The way she walked...

I've been out in the field this week, wearing jeans. Today I saw a beautiful woman walking downtown, wearing a tight short skirt, sheer black stockings and black boots.

I was appreciative -- she was very sexy and knew it. She walked with a sensual confidence. I could tell from the way she moved she would be good in bed. She would give a good blowjob, unlike some I mention in today's post on the Fellatrix.

And I was envious. I saw the men looking at her, saw the desire shining in their eyes. Me, I was in jeans, ballcap and leather jacket; no makeup. They just ignored me, looked right through me, which is the idea...but.

Maybe next week I can dress up again.

Cocks I have known and loved on

If I were to make a "spread" sheet on the penises in my life, it might go something like this.

Average is nice. I'm not just saying that. Most women like average, but every penis is different. My favorite cocks have been average and thick, with big heads. I can accommodate them without discomfort or pain, fucking whenever we wish, even in those times when I'm not quite lubricated enough at the start. The thickness fills me up...it's an amazing feeling, difficult to describe. It's as if every nerve ending is being made love to. And the head, oh!, the head. When it's a nice, thick helmet of skin attached to that cock, the initial entrance is always an epiphany.

A few have been thick and curved upward. I'm a woman who can have a vaginal orgasm, and these curved cocks really get me going, whether you believe in the G-spot or not. In some positions, though, they can be uncomfortable, such as riding him backwards, but maybe that's just me. Bill Clinton was said to be curved...that famous "distinguishing characteristic, we read about...but I have no personal knowledge.

I've had less experience with uncircumsized. My first was with a very well-hung guy who took me during a wild episode at a frat party. It shocked and scared me to see it, this thick, dark cylinder of flesh hanging over me. Then, when he pulled out, it had a cockhead, all covered with come and pussy juice. By the next two, I wasn't so naive, and there's something exotic and exciting about them, because they're unusual for me. The head and glans are very sensitive. The foreskin kind of fun to play with.

Size...well. Every woman is different. I have accused of being a size queen, just because a big cock can be very arousing aesthetically. But I will also confess my experience is limited. I don't think I've ever had bigger than 8 inches, which I can handle all the way, barely. I had one guy with a thin long dick -- a skinny guy, though I tend to like big men -- and it was uncomfortable. I could feel him against my cervix and it was not fun. I sucked off one very thick, long man, and couldn't imagine getting it inside me. But every woman is different.

A new lover's pants are like the best Christmas present you ever got. You unwrap it wondering, what will this surprise be? And it's always wonderful, for me at least. And of course the cock ultimately doesn't matter unless it's attached to a lover worth having. For me, that means skill, brains, chemistry, edge and -- except in my submissive episode (read about it here, here and here) -- kindness.

I did have a girlfriend who hooked up with a man who was three inches fully erect. She broke up with him. "I thought it wasn't the size of the ship but the motion of the ocean?" I said. "Yeah," she agreed, "but nobody goes to sea in a rowboat." Ouch!

The alarm cock woke me this morning

I woke up with my lover spooning me. What woke me was his hard cock pressing against my butt. He gently caressed my arm and shoulder, the length of my leg, my belly. I sighed happily as he buried his face in my hair and nibbled and licked my neck.

He spent a lot of time with my breasts and nipples. Cupping by breasts and lightly touching, then pinching my nipples. After awhile, his hand made its way down from my belly button to the top of my pubic hair, a light touch on my warm skin. When he slid a finger between my legs I was already wet. But for a long time, ohmygod a long time, he just spooned me and fingered my pussy.

Only when I was whimpering did he lay me flat on my back and hover over me, his hard cock visible between my legs but tantalizingly out of the reach of my grasping hands. "You've got to fuck me!" I commanded, now fully awake. As always, the big head of his cock made me gasp as it pressed its way through my vulva and inside me.

He fucked me slowly, savoring every inch in an out. I wrapped my legs around him and kissed him passionately. Gradually he ramped up the rhythm, lifting himself up on his arms and really putting power behind his thrusts. By then, I was giving the neighbors something to talk about...again.

It was no grand tour of positions, no hours of fucking or salacious orgy. It was just that rarest and most precious of moments, a morning fuck from two people still crazy about skin-on-skin with each other.

Happy Valentine's Day.

Blowjobs for the rich and famous

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What's that running down my legs?

