Let's talk about sex, baby

Now that I is back and my rent has been paid, my life is the slightest bit less topsy-turvy - but not by much.

As if uncertainty and stress weren't good enough reasons for my being missing in action. . .if AT&T isn't fucking me over with their sporadically malfunctioning internet service, my computer is broken; and if my computer isn't broken, it won't charge. Boo, I say - but with an optimistic air. :)

I started this entry on Monday for lack of one of my weekly memes. Wednesday Weirdness looks like tons of fun this week but I don't have much time so I think I'll finish this one instead.

Forever and a day ago, ASM's very own Hubman tagged me in a sex meme I think you'll all enjoy. I'd like to tag Blissfully Wed, Ms. Inconspicuous and Sweat Shop Sissy - and I apologize if any tagees have already filled this out!

This is Isabella’s Sex Meme. Anyone is welcome to steal it but you must post this rules blurb at the beginning of the meme:
1. You must include this link to Sex Talk - Sex Advice for Men.
2. You must answer every question! If you don’t have a good answer, you are strongly encouraged to make up something good; we like to be entertained.
3. You must tag 3 people.

1. Sex in the morning or sex at night? My morning and night are rather subjective but I think what you really want to know is: do I prefer sex right when I wake up or sex right before I hit the hay? Given the ultimatum, I'd definitely take the romantic, slow morning sex that picks up pace until you're ready to kick the day's ass - though I don't get it often enough. :(

2. Better sex music - Sade or Marvin Gaye? I don't listen to either nor can I recall Sade's style; and I don't do the sex music thing often enough to have a favorite anyway.

3. Naughty pics or naughty home videos? I prefer pictures; they're easy to take and remaster at will and share with the masses! Though I have a few candid videos that came out pertty good and I'm planning to make lots more soon.

4. Fabulous sex with: Dr Doug Ross or Dr Greg House? Dr. House hands down - regardless of the fact that I have no idea who Doug Ross is. =X (Edit: Ok, of course I remember George Clooney's character on ER; it's just been so long since I've followed that program that I didn't remember his name. But nonetheless, my answer doesn't change; not much of a Clooney fan.)

5. Vibrator or dildo? Vibrating dildo, of course. I don't find much pleasure just stretching myself out without a bit of good, good, good, good vibrations.

6. Bedroom sex: lights off or lights on? I'm jealous of ASM and Hubman's candles and dimmer! For lack of a better solution on my budget I prefer the lights on; the visual is just as good as the tactile.

7. Word preference: pussy or cunt? Even after watching The Vagina Monologues I still prefer pussy (and cock or dick). Cunt, I think, is a European thing; it kind of makes me cringe.

8. Spanking over the knee or spanking only during sex? I don't think my relationship with J has the dynamics for over-the-knee spanking but I'm perfectly satisfied with our in-sex spank wars. ;) Hehe!

9. More exciting: sex in an elevator or sex in an aeroplane? Elevator! What if it starts moving? Unlike an airplane bathroom, an elevator's doors aren't guaranteed to stayed shut. . .unless we're talking airplane seat sex. Ooh!

10. Ron Jeremy or Peter North? Ron Jeremy - in a platonic way - because he seems like such an awesome guy. I wouldn't mind a little of his tongue action either. ;)

11. Word preference: cock or dick? Cock by the hair on its teeth. Ok, maybe that's a bad time to use that metaphor. . . Hah.

12. Linda Lovelace or Jenna Jameson? Both! At the same time! Oh yes. . . :)

13. Rope bondage or bondage tape? Rope; J prefers it and I don't fancy the sting of tape removal.

14. Give rim job or receive anal sex? I've always been anti both but I'm starting to think I'm ready for 'em; I'll keep you posted as to my preference when I've got more experience under my belt. ;)

15. Get rich stripping in a skanky bar or get rich as a call girl for celebs? I think the skanks would pay me more. My body type isn't exactly appreciated in the celebrity world and I'm a bit of a voyeur anyhow.

16. Which threesome - boy/girl/girl or boy/boy/girl? Either works for me. Why can't there be 4 or 5 people?

17. Flavoured oil or tingling oil? Flavored; it's like chocolate sauce but 10 times the price! My skin is too sensitive for the tingling and warming varieties, sadly.

18. Pearl necklace or swallow? Swallowing is cleaner but I'm happy to receive pearl necklaces and anklets and nipple rings at request. Hehe.

