And Remember That Time...

Well, hello there. :)

2006-08-10T20:02:00.000-07:00

So I was reviewing our sex life recently, and I've come to some conclusions:

I still surprise myself when I let out the dirty talk.

Your tongue never has and never will bother me.

You're very good at spanking me.

We should have sex in a sex swing.

I can be completely worn and tired out of my mind, even drunk as hell, and still find the power to squirt all over you.

Morning sex is way better than my alarm clock.

Your body takes my breath away, especially when it's drenched in sweat and I've ejaculated all over it.

I am amazed at how you've taken the time to get to know every part of my body.

That being said, I'm thrilled that every part of my body tingles when you come near.

I've taken a liking to doggy style with you, and the only reason I can figure out why is because I can ram into your cock harder than any other postition. Also, I now know why I'm growing my hair out.

When I'm on top, and I don't know what I'm doing (because I don't), you make it easy for me to feel sexy anyway.

I figured out that when I get on top after already ejaculating, it's too much because my clit is so sensitive and it rubs against you, which makes my legs completely inoperative. That makes it hard to figure out what I'm doing.

If certain people were blessed to be fucked by you, you'd still want to jam your fingers in and out of my pussy and make me come.

We don't need background music to make a love scene.

You are the best fucking lover I've ever known. Not just had.

This is short and sweet, and I plan on continuing these posts as usual in the near future. We've just been busy, but with plenty of fucking when we can, and I know this will get back to the same old squirty blog it should be. I can't wait to see you again, and have you come inside my mouth (because you know I love it.)

More conclusions to come.

I love you,
Suzanne

nooner... neener...

2006-06-16T03:05:00.000-07:00

suzanne:

So I can't sleep.

We're in the middle of a sacred "sleepover!" and I can't for the life of me get my eyes to close long enough to even attempt to get asleep.

I actually woke up about 2 hours ago with an upset tummy (stupid fucking IBS) and haven't been able to calm my brain down long enough to sleep.

I came in here for a while and stared into cyberspace, watched a few stupid videos, and a few good videos on VH1. I noticed that you had pulled all the covers off of your body, so I turned the air down a bit. I drank about 3 full glasses of water. My eyes finally got a little drowsy and I went to lay down next to you. The perfect you that's sleeping in my bed... right now. The perfect you that I would love to wake up and tell you everything that's on my mind. Because for some reason, in the dark, quiet night, all I can think about is how I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you.

My tummy is still cramping up, I'm worried to death about not getting sleep lately, especially now, but still... my mind is at ease.

When I laid down next to you a minute ago, the soft glow of the kitchen light down the hall illuminated your perfectly lean body's silhouette. You're laying on your side... your back exposed to me on my side. I want nothing more right now than to slide my fingers up and down that favorite part that I love so much. On your side from your upper pelvic area to your hip... You are so gently handsome in the most beautiful of ways that it drives me crazy. You respect your body as a man should and you pay attention to it. When I look at you... no matter dressed or undressed, I feel so lucky to have such an attractive person by my side. Of course I wouldn't care if you weighed 20 or 200 more pounds, I'd figure it out and still love you just the same. You'd still have your brilliant intelligence, your on-time sense of humor, your down-played sensitivity and passion for people, and you'd still have your ultimate ability to take over my body and transform it into a sexual tunnel waiting to be explored. But, you being fucking drop dead gorgeous certainly is a nice bonus I'll gladly accept.

Yesterday, I had the later shift and I called you around the lunch hour. I was cooking and just knew you'd want to come over and get some lunch. Thankfully you got away and came over. I have to admit lunch was pretty stinkin' great, but turning my head to kiss you was so fulfilling at that very moment. I got that "feeling" again. The one where all of a sudden, everything is as it's supposed to be. I'm supposed to be right here, right now, kissing you. It's the most amazing feeling in the world. It's almost like deja vu, but it gives me more tingly feelings than that... :)

I love making out with you when you want me.

The kisses are so sweet and amazingly hard and gentle at the same time. Your hands singe all over my body and make each section warmer and warmer. My mind clears and only sees you. Then you slide your hand further and further down my body and I start to thrust toward you. Since you respond so well to that exact motion, you can't help but undress me... and I take the same opportunity to get your clothes off as well. When you slide that huge cock inside me, again, I have to say, it's unlike anything I've ever felt before. Those first few moments send the insides of my pussy into almost a shock-like feeling, sending shooting patches of heat throughout my body. As you glide in and out, I feel myself start to rise and a soft smile comes across my face. You always light up when I smile, and that's when I think about how much we love each other. I feel my clit swell against you grinding me and feel so lucky to have you here with me.

