted my paycheck, but I was happy.

The first couple weeks of work were pretty mundane. Ms. Mallora spent some time with me explaining how she liked things done. I soon learned that she was very precise and expected the same of anyone who worked for her. I applied myself to learning her filing system and how she liked her letters typed, and she seemed pleased with me. The more I worked there the more I liked it. I got to dress sexy every day. I got to see models parading in and out of my bosses office (male and female models). And the pay was phenomenal. Plus, the work was really pretty easy. Typing, filing, answering her phone, taking appointments, stuff like that. I worked 8 to 5 and took an hour lunch at noon, at the same time she did.

One day when I had been there about three weeks, I was getting ready to leave at the end of the day when Ms. Mallora stuck her head out of the office and asked if I would be available to come back in later that night at 8 p.m. She apologized for being short notice, but a promising young male model would be coming in for an interview and that was the only time he was available. She explained that any time she had extra work for me it was always optional, and I would be paid time-and-a-half for overtime. I said sure, I'd be happy to come back later.

So I went home and made myself dinner, then headed back to the office in plenty of time to get there before 8. When I got there Ms. Mallora was already in her office. She asked me to wait up front for the prospective model and show him back when he arrived. He got there promptly at 8 and I showed him back. She brought him into her office and asked me to wait, she would need me shortly. I sat at my desk, waiting for whatever she needed me to do. Thinking this was a pretty damn good job when I got paid time-and-a-half for sitting around doing nothing.

After about twenty minutes she opened the door and asked me to come in. The model was sitting on one of the visitors' chairs in front of her desk. I had noticed him earlier, of course, when I had showed him in. He was tall, about 6 feet, with broad shoulders and slender hips. He was wearing tailored chinos and a dark blue silk shirt that was open at the throat, showing some of his chest hair beneath. He has dark brown hair and brown eyes, and was drop-dead gorgeous.

Ms. Mallora asked me to come in and shut the door behind me. She explained that James (the model) hadn't done much work with other models and she wanted to see how he could work with another person, as if we were doing a photo shoot. She didn't have a camera or anything, but asked if we would pose together so she could see how well he worked with a female model. I was extremely flattered that she thought I could stand in for a model, even though no actual pictures were being taken.

I was wearing a very short, black leather skirt, a red silk blouse that was open just far enough to see the tops of my white breasts, black stockings and red high-heeled shoes. Underneath I was wearing a lacy red push-up bra and matching panties. James came over to me and seemed very comfortable moving into the various positions Ms. Mallora asked us to assume. At one point she walked over to her stereo system and turned it on, then asked us to dance together. James smiled down at me, took my hands in his, and began to move against my body in time with the music. Up until then I had been very self conscious of his presence next to me, feeling inadequate as his modeling partner. But I love to dance and it is very natural to me. So I moved against him, curling one hand around his waist, entwining the fingers of my other hand in his. We swayed together to the music, our bodies pressed up together. He felt very warm against me where his chest pressed against my breasts, his thighs against my thighs. I could smell the masculine fragrance that he used. I leaned my head against his chest and we just danced, for I don't know how long.

Finally Ms. Mallora cleared her throat and we both kind of jumped apart, as though we had been caught at something. Then she asked James if he had a problem doing any posing partially or completely undressed. He said he didn't and she gestured at him. He looked slightly startled, then began unbuttoning his shirt. He pulled it out of his chinos, finished unbuttoning it and then pulled it off. Looking around uncertainly, he smiled at me and handed me his shirt. The silk was still warm from his body. Ms. Mallora stood back and looked him over, gesturing for him to turn around. His body looked perfect, as though sculpted by gods. His chest had a light covering of dark hair, with a narrow line of hair down his belly, disappearing into his pants. She gestured at him again, indicating that he should remove his pants. He kicked off his loafers, then glanced over at me and smiled again. He unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, slipping them down to his ankles then quickly stepping out of them. Then he was standing there in his underwear and socks. He was wearing bikini briefs, blue bikini briefs. And the bottom half of him was just as perfectly sculpted as the top half of him. He turned in a slow circle again without waiting for Ms. Mallora's indication to do so. We both got a good look at the package that was tucked into the front of his briefs.

Ms. Mallora simply looked at him, frowning slightly. After he turned his circle James just stood there uncertainly. He looked at her, not sure what to do next. After another minute of staring at him she suddenly said that they had enough dark-haired models for the spring catalog and that they probably couldn't use him but that she would keep his resume and call him if there was an opening. The look of disappointment that came over his face was almost comic. I think I would have laughed if he hadn't been standing there in his underwear. He asked if she was sure and if there wasn't maybe another project he could work on, anything. His voice was pleading. Ms. Mallora had already turned away from him, but then she turned back and looked at him again. Slowly, as if the thought was just occurring to her, she said that she did indeed have another project that he might be appropriate for. This was news to me as I knew the only project she needed models for at the time was the spring line catalog.

She said that she needed someone who would be willing to do something a bit more risqu? than the average catalog. She asked him if he were too modest to pose in the nude. He said no, of course not. Then she asked him if he would be willing to pose with another person in the nude, perhaps more than one person. His smile turned a little uncertain, but he said he could do that. Then for the kicker, she asked him if he would be willing to be filmed posing in a simulated sex act. His face reddened slightly, but he said he would be willing if the price was right. Ms. Mallora walked up close to him and leaned in to whisper in his ear. His eyes opened wide and he looked directly at her as if to ask if he had heard her correctly. She whispered in his ear again, and this time his gaze turned to me, taking me in as if seeing me for the first time. She whispered in his ear a third time, and he turned back to look at her, then slowly nodded his head.

She stepped back and he stepped out of his underwear. Whatever she had said had apparently begun to arouse him because his penis was already semi-erect when it popped out of his briefs. And semi-erect was pretty damn impressive. I wondered what it would look like hard, then began to wonder if I was about to find out. I didn't know what Ms. Mallora had whispered in his ear, but I felt the change of atmosphere in the room. There was a decided sexual charge that hadn't been there a moment before. Then Ms. Mallora walked over to me and leaned down to whisper in my ear. She said that she was interested to see how James performed under pressure. She was working on a secret project that the company didn't know about, her own personal project for another company that produced porn magazines. The pay was very good, she explained. She said she was taking me into her confidence because she trusted me and I was a good personal assistant. If I was interested in helping her with the project, she said, the compensation would be very lucrative. She said she needed to see if James was able to have sex while being watched, even filmed, and directed. She said that if I was willing to have sex with James while she watched and video taped it, she would pay me $5000. I think I jumped a bit when she said that, but I didn't even hesitate. It wouldn't exactly be hard to have sex with someone as sexy and good looking as James. If she had to watch and tape it while we were doing it, what was the big deal in that? I said yes.

Ms. Mallora went over to a cabinet on one wall and unlocked it. She opened it to reveal a television set and VCR. She then opened a drawer under the TV and pulled out a home video camera. She put a blank cassette in the camera, turned it on, then turned to face us. James walked over to me, smiling at me. When he reached the spot where I stood, he took my hand and led me back into the center of the room. He then leaned down to kiss me. The kiss was gentle at first, then he inserted his tongue between my lips and began to explore my mouth with his tongue. Deeper and deeper he pressed it into my mouth, and I kissed him back with the same intensity. In fact, so intense was the kiss that I didn't realize he was unbuttoning my shirt until it slipped off my shoulders and I felt the cold air against my back. He slid his hands around to my front and cupped both my bra-covered breasts in his warm hands. He began to caress them, then squeeze them in his hands. His mouth slipped off mine and he trailed kisses down my neck, making a line to my breasts. He pulled the bra down far enough to reveal my nipples, then pulled one of them into his mouth. I moaned as he sucked hard on my nipple, pinching the other nipple in his fingers to make it hard. Both my nipples became very hard as he alternated between them, sucking on one and pinching the other. After a time he drew back and looked at me below him with my head thrown back and my nipples standing out.

