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Slippery When Wet

This weekend I had a guest. We will call her Sarah. Sarah is the one that helped me discover my bicuriousity, as well as helped me experiment. We had not done anything in a while, as every time we made plans something would come up to prevent us from getting together.

This weekend was definitely worth the lack of sleep if you know what I mean. On the night in question, she came over. We went to dinner, then the mall, then made a quick stop at the local sex toy store. That is where I got my plug.

We got back to my place, and we had two hours by ourselves. We took turns taking a shower (solo, just in case someone got home early).When we were done, she instructed me to get on my bed. I did as told, and we began caressing each other’s breasts, squeezing and pinching at nipples. We like it rough.

She then let her hand travel downwards and began to search out my clit. She found it with ease. I gasped, feeling her hand rubbing my wet pussy and clit. I did the same for her. She stuck her finger in my now dripping wet pussy.

“Mmmm, you are so wet. I like that. Now get out a toy and let me fuck you with it. I happily obeyed, grabbing my favorite glass cock. It slid in with ease. She fucked me in two positions, one while I am on my back, another while I am on my hands and knees in the doggy style position.

While she fucked me when I was on my back, legs spread wide apart, I put my bullet to my clit. Within minutes I was cumming.

Twitterpated

So there is this guy I went to high school with. He is a year older than me I think, possibly two. We will call him Brent. Anyways, I have been seeing Brent all semester, all throughout the campus; though I never thought he recognized me, so I didn’t really pay any attention or make any moves to say hi.

Well, every time that I saw Brent (up until about two weeks ago) I was with Forbidden Fruit. The one day I was not with Forbidden Fruit, Brent stopped me in the hallway in the way to the library and started chatting with me. Apparently he did recognize me, but just forgot my name. I told him again and reconfirmed his name (I love remembering people’s names and making them feel bad by doing so when they don’t remember mine. Not in a malicious sense, just teasingly).

We talked for a good five minutes, but then went on our ways. We pass each other at least once a day, though most of the time he seems like he is in a hurry, but he always gets a very large grin and waves enthusiastically when we pass. When he has time, we stop and chat for a few. The typical “How are you, how is your day going?, etc.” type small talk, sometimes going deeper into discussion when time permits.

Now, today started off kind of crappy. First of all, I had a horrible weekend with little sleep. Secondly, work was hell with asshole customers and stuck up coworkers. Thirdly, Forbidden Fruit called me in the middle of the night Sunday (after I had fallen asleep) and starts going off about stuff I don’t even remember, I just know the basics of the story and he made me feel very insecure, jealous, and inadequate. Typical him.

Anyways, I woke feeling kind of sad inside, not quite there in the head. Ha, I felt like the lights were on but no one was home. So I walk out and forget my cell phone. I turn back, drop everything in the living room and hurry in my room to grab my phone so I can go catch my ride. I step outside the apartment when I thought I had everything. Turns out I forgot my purse. Yeah, kinda need that, so I rang the doorbell for my mom, and she handed me my purse. I think to myself, “Its going to be one of those days, isn’t it?”

So, I get to school, and as my friend I ride with and I are getting ready to sit down in the cafeteria when I feel a tap on my shoulder. I jump, turn around, and it is Brent with a huge grin and waving. I grin back, and the next thing I know he was hugging me.

It was one of those half casual hugs, half awkward hugs, the kind of hugs that test waters (at least that is how I perceived it). The best thing about this hug? It gave me that feeling you get when hugging someone you think you may like, or when in a new relationship. The kind that sends your stomach doing flip flops, yet leaving you with a giddy euphoricness all day. I have not felt that way in a long time. It felt cool, and I have been smiling all day.

