Damp Down Under

It's been two and a half months since I went off the pill and had the implant put in. Since then, I haven't had any of the following: periods, cramps, nausea and (the best one) pms. However, when I was on the pill, a week beforehand I would be incredibly horny. Now that I have the implant, I don't have this week.

I'm horny for four out of four weeks in a month. Yes, all four. Although I'm not super, mega, heavy duty horny all the time (like I was in the week beforehand), I am always aroused and ready for sex.

I couldn't calculate, in a day, the amount of time I spend touching my clit or playing with my lips, or casually dipping in the tip of a finger. My hands have a mind of their own. I'll be watching TV and become aware of the hand between my legs, curiously & quietly masturbating. Every single time I wake up through the night I am wet, and one of my hands is between my legs, rubbing my clit.

I am constantly aroused.

I am the typical teenage boy in a woman's body. Yes, I do fantasise about women, but that's not what I mean. As a result of my state of arousal, I'm always thinking about sex. Fantasising about trying new things; thinking of different ways to seduce Him; thinking about how I could take advantage of the situation and masturbate. However much I love being aroused and thinking about sex, it's devilishly frustrating at times.

So if it were my choice, how often would I want it? Sex, I would want daily. Hell, what am I talking about if's for? I do want it everyday! Okay, so if it were my choice, how often would I actually get it? Daily, preferably in the mornings or afternoons (that's my thing at the moment). I hear you ask about masturbation? Daily as well :-)

If you were as horny as often and for as long as I am, wouldn't you take advantage of the it? I bet you would ;-)

My Favourite Room

The bathroom is my favourite room in the house.

There's the mirror, who always shows me the truth. Good, bad, and yes even the ugly! :-)

And the scales, who can be both my friend and my foe. They take great pleasure when I've been deprived of my cravings...the less weight they have to support when I stand on them. They can be selfish bastards at times.

The bath tub, where I so infrequently relax, but should more because it does wonders for me.

The vanity, where I put my contacts in each morning and smile at the person staring back at me. I am now pretty enough not to hide behind my glasses.

And last but not least the shower. My haven away from all else. My sanctuary.

As a child I had a love/hate relationship with taking showers. On the one hand I loved them, it was the place I could just sit & think. If I had've been allowed, I would have spent hours in the shower as a kid. And once spent so long in there my grandfather threatened to throw refrigerated water over me to get me to come out. I've also fallen asleep in the shower.

And loving it so much leads to my dilemma. Because I knew I would spend as much time as possible in there, I'd feel like maybe I was missing out on something that was happening outside this sanctuary.

Now, not so much. Now the shower is my place. To chill out and relax, work out things in my head, and to let my emotions free.

When I cry, a lot of the times it's in the shower. And it feels so natural & calming.

My tears for my tragedies, heartaches, disappointments, anger, frustration, despair and loneliness are set free. Washed away with me feeling a little lighter.

My tears for my achievements, happiness, joy, excitement, dreams, hopes and wishes are also set free. I hope that when they're washed away, somehow because I let the good things go, good things will come back to me.

The water I love to feel splashing over me. Drenching me, hugging me. So refreshing and so calming.

The actual washing in the shower...the chance to rid yourself of the day, to start fresh. As my skin is washed away, a new me appears. Ever just slightly, but she's there.

Needing Him

*This is a post Daddy asked me specifically to write about, and from the particular angle I've written it from*

I needed it. I spent all day thinking about his hard cock. How good it would feel in my hands, how much I wanted to feel him inside me. I wanted him to fuck me; I wanted to ride him until it hurt. I wanted to cum until I couldn’t possibly take any more. Oh how I needed to be fucked.

He arrived home to me playing the Wii. Little did he know that I was merely doing that to try and distract myself from how aroused I was. I wanted him to fuck me then; as soon as he got home. But he’d had a long day, so I was quiet, waiting patiently in the hopes that later he’d indulge me.

And he did.

The tv was switched off and while I went to the kitchen for a drink, he went to the bedroom. I thought he was getting ready for bed, until he walked out, cock in hand, jerking off. I smiled, and sighed a little, knowing what was coming.

Standing there jerking his hard cock, unashamed and so self assured. It makes me weak in the knees just watching. I couldn’t help but kiss him. Those lips of his, and the way he kisses me…mmmm pure delight.

I followed him into the bedroom. As he lay down, never missing a stroke, I joined him. I was lying on my side facing him with one hand on his chest and the other supporting my head. I leaned into him, listening to the sounds of him jerking, hearing my breath catch the more aroused I became. I kissed him again; deep, loving, hungry kisses. I needed to kiss him. It didn’t take long for my hand to find his balls; it never does. We continued like this for awhile; until I needed to be fucked.

I lay on my back and let my fingers wander to between my legs. I was dripping. I rubbed my bullet vibe over my clit for barely any time at all before I had to turn it on. It went straight to medium. I masturbated; teasing myself for a little until it was time for him to fuck me.

He teased me at first, gently pushing a little way in, making me want more. In and out with just the first couple of inches. And then he was all the way in and I was gasping for breath. I had been waiting all day to feel him inside me, to feel him fuck me.

