Time To Play The Game

And I don't mean Triple H (though I'd play him, too).

The Game is something I invented today to amuse myself at work. It simply consists of my privately assessing most of the adult males that I come in contact with as to whether they'd be a hard or soft fuck.

It's interesting to look at customer or co-worker and think to yourself, "What kind of a man is he in bed?" Some people just exude hard fuckability. Your bikers, mechanics, and athletes- most of them look like they'd enjoy grinding you into dust on their bed. Then you get the soft lays- the ones that send out that gentle vibe that usually reminds me of Angel from Rent.

Every now and again you get surprised. Some of those tough guys, once you talk to them, seem like they'd be the romantic softie type. And some of these geeky boys that I love to look at so much, once they speak, make me practically want to scream, "Take me to your house now and make me turn to mush!"

Amazingly enough, most of our techs seem to fall into the soft lay category. They all seem buff and tough, but once you watch the care they take with another person's property, you know that they'd treat you like a queen between the sheets....

Don't Let Me Be misunderstood

I decided, after thinking for a while, that the recent infiltration of my blog by undesirable people will NOT stop me from posting. I'm screening comments now, and that's an unfortunate thing. Ah well, what has to be done will be.

I was browsing other blogs yesterday and I ran across this wonderful entry over at AlwaysArousedGirl's blog, and I wanted to address the same issue over here.

I love being a girl, and I love having hott passionate sex with members of the opposite sex. I love having a big hard cock shoved deep inside me, driving me to insane amounts of pleasure. There's not another feeling like it in the world. Don't misunderstand me, I love sex with my girlfriend, and she's amazing at it (and so am I, she tells me.)

But one of my fantasies, just like AAG's, is having a cock of my own. I guess it the fact that I don't KNOW what it feels like for a man. I have the kind of personality where I have to KNOW everything about everything. I have to be able to tell you what the opening match of WrestleMania 1 was (Tito Santana vs The Exectutioner), or who played what role in what movie.

Not knowing things bothers me. Not knowing what an orgasm feels like for a guy bothers me. I mean, I can read the signs on him as to what it feels like, but I'll never experience it. And that bothers me.

Plus, if I had a cock of my own, being a bisexual girl would be ever so much more fun! No need of a strap on then! Just get hard and go! I'd need to wear skirts even more then, though, because I know I'd walk around with a constant hard-on.

My Imaginary Cock would be just about six inches long, and thick. Just thick enough that I'd know it's there all the time. Not too thick- I'd want someone to be able to suck it. I'm not talking salami here. Maybe a nice thick pepperoni, though. (giggle) It'd be softskinned, and easy on the hands. I've had my hand on at least one poor abused cock in my time, and it didn't feel that good. So definitely softskinned, but with those big veins that stick up just a bit to show you where they are. The head of My Imaginary Cock would be fat and sensitive, and just a little bit bigger than the rest of it. And I'd be uncircumcised, too. Ace is uncircumcised, and he's (as I've stated before) one of the best people I've ever had between the sheets. Or on top of the sheets... or without any sheets at all.

That's My Imaginary Cock. I'd hope to be as skilled with it as King is with his own- and I'd hope to be able to make Queen squeal just like he does. I'd just hope that I'd never embarrass myself with it.

*cluck*

Looking For Trade

Well, it's been an eventful day in the relationship category.

I agreed to go out on a date with a co-worker this coming Friday night. We've barely passed three conversations, and it took me by surprise. Had I thought about it, I'd probably said no on general principle of me not really being ready to get back on a dating scene, especially not in a town like this one. But my mouth works faster than my brain, and I couldn't take it back after I'd said it.


I also got the news that the ex and his whore had their precious ball of slime today. It threw me for a loop, but I should be okay. Here's hoping my papers get to me on time, or else there's gone be hell to pay. I'll make a scene like you wouldn't believe.

