Shake It Don't Break It

I am single. I am sans dom or even generic boyfriend. I am loving a lot of singledom, flirting and what not. Still getting acclimated actually and my ex keeps peacocking around, or make that cockblocking.

I have had one moment of sluttitude with a guy I've known for a long time. He had a long, thinish cock. Long good. Thin? I don't know. Why because"
1. None of us had a condom (I've since changed that, my purse is full). Back in the day I'd say "fuck it" but I have an IUD, and I don't want an STD.
2. We both had smoked a lot of weed which gave yours truly cottonmouth, the bane of the blowjob. He did spend a long time lavishing attention on my breasts.

I've seen this cat around numerous times since then, but it's been kind of weird. Not to mention Mr.Cockblock as I shall now call my ex came poking around a convo we were having.

Needless to say, I do not think this guy anyway has a kinky bone in his body, so that all said, I am not sweating him. Because I need a good hair pulling, a stinging spanking, and oh god, to be bound........

Bitch In Heat - Part 1

This bitch has had her period this week and all the dogs have been sniffing around, trying to jump over the fence.

Upon getting permission from Teacher yesterday to see Mark tonight he said, "Sure, but I want to see you afterward."
"OK" I was a bit confused as I've never seen them on the same night.
"Don't worry, I won't be to rough with you."
"Ohhhhh..." Master of the Obvious here took a few moments to realize that Teacher wanted to fuck me after I had been fucked by Mark. Must be a guy thing I figured.
"Now X, just to let you know this is not a competition, I told you the other night I when I want you, I have you and I want you tomorrow night."
"Yes Sir."
"Now you are not to tell Mark that you are seeing me. I am flexible about the time, but I am going to see you no matter how late." He's a night owl, that's why we get along so well.

As soon as he hung up I started wondering how I was going to work this out logistically. It already felt like it was going to be "Three's Company 2008." I've never fucked two guys on the same day, much less had two dates. Mark had already mentioned doing out to a local nightspot as well as staying at my apartment. He's a very persuasive person, and I had already realized earlier in the week that I was going to have to learn to say "No" to him, something that is hard for a pleaser such as myself. But, I recalled reading some where that setting time limits and saying "No" to dudes sometimes works to your advantage, so I came up with some semi-legit reason for making it an early night.
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Lunchtime today I bought two cans of Red Bull. I had the mental energy, but I was afraid of being exhausted having had very little sleep. The last thing I wanted to do was be a dead fuck for both of my men.
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Ran home from work, took a shower, and drove over to Mark's house. It was nice to see his face, it had been awhile. We spent some time listening to the demos of his new album and catching up. He had asked me to bring my new gag over, so I took it out and showed him, as well as gave him some of the condoms I picked up at the conference. It wasn't too long before he had me on his bed kissing on me, nibbling on my ears and throat. While I trust him, being a non-Dom, I made sure he put the gag on just right so I could pop it out of my mouth if I had to do as such. A girl's got to protect herself, right?

Gag in place, my rocker turned into an animal and ripped off my red push-up bra and pulled off my panties. He slapped me across the right cheek and I saw stars, immediately I was moaning. He gnawed on the back of my neck and I yelped into the rubber ball. It felt so fucking good. He had me face down, doggy-style and started ramming his thick cock into me like it was going out of style, pulling my hair with both hands and moaning my name. My cunt contracted around his cock in orgasm, I thrust my ass back towards him for more and he smacked my ass with each thrust, the orgasm didn't stop and I keep coming over and over as he tore my pussy up. As he came, he had his arms around my neck choking me as he tensed and groaned. We collapsed into a sweaty sated puddle.

After a few smokes and a couple of records, Mark was ready for round two. "Want more cock or me to eat your pussy?"
He didn't wait for me to answer, which is style. "I want to eat your pussy."
Who was I to argue.
"You dont' mind me being on my period and all."
"Baby, I'm a vampire."
Right On!
I've written on here before that I think it is cool when guys are not squeamish about period sex, but to have a guy go down on you while you're menstruating is so fucking filthy, and so goddamned sexy because it is so dirty.
"Now get those fucking clothes off." I obliged and laid back and spread my legs open for his tongue. I've had many a guy go down on me, and well most do a rotten job, but I must say this guy has the skills. Like Teacher he knows his way around a pussy, and I was overjoyed when he pulled the hood of my clit back to get down to Grand Nerve Central. As he licked and sucked at my cunt, I pulled at his hair and pulled on my nipple with my free hand. As I came, it was all I could do not to smother him with my thighs.

As satisfied as I was, I was scared he'd wanted to go for another round as I had to save some of my energy for Teacher. "Alright, let's go to the bar."

Whew
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Tomorrow, Part 2, Teacher Fucks His Proud Slut.

