Won’t You Be My Bad Boy?

[Bad Boy - Cascada]

Bad Boy is blonde and blue-eyed like I like ‘em, covered in tattoos, with a few fresh wounds from a fight I didn’t ask about and shouldn’t have been so intrigued by, and with some dark stories I will probably pad a villain’s character history with when I’m a famous novelist later in life (cross your fingers).

Things I learned from him – how tats are done in prison, sometimes a person has a good reason for never calling you back and it’s ok to forgive them and let them pick you up reaaaally late at night, and it is definitely the ones you don’t expect who want it up the butt.

He must have said “I love you” to me a hundred times – when I told him his fantasy of the MMMF foursome was not even remotely high on the weird kink scale, when I pulled a pillow pack of lube out of my bag, and when I was ready, willing, and then utterly fascinated by sticking my fingers up his ass (which I had never done before). It was amazingly hot to watch him writhe as I stroked him from the inside – it must be like how guys feel watching girls melt from their fingertips. And he must have understood that, because he was really, really good with his fingers, coaxing me to a thunderstorm wetness in the car, on my back, lying on my stomach…

I reminded him he was not to fall in love with me. I thought it was all kind of a joke we were playing, this fake “love” business, but I did catch him watching me sleep. Twice. It was disgustingly relationshippy and I admonished him for it. Don’t worry, he made it up to me both times in a very lustful and not loving way.

When we finally got up – I could spend another whole lazy summer day on his comfortable bed with him, just relaxing and then having sex and then doing it all over again – the room was a condom graveyard. We giggled about it (I giggled, he gave a manly chuckle), and BB drove me home. It was all sort of a surreal experience. I would do it again.

You Can’t Always Get What You Want

[You Can't Always Get What You Want - Rolling Stones]

Bad news. Engineer isn’t coming after all. Burn doesn’t matter. Neither does weight. NOT a happy Coquitten.

Doesn’t Seem to be a Shadow in the City

[Summer in the City - Lovin' Spoonful]

I’m pale, I admit it. So at the sign of sun today, D, Blondie, another friend, and I all went to the pool. Lovely! D picked up some tanning oil and we set to work on some color. We alternated between splashing around the pool and laying out, chatting girlishly in the heat.

I should know better. I’ve been white my entire life and I SHOULD KNOW BETTER.

I need SPF 60. NOT tanning oil, despite its claim for some SPF bullshit of 5 or 6. What do I look like naked now? I look ridiculous. Who needs to look good naked for next week? I do.

I have the most leotarded burn. While it exists over most of my body, it is much worse on the tops of my arms (the undersides are not even pink), my shoulders, and my chest but MOST OF ALL a great big red strip down my back punctuated with a bikini strap line and a white-and-untouched-by-sunlight ass. My legs are barely flushed, by the way. My belly? Can’t even tell it’s been outside.

I know Engineer or anyone else will not really care (probably just think my random red stripes are hilariously funny), but it is really hard to feel confident naked like this. I just look dumb.

No progress on the weight loss, either.

WHHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?

I am slathering myself in sunscreen from now on. I can’t keep risking my skin like this. Damn. =( This sucks. This may be either another skipped HNT week or a very painful looking one.

Killing Time Being Lazy

[Lazy - Ella Fitzgerald]

As things at the bar I work at slow down for summer, I find myself with SO much free time.

Unfortunately, most of that free time is not being used productively. For example, you may notice I missed out on HNT this week. And I never wrote my Playboy post or detailed the account of what happened with Performer. In hindsight, I think the whole of the story of Performer will remain private, but just keep in mind that it was fucking good.

I have been spending quite a bit of time partying (I’m sure you noticed that, too) and staying up really late. My body hurts from dancing, which is a pleasant soreness, really, even if someone did tip me a dollar and I had to explain I wasn’t a stripper, just a drunk girl shaking her (big) ass with/for her friends.