After I got the news, I got kind of depressed and called Joker in Newport. He brought me back up, and dropped a bomb of his own on me. It looks like I'm never going to get to satisfy my curiosity of knowing what he's like in bed- he's gotten serious with his girl. Ah well, you can't have them all.

Hanging up with him, I called Ace. Ace proceeded to tell me that his girl has been urging him to sleep with me. I don't know how I feel about that, but hey, if I can get a piece of him again, I'll go for it. He'll always be without a doubt my number one hey in my heart. I know that I can fall in love with him instantly, and that's power he wields over me like a club (albeit unknowingly). I knew that when I showed up on his doorstep nearly a year ago, I was starting something irrevocable.

Flashback: Two (or is it three?) years ago... In Ace's jeep, in Beaufort. Driving back from somewhere to our duplex- where he, I , the husband, and another friend stayed.


Conversation had gotten melodramatic, turning to his situation with his then-freshly left ex. He was depressed and sad, and I couldn't stand to see my best male friend (strike that, my best friend) in such pain. I was driving for some reason, and I turned to him and looked him straight in the eye as we were parked at a stop light.

"If anything happens between **** and me, you know it's you I'm going to go to, right?"

He stared at me from his hazel eyes (so much like my own) and was for once in his life, speechless. He nodded and asked, "What do you mean?"

"I think we'd have been great together, Ace."

"You're right."

Conversation turned to another subject and we let that lie for a long time.

Then comes the destruction of my marriage and life as I knew it. I got in my car the morning after it happened and told the car to take me where I belonged. I don't remember driving to his apartment, but I must have, for 5 minutes later, I was standing on his porch in the rain, banging on the door to be let in.

In conversation we had earlier, he told me that he knew at the moment I'd said what I did in his Jeep, that we'd end up sleeping together, and he was right. We did sleep together for nearly three months with no formalized relationship. It was a comfort to me to know he was there beside me. He also said that I was the best blow job he's ever had, and he finds it hard to believe that King claims I've gotten better. I told him that our sex had been good for me, and he said that it had been excellent for him. He also stated that he plans to come up here next week for a few days- and there's only one place in this house for him to sleep- next to me!

So I'll keep you posted...

I plan to cry on Mister's shoulder tomorrow (if he comes in) about the ball of slime situation. I'll keep you posted on that too.

A Quick One Before He Goes...

Well.

Well, well, well.

I hear so many stories from the other two about their goings on before Queen has to go to work, that I decided to do the same favor for King today.

I'm still a little shaky as I type, so bear with me.

He'd teased me mercilessly last night as we watched Rent... and I do mean mercilessly. I'd been lounging on their bed, and he'd joined me. We'd made it through most of the movie, and we started goofing around as we do. I ended up sprawled out behind him, kind of wrapped around him as he sat up.

Quick as lightning, he turned and grabbed me, turning me so that I laid on my stomach and winding his fingers into my hair, pulling it back just a little.

"I know what you want," he murmured. He turned himself so that he was laying on my back, and moved just a little so I could feel his erectness through my too big pajama pants.

"You'd be right,' I murmured back, just waiting for it to happen. I've had a pretty stressful week, and the night before he'd help me relieve that a little bit, but I ended up falling asleep with my head beside him, and my arm resting on his chest. I was incredibly horny, and I wanted him.Badly. I knew I was already wet, and I just wanted him to wrap up and fuck the shit out of me. But he didn't. He rolled off me and smiled that crooked grin of his.

"You asshole!" I said in the way that I do to let someone know that I'm just playing with them, that I don't really mean my words as intended.

"No, this would be being an asshole." He rolled back onto me, pulled down my pants and stuck his cock in between my legs, which were trapped together by his own. "Doing it so you can feel it is being an asshole." He rolled off and pulled my pants back up. We finished Rent with no more playing around, and when Queen got home, she seemed exhausted. Even after her shower, which usually invigorates her just a little bit. King still got his though, and Queen enjoyed it, and I got to watch. Just watch, which is unusual for me. I'm still breaking down a few of my barriers, I guess. I used not to be comfy with just watching, but this time I didn't even feel the need to run from the room and leave them in private. Good for me.