His hand caressed my stomach, trailing down the front of my short skirt until he was under it. He groaned slightly when he discovered that instead of pantyhose I was wearing thigh-high stockings. His fingers ran up the insides of my thighs to my panty-covered pussy, which was already damp with anticipation of his touch. He gently ran his fingers over my mound, encased as it was in lace. With his other hand he was unzipping the back of my skirt. He then stepped back as my skirt fell to the floor and left me standing there in my red bra, panties, black thigh-high stockings and red high heels. He took my hand and helped me step out of my skirt, then twirled me around slowly as he had done for Ms. Mallora. That reminded me that she was in the room. I had completely forgotten. I glanced over to see her leaning against the edge of her desk with the video camera at her shoulder.

Putting her out of my mind, I turned back to James. He pulled me to him and kissed me deeply, his hands groping my panty-clad ass. His fingers trailed along the crack, then down into the crevice between my legs. He brought one hand forward and began stroking me through my panties. I could feel a wet spot growing on the front of them as he continued teasing me with his fingers. Then he pulled my panties down my legs, going down on his knees in front of me to pull them completely off. I raised one foot at a time to help him get them off. He then brought his hands around to my ass and pulled me forward, burying his face in my pussy. I moaned as his tongue moved up my slit, finding my clit and sucking hard on it. My pussy was already wet and soon his face was soaked with my juices as he teased my clit with his teeth and tongue. Then he slipped first one finger, then two deep inside me and began to finger fuck me. The combination of his fingers against my g-spot and him sucking hard on my clit put me over the edge and my body bucked convulsively as I came hard. I almost fell over as my knees turned to jelly, my orgasm coursing through me in wave after wave of warmth and shivers.

When I was almost recovered, James rose to his feet and pulled me into his arms for a long kiss. I could taste my own juices on his mouth as I kissed him deeply. I felt his erection hard against my stomach as he held me close. Then he pulled me down to the floor with him, laying me out on the plush carpet of Ms. Mallora's office floor. I was looking into James's eyes as he loomed over me, his erection sticking out in front of him, huge and purple. Then something flew in from my peripheral vision and landed on my stomach. I looked down to see a condom wrapper. James picked it up and opened it, then unrolled the condom onto his throbbing penis, which was jumping with each beat of his heart. Leaning down over me, he ran his dick up and down the length of my slit, getting it wet with my own juices. I moaned and reached for him, lost for words and wanting him deep inside me. I whimpered as he continued to tease me, slipping just the tip of his penis inside me, then pulling back out to rub it against my clit some more.

Finally he looked deep into my eyes, and rammed the entire length of his cock deep inside me. I grunted, then squealed as he hit spots inside me that had never felt the caress of a penis before. He immediately established a rhythm, thrusting hard into me, going faster and faster. I tipped my head back and arched my back, trying to take more of him into me, deeper and deeper. I could feel my next orgasm building up inside me. Then it crested and I arched my back further, pushing my pelvis up into his as I bucked and screamed out that I was coming. He grabbed my hips with both hands and pulled me into him as hard as he could, thrusting and thrusting until I thought I would burst with him.

"OK, that's good, very good," came a voice from above us. I looked up to see Ms. Mallora with her video camera aimed straight down at us. She seemed to be zoomed in on my face, capturing my expression in the moment of orgasm. "Now lay down on the floor James, and let her get on top of you," she directed.

I was a little annoyed to discover that she was still there, and telling us what to do. But I wasn't embarrassed to be doing this in front of her, much to my surprise. And the idea of riding that magnificent prick appealed to me, so I didn't argue. James pulled out of me and helped me up off the floor, then took my place on the deep carpet. I straddled his body, but instead of sitting on his prick, I moved up until my pussy was over his face. He smiled up at me and pulled me down until his mouth covered me and he started to suck my juices out of me. I groaned as he pushed his tongue deep into me, then moved his thumb to cover my clit and began to rub back and forth across it. I rocked slowly on his face, thoroughly enjoying the sensations that his tongue brought to me. After a long time, I slid down his body until I was poised above his erect and condom-clad penis. Reaching down, I took it in my hand and guided it to my opening. Slowly I sank down onto it with a moan.

Immediately I could feel his cock rub against my g-spot. I had more control of angle and tempo in this position, and began to rock back and forth against him, grinding my pubic bone against him. His prick slid back and forth inside me, exciting me and hitting my g-spot with every grind. I picked up the pace, throwing my head back and putting my hands on his thighs behind me for support. My pelvis had a motion of its own, seemingly not connected to me. I rocked on him, sliding his cock against the hot spot inside me until I began to boil over. With a load moan I closed my eyes and felt my pussy spasm around his cock deep inside me. Shuddering, I leaned forward and collapsed against his chest. Sensing that I was still coming, he grasped my hips and continued to thrust up into me. "Yes, yes," I moaned into his chest as my orgasm continued to rock through my body, washing over me in wave after wave of ecstasy.

"All right, that was great," came Ms. Mallora's voice from some where in front of me. I looked up to see her leaning against her desk. Movie camera still on her shoulder, she had hiked up her skirt and was rubbing her pussy through her pantyhose as she watched us. "Flip her over now James and fuck her from behind," she commanded.

Apparently not one to argue, James picked my limp body up off him, turned around and placed me on my hands and knees on the floor with my ass facing my boss, so she would have a good view as he penetrated me. He then got behind me and reached down to caress my dripping pussy. I moaned as he penetrated me with his fingers, rubbing my over-sensitive clit with his thumb. Leaning down he kissed a trail down my spine, leaving a wet track as he made his way down to my ass. Then he ran his tongue over my asshole, causing me to jump and moan with the sensation. He ran his tongue over it again, getting it nice and wet. Then he stiffened his tongue and attempted to push it into my ass. Not getting very far he then licked one of his fingers until it was nice and wet and pushed that against my sphincter. I jumped a little as I felt it go inside me, but not very far. There was a pause, then I felt something cold against my asshole. He was dribbling lubricant out of a tube all over my ass. He took his warm hands and rubbed the slippery lubricant all over my asscheeks, caressing my butthole with his fingers. Trying again, he pushed his finger inside me. Then he slid it back out and started pushing it back into me again. Each time he pushed in it went a little farther, until I felt his hand against my ass and knew he had his entire finger inside me.

He groaned a little as he started to finger fuck my ass. I looked back over his shoulder and saw that his erection had grown huge despite the fact that it hadn't been touched in some time. Leaving a finger in my ass, he reached down with his other hand and guided his cock into my pussy. Keeping his eyes open and riveted on the finger in my ass, he began to fuck me. Slowly at first, then picking up the pace, he moved his finger in and out of my ass with the same rhythm that he fucked my pussy with his cock. Then he pulled his finger out completely and I felt the cold lube dribble onto my asshole again. This time when he pressed his finger against me I could tell that he was using two fingers. They felt huge going into my ass. He reached around with his other hand and began to rub my clit. I groaned as his cock slid deep into my pussy and his fingers fucked my ass. He picked up the pace against my clit, grinding the palm of his hand against my pussy. My moans quickly became gasps and strangled cries as the triple stimulation put me over the edge again. I felt my pussy spasming around his cock as my ass spasmed around his finger. With a groan and a hard thrust against me, I felt his prick throb inside me as he came hard. He continued to fuck my ass with his fingers as he kept his cock deep inside me.