19. Sex while strangers watch or sex with a stranger? I've never had sex with a stranger, per se, but having strangers and friends watch us puts me on cloud nine!

20. Tied to the bed or to a St Andrew’s cross? Tying J to the bed. . . ;)

My missing roommate has turned up. . .

SHE IS HOME.

Thanks for all your concern. I'm gonna go spend some time with her now.

/ser infiel.

MY ROOMMATE IS MISSING. PLEASE HELP!!!

MY ROOMMATE IS MISSING. PLEASE HELP. THIS IS NOT A JOKE.

You all still get your nudie/porn pic only because I know it'll draw more attention to this issue.

The gorgeous and sweet I that I mention in my blog has now been missing for 7 days. We have reason to believe she has been kidnapped and is in or around Sacramento, California.

Please send me an e-mail if you live in Northern California. I'll respond back promptly with more information about the situation and, if you seem honest and trustworthy, a contact number to keep in touch with me and share updates.

In the meantime, please keep her in your thoughts, prayers and whatever-elses. Please do not spam me with e-mails or phone calls; this is a serious and dire matter and there will be legal recourse if anyone in any way prevents me from finding my friend.

/ser infiel.

HNT #5 - J's first appearance!

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Wednesday Weirdness #19

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TMI Tuesday #150

What's with this girl? She goes from posting several times a day to flashing once a week!

Life has been exceptionally odd recently. I promise to get back into the swing of blogging soon (within the month) because I miss this coterie, this support group. Until then I want to thank everyone for the sweet and sassy comments on the last few HNTs; you all put a smile on my face and a moistness in my panties! Hehe.

I can't forget to send a very special shout out to J. He knows about the blog, the infidelity and he still loves me. Told you he's a keeper. ;) More on that soon!

And now for a little Too Much Information. . .

1. When was the last time someone hit on you? What went down? I'm on summer vacation from university right now so I've been doing an unwonted amount of partying. It seems that every time I'm in the presence of someone who's drunk, high or both, they either want to suck my toes or have me suck them off. Needless to say nothing goes down - except maybe their self-esteem!

2. If you were single and could be with any one person, who would it be (thinking singer/actor or someone famous here, but whatever)? I won't pretend I know any celebrity well enough to be able to say I'd like to be with them but there are a few I'd like to date - for example Angelenia Jolie, Christina Ricci, Johnny Depp and Marshall Mathers - and not for any of the reasons you'd probably guess. ;)

3. Have you ever had done anything sexual in your office or your place of employment? A lab I used to work at had a very sexy nursery room (for cells, not babies!): complete darkness with a groovy ultraviolet aura, cramped spaces and science, Meredith, science! But I never got around to making use of it. . . :(

4. Do you apologize when you make a mistake? How do you react when someone calls you out? If it's the kind of mistake that begs apology then yes; otherwise I'll just correct myself. When someone rudely call out a mistake I've made I get frustrated - even if I'm wrong - but I'll usually just say "Thanks" or "No, I'm right; look it up." Besides. . .I'm always right! =P

5. Top or bottom? Bottom all the way. But I can be a switch if J begs hard enough. I love to be begged. . . ;)

Bonus. How old were you when you first had a willing sexual experience? With myself, 3 or 4. With another person, 8. What - didn't everybody start out so young? Hah.

For more awesome science tats, check out the photo gallery at Tattoo Blog! Is this some sort of hint for this week's HNT? Maybe. . . ;)

/ser infiel.

HNT #4 - turning over a new leaf

*PARA DIVERTIDO, BUSQUE EL FOTO 2. . .*

This week's HNT is brought to you by the letter J. Last year he took me on a wonderful mini-vacation; an 8-hour drive brought us Cradle of Filth live and a weekend alone with our hormones in one of my favorite travel destinations. Not quite the savvy traveler, I packed a bunch of random clothes. . .which ultimately inspired a soft-core fetish photo shoot. Enjoy!

That weekend brought about a lot of change in my life and I'm going through another period of change as we speak. I'm momentarily a transcendental eyeball; unable to represent my thoughts in a medium such as this. I promise I'll make it up to you all if you'll just bear with me in the meantime. ;)

Care to make this interesting? If you can guess the city within a 100-mile radius, I'll let you choose next week's HNT theme. (Disclaimer: A certain blog couple is disqualified from the competition for having an unfair upper hand. Hehe.)