So, we are standing there talking, and I invite him to sit down with us, but he says he is in a hurry but just wanted to say hi and see how I was. We chatted for a few, while my friend looked at my phone. When my friend handed back my phone, Brent saw it and asked to see it. I handed it over, praying for him not to press the “up” button.(Yes, I know, I did learn from that one time, but my boss stays far from my phone and it is funny to see my friend’s faces when they see a picture of my newest toy.) He didn’t press it, thank God, but he did see my lovely background picture of Shane West from “A Walk to Remember,” my all time favorite movie.

He asked who it was, a kind of teasing/hinting tone. “Oh, Shane West. He’s an actor,” was my reply. His response: “Oh, ok. I thought it was a boyfriend or something.” That is when I told him matter of factly that I was single and had no boyfriend (thinking to myself “unless you count BOB, Battery Operated Boyfriends”). He kind of smiled at that and said “Oh, ok.”

Seriously though, that guy (Shane West) is way too good looking to be someone from around here, let alone date me. I honestly believe he was checking, for possibly making a move in the future. The only thing that bugs me about that hug today was the fact that those kinds of hugs make me over think things…

Unfortunately, I only saw him once more, and that was in passing on the way to classes thirty minutes later, and as usual I saw him grin and wave.

So, what do you think readers? Think he likes me, is shy, and possibly may make a move later? Or is he just really super nice, smiley, and friendly. I just can’t seem to put things together without getting my hopes up or over thinking this. Think he was just making conversation by mentioning the whole boyfriend thing, or was he honestly curious and wanted to know for future reference?

Seduction

Last week Forbidden Fruit came over. On the way there, he mumbled something about wanting a hand job. As soon as he said that, I felt a familiar tingle between my legs. “Does that excite you?” he asked. “Yes,” was all I could manage to say.

When we got to my house, he made no acknowledgement to what he said earlier, so I asked him. “I thought you wanted a hand job..” I said, the irritation at the idea of being teased by him present in my voice. “I was kidding. You actually believed me?” he answered. “Well, yeah, of course I did. I know you want one. I could tell by the tone of your voice when you said it in the first place,” I answered, though the idea of not having his nice, hard, throbbing cock in my hands, in my control sent a wave of disappointment flow through me.

I then became determined to make him want that hand job he was supposedly joking about. “Have I showed you these?” I asked, pulling out my deck of nude male playing cards from my toy drawer. “No, where did you get these?” he asked with a hint of a smile on his face. “I got them a few years ago. My mom got them, and one day I found them, asked to play with them. She came out later and saw me playing solitaire with them. She seemed shock that the guys were nude. I think she forgot about them, so I kept them.

As I said this, I looked down and could see his hard on grow while he flipped through the cards, commenting on each one. He caught me peeking. “You want me to take it out?” he asked. “If you want,” I said, trying not to be too obvious.

He slowly started to unzip and I felt my pussy clench. Next he unbuttoned his jeans and in that second his cock was visible through his boxers. “Are you gonna finish what you started?” he asked. “Maybe. Are you serious this time? I thought you were joking about wanting a hand job.” I answered in a teasing tone. He started to “put it away” when I placed my hand on top of his hard cock and rhythmically started to rub up and down.

He moved my hand for just a second, so that he could pull off his jeans and boxers so that I had better access. On my knees, I started pumping the foreskin up and down the head, starting slow and working faster.

I kept looking at the time, because once again we were cutting it close. We had less than ten minutes to catch the bus to leave. I picked up my pace on pumping his hard, stiff cock, and within seconds he was cumming all over.

We made it to the bus just as it was pulling up.

Update

I have a bunch of half finished posts to write. I have tried to steer toward real life posts, things that have actually happened, but nothing too eventful. Most of the posts I am meaning to finish are some filler posts of erotica.

However, I am hesitant to posts these/finish them. This is mainly because I am afraid of seeming like I am repeating myself, or seeming boring. I am however, considering putting up some things I wrote back in high school, some erotic things. My writing has evolved so much, especially in the language I use.

As a mini update of things to come, I did get some girl/girl action the other night. Pictures will be included.