The Other Lover and My Love

Lots and lots of catching up to do my readers.

So not long ago I met a guy I'll call "Mark" at my local hipster watering hole. He caught my eye the minute I walked in, it wasn't that he was ultra hot, but that he had some some unique glasses and just a very rock'n'roll aura about him. Having slept with my fair share of musicians, I have a good radar for these types of dudes. Of course at the bar as I was at, anywhere I turned I was in spitting distance from some musician or another.

I mentioned to one of my girls that I thought he was cute, and she suggested I tell him I like his glasses. I poo-poohed the idea and went back to my cocktail, and my evening. Later on I turned around to see him walk by and flashed him a smile, and quickly turned back around. A few minutes later he came over to me "I like your glasses," he said I too, wear some pretty non-conventional frames. Ends up he's a new dude in town.

From the first word it was obvious that he was a slick motherfucker, with major game. After some quick chit-chat getting to know one another, it ended up that we had numerous friends in common. Our social microcosms, despite being 1000s of miles apart overlap. So he flirted with me as I sipped on my drink, "can I get your number, we should hang out sometime." I honestly hesitated, as Teacher was the first person I thought about. I knew giving this guy my number could feasibly lead me to some trouble. Before he left, I had slipped of my glasses and he commented on my eyes, "They're the color of sweet tea." Awww. "Your have pretty lips too." Before I had a chance to thank him, he gave me a quick kiss on the mouth and ran out the door. I swooned the whole way home.

Meanwhile, my girlfriends took it upon themselves to tell me that they thought he was bad news. I, though already knew that from some of the information he gave me about himself and his troubled past. That made me like him more.

Guilt overwhelmed me for having any sort of feelings for another man besides Teacher. The next day I told him "There is a guy who wants to hang out with me."
"Go for it."
"Are you serious?"
"Yes."
"Really?"
"X, you are a young woman. I can only give you so much of my time. Go out with him, you have a lot in common."
"Really Teacher?"
"Have fun. Now if you start want to having a relationship with him, that is an entirely different issue."
"But Teacher, you know if you did the same thing I would be fucking livid. You know how I am."
Have I mentioned Teacher has a fat cow that refuses to go to pasture? She's no threat, just on my time. I'm her threat.
I just didn't' want to set myself up to be a hypocrite.

Now while I heard everything Teacher said, I still couldn't wrap my little mind around it, much less I was in a relationship where I could even bring another person up. Still, I didn't have the ovaries to tell him that I was going to see him the next day and made up some ridiculous story about bowling.

Mark texted and called me the next day. He's a high strung guy, not the insightful listener I have found Teacher to be. But then, this was not going to be about talking I had a feeling. Once my girls got wind that I was going to meet up with this dude, they started razzing me about how I was going to hop into bed with him very quickly. Instead of arguing that I wouldn't, I opted to let my freak flag fly and told them "you're damn straight I'm going to fuck him." They know I'm a slut, but not to the extent of my sluttery.

I'm not in high school my readers, I'm a grown woman and this is my sexual prime. I never want to look back with a withered cunt and an estrogen patch wishing I had enjoyed myself while I had the chance.

Bowling, I did not go. But I did go meet up with Mark. Our chit-chat was minimal. He put on some loud tunes, and threw me down and kissed me. As I told Teacher, it was not the sweet soulful kisses I get from him, but purely animalistic. It was also a tad awkward as we didn't really have any "getting to know you" here's how I operate action. It was zero to 60 in under a minute.

He gave me a few moment to admire his tattoos, and then started ripping off my clothes.
"I'm totally into big asses and big tits," he growled
"You're in right place my friend" I said looking him right in the eyes. He pulled my bra down and admired my breasts. "Those are some gorgeous tits" I, once again, thanked my two girls silently.
"I want to eat that sweet pussy of yours darlin," and he pushed me down on his bed, and pulled my panties down, tossing them aside.
He went to work, parting the lips of my cunt, and properly pulling them back to reveal my taut clit. With skill he licked and sucked, and darted tongue in and out, fucking my pussy with his tongue for quite some time. I had just started digging it when he stopped. "Baby, I love eating you pussy, but right now I just want to fuck. I'm going to eat you out some more later."
"Actually first I want to fuck that pretty mouth of yours."
So right then my vanilla cone fell on the floor and got dirty. Hmm, I thought, this might be more interesting than I thought.
He pulled his jeans off. I was not surprised that he was going commando, as it seems to be de rigueur for all the pervy rockers I've ever fucked.

Mark had a very ample sized cock. Very. It was thick, long, and smooth. Not too veiny. In retrospect I guess he did shave around that area, as the rest of him is pretty hairy, but not in a gross way. He is much shorter than Teacher, not buff by any means, just a regular dude, but definitely with sex appeal.