For more half-nekkidness and to learn all about HNT, visit Osbasso ! :) For more fishnet fun, check out Finders Keepers HNT.

And a personal thank you to all of you who enjoyed last week's Olympic HNT! Your sweet and sassy comments put a smile on my face and moisture in my panties. Hehe.

/ser infiel.

HNT #3 - Olympic paddling

*CLICK IT OR TICKET!*

This is the infamous M paddling me a few weeks ago; L took the pictures and they were meant for J's pleasure but unsurprisingly he didn't enjoy them.

Check out Biscuit's Olympic HNT for more paddle-filled fun. ;)

In an extremely odd series of unfortunate events I am without a digital camera for the time being. UFOs and viruses and inexplicable disappearances/reappearances were involved - no joke! Thus, given the constraints of what would've been a very fun themed HNT, this is the best I could come up with. Hah.


I must apologize for my unexplained absence these past few days. You see, I confessed some of my on-the-side naughtiness to J and was devoting my time to him. A fully detailed blog is in the works but if you want a taste of what to look forward to, I'll tell you this: there was less tears, more sex, and more sexual partners involved than I could have predicted. :) Stay tuned and thanks for reading thus far!

/ser infiel.

HNT #2 - phone sex edition

This is a picture H snapped for me during the phone sex incident I blogged about. As you can tell he's a great size - 8" long and the width of the mouth of a sports drink bottle, in his words - and he's got an excellent mushroom tip. Very suckable/fuckable. ;)

I know this doesn't exactly qualify for my HNT but the idea is I would've been in the picture had we not lived in different states. Hehe.

For good measure I must apologize to one reader for the mislead about this week's HNT. ;) On the same note, let me whisper in your ear that. . .this is very similar to M's but thinner and with a more well-defined tip. M also shaves meticulously.


To be honest - and this could be just the guilt talking - I like J's more. I don't know that he could ever fill me the way M (or H. . .perhaps) could but he's a good 7" himself with a curve that hits my G-spot and sends me soaring into the clouds in 5 seconds flat. And he's so loving with a beautiful spirit. . .

Which sends my mind spinning with scenes from our 7-year friendship that hint at why the hell I would cheat on my favorite partner yet. I think I'll devote a whole post to that sometime in the near future. Poking, prodding, nagging and whining usually expidite my blogging. ;) Hehe.

Anyway, happy HNT!

/ser infiel.

Wednesday Weirdness #16

1. Is there anything hanging from your vehicle's rear view mirror? Sometimes a handicap placard (it's a long and convoluted story) but usually nothing as far as I know; I mostly let my mom use my car because. . .I don't drive! :gasp: Hehe.

2. When you go into the bathroom, do you ever check behind the shower curtain? You know, to make sure no one is miraculously hiding back there. Yes! I always keep mine open for just that reason! J has clear shower doors, though, which is my only exception.

3. At what age did your mom or dad give you "the talk" about sex? I was surfing the 'net one day in junior high when my mom suddenly and "randomly" says to me, "You know, when two people love each other - or sometimes if they're just horny and lustful - they hug and kiss each other in a certain way." I went to the most ghetto elementary school in the city; I already knew how these things worked. But I was never very comfortable with my mother; I just sat silent, nodding and gulping with a dry throat. Hah!

4. If you could add anything at all to an airplane to make trips more interesting, what would it be and why? I don't fly very often so the flight alone is usually exciting enough. :) I love eavesdropping on whisperers or conversations in another language and taking pictures of the clouds and the people.

5. What is one thing you and your significant other can never seem to agree on? The openness of our relationship is an obvious one. Aside from that we don't disagree on much at all. :)

6. Have you ever walked in on someone else having sex? How did you and the people involved react? Once in high school I was at my best friend F's house with the aforementioned R; they were dating at the time. After wasting as much time as I could watching boring daytime TV, I finally emerged from the bedroom only to witness the most hardcore guy-on-guy scene going on in the living room. My eyes widened and I kind of giggled and ran away but they didn't seem to notice. =P And one time I was giving head to my ex G and we were walked in on by his best friend right when he came. We somehow covered it up but needless to say it wasn't the most satisfying orgasm of his life.

7. Everyone hears discussions that they consider boring. What is one topic that can put you to sleep quicker than any other? Sports. I play sports; I don't watch sports. And I don't want to hear about who won this game or who was on a roll this season - much less the details of any particular match!

Why don't you join me in the Wednesday Weirdness fun? Just click and play every Wednesday! :)

/ser infiel.

