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Friday, May 14, 2021
Another Date with the Doctor
Friday, January 1, 2021
Welcome to 2021
Like a lot of people, I was really hoping that 2020 was going to be a good year. At the beginning of the year, I had started talking to some new people who I was really into. I was feeling extra motivated to give in to my sexual desires and not feel guilty about them. I was ready to really enjoy myself and others. Then, the pandemic happened.
In order to stay safe, we had to stay in our houses and not see other people. I thought for sure this would only last a few months and then we would be in the clear. Eventually, cases would go down and the risk would be low. So, I did my best to just stay put and be patient.
For entertainment, I started using dating sites seriously again. I met a few people on there that I really clicked with. I was feeling hopeful again. Maybe something could come of this. One girl, who I really fell for, asked if I'd like to start hanging out in person but six feet apart. So, we started having little dates outside. We walked in the park, sat under a pavilion and talked, went out and got ice cream. Stuff like that. They weren't super exciting ideas but they were great dates because I was with her. After a few months, I ended up asking that girl to be my girlfriend and she said yes! I was so happy. Until that girl stopped wanting to hang out. We still send each other a Snap every day but I think it's safe to say that we aren't in an actual relationship. I was quite disappointed when that ended.
So, with that failed relationship, I began to focus on other people who I had been talking to. I conversed with a man from Ireland for a while who had me really lost in fantasy land but eventually, he stopped responding to me. I was also talking to a guy who was probably the most attractive man I've met all year. We had so much in common and he was incredibly sweet but as soon as I asked him out, he told me that he was poly-saturated. So, that was the end of that one. I had a handful of other people, men and women, who I continued to talk to but nothing seemed to come of it. I failed to even see the point anymore. This pandemic was obviously going to go on forever and I'd never be able to fuck other people safely again.
At this point, the year was three-quarters of the way over and I still hadn't sexed it up with anyone other than Husband since 2019. I wasn't even having sex with Husband that often because he was dealing with so much stress and anxiety from work and our sleeping schedules were completely opposite. I was feeling quite sexually frustrated.
I hadn't seen Jacob, my fairly regular FWB, in over a year. I missed his cock like crazy. We still sexted with each other occasionally and he continued to send me nice things to let me know he was thinking about me, which was lovely. Our friendship was holding steady even though we hadn't been able to hook up. That was definitely a positive thing.
Most of the other people who I had been talking to had gotten bored of me by this time. I tried to reignite the sparks but it seemed to be a lost cause. One person, though, had not lost interest at all. That was the Doctor, who I wrote about previously. He kept trying to get me to go out with him but I was feeling so nervous about it that I kept telling him, "Not yet." He finally talked me into it and something about him made me feel super comfortable. My walls came crashing down very quickly and after only three dates, we ended up fucking. Maybe it was the last ten months of sexual frustration that just couldn't be held back anymore. Maybe I was just really feeling the connection between us because our sex drives match up so well. I'm not sure why it happened even though I had so much anxiety, but I'm glad it did.
My feelings about that were very complicated. I judged myself for hooking up with someone during a pandemic, though I felt better about it because it was with a doctor whom I knew was taking extra precautions and understood the seriousness of it all. I was still a bit worried afterward, wondering if I had exposed myself by hooking up with him. But that was all just my brain being a jerk and flooding me with unecessary anxiety. I feel better about it now, though I'm not sure if I will be fucking other people anytime soon.
I haven't talked to the Doctor much since we had sex. He checks in every once in a while but he's such a busy person. I'm not sure if he really has time for me. I'm open to whatever it is going to become though. I do have other potential partners that I'm talking to right now. I'm not sure where things will go with any of those people but I do have hopes for the future. If we can just keep the spark alive through the rest of this pandemic, things would be good.
So, here we are on the first day of 2021 and I'm looking back on the last 366 days. After a very long dry spell, in which I hadn't met anyone that I really wanted to pursue a sexual relationship with, I finally found a bunch of people that I really wanted to fuck, however, I couldn't actually fuck them due to social distancing. After years of silently judging myself for wanting to slut it up with lots of people, I finally accepted my desires and felt ready to embrace them. But what was the point if I couldn't actually do it? After two years of searching, I finally found another girlfriend only for it to fizzle out due to not being able to be as close as we wanted to be. So many opportunities that were lost over the last year. What a waste. Last year could have been amazing. I had such high hopes about having sex with many different people. Instead, I had sex with only two people.
I know that I should feel grateful for those two people that I had sex with. I know there are so many people out there that have been alone all year and haven't been able to have sex with anyone. It's just really hard for my nympho brain to really understand that. It just wants all the sex. It's never enough. So, anyway, here's to hoping that 2021 has something wonderful in store for my sex life. Happy New Year. I hope 2021 has something great in store for you as well.
