Veggie pleasure

A no-fail recipe.

Get yourself a (slightly less than) 8" thick (I'm talking the circumference, you greedy one!!) cucumber.

Clean your little hole very well.

Insert. Repeatedly. Vary the position, the rhythm.


Enjoy the feeling of getting yourself crack opened while using it and the relaxing feeling of having been abused so delightedly and the shivers that you just get at every steps you take because your greedy little hole just seems to be wanting more... ^__^


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It's not easy love...

"It's not easy love but you've got friends you can trust"
That was what Freddy Mercury used to sing. How I loved him!


But to what friends will I revert to, in this distress? 
What I'm finding not easy to, is staying away from this side of me. Staying far away from