Why I'm a missionary for this position

When I fuck, I am an incurable leg-wrapper. Don't get me wrong, I love other positions. I love being taken from behind while I scream and clench the sheets -- it's not an act (I am convinced this is every man's favorite position). Fuck me with my legs up over your shoulders, or, if we really trust each other, pin me with my legs hooked on the inside your elbows...now there is a "being taken" position. I love riding my lover. With a big cock, it gives me more control about how much I take. And with every man, it lets me get really hot rubbing my clit against him. Oh......

But I digress. Something about making love face-to-face is incredibly appealing. I like the feel of my man on top of me, his weight on me, all that masculinity right there. I can caress his chest, hold his arms and shoulders, reach down and grab his ass, and, if we fit together right, reach around and stroke his balls. His facial expressions are a turn-on. Sometimes he raises up on his arms so he can take me in, look at me while he fucks me. I can raise my head and look down, seeing his cock disappear inside me. Ohmygod that gets me going, seeing it go in and out.

I'm a woman who fucks back. I don't just lie there like a rag-doll or bored, repressed Junior League wife (hi, mom). I thrust my pelvis up to meet his stroke -- what an amazing thing when we get that rhythm going. I have a killer ap with my pelvis, where I rotate it while a man fucks me; this has caused some very experienced, very I-have-amazing-staying-power studs to lose it after just a few minutes. This move, however, requires me to spread my legs, bend my knees and plant my feet on the bed (visualize that, dear readers).

Eventually, though, I want to be very close. I love to raise my knees and let him fuck me as I rub my legs along his flanks, butt and back. Often I will just let my feet nest against his butt as we go at it, but I need to be close. And I raise and wrap my legs, pulling him in deep. I'm a long-legged thang and still supple from my cheerleader days and the current physical demands of my job. So even with the big guys I prefer I can usually wrap and touch my ankles. For men who are so into my legs already, this is a huge turn on...they ask for it. When they come, I can hold them so close.

Every position gives a different feeling, because his cock hits a different part or depth of my pussy. I'm not sure if other women are as into leg-wrapping as I am. I'll have to ask...but feel free to weigh in ladies, or gents about what you like.

Stand up and salute that sailor

Here's a great story about a Navy officer who was moonlighting as a high-paid call girl. Talk about support the troops. As with my pal Mary Beth, it shows you never know what that respectable woman you think you know is really up to.

My high school fellatio class

It's my regular Wednesday post on my sister site, The Fellatrices. Today I confess all about how I kept my virginity in high school...technically. Hope mom isn't reading.

Fuck me the way you fuck her

Well, Chris and I were back in the sack over the weekend. I know he's fucking Heather, too, although he won't admit it. He's very sheepish. I'm too old for this shit. Just tell me the truth and we can figure out what to do next. I'll fuck whom I choose, and he (sheepishly) isn't asking.

At one point I got him very overheated with a blowjob. Very, very slow licking of Linda's lollypop, up and down the shaft, around the glans, varying the intensity. Then making an "O" with my thumb and forefinger and very lightly stroking the shaft up and down as I sucked on the head. But I was being very careful. I didn't want him to come. I wanted him to want to come so badly!

"I know you're still fucking Heather," I cooed, in between taking his penis in my mouth.

"No..." he groaned. "Let's not talk about..."

With my other hand, I stroked his balls. "You're a very bad boy, Chris."

"Please...oh..." But there would be no relief, yet. I had a lifetime of cocksucking teases in my bag of tricks. I moved my head up and down, my lips barely touching his cock. He was shuddering.

"I want you to fuck me in her favorite position," I said, giving his shaft and head an especially intense sucking. I was afraid I had almost taken him too far. I backed off. He was in an agony of delayed pleasure.

"You're a perv, Linda."

"Yes" Lick, lick.

"I can't..."

Suck, stroke. "You'd better. And in that little bitch's favorite position." Lick. "The one that makes her lose control."