Being the cumslut that I am, I willingly opened my mouth to for the first taste of this new cock. He held my head still as he drove his thickness in and out, ultimately subsiding to let me do my work. As I worked him with my tongue, I thought about my training with Teacher. How lucky this dude was to have a slut as skilled as I was sucking his dick. I gagged as I attempted to take him down my throat, and I could tell he loved the show, groaning, looking very satisfied.

Where the segue way from sucking cock to getting fucked is a blur, but I know I ensured he put on a condom, as Teacher and I have been fucking bareback since forever. Also, I know I was on all fours as he drove his cock into me for the first time. "How do you like that cock, you filthy bitch?" I could do nothing but gasp as his size made my cunt ache.

So Mark is fucking the shit out of me, when he stops and spanks my ass. I yelped. He spanked me again. Not a tap or a smack, but a big old wallop. My actual words have escaped me, but I know I told him how much I dug being spanked.
"You like it rough huh, X"
"Mmmmm"
He proceed to spank me, then fuck me, spank, and fuck. I started to lean down on my arms when I felt my head being yanked up by my hair. Oh yeah!
With both hands he held onto my hair, pulling my head back as he pounded into me. As I started to come, I must have been loud, because he pushed my head back down. "You've got to be quiet" (due to his living situation.)
Of course being me, I didn't mind having my head pushed down as he fucked both of us to orgasm, it just made it even hotter.

We were a sweaty mess afterwards, smoking, and he said "So you liked this spanking, huh" Oh yeah, mind you this cat is still hard, I'm trying not to climb back on him.
"Yep."
"I always end up with the submissive ones."
My mouth just fell to the floor. Mind you this dude has no idea that I am anyone's sub, no word of BDSM has been spoken. I don't even think he's officially a lifestylist, but as Teacher said, just a kinkster.
"Why do you think that is?"
"I'm just a dominant dude." That I don't know exactly, as he's not stereotypically macho, but he no wallflower either.
Still, I don't mention my whole story about being a sub, I just let it be. In case you have not been reading this blog long, or may not remember, part of my finding Teacher was inquiring about how anyone would know a sub is a sub, like on the street. This once again just confirmed to me that I'm truly acting upon my nature.

We went for round two. Knowing, though, this time my proclivities, Mark was a bit rougher. This time the spanks were harder, the hair tugged on a bit rougher, his thrusts stronger and he even slapped my face, which caught me off guard, and I liked. Though Teacher has never done as such and I don't think it is his style.

When the evening was over and Mark walked me to my car, he said, "So you're into kinky sex huh."
"Yep"
"Maybe next time I can tie you up. Would you like that?"
I just smiled.
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So I'm all sated, having enjoyed myself, but the whole night I was in mental torment. Teacher had said it was OK for me to hang out with him, but never did mention me fucking him. Then I started thinking about what he'd think about Mark tying me up. I decided that it that was brought up I was going to tell Mark that right now I only trust one person to tie me up. I would to need to truly find out this guys experience with this. I don't need to lose any limbs.

When Teacher came by the following night I came clean. He chuckled and was not one iota upset with me. "I want you to enjoy yourself X. I am very proud of you for being a slut."
I couldn't believe my ears. We had some pretty heavy conversations about the whole thing, and yet still I was feeling utterly guilty.

"I want to write about my experience in my blog, but I don't' want to hurt your feelings."
"You won't X. There is nothing you can do to make me take away your broadband connection."
We cracked up. I'm using his computer and Internet service.
"So I can be explicit."
"I want you to be."

I had to be 100% honest.

I uttered something I have yet to say to him.
"Teacher, I have to tell you something I swore I would never say to you first and I don't' want you to feel obligated to reciprocate."
"OK"
"The whole reason why I am in turmoil about this is not only because I respect you, but because..because I love you." I think I was holding my breath. "I think you already know that but I never wanted to say that."
"I always took your word "adore" as carefully chosen.

He kissed me and hugged me, and all was good in the universe.

the Slut Gets Sluttier.

One of the first things I told Teacher when we first met is that I've never cheated on anyone, just isn't my bag. Well I have also never had a relationship that was like the one I am in now.
Teacher had let it be known that he's cool with me being with other men when I asked him int he past, but I didn't do anything. The other day when we dicussed submission/ownship issues, and I asked him for examples, he mentioned one thing he did with another sub was that she was to call him for permission to be wth another man, and she would have to give him all the sordid details. Mind you this was at the time merely an example.

Flirt. I have been told I am a humongous flirt. I never gave it much thought until I was told as such, and then I realized that yes, perhaps I am, but it has never been a concious thing, it is just me being me. I love being the vamp, the temptress, hell I have sex-on-the-brainitis and just apparently shows.

