Part Three – Anal and More Anal

“I’ll get over it,” I said. “But, really, you probably should just go – if you’re feeling that bad about being here.”

“I’ve already come.. I’ll go if you want but I’d rather stay now that I’m here? I really am sorry, what can I do to redeem myself?”

“What will you do?”

“Name it. Forgive me and let’s have a good time… tell me what you want and I’ll do it.”

“Okay, how about anal sex right now?”

“What? I’ve never done that.”

“So, no?”

“If you forget my little faux pas  and all will be cool, okay.”

“No way, You have too had anal sex? You’re lying,” I said. I was just confirming – I actually believed it was true, because I hadn’t had anal sex.

Well, I hadn’t had it per se. I got my head inside my High school girlfriend once and then she made me stop. After that it became a big desire. The times when I didn’t come when she came, which wasn’t often – one of the few situations where my high school girlfriend showed vulnerability and let go of control – was while coming. That was hot and usually set me off two. But when I could hold through, when possible, I’d pull out and rub my tip on her ass while I came on it.

My next girlfriend was waiting until marriage, so I enjoyed this type of ending often. She like to lay on her stomach with a toy while I came on her ass – never let me in there. I’d had a few years of ass teasing – only – so ass from Sheryl was over payment for her slip up.

“Swear to god, NEVER!”

“So you will?”

“We can try, no promises. It’s an adjustment to take you normally, seriously not sure.”

“Okay, fair deal,” I said. I was quickly getting back hard as soon as I realized the ass might be happening.

I was fully hard by the time I was back from rummaging around my room for something lubricant like – I found some lip balm is all.

My roommates were up and about – TV on – making noise outside the room. They were just decent enough of people to not confront me while I had company – but I knew there’d be an issue later. I’d wanted anal for years and was about to get it – so fuck the persnickety roommates.

“Jesus, you’re enormous,” she said as I sat next to her on my bed.”

“Um, you’ve seen me before – we just had sex ten minutes ago.”

“I’ve never seen you before you were about to put it in my ass.”

“Good point. Sit down on me.”

“You owe me a fabulous fucking weekend dude.”

We started with her sitting down on my lap – while I sat on the bed – she had nothing to hold onto so we went to my desk. held onto the shelves –  turned on my desk light. My desk was right next to the door and just on the other side we listened to kitchen dishes clank, cupboards thumb – roommates were being louder on purpose – such bitches.

It seemed forever getting things going – she would sit down a little bit and then say “wait,” then try a bit more. If you’d done anal – you know the drill. My cock was at its penultimate hardness.

I was in her pretty good – she was over me – halfway or more – and we sat there in a holding pattern. She was quiet – I wasn’t sure where things would go from there but I was loving just sitting there – in her ass. A few of my roommate’s friends showed up – now there were at least four outside the door.

I would have been happy staying frozen with her all day like we were – her ass clenching around me was enough to keep me there – so I sat there and hoped only she’d not pull off me.

“You feel how hard you make me? Want to stop? Are we good?”

“Yes, as long as we stay still – it’s not hurting now. This is about the best I can do – not sure what you had in mind,  but..”

“This is fine – amazing actually, can we do this all day?”

“You like this?”

“Do you feel how hard I am? I am dizzy over this. Are you good?”

“Yes, feeling better. You devirginized my ass – how about  that? “

“I’m happy about it.”

“Naughty, huh? Your totally in my ass right now – kinda turning me on.”

I thanked god. Didn’t’ figure Sheryl or anyone would go to long with anything shoved up their ass if they weren’t turned on.

“She moved up and down a few times – tiny little bit.

“You want to stop?”

“No, just be still.”

Worked for me.Didn’t know if she’d get off on the activity like I was.

Oh my god the feel of her ass – no idea if the intermittent squeezes – contractions – were involuntary or her experimenting,

I started talking in her ear and reaching under her leg to rub her clit –

Then a roommate knocks on my door – obnoxiously – “Duncan – can you move your car?”’

We had four spots but two lanes.

“Can you just move it,” I said.

“You key’s aren’t in the bin.”

Fuck. my keys were on my night stand.

“Can we resume this position?”

“Yes, I need to use your bathroom first.”

I grabbed the keys  and Sheryl threw on my robe. – handed the keys to him as Sheryl ran out to the bathroom directly across the hall. I was rock hard – didn’t give a fuck. Roommate paused for a moment – deciding whether to be a dick and make me move the car.

So, I wait back in my room.

“Nice guy,” Sheryl said as she came back in.