Finally he pulled out of me, and I suddenly felt empty at the absence of his fingers and dick. I collapsed sideways onto the carpet and found myself looking at Ms. Mallora. She was still leaning against the desk, but she had put the camera onto a tripod at some point and removed her pantyhose. She wasn't wearing any panties underneath. She had taken out a silver vibrator and had apparently just given herself an intense orgasm with it. Her eyes were a bit glazed over and her hair had come loose and was hanging down around her face. Her face and throat were flushed with her arousal and she looked like a completely different person than the prim and proper woman I had known as my boss.

"Mmmm," she murmured. "That was very nice. Perhaps you'll do." She was looking at James, who was still on his knees on the carpet, the full condom dangling from the end of his limp penis. He grinned weakly at her. "It seems you are an ass man. Is that right?" His grin spread across his face and he nodded. "You liked that, didn't you? Having your finger in her ass. I'll bet you were thinking of fucking that tight ass, weren't you? Didn't you think of what it would be like to spurt your cream deep in her clutching ass when you were coming?" He nodded again.

"Well, I think turnabout is fair play. Don't you?" and it was her turn to grin down at him. The smile on his face faltered a bit as he said he didn't know what she was talking about. "I want to know if you can get as good as you give," she said. "It's only fair, after all."

"I, I, I don't know," he stammered. His face had turned a bit pale and he was looking a little uncomfortable. He looked down and saw his penis hanging there, still encased in the condom. He pulled the condom off, knotted it and tossed it in her trash can. "I think maybe I'd better go," he murmured.

"Don't you want the job?" she asked him. He stood up in front of her and looked down at his hands, not saying anything. She leaned forward and whispered something in his ear. His head jerked up as he looked at her incredulously. "You serious?" he asked. "Very," she said. "But you have to play by my rules and do as I say. Are you game?"

James appeared to be in serious thought. What he was thinking about apparently pained him because I could see it in his face as he warred with himself. I guessed that she had whispered a dollar amount in his ear, and he was trying to decide if his own humiliation was worth that much money. Finally, Ms. Mallora leaned forward again and whispered in his ear once more. That apparently decided him, and he nodded. She walked over to her desk and took out a single sheet of paper. Handing it to him, she explained that it was a contract that he should read and sign. I saw his eyes widen as he read it through, but he signed it and handed it back to her.

"Now, Jenny," she said to me. "In the drawer under the video cabinet you will find a variety of items. Please take them out and bring them over here." Following her direction I opened the top drawer to see a huge number of vibrators, dildoes, masks, restraints, strap-ons, butt plugs, and even a cat-o-nine tails. I selected a strap-on and the cat-o-nine tails and brought them over to where she had James leaning over the sofa. "Now," she said. "We'll see how James likes a bit of his own treatment."

justagrrrl @ 2001-10-25T23:29:00

2001-10-26T04:30:18Z

Put the boi on a plane today. He got here last Thursday and left today. Things did not go as planned, although it turned out ok.

justagrrrl @ 2001-10-18T18:39:00

2001-10-18T23:40:23Z

I am floating right now.

justagrrrl @ 2001-10-17T23:21:00

2001-10-18T04:23:12Z

I need a silk kimono for evenings like this when I get out of the bath and it's too warm for my terry cloth robe, and too chilly to be naked.

Video Store Slut

2001-10-17T03:36:18Z

It was just another Friday night; ok except for the fact that my friend Tracy had cancelled on going out to the club with me. So there I was. Alone in the video store on a Friday night. I figured what the hell. If I couldn't go out dancing at least I could relax at home with a glass of wine and the latest Tom Cruise flick. And didn't Brad Pitt have a new movie out? That might do. Any hunky movie star to live in my fantasies for just one night.

Then I noticed a guy over in the corner, by the action/adventure section. He was ruggedly handsome in a Matt Damon kind of way. Sandy blond hair, stocky muscular build. Probably had blue eyes, although I couldn't tell from where I was over by the new releases. I guessed he was about 5'10" maybe 5'11". Only about five inches taller than me. We've make a good match, I thought. Both blonde, both good looking.

That's when I noticed he wasn't really looking at anything in the action/adventure section, he was surreptitiously edging his way toward an unmarked door in the corner. From past experience I knew this was the adult movie section.

I waited until he had gone inside, then I slipped around a family of noisy children all badgering their mom to rent Toy Story 2, and headed toward that door myself. I glanced around to see if anyone noticed, but other than the bickering family there was no one in the store. I then opened the door and peaked my head in to see if anyone else was inside. Nope, just the hunky guy. I slipped inside and quietly closed the door behind me. That's when I noticed that there was a button lock on this side of the door. You could lock yourself in here for privacy. So I did.

The guy hadn't looked up when I came in. He was on the opposite side of the little box-shaped room from me, looking at films with group lesbian scenes. I moved a little farther into the room, looking at what happened to be in front of me: anal sex films. Well, I could see this video store didn't stock much in the way of "straight sex" films.

As I moved closer to him I noticed that he finally glanced up at me, then quickly away. Then he looked again, apparently noticing for the first time that it was a girl in the room with him, not some other guy pervert. After that he started working his way along the shelves toward me, sneaking peeks whenever he thought I was looking at the movies. I could tell he was thinking of and discarding a million corny come-on lines in his head. Finally he went with the obvious, "Seen any good movies lately?" Then he grimaced, as if to admit that he knew how lame that was.

I smiled up at him as if noticing him for the first time. I thought I'd play along and see how far this went. "I don't usually watch this kind of stuff, but I was curious. What would you recommend?" I figured this opened a whole line of conversation, and I'd leave it in his lap to see how far he wanted to take it.

Sure enough he decided to be bold and asked, "What kind of sex do you like? Um, I mean?" and he trailed off, blushing. I thought that was cute.

"Well," I said, "I've always wanted to try sex in a public place. Do you suppose they have anything like that here?"

He made a great show of looking around, and finally located an amateur flick that promised public fucking scenes in such great places as restaurants, public restrooms, parks and one scene at a carnival surrounded by fair goers. "I don't know if I could ever do something like that," I said. "Could you?"

He finally seemed to see where I was going with this and grinned at me. "Well, I'm game to try anything once," he said. He slipped up closer to me and put his arm around me slowly, making sure he was reading my signals right.

After that there wasn't much in the way of conversation. He bent his head down to kiss me, quickly slipping his tongue inside my mouth. I wound one hand in his longish blonde hair and wrapped the other around his waist, pulling him closer to me. He put his hands on my back, then slowly moved them down until they were resting at the top of my jeans.

At one point he came up for breath and looked toward the door. "I locked it," I whispered in his ear. He raised his eyebrows and smiled at me. Then he bent down again to engage my mouth in more interesting diversions than talking. His lips nibbled at mine, sucking my lips, then licking their length with his tongue. His tongue had a life of its own, probing deep into my mouth, wrapping itself around my own tongue. Then he pulled his mouth away just long enough to trail kissed down my neck. He worked his way around until I felt his hot breath against my ear.

My knees started to feel weak as he blew in my ear, then gently tongued it with his warm wet tongue. Apparently he could sense this and he moved me over to the one area of wall bare of shelves of videos. He pushed me up against the wall and leaned in towards me, covering my body with his. And he continued that magic with his mouth.

