My first: Rough Sex

Back when I was 22 (or so), I met a girlfriend "Holly" that I was totally infatuated with. She initiated contact with me after a party and after only a few days started an insanely red hot sexual relationship that would last for a short time.

Several months into the affair, we met at a friends place*, where we all had a great time playing board games and such.
Then said she was going to bed and told us we can leave at anytime.
We snuggled and kissed for a bit and she (as usual) started to do little things that made it clear** that she wanted sex, and the heat was turned up a bit.
Things took a strange twist when she started to resist my undoing her top, so I backed off and continued our hot make out session. Since I loved kissing her, we simply carried on.
A few minutes later, she once again resisted and squirmed out of my embrace.
Concerned***, I asked if she was okay as her demeanor changed.
This cooled things down quite a bit and I left.
Several days later, she told me that she wanted me to take charge and "make her" do things.
This was a bit of a foreign concept for me at the time.
A few days later, we were at it again.
Smooching.
Rubbing.
Oh, Yeah! I love a good smooching session.
It was during this time she looked me in the eye and pushed me away.
I blinked.
Having paused for a moment, I simply went back to smooching her again.
This time, accompanied by a slap to the face and a punch to the chest.

Did I mention she worked out? She knocked the crap outta me!

The conversation we had a few days ago finally went from some theoretical discussion to fact.

Getting closer to her, she was actually putting up a substantial struggle highlighted with a slaps and a few well placed punches.
It was almost approaching a fight, but there was kissing involved.
This was the most surreal moment of my young life.
Bits of her clothing were being torn off until she was nude, complete with marks and bruises.****
As I began pawing at her breasts to suck on them (she had AWESOME nipples...kinda like PTA Mom!), she'd mash my face in them and told me to bite them hard, then pulled me by the hair, slapped me, and then dared me to take it.

WOW!

"You're not enough of a man to take me, are you!?"

THAT set me off and we started to trash my friend's apartment with an ongoing fight that went from one end of the house, to another.
Throughout the episode, I forced my cock in her pussy, where she would surrender for a moment, before she'd kick me off and the fight would resume.
Every time she did this, it would just piss me off even more!

I finally got the remnants of her slacks, and tied her arms together and gagged her.
Believe me, it wasn't easy.

Having bent her over the coffee table I tied her feet to the legs of the table with my shirt (now in several pieces).
STILL struggling, I had to hold her down as I went behind her and pushed my cock in her pussy.
Catching a glimpse of movement behind me, I spotted our friend peeking through the crack in the bedroom door with a big smile on her face. I moved to the side to allow her to see Holly's pussy.
She motioned me to slap it.
Giving it a light hit, I got a reaction from both Holly and my friend.
She motioned that I needed to hit her even harder, and on the clit.
I followed her instructions and after a couple of swats she started having an orgasm. I wanted my orgasm so I continued to fuck her roughly until I came into her. Was about to untie Holly when my friend came out, and motioned to her. I dipped my fingers in Holly's pussy with her juices and my cum intermingled and fed it to our friend's mouth.
She seemed giddy as she ran back into the bedroom.
I just shrugged and untied her.
We were a sight.
Both were bruised, a bit bloody, and we both had scratches.
Our clothing was strewn about the condo and with the exception of my Jeans, they were all torn to shreds.
We walked out of the place an hour later.
I was shirtless with missing a sock,***** SHE only had a towel on.
The few neighbor's that were out that time, just assumed we were going to the pool.
She thanked me for giving her what she wanted.
I asked her if we could tone it down a bit next time, but that it was fun.
She tossed me her towel as she got in to her car and drove off.

All I could do was stand there in stunned silence. This girl constantly amazed me and would show me a few other things as well.


*We were both still living at home at the time and my friend was kind enough to let us use her place. Later on my my/our friend loved hearing us...and more so.
** I wasn't that bright when it came to hints.
*** Never experienced this before, I was thinking of "No means No" and backed off.
****It was at this point that I discovered she was also into S&M, something that I was just getting into at the time.
*****The sock was found a few years later as she moved out.

Every Beginnings End

Riv did a nice post on a final meeting. The timing is pretty good for me. I've had a pretty good selection of guys in my area for fun. I usually did not have a road trip go to waste. As time went on, I got irritated with some of their stupidities. A few went by the wayside. Others did stick around.

I've basically lost my last one in the last few weeks. I haven't heard from him at all. I see on his blog that he's having fun. I feel like I really can't bring anymore to the table that is special. It is a loss to me. He's been basically the only one that I've had sex with more than once.

He's been the one that has allowed me to explore my D/s side. He is a true pain sub. I enjoyed every minute we had. He taught me things about myself that I don't think I ever would have learned.

I really am starting to miss him. I wish him well and happiness.

I also heard from my very first fuck. Things were interesting with him on trying to keep contact. One of the things that I was afraid of was that he was "in love" still with his prior relationship. I made the deal with him that what has happened in the past needs to stay in the past and what happens with us is all that matters.

We chatted online the other day. It's been awhile and he told me he's been in contact with her. All I could say was ok. He didn't know how to take it. I just said what ever makes him happy, I'm happy with.

I have a feeling that was it for him.

The numbers are shrinking. The quality is increasing. That is the only bright side for now.

Milking a fuck for all it's worth....

Recently I was reminded of a (married) woman who I knew for years and this happened about 10 yrs ago.

Knew her before she was married, knew was at her wedding, and was even there after the birth of their first child.*



The sex was usually wild, but this particular episode stuck out.

She had given birth just a month or so earlier, and this was our first chance to be together.