I was so close to climaxing, and for who knows why, I didn't. I am, however, positively pleased that you had the pleasure of pulling out and coming all over my belly. I get to watch the most mind-numbing thing in the world: my man come. I get to say, "I did that. He came because of me." And then I feel like the sexual champion of the world. Cause hey uhm, anyone reading this, *I* make him come. *I* love him more than anyone. *I* am a goddess in his perfect eyes. It's like he's trying to compete with God.

Ok, maybe not God. You know what I mean. We should take this time to note that I just talked about you coming all over me and God all in the same paragraph. And I mean I'm talking about God in a serious way. I'm suddenly proud of myself. Apparently when I smoke a joint at 5:45 in the morning, I have a better ability of telling you how I feel. You come... God. I love it.

We sit outside for me to smoke a cigarette, you go back to work, and I get ready for work.

That whole experience, of you coming home for a classic "nooner," (and I mean classic! I friggin' COOKED!) made me SO HAPPY!

If I get a nice fuck out of cookin' some noodles, get ready. We're going to be eating a lot of noodles.

I love you.

I'm your girl forever and ever.

-suzanne &hearts

Lunch At The Fountain Of You

2006-06-13T14:48:00.000-07:00

SCOTT

And remember that time we fucked in the parking lot of an abandoned hardware store? It was the day I surprised you at work with a creamy drink from Starbucks, and then gave you a creamsicle of my own. =)

While we were in my car sipping on our Starbucks, we started making out. I was supposed to get back to the office to give everyone their new parking passes, but you didn't have any appointments until 5:00. While we were necking in the car, I started groping your breasts and rubbing your pussy through your pants. I was kind of stunned when you said "Okay, take me to the front door." I thought, "Fuck, she's going to be all responsible and make me go back to the office with this huge hardon in my pants." But then you said "I just might have to take a lunch break."

"Meaning?"

"Meaning this isn't over."

You slut. We drove around town looking for a suitable place to Park And Ride, all the while you were kissing my neck and stroking my cock. (Well, at least until you asked if you could suck my cock. There's something so incredibly hot about driving around town while getting a blow job.) And because we seem to be destined for everything to work out in our favor, just as I was about to jump out of my skin with the urge to fuck you, an empty retail store of some kind appeared just up ahead on the right.

"We'll just be one of those random cars in an empty parking lot."

Now this wasn't the first time we've pulled over in broad daylight and fucked in my car. This was the third time we've done such a brazen act of lust. The first was when we were taking portraits, and the second was another lunch date. And seriously, it turns me on so much to have your wet pussy at my disposal in my backseat that we could fuck like this every Tuesday and I'd never tire of it. I love the thrill of fucking you in semi-public places, the risk of getting caught, the thought of the show we must be giving to anyone who happens to look through the front windshield of my car. I swear, if I didn't have such heavy tinting on the rest of the windows, we'd be in jail by now.

But as hot as it is to be fucking in public, even hotter is the look of wanton lust on your face. The position we've found for backseat fucking is some of the best stimulation I've ever known. And of course, today was mind-blowing simply because you squirted all over me. And you've squirted before, but this time it came out in a projectile stream and splashed against my stomach, covering me with your juices and causing the car to smell like sex and sweat. And because it was broad daylight, I got to WATCH you squirt, which was something right out of a porn film, and something I've been wanting to watch since we discovered that you were capable of female ejaculation.

I've never had anything like that happen to me, Suzanne. My mind is still reeling from the completely alien sensation of having your come spray all over my stomach and wet my cock. I want more of that. I want to fuck you in that same position Wednesday night and feel your come shoot all over me again. I want to watch, I want you to see how far and how much you squirt when you come. And someday, I want you to shoot it all over my face.

I have to get back to work now, too. But I'm sitting at my desk smiling because I can still smell you on my hands, and my cock is still sticky from all of your cum.

Thank you for trusting me. That alone turns me on more than you'll ever know.

I love you,
Scott

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Lunch Break

2006-06-13T14:04:00.000-07:00

And remember that time you picked me up for lunch and drove me to an abandoned parking lot, and fucked me in the back of your car?

