You just gotta love finals week, huh... I just keep thinking about the 1 month of holiday I'll have once it's all over.
1 final exam down, 3 to go...
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
Missing Him
Since He's been gone, we've been sending each other text messages back and forth. I like knowing that he is thinking about me while he is away, but at the same time I want to know that he's enjoying his well-earned vacation, since it really takes him a while to save up the time. Hopefully the next time he has enough, we can use it together since I never run out of vacation time (one of the perks of being a student, I suppose).
It's funny that because he is my usual distraction, and now he's half the world away during my final exam weeks, and he's still my distraction even now. I have a hard time concentrating without forcing myself to. I keep wondering about what he's doing and if he misses me as much as I miss him. I hope he does.
During one of my study breaks today, I came for him. A soft, gentle orgasm... more a release from the stress of non-stop studying and the pain of not having him around. It was good to rediscover my own body, to find again the buttons that work and the things I think about that just easily throw me over the edge, into sweet bliss. Sweet surrender.
It's funny that because he is my usual distraction, and now he's half the world away during my final exam weeks, and he's still my distraction even now. I have a hard time concentrating without forcing myself to. I keep wondering about what he's doing and if he misses me as much as I miss him. I hope he does.
During one of my study breaks today, I came for him. A soft, gentle orgasm... more a release from the stress of non-stop studying and the pain of not having him around. It was good to rediscover my own body, to find again the buttons that work and the things I think about that just easily throw me over the edge, into sweet bliss. Sweet surrender.
Sunday, December 2, 2007
2 Weeks
He left today for a while, went on vacation with one of his friends. In a selfish way I wish he didn't go; I need him next to me, I need him around me, someone to talk to. I already started to miss him the night before he left... He was the last thing on my mind last night, and the first thing on my mind this morning.
He pleasured me before he left, I screamed his name when I orgasmed... not wanting to let go of him, not even for the small space of 2 weeks. I bit into my pillow so we wouldn't wake anyone else in the house. He told me it was his small parting gift, but his mind was somewhere else even then. I wanted nothing more than to give him what he wanted - me. To take him inside me and show him exactly what he means to me.
I'm missing him terribly, his voice, his touch, his smell. The weight of his body next to mine as we sleep. Last night I built up a 'body' of pillows next to me, just to make it seem like I had someone there with me, for my comfort, my feeling of security. I hope he has an amazing time there, I know how much he's been looking forward to it... but I will still long for the date he comes back to me.
He pleasured me before he left, I screamed his name when I orgasmed... not wanting to let go of him, not even for the small space of 2 weeks. I bit into my pillow so we wouldn't wake anyone else in the house. He told me it was his small parting gift, but his mind was somewhere else even then. I wanted nothing more than to give him what he wanted - me. To take him inside me and show him exactly what he means to me.
I'm missing him terribly, his voice, his touch, his smell. The weight of his body next to mine as we sleep. Last night I built up a 'body' of pillows next to me, just to make it seem like I had someone there with me, for my comfort, my feeling of security. I hope he has an amazing time there, I know how much he's been looking forward to it... but I will still long for the date he comes back to me.
Friday, November 30, 2007
What I like
I like being yours, being your submissive. I like when you hold me, protect me, love me and pleasure me. I like being with you, and making you happy. You're the person I want to be with, the person who I want to give my body to, give my heart to.
It's yours, all you have to do is ask. Make me yours...
It's yours, all you have to do is ask. Make me yours...
Our date
He called me during my lunch break two days ago, as soon as I heard his ring the butterflies in my heart started to flutter around again. I answered, knowing that we were going to be together later. A dinner date, not unusual for us, especially after a long day of work and school. We arranged our time, our place and then he made one request he's never made before... that I not wear any panties.
It's a small restaurant, still a little early for the dinner rush. We've been there plenty times before, it's become one of our favourite places, right between his job and school for me. As we walk in, the waitress recognizes us and we sit in our normal booth, we slide into the seat together, and I cross my legs as his hand takes it's place on my knee. I smile at him, and watch as he unfolds the menu, we both look it over, trying to decide what we want. After ordering our drinks, we spoke until our food came... discussing all the aspects of our days, our plans for the weekend.
He asked me to kiss him, just gently, softly. I love the feeling of his lips on mine, the warmth passing through him to me, his hand cradling my head, his fingers tracing the base of my head. He tells me he loves knowing that I'm not wearing any panties for him, that I trust him like I do. His hand running along the insides of my thighs, uncrossing them as he fumbles with the string on my sweatpants. My legs open automatically at his touch and I can feel the wetness building between my legs, my lips beginning to get hot anticipating his fingers.