With my back against the wall, he now had his hands free. And he began to put them to good use. First he groped for my breasts, getting one in each hand. Each one is a handful, and he began to caress their outlines through my shirt. This stimulation raised my nipples, which stood out a half inch under my shirt. He then began to roll them between his index finger and thumb on each hand, sending delicious tingles through me.

Keeping his tongue in my mouth, he moved his hands down and lifted my shirt until he could get at my bare breasts. I wasn't wearing a bra, and I was soon moaning into his mouth, his ministrations to my nipples sending cascades of sensation through me. He pulled away from me and looked down into my face, obviously enjoying the reaction he was getting from me. Then he pulled my shirt up higher and moved his head down until he could take a nipple into his mouth. His wet tongue circled it gently at first, then he sucked it into his warm mouth and I gasped at the sensation this produced. Then he pulled away slightly and blew on it, watching the areola crinkle as my nipple got even harder.

He repeated this treatment on the other breasts, keeping a hand on the tit that wasn't in his mouth. His fingers twiddled my nipple, pinching and rolling it until exquisite sensations were coursing through me. My nipples have always had a direct line to my clitoris, and this stimulation was having the direct result of making me extremely wet.

Somehow sensing this, he began to move his hands down my belly, pausing to undo the button on my jeans and pull the zipper down. He then eased his hand inside my jeans, inside my panties, cupping my moist mound in his palm. He leaned against me and found my mouth with his again, kissing me desperately as he rubbed his hardon against my leg.

Then he slipped one finger inside the lips of my pussy, feeling my wetness. Sliding the finger around, he found the top of my slit and my hard clit. This he began to rub, slowly at first then with increasing vigor, producing ragged breathing from me that I was sure could be heard outside the walls of our private little video box.

Suddenly it seemed he could no longer wait. He pulled away from me and gestured for me to remove my jeans. I did, while he slipped out of his. He was wearing bikini pants and his erection was sticking up over the top of them, the head purple and throbbing. I moaned and reached for it, intending to take it into my mouth. But he said no, he was too close and he wanted to fuck me.

He pushed me back against the wall again and took one of my legs into his hand, guiding it up and around his waist. So I was balanced on one foot as he thrust forward with his hardon, trying to find my willing opening. I guided him in with my hand. Once the tip was inside me, he paused, apparently trying to catch his breath or to calm down. He brought his hand down to the top of my pussy and felt again for my clit. This he started to rub with two fingers until I began to moan.

Leaning forward he pushed his tongue into my mouth to stifle my moans, then pushed forward into me with his cock. It felt so good as it thrust deeply inside me, filling me. I felt almost bereft as he pulled back out. But then he pushed it in again. At first his rhythm was a bit jerky, but he soon found his stride. Grasping my backside with both his hands he found the leverage he needed to speed up his thrusts.

I reached my own hand down and found my clit. I could tell he was close, and I wanted to cum with him. I began to frantically rub my hard nubbin, feeling it slide beneath the concealing hood. I leaned my head back against the wall and tried not to pant so loud. I briefly wondered if we could be heard out in the video store. But this felt too damn good and I just didn't care. I rubbed faster, closing my eyes and concentrating on the sensations flooding my pussy. Close, I was close. Then he leaned into me and buried his face in my neck, groaning with his need to release. "Oh god," he whispered. "You're so tight, so hot, you feel so good. God!" He groaned again and somehow his words brought me to the point of release.

"Yes," I said. "I'm cumming. Come with me!" My pussy began to spasm around his cock, milking him with my internal muscles as my orgasm overcame me. I think my knees did give out at that point, but his weight pinned me to the wall and wouldn't let me collapse. I could hear his breathing go ragged at that, then could feel his dick starting to spurt inside me. His thrusting became jerky, then he thrust deeply into me one last time and stayed there. His mouth was against my neck, sucking on the skin in an effort not to make any noise as he came. We were both awash in the feeling of mutual orgasm, not caring about anything else, not knowing there was anything else.

When he finally leaned back away from me and withdrew, I slid to the floor, my knees giving out. He grinned down at me and reached down to help me back to my feet. "Well," he said. "I guess I won't be needing that movie after all."

Taking requests

2001-10-13T20:26:30Z

OK, I've got the borrowed camcorder back. I've had a few requests since the last page of naked pics and I'll try to accommodate specific requests (within reason). So if you have a pose or outfit you'd like to see me in, post here or send me an e-mail and I'll see what I can do.

This will be still pictures only, cause I don't have the software to make movie files. If anyone wants to tell me what software I need to do that, I'd be grateful. I'm also interested in recording an mp3 of my orgasming, but don't know how to do it. So if anyone has the technical expertise, please let me know.

Got a fun new toy today!

2001-10-11T22:31:23Z

I got this in the mail today

It looks long to me. I might cut some of it off. We'll see ;)

A More Proper Welcome

2001-10-10T19:54:24Z

My lover wrapped his arm around me, putting his hand in my back pocket. I did the same to him and we walked down to the baggage carousel together. After the usual jostling around with a huge crowd of people, we got his suitcase and left. Up three flights of stairs to the parking lot. We stopped between stories for quick kisses and gropes in the stairwell. We were both giddy with being together. We were acting silly and feeling good.

We piled into my car, a tangle of arms and legs in the front seat. But it's a compact car, and there isn't a lot of room for comfortable fucking, so after a steamy minute of kissing and groping, we rearranged ourselves and I drove out of the parking garage.

Although it was October and slightly chilly, the day was nice and sunny and the breeze felt warm. So I headed out of the city on a scenic road that I know of that leads to a little park by a lake. I felt fairly sure that, even with nice weather, no one else would be there this time of year.

While I drove my lover gently stroked my neck, then moved his hand down and teased my nipple through my shirt until it was standing out through the fabric. Then he moved his hand to the other one and did the same thing. There really wasn't enough room behind the steering wheel for him to get his hand down my pants, but he fondled me through my jeans until I could feel my crotch starting to drip. Of course, it was already dripping from our little tryst in the airport bathroom.

I slowed down when I turned into the entrance of the little park, and sure enough, there was no one else there. I pulled the car off to the side, near the picnic area, and parked. We got out of the car and stretched, then he pulled me into his arms to give me a long kiss. The kissing began to get a little more frantic as he rubbed my pussy through my jeans again. He stuck his tongue down my throat and sucked on my own tongue. His fingers were working their magic all over me. He has always known just precisely how to turn me on.

He pulled away from me slightly, just far enough to pull my shirt off over my head. Since we had lost my bra in the airport bathroom I was braless and now bare from the waist up. Then he unfastened my jeans and pulled them off, along with my underwear. Now I was standing naked in front of the car. My nipples were hard as rocks from the cold, but he took me back in his arms to warm me up.

Then with a devilish grin he laid me back on the hood of the car, which was still warm from the drive. He pushed me back till my butt was resting just at the edge of the hood, and my feet were propped on the bumper. Then he knelt down and admired the view before him. Earlier that morning I had taken care in shaving my pussy completely bare for him. He reached out and ran his hand over the smooth skin of my mound. Then he pulled the lips of my pussy apart and smiled as he saw how wet I still was.

He leaned forward and slowly began to lick the insides of my thighs. He draped my legs over his shoulders and moved in closer. Still holding my lips apart, he bent in for a taste. I gasped as he gave me a long lick up the length of my pussy. He seemed to like the taste and went in for more. He started sucking on the lips, licking up the sides of my pussy, avoiding my hard little clit. He brought one hand up to me and put one finger up inside me.