I'm at work, and should probably NOT blog about this here. But, I don't really fucking care. Ok, my manager just walked in, so I will continue this later.

I really, really, really, fucking love you, my dear Scott. :)

-suzanne

Yes, but...

2006-06-11T13:59:00.000-07:00

suzanne:

Remember that time when you took me out dancing and couldn't help but throw me against the door when we came home?

Because I'll never forget it.

You had just spent what felt like an eternity playing with me out in the car, which had been idling in the driveway. You grabbed me at one point and kissed me much deeper than usual, reminding me that I could survive having only water, starbucks, and your tongue anywhere on my body. We finally decided to head inside after an intense make-out session.

You see, dear readers, I had been dancing all night, and I felt a little "dirty," shall I say, and I made sure he knew I wanted to rinse off before doing what I really wanted to with him. A simple, clean-like gesture. I unlocked the door, walked inside and said, "Can I still rinse off?"

Scott says, "Yes."

And as he slams me against the door, shutting it in perfect sequence, he says, "Right after I fuck you."

Before I knew it, my panties were slipped off from underneath my cocktail dress, my legs were wrapped around him, my back pressed against the door... and all of a sudden he entered me. (I got the sense that he'd had his cock out of his pants since before we walked in...) Everytime he enters me, it's like a new experience all over again. He stares into my eyes to see my reaction when he thrusts inside me for the first time, which in and of itself is so stimulating for me, to say the very least.

I was so completely consumed with him that I wanted to keep on, making love against the door, but I actually kept slipping and couldn't hold myself up very well. It's a shame it had to end; that was the first time I had been horizontally suspended like that while being fucked. I felt him deeper inside me than usual, and it was overwhelming at first, as his penis usually is because of its incredible size. However, I couldn't take it anymore and I wanted to lay down with him on the soft bed and touch every part of him that he would let me touch.

I repeatedly exclaimed, "Oh hell no," as I strutted to the bedroom and almost ripped my perfect party dress trying desperately to get it off. You don't fuck me against a door and expect me to just take it lying down.

Before I even had the chance to begin to get into the bed, he bent me over and entered me from behind, saying the perfect things he knows I love to hear as he pushes against me.

From then on, we did what we usually do, flip, kiss, suck, caress, stroke, stare, scream, breathe, and, my favorite: ejaculate.

I obviously need to make an entire blog about our discovery of female ejaculation, made completely and entirely possible with the help of Scott and my trust in him. Give this guy a book, and he will learn. Within 20 minutes of reading about it, he was convinced he had to experiment the procedure on me. I have no idea how much time went by after that, but he did make me "squirt" as we like to call it. Ladies, if this has never happened to you, please, take the time to try it. You, as we have read, don't need a partner, it's all in your head. And gentlemen, if you haven't taken the time to explore this possibility of your lady, get your shit together. Apparently, it's pretty awesome for you too.

As he is on top of me, holding my legs tight against me to spread myself for him, I notice that I am so much better at "letting go" mentally. Before, I would concentrate too much on the actions we were performing. After I discovered how thrilling it was to squeeze my pussy around him, come all over him while he's inside me, and feel it trickle down past my asshole, I've realized this is not just about the two of us making love. It's about so many other things, including feeling absolutely and purely stimulated.

Oh, Scott, I can recall the feeling of last night's episode: You continually grind your cock in an upward motion, gliding back and forth across my "G spot." When the feeling hits, I realize that there's that feeling... that feeling that I'm building. That's when I slide my hands up your chest and stare at you, then my hands embrace all sides of your neck. I almost want to squeeze your throat sometimes, just to alert you that you're giving me the best pleasure RIGHT NOW, this very moment. It builds more and more, and I see you with that endless look in your eyes. You say, "Your pussy feels so good," and I always think, "You don't even know." My pussy always feels good with you inside, but when you touch that spot with the head of your cock.. and I can feel your balls slam against me.. and the bottom of your belly warm my clit, I know it's coming. Literally. And those damn "Ejac Rockets" shooting down my legs and into my toes certainly tells me to keep an eye out.

I'll push with all my might a couple of times before it's actually ready. At this point, I can't really control when it comes out. Fortunately, that's the thrilling part. When I climax, the ejaculate passes through, over my spot, and all over you. That feeling alone sends me to... fuck, I don't know... somewhere else. But with you. I look up and scream, and usually with my eyes closed, simply because I can't believe how good it feels everytime you make me come. Then I look at you to see if you like the sudden feeling of being "over-lubricated." You push and watch me, making me tingle all over.