I've always loved the elemental things about sex: smells, tastes, bodily fluids. I'm reminded of this again now that I am getting sex regularly. I went to work today with my lover's semen dripping into my panties. A few minutes ago I felt a big glob fall out of my pussy and almost shuddered from the arousal.

It's a way of carrying around the experience and reliving it.

Things got interesting back in college when, on summer days, I would go without panties if I was feeling especially horny. More than once I noticed semen running down the inside of my leg. So did others. I smiled like the demure girl I am. Yes, I've put my finger "down there" to come back with a taste of our mingled juices.

I had a lover who took great pleasure in smelling me on his mustache hours after he had given me a good tongue-lashing. In the shower, he would tell me how he hated to wash me off of him. He would make an extravagant show of sniffing my panties after he stripped them off me. He loved to lick my asshole. Loved it.

I've carried around thick sticky cummy tastes in my mouth and that special feeling of sperm in my stomach, even sperm of more than one man. Every man smells and tastes special, and leaves a special "finish" in my mouth.

Ah, coming back home to an unmade bed and falling into it, smelling the sex in the sheets long after my lover has left. I have commandeered one of his dress shirts. I put it over my naked body and lie in those storied sheets, moaning at the ceiling, waiting for next time.

How could you let him put his thing in your mouth??

A part of me still believes that blowjobs are naughty, just like I was taught by mom. And that's a turn-on. Read my latest post at The Fellatrix.

That cute supermom was a coed hooker

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I know what you want...

you men, especially. You want the edge that comes with my sex life when I'm being wild. You could care less about the predictable fucking I'm getting right now. Never fear...I'll be back with more edge soon.

The great blowjob challenge

Would you go a week without masturbating so I could get a full load of your come in my mouth? Find out what happened at my latest post on The Fellatrix.

A new lover with all the right moves

It's been years since I picked up a guy in a bar to take home and fuck. It's risky and, to tell the honest truth, I hate the feel of a condom. So I tend to vet my lovers over time, looking for men with an upper-middle class background, limited number of lovers, well-educated, smart and funny -- and they like women. Unlike most women, I can also perform extensive background checks on them. Hey, all's fair...

So it's been with Chris, a man I met at a dinner party hosted by my pal Mary Beth. I wasn't looking for a new relationship, after my fling with Mike blew up my last one. I was looking for a new lover. Chris and I went for drinks, then we went to a gallery opening. I was instantly attracted, and that only grew. He is handsome in a broad-shouldered, 1940s male moviestar way, rather than in the emaciated, androgenous post-modern pattern.

We went to see a bad movie on Friday night, and both of us knew this would be "the night." So when he invited me back to his place, I went willingly. It was a highrise condo with a spectacular view of the city. He played Coleman Hawkins on the stereo. The lights were low, and the wine subtle and knowing. He took his time on the sofa, kissing me lightly, then pulling me into his arms for fuller, deeper tongue-wrestling. My God, it felt good to be held.

In his bedroom, we went through all the courses for the first round of orgasms. He gently undressed me while I unbottoned his shirt and ran my hands across his broad chest. Then he laid me back and gave me a sublime tongue-lashing, just the way I like to get it, slow, attentive to every part of my pussy, licking my perineum, probing deep inside me with his tongue, circles on my clit growing more urgent and powerful. I had one orgasm quickly, followed my a very powerful second one.

I was already wrung out, my legs just limply draped over his shoulders. He stood and finished undressing. Against the ambient light of the city coming in the large windows, I could see his cock hovering over me. I reached down and stroked it, felt the soft skin and rock hardness. The big head made me gasp as he entered me. He eased slowly into me, then started giving me a proper fucking in the missionary style. My feet started burning. I raised my legs and took him deeper, moaning and screaming for more.

He had an angelic smile as he fucked me. My kind of man. Some men fuck you with expressions like they're lifting large heaps of junk out of their pickup trucks, or with blank macho masks. Not Chris. I could tell he liked me.

I rolled him over and got on top, sliding down his body, lightly rubbing my nipples against his chest. He pulled me up and licked and sucked them, getting me explosively hot all over again. Then I moved down and felt that exquisite cockhead push inside me again. Now it was my show, as I rode him with increasing abandon. When I came this time I had my arms around his neck and was afraid I would wrench his head off, it was that powerful. He moaned loudly and I felt his dick pulse inside me....it went on an on. Then we lay still, the enchanted metropolitan light flowing across us.

We fucked three times that night and five over the next two days. It was a good weekend.