spun

I bought some spun cinnamon honey at the farmers market.  It was in a little clear plastic bowl with a clear lid that clicked, and it came with a wooden thing--like a popsickle stick but wider and shorter.  I wanted him to put it on my nipples and lick it off.

So we undressed and caressed one another's naked bodies.  I took the lid off the honey and set it on a paper towel with the wooden thing.  His big dick looked so beautiful and I wanted to put honey on it and suck the honey off.

I asked him if I could, and he said yes.  "Does this feel okay?" I asked as I gently spread some honey on him with the wooden thing.

"Yes," he said.

It looked beautiful.  The head of his cock is so big, and it looked even bigger with a little honey gleaming on it.

I gently touched the honey with my fingers.  It was liquidy yet viscous like a nice lube but so much better because I knew I would like ingesting it.

I held his dick in my honeyed hand and masturbated him a little, spreading the honey around.  He liked it.  I licked his dick and tasted the honey for the first time.  I was curious about how much it would taste like cinnamon.  It was kind of subtle.

I sucked on the head of his dick enthusiastically.  I popped it in and out of my mouth.  Then I took him all the way and he liked that too.

I blew him in this way.  I put more honey on after a little while, again with the wooden thing, and how beautiful he looked.

When he came in my mouth, the come mixing with the honey, the good feelings of love.  His happiness and satisfaction.

Then I ate the rest of the honey with the wooden thing and it was so good.  I licked out every last bit.

horse

Tonight he told me this story.

There's a horse, and she's walking around.  She has great big labia.  (I giggle.)

Then there's another horse.  He has a great big dick.  Do you like to look at horse's dicks?  (I say I haven't looked at many but yes.)

So the little horse with the great big labia--I actually don't know how this works, because I haven't seen it--the big horse puts his dick into the little horse, and it's going to hurt.  He slides it in and out of her, and he ejaculates.  His come leaks out and drips into the ground...

(Tell me a story about the child watching the horses, I say.)

slut

Yesterday we went to a record store that also has some books, and I was reading bits of books of erotica.  Some of it was cliche, but some of it was good.  

In one of the books, I read about a blowjob where the blowjobber made the man come three times.  That sounded really fun.

I told anarchist boyfriend about it.  Then I told him another story--there was a sex blogger who was a man who went to prostitutes.  He would make them get him off twice, and the second time was work.  I always remember that.  

I want to know the secrets of prostitutes.

We had sex, and then in the evening we had sex again.  I told him to ask me questions about my sexual past and then call me a slut for my answers.

It was fun.  When he called me a slut, it made my cunt ache.  I was touching his dick.  "Tell me about a time you played with someone's titties," he said.  "Did you like it?"

"Yeah, I liked it a lot," I said.  "I only had two girlfriends, and I really loved both of them.  Well, there was another...  I really like titties."

"You slut," he said.  

I laughed, but it turned me on.  

"Tell me about a time you sucked someone's dick and didn't like it," he said.

"Well, my first boyfriend, I didn't much like having sex with him at all.  I felt like I had to do it."

"You had to keep him happy?" anarchist boyfriend asked.

"I guess so.  More like I thought I was supposed to."

"You slut," he said.

Again I laughed.  I reminded him of the story of me losing my virginity in a costume room in a theater during a play.  I was on top.  

"Were your tits in his face?" anarchist boyfriend asked.

"I don't remember..." I said.

"You slut," he said.  

He wanted me to blow him, and when I began, he was so happy with me.  The head of his cock was so big in my mouth.  I held the base of his dick and concentrated on the head, moving my mouth around it, making it slippery with my spit, and he said, "Oh, that feels so good," over and over again.

Then I took him in all the way, gagging on him, and that excited him too.  I touched his thighs as I blew him.  I caressed his balls.  

I said I wanted him in me, hurting me, and I climbed on top.  He said he wanted my tits in his face.  I put him inside of me, and it did hurt.