I have also spent a lot of time cooking and baking. Lovely! Fun! FATTENING! I don’t skimp in my recipes and it’s beginning to show (I am sure all the drinking lately hasn’t helped, either)… In good ways, like in my tits and ass (someone I hadn’t seen in a while politely inquired if I had recently had my tits done, because “they look fantastic!”), but in bad ways, too. My jeans are having some trouble staying buttoned and my belly is becoming more and more of a bulging muffintop. So, when I received a text from the Engineer last night proclaiming his arrival right before Independence Day, I made this decision: crash diet time.

Ughhh, unhealthy, not applicable to actual, long-term weight loss, etc. etc. etc. But I only have a week and a half. Something’s gotta’ give. I am (somehow!!!) nearly fifteen pounds heavier than when he met me. Oh, boo, that’s an exaggeration. I am ten pounds heavier, but I am also only five foot one, so it is pretty blatantly hovering in parts of my body that I would like fat not to hover.

When did I turn into Bridget Jones? V. fat today, 0 Calories (v. good but just woke up), 0 Cigs (v. good, but have never had one anyway), # of half-awake text messages sent: 5

Sugasm #168

The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #169? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.

This Week’s Picks
Covet
“My mouth waters at the sheer beauty.”

Lilly’s Turn – Part 3: Wherein Lust, Greed and Risk Intersect
“She was biting her lip to prevent herself from making a sound.”

Oh Dirty Girl
“It was at that moment that I knew I needed him to take me and take me dirty.”

Mr. Sugasm Himself
Porn’s 2009 AIDs Outbreak

Sugasm Editor
Review: Why Just Her

Editor’s Choice
My very first HNT!

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(Sugasm participants should re-post all the links above within a week. The following links may be excluded as long as you include all the above links.)

Erotic Writing & Experiences
He Can Use Me All Night – Part Two, Yet Another Hotel
Hump Day Poetry
I Can’t Get No Contraception – Part 2
Just fucking.
Keeping It Simple
Tedious Training
Wet dream at the airport-part2

News, Reviews & Interviews
20 Questions with Satine Phoenix
Favorite Jeans -HNT
Girly HNT.
Glow Plugs and the Kegel8 Effect
I’m unemployed and I live with my parents
Protection and Promiscuity

Sex Advice
Congrats! You are the new proud owner of some Sexy Lingerie!
Pompoir: The Art of Milking the Lingam
The truth about female ejaculation

BDSM & Fetish
Breed Sex Part 1: They Want to Cum in You.
Daddy Spanked Me
Darklady’s 9th Annual Masturbate-a-Thon – The Solo Sex Circus
High School Bully Part 3
Humiliation
Imprint
A Kiss Goodbye
Meeting a Domme
Le 6 janvier…L’histoire!…My version

NSFW Pics, Videos & Audio
Bent in the chair for harsh punishment
Cikita
Lindsay Lohan Topless Twitter Picture
Liv – Pure Perfection
Nude at daylight
Teen girl bending over for some harsh cane stripes
Touched

Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
Eagerness & Blow Jobs – Lessons Learned From Gay and Bi Men
Faking Orgasms | How it feels for a girl
On Love, Loss and Taking Risks

E’ry Body in Da Club Gettin’ Tipsy

[Tipsy - J-Kwon]

I know there are some of you out there that likereading my drunk posts so I’ll give you half drunk tonight.

I went out with Girl I Made Out With On Saturday (she should have a name) and her friends. She also fucked Performer and we compared experiences. Is that weird? I thought it was cool.. She and I seduced some guys and they bught us drinks for all night which was really cool. cuaese we drank a lot. Then I went home but not after making out iwith a hot Asian girl (HOT_ and trying to get with a guy who challenged me bny being faith full to his girlfriend wtf why was that so hot? He won – he did nolt cheat. Which is really cool. But also he was gorgeous so I will be guilty and say I wish eh had so we could have at least made out.

Also, I danced on the platform in the club. Lots of girls and guys thought my ass was bomb and that I danced, to quote, not to e vain, just to qote, “pheonomel.”

Oh god I spellede tha so abdad. BAD>

PHENOMENAL.

And also I love shots. So bad for me.