It's like sex but it isn't. . .is it?

(TMI is below! =D)

My roommate and one of the many men who follows her like a cop follows a person of color in an electronics store didn't leave until almost midnight. I was horny. My loins had been moist since watching the soft-core girl-on-girl stripper scene on last night's CSI. (Is it just me or was it anticlimactic and rather depressing that the sports dude's "huge, disgusting, scandalous secret" was that he liked to cross-dress?) Anyway.

My vibrator was in my bedroom and I swear that just then, just briefly it sung to me like a nefarious siren.

"Come and get me - and come!"

I bolted from the couch, greedily snatched up Ribs and settled back in.

"Why don't you invite someone else to play so we can have some real fun?"

I wanted phone sex. Ribs wanted phone sex. I didn't want phone sex with my boyfriend. So I scrolled through my contacts until I found R, the boy I let J fool around with when we're apart - though he's only taken me up on the offer once and I went along for the ride. No answer; darn! I mulled over some other options and finally called H. No answer; damn! I texted both of them and then called each in turn once more. No answer from R; probably asleep.

"Hhh-hullo?" came the deep, sensuous voice of H in half-slumber just as I was about to give up and go for a solo.

I perked up. "Hey. I've got a vibrator on my pussy but I want you to help me come. Tell me your fantasies about me." It was the first time either of us had admitted our unspoken mutual attraction.

"Girl, you are bad. You are naughty! What would your boyfriend say if I told him about this conversation?"

"But you won't," I moaned, pressing Ribs's tip onto my hard clit.

"You sound so sexy. Oops - how did my hand get there? I can't wait until I have a break from work. I would fly over and pound that pussy right now if I could." When he said that, part of me worried this phone session would spill into a real-life infidelity but I was too horny to back out. At least for now, I've put a stop to my affair with M and am trying to stay as faithful as possible. Heh.

"So what are you thinking about?"

"Throwing you on the couch. Kissing you real soft - on your navel and thighs, shoulders and arms. Tickling you with my beard as I massage your whole body."

"Mm," I moaned, inserting Ribs.

"I wanna bend you over the table. Tie you down so you can't get away."

"Ooh, I like it rough."

"Oh do you? I'm stuffing your pussy full of me, very slowly and gently. If you ask me to go faster I'll pull your hair."

"No, please dont make love to me. I want you to fuck me!"

"I oughta yank the hair right off your head. . . I'll just take my dick away from you and get the feather instead. Let's see how much gentle you can handle." I giggle a little, imagining the feather on the nadir of my back, and moan softly. "Pretty good. But can you take the cat-o'-nine-tails?"

"Ooh, harder." I place Ribs back on my clit and turn up the speeds a couple of RPMs.

"Alright - but you had better not scream. Even when I whip your nipples." At this point I'd had 2 or 3 of those half-orgasm teases and I was ready for the real thing. I love phone sex because in general I can't control myself long enough to ease my way into a tantalizingly teasing explosion. On the phone, I force myself to wait until something really tickles my pickle before I'll co-sign for the release. "Hm. I know I locked the door but it almost feels like somebody's watching us. Do you feel it too?"

"Uh-huh. . ."

"I don't mind. Do you mind?"

"Nuh-uh. . ." As usual, my eyes were in the back of my skull and my head was racing with marvelously painted images.

"I think it's time to take you to the shower, you dirty girl. Let me start the water and get you all wet. Your body looks so hot glistening with dripping water. I just have to fuck you right here."

"Hard. And deep. And fast - as fast as you can. And if I scream, maybe our unexpected visitor can stick his cock in my mouth to shut me up?"

"You do like it rough! I can't wait to see you, girl. I wanna taste your pussy while you come."

Turning the conversation away from reality and onto my goal, I taunted, "I want you to bust in me."

"You'll let me pound you however I want, you take it rough and you'll let me bust a nut whenever I want?"

"As. . .long. . .as. . .I. . .come. . .too," I finally moaned, unable to hold back any longer. Something about the thought of someone's cum dripping between my legs really gets me going - and I can only have condomless sex with a "random" partner in my fantasies - but to hear that I'm exactly this guy's fantasy in so many ways sent me over the edge.

We talked for a bit longer until I bid him sweet, wet dreams and fell asleep wearing only a grin on my face.

Who knows - I might post a picture of his manhood for this week's HNT. Check back to find out what I decide. ;)

/ser infiel.