“He’s not my biggest fan.”

“You’re still hard.”

“True.”

Sort of awkward silence ensued.

“I love your dick.”

“I love your ass.”

“It’s a bit much for my ass.”

“Okay, so you don’t want to resume where we left off? Thank you for doing it.”

“You can put it back in – but if you want to bang me – it can’t be there.”

“That’s fine just being in there.”

“Naughty boy.”

We ended up where we left off. I got her wet with the  wetness of her pussy this time. Maybe a bit deeper this time. We didn’t move much – and just started talking.

I think she was ½ turned on by how into it I was – and have amused or curious about the situation – whatever her reasons – she began to enjoy the engagement

“You going to just keep your cock in my ass all?”

“I think so, yes.”

“You’re crazy. I’m crazy.”

 

 

 

 

 

Want to know people’s actual thoughts and secret desires? here’s how

I am intrigued by what people actually think and do (when not judged – if the “real” truth be known).

Reading blogs is a great way to catch a glimpse of people’s truth – it”s what makes blogs great.

But, most do not create an online blog and share their most honest, intimate truths; even us who do, we are not totally anonymous and have boundaries. I doubt there’s any blogger on earth that shares every single truth – is 100% “honest.” Let’s face it, the most open and honest among us are constrained by what society and culture will tolerate – let alone our friends and families if they happen upon our blogs.

I have created an anonymous poll site in search of true answers and honest statistics regarding some of the more sensitive topics and aspects of our lives. The site is NaughtyPolls.com and I originally introduced the project on this blog post.

If you are curious about people’s true opinions and the actual reality of people’s lives, I ask you to enjoy NaughtyPolls.com  – AND – help in the effort to get the site off the ground. What will make it interesting and attract visitors is poll results – but, to get this going, we need to get some answers submitted – chicken or the egg sort of thing. I could kick start the site by injecting a bunch of fake answers and participation stats – like most every other poll-type site does – but that would defeat the purpose.

A lot of thought and development time has been invested in how to fashion this project in a way that we’d get real, honest, true results. When you check out  the site- you will see there aren’t 1000s of respondents (fake data) nor any advertisements.

You will notice on most poll sites (which are boring anyway because they don’t dare to get naughty).. there are advertisers. Also, you will notice that they ask you identifying information before you start participating – this is so they can correlate your answers with their advertisements, or sell your id info along with correlated answers to businesses etc.

Naughtypolls.com does not have this model. Hell yea It would be great (miraculous god send) if I ever made money on the site, BUT, if that were to happen it would not involve infringing on privacy. How do you know? Naughtypolls.com does not ask for your email, your name, or any other personally identifying information. The site does use IP address as a means to this end – as an alternative to collecting email or other identifying info – yet  keep track of what polls people have answered and to prevent duplicate answers – and remember people’s gender (poll results are tabulated by gender).

So, if you too are interested in knowing what people really think and do – and want to discover the true answers to questions society frowns upon us asking – let alone answering, I welcome you to visit naughtypolls.com and answer some polls.

Thank you all for helping me get this idea off the ground. I welcome any suggestions you might have regarding the website or questions you wish to see added.

 

Thank you

Weekend in the life: wet lips, hard parts, loud coming, blond bush, part 2 of 4

Click here to read part one first

Part two of Four

“My roommates are sleeping – they are total dicks – we should do this later.”

Sheryl ignored me. She stared into my eyes, expanded her strokes up and down my cock and sucked on my bottom lip. She caught it with a lick as I pulled back to continue whispering my case.

“Why don’t we..”

I forgot what I was going to say – Sheryl interrupted my train of – grabbed my hand and guided it up under her skirt and pressed it against her. Her panties were wet. No, drenched. I pulled her skirt up to look.

She was wearing sheer black panties with some kind of lace pattern – her full blond bush was clearly visible – natural. My fingers slipped around the panties – right into her – it was a bath in there. Her wetness was already all over her lips – the top of her thighs – almost to her ass until I dipped two fingers and painted wet the rest of the way. Wet enough to smoothly pop the tip of my middle finger in back there. Sheryl moaned and “oh-my-godded” – already too loudly.

I was too turned on this point – too much to remember my efforts to keep us quiet. Sheryl scooted her skirt down – removed her sandals – bra – blouse – and slinky wet panties.

“I’ve missed you,” she said as she worked my the fly of my boxers off. She gave me a light kiss with a delicate tip of tongue, and stepped back to my bed. She led me by my dick and arm as she sat back. In one continuous-ish motion, she laid back at the edge, lifted her legs apart, her knees up towards the ceiling, and reeled me in to the spot – slid right into her.