Wednesday, December 16, 2020
The Doctor (part 2)
Monday, December 14, 2020
Sunday, March 25, 2018
Sinful Sunday: Bruised

Kiss the lips and see who else is sinning.
Monday, February 12, 2018
Why Do I Judge Myself So Harshly?
When I got to G's house, we got some drinks and then sat on the couch to talk for a while. We got to know each other a bit and then he moved closer to me on the couch. Next thing I knew, we were making out. G asked if I wanted to go to the bedroom. I was concerned about that because I'm not the best at saying no to sex and I knew that I didn't want to have sex that soon. I thought about it for a while and then decided to go to the bedroom with him. Again, I really suck at saying no.
When we got to the bedroom, he put on some music and then we laid down on the bed and started to make out again. I thought we were going to keep our clothes on but eventually our shirts and my bra came off. There was lots of kissing, biting, caressing, and exploring with our mouths.
I made it a point to not take off my pants because I knew that if I did, there was a 100% chance we were going to fuck. I know myself well enough to feel confident about that. I felt like a tease, which is something I never want to be. But I just didn't expect things to move so quickly. I mean, don't get me wrong. It was hot as fuck and I was definitely very turned on. I loved the way he touched my body and he is a really great kisser. I wanted him. Badly. I just didn't want to do it so soon. I felt like a nervous teenager filled with raging hormones. It was so hard to say no.
So, the question I'm sure you're asking is, "Why was it such a big deal to fuck if you both wanted it?" I'm asking myself the same thing. I definitely judge myself harshly for my sexual appetite. For some reason I feel awful about myself if I have sex on a first date. I guess it's the stupid shit that society has forced into my head. Why should it matter if I fuck someone I just met? As long as it's safe and consensual, it shouldn't matter. I don't judge anyone else for doing the same thing. It's interesting that I have a different set of standards for myself than for others. Obviously that's a hangup that I have to work on.
After fooling around for a couple hours, it was time for me to leave. I felt awkward as hell and hoped that I didn't come off as a lame tease. I did have a really great time with G and I'm looking forward to the next time that we get to hang out.
When I got home, I was super wound up and my clit was screaming at me. Husband and I went to the bedroom and talked about how my night went. Then, he moved down to my thighs and started to lick and kiss them. He continued down my legs and to my feet. He licked my feet and sucked on my toes, which was the first time that has ever happened to me. It felt pretty damn amazing. I didn't know I would be into that and I felt a little self conscious about it, but it is definitely a thing I enjoy.
Husband continued to lick and kiss up my other leg, to my thigh, and then to my pussy. He licked and sucked my clit as he fucked me with his fingers. I couldn't take it anymore. I grabbed him and said, "I need you inside me now!" He climbed on top of me and rubbed his cock on my clit, teasing me. I whined and begged him to fuck me. I was so wet and his cock felt really good on my clit but I needed to be fucked. He would shove his cock inside me and then take it out again and rub my clit with it. Over and over. It was driving me crazy! Finally, he shoved his cock inside me and started fucking me hard. I moaned out, "Fuck, your cock feels so good inside me." He fucked me harder and then started to choke me. I rubbed my clit and it wasn't long before I was cumming all over his cock.
He continued to fuck me as I licked and kissed his neck. Then, he said, "I want to fill all of your holes. My cock in your ass, the strap-on in your pussy, and a dildo in your mouth. Then, I want to fuck you until you cum and moan around the cock in your mouth." That made me feel so slutty and I loved it. So, we paused to get all of that ready.
I laid on my back and Husband started licking my clit again. He told me to start sucking on the dildo as he did that. After a few minutes, I told him I was ready. I grabbed a vibrator and put it on my clit as he lubed up his cock. He slid his cock into my ass and the strap-on inside my pussy. I felt so full. My whole body tingled. I almost came right away, so I pulled the vibrator away to stop myself. He then told me to start sucking on the dildo again. I imagined that it was a real cock and passionately sucked it, shoving it deep into my throat. I put the vibrator on my clit again and Husband started to fuck me harder, faster. I felt my whole body tense up and then I came so hard. I moaned around the cock and imagined that it was cumming in my mouth. Husband came at the same time, filling my ass with his hot load. Fuck, that was hot.
We cleaned up and then laid in bed cuddling and talking about things for a while. Then, we decided to fuck one more time before we went to sleep. This time, I took him from behind. I stuck my ass in the air and he fucked my pussy so hard. I put the vibrator on my clit and came around his cock. He continued to fuck me and I had a G-spot orgasm. Mmmm. Then, he pushed me down on the bed and laid on top of me and fucked me in that position for a while.
I can definitely feel it today. I'm quite sore but it hurts so good. Last night was pretty fucking amazing. I'm a happy girl today.