TMI Tuesday #147 - "Out" Magazine edition

I've got some real-life stories to tell but first. . .how about a little TMI? ;)

1. What is your favorite song to have sex to? I'm quite the kinky bitch but I'm still in my 20s; sometimes there's music in the background and sometimes there isn't, but it's not something I've ever planned out. High on ecstasy last month, my boyfriend and I had a foursome with our friends A and P. Let's just say ecstasy, techno music and dripping cum make for quite the threesome!

2. What is your vision of hell? Honestly, quite Dante's Inferno-esque and I don't know why. My friends and I have a longstanding joke about who's going to which circle of hell and how they'll have to make new basement levels for cheating SOBs like us. Haha!

3. In the film made of your life, who will play you? Drew Barrymore. I've been told I have her smile, we share the same body type and one of her characters has my name - my real name. ;) Guess all you like; I'll give nothing away. :)

4. What is the one thing you most urgently need to tell your mom? Hm. I went with L today to get tested after noticing some possible symptoms of gonorrhea. :( I told her I just went to refill the medication I take every day for depression (generic Prozac). I couldn't bring myself to tell her I was getting STD checked; although I'm a worrywart who errs on the safe side, I can't have her even suspecting I'm a cheater.

5. What will be carved onto your tombstone? "[Name] Loves You."

Bonus. What is your drag name (which would be, first name: the name of your first pet; last name: the name of the street you grew up on)? Romeo Croft. Me-ow! Though when I do drag I use a completely nonsensical alias. ;)

/ser infiel.

Wednesday Weirdness #15 - the ex files. Plus Half-Nekkid Thursday - my best ASSet. . . On Friday!

I know it's Friday but I've been busy for a few days so I'm just now getting my first Wednesday Weirdness and HNT up; I haven't gotten in the groove of any Friday memes yet. To make it up to any devoted readers I may have accumulated over the past week, stay tuned until the very end for a sexy excerpt from my busy week! ;)

1. When your relationships end, are you the instigator of the breakup or the recipient? In a weird way, both. I have this odd habit where, in order to mitigate the blame on my part, I drive my significant others nuts until they break up with me. =P

2. Do you save things from your ex, or get rid of them? If you save them, how? If you trash them, how? I don't save things on purpose but I don't like to throw quasi-valuable things away. From memories and pictures to clothes and gifts, I either still have them somewhere or I've given them to someone else. I'm pretty good at detaching items from bad memories if the item's good enough. ;)

3. Describe your favorite ex? I suppose my first boyfriend was probably my favorite. He was annoyingly religious at the time we dated but he was sweet to me and very thoughtful; we're friends to this day. Plus he had a prime dick for oral sex; it was just so suckable!

4. Do you consider a friend's ex off limits? It's never come to that in my life so I'm not sure. It definitely depends on the situation; it's not one of those things I can just say yes or no to.

5. Have you ever had sex with an ex? Why? Not after the breakup, no. I guess I've never had a clean enough breakup for that. Years after the flame went out with my aforementioned first, C, we almost had a moment but got interrupted - oh well!

6. If you had a choice between spending the rest of your life with your worst ex-boyfriend/ex-girlfriend or your high school nemesis, who would you choose? Definitely my "nemesis" because I've never had one! I know that's cheating but I'm sure if you let me think hard enough I'll remember someone with whom I shared a mutual hatred in high school. . . I just don't want to spend another second with that asshole G!

7. Would you ever create a YouTube video or a website celebrating your exes' flaws? I've been through some bad shit with some worse people and I have plenty of ammo for blackmail - pictures, videos, messenger conversations, call logs. . . But I would never do that to anyone; I'm not that kind of person.

Thanks again to ASM for this week's WW questions! And for reading my humble blog and sharing it with Hubman. :) As a small token of my appreciation, I found an image that reminded me both of ASM and her WW questions; enjoy!


And now for my first HNT per the request of Hubman - my apple bottom in the dirty bathroom mirror at L and M's house. I can't promise I'll post something half-nekkid every week but I'd definitely like to participate once in a while. :)


Especially since it's my first HNT, I'd love to hear your feedback!

And now for the moment I presume you've all been waiting for. . .

Early Wednesday morning, my roommate I and myself came in to some amaretto and orange-flavored ice and decided to head to the beach with our tasty treats. We found a nice spot to lay our stuff, stripped to our birthday suits in front of 15-20 late-night seamen, and made a mad dash for the shore. The water and wind were cold which made our skin prickly and turned our nipples into glass cutters.