I moaned as he pressed his finger upward, finding my g-spot. He began a small fucking rhythm with his finger as he continued to lick my pussy. His finger was rubbing back and forth over my g-spot and I began to moan louder. It felt so good to have his finger inside me, and his warm mouth over my pussy. He put his whole mouth over me and began to suck. Finally he started to use his tongue, flicking my clit lightly as he continued to finger fuck me. I began to thrash on the hood of the car, my moans escalating to screams as my orgasm began to wash over me. In that instant he took my clit in his mouth completely and sucked hard on it. That put me over the edge and I screamed out that I was cumming. I pressed my hands into the hood of the car, arching my back and pushing myself down into his face. My climax seemed to last for a minute or more.

Finally he stood up and looked down at me, still spread-eagled on the hood of the car. There was a big wet stain under me, making the paint very shiny in the patch under my butt. I could see that he was aroused. His erection was sticking up inside his jeans, making a prominent bulge. I wanted it, wanted his cock inside me. But my orgasm had left me feeling like my muscles were make of rubber. So I just laid there and watched as he stripped off his own shirt, baring his beautiful, muscular chest. Then he unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, stepping out of them until he stood before me in the nude. His erection stuck out in front of him like the staff of a god, and I couldn't wait to worship it.

He motioned for me to stay where I was on the car. He moved in over me, using his hard cock to rub my now hyper-sensitive clit. Little shivers ran through my body every time he slid his penis over me. He ran it up and down the length of my pussy, getting it soaking wet with my own juices until it shone in the sunlight. Then he gently teased my opening with it, sticking his dick in just a little way before pulling it back out.

Soon I was pushing up against him, arching my back and reaching for him with my pussy. But he insisted on teasing me. We weren't in an airport restroom, and he was determined to take his time with me this time. He made a show of licking his thumb, then brought it down against my clit. I gasped as he began to make circles around my clit with his thumb. Still he wouldn't penetrate me more than a few inches. I bucked up against his hand, trying to take more of him inside me. But he used his other hand to press me back down to the car.

He continued his slow circling treatment of my clitoris for what seemed an eternity. And just when I thought I couldn't stand it any more, he thrust the length of his hard cock into me in one swift motion. I screamed out and reached for him, wanting him. He just looked down at me and began to fuck me in earnest, picking up the pace of rubbing my clit to match the tempo of his thrusts.

He seemed determine to last a long time, but I felt no need to hold back my orgasm. And so I began to come almost continuously, crying out again and again how good it felt to have him fucking me. How I needed him to fuck me hard, make me cum. I came again and again, I don't know how many times, writhing on the hood of my car.

Finally he pulled out of me and reached down to pull me to my feet. Then he gently turned me around the bent me over the hood of the car, my ass sticking up in the air. He wasted no time in moving behind me and pushing his wet dick back inside me. He began to fuck me even faster, thrusting harder and deeper inside me in this position. I reached down between my legs and found my clit with my fingers. I started to twirl my fingers over it, frantically fast, keeping up with the pace of his fast fucking. I wanted to cum one last time, to cum when he did. And I knew he must be getting close.

I felt it begin in the pit of my stomach, washing up in waves of warmth through my body, out to my fingers and toes. My body began to tense, then spasm as I came harder than I had yet. I bucked against him and yelled out in my pleasure. He took hold of my hips in both hands and started banging me as hard as he could. Finally he cried out that he was coming too. He pulled out and squirted his warm come all over my back and ass. I slumped to the ground, too exhausted to stand.

And I thought, now that was a more proper welcome!

Updated my website

2001-10-03T19:11:07Z

New graphics by alteregos. Thanks Nika! Check out the new layout here and let me know what you think ;)

An Improper Welcome

2001-10-02T18:59:36Z

I could hardly believe the day was here. I had waited so long, and finally my lover would be arriving in town today! I had gotten up early, wanting everything to be perfect for him. I showered, taking time to carefully shave my pussy bare. I lathered up and used a brand new razor to get the closest shave possible. When I was done I rubbed lotion into my skin all over until it was soft and imminently touchable.

It was October and the weather was a bit chilly, so I wore skin tight blue jeans with a tight red t-shirt. My finger and toe nails I had painted bright red the night before. So now I applied a little lipstick and mascara, a little perfume, and I was ready to go.

On the drive to the airport I kept anticipating in my mind what my lover would be doing to me in just a couple of hours. My pussy began to tingle, thinking about his tongue in my mouth, in my pussy, all over my body. What his fingers would soon be doing to me, the tunes he would play with his hands on my body.

Arriving at the airport I parked and walked into the main terminal. I drew quite a few looks from guys in the airport. My breasts stood out proudly under the t-shirt I was wearing, my nipples hard from the fantasizing I had been doing in the car. I could feel how wet my pussy was inside my panties as I walked, and knew my rear was drawing just as many looks as my front.

Locating his flight I made my way to the gate. This particular gate had another flight getting ready to go out, so the waiting area was packed and there was no where to sit. So I leaned against the wall to wait. There was a group of young guys who looked to still be in high school who were goofing around together near me, and they noticed me as soon as I walked up. I had fun watching as they sneaked peeks and my tits when they thought I wasn't looking. My nipples were hard as ever, standing out a half inch under my shirt, even through the lacy bra I was wearing. I had the urge to rub them, but didn't think I could do it without half the waiting area noticing, so I contented myself with wondering if these teenaged guys would know what to do if I went over and offered to fuck them all out in the parking lot.

Finally a plane taxied in to the gate and passengers from my lover's plane began to disembark. He must have been seated in the middle of the plane because I saw him about halfway though the people getting off. He wasn't hard to spot, being taller (and better looking) than any other passenger on the plane. I bounded forward to greet him, pulling him out of the flow of traffic to give him a hug. I pulled his head down to mine and french kissed him, letting him know just how much I had missed him.

This went on for several minutes, drawing glares from the other passengers around us. I heard someone whisper "Get a room," but I just laughed as I finally let him go and got a good look at him. He grinned down at me, saying "Hi. I guess you missed me." Then he laughed and leaned down to kiss me again. This time he set down his carryon bag so he could hug me properly, groping my jean-clad ass in his warm hands.

He slid his knee between my legs, and I slowly began to hump against it, almost unconscious of what I was doing. My thong panties were drenched and I was so close to orgasm I was gasping. He continued to kiss me, tonguing my mouth, then moving down and kissing my neck, tonguing my ears. I could hear my own ragged breath as I panted, totally out of control. His hands moved up my back, then under my shirt. He moved his hands around to the front and fondled my breasts through the lacy bra I was wearing.

Suddenly I remembered that we were in the middle of a busy airport gate, with about a hundred people crammed into the space around us. I pulled his hands away from my tits and whispered in his ear that we should find a more private place for our reunion. He laughed, picked up his bag and grabbed my hand, leading me out of the gate area. The looks we got as we walked away ranged from outrage to pure lust.

Once in the corridor, he looked up and down, trying to find a likely spot. We walked up a ways until we came to a deserted gate area. There were only a few early-birds here waiting for their flight. But apparently he didn't think that was private enough, so he pulled me into the men's bathroom next to the waiting area. The bathroom was also deserted, thank god, and he pulled me into a stall and slid the bolt home.