He rose up and grabbed my shoulders, passionately kissing me. "You want to be fucked, huh?" His eyes were mad with lust. He laid me back on the bed and started licking me, tongue-fucking me. Now I was the one losing control. He's a good one, knows how to play me. After several minutes of this and a baby orgasm, I felt the big head of his cock push into my pussy. He started fucking me hard but I pushed against his abs, holding him at a distance.

"You'd better show me, you bad boy."

He gave me a devil smile and took my legs in his arms, raising them. Soon he had my ankles up on his strong shoulders and his cock was really deep. I was talking dirty and moaning and already starting to feel my feet getting hot. He pulled almost all the way out, rotated his hips so I could just get the feeling of his cockhead inside me -- an amazing sensation, as his movement oscillated -- then he would slam into me. Over and over this way. Now I was the one begging for relief. Thinking of young, long-legged blond Heather getting it only made me more aroused.

Then he just started fucking me like a madman, my legs still up straight, my feet by my ears, his cock in and out of me, filling me again and again, sooooo deep in there, the whole power of his body fucking me. We both came together, both of us screaming, them whimpering as we collapsed into a heap.

He was a gentleman: He didn't scream her name when he came in me. This morning, I still feel the most delightful stretch in my legs.

Let's play dress-up

I'm enjoying the votes on the poll to your right. As a girl who has been known to dress provocatively, I'll give you my two cents.

I can still get into my high-school cheerleader outfit, which has pleased more than one lover who enjoys role-playing and dressup. I've put on a little weight over the past 17 years, but not too much. My doctor tells me, probably a little too often, how young and taut my skin is.

As a leggy babe, I trend toward skirts, including short ones. I have a couple of little black dresses in my closet for evening wear. When professional days allow it, I wear classy, well-tailored skirts at or above the knee. And I have some killer miniskirts for out on the town. My legs are long (I'm 5'8") and shapely, not skinny, not fat...men like them.

Men who only look at boobs don't much care for me (my sister Amber got the big breasts in the family, and no matter how she tries to dress, men stare...she is a pretty girl). But in the summertime I like to put on a T-shirt or top with straps and go braless. My breasts are pert and firm, and when I'm braless I definitely get the looks.

I dress for men, and it doesn't diminish me in the least. I expect men to dress for women, too. Drives me nuts to see a couple out and the woman is well dressed and the guy is some bubba in a baseball cap. I am eternally drawn to a man in a stylish suit -- the men's suit is one of the great and sexy design achievements. Nowdaays the rebels wear suits, since "casual" is the new comformity.

Dress-up is a great element of good sex play. I have my cheerleader skirt and sweater. Also a parochial school outfit I bought to please a lover -- oh, my. In college, I frequently wore a miniskirt -- maybe just a simple khaki affair -- and no panties. That got me in wonderful trouble more than once. And lots of men get off in me wearing a woman's suit. I've been known to wear a longer dress with nothing underneath, or with a garter and stockings. Makes for easy public or semi-public couplings. And there's something so sexy about getting out of bed in the morning and putting on my man's dress shirt.

One good lick deserves another: The joys of grrl luv

I'm 80 to 85 percent straight, as readers of this blog well know. But there's a little bi part of me, too. Some of my best pussy licking has come from women, and I love to give a girl a tongue-lashing. Read about my experiences on the latest post at my, mmmmm, sister site, the Fellatrices.

The tasty world of high school 'relief sessions'

I've caused way too much trouble already, so I'm going to tell you a wonderfully cock-hardening/panty dampening tale from my friend Cheryl.

She dated guys in high school, but some fun came from her "gal pals." As she told me, "Guys are kind of stupid at that age and while I loved their muscles, the way they smelled and even their dopey guy stuff, I really was kind of afraid of their roughness and wasn't one to put out. I liked making out and letting them play with my boobs and I would toss a hand-job their way on occasion, but I never fucked them.

