too smart and too horny for her own good
Read the beginning here and second post here before continuing.
I climbed on top of Jazz Man. His half-naked body lay underneath mine, lean, hard, ready. With nothing but panties on, I hoped that I was all Jazz Man had been hoping for.
I rocked, I rolled, I grinded against him. Softly nibbling his neck offset the hard rhythm of my lower body. His body responded in turn. I gave him all that I had.
Read this post first.
Once Jazz Man lay his long lean body on top of mine I felt my pussy come alive. The power inside having lay dormant all this time was now burning burning burning burning. My hips started to move to the rhythm of my pussy muscles.
My back arched and I turned to expose my bare neck. His mouth skimmed my lips, teasing, then plucked at the skin over my throat. I let out a long low lilt.
His hands never left my body. His eyes may have made me feel like a woman, but his hands made me feel like a goddess. They barely left my body the entire night.
Please forgive me for taking a while to post about last night. I’ve been basking in the afterglow of man-ness.
Last night I had my second date with Jazz Man. Based on the kissing alone on our first date, I was anticipating a fantastic time.
Today I mingled with one of my favorite pieces of man-meat, who happens to be the cockiest son-of-a-bitch at the office.
I found him irresistibly fuckable.
Why the hell is that? Why do girls like me (i.e. who know better) get wet over cocky SOBs like him? As someone who has been there/done him, I can explain–and in NSFW detail.
Please forgive me for getting sidetracked from the Happy Fucking Labor Day threesome series with Handsome & Pretty Twosome. Yada yada work sucked and stupid boys clogged my brain. Four and a half months of involuntary chastity did not take kindly to me.
So we’re back to the dirty sex. I have to warn you based on dozens of comments that it is not wise to read these posts while at work, but you pervs never listen to me. Shame on you. As if my site weren’t NSFW already. I think that’s part of the draw for you perverts, isn’t it? The possibility of being seen, getting caught, and then making nasty-nasty with the IT guy so he won’t report you.
For new visitors, the series about my most recent threesome (how cool is it that I need to say “most recent” to distinguish it from the other threesomes I’ve had? Ah, if only I could go back to my fifteen year-old self who still awaiting my first kiss and tell her “oh sweetie, don’t you worry one bit. Those who were nerds in high school are the ones who have the best sex when they grow up”) starts here, then continues here.
Warning: as much as I want you to read my website, it is my duty to discourage you from reading posts of this variety while at work. Not that any of you do, which is really kind of endearing. You perverts out there are so sweet! Ahem, NSFW begins now:
Continued from Part I of the threesome I recently had with Handsome & Pretty Twosome. I’m warning you now, you probably don’t want to read this at work. Heed the moans and embarrassment of past commenters.
The first few minutes in the bubble bath with Pretty Twosome felt more like good ol’ fun girl time and not so much like there should be a chorus of drunk frat boys yodeling bah chi chi wah waaaah while they took bets on which of us would make the first move. We splashed around in the jacuzzi jets and giggled. She asked me what it was like to have a threesome with two guys (fantastic. duh). Ironically it was during this discussion topic that I put my right hand on her thigh.
After four and a half months of involuntary celibacy (okay, not entirely true–I may have turned down a couple guys but that is so not the point), a naughty little angel must have heard my self-induced orgasmic pleas for someone to help me out, lest I give myself carpal tunnel and am forced to type with my toes.
Sunday evening I received a phone call from Handsome Twosome, of Handsome & Pretty Twosome, the smokin’ couple I had a very hot threesome with several months ago. A couple hours later freshly shaved, plucked, and moisturized, I went over to their house.
While out jogging last night I crossed paths with Doggie-Style Guy, the hottie I met the night before. I was completely surprised when I saw him because in a large apartment complex you can easily go a month without seeing your next door neighbor, let alone some random guy on the other side of the building. Of course the surprise didn’t end there, because then there wouldn’t be enough of that goddamn drama which has been so prevalent lately.
Since it seems that nothing is going my way with guys lately (including being on the wrong end of phone tag), I’m going to write this post about Doggie-Style Guy two ways: the way it actually happened and the way it should have happened, which would be with me sweating from multiple orgasms, not just multiple laps around the complex.
Here’s what really happened:
Start from the beginning of the threesome series here. All posts link to the next one. VERY NSFW unless you’re ready to walk around with the one-eyed monster staring everyone down. Not that that will stop any of you perverts. For those who prefer threesomes of the FMF (female-male-female) variety, go here. Judging from the comments, not many of you are particular about who I’m boinking as long as I report back all the dirty details. This is a solemn promise I am making to my beloved readers–I will always report back all the dirty details. It is my professional duty as a nympho and a blogger. Jeez, the things I do for the sake of the blog.
With Army Cowboy grinding his big dick against me, I was about to scream if he didn’t start hammering me like, RIGHT NOW. A girl can only be so patient when there are two cocks within reach.
I let Dark Cowboy’s dick fall out of my mouth and then I sat up. I looked at Army Cowboy on my left and Dark Cowboy on my right. “I want to fuck. Now. Who’s it going to be?”
Start from the beginning of the series here. All posts link to the next one in the series. Probably NSFW. Not that that will stop any of you. A note for the new readers out there: this actually happened. I still can’t believe I pulled it off. I think it’s safe to say I will be shamelessly smug for years.
While I was bent down on all fours it took Army Cowboy no time at all to grab me by the hips. He got up on his knees behind me. I knew what was coming, but it was still hot as hell to feel that huge prick of his brushing against my ass as I was bent over on the bed. His hands slid down from my hips to rub all over my ass cheeks, thighs, and arched lower back.
Since the idea for Raw Sex stories has received nothing but positive (and wet) feedback, I spent this morning at work non-billable time coming up with a mix of real and fantasy sex stories. I thought it would be fun to turn this into a poll so I may do my best to please as many of my readers out there as possible when I write future Raw Sex stories. There’s always the possibility that I will end up writing whatever I damn well please, but whatever.
Multiple selections are allowed, but please contain your horniness to three.
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I'm Vix, a 27 year-old Texan. After 18 years of private education and 3 degrees, I'm trying to leave the corporate world behind to become a sex/humor writer and novelist. I'm sexy, funny, ugly, raw, and entirely real-- because there's more to me than being a blowjob queen.
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