Toby caught me at work a couple weeks ago and asked me to resend a friend request because he can add me now. I did, and he accepted, though I never see him anymore, so I am pretty much over him.

I got my first anal toy, a small anal plug. I have not used it yet, but when I do, I will let you know how it worked. I also got some other new, more expensive toys. Toys such as the Mia, Gigi, and the Pure wand. So far the Pure wand is my favorite.

Tomorrow I will also have a post telling about my latest encounter with Forbidden Fruit, who seems to be less Forbidden.

SAD

During my whole twenty years of life I have learned to hate Valentine’s Day with a bloody passion. I have never had anyone to call my Valentine, and have been single for every one. That is, unless you count the dinner I had with my ex last year, when I thought he felt nothing more for me than being a friend. Four days after that dinner he kissed me, and two days later he was my boyfriend. We all know how that ended.

All I really want, is just some guy, that I am attracted to, whether it be personality or whatever else, ask me for my number. Then I want him to call me that night and ask me to hang out, go eat, do whatever. A date. The traditional kind where the guy picks up the girl, takes her on the date, then drops her off at the end of the night and gives her a kiss, either on the cheek, forehead, or even lips if the feelings were right.

I want our relationship to start out slow. I really kind of hate moving fast. I mean, hormones make me get a little caught up in the moment, so I don’t mind that we moved fast until later, when I start to feel bored. Every relationship I have been in we have moved way too fast.

I tell them that I want to move slow, to a certain extent. As things progress, I tell them not to let me near their nether regions, as I tend to lose control. They accept this for a few days, then they help me along, and I lose control of my hormones. Yeah, I know, he must not have respected me if he let that happen, but, its partially my fault too, as I need to have more will power.

Anna said to me once that I was lucky for being single. This pissed me off a little. I mean, its fun to do what I want, when I want, but it really gets lonely sometimes. I mean, I can’t just call my guy up and say “Hey, let me blow you,” because I am horny. No, I have to wait for my sexual opportunities to come to me. It kind of sucks.

I mean, I want a boyfriend in a way, so I can “get some” whenever I feel the need, I can practice my new ideas whenever they come to me, but I am also afraid to get one because I will feel tied down. I would feel like I wouldn’t be able to blog anymore, or at least not as explicit as I have been, and that I won’t get to mess around with Forbidden Fruit or Anna and Nathan.

So yeah, I hate Valentine’s Day, AKA Single’s Awareness Day. I always get lonely and depressed around this time. It’s a time where I need my friends the most. Yet I think I have learned to depend on them a little too much…

So, for your viewing pleasure, here's some pics. I hope you like. Yes, I know the panties are a little small, but they were the biggest size available at Victoria's Secret.

Cutting it Close

It took me forever to fall asleep. After I untangled my feet from Forbidden Fruit’s, I carefully got out of bed to go clean off my hand and use the restroom. When I got back in bed, my heart was still pounding. I couldn’t believe I actually got a “second chance” with Forbidden Fruit. For once he didn’t seem so forbidden anymore, though I figured that would change by morning.

I woke up at seven, when the alarm clock went off. I wanted espresso bad, since I had not slept very soundly that night. I tend to stay in one position all night when I have someone next to me, in fears of waking them up or disturbing them, so I was uncomfortable most of the night.

“It’s seven o’clock. If we hurry up and get up, we can go next door to the coffee shop and get coffee before Jenny gets here to pick us up for school,” I said softly. He just kind of moaned, and told me he didn’t feel like hurrying. I went out to see what my mom was up to. Apparently she was just leaving to go to work, a half an hour early even. She told me goodbye, reminded me to lock the door when I leave and left. It was just him and I for the next half hour until Jenny picked us up.

I went back in my room and commented that my mom left early. He sat up, and that’s when I noticed his cock sticking straight up and down out of his boxers. “Morning wood, or are you just horny again?” I asked teasingly. “A little of both,” he replied.