Our waitress brings the food we ordered, completely oblivious to the fact that under our table, he is touching me, his strong finger separating my lips, and I moan, longing for his touch. I pull his face closer to mine, kissing his lips before moving to his cheek, whispering in his ear how much I want to feel him inside me.
He pulls his hand away from my throbbing pussy, and he tells me to wait. Tells me that I need to long for him, and that I need to wait until he takes me home. That now we should enjoy our dinner. I already miss his touch, my sweatpants wet beneath my lips... wet for him. We eat our dinner, and he keeps his hand on my crossed legs, we talk, and I relish the feeling of his heavy hand on my leg. I belong to him, and I always will.
It's a small restaurant, still a little early for the dinner rush. We've been there plenty times before, it's become one of our favourite places, right between his job and school for me. As we walk in, the waitress recognizes us and we sit in our normal booth, we slide into the seat together, and I cross my legs as his hand takes it's place on my knee. I smile at him, and watch as he unfolds the menu, we both look it over, trying to decide what we want. After ordering our drinks, we spoke until our food came... discussing all the aspects of our days, our plans for the weekend.
He asked me to kiss him, just gently, softly. I love the feeling of his lips on mine, the warmth passing through him to me, his hand cradling my head, his fingers tracing the base of my head. He tells me he loves knowing that I'm not wearing any panties for him, that I trust him like I do. His hand running along the insides of my thighs, uncrossing them as he fumbles with the string on my sweatpants. My legs open automatically at his touch and I can feel the wetness building between my legs, my lips beginning to get hot anticipating his fingers.
Our waitress brings the food we ordered, completely oblivious to the fact that under our table, he is touching me, his strong finger separating my lips, and I moan, longing for his touch. I pull his face closer to mine, kissing his lips before moving to his cheek, whispering in his ear how much I want to feel him inside me.
He pulls his hand away from my throbbing pussy, and he tells me to wait. Tells me that I need to long for him, and that I need to wait until he takes me home. That now we should enjoy our dinner. I already miss his touch, my sweatpants wet beneath my lips... wet for him. We eat our dinner, and he keeps his hand on my crossed legs, we talk, and I relish the feeling of his heavy hand on my leg. I belong to him, and I always will.
Thursday, November 29, 2007
How All Dreams Should Play Out
I woke up this morning wanting him next to me more than anything, to feel his long body pressed against mine, holding me close to him. Especially after the dream I had, I would have loved nothing more than being able to wake up, noticing the moisture quickly building between my legs and wake him up in the most sexy, erotic way he could imagine...
I went to sleep last night exhausted, still being able to think about being with him, which I suppose lead on to having such an amazing nighttime story playing out in my head...
He takes my hands in his, leading me into the bathroom, and I smile as I hear the water running from down the hall, the air in the room steamy from the hot water coming from the faucet. He backs me against the marble counter top, the combination of the cold stone against my cheeks sending goosebumps up and down my body. He comes even closer, positioning his warm body between my legs, and i can feel the noticeable bulge under his boxer-shorts as he kisses my neck, his tongue leaving a hot trail along my skin.
His hands slide from my shoulders down to my chest, his fingers gently working around my breasts, my nipples standing to attention as his mouth quickly covers one, then another. I wrap my legs around his body as he pulls me up onto the counter. I use my toes to slide his boxer shorts down, his quickly growing shaft finally free. Taking it in my hand, I continue to kiss him passionately as my fingertips trace around his head. Not giving him my full hand until I feel him start to thrust into my palm, begging me to take all of him.
I slide off the counter, kneeling in front of him, my hands quickly but softly working over his whole length. My tongue dancing across his head and along the underside of his hard shaft. Teasing him with my mouth, making him want it more than ever so that by the time I take him into my mouth he feels as though he might just burst right then. I continue to suck him, my tongue going up and down him as he holds the back of my head, lightly guiding my lips onto his length. I hear the bath filling and he lifts me up, leading me over to the bath, we quickly step in, our bodies not wanting to be apart. Leaning me back against the end of the tub, my legs opening wide for him as he slides himself into me.