So last night I was out in one of my usual haunts and I ran into a guy I know "Bob." Good looking dude, about 6'3, slim but muscular, olive skinned, glasses. With him, there has been purposeful flirting in the past. In fact last time I saw him out a few weeks ago upon exiting the bar, he gave me this look that made me feel like he wanted to eat me alive right then and there, and I reciprocated with my own sexy stare, "Don't do that." I said
"Do what?"
"Look at me like that."
"No, You don't look at ME like that," he replied with such a look that I would have peeled my panties off right then and there, but I continued with my exit. I wanted to be good and chaste. While Teacher had not requested as such, I think I am just one of those people who when she's into someone, stays as such, despite my open-mindedness. I don't think it is a moral issue, more of just what feels right for me.

Well back to last night, there was Bob at the bar and upon seeing each other, it wasn't too long before we shuttled a friend to another club, and the took off in a cab to his apartment. Already the guilt just overwhelmed me. I couldn't stop thinking of Teacher. Would he approve? I didn't want to fuck up anything with him, he's too important to me. I wanted to call him, but my fucking battery had died in my phone.

Back at Bob's apartment, a few drinks later we were all up in each other's stuff. Decent kisser, but he kneaded my tits like they were balls of dough, ignoring my nipples. Immediately I knew this was just not worth it, sexy dude or not. Still, I played along, he made a half-hearted attempt at rubbing my numb clit and I to his cock. Foreplay was not on this dude's mind at all. Well as he reached for a condom, I who is never a cocktease, stopped him in his tracks. "I can't do this."
I didn't tell him it was guilt from not being able to call Teacher and ask him. Luckily, he was a good sport about it, and we had a nice time just joking around, but I HAD to tell Teacher. I just did.

Hungover this afternoon, I jotted off a confessional email to Teacher, and went to bed to sulk and soothe my throbbing skull. As I noddedd off the phone rang, it was Teacher. In a nutshell he thought I was being ridiculous for even worrying. In fact, he said if he were there he'd encourage me to enjoy myself. Of course it would be better if it was actually worth it. I felt better, definitely, but still permission or not, I do think I'm still not going out on the prowl anytime soon. I think I'd rather do it in conjuction with Teacher actually being there, in a threesome perhaps. If, he is not there, I am going to make sure it worth my while. What's the use of fuckng around if the fucking ain't good.

Terms of Endearment

In my twenties I had a regular booty call with pretty sketchy dude. He was a bad-boy, and I was a sucker for his long hair and long legs. Inevitably we'd run into one another at the bars, drunk and horny, and go to his house to fuck. We'd roll over the next morning to see who we had spent the night with, do some bong hits and fuck some more. Well, except for the morning the cops banged on the door and hauled him off to jail for a "fail-to-appear" for one of his numerous DWIs. Oh, and then there was the morning where I put my hand between the wall and the mattress to find a shot-gun at my fingertips. A friend of mine once told me my life was out of "Pulp Fiction," I poo-poohed the idea at the time, but now as I write this, perhaps he was right.

Mind you at this time I was pretty naive sexually. I knew the basics and not much more. This was the pre-Internet era and information was not at my fingertips. Curious by nature, I asked Drunk Boy if he had any porn we could watch that night. "Sure!" he was enthused that I'd want to watch it with him. So he pops in a tape, I don't remember anything except some chicks getting down with an scary toothless old man in a wheelchair, disgusted, I made him turn it off. Then there was another one, some late 80s Lesbo fest that I dug.
"Those girls are hot sluts like you," Drunk Boy said as we started fooling around.
Slut? Who is he calling a slut? I started crying. "I might like sex, but I AM NO SLUT!"
"Oh Jesus X, calling you slut is not what you are thinking."
I'm boo-hooing, upset thinking the entire world thinks I am some floozy.
"I should have never even said anything."

I forgot when that dysfunctional coupling dissolved, but it wasn't until a few years ago that I realized that being called a "slut" was not always a bad thing.

"You like my fingers in my pussy you little slut," said the first woman who showed me the pleasure of Sapphic delights. She had me against the window in a mutual friend's bathroom where she'd followed me after flirting with me all night. Holding on to the windowsill, with my panties around my ankle, she thrust 3 more fingers into my willing cunt. "You love this slut don't you? I knew you were a total slut when I saw you come in." I moaned, my vaginal muscles gripping her fingers as I came. A knock on the door came soon after, and I never got reciprocate. But "Slut" wow, maybe she's right.

Flash forward to this morning, I get some lovely emails from Teacher that made me purr. While I am not an anal virgin, I haven't experienced anal in a positive situation and we've been discussing it, so when he informed me that I am to be his "3 hole Slut," well I just swooned.

Is it the idea of his ownership of my mouth, ass, and cunt? Is it merely being called what I exude? Or, is it both? All I know is now in my thirties being a Slut is not a bad thing, not at all.