When they were done, we kinda played around a bit, torturing Queen and not letting her get to sleep, but finally I found my legs and made my way to my room, turning off their light for them as I left. I started an old vintage porn I'd found on limewire and got off before I rolled over and went to sleep.

That leads to today.

I was in a lazy mood today, which for me means as little clothing as possible. I didn't want to be bothered by the feel of cloth constraining me. Just a shirt so I can walk in front of the windows with little to no worry. It's a long shirt, and I've become quite the admirer of my own legs ( at least from the knees down, still working on the thunderthighs!). Plus, if I had my way, I'd be a nudist in the first place. Not because I particularly like seeing myself nude, but because it just frees up so much worry. Skin is skin.

Anyway.

King and Queen went out to lunch together and I took a nap. I heard King come back in and heard Queen leave for her mom's store to spend the day with her. That left me and King here alone.

Time passed. I'd surfed the net all day, watched an episode of MST3K, and played Fish Tycoon for a while, and still time dragged on. Finally I walked out into the main part of the house and whined, "I'm booooooored."

He was bored too.

He put a movie in the dvd player (Hot Shots) and I made some food for myself. After it was over, he stretched out on the floor. Here's my chance, I thought, and settled myself on to the floor next to him.

"I guess I can take a thirty minute nap before work," King said. "Unless you can think of something better to do." His pants were already unbuttoned, because they're just a little too tight, so I started playing around with his zipper, and letting my hand wander near his penis.

"Those're my pants."

"I know." Slowly I worked my hand into those pants, and found what I was looking for. Pulling it out, I commented, "Those pants are in my way."

"Then by all means," he said, moving so I could remove them. "I'm all naked."

"Yeah, you are." My hand was rubbing over him gently, and I moved to take him into my mouth. Mmmm, he said. Slowly, I moved up and down on him, taking my time and enjoying myself. I knew he was enjoying himself too, because he reached over and started to play with my already wet clit. "You're getting better at that," said he as he ran his hand up and down me. "Lots of practice," I replied, taking a moment to pause for air. "Feel freee to practice on me any time you want." "But I I did that, you'd never get to work." That's true." I tried to go back to what I had been doing to him but unfortunately for me, my hair kept getting in the way of having full enjoyment of what I was doing, so I said, "Don't move." I went to my room and quickly found a hair tie. I walked back into the living room, looked at him all sprawled out on the floor, and said," Why don't we move this in there?" I pointed to their room, and added, "Rug burn sucks." He agreed, and sprawled out on the bed.

"Where was I?" I took him back in hand and leaned down a little.

"Somewhre about there."

'I think I was a little closer to this," I said, wrapping my lips back around him. He moaned a little. He doesn't moan.

As I lifted my head back up to get my breath, he looked at me and said, "I think I teased you yesterday." I nodded, saying,"Yes, you did..." I turned over onto my back. He positioned himself in between my legs and wrapped himself up. I lifted myself a little so that he could enter me, and...oh, words fail me at time to describe what happens when he fucks me. I lose all sense of what's going on. I used to be quiet in bed, but no more. Now he makes me moan and yell, and whisper and sigh. King is very good at what he does.

He pushed my legs together after he'd made me come once, and put his hand around my neck, thrusting deep and hard, applying just the right amount of pressure on my neck to make me come again, then I felt him go right after.

So, for once, it got to be me sending someone off to work in a good mood...

Interesting little tidbit.

ConglomoMart now sells cock rings. That's right, cock rings.

I can't believe it. I saw them the other day in the condom aisle and nearly died in gales of laughter. How are we getting away with this? How has the religious right not gotten wind of this and not tried to shut us down?

It's just too great. They're made by durex, my preferred brand of condom, and they're just a vibrating ring that slips on over the condom, and they're like 5 bucks. Isn't that cheap for a thrill?

Now... do I buy one?