I sat next to him on the bed then, and rested my hand on his hard shaft, beginning rhythmic motions up and down again, moving his foreskin over the head, and back down to the shaft.

“Why don’t you get some lube,” he said.

“What kind? Just regular or the warming kind?” I asked.

“Doesn’t matter,” he answered.

“I’ll use the regular, because if I get the flavored/warming kind, I would be tempted to give you a blowjob instead,” I responded automatically.

He shifted himself when I got back on the bed so that I half sat, half lay between his legs. I squeezed a dime sized amount of lube into my hand and rubbed it around until it was slightly warm, then placed my hand over his waiting cock.

Up and down my hand moved, rhythmically. When my paced quickened, he placed his hand over mine and said that I didn’t have to jerk so fast. The foreskin gives extra sensation, also meaning that I didn’t need to keep my hand so low on the shaft, and that I should keep it towards the top. He explained that I was used to “cut guys” and not used to the foreskin. I began jerking him the way he showed me.

After a few minutes, I tried racking my brain for something creative to do for giving a handjob. I always preferred blowjobs over handjobs, just because there was more to do, especially with being able to use my tongue. That is when I remembered a technique for sexual massage on a video I owned.

I did as I remembered from the video, and made my hands seem like a continuous tunnel. I started from the bottom of the shaft, slowly moving my hand upwards. When there was enough room at the bottom of the shaft, I placed my free hand at the bottom, repeating as I did with the first hand.

He didn’t seem to complain, so I kept it up. Eventually, I switched back to the traditional method of sliding one hand up and down his cock. He then placed my free hand on his balls and told me to pay attention to them as well. I did as best as I could, for someone who is not a multi-tasker.

I knew we were getting pressed for time. Both of us were still in our pajamas, hair still crazy from just waking up. I kept looking at the clock, very distracted, worrying about when Jenny would call to say when she was on her way.

Just as if she read my mind, my phone rang. I told him to answer it, since my hands were covered in lube. He answered, and asked her how long it would take her to get to my place.

When he hung up, he told me we had 5-6 minutes. I asked if he could finish by then, and he replied with a maybe. He took over the cock rubbing after that, while I massaged his balls. In no time, he was cumming.

When he was done, I jumped up and grabbed a washcloth for him, washed my hands, threw on the closest clothes I could find. Just as we picked up brushes for our hair, Jenny called to say she was at my door.

Sleepover!

Last night, hanging out with Jenny and Forbidden Fruit, we all decided to have a sleepover. Still not sure on who’s house, mine or Jenny’s, it was a for sure thing. Yes, it was a school night, but we did not want to stop hanging out.

Forbidden Fruit called his mom, and told her what was going on. Everything was ok with her. I then called my mom, and told her that we all would be having a sleepover, still undecided on whose house. She said that was fine.

We ended up at my house, but at about 9ish, Jenny decided she didn’t want to sleepover because she wanted to go home. That left me and Forbidden Fruit until the morning when Jenny would come and pick us up for school.

We stayed up and watched Friends for a little bit and played wow. At about 10 we decided we were tired and should go to sleep. I asked my mom if I needed the door open and she answered with a strict yes. Damn, there went my plans…or so I thought.

Forbidden Fruit and I lay there talking. Just stuff about school, friends, life, etc. Around 11 or so, we kind of got quiet. Friends was still playing on the TV, and he was watching. I was just kind of half listening. I started to say something, but he told me to shush because my mom was coming. I didn’t hear at first, but when I finally did hear her, I pretended to be asleep. I don’t know why I faked being asleep, I just had a feeling it was the best thing to do. She told him she was going to bed.

So, here I was, with my door open, horny as hell. It didn’t help the fact that Forbidden Fruit was laying next to me. He started trying to scratch his back, but was failing miserably. I decided to help him out, and I began scratching for him.