"Look at my tits," I said as I rode him.

"You're beautiful," he said.

"Look at my hair," I said.  "Do you think it's pretty?"

"You're pretty," he said.  

"It hurts," I said.

He grabbed my hips and pushed me down on him in a new way, and it hurt more.  "Ow," I moaned.

"I'm going to come," he said.

"Call me a slut when you come," I said.

"You slut," he said.  We stopped moving and I could feel him coming inside me.  "You slut.  You slut."

Shiva

Recently, anarchist boyfriend has been whispering to me about Shiva.  In our imaginations, he loves Shiva's matted hair.  I love that Shiva is easily pleased by his devotees.  I also like the way Shiva has gorgeous round tits and a lovely cunt and a huge dick.  Shiva has all the good parts.  How auspicious!  And he's blue.

Our pronouns shift a lot when we talk about Shiva.  Boyfriend says that sticking his cock into her cunt is like sticking his cock into another dimension.  I'm not jealous.  I know Shiva is a god and has aspects that I never could.  And she can do amazing things with all those hands.

We went to the town where we used to live and saw our old Swami.  "What should we talk to him about?" we wondered before we went.

"Not Shiva," boyfriend said, which made me laugh.

Last night we undressed in the bedroom and I sat on the bed.  Boyfriend was naked before me, standing, and I touched his cock.  It was big and got harder.  I kissed his tummy and touched his pubic hair, petting it.  I caressed his ass and legs.

Somehow I started kissing his cock, and before I knew it, he was in my mouth.  He put one knee on the bed to steady himself as I sucked.  He tasted good.  I love him.

"Does it feel good?" I asked.  He wasn't giving me much feedback.

"It feels wonderful," he said quietly.

I sucked on him some more, gagging.  "I'm going to come soon," he said.  I held his dick in my hands, between my tits, and I felt it spasm again and again in my hand.

He was happy.  But it had happened so quickly.  But it was a treat to have him in my hands as he came.  It was unusual.

He was still hard.  "Did you come all the way?" I asked.

He said he wasn't sure, and then he masturbated on me.  He ejaculated again.

"Did that feel good?" I asked, and he said yes.  "Was it like you got to come twice?" I asked.

"Maybe one and a half," he said as I wiped his semen off my chest and tits with a tissue.  We hadn't talked about Shiva.

We lay back on the bed, and he touched my nipples gently.  I was horny and it felt good.  But it was late, and I was tired.  I don't remember how we progressed to sleep, but we went to bed somehow.

Lately when we have sex, I think about him impregnating other people.  I imagine they are having trouble conceiving with their partner and anarchist boyfriend takes over.  We all have sex together.  He ejaculates into her sweet pussy right in time.

As for Shiva, getting him to ejaculate in me might lead to half-god babies.  I don't know what it might lead to.

This morning as we cuddled, boyfriend said he wanted to impregnate me.  I love it when he says that.  I feel so treasured and happy when he says that.  His vasectomy assures that that couldn't happen, thank gods.

hotel fantasy

The one I most want him to fuck.  Why is that?  It's a chemistry thing.  She's really sexy in a really accessible way.  And she's a friend.  I'd like to fuck her too.

My main fantasy goes like this.  It's actually a fantasy but also a fantasy about a conversation.

They are going somewhere together and have to stay overnight in a hotel.  "How many times do you think you could make her come?" I asked him.

"Eight," he said.  I thought that was a good guess.  In real life, I have no idea, but in our fantasy life, eight sounds about right.

"What's the first way you make her come?" I imagine asking him.

"I want to lick her pussy," he tells me.  I imagine him with his face in her cunt.  He is so good at it.  Ever since he first went down on me, three and a half years ago, I've been wanting to share him with other women because he gives the best head in the world.

So they're in bed.  In reality, though there's no reality here, only fantasy--I guess layers of fantasy--there's a pause, a look, taking off the clothes, the first time she sees his beautiful erection, he first time he caresses her tits, all that.

