thequeenanne's Journal

I forgot I had this journal...*such a dumbass*
I'm using this to post the entries from my lj (same ID) that I don't want to have friend locked. My sister doesn't know about this one - THANK GOD! I'll also start putting my newer sub journal entries (www.puttingonairs.livejournal.com) in here, too. Well, anyway, here's the last date from my lj:

Dec. 28th, 2007 at 12:23 AM

I've been told that my postings have become rather dull, that I'm not writing about the "juicy stuff" any more. Well, John set me up on a date again. But this time on Christmas Eve.

Bored and a bit depressed about the lack of funds for Christmas givings, my husband arranged for me to go out. On Christmas Eve. I would spend the day at his sister's surrounded by in-laws that, although they are loving, are just not my type of crowd. Their conversations revolve around local politics, and the gossip tends to be about people I've never met - both things I could give a shit about.

11:30pm. That's when I was supposed to go to his place. I knew him. I've been with him, several times...in the Biblical sense of course. Soft hair, strong arms but not pumped, same height so perfect kissing level, smooth ass that I wouldn't doubt has less fuzz than mine, and a cock...oh yes, very nice, thick...and oh so suckable. I hoped this date would pop the pity party bubble that was beginning to suffocate me. A good hard shagging can do that for a gal.

I knocked on his door and was given a little kiss upon entering. A bit of small talk as he rounded the sofa and quickly stripped off his sweats, the only thing he was wearing. "You have too many clothes on," he stated, and I removed them. I walked to the sofa where he sat, legs spread, snuffing out his cigarette. Down on my knees, I pushed his thighs further apart and gave his man parts a long lick with my flattened tongue, starting at his balls and working my way up until I captured the head between my lips. "oh god" he whispered. I played with him in my mouth, sucking vigorously then licking with reverence. I don't give head like a whore - their goal is to get you off as fast as they can and move on. I like to suck as if I've been given the last piece of candy on earth and plan on enjoying it for as long as I can.

For awhile, one hand held tightly to the base of his cock while the other one was wrapped around his thigh, holding him in place even though it was unnecessary. I never like to keep my hands still for long. I want his main focus to be on my warm mouth as it's working on his engorged piece, but I want to distract him as well. I began to move my hands, roaming up and down his thighs, scratching them with my short nails. Then I sent one to tweak a nipple and the other to tug on his balls. The distraction changed the noises he was making, soft moans became quick intakes of breath. Victorious. I want him to feel something besides his own cock. If I tried hard enough, I bet I could make him cum without ever touching him where he wants it the most. Maybe. But I was having too much fun doing to him what I would want another man to do to me if I had a dick. Funny way to get a guy off, I know, but that's how my mind set works.

He hiked his knees up to his shoulders and commanded "Eat my ass!" This act is an earned act in my book. I can't do this for many men, but this guy's pucker calls to me for some reason. He's delicious. Plain and simple. I can't tell you why this act doesn't bother me because I don't know - I just don't. It makes me want to toss my cookies when I think about doing it for some of the other men I've been with though, and I can honestly say that in those cases I just did NOT do it. Good hygiene aside, I think some guys are just afraid to give their own asses a good scrubbing. Not this guy. I started with cleansing sweeps, to rid him of his soap and sweat, then I drove my tongue into his hole as far as I could. It's never more than a few millimeters to start - I think everyone's anus tightens when it's first touched, whether it's a wanted touch or not. I worked at relaxing him, little flickers against the rim, gentle nudging to get him loose. Oh man, the sounds he made during this drove me wild! I lifted my eyes to look at his face, and he wore a tiny smirk. It made me snicker thinking how it must feel.

I got more aggressive and placed my entire mouth over his opening and sucked at it. More wonderful noises. I did this for a few minutes, alternating between my tongue and my lips. "John said I could do whatever I want with you tonight. You're going to be doing this for an hour." He said these words as if I didn't know this, as if he was trying to see how I would react, if I would protest. I snickered again and went back to my treat. I rubbed my nose in the wetness my saliva had left behind and breathed in deeply, smelling him and loving it. I pushed a hot breath against his hole and nuzzled his opening again. It was getting wider. I playfully flicked at the rim with my tongue, noticing that it was becoming ruffled from my actions. Nice.