"I learned to rely on myself for easing the tension, if you will. I should say myself and two other girls I had known for years. For the most part the three of us hung out together all of the time. Sometimes it would just be the three of us on a Friday night, or it would be the three of us and a bunch of other girls, but it would always be the three of us...

"As you can imagine, familiarity either breeds contempt or a special closeness. We were close...So close that we shared everything. At one point that began to included what we called "relief therapy". If one of us had been on a date or did some "heavy petting" with a boy and needed a little relief but didn't want to do it ourselves, we could rely on each other.

"It usually was quite simple and consisted of either two of us or all three of us meeting at one of our houses. The relief sessions would begin by the person in need (funny...at the beginning of the session there was only one in need...by the end almost always all three of us got some relief) lying down and covering her eyes. Then you would feel someone removing your clothes and then, most generally, hands playing.

"Playing with your hair, your boobs, your stomach, feet, knees and finally playing with your pussy. And, we got quite good at jilling each other off. I still mastubate on occasion thinking of relief sessions. When we were freshman in college we all came home (we went to different schools) at Thanksgiving and agreed on a relief session. I got to go first and was quite surprised not only to have a kiss laid upon my lips (we never, ever kissed like that) but to actually being licked down there....oh my god.

"I had a very pleasant orgasm. And when I sat up I was like 'I, I, I...can't...,' and they both started giggling. 'Nice, huh?' Ummm...I would say so....

"Our last relief session together was probably in 1985-86. Two of us still stay in contact and live millions and millions of miles apart in both distance and in the direction of our lives. But, we still love each other. We met a few years back for our 20th reunion. We never mentioned our sessions, but about a week later I got an email from her and she said that she had wanted to talk about them, but just lost her nevve. She has not once done anything with another woman and really missed that special touch. We agreed to have a 'session' one day when we could get time to meet somewhere. Hasn't happened yet. It may never. But I like thinking about it.

"I will always enjoy the touch and feel of a woman and will never go long without the sweetness of a kiss or the absolute joy only one woman can give to another. Men? Can't do with out them. Women? Can't have an incredible, stupendous, outstanding, un-describable, intense, orgasm without them. Oh, sure, I have had good sex with men. But never had head like that from a woman."

And all I have to add is: I think I am going to swoon!

Doors open to dark slutty passages

The return of Heather into Chris' life and our unsuccessful bid to lure her into our bed naturally destabilized things. On Wednesday night, Chris called me to say he was working late and might be over later. My radar went up, of course. And when he got to my place around eleven, I smelled pussy on his face when he kissed me. And it wasn't my pussy. Maybe he had suddenly turned dumb and stupid, thinking I wouldn't notice. Maybe, as we find in my business, he had a secret wish to get caught.

Get caught he did. He tearfully confessed that he had gone over to Heather's condo. She had called him hysterically, threatening suicide if he didn't talk to her in person. That's what he said. And one thing led to another, pretty soon they were in bed. He had her pussy scent on him, nicely pungent, the pussy of this 24-year-old blonde with her perfect hair. Fourteen years younger than me, the worthless little bitch. Whatever. Later the whole thing might arouse me and I would want all the gory details, but at that moment I turned jealous psycho bitch and kicked him out. The wheels of sexual fate were turning, whether I realized it not. I kept smelling Heather...

Things didn't get better Friday when my sister Amber came into the city to have lunch with me. Amber is, let's say, the anti-Linda. Even though she is younger than me, she is as sexually conservative as a woman from the 1950s, a total suburban soccer mom. She used the lunch to lecture me on the need to "get married and settle down and quit being 'that' kind of woman.' " I was pissed, to say the least. She doesn't know a goddamned thing about me. But she judges me every time she looks at me because I don't have three kids, a boring husband and a look-alike house on a cul-de-sac.