Realizing how pleasurable the waves felt the last time I was at the beach, I'd taken my new vibrator, Ribs, with me in the water. I turned him on and he began to turn me on as the cold waves crashed roughly on my pelvis. After several orgasms of my own, I asked if I wanted to take a go.

"I can't. I'd want to stick it all the way in my pussy and it's not mine," she stuttered even though she's given me the opportunity to borrow her toys in the past.

"The ocean will wash it off and I know you're clean. Go ahead."

She stuck Ribs all the way in what I happen to know to be a thoroughly fucked but very tight pussy and, stepping closer to me, showed me how far he went. Using the darkness as an excuse for not being able to see, I reached between her thighs to feel the depth instead. She giggled. As we looked at each other, something in her eyes told me to press onward so I did. I thrust Ribs in and out of her wetness as she grabbed me tighter, scratching a little. Before I knew it the moment was over - but later that night she gave me a big, wet kiss for a bit of closure. :)

/ser infiel.

TMI Tuesday #146 - romance edition

We have the amazing, hilarious, and sexy Another Suburban Mom to thank for this week's TMI - again, for the 5th week in a row. You go, girl! ;)

1. What is your definition of romantic? Even in just one's own personal dictionary, romanticism is a word of endless definitions, like "love" or "sex." Right now, romantic to me means being spontaneously thoughtful of another's needs and desires. When she complained about getting lost a lot in nameless-street New England, ASM's Hubman researched GPS systems and ultimately surprised her with a Tom-Tom. Yesterday evening, when I hinted that I hadn't yet helped myself to a daily dose of orgasmic pleasure, M sent some of his finest men - his tongue, teeth, and lips - to solve my problem. And later, J called me just to say he loves me, was thinking about me, and hopes I have sweet dreams while he dreams of me. That's all romantic. :)

2. Would you consider yourself to be romantic? I think I used to be more romantic back when I was still very thoughtful and selflessly giving, before I was worn down by years of "real" life. But I think I can still turn the romanticism on pretty well. Lately I've had all tasers set to "off" though, I must admit; it's my birthday month and I've been a little selfish instead! =X

3. Is your significant other romantic? In his own way, he can be on occasion. With the exception of the content of this blog, I tell J everything and I consider it very romantic when he tells me his version of everything - especially when it's a happy, unexpected truth like "I love the way your tongue swirls on my tip" or "You look so beautiful in that dress." :)

4. Have you ever chastised a SO for not being romantic enough or too romantic? J's been a little clingy lately, which I've scolded him on, but I don't think he's ever been at either extreme. I'd say the same for all my previous significant (and insignificant) others. I've never really been swept off my feet or treated like a princess; I'm very down-to-earth and don't like accepting gifts at the giver's expense, but I do fantasize about it sometimes! =X

5. What do you consider a grand romantic gesture? Have you ever been the recipient or giver of one? I suppose when I think "grand" I think large-scale, elaborate, and premeditated - in the not-a-serial-killer kind of way. I used to do a lot of dopey things to impress boys but nothing in particular comes to mind at the moment. A kid who used to "love" me back in junior high school once changed every class to match my schedule. Hah!

6. If you have done something romantic to get laid, did it work? If not, why and how did that affect your romantic tendencies in the past? Nothing too planned or special but I get frumpy when I get no sex in a hotel room I paid for or after a long night of partying that I got all dolled up and drunk for. =P

7. What is the most romantic thing you have ever done? Had done for you? When my friends know how broke I am and choose to pay for dinner after I've paid for them so many times in the past, my heart melts in a platonic sort of way. :)

I'm sorry if these answers were a bit dry and boring; it's been another insomnia-riddled night for me and I'm finally on the verge of sleep again! I look forward to reading your TMI when I wake up!

/ser infiel.

PS: This is hard work.I'm constantly revising my posts and comments so that my diction, syntax, and formatting aren't "me." And in my excitement over getting this blog up and running, I've almost linked J here twice! Ah!

With a little help from my friends. . .

What do I do when my love is away?