Wasting no time he pulled my shirt off and started tonguing my nipples through my bra while he reached around behind me to unclasp it. When it was off he started sucking on my tits, almost driving me crazy with the tingling in my hard nipples. He pulled me hard against him, sliding his knee between my legs again, encouraging me to hump his thigh. As I did I could feel his erection hidden in his jeans.

Suddenly I couldn't wait for it any more. I dropped to my knees on the bathroom stall floor and reached for his zipper. I undid his pants and pulled out his hard dick. He hadn't worn any underwear, what a thoughtful gesture. I heard him inhale sharply as I sucked his cock into my warm mouth. I played with it with my hands, my fingertips stroking his balls, the shaft. I flicked the head with my tongue, teasing the glans, then sucked it down to the root, drawing another sharp inhalation from him.

Apparently that was enough for him, and he didn't want to come in my mouth. He pulled me to my feet and turned me around. Already bare from the waist up, he now undid my jeans and pulled them to my knees. Then he pulled my thong from between my ass cheeks. It was literally soaked through with my juices. He pulled that down to my knees as well.

Then I could feel his hard, hot dick as he rubbed it on my ass cheeks. I braced my hands against the wall and spread my legs apart as far as I could. He pulled me back into him. One hand caressed my breasts, while the other searched for my clit. He pulled my labia apart and slipped one finger inside me, getting it coated with my liberally flowing juices. Then he slid it upward and began making circles around my clit. I immediately felt my knees grow weak as the warmth spread out from my clit, up into my belly, as my orgasm grew close.

He took his hand off my pussy for a moment to guide his throbbing cock into my soaking wet opening. Even with his oversized prick he didn't have any trouble pushing into the hilt on his first thrust. That almost put me over the edge, being suddenly filled with his cock like that. Then he reached around me again to fondle my clit. Instead of circling it this time he began to flick it back and forth with his finger. Then he put a finger on either side of it and began vibrating them on my clit. And that was it for me. I let out a yell as my orgasm began. He wrapped his other arm around my waist to support me as I was overcome. My legs trembled, my body shook, and I screamed out that I was coming. My moans got louder and louder as each wave of climax washed over me.

He continued to thrust into me, each thrust seemingly harder and deeper than the last. His fingers kept up their pressure on my clit, even though my orgasm had gained a life of its own and seemed it would continue forever. Finally he yelled out that he too was going to cum, and his thrusts got a bit jerky as he started to shoot off inside me.

When we calmed down a little bit, leaning against the side of the stall to catch our breaths, I turned to him, gave him a kiss and said "Welcome home." He grinned down at me and said "That was quite some welcome!"

We pulled our clothes together, only slightly more rumpled than they had been previously. Unfortunately, in the heat of the moment he had thrown my bra somewhere and I couldn't find it. So I put my t-shirt back on over my naked breasts, my hard nipples standing out even more prominently than before. My panties provided scarce protection from the wetness oozing down my thighs, but I cleaned up as best I could before we stepped out of the stall.

There still wasn't anyone in the bathroom, but when we walked out we noticed there were a lot more people than there had been fifteen minutes before, and most of them were smiling at us or sneaking sly looks at us. One guy even winked. I just grabbed my lover's hand and pulled him off toward baggage claim, wanting to get out of the airport and someplace more conducive to giving him a proper welcome.

I need your help

2001-09-25T18:28:17Z

I have the opportunity to enter an erotic short story contest with a grand prize of $1000 and runner-up prizes of $500. Please help me pick out my best story to send in. Here are the criteria:

a specific time and place (real or imaginary)
defined characters the reader can believe in and care about
a plot - a series of events that in some manner large or small (and better large than small) changes the lives of those characters
lots of good sex, without the usual cliches
entries should be 2,000 to 3,000 words

As I see it, I think I have three pieces that would fit the bill, with a little work from me. The Convenience Store - part 1 is 1,564 words, so would need to be beefed up a little. The Convenience Store - part 2 is 3,356 words, so would need to be cut by 356 words. But I'm not sure that it stands alone without part 1. And The Roommate is 3,471, so would need to be cut by 471 words. I think that's doable.

I was going to include a poll for your voting, but since I'm not a paid member I guess I can't. So just reply to this post to tell me which story you think I should submit :) Thank you.

How erotic am I?

2001-09-20T03:40:06Z

According to this AstroCenter survey
"You are the experimental erotic. You are a sensate, , which means that you are acutely aware of your senses and how good they can make you feel. Your eroticism is motivated by your need for sensory stimulation. Your motto is; if it feels good, try it. You are a person who is comfortable expressing yourself sexually, with very few hang-ups. Part of this excitement is exploring new parts of yourself and your mate. It is a way to keep the candle lit, never letting yourself get bored. You are seeking the true balance of physical and emotional connection that works for you and your mate. No doubt, you will find it."

I must say that most of these surveys are hokey, but I thought this one pegged me right on!

Updated FAQ page

2001-09-19T17:40:54Z

At long last I finally updated my faq page on my website. I was hoping for a few more questions, so I had to make some up ;) If you have a question for me, there's a link to my e-mail address on the page. You can e-mail your question to me and I'll add it to the page when next I update it.

FAQ.

One Hot Summer Day

2001-09-07T16:15:45Z

It has been so hot here lately that I was reminded of this story. This is a true story that happened to me almost exactly three years ago. The guy (my next door neighbor) continued to watch me and masturbate for about five months until he moved away. Nothing physical ever happened between us, although we did have phone sex a couple of times.

I had been sweating all day. The late August air was sluggish and heavy and made it impossible to think about anything but icy lemonade and a nap. I moved into the bedroom and turned the fan toward the bed. I peeled off my t-shirt and shorts, then flung my bra on the floor and stepped out of my panties. The sheet felt cool against my back as I lay down on the bed, the fan evaporating the sweat from my skin. I propped the pillows up behind me and reached for my magazine.

Reading the erotic stories soon had me feeling even more hot, but in a different way. I reached for the lubricant and squeezed some so that it ran down the crack of my pussy. I dipped my finger in and spread it around. I hardly needed any I was so wet, but the cool liquid felt good against my pussy lips. I started rubbing the outer lips of my pussy, then ran my finger inside. Then I rubbed on either side of my clit, feeling it start to harden and enlarge.

When I was so turned on I couldn't stand it any more, I started to rub above the hood of my clit. Then I ran my finger up and down the length of my pussy, giving my clit the stimulation it needed. I began rubbing faster and faster, my breathing ragged. Suddenly the noise from outside interrupted my pleasure. Some neighbor kids were screaming, and a dog was barking.

Irritated, I jumped up to close the window. When I looked out, I saw a face peering back at me from the next door house. Startled, I reacted without thinking, pulling the blinds shut instead of closing the window. My mind was racing. I knew that someone had moved into the house next door. I had seen him in his yard, had seen him mowing the lawn without a shirt on. He was muscular, and cute, with dark hair and eyes, clean shaven. These thoughts flew through my head as I lay back down on the bed. Did I really see him? Had he been watching me, or had he just happened to look out the window at just that moment? If he had been watching me, was it the first time?

Suddenly I realized that I was extremely wet at the thought of this attractive man next door watching me masturbate. I thought I should be disturbed by it, but it turned me on. I moved my hand over my pussy, rubbing my clit frantically now. Breathing fast, my mind still racing. Seeing his face, his eyes watching me. Then I came hard, writhing on the bed, breathing hard. Still picturing his face in my mind, the orgasm seemed to go on and on.

FAQs?