I decided to stay home alone Friday night. I was watching Netflix and drinking my second martini when the doorbell rang. I thought it might be a contrite Chris, but it was my brother-in-law. Justin has made no secret of his lust for me and I have repeatedly rebuffed him. He's the kind of lout that absolutely doesn't attract me. But there he stood, this big, tall lug, obviously tipsy, walking past me into my loft.

He noticed the martini glass in my hand. "We never had that drink you promised me," he said. I told him I never made that promise and it was time for him to leave.

"That's not going to happen," he said angrily. "I'm tired of the way you **** girls have treated me for years," he said, using my last name and the maiden name of his wife, my sister Amber. "You know how fucking long it's been since I've had sex? Amber won't even suck my cock. And you...," he faced me menacingly, "you're a little fuck slut. I know how good it will be with you." He stepped into my private space and put his hands heavily on my shoulders.

Now let me interrupt here to say I could easily have taken Justin down, gently or hard, and he never would have known what hit him. But this spooky sense of (perhaps self-destructive) revenge came over me and I didn't do it. I put down my drink and just said, "fuck you, you white trash loser," and I slapped his face hard enough to leave a red spot on his cheek.

It had the desired effect.

"You little bitch!" he screamed, grabbing my arms and pushing me against the wall. "You've always thought you were too good for me. Well, guess again Susie fuckslut!" He kissed me with all that can be described as brutal lust. It was primal and, I have to say, for that moment at least, arousing. His breath smelled of cigarettes and his strong tongue pushed past my teeth and into my mouth. I could already feel his hard cock against my belly -- he's that tall.

I felt my blouse being torn off. He didn't wait for anything as time-consuming as a button. I slapped and fought ineffectually against him, and then I felt his real strength as he dragged me by the arm into the living room and knocked my feet out from under me. I went down with a slam onto the hardwood floor and just as quickly my jeans and panties were being pulled down. I never stopped "struggling," which added to my dark arousal. He undid his pants in one quick movement and his cock was bobbing before me.

I'd seen it before, and it's probably the biggest in my experience. About nine inches and thick. Unlike some big cocks, it's very hard all the way...so there it was bobbing in front of my eyes as he pulled my knees apart and leaned into me. I felt the head of his cock on my pussy lips. "Susie wants it," he panted. He could feel that I was trenching wet. I said no.

He shoved in with one motion and I cried out, for real this time. He reached down and grabbed my wrists, pinning them above my head. Hs breath was hot and foul against me. The floor was cold and hard. I really felt like I was being pulled apart down there. Even with the lubrication, my poor little pussy walls were being stretched way beyond what they were used to. Then he was in to the hilt. I couldn't believe it. He started fucking me hard. I raised my legs so he wouldn't hurt so much banging against my cervix and pretty soon my magic pussy had expanded to accommodate him.

"You're a tight little cunt," he huffed as he plunged in and out. I turned my head away, but my body kept responding. I could feel a massive orgasm building in me as I used my legs and heels to pull him deep into me with each downstroke. There was no artistry here, no lovemaking here. Just animal fucking. He re-adjusted, raising himself on his arms and letting my hands go free. I grabbed his ass and fucked him back as our rhythm quickened into madness.

Intellectually, I hated to give him the satisfaction, but intellectualism had long since gone out the door. I surrendered to a long orgasm, screaming, clawing at his back. "Ohhhhh,shit,"he yelled, and I could feel his huge dick pulsing inside me. Just like the bastard I knew he was, he pulled out immediately -- seeing his penis again, I was amazed I had gotten that monster inside me; it was now covered with semen and pussy juice, wet, snowy liquid, the thick veins on the shaft standing out. He stood, pulled up his pants and walked away, sitting down and drinking the remains of my martini. He lit up a Marlboro.