He continues to push himself deep inside me, his hard dick filling every inch of my tight, wet pussy, my lips throbbing with pleasure, my juices allowing him to slide himself all the way in. The water cushioning our bodies, my nipples hard from the colder air hitting my chest. My head leans back, and I moan, his lips kissing all along my neck, turning me on even more. He continues to thrust inside me, and I can feel him growing even more, hitting every inch of me. He feels my muscles tightening and his hand moves quickly to my clit, his fingers dancing around it, massaging it quickly, flicking it back and forth in his hands until my legs squeeze around him, my orgasm washing over me. The waves of pleasure continue to rack my body my muscles contracting and releasing around him throws him over the edge and I finally feel him empty his load deep inside me with one last thrust, his body relaxing down onto mine... the warm water encircling us as we kiss again, our tongues massaging each others, his hands running up and down my hips and I splash water onto his back before grabbing the loofah, soaping him up gently, lovingly...
And what a dream it was...
I went to sleep last night exhausted, still being able to think about being with him, which I suppose lead on to having such an amazing nighttime story playing out in my head...
He takes my hands in his, leading me into the bathroom, and I smile as I hear the water running from down the hall, the air in the room steamy from the hot water coming from the faucet. He backs me against the marble counter top, the combination of the cold stone against my cheeks sending goosebumps up and down my body. He comes even closer, positioning his warm body between my legs, and i can feel the noticeable bulge under his boxer-shorts as he kisses my neck, his tongue leaving a hot trail along my skin.
His hands slide from my shoulders down to my chest, his fingers gently working around my breasts, my nipples standing to attention as his mouth quickly covers one, then another. I wrap my legs around his body as he pulls me up onto the counter. I use my toes to slide his boxer shorts down, his quickly growing shaft finally free. Taking it in my hand, I continue to kiss him passionately as my fingertips trace around his head. Not giving him my full hand until I feel him start to thrust into my palm, begging me to take all of him.
I slide off the counter, kneeling in front of him, my hands quickly but softly working over his whole length. My tongue dancing across his head and along the underside of his hard shaft. Teasing him with my mouth, making him want it more than ever so that by the time I take him into my mouth he feels as though he might just burst right then. I continue to suck him, my tongue going up and down him as he holds the back of my head, lightly guiding my lips onto his length. I hear the bath filling and he lifts me up, leading me over to the bath, we quickly step in, our bodies not wanting to be apart. Leaning me back against the end of the tub, my legs opening wide for him as he slides himself into me.
He continues to push himself deep inside me, his hard dick filling every inch of my tight, wet pussy, my lips throbbing with pleasure, my juices allowing him to slide himself all the way in. The water cushioning our bodies, my nipples hard from the colder air hitting my chest. My head leans back, and I moan, his lips kissing all along my neck, turning me on even more. He continues to thrust inside me, and I can feel him growing even more, hitting every inch of me. He feels my muscles tightening and his hand moves quickly to my clit, his fingers dancing around it, massaging it quickly, flicking it back and forth in his hands until my legs squeeze around him, my orgasm washing over me. The waves of pleasure continue to rack my body my muscles contracting and releasing around him throws him over the edge and I finally feel him empty his load deep inside me with one last thrust, his body relaxing down onto mine... the warm water encircling us as we kiss again, our tongues massaging each others, his hands running up and down my hips and I splash water onto his back before grabbing the loofah, soaping him up gently, lovingly...
And what a dream it was...
It's Debatable
I think for my first post, I'll talk about something that's been on my mind lately. Something he and I have discussed a couple times, and something I've been trying to weigh out the pro's and con's of.. just because I love testing theories.
So, what do you think? Slow, sexy sex or hot, passionate, tearing each other's clothes off sex?
I'm really up in the air about this one... And I wanted to know what everyone else thinks. I know it really has a lot to do with my mood at the time. Sometimes, as a woman, you want to be taken slowly... kissed, licked, gently touched and caressed... his gentle hands tracing every inch of your body, taking his time to touch and kiss every part of you.
And then other times you want your man to come in the room, pin you against the bed and strip your clothes off as he lifts you up and slides you down onto his raging hard-on. Feeling him fill every inch of me as my wet lips wrap around him, pulling him deeper into my depths, urging me to empty his load deep into me.
And after that... I'll open it up to you all, what do you think?
So, what do you think? Slow, sexy sex or hot, passionate, tearing each other's clothes off sex?
I'm really up in the air about this one... And I wanted to know what everyone else thinks. I know it really has a lot to do with my mood at the time. Sometimes, as a woman, you want to be taken slowly... kissed, licked, gently touched and caressed... his gentle hands tracing every inch of your body, taking his time to touch and kiss every part of you.
And then other times you want your man to come in the room, pin you against the bed and strip your clothes off as he lifts you up and slides you down onto his raging hard-on. Feeling him fill every inch of me as my wet lips wrap around him, pulling him deeper into my depths, urging me to empty his load deep into me.
And after that... I'll open it up to you all, what do you think?
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