Then you continue to fuck me, since now you sense I am sensitive as fuck, my whole body shaking, and although completely satisfied, always wanting more of you. Everytime you make me come, I always think about this: "His turn."

You rolled me to my side, you pushed harder and harder... And through it all, I still got what I wanted. I wanted so badly for you to come in my mouth. I don't know if I showed very well or not by sucking your balls and looking up at you while you jacked off, inches from my face, but I do know that I had to have you in my mouth while you ejaculated. I can't help but touch myself while you masturbate, it's so goddamn sexy for me. I love playing with my clit piercing of course, so I always find a reason to do that... but watching you roll your eyes into the back of your head while you moan and kiss me is my favorite friendly reminder of how much we actually turn each other on.

I always want you to feel the warmth of my mouth, moist with anticipation when you come, I hope you know that. But what I NEED is to have you come inside me. I feel your penis swell just before you do, and I don't think there is a greater feeling in the world. (Some come close, don't worry.) In the meantime, as we patiently (patiently, right?) wait for my cycle to get where we need it, I absolutely love it when you come in my mouth. Close second would be all over my tits. I'll review all of this when you finally get to come as you fuck me up my ass.

On that note, can I just say thank you for playing with my ass? :) It feels so great and I've viewed the whole process as yet another way that Scott gets to enlighten Suzanne.

So now, as I complete this post, I think about him, his penis, his tongue, every protruding part of his body that turns me on so much. He's always perfect in the morning, caressing my back with that special touch that he has, waking me up to love and acceptance, not horny nonsense... and evetually, I'm dying to have his fantastic cock inside me once again.

Waking up to the one you love staring at you, wanting you, and eventually ejaculating all over you before you even get out of bed, is a much better way to start the day than with two scoops... of anything.

I love you.
suzanne

Knockin' At The Door

2006-06-11T13:33:00.000-07:00

SCOTT

And remember that time I fingered you in the car and then fucked you up against the door as we walked into the house? It was "Date Night," a Saturday after we'd been saving money by taking meals separately in our own homes. I felt like we needed to have a Date Night to keep the romance from going stale. Not that we were anywhere close to risking that, but we'd been talking about moving in together - what goes into storage, which bed we'll sleep in, how many square foots we need - stuff that THRILLS me to think about, because it means we really ARE starting a life together, but not something that should overshadow the fact that I completely and utterly ADORE you. Not just as someone to share a dwelling with, but someone to take out on the town and say "LOOK EVERYONE! SHE'S WITH ME!"

So we went out on this date. Earlier that day I had been on a 27-mile bike ride and was wanting to eat healthy, so we drove out to Hell to get some Lemon Pepper Chicken & Broccoli. (I think my car STILL reeks from leaving broccoli in it overnight. OY!) After that, we cruised down Riverdrive, revisiting the spot where we had our first date and dancing by the fountains. We flirted and groped and whispered promises about how we were going to fuck each other silly when we got home that night. I was already hot and ready to go at Riverdrive, but after watching you dance for over three hours at The Club and grinding up against you to that shiny toy song we like so much, I couldn't wait another second to have you.

You said your goodbyes at The Club, and we walked to my car, where you were kind enough to take your seat with your skirt hiked up and your legs spread wide - an open invitation to slip my hand between your legs and play with the moist folds of your cunt. My cock was straining against my jeans the entire drive back to your house, and I could feel your pussy get wetter and wetter as I strummed your slit and we made small talk recapitulating the evening. You were self-conscious about being sweaty from dancing, and requested time to take a shower before we got horizontal.

I couldn't wait that long. For one, I was ready to go RIGHT THEN. And for two, the taste of your skin with a sheen of sweat on it is just about the best flavor I've ever tasted. (Just about.) Pulling into your driveway, I realized that there was no way I could wait for you to shower; no way I could allow you to rinse off your salty sweat only so you could sweat more minutes later. Before you could get out of the car, I plunged my finger into your pussy and kissed your neck. Your moans were music to my ears. I love hearing you breathe and respond to my touch, and on this night you were especially respondant to my fingers and tongue. I whispered that I wanted to fuck you, that I wanted to shove my big dick inside your wet pussy, that I wanted to come all over you. And your eyes rolled back into your head and your moans got deeper and deeper as you gyrated your wet cunt on my hand. I asked you if you liked having my finger inside you, and you breathed a "yes." I asked you if you wanted to have two fingers inside you, and you practically screamed. We sat in my car for what seemed like an hour, fingering and kissing and necking all over each other. I asked you if you wanted me to fuck you and you breathed another "uh-huh."