2001-08-13T15:51:55Z

I'm thinking of updating the FAQ section of my website. I have a couple questions that people ask me all the time, so I will address those. But I thought if other people have questions they want answered... So, write me your questions — either via e-mail to justagrrl@2die4.com or reply to this post. I can't promise I'll answer everything, but I'll do my best. And the most asked questions will go up on my site.

Thanks :)

The Roommate

2001-08-06T06:01:57Z

If I had the last few months of my life to do over differently, I would definitely do things differently. Oh, I would still have broken up with my boyfriend and kicked him out - he was a jerk. It was after he moved out that things got weird. First, I discovered that I couldn't afford to pay the whole rent by myself. So I figured it made sense to advertise for a roommate. But I didn't think to specify in the ad "must be quiet during sex." And I didn't think to ask when I interviewed her either. After all, you just don't think of those things when you are looking for a roommate. Plus, she seemed really cool when I met her. Actually, she is really cool.

Then I found out she has a boyfriend. I tried not to let it bother me. I've sworn off men for a little while, but that doesn't mean she has to. Then I met him, and he's really cute. I mean, he's like super sexy. Damn. So, I'm jealous. I admit it. No big deal. The thing is, he lives in a frat house and she doesn't like to spend the night and have sex with him over there. Well, now I know why. She's so damn loud when they fuck that I'm sure all the other frat boys were cat-calling and egging them on.

But really, I tried not to let it bother me. So she fucks her boyfriend over here, and so I can hear them going at it through these flimsy walls (her bedroom shares a wall with mine). And truly if it was just once in a while that would be fine. But he's over here all the time. And when they go at it it's not just once and they're done, it's all goddamn night long. And she's not just loud like moaning or screaming, she likes to talk dirty too. So that's why it is that I'm awake at 2:30 in the morning listening to my roommate scream "Fuck me, fuck me harder, your big cock feels so good in my pussy, oh yeah, that's it, faster, faster, I'm gonna cum, ahhrrgghh..."

And in the morning when I get up I know he'll be there in the kitchen drinking coffee and looking sexy in just boxer shorts. She sleeps in, but he's a morning person and he's always there with this smug smile on his face that just smacks of satisfaction. And I haven't had a real prick inside me in almost three months. It's enough to drive me nuts.

There she goes again. It's a wonder she doesn't break glass. He's quiet as a mouse until he cums, then you can here him kind of grunt and groan as he spurts. Well, if I can't sleep at least I can take advantage of the stimulation. So I reach over to the nightstand for my vibrator. I slip my panties down my thighs, over my feet and onto the floor. I pull my t-shirt up over my head, then lay back down on the bed naked. It's a cool night and I have the window open just enough to feel the night air on my skin. My nipples harden without being touched, until they are two points sticking up begging to be sucked.

I turn the vibrator on low and run it around each nipple, feeling the gentle vibrations penetrate my aureole and send tingles down to my pussy. With my other hand I take the other nipple in my fingertips and tug on it. I trade back and forth, working the cool plastic vibrator over both breasts until it has warmed to the temperature of my skin. Then I slide it down my belly to the top of my pussy. There is no need to apply extra lubrication; my noisy neighbor's extra-curricular activities have provided all the stimulus I need to start creaming.

I part the lips of my pussy with the tip of the vibrator and run it up and down the length of it, alongside the labia, inside the labia, avoiding my clit for the time being. The plastic becomes slick with my own juices and slides easily through my pussy hair. With the other hand I reach down and part the lips at the top, exposing the hood of my engorged clit. I tease the vibrator up and down the sides of the hood, stimulating the root of my clit.

"Oh yeah," she screams. "That's it baby. Oh god. Stick your finger in my ass. Oh yeah that feels so good. God. That's where I want it. I have to have your cock in my ass. Fuck my ass!"

I turn the vibrator up to high and rub it faster and faster around my clit. I want to time it so I reach climax just when they do. There is a pause in the action next door and I picture them changing positions as he gets ready to plumb her ass. Then the moaning starts again and I imagine his ass humping up and down over her prone form. I move the vibrator faster and faster, circling my clit, then pressing it hard onto my clit as the vibrations take me over the edge and I hear him grunting as he unloads deep inside her. Oh yeah, that does it. My body convulses as orgasm rips through me.

Afterward I sincerely hope that they are done for the night because I do need to get some sleep. After all, some of us have to work in the morning. And beside, I'm so relaxed right now ...

In the morning he is there as I knew he would be. All 6'2" of him, long and lean and sexy. He has dark hair and a short goatee. Normally I don't like men with facial hair, but on him it just looks really good. I start to imagine how it would feel pressed against my pussy as he went down on me. And stop myself because I don't want to start imagining that. So I start thinking about the orgasm I had last night, thinking that will convince me that I am satiated and don't need more. But that makes me hornier than ever. So I make a hasty exit and go to work early.

Friday night finally rolls around and a couple of my friends decide that I need to get out and have some fun. So I tell my roommate that I'm going out and not to expect me till late, or maybe not at all cause I might crash at a friends house if I'm too drunk to drive. I get dolled up in a little black dress with the hemline right below my crotch and my boobs practically hanging out. Yeah, I'm out to get some and I want the men there to know it.

We go out to a new club I haven't been to before, but the action basically sucks. There's hardly anybody there, and the music isn't all that great either. But my friend Rachel doesn't want to leave because there's this guy she likes who happens to be there that she wants to stay and flirt with. But she doesn't want us to leave because if it doesn't work out she doesn't want to be alone. So we stay and drink and talk and wait and finally she hooks up with the guy and they leave together. Arrgh. So we could have left earlier, but now it's almost closing time and we may as well go home. And all I want to do is fall into bed because I'm so bored it's made me tired. But I'm a little tipsy so I ask my friend to drop me off at my place.

She drops me off at the front door and I go inside and upstairs to my apartment door. And what do I hear but my roommate and her boyfriend going at it. Just what I need. I'm drunk, horny as hell and alone, and she's getting some. Life can be so unfair sometimes. I have this insane urge to run away, and at the same time I want to go in there and break up their little party. I sigh and put my key in the lock and walk into the entryway.

From the entry it seems that she is being much louder than usual. Then I look up and realize that's because they aren't doing it in her room as per usual, they are going at it in the living room. They must have figured I'd be out all night, or else they were too damn hot and horny for each other to walk the extra fifteen feet. And now I have a dilemma. I have to go through the living room to get to my bedroom. I can go from here into the living room, or into the kitchen. Fuck. So I go into the kitchen. And realize that I can actually see them in the pass-through that goes from the kitchen into the living room. There's a lamp on in there and I can see his ass going up and down as he fucks her from behind on the sofa.

It's just the way I've imagined it so many times alone in my bedroom as I listened to them fuck. But then I was free to masturbate as I listened and imagined. Now I can't get to my room without them seeing me. And just as I think that, he looks up and over his shoulder and sees me standing there in the kitchen watching them. And he grins and winks! I'm frozen to the spot trying to be invisible, and he winks at me. What the fuck does that mean?

Now he seems to be getting into it a bit more. He picks up the pace, then reaches under her and starts frigging her clit. She goes into orbit, screaming that she's cumming. And he looks back at me to see my reaction. I can't take my eyes away, and suddenly I realize that I am totally turned on by this. I'm so wet that you could practically wring my panties out.

He beckons me closer with his finger, and I take two trembling steps into the living room doorway. She has her face down into the sofa and can't see me, doesn't know that I'm here. My head feels light and I realize that I'm still buzzed and feeling high and horny. My knees are trembling and my pussy is leaking like mad. I take a few more steps and I'm now actually standing in the living room, just a few feet from their naked, sweaty coupling bodies.

