Vegas, Baby! (part two)

We walk in silence to the car, and when we get there I press the unlock button and open the door to throw my purse in. Before I know what’s happening, Justin has gotten into the back seat and tells me to get in with him. I scan the garage quickly to see who is around and how obvious this will be. Fortunately, the rental company upgraded me to a Volvo which has tinted windows and I feel like we have a little privacy, but if I needed help I could probably get someone’s attention fairly quickly. Into the back seat I go.


As soon as I sit down next to Justin, he leans in to kiss me. He has very soft, full lips and his tongue is darting around my lips. I feel his hand slide onto my chest and push my straps down so that he can free my breast. He does the same to the other side and I throw my bra off onto the floor while he starts kneading my breasts and sucking on them. You know what this does to me, and I can tell that even though I only intended to do a little kissing with this boy, it is probably going to go farther if I don’t stop now. But I can’t stop. I slip my hand under his shirt and pull it up and over his head to reveal his chest where you can see his implant beneath a dragon tattoo. I lean over to kiss his chest as he has been doing to mine, and when I flick my tongue quickly over his nipples he starts to breathe hard.


Now Justin starts to run his hand up my leg as he was doing in the casino, but now I don’t stop him. He says that he wants to play with my pussy and I decide to let him and spread my legs a bit. He puts a hand on my thigh and firmly pulls my legs farther apart, then pins one leg between his so that I can’t really move. He has also slipped his arm behind my shoulders and has my left arm bent so that my wrist is firmly being held in his hand. I’m really pinned and while I don’t feel exactly scared, it does cross my mind that he is being a little rough and I’m wondering what he has in mind. However, his fingers which are now working on my clit and slipping in and out of me have taken my mind off that fear. One of his fingers is wet and slippery and he removes it and slips it smoothly into my ass. Before long I am cumming around his hand and moaning into his neck while he sucks on my breast. When I am finished cumming, I start to relax my legs and pull them together, but he won’t let me. He keeps rubbing on me and won’t let me move. My clit is very sensitive, but I am trapped and after a few minutes cum again.


Eventually he lets me loose and once I catch my breath I start to work my way down his chest and stomach with my mouth while reaching my hand into his shorts to stroke his very erect cock and balls. I discover that he is completely shaved which is interesting. We slip his shorts down and I start to stroke him more firmly and lick up and down his shaft, eventually working my way to the head of his cock. I slip him into my mouth and suck gently, then more firmly while squeezing the base and sliding my fingers up and down. He starts to breathe faster and let out a few moans and at one point tells me to suck his cock hard while he reaches over and slaps my ass. Pretty soon I feel him growing harder and can tell that he is about to climax. Since we’re in the car and I’m still sort of wearing clothes, I decide to swallow his cum as it starts to shoot out of him and run down my throat. He is clutching my hair in one hand and grabbing my ass with the other one while he tries not to buck off of the seat or make too much noise. I slowly pull up and continue to gentle squeeze the shaft of his cock while he grabs my chin and kisses me on the mouth, licking his cum off my chin and lips.


We both catch our breath, and chat for a few minutes about…nothing. Soon his phone starts buzzing again and his friends are looking for him. He says he doesn’t mean to be an asshole, but he should go and I tell him that it’s fine. We gather our clothes and get out of the back seat as discreetly as possible. He kisses me goodbye and walks off while I get in the front seat and drive home, smiling and smelling like sex.

Vegas, Baby! (part one)

Had a little adventure in Vegas recently, that I thought I'd share. Hope you enjoy it...I did.


Playing Blackjack at Casino Royale. It’s fairly crowded and I move tables three times before finding one I’m happy with. Sitting there is a girl in her 20’s and one other guy. Soon three men walk up, two in their late twenties and one guy around fifty. They’re all nice looking and friendly, so I think about flirting a little with the older one since he is close to my age and I doubt the others would be interested. However, he is fairly drunk and his young friends are trying to keep him from being too loud and obnoxious, especially one guy – Justin – who is sitting at first base. Justin is nice looking, short brown hair, cap, t-shirt and shorts. At one point I get up to go to the bathroom at the same time as him and he offers me his arm as an “escort”. When I come out, he is waiting to take me back to the table, which was sweet. At the table everyone is being very friendly and boisterous which always makes gambling more fun for me.