I fucked his hole with the tip of my tongue for a bit, when he must have reached a breaking point or something because he pulled my hair, rose and led me to the edge of the sofa. "Bend over the sofa." I did. Oh man! Oh man! OH MAN! I knew what was coming...or at least I thought I did! I could hear the condom package being open. I could hear a belt being pulled from some jeans. I could hear my heart thumping in my damn toes it was going so fast! He soon realized that little prep was needed as I was practically dripping. He removed his fingers and slid his hardness into my wet spot. Oh man it was heavenly. I could feel every inch as he pumped in and out, and just as I was about to tighten my muscles around his cock, he pulled out and SMACK! My ass stung from the belt, and I barely had time to react when he did it again! WHY THE FUCK DO I LIKE THIS?!? He rammed back into me for a few strokes, pulled out and struck me again! I whimpered but not in a bad way! He pulled me up by my hair and wrapped the belt around my neck, cinching it tightly.

He had done breath play with me before, but just a meaty hand wrapped around my throat. This was scary... and so fucking exhilarating! He fucked me for a bit while he fingered my ass, prepping me for what I was wanting soooo badly! With as thick and long as his cock is, I thought for sure I would be in a world of hurt. If your not stretched out properly, fuck it can burn! I shouldn't have doubted his ability to get me ready. He pulled on the belt, and I felt my head thumping as the blood was trying to force itself in through the restriction. My eyes watered and my vision started to tunnel. I could feel every tiny bit of my body, every sensation, as if my head was telling me to remember it before it was gone forever. Such a fucking rush! He released the belt and the warmth of the blood returning to my face made me sweat. He handed me my camera and told me to video tape my face as he was fucking me in the ass. Do you know how hard it is to concentrate when you are being entered?

"Tell your husband thank you!" Talk? He wanted me to talk? FUCK! I sputtered out something that was like thank you but it must not have been good enough because he slapped me on the ass, driving deeper into it. He repeated himself. "Thank you," I said. More thrusting. I could feel him hold my cheeks apart and just knew he was watching himself sliding in and out. Incredible. Both to feel and to imagine visually. I was making the most desperate sounds, like I was in agony and ecstasy at the same time. "Tell John that you love getting fucked in the ass." SMACK "Tell him." I felt as if I was having to speak a foreign language without every having heard it before. NGUH! He started to pound into my ass,and I was sure the sound of his balls slapping against my twat could be heard across America! It felt so fucking good. I couldn't hold the camera anymore. I threw it back to him and told him to get a shot of him going into my hole. I could hear him narrating the image to John and almost giggled and came at the same time. "Look at that. It just goes right in." He had pulled all the way out and paused before flawlessly slipping back in. The whole "sword sliding into it's sheath" that's referenced in so many smut stories became crystal clear.

It was time to do something else. My legs were jelly and useless for keeping me propped up against the sofa arm. We moved to the floor, flipping and flopping around a bit before he sat back on the sofa, legs spread wide, knees in the air. Damn, he was flexible! "Eat my ass." Mmmmmmmm! I did so with gusto, and while I licked, I lazily drew a finger up and down his cock, flickering over the dripping head occasionally, almost as if I was doing it subconsciously. He was about to lose it and told me to close my eyes. I tilted my face to the side and WHAM! He blew his load into my ear! It was not his intended target, but I couldn't help speaking with a phony sense of awe at having never been jizzed in that orifice before. We both snorted at the spooge that ran down the side of my face and, of course, he took a picture for John. When he returned from the bathroom with a towel for me, he stood in the middle of the room and laughingly stated, "I hope you don't take this the wrong way, but you are one sick woman." Why the hell would I take that as a negative?!? I confessed to him that when he had me bent over the sofa all I kept thinking was, "Man this is the dirtiest fuck ever!" He grinned and replied, "Huh, I don't think I've ever been any body's dirtiest fuck!"

I left, wishing him a Merry Christmas as I noticed it was just past 1 am. I was grinning the whole way home, occasionally giggling. John was asleep. I copied the video onto the pc for him and watched myself getting royally fucked. Watching myself will NEVER do anything for me personally, but it sure did get a rise out of John! WOOHOO! The next day was the best though. I don't know whether I went deathly pale or beet red when my brother-in-law asked me what happened to my neck!

Just a dirty, sick woman,
TQA

Mood: dirty
Music: "Eye" Smashing Pumpkins