As I scratched, he arched his back, making it possible to scratch everywhere else. I continued scratching for a minute or so, then slowly started to trail my finger nails up his arms, back down, and over his chest. He grabbed the headboard of my bed and arched again, quietly moaning.

I gave him a quiet shush as I continued to tease with my long fingernails. So many times I pictured him grabbing my headboard, like he was handcuffed there, and now it was finally coming true, minus the handcuffs.

Without warning, I stopped what I was doing. I took my hand away and just watched his face. He opened his eyes and looked at me. “Tease,” he mumbled quietly. “Now you know how I feel every time,” I replied back. At the same time I said this, I started trailing my fingernails back over his trembling body.

Slowly, I worked my way down his arms, over his chest, to pause at the elastic band of his boxers. He gave a small gasp as I wrapped my hand over his stiff cock.

I began running my finger along the tip, up and down the shaft, picturing my finger as my tongue, wishing it was, but knowing that would be crossing his lines, as well as being risky since the door to my room was open.

I slowly started to stroke his cock, feeling it in my hand. I used my other hand to carefully massage his balls. His breathing got harder as my stroking got quicker. I felt his foot find mine, slowly moving it up and down my leg. Our legs intertwined and we were connected in a way.

I continued to stroke and tease. I would move his foreskin up and down the shaft and over the head. With the hand I was using for stimulating his balls, I slowly traced up his chest and his arms, back down. Around his nipple I traced, just to give it a gentle pull.

He then changed positions, with me still stroking his hard cock. He got into a position that allowed him to put his hand through my night shirt and play with my breasts. He massaged them, running his hand all over my chest (did I mention how much I love to feel someone running their hands over me), squeezing my nipples just enough so that I could feel it, to send a tingle run through me, down to my throbbing clit.

I continued moving my hand up and down his cock, listening to him moan in short quick breaths. I loved hearing him moan, so I concentrated on my rhythm, trying not to lose pace.

He removed his hand from my shirt and moved it to the waist band of my pajama pants. I adjusted so that he could have better access as he slipped his hand inside, searching for my clit. I gasped a quiet moan when he found it. “Is that it?” he asked me, it being his first time with a girl, or anyone for that matter. “Yes,” was all I could say as I felt my body shudder in pleasure.

He slowly and rhythmically moved his fingers in small, slow circles. I continued stroking his cock, one hand moving rhythmically up and down, the other cupping his balls, giving and slight massage when I could manage the multitasking.

Finally, I felt him tense up, his breathing get harder and faster. He came then, hard and fast.

To be continued…

Crazy

Sometimes Forbidden Fruit drives me crazy. Sometimes that’s a good thing, other times I think it’s a bad thing. For instance, one minute he will be super cuddly towards me, other times he seems like he doesn’t want to be near me, touching me.

He grabs at me all the time, I grab at him. I love to surprise him and pinch his nipples, just to hear him cry out. I love the sound he makes. Whenever he calls me on the phone, he does not seem to want to get off the phone, and acts upset and heartbroken when I need to go for one reason or another. Sometimes he will call me back later, other times he will fall asleep and forget to call me back. However, when I call him, he does not seem to be in the mood to talk to me.

One thing though, that sent me over the edge tonight, was when he bit my neck. I think I have mentioned several times before that I love to have my neck bit, and that it makes me crazy. Like, super horny, and my pussy dripping wet. I wanted to take his face in my hands and kiss him right there. Ahh, what also sent me almost over the edge tonight was when he looked me right in the eyes, took my face in his hands, leaned his face in with his lips puckered out, then kissed the tip of my nose. Not before getting dangerously close to my lips.

What is wrong with him? He knows that I want him, and he uses that to his every advantage. He makes it clear that I can’t have him, but then hints at the potential of wanting me (when he wants something).

So, what stops me from making an ass of myself, growing some balls, and just kissing the guy? Only the fact that it would be his first kiss. Oh, how I want to be his first, his first a lot of things. But the fact that he wants his first kiss to be special, and most preferably from a guy, I don’t have the heart to take that away from him, violating that space, crossing that line. Sometimes I really hate morals.