So there I lay, wide open and dripping semen on my floor, my clothes ripped off, some dark river crossed. He just stared. In a while I went in the bathroom, cleaned up and tried not to look at myself in the mirror. Cum was running out of my pussy and down my legs, come that had been in my sister, too. He was still there when I came out and gathered my clothes.

"Don't get dressed, Susie, we're just beginning. You're gonna suck me off and swallow every drop. Goddamned, girl, you fuck like a snake. Are you really related to that frigid bitch I married?" He said it and turned from me to open the beer he had pulled from the refrigerator. At that moment, I rabbit punched him in the kidney and used my foot behind his kneecap to drop him to the floor. He fell hard and yelped. Then I brought both hands against his ears, just hard enough to addle him -- I know just the right amount to avoid serious damage.

I said, "Get the fuck out." He looked at me, frightened, and left. He didn't have the guts to call me a bitch until he was safely through the door. I made myself another drink, lit one of the cigarettes he left behind, and felt fine.

How many cocks did I suck that night?

Now that we know each other well, dear reader, I can confess some dark secrets. There was the first time I went to a so-called lifestyle club. It was my senior year in college, I was just as much of a sweet young thing as you can imagine...

Frank took me to a party in the Hamptons. It was off-season, and once we got there I was by far the youngest in a party of five couples. The booze and pot flowed freely. I had hardly eaten that day and it took no time for the martini and marijuana to go to my head. Then the clothes started coming off. In no time, of course, a penis was in front of my face.

Read my delicious adventure on my sister site, the Fellatrices.

Penises I have known

They come in all shapes and sizes, and in my way, after my fashion, I have loved them all. A reader sent me a photo of a recent conquest. He had a penis that curved down. That I had never experienced before. I have had a couple that curved upward -- I think that was Bill Clinton's "distinguishing characteristic" during Monicagate -- and they really can make me feel my G-spot. But downward...I haven't done that. She didn't like him.

It got me thinking.

Some cocks I have known:

B had a thick, long cock with a distinct head. He kind of bulged out in the middle. We had quite a time working it into my pussy the first time. He said he was eight inches long. Talk about being filled up! And I remember licking the skin on his cockhead, how it was very rough and almost scaly looking, but of course so soft to the touch.

M, another big boy. His shaft stood straight with a slight curve when I had him on his back. He had a big, prominent vein in the shaft and I could feel it pulse as he got excited -- loved that feeling in my mouth or hand. A big cummer, too. His head was very prominent and the "eye" of his cock was bigger than I had seen before. Absolutely loved to fuck me from behind, and loved to "take" me and stuff as much of that cock into my little asshole as possible.

J was average but thick and with an even bigger head. I could feel so filled up. He really knew how to fuck, too, and made the most commonplace position special. He'd rotate his hips as he fucked me on top. Divine! He got almost purple-red with arousal. Very very prominent head...made the licking and sucking interesting. And I could always feel that head when he first entered...felt like a virgin again, every time.

G, a redhead, had a nice average cock sticking out of this thatch of red pubic hair. His cock was pale and pink, and the head got very red as I sucked it and played with it. His semen was thick and stringy -- once had a string about eight inches long coming out of my pussy once he dismounted.

T's cock was big like a missile. His head was barely distinguishable from the shaft. And the shaft, which was so smooth, got slightly bigger as it went down. Made for a very full feeling inside of me. I could never even try to get it all inside me.

D was very black...Wesley Snipes black...and stereotypes fit. He was gigantic, and uncircumsized. He hurt me when he fucked me and didn't care. His skin was mottled black and pink on his cock. He made me come and I resented it, because he was so goddamned arrogant.

MR's was uncircumsized, too...fascinating to play with the foreskin, reveal his nice head hiding in there. His glans were very sensitive. I could feel a different kind of friction as he fucked me. Very edgy and arousing.

L was small, maybe 4 inches, and the reddest cock I ever saw. I could only come riding him because it was hard to get that filled-up feeling. But I could take him all the way inside my mouth...

And there are so many more.