Over the course of the next few hours we all become new best friends and we are all winning money hand over fist! The guys are progressively getting a little drunker and at one point Mark playfully hits Justin in the chest, to which all three gasp and look horrified. It turns out that he has a heart defect and has some kind of device implanted (pacemaker, or something similar). The other guys tell me I should feel it - it’s weird! So I reach over and put my hand on his chest. The device is sitting just over a nicely muscular chest and to tease his friends I look up into his eyes and say “ooh, it’s hard!” They tell me to touch it again and see if gets harder, and I tell them that maybe I will later depending on how big his stack (of chips) gets. Obviously flirty, but all in good fun.


At some point Mark and the other guy decide to go get dinner, but Justin wants to stay and gamble. A couple come to the table, so I scoot over next to him so they can sit together. Now there starts to be some brushing of arms…pressing of legs…erotic rubbing of Aces which are dealt to each other (for good luck). Soon it becomes clear that he is seriously flirting with me, and he starts getting touchier and mentioning “later” when we will have time to do more. I’m considering what to do. It’s doesn’t seem safe or smart to actually take this stranger home with me. I am getting pretty horny though, and he is too. I take the lime out of my glass and start sucking on it while looking into his eyes which makes him accidentally stay on a 10 opposite a 6. Oops.


A little while later, I feel a hand on my knee. It gradually works its way under my skirt and up my thigh a bit and I decide to let it stay there. I turn to look at Justin, and while staring into my eyes he purposefully runs his hand a little further up my leg. The casino is crowded but I don’t really want to stop him. On my next trip to the bathroom, I remove my panties.


Now I am really aroused, and going back and forth between wanting his hand between my legs and fearing that we will get kicked out of the casino or arrested for indecent exposure! Eventually he works it far enough up to brush against my clit with his fingertip and we both gasp (I don’t think he expected me to be naked under my dress). Once this happens I can see that I need to decide whether I am going to let this progress or stop it now. Well, I don’t seem to have a lot of self-discipline especially when it comes to handsome young men so I spread my legs just a little and lean forward to obscure the view from the dealer and other players.


For the next hour or so this goes on – Justin sneaking his arm under my dress and me letting it linger for a moment, then pushing it away because there are, after all, people all around us. Once he works his arms so far up my dress he starts to touch my breast! This was too much and I stop him, but my nipples are rock hard now. After the cards start to go a little cold, Justin whispers in my ear that he wants what is under my skirt, and he wants it now. He tells his friends (and me) that he is going to walk me to my car at Harrah’s. We both color up our chips and leave.


To be continued...

Who do you have sex with?

Many of us choose one person at a time to mate with. Some of us will jump on anything that holds still long enough. I fall somewhere in between. Not being an advocate of cheating, I try to be completely open and honest with my sexual partners and not expose them to physical or emotional danger as a result of their relationship with me. I am fortunate to have been with many deliciously skilled, interesting men and women in my life, but the one I’ve chose to be my mate… my life partner… my husband, tops the list in every way. I fully realize how lucky I am.


Hub (that will be his pseudonym here, I think) loves me, takes care of me, makes me feel safe. He also is nicely hung, has a great ass, can lick his eyebrows and makes me cum three times a night. And he lets me date other people. Now if I were to fall in love with someone else, that would hurt his feelings. But chatting online, exchanging naughty emails, and even physical encounters are fine with him as long as they make me happy and horny. After all, who reaps the benefits of that? He does, and in a big way.


Since we’ve opened our relationship in this way, I’ve been fascinated by the people who have pursued me (And it is the pursuit that excites me most). There are plenty of people who just want to show me a picture of their genitals then have me talk dirty while they masturbate. Most of the time, this bores me. There are some who immediately want to meet me in person and will settle for nothing else. They make me nervous. I guess I want there to be some kind of relationship, even if it is an online one that we both know might be based on lies. After all, you can be whoever you want to be on the internet and it is who people choose to be that interests me most. If you could re-invent yourself entirely, what pictures would you display? What name would you choose? How much of your real self would you allow to come through?


Personally, I can’t seem to help being mostly myself, even in an online relationship. As a woman living in a world fraught with peril, I try to be careful not to give out identifying information until I feel I know someone well. But even when carrying on a casual conversation or sexual encounter via chat, if I’m not myself while it’s happening I have trouble feeling anything and for me, sex without emotion, isn’t sex worth having.


What about you? Who do you share yourself with?