And I Can Feel Your High Touching Me Inside

[Flying High - Jem]

I am so pleased to introduce a new ‘character’ – Performer. If you follow my Twitter or remember my drunk post (haha), you may not be surprised. But if not, hey, hey! Here’s an intro: He’s a gorgeous guy, a ridiculous amount of fun, and really, really good in bed (as I found out very early this morning since we didn’t get back to his place from the party until it was already light out!). I met him a few nights ago (a friend of a friend’s friend, hah!) and it was just a great night. Saw his show on Friday and now I am very pleasantly post-orgasmic this lovely Sunday.

He was such an amazing, giving partner and when he came, it was that “otherworldly, full body, lose control, lasted a near minute and left him twitching even longer” orgasm. I was the same, my legs shaking long after we finished from sheer pleasure and a rockin’ climax.

I guess I have this thing for people who live out of town – makes it easier, maybe? ;P But he is a travelling kind of Performer and so I have no idea when I will see him again. I’m a little sad because we had a chemistry together that is so different from what I have with the Engineer – not better, not worse, just really different. But I am so content about the evening and morning I had that I can’t really be upset. It was one of those nights that is really pleasant to just hold in your memory.

Sexy snippets to follow when I feel like writing something dirrrty!

Blame It On The Allalalalalalalacohol

[Blame It (On the Alcohol) - Jamie Foxx]

Whooo! Made out with Performer. Yay! Great kisser. Just met him. Seeing him perform tomorrow… wooo! WHooo! with an H!

Flirted with drive through man. My feet hurt. And my cat is lovely. I jmean my siamsese not my pussy. Thanks everybody for HNT love! I lolve my readers and that means YOU because you are reading this.

Ok time to sleep.

HNT – June 18th, 2009

I originally wasn’t going to use this photo. I was going to use a photo that was more “half” than “nekkid”, since my HNTs have been naked, dirty, XXX… Nothing half-nekkid about them!

But in the end, I had the other photo all prepped, uploaded, and I couldn’t think of anything to say. I didn’t really like it. I had this one and I loved it – this photo is sexy, provocative, a little porn, but a little arty. So perhaps next week, I will be half-nekkid and a little teasing, but for this Thursday, I’m an exhibitionist again. I can’t help it.

Also, it’s a little hard to tell, but I changed my clitoral hood jewelry – this one has opals in it. I feel dangerously expensive with opals on my clit. It’s very sexy.

Go see Osbasso and the other HNT-ers!

He Can Use Me All Night – Part Three, Morning Sex

[Read Part One and Part Two first.]

According the Manifesto de Charolastra (a hook up guide written for me by Bear when we were 17. I don’t know what that name means or if it means anything, I didn’t name it), when one ‘hooks up’, one should always end up in their own bed at the end of the sex. The only exceptions to this are being out of state or being too drunk to drive.

I add in another exception – the possibility of morning sex. And that particular night, I knew that going to sleep next to the Engineer did not just have a possibility of morning sex the next day, but in fact, a guarantee for it.

Morning sex is great. I am even a fan of it on Facebook, as are 1,264,340 other users. It’s a little groggy sometimes, especially when you’re a night owl like me, but never seems to disappoint. For lovers, it’s a luscious way to wake up, allowing yourself a pause in your loved one’s arms before starting your day. For long-distanced fuckers, like the Engineer and I, it’s a last chance to enjoy one another before he has to hop a plane back home.

When we woke up, our hands started wandering sleepily, and his were soon between my thighs, teasing at my clit. Before we’d even said “good morning”, I was on top of him, moving my hips up and down, his dick wrapped tightly in my pussy and rising to meet my own movements. Morning sex is always a little tighter, a little more gentle. With the Engineer and I, it is still ‘fucking’, but subdued, an afterthought of the night before, a postscript to remind one another of the brutal, mind-blowing sex we’d had just hours ago before collapsing and succumbing to post-orgasmic slumber.

It was wordless, and kissless like I like my morning sex, just moans, and no need to instruct one another where to go or what to do. Morning sex is always quieter, no need to proclaim every sensation. Every change in position was natural and easy, and when he had me on my back, my legs over his shoulders, the depth and penetration was so sexy and felt so good that we came within seconds of each other.

And so we showered and went to breakfast, then he left for the airport.