Monday, July 15, 2013
Kinky Date Night
We left the kink event early so that we could attend a burlesque show that was happening nearby. I do so love burlesque shows. Every time I leave them, I am very wet and turned on. During intermission, one of the girls laid on the stage in a bra and panties. They covered her in cookies and told everyone that they could eat a cookie off of her if they put a tip into a bucket. Well, I couldn't pass that up. I picked the cookie that was closest to her crotch and I ate it. It was even a bit warm. Mmmm. I imagined very dirty things while eating that cookie. That was so worth it.
After the show, I got a text message from Jacob. He asked how the night was going and I told him about the people who were giving out spankings at the kink meet-up. He said that he would like to have one of those, so I told him to come over so that I could spank him and he could fuck me. He seemed to be considering it and I was very excited...and then he stopped responding. Apparently he passed out. I got my hopes up that I was finally going to get fucked by that sexy man, and then I was let down. Damn. He did say that he'd like to go out for coffee again soon, so hopefully we can do that sometime this week. One day I will have that fickle man...one day.
When we got home, I went straight to the bathroom. As I was washing my hands, Husband came up behind me and told me to bend over the sink. Of course, I did as I was told. He lifted my skirt and spanked my left ass cheek. I moaned out in pleasure and then he spanked the other side. He took turns hitting one cheek and then the other, while simultaneously holding me down with his other hand. When he felt content that he had punished my ass enough, he ordered me to go lay down on the bed and wait for him. He added that I was not to remove any of my clothing. As I was leaving the bathroom, I saw that he was getting ready to warm up one of the glass dildos. My clit tingled in excitement.
I laid down on my stomach and waited for Husband to come into the room. He jumped on me, wearing nothing but a kilt. He pulled my skirt up, told me to stick my ass up, pulled my panties aside, and then he shoved his finger inside my pussy. He said, "God, you're so wet." He sucked the pussy juice off of his finger, took off his kilt, and then stuck his finger back inside me. He fucked me harder and harder with his finger. Since I have a hand fetish, I absolutely love when he fucks me with his fingers. It turns me on so much. I dug my nails into the bed and he said, "Mmmm, you're getting tighter. I can feel that you're getting ready to cum. I want you to cum all over your panties. Soak them for me." I felt his finger hitting my G-spot, going faster and faster. I pushed against his thrusts, making them more powerful. I was so close that I thought I may lose my mind. I reminded myself not to hold my breath and then let go. My whole body convulsed in pleasure as I gushed all over my panties. Husband moaned and then licked all the cum off of my crotch. He then sucked the cum out of my panties and I giggled.
I thought he was done at that point. Boy, was I wrong. He grabbed the glass dildo, shoved it in my pussy, and started to fuck me with it. He placed his cock on my asshole as he continued to fuck me with the toy. He reached around and started to rub my clit with his other hand. Having all three of those spots stimulated at the same time was driving me wild. I started to breathe heavier and he said, "My pre-cum is all over your asshole. I want to stick something in it." So, he did just that. He slowly inserted his finger into my ass and then continued to fuck my pussy with the toy. With every thrust of the toy, my ass was also being fucked by his finger. I felt my clit getting so close to cumming. I was so wet that his fingers were gliding across my clit in such a silky way. It felt so good. I tried to hold back the orgasm, but it was no use. I moaned out in pleasure and came so hard.
Husband spanked my ass a few more times and then shoved his cock into my pussy. He fucked me very hard for a bit, then told me to turn over. As I turned over, he took my panties off and threw them across the room. He spread my legs, knelt over me, and once again shoved his cock into my pussy. I wrapped my legs around him, my boots still on. He said he needed to taste me again, so he scooted down to my crotch, put my feet on his shoulders, and started to lick my clit while fingering my pussy. I enjoyed that for a while and then told him that I wanted his cock back inside me. He granted my wish. He sat up and started to fuck me once again. I reached down, took my boots off, and then placed my feet on his chest. I angled my body in just the right way so that his cock would hit my G-spot. He fucked me harder as I reached down to my clit and started to rub it. I began to rock my hips in rhythm with his thrusts. It didn't take long before he started to cum. I felt him fill my pussy with his hot man-juice and it brought me over the edge. I started to cum as well.
Afterwards, we both collapsed and passed out. We had to be up in four hours, but it was totally worth it. My husband is so damn hot. Women should definitely be jealous.
On another note, I don't really have time to write about it right now, but I had the most amazing dream about Tom Odell last night. God, that man is perfection. Trystan bought a signed picture of him and framed it for me. He even made sure his hands were in the picture. I may or may not have masturbated while looking at that picture. He has the most amazing hands that I've ever seen. If only I could meet that man, I would rock his world for sure. So many fantasies.