But in the fantasy, he skips that.  He goes straight for her cunt.  He licks and licks, enjoying her sounds of pleasure.  Her soft skin.  Enjoying a new clit on his tongue.  Enjoying her.

He knows how to make a woman come.  Stubbornly, persistently, he licks until she can't hold back anymore.

She comes, and it's deeply satisfying for him that for so, so long he's wanted to make her come, and finally, here she is, such a beautiful orgasming woman, his tongue pressing into her as she moves.

"What's the second way you make her come?" I ask.  "Or do you want a blow job first?"

"I want a blow job," he says.

He's been aching for her.  So she kisses his chest, his tender neck, his mouth.  They kiss and kiss.  She continues downward, and he's so excited.  He can't believe he's finally going to get blown by her.  She kisses his tummy and his pubic hair.  She kisses his balls.

Then she kisses his dick.  He relaxes, but he's very alert and aware.  He relaxes back into the bed, but he is so present with her.

She's kissing his dick and suddenly takes him all the way into her mouth.  She blows him.  She sucks him off good.

"How does her blow job feel?" I ask.

"Feels great," he says, a man of few words.

She sucks and sucks, and it doesn't take long.  He's been waiting years for this.  So he says, "Uhh!" as he comes hard into her mouth.

"Does she swallow?" I ask him.

We think about it.  "No," he said.  She spits his semen into a hotel tissue.

What's next?  He needs a couple hours before he can fuck her, so they kiss and nap.  Or magically, since this is a magical encounter, once in a lifetime, probably, he's hard and ready again.

I like to imagine her on top of him, her tits in his face, her tits in his hands.  Her body so real and soft and good on his dick as she humps him, as she puts him into her over and over again.  Maybe she loses control a little bit and uses him, closing her eyes and grunting to get herself off on that lovely cock.

Or maybe her eyes are open the whole time, and he's staring into her eyes.  Maybe it's a deep thing.  Maybe she is accepting his heart as she accepts his slippery condomed dick into her pussy, though he says he couldn't love her that way, only as a friend.

He's lying there on his back, and she's doing whatever she wants with him.  He can pretend he's innocent, though he does reach up and touch her tits, sort of like a cat pawing a cat toy.

So she rides and humps and grinds until she's coming, and in the fantasy, it's immediately afterward that he comes too, pushing her up with his entire self, pushing so deep into her with his dick as he blows his wad into the thin condom.  Is he so innocent?

They rest again.  Maybe one takes a shower, or they both do.  It feels good to be in this rhythm together in the clean, comfortable hotel room.  They doze for a little while.

Then he licks her pussy again.  His tongues teases at her clit expertly.  This is the best time.  He kisses her cuntlips and sticks his tongue into her hole.  He tenderly licks her clit, making her want more, then giving her more as he licks it harder.

"Oh god.  Oh god," she chants.  He's about to make her come, and he makes her come again and again.  He pushes down on her clit with his tongue as she yelps with an orgasm.  Then he continues, sort of like nothing happened, as she pants and tries to regain herself.

Soon she's coming again.  He makes her come five times this way, until she pushes him off of her, exhausted. But he's very happy.  It's been a long time since he made someone come like that.

She drinks some water.  She looks at him surprised, like she had no idea he could be so persistent.  It's 2 am, and they decide to go to sleep.

In the morning, they wake up.  They're a little sore but happy.  "One more time?" she asks him, pleading, but he doesn't need to be pleaded with.

This time--might be the last chance they ever get to have sex--he's on top.  He's fucking her.  He has a condom on because he promised me.

"How does it feel, to be in her pussy?" I ask.

"Soft...smooth...warm...tight," he says.

He's fucking away at her hole, and she cries out for him as she comes easily and hard.  Her pussy grasps his dick over and over again as she spasms.

