something I like

I like when he beats off and then says, "Swallow my come."  I wrap my mouth around his cock and feel it spasm hard in my mouth over and over again.  I swallow every drop.

in which he fucks my titties

We were having sex.  I liked rubbing my tits on his face.  I said he should get some olive oil in a little dish and put some on my nipples.

He went to the kitchen and got some olive oil in a little dish.  He delicately dabbed some on my left nipple and rubbed his finger around and around.  He was almost in a trance.  It seemed like he would go on doing it forever.

I asked him to move on to my right nipple.  I was excited.  He treated my right nipple the same as my left.  It felt good.  The oil felt warm.

He put the little dish down and touched both of my nipples with the oil at the same time.  I moaned for it.  I was lying back on the bed, and he was kneeling there with his erection near my face.

"Can I put some oil on your cock?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said.

I got a little oil on my hand, and I put it on his stiff cock.  Again the oil felt warm.  "Does that feel good?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said, almost gasping.  His cock felt so smooth in my hand.

"Do you want me to put some between my tits and you can fuck me that way?" I asked.

He thought it was a good idea, and he spread some oil on my chest.  He climbed onto me and fucked my titties.  I held them together for him.

The oil smelled good.  Holding onto my own big tits felt good.  His smooth cock gliding so close to my face felt good.  I liked the slippery feeling.

I asked him if he wanted me to suck it, and he said yes.  He fucked my mouth for a few seconds.  Then he went back to fucking my titties.  I looked up at his face.  His eyes were closed, and he did the thing with his mouth that he does when he's about to come.

He was breathing hard and stopped.  I felt his cock spasming on my chest.  He made a sound, and the hot come was on my neck.

My cunt was aching for him as his cock spurted more and more come.  I was surprised because he had come while fucking me just that morning.

He looked down at me adoringly.  "Does it look pretty?" I asked.  He said yes.

play rape

We had sex and were talking about the things we would do next time we had sex.  I said I wanted him to play rape me.  "I want you to be mean," I said.  "I'll say 'safeword' if I need you to stop."

So we made a date: play rape at 7 pm.  He read out loud to me, a chapter from a book.  We had salads for dinner.  And then it was 6:30 and we couldn't wait any longer.

I said I wanted music.  "So no one can hear your screams," he said.  We decided on my favorite Of Montreal album, dance music.

He tied my wrists awkwardly with a scarf.  "Make me hard so I can rape you," he told me in a mean voice.  I sucked at his cock, gagging, and he pushed my head down on it so I would gag more.

Then he pushed me down on the bed and held my bound hands above my head.  "Spread your legs, bitch," he said.  "Do you want that cock?"

"No," I said.  He slapped my face.

"Ow," I said.  He was fucking me, asking me if I wanted it, and slapping me all at the same time.  I felt overloaded and liked the feeling very much.

"It's time for you to turn over, bitch" he said.

I turned over onto my belly, my ass in the air, like he told me earlier he wanted.  He held onto my hips and fucked me like that, spanking me sometimes.

He was in me deeply, making small deep movements, and I thought he was about to come.  "Don't come in me," I said.  I was being contrary.  I thought he would come in me then.

"Turn over," he told me.  Then I thought he was going to ejaculate on my clitoris.  Instead he stood over me and masturbated.  I looked up at him, and I didn't know if he was going to come on my face or my tits or my neck...

He ejaculated on my chest between my tits and I wondered if our play was over.

But it wasn't.  He sat on me and started rubbing my clitoris with the fingers of his right hand.  I knew there was no way I was going to come because I came a few hours earlier.

He did it quickly, almost vibrating his fingers on my clitoris.  It started to hurt and I twisted away.  He pushed me back onto my back and slipped his fingers into me then rubbed my clitoris again.

He was sitting on top of me, starting down into my face, staring into my eyes, rubbing me in an intense way.  I looked back, staring back into his eyes, as he insistently rubbed me.

"I want you to come for me," he said.

"I can't," I whined.  He kept rubbing, staring.

"I want you to come for me," he said.

"Please let me go," I said.  My legs were hurting from being spread for so long.

"No," he said.  We were a long time like that, staring intently at one another, and I realized I was going to come.

"Let me go," I begged one last time.

Then I whimpered and came.  He was still staring at me with his dark brown eyes.  I was pinned by his body and by his gaze.  I realized something had changed between us, and I finally understood something.  It was something about love.

The feelings hit me again and again.  His gaze never wavered, and I love him more than I ever have.

details

him: Are you being naughty by looking at this without me?
me: This is comix!  Are you saying this is porn?
[drawn naked people on screen, one wearing a strap-on]
me: Okay, maybe it's porn, but I'm not masturbating!

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in which he holds me down, covers my mouth, and uses me for my hole

I'd had a difficult conversation with my bestie and was in no mood.  But boyfriend was lying in bed beside me trying to get me to have sex with him.

We kissed.  He pushed his erection onto my knee.  He pushed hard, and I wondered how that could feel good.  But I liked his erection there.

"Tell me five things you'd like to do to Maria or would like Maria to do to you," I said.

"Hmm," he said.  "I'd like Maria to suck my cock for a really long time."

"Oh, do you want me to do that with you?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said.

"Did we do that before?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said.