(Does it worry you to be alone?)
How do I feel by the end of the day?
(Are you sad because you're on your own?)
No, I get by with a little help from my friends
Mm, I get high with a little help from my friends
Yeah, I'm gonna to try with a little help from my friends
A little help from my friends

I couldn't sleep a wink last night so I headed to L and M's place at the crack of dawn, when I know they'd be waking up for work. Insomnia comes knocking fairly often for me and when it does I usually end up knocking on their door at such an ungodly hour. Today, we only had time to grab a quick fast food breakfast before my roommate, I, called to invite me to the beach with "an old friend of mine." "My friend" turned out to just be some stoner with a warped memory but he smoked us out with some nice stuff and even brought an extra boogie board for me. :)

The high took over my mind as my body crashed into waist-deep waves that I coasted happily on without a care. I could hear the ocean with electronic intensity; it was as if someone turned the ocean volume up and made everything else sound distant and tinny. The clouds, at that moment, were the most beautiful objects - not to be beheld, but rather to be cherished, memorized. I became aware that the feeling of the waves rushing over my body was extremely pleasurable when I caught myself moaning in cadence with the tide. There was no one around me for several yards in any direction as I almost uncontrollably smiled, laughed, and moaned in the sea.

I knew it was time to get out when I almost lost my glasses to a twice-me-sized wave. The last time I was at the beach we all went skinny dipping in the middle of the night and I, of course, left my glasses on our towel. It's easy to forget how blind I am when I have 20/20 vision every waking hour, but that beach slapped me in the face and made sure I'd never forget; I wandered around to every towel on the dusky beach shouting for my boyfriend over the loud drone of waves, tits and ass flopping hither and fro. I couldn't see anything, of course, but I know I gave a few people quite the show. :p

I plopped down on my boogie board near our bags, took some pictures, and marveled at the scenery. I couldn't see I or her friend, but I knew where they were because that's where everyone was staring. She's 5'7" without heels with perky D-cup breasts and a curvy, tan body with smooth skin and a great smile. Plus she was wearing her brand new white, brown, and gold bikini. Somewhere between this train of thought and being fucking faded, I nearly pulled out my new vibrator to masturbate in front of all the families and lifeguards and police!



We smoked another bowl and a round of cigars and then headed home; I went straight to L and M's apartment because I have visitors this week and let's just say they're not 420 friendly. I took a shower to wash off the salt and sand while they got ready for a dip in the pool. I brought my toy in the tub with me and gave everyone in the neighborhood - mostly L, M, and their friend who was over - a vocal show.

I positioned the wall-mounted showerhead so it would hit my pussy most directly but also spray on my chest and face. I laid down, one leg on the wall, one perched on the side of the tub, and turned Ribs on for the first time. I started off slowly, on the lowest setting, rubbing my outer lips. Then the inside lips. Then the clitoris and hood. I pressed my toy's bumps and ridges deep into my skin and screamed my first orgasm.

M came in a few times to "check on me" while L prepared dinner. I was sucking the juices off of the dildo when he thrust the shower curtain to the side in an exaggerated hello. Embarrassed, I leapt to my feet and giggled. He cupped a breast, massaged it, then pinched the nipple in a way that drives me nuts.

"I'm horrible," I muttered with the dildo still inches from my mouth.

"Why?"

"Because I want to kiss you."

His eyes glistened and he stood still for a moment. I just stared at him, curious. Then he grabbed my face and kissed me with plump lips. He pulled his face away but kept his hand on my chin and smiled, eyeing me quickly from head to toe before slipping away back to the kitchen.

After several more satisfying orgasms with Ribs, I finally emerged with a childish grin. We were all ready to go to the pool - except M, aroused from yesterday's romp and undoubtedly planning round 2. L said she wasn't in the mood but that he could fuck me if we both agreed, but I could tell she wasn't completely comfortable with what she was saying so I acquiesced. Still, he took my hand and walked me to the bed. He placed me between his knees as he dropped his trunks and reclined onto a pillow and I couldn't help myself but to suck him off. Taking in a cock that big and hearing him moan from the strokes of my tongue made my worked-out pussy quiver in delight.

After only about a minute, L emerged looking disheartened, so I stepped out of the room and let them have their way with each other as I surfed the web; their friend had left somewhere between my second and tenth showergasm. Then we had fun at the pool - two underwater hand jobs and an interesting experimental run-in with the jacuzzi jet - and came back to pass out.

Two good days in a row! I can't stop fantasizing about all the other people I'd like to fuck as if I was single. I don't know when the realization of infidelity will hit me, but when it does I'll be back to update. And probably before then with more sexy tales. :x

/ser infiel.

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Ser infiel: "to be unfaithful."

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