My first kiss was different from me. I had wanted my first kiss since the sixth grade, and finally got it in my sophomore year. Ha, I can even tell you the date and time of it. It was October 9, 2003 at about 2:53 P.M. Central time. Yeah, I have like, a really good memory when it comes to my firsts. I have a list somewhere in my pile of poems, memories, and pictures. Maybe someday I will put it up here. However, my first kiss is not the point of this entry.

The point of this entry is the fact that Forbidden Fruit drives me crazy. From the moment I met him, I always had a feeling about him. I had, and still kind of do, but not as strong, this feeling like something would happen between us. Whether it was a friend with benefits, a boyfriend, or something else.

It’s times like these that I wish I had a penis. Maybe then would he possibly do something more than just tease me. Any advice on how to win him over? Or do you think he is a lost cause? My crush on him isn’t as strong as last semester, but that is because it has been so long since I have seen him. I didn’t see him all winter break, but now that I am hanging out with him almost every day again, my feelings for him are coming back.

On a happier note (though I hope putting this up doesn’t jinx things), Forbidden Fruit and I are planning a little sleep over at my house during spring break (which unfortunately isn’t until mid March). I already got the OK from my mom, and we plan to hang out at our friend’s family’s restaurant, then have my mom pick us up after she gets off work, then got get pizza, maybe rent a movie. When we get hungry, we will cook the pizza, and plan to play WoW as long as our eyes can stay open. It should be super fun. Maybe I can seduce him… Anyone have any ideas on how?

Interviewed by lalana

Here are the rules if you want to participate in 5 Questions. Send me an email or comment saying: “Interview Me” to naughty.tashamber@gmail.com. I will respond by emailing you five questions. I get to pick the questions. You can then answer the questions on your blog. You should also post these rules along with an offer to interview anyone else who emails you wanting to be interviewed. Anyone who asks to be interviewed should be sent 5 questions to answer on their blog. It would be nice if the questions were individualized for each blogger.

1. You have an extensive toy collection. If you had to get rid of every toy except one, which would you pick to keep, and why?

Only one toy? Dang, that’s a hard one. I would have to choose my vibrating bullet, since bullets have never failed to get me off. I use a bullet every time I masturbate, with or without something for penetration (just depends on my mood).

2. There's so many labels to choose from sexually - straight, bi, lesbian, submissive, dominant, switch, etc. Label yourself and explain :)

Honestly, I am still trying to figure that one out myself. It was a year ago last fall when I first started to realize that I was attracted to girls, as well as guys. I am just now starting to experiment with that. I know that I have a very submissive side, and I think that is due to the fact that I grew up so sheltered, and always let people take the lead for me so that I could follow. However, I also have huge fantasies of being the dominant one in a relationship. So for now, we can loosely say that I am a bi switch.

3. What made you decide that you were ready to start posting pics on your blog?

It took a lot of courage to decide to post pictures on my blog. I had always been self conscious before, and I thought that maybe posting them, sharing them with the world would help overcome that modesty I grew up with.

4. You're the "President" for the day, and have the ability to put in place TWO laws that can't be reversed. What would they be?

If I had the chance to be president for a day, I would make gay marriage legal, and make proper sex education a requirement for each school grade (appropriate to age level of course. Start with how the body develops, and as students get old enough, they would learn the proper ways to protect themselves from pregnancy or STI’s.

5. Describe your dream man (or woman). Which qualities are you NOT willing to compromise on in a life partner?

Someone that I can be myself around, where don’t have to hide anything about me. Someone who can accept my willingness to learn and explore new things, in the bedroom especially. I could not call someone my life partner if I could not trust them with my true self, dreams, and fantasies.

Thank you to lalana for interviewing me and coming up with some great questions for me to answer.