His eyes are locked on mine as he continues to hump his girlfriend underneath him. He gestures for me to lift up my dress. I can't believe I'm doing it, but I lift up the hem of my skirt and pull it up around my waist. I don't even wait for him to indicate anything else, I slide my panties down my legs to the floor. Then I reach between my legs and start to pet my soaking pussy. My fingers slide in effortlessly and I start to fuck myself, still with my eyes locked on his.

He gestures that I should come closer, and I step close enough that he can touch me. He does. He reaches out and touches my pussy, then puts his finger to his mouth and sucks off my juices. Then he leans down and whispers something in my roommates ear. She pulls herself off his cock and rolls over on the sofa, facing up. I'm frozen to the spot, but she just smiles and gets up off the sofa. She comes over so that she is behind me, and tugs my dress up higher. She pulls it up under my breasts, then raises my hands above my head and slides the dress completely off. Then I can feel her hands behind me unhooking my bra. And now I am standing in front of both of them, completely naked.

I am so turned on that my thighs glisten with my own juices and my nipples are standing out like gumdrops. So far he has stayed on the sofa, watching his girlfriend undress me. Now he gets up and reaches his hand out to me. He pulls me over to the sofa and sits me down, then kneels down beside me and starts sucking on my nipple. At this point the thinking part of my brain shuts down and the sensual side takes over. I moan and arch my back, pressing my breast into his mouth. He reaches up with his other hand and squeezes my other breast. I close my eyes and concentrate on the sensations racing through my body from my nipples to my pussy and back like electric currents.

I feel a weight on the sofa beside me and feel his hand lift away from my breast. He is still making lazy circles with his tongue around my nipple. Then I feel wetness on my other nipple, a tongue exploring the texture of my aureole. A sigh escapes me, then a groan as they simultaneously start to suck on both my nipples. I am lost in the sensations pulsing through me. Then I feel one set of lips depart my tit and slide up my chest to my neck. And the other set of lips slips down my belly, detours around my navel with a little lick, and dives into my pussy. The mouth on my clit is surrounded by hair (which feels as good as I thought it would against my thighs), so the mouth that is nibbling on my ears must belong to...

She kisses and nibbles my neck, my ears. Her delicate lips and tongue, her light touch sets of an explosion of sensation in me. She kisses her way around my jaw, then suddenly I feel her lips against mine, her tongue against my teeth, then her tongue is in my mouth, wrestling with my own tongue. Her kiss is gentle, then becomes more insistent as she kisses me harder. I reach my hands up and touch her hair, cup her face in my hands, kiss her back as hard as she's kissing me. And as the same time, he is licking my pussy from one end to the other, then concentrating on my clit. His tongue circles it, then suddenly he sucks it into his mouth and begins to flick it with his tongue. At this I have to pull away from her delicious mouth and gasp in air to scream that I am cumming. And I am cumming, hard. It washes through me in wave after scrumptious wave of pure pleasure.

My head is tipped back against the back of the sofa and I can hear my breathing louder than anything in the room. His hands pull my thighs apart and I feel him rise up on his knees in front of me. Then I feel his cock at my opening. And suddenly what I want more than anything in the world is to feel his dick inside me, filling me up. He slides it up and down my wet pussy, pausing at the top to swirl it around my now super sensitive clit. He rubs it all over, getting it coated with my own juices. Then he pushes it inside me, just the tip. It feels wonderful, nice and thick. Suddenly he thrusts forward and I cry out with pleasure as I am filled with the whole of him. And he seems to fill all of me more than I have ever been filled before.

He leans down over me and takes one of my nipples back into his warm mouth. He sucks hard on it for a moment, then takes it in his teeth and tugs. At the same time he begins to thrust into me with a hard rhythm that is bringing me closer and closer to the edge. Then he leans back to look at me, and he reaches his hand down and puts his thumb against my clit. He doesn't rub, just rests it there and lets the force of his thrusting rock my clit back and forth against his thumb. It's just a light pressure, but steady and it is enough to send me crashing headlong over the edge of another tremendous orgasm. My breath bursts from me as I feel the dam burst inside me and I ride the waves of pleasure as they course through me. My insides feel like they are on fire, radiating out from my pussy until I feel I must be giving off a radioactive heat.

Once my climax has crested, he slows the pace of his fucking and looks over at the other end of the sofa. My roommate is sprawled there. She has two fingers stuffed up her twat and is using the fingers of her other hand to swirl frantically at her clit. Her eyes lock with his as she groans with her pleasure at seeing him fuck me.

He moves away from me and pulls me up on the sofa. Then he turns me over and angles me so that my head is toward her and my butt is toward him. His fingers caress my backside, then slide between my legs and into my pussy. He thrusts two fingers up into me and starts stroking me while his thumb works against my clit. He pushes me forward further toward her as he gets up on his knees on the sofa behind me. My face is practically between her legs and I can smell her arousal, and the smell of him on her from when they were screwing before. And now for the first time I notice that her pussy is shaved completely bald.

She reaches her hands up for my face, caressing my lips, my mouth. She slips a finger between my lips and I can taste her juices on it. It tastes rather like me when I lick my fingers after masturbating. And her hands are gently pulling on my head, easing me down between her thighs, aiming my mouth at her pussy. I acquiesce and stick out my tongue for a taste of her. Her smooth bare skin is soft beneath my tongue. I slide my tongue down further to the top of her slit. Now I can taste more of the salty tang of her juices.

I slide my tongue down farther, licking down until I can feel the opening of her inner lips. Then I start to move my tongue back up, exploring the opening of her pussy, the folds, the hood of her clit. She moans her approval and thrusts her hips up at me. I suck her pussy lips into my mouth, running my tongue along the sides of them inside my mouth. Then I try to stick my tongue up into her pussy as far as it will go. The smell of her fills my nostrils as my nose is pressed down into her flesh. I lick my way back up, slowly licking and licking at her tasty folds. When I get to her clit I start by licking the edges of her hood. I can feel the hardness of her nubbin inside. I slide the hood up and down her clit with my tongue. Then I take the whole thing into my mouth and suck.

And suddenly she is bucking under me, almost pushing me away. I fight to keep my mouth on her pussy, my tongue on her clit. I suck harder and can hear her screaming that she is going to cum. I place my hands on her inner thighs to try to hold her in place as I bring her to climax. My cheeks and neck have become wet with her copious juices, and it is hopeless to try to swallow all of it.

Then I feel his cock at the entrance of my pussy, as I am kneeling over his girlfriend with my face in her pussy. He rams it into me with no ceremony and starts fucking me hard and deep. My orgasm rushes over me almost instantly, tearing my mouth away from her as I cry out and thrash under him. I feel her reach forward, then feel her fingers against my own clit. I scream as she starts to rub it fast and furiously. I bite down on my own lip as my climax hits, and keeps going and going. Then I hear him grunting and feel his thrusts go wild as he spurts into me again and again.

Pics available

2001-08-02T15:36:36Z

I've had numerous requests for pictures of me, especially since I said that I was making a video for my boy toy. So, after much toil and trouble I finally got my camcorder to talk to my computer, and did some video still captures from the tape that I made. If you are really interested in seeing my naked form, send an e-mail to justagrrl@2die4.com and I'll e-mail you the link.

I really really want this

2001-08-01T17:09:53Z

Sorry I haven't been in much of an erotic writing mood lately. Perhaps soon.