He took it slow at first; fucking me with his whole length, listening to me gasp as he buried himself in me. He stay still, buried deep in me, my muscles contracting around his hard cock. Sucking him in, willing him deeper. And then, with no warning, he started pulling out. I cried out as he started withdrawing, surprised, sad, and even annoyed. My cunt was being emptied against my will. He pulled almost all the way out and then fucked himself back in again. I sighed with pleasure; loving the feel of his hard cock.

He continued like this; almost fully withdrawing and then fucking himself deep in me. The long, deep thrusts and the vibe on my clit were making me want to cum already. He pulled out just a little, then back in again. Fucking me deep with just a few inches of his cock. I could feel the bumps of his cock, the thickness at the base, and the pressure on my g spot. I raised my hips, fucking him back. Urging him to fuck me faster. Yes, today I definitely needed to be fucked.

He’s known me for long enough now to read my reactions and to know what I want. He started fucking me hard and deep, fully withdrawing and then plunging into me again and again. Arching my back, I turned the vibe up to high. He was deep in me when he stopped.

I clamped down on his cock as I started to fuck him. Working him in and out. It wasn’t long until he was fucking me again. Slowly and teasingly he pumped his cock in me. Making me want more. I shifted my hips, rocking with his movement and he knew what I wanted. It wasn’t long before he was plunging his hard cock deep in my cunt; making me want to cum.

He could tell I was getting close by my heavy breathing and groaning. He fucked me harder and deeper, edging me closer with each thrust. The more he fucked me, the harder I would clamp down, making him fuck me more. Until it became too much, and it felt too good.

I clamped down on his cock as I came. My body writhing with pleasure as each orgasm came and took over. I tried to get him to stop, I was too sensitive. That’s when he fucked me harder and even deeper than just a few seconds earlier. And he fucked another few orgasms from me.

I collapsed, exhausted and still spasming as the ripples went through my body.

Soapy HNT (Part Two)

This week's HNT follows on from last week, with more from the jerk video I made for Daddy.

I'm a little bit shy when I know someone's watching, but maybe if you click I won't realise you're looking.

Remember to check out Os and see who else participated.

Soapy HNT

Mid last year I made my first jerk video for Daddy. I took some still shots from that and used them for HNT (which can be found here, here and here). Last week I made my second jerk video for Him, and again I have taken some still shots from it that I will be using for the next few HNT's. I present to you the first:

Don't forget to visit Os to see who else got their gear off this week!
And remember there's always The Other HNT (NSFW as usual).

Happy Half-Nekkid Thursday to you all!

Reminiscing

It was almost 4 years ago now. I was treating myself to a well-earned break after my first term at University. And coincidentally, it was also an excuse for me to have some time with Him. At this point, we were living about 4hours apart, and seeing each other much less frequently than either of us wanted. And our relationship was not known to many people, much less my family.

I booked a motel room in my name, for the first time in my life. I wasn't in my home town, I went to a nearby beach town. I didn't have my driver's licence at the time, and my family dropped me off. And the advice I got from them?? "Don't let any strange old men into your room." It was almost too much to try and stop myself from laughing there and then. Little did they know (grins).

It wasn't long after they left, that He arrived. I was nervous. This would be the first time that we spent an extended period of time with one another (I think it was about 4 or 5 days), and only the second time that I had spent the night with Him. No, it wasn't the first time we had slept together, but being that our relationship was a secret, it was easier for me to get away for a few hours, rather than a few days.

We had an excellent time, strolling down the beach hand-in-hand, and spending so much time with one another. There's a few things that stand out when I remember our time together, but the one thing that comes to mind before all the others was this:

We were in a non-smoking room (we were and are both smokers), and so we had to go outside for a cigarette. There was a bench out the front of every room, and I think there was also a can with some kitty litter in it for our cigarette butts. There was an undercover area just in front of the rooms for our cars to be parked. On this particular day that we went out for a smoke, the sun had set, and had it not been for the fluoro lights turned on, it would have been very dark.

We were sitting on the bench and I had not finished my smoke. I was wet, I could feel the wetness between my legs. And before I knew it, we were kissing. My legs instantly started opening and I guess He took this as an invitation. Before long His hand was between my legs, with my panties pulled to one side, playing with my cunt. So here we were, sitting on the bench in front of the motel room, making out while He played with my sloppy cunt. I don't know how long we spent there like that, I didn't care. I just wanted Him to continue playing with me.

When we pulled apart from one another it was I who noticed another male guest standing between His car and the one parked beside it. As soon as I opened my eyes and came back to reality and saw him, he moved along. I have no doubt that he was standing there watching us as this older man made out and fingered the cunt of the slut he was sitting next to.

It would have been obvious to anyone that was walking by what was going on. The place was very well lit and we weren't doing much to hide what we were doing. Maybe he wasn't the only one who saw what we were doing, but he was the only one that I noticed was watching the show. Even back then I was a slut (although didn't admit it, even to myself). There I was, with my legs spread, my skirt pulled up, my panties pushed to one side, making out with a man who was clearly playing with my wet, sloppy cunt.

I enjoyed knowing he saw what was going on between us and he stopped to watch. It made my cunt more wet than it already was.

I have experienced a few instances of public exposure and play, and enjoy people watching me. I imagine that when they see me act in such ways that they instantly think of how much of a slut I am. Hmm...that gets me thinking...I wonder if it's time for some more public exposure and play (grins).