"We should do that again," I said.  "What else?"

"I want Maria to gag on my cock," he said.

"What do you like about that?" I asked.

"It feels really good," he said.  "I like it when her nose goes into my belly."

"Oh good," I said.  "What else?"

"I want Maria to suck my cock for so long that all she needs to do it blow on it and I come on her face," he said.

"That sounds good!" I said, imagining it.

We talked about what we did yesterday--he titty fucked me and then rubbed his come on my nipples while I masturbated.

And we talked about how he was hitting me a few days ago when I said no.

And we talked about this sexy zine we read today and the parts he liked.  "I like the part where she was bent over and you could see her butt," he said.

"Because you like butts in general?" I asked.

"I don't know," he said.  "I like your butt."

And about Maria he said he wanted Maria bent over the bed and to beg for his cock up in her.

"I can beg you," I said.  He had been touching my nipples, and I was horny.  I'd had his cock in my hand this whole time, and I liked feeling the fluctuations of its definition.

"Please give me that cock," I said.

"No," he said.

"Please fuck me," I said.  "I want cock, and I want it bad.  Your cock is the only one I want."

"No," he said.

"What do I need to do?  I'll do anything," I said.

"Go down on me," he said.

"No," I said.  I imagined him hitting me.

"Make my cock wet," he said.

I pushed my mouth onto his cock, wetting it.  I had my hand around the base of it and sucked on just the head of his cock as if it was my lollipop.

He gasped.  He liked it a lot.

"Please fuck me," I begged.

I felt excited when he moved toward me to mount me.  He slipped himself inside me, pushing hard.

"Ow," I moaned.

"Does that hurt?" he asked.

"Ow," I moaned again.  I felt a deep pleasure / pain at feeling him all the way in me, large and beautiful.

I knew he liked hurting me like that, and I live for it.

Then he held me down with one hand, pinning my wrist, and covered my mouth with his other hand.  I made small sounds under his hand.  I was maximum horny and pushed up against him as he fucked and fucked at my hole, straining against him, wanting to come.

My sounds raised in pitch as I got closer to coming, and he sped up his fucking until he slowed and ejaculated inside me.  He started to ejaculate and then pulled out a little bit and ejaculated more.  It felt different from usual, and I loved the feeling.  Then he pushed in all the way again to finish ejaculating.

He was panting and uncovered my mouth and climbed off me.

"God, that was so good," I said.

He lay beside me touching my nipples as I began to masturbate.

"Tell me you like that pussy," I said.

"I love that pussy," he said.  "It feels so good."

"Tell me how much you like ejaculating inside me," I said.

"I love ejaculating inside you," he said.  I felt a pang of gratefulness that he had a vasectomy a year and a half ago.

I rubbed at my clitoris.  "God, the way you're touching me right now feels so good," I said.  My nipples were supremely happy.

He kissed me, and I knew I was going to come.  I made small sounds into his mouth as we kissed.

Then my mouth opened wide in a voiceless scream as the feelings pounded inside me.  I pushed down on my clitoris with my finger and rode it out.

"God, that was wonderful," I said, gasping for air as he held me.  We cuddled close, and soon he was falling asleep.

I got up to write all this down.  I am having the best sex of my life every day and I feel so grateful for the life he's giving me.

"Tell me to suck your cock, and then hit me when I say no," I told him.  "Not yet, though," I said.  He was touching my tits and I was caressing his cock, which was so big.

"I want to be entangled with you," he said.

"I want to be entangled with you," I said.  "I want to be a good girl for you," I said.  "I want you to tell me to stay still as you fuck me," I said.

"I want to cover your mouth with my hand," he told me.

"Hit me when I say no," I told him.

"Suck my cock," he told me.

I thought about it.  I imagined him hitting me and tried to figure out if I was ready for it.

"No," I said.

He hit me, slapping me on the face.

"Suck my cock," he said.

"No," I repeated, and he hit me again.

"Suck my cock now," he said.

"No," I told him, and he hit me.

"Big titted, big assed, sexy beautiful whore," he called me.

"Call me your bitch," I said.

"Suck my cock, you bitch," he said.

Then I sucked his cock.  We were almost in another world with lust.  I gagged on it, and my spit was slippery.

Then he pushed me onto my back and slipped himself inside my pussy, his right hand over my mouth.  We murmured together as he fucked me.

"I"m going to come," he told me.

"Yes," I said under his hand.

"I'm going to come," he said again.  Then I felt him throb into me.

"You're perfect," I said once he took his hand off my mouth.

two liked things

He wants me to tell you he liked swirling the head of his cock around my clitoris as he ejaculated yesterday.  He liked fucking me then pulling out to come on my clitoris.  He liked watching himself come and seeing the come on me.  He liked everything about it.

And I wanted to tell you what I liked--today we talked about our friends and then we had sex.  I was on top of him.  "Touch my face," I told him, and he reached up to touch my face.

I made him come, and then when I masturbated he touched my face again.  This time he covered my mouth with his hand.  I loved the feeling of his hand there, and I cried out, but his hand muffled my cries.

Then I came very enthusiastically.  I wanted him to keep his hand there, but I guess I moved too much because he removed his hand and I cried out into the air.

I love him, I love him, I love him.