"Then get out of my car and fuck me."

We raced to your door and as you were turning the key to the lock you said, "I still have time to take a shower first, right?"

"Of course, Sweetie. Right after I fuck you."

Before we were even inside your house I spun you around and closed the door with the weight of both of our bodies. I couldn't wait for you to take a SHOWER! I could smell you on my fingers, I could taste your sweat on my lips - I had to have you RIGHT THEN. I shoved you up against your door and put my tongue down your throat. I had unbuckled my pants and freed my throbbing cock on the walk from the driveway. It was so dark, you didn't even notice. My hands were everywhere, and in seconds I had your panties around your knees and my fleshy cock between your legs, begging to be inside you. You dropped your purse, your keys and your guard and let me shove you up against the door and fuck you. You completely gave in to my advances and let me hoist your legs up over my hips, picking you up and fucking you hard while grabbing your ass and kneading your flesh with my fingers.

Then you dropped down off of my cock and led me into your bedroom. It would have been comical for you to turn around to see me stumbling through the hall with my pants around my ankles, but you were too busy peeling off layers of your own clothing. As soon as we were naked, I told you to bend over and you JUMPED on the bed on all fours like it was what you've wanted since you were a pubescant little girl. I shoved my dick in from behind you and rode you till wave after wave of pleasure wracked your body and mine. We fucked in all different positions, stopping occasionally so I could lick your pussy or ease the strain on your legs or mine. We fucked for almost an hour, my cock hammering away at your pussy until my legs couldn't go on any longer. (Curse you, 27-mile bike ride!) But because you're an amazing woman, you licked my balls and tongued and fingered my asshole while I stroked my dick, finally bringing me to orgasm with your tits smothering my balls and your mouth at the head of my erupting cock. Coming in your mouth is always a thrill, and it was the perfect end to a session of hot, furious sex between two people who are just crazy about each other. (Cue Heart's "Crazy On You.")

We went outside and you smoked a cigarette and then some weed. On our way to the kitchen you said "Look at this," and there by the door were your keys, your purse, and your PANTIES, in a perfect "dropped trou" formation. It was hysterical, and this blog is the reason I should have got my camera and taken a picture of it. Then we fucked around online for a while before going to bed and falling asleep in each other's arms. I slept like a baby. (Like a well-fucked baby? Ew!) And awoke with you next to me. I couldn't help think about how hot the night before was, so of course I started stroking your skin and kissing your neck, which made me hard within seconds. You took hold of my hard on and started stroking my dick with such wide-eyed enthusiasm. I love it when you play with me - when you explore my body just to see what turns me on. That morning, the sex was slower and more deliberate, sliding into you slowly and feeling you wrap your pussy around me and pull me inside you. The entire time, you kept me riding on the edge of a spine-melting orgasm while piercing me with your beautiful green eyes.

But of course, gentle sex leads to those fuzzy, tingly feelings just like any other kind of sex, and before too long I was pounding away at you, our bodies slapping together and churning all of those warm wonderful feelings inside both of us. You pulled away because your poor little pussy couldn't take any more, and we both started playing with ourselves until I stood up and sprayed a load of hot come all over your ample tits.

And for whatever reason, all of that - the dancing, the fucking, the making love - doesn't seem to satisfy my appetite for you. That morning, I just lay in bed with you, rubbing your golden skin and kissing your stomach, feeling every inch of you with my hands and caressing the muscles you've so wonderfully exercised for the benefit of turning me on. Rubbing your thighs and giving you a foot massage, just spending a lazy Sunday in bed, caressing each other until eventually we were too hungry to sit still any longer.

You continually give me the best days and nights of my life. You thrill me in ways that I've never known were possible, and you compliment my sexual desires and fantasies so perfectly. You're the little slut I've always wanted, and the nurturing lover I've always thought I deserved.

I love you, Suzanne. I cannot wait until I see you again.

XOXO,
Scott

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First Post

2006-06-08T12:12:00.000-07:00

And remember that time we fell in love and decided to blog about it on the internet? That was cool, man.