He stares at her tits as they jiggle with every thrust of his dick.  He knows he's going to come soon, so he pulls out, pulls the condom off, stuffs himself back into her pussy, and groans as he ejaculates into the deepest part of her, his sweet come filling her like he's wanted for so long.

"Well, that was unexpected," she says when he's done shaking.  They shower and pack and go.

hot springs

Yesterday anarchist boyfriend and I went to the hot springs.  We brought our bathing suits and thought we'd soak with the friends we drove there with.  But I didn't understand the procedure, so I hesitated at the door to room four.  My friend suggested we have some private time, so we split up into our respective couples.

So boyfriend and I took off our clothes in room four.  I showered at the little shower in the corner of the room, and I entered the water, walking down the steps and holding onto the rails so I wouldn't slip on the slippery water.  The pool was clean, and the room was open to the sky, no roof.  I could hear the voices of other hot springs visitors.

The water was not as hot as I thought it would be.  It felt good to be naked in the water.  I liked the feeling of floating, especially my breasts.  I felt nearly weightless and so alive in my body.  It was like yoga used to feel for me, like I could enjoy being embodied.

Then anarchist boyfriend entered the water.  He looked beautiful, his long body with its lovely colors and shapes.  His love for me.  He came down the steps and we held hands.  We swam around a little in the small pool.  I put water on my face and soaked my hair, hoping the medicinal properties of the water would heal me somehow.

We met up again to hold hands again.  It felt intoxicatingly good.

"This is the nicest feeling in the world," I said.  "The nicest."

Then we embraced, our naked bodies floating together in the hot water.  I was up against a side of the pool, and he was holding me.  I felt really free, like he wasn't pressuring me.  We were two alert, curious people, wondering what would happen between us in the water.

We caressed each other's bodies, and the water felt smooth.  Our hands glided over one another so softly.  We held one another loosely.

I was so happy and aroused.  My cunt ached.  I had seen his erection through the water, familiar and good.  Now I pushed my lower body forward, and my cunt made contact with his erection, sliding there.

I rubbed against him like that for a moment.  Then I pulled my lower body away.  We kissed and kissed.  I caressed the small of his back, making small motions with my fingers.  I caressed his beautiful ass.

I wanted him so badly in that moment.  I didn't know what to do.  Should we have sex in the pool?  This was all new to me.  How much time did we have left, anyway?  Boyfriend had set the alarm on his cellphone.

I pushed my lower body forward again, and my cunt slid over him.  This time I positioned him at the opening of my cunt.  We pushed together.

I grabbed at his shoulders.  We bobbed in the water in time with his slow thrusts.

I didn't know if someone would open the door at any moment.

He was inside me and we paused.  I was impaled on his dick and we floated together like that for a few seconds, utterly connected.

Then I pulled my lower body away, and we caressed one another again.  He was still between my legs, and he touched my thighs, which felt so good it sent a thrill through me.

"Here, see how much longer we have," I whispered.

He got up to check his phone and the alarm went off.  I climbed out of the pool in ecstasy.  I was disoriented and forgot the concept of towels.  I put my clothes on my wet body.  I struggled with my socks and hoped my shoes wouldn't fall in the pool.  I was flushed.  Would everyone know we were having sex in there?

Was everyone having sex in there?  We exited the room and sat on a wicker couch with cushions.  We were blissed out and relaxed.  The sun had come out from behind clouds.  I leaned my head back on the couch and held boyfriend's hand.

Two Asian men rushed into room four as soon as we sat on the couch.

Then our friends came out.  We sat together and I said how the water wasn't as hot as I'd expected.  We rested there.  The sun was shining on my legs.

We all wanted to take a second dip, and our friend asked us if we should go in all together, or if we should split up again.  I looked at boyfriend.  "I like what we just did," I said.  We all agreed to split up again.

When the Asian men left room four, we rushed back into it.  We took off our clothes, and I went into the little open shower again, hurrying this time.  I touched my cunt with my fingers, and it was very slippery there.