Tell me what you want

Tell me something.

Tell me your desire.


Is it to be made love to?
Do you want to be slowly undressed before flickering candlelight? Delicate fingers moving with deft assuredness over the buttons of your shirt, the buckle of your belt. Lain naked across a silken sheet strewn with fresh petals, the scents of sandalwood and champagne mingling in your senses. Your body oiled and softly stroked from head to toe, every inch of your skin showered in warm kisses. Your chest caressed, your nipples coaxed until they’re standing firm. Your strong thighs eased apart so that a delicate tongue can tease the fullness of your manhood, bringing your passion to a flame until you’re shivering with delight, until the ache to be satisfied can no longer be suppressed. Joined in nakedness, enveloped by open womanhood swollen by desire with long, flowing strokes that carry you along a road of pleasure, until your cries of fulfillment obliterate mine, until you feel your lust spill into the very center of me.Is that what you want?


Or would you prefer to be fucked?
Do you want to be lost in a fury of passion, to be swept away by a tumultuous sea of need and flesh? Frantic fingers pulling at your clothes, wrenching them apart to expose the gleaming nakedness beneath. Sharp nails scratching against your naked chest, pressing against your bullet-hard nipples. A frenzied mouth locked against yours, lips searing, tongues dancing. Determined hands forcing your pants down your thighs, seizing the waistband of your flimsy boxers and shredding them, tearing them apart, ripping the cotton from your body, leaving you bare and exposed and vulnerable. The sound of a belt undone, a zipper dragged downward; the thrill of a hot pussy, pressing insistently against your leg, finding its way over you, impaling itself desperately down onto your hard cock, thrusting, thrusting, thrusting, hard, fast, mercilessly taking its pleasure with you, fucking you into ecstasy, just as you want it to, as you need it to. Heavy, cum-laden balls bouncing against the cheeks of my ass, until my body stiffens against yours, and I feel your shaft throbbing and pulsing inside me, your cum flooding my most intimate flesh, even as my own orgasm explodes.Is that what you want?


Or would you prefer to be teased?
Do you want to be helpless? Lashed down, silk scarves wound tightly about your wrists and your ankles, binding you to the four corners of the bed. A scalpel-sharp knife, glinting in the half-light, slicing through the fabric of your shift the waistband of your briefs. The hand that strips away the remnants of your clothes, leaving you bound and naked and utterly helpless. Feathers and raw silk drawn lightly across your trembling body. A tongue to dampen your skin, and then soft breath to cool it. The cold feel of a hard steel cock ring brushing your erect nipples, drawing invisible lines across your belly, up the insides of your thighs, over the swollen head of your cock, encircling it and your balls clamping them tight and swollen for me to use until I tire of you. A small finger nudging its way between your ass cheeks, slowly, slowly, teasing you … A hand grasping your cock and slowly, deliberately stroking up and down until you reach the brink of climax…then stopping. And then starting over. And then again. And again. And again. And just when you think you can’t take any more teasing, when every nerve ending in your body is begging, screaming for fulfillment, the warm, wet swollen lips of my pussy rubbing slowly across the tip of your cock, circling my clitoris and smearing your precum across my opening, and then slowly easing my way onto you, fucking you with such exquisite precision, such excruciating slowness, that when you finally feel your hot seed splashing against my flesh, the power of that solitary orgasm actually renders you speechless…thoughtless.

Introduction

Does the world really need another sex blog?! I have no idea, but you’re here reading mine so apparently there’s something you’re interested in. What is it? Do you want to hear about my exploits in graphic detail so you’ll have something to masturbate to? Do you want to learn some new techniques or get ideas for scenarios to enact in your own life? Are you just interested in a purely clinical way in how people communicate in this new frontier of internet blogs? Maybe you know me…or think you do and are curious about my dirty, secret life.

I make no claim to be a brilliant writer. There will, no doubt, be instances of poor grammar and incorrect punctuation. Don’t bother writing me to point them out – I won’t care. That’s not the point of my writing here. My stories here are just meant to get you thinking…imagining…learning.

Whatever your reason for visiting, I hope you’ll find something that peaks your interest. Let me know if there’s something you want to read about. Some of the stories here will be based on true events, and some of them will be fiction. Some of the “not true yet” stories will really be plans for a future occasion. Maybe one of those occasions will involve you.

Love,
Sheer Bliss