We walked down to the bar down the street**, to down a few beers.  A few hours later, we came back up and basically got down to business.
Having known each other long enough, that we skipped quite a few of the preliminaries and with only mild kissing and some smooching for about 30 seconds before we started getting a bit on the rough side.


She just jumped on top and did the reverse cowboy on me so I could stick a thumb in her ass, we continued a few minutes when suddenly;


"I'm dripping!" she suddenly yelled out.
"Isn't that normal?" I said, lost in my own pleasure.
Didn't think much of it since she gushed a bit during sex an orgasm.
"No! I'm LEAKING MILK!" she turned around to give me that "Look" you women do so well.
"Oh!" I said genuinely concerned, "Is there something I can do?"
"Get me a towel, I don't want to get it over your sheets!"
"No big deal, sweetie.  I'll just wash them tomorrow."
"If this was my bed, I wouldn't be so casual about it," she said as she turned around and sat on my cock again.
"If this was your bed, we would be done by now before hubby got home."
We usually have our little trysts on my days off while she went to "The Gym."
As we continued, I felt dripping on my chest and watched in fascination as her breasts secreted her milk.
Out of habit, I reached up and sucked on a breast and was greeted by a warm liquid that tasted marvelous and I continued sucking and went from breast to breast.
She groaned in pleasure, now that the pressure of her breasts was decreasing and adjusted herself to put my cock up her ass.***
We it wasn't our typical position, and it was a bit more tender, but it was highly erotic.
It was then that took a mouth full of her milk and kissed her deeply, feeding it back to her.
"That was sexy, Baby!", she said as she recovered from the kiss.
Far faster than usually, we both reached a strong and hard orgasm.
Laying down next to each other, we both agreed that it was a great one and we continued that routine for several months.

The weight loss resulting from feeding both me and her child gave quite a bit of credence to her hitting the gym hard.****
Not to mention all the sex she was getting as well.




Many thanks to a blogger friend to digging up that old memory.



*He thought I was just a "Dear friend."
**Don't worry, whenever she plans on drinking, she stockpiles breast milk for X number of days.
***She loves anal as much as I do, if not more!
****Hubby never wanted to try it at all. His loss, more for us!

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What a Memory!

Nightline ran a segment several weeks ago about memory that made me feel not so freakish.
While I don't have a photographic memory, I can retain all sorts of memories and can play them back in my head.
We're not talking images....
Background chatter, smells, touches, entire conversations.
Oh the sex.  I can feel it, my body remembers the textures, touches, the orgasms.
Yet, I can forget to what I'm supposed to buy in the grocery store and girls' names.  Go fig.

This memory was brought back from a post I wrote a few days ago.

A friend of mine and I regularly threw these parties, we would play sex games and eventually would end up as an orgy.

It was 8pm on a friday night, I was detained at work and more than a little miffed and was looking forward to drinking and catching up to see who was going to be at the party and gossip.
Stepping out of the elevator, I'm guided to the room by the roar of laughter.
Opening the door was a vision; there were about 30 people splayed out on floors, chairs, pillows, and whatever else was handy in a loosely circular ring around the Host, who was in the midst of shaking up dice.

The rules for dirty dice was this:
One had a verb (suck, kiss, rub, etc) and the other was a place (Crotch, Lips, etc).
You picked a person from the crowd, and whatever came up, you get to do to that person. In turn, it would be his/her turn to pick someone and roll the dice.

He smiled and waved at me; while making way to my seat, I acknowledged him, and I spotted someone I haven't seen before.  Jet Black hair, dark eyes, wearing a modest black blouse with blue jeans (DHB Dark haired Beauty).  Our eyes met briefly as I gave my saluations to the host.and sat by an old friend of mine and caught me up on what I had missed (I was 2 hours late).

We were whispering as I suddenly saw the woman bare her breasts and put them against the window, exposing herself to whatever driver happening to be looking up at the moment.

Suddenly I heard, "I pick you", but didn't pay much attention until someone pointed out I was "Picked".
Being startled, I looked towards her and she was standing there with her finger pointing directly at me.  Looking around stupidly, I mouthed "ME?" towards her and then motioned that I should stand near her.
Picking my way through the crowd again (I was towards the back of the room) and quiped, "Do your worst!"
She smiled and said,"If you're lucky, I will."

That was our introduction. Word for word.

The dice came up "Fondle" and "Crotch".
I gulped.
She strutted up leaving only inches from my face and I took in all her features and found her arousing with her directness and confidence that seemed to ooze from her.
Without another word, she gently rubbed through my jeans, found the hardening member underneath and raised her eyebrows.
She turned to the Host, "You know, proper fondling meets I have to have a good 'grip' on what I won, right?"
He paused as a smile crept on his face, "That seems reasonable."
He didn't even finish the word "Reasonable" when she undid my belt and stuck her hand down my pants.
"NICE!" is what she said as she wrapped herself around my cock and played with it for a few moments.

I heard crowd was down to whispers as she rubbed the tip of my member, took out her hand and brought up her finger that had my pre-cum and put it in her mouth, sucking it clean, and walked away to her corner.

The entire room moaned and waited for me.

Apparently it was my turn, because of the rules, I couldn't pick her.
I picked a girlfriend I had there (BHG - Brown haired girl), rolled up, "Lick" and "Crotch".
She immediately bent over a chair, while the occupant was still there, lifted her skirt to reveal herself to me.
After I finished a nice licking session, I got up and went to the bathroom to wash up;
On the way over, DHB came up to me before I could enter and tried to excuse myself so I could wash up.  Without another word, she kissed me deeply, with the taste of the other BHG's juices still on my face and walked away.

It was the begnining of a friendship that would last 3 years....