I stepped down the stairs into the warm water and enjoyed those same floating feelings as I entered the pool and gently swam.

Then boyfriend entered the pool, and I was wondering how we would behave together.  "It feels so good just to hold you hands," I said as our fingers intertwined.  He swam between my legs again, and we caressed one another again.

I wanted to come.  I wondered if I would get the chance.  But how would it feel to come and then be with our friends minutes later?  Was it wrong, to be having sex with boyfriend while we were there with friends?

He positioned his cock at the opening of my pussy.  He struggled to enter me.  I wanted him in there.  We grasped at one another.  We moved together, and I tried to stay very quiet.

He touched my nipples, and it was too much.  I was burning with pleasure.  I felt full of light.

"I want to turn you over and fuck you from behind," he whispered to me.

I wondered if he would come inside me as I turned around and he grabbed my hips and positioned himself at the willing opening of my pussy.  I felt so available to him, and I wanted him in my ass.  Everything seemed so possible in the languid warmth.  But I knew that might be messy, and I felt him plunge himself into my cunt.

He moved in and out of me, careful and slow.  I realized he wasn't going to come.  This time I knew the door had a chain across it and no one would interrupt us.

He pulled out, and we faced one another again.  "Do you want to come?" I whispered.  I considered giving him a blowjob in the water.  Then at least one of us would have some relief.

We cuddled more in the water, and I felt frustrated.  My clitoris felt like it was glowing as it throbbed.  I wanted more.  But I felt wrong to want more.  

I was a little dizzy, realizing the heat was getting to me finally and I needed to drink some water, but we'd forgotten it.  I was a little worried.

It felt like a long time had passed, and I asked him again to check his phone.  "One minute till the alarm goes off," he said.  Our time in the pool was over.

"Do you think our friends were having sex too?" I asked later.  Boyfriend said he wondered.

That evening, home again, we fucked sweetly in our bed, talking about what had happened together in the hot springs.  "Do you know what I really liked about it?" I asked.

"What?" he asked.

"That it was just us," I said.  I was so glad we could be alone together and have been together for three and a half years and are still so horny for each other and can do new things.

He fucked me from behind.  We were on our sides, and he held onto the tops of my shoulders, squeezing me there, hurting me.  I felt him lose a little control, and then he ejaculated into me.

I turned over, and he touched my clit.  It felt so good I whimpered quietly.  He rubbed me, and when I came, he stopped moving his finger.  Then I made him rub me again, and it felt like I came a second time.

My mouth was open wide in a noiseless scream, and I wanted the feelings so badly, healing for all the confusion I'd felt at the hot springs.

Meanwhile, I can't wait to go back.

Snow White

For months, he told me stories about Goldilocks.  She would sneak into the house and try the bears' beds.  They would come home from the woods and find her there, take turns fucking her, their huge bear cocks hurting her small pussy.

"How old is she?" I would ask as I masturbated.  He would tell me 18 or 19, and I would say she was 14.  Her long golden hair, her small breasts, bears' cocks in her hands while another bear slammed himself into her over and over again.

It was a good story, and I liked the variations.  "Which bear are you?" I asked.  "How does her pussy feel?"  He would tell me it felt small and tight around his big bear dick.  Warm and slippery.  If he went third, her pussy would be already full of bear come.

Then he told me a story about Snow White.  The dwarves had wanted her for so long.  So one night she tiptoes through the house naked.  The dwarves are hiding.  One tackles her and spreads her legs with his hands and sticks his big dwarf cock into her.

"Which one?" I asked.

"Happy," he said.

The dwarves take turns.  Of course, boyfriend is Sleepy.  "Would you like to fuck her first, or last?" I ask.  He says first, and I tell him that he might have a better chance at impregnating her if he goes last.  Hopefully she's ovulating.

Last night he told a version of the story where the dwarves take turns holding her down while one fucks away at her hole.  I like that one, and while I masturbated I imagined Snow White struggling.