As soon as most of me was in her, I knew there’d be commotion of consequence. I tried to shush and tell her to be quiet. Maybe ten full thrusts and she started coming and announced it.

I gave up trying – let her be her – and fucked her like mad – we fucked hard – and she kept loud and got louder with each of several orgasms – until it happened.

“Oh god, Mike…”

What the fuck. My name’s not Mike.

“What the fuck, ‘Mike’?” I said as I pulled out and stood up – throbbing in pain – stopped dead on the verge of coming brains.

My roommates were up – I could hear one go into our shared bathroom in the hallway. Sheryl tried to correct the name – but it was too late.

She felt horrible and wanted to explain. She’d been seeing a guy – was getting serious with. He wouldn’t know about her trip to see me.

“I really like him but I’m sort of infatuated with you. I wasn’t thinking like it was him  – I think I’m just feeling guilty about this – so he was on my mind that way – just came out – I’m sorry.”
Gets crazier  – stay tuned for part 3 of 4

Isn’t this an erotica blog – what’s with the love poems, where’s the sex? Here it is.

Sex isn’t sexy if there’s just sex and not some other parts of life – perhaps tamer parts for the explicit to interrupt.

Most of my explicit content and erotic stories I save for publishing in the volumes of The Sinner Saint Diary books. I have decided to share some stories on the blog as well – mainly smaller, one offs that don’t really fit into any of the stories chosen for publishing.

Content warning: if you read this blog just for the “philosophical” content and have aversions to sexually explicit stories, click here to read Nineteen Things I’ve Learned About It..

One weekend in my life as a college sophomore.

After a Friday night of partying at a friends fraternity I woke up early to a phone call – it pierced like a shotgun blast through into a near death hangover.

“Hi, Duncan?”

“Yes?”

“I’m hear downstairs – can you buzz me in?”

Fuck! Apparently I’d talked Sheryl into flying out – from Arizona to California. Thanks to the alcohol and half dozen lines, I had no memory of talking her into flying out for the weekend. Knowing myself, it wasn’t hard to guess what was happening.

“Hold on.”

Luckily my roommate had spent the night at his girlfriend’s – as usual. I tried to keep quiet for the two sleeping in the apartment’s other bedroom.

As soon as Sheryl got to my room she started in – removed my robe – kissed and grabbed. This was good – I didn’t have to pretend to remembered inviting her and act happy to see her.

It was around 9am – very early by college “apartment-dorm” standards on a Saturday. This was a problem – Sheryl was wanting to fuck. Fucking wasn’t the problem – the fact that she was the loudest girl i had ever been with was.

I met Sheryl at a summer job while home for the summer. She was a thin, tall, bleach blond sorority girl – dressed expensively and groomed meticulously – tried hard to be materialistic and Greek-cliche, but underneath she was shy, kind and really working hard to fit in with a shallower, more self assured crowd.

 

Sheryl was wearing a dressy skirt and blouse – can’t remember ever seeing her in anything other than a skirt. Her panties were always slinky and sexy – not sure if that was for seeing me or everyday. She had long legs and small perky tits with pronounced nipples longer than pencil erasers. Sheryl was skin-and-bones thin so the small breasts and assertive nipples harmonize beautifully and sufficiently with the rest of her. Her hair was the best – perfectly healthy and straight – long to the middle of her back. She was a natural blond – and by the fullness of her bush – proud of it.

So, Sheryl had gotten on a plane, flown to LAX (Los Angeles airport), taken a Super Shorty five minutes to my place and was dressed to the nines with full makeup – all by 9am… if that wasn’t reason enough to cooperate, her hand reaching down my shorts and fondling my dick was. Or, the hangover hornyness was. Do you get that? Do girls get hungover horny?

For a guy, hungover hornyness is when you wake up semi-hard, still a little drunk from the night before, feeling too brain dead to think, but ready to do anything pleasurable – to ride out the buzz residue and stave off the fully lucid and painful waves of recovery. Hungover sex – better than bacon.

Anyway, I’d only slept with Sheryl a couple times. Once in a hotel and once in my parents/family house while nobody was home. The time in the hotel I stopped much sooner than I would have – was sure there would be complaints if we continued. Very orgasmic girl – she’d come right away and keep coming – and keep vocalizing and moaning loud. It would have been unacceptable if it hadn’t been natural and sincere – if not for Sheryl being shy, appropriate and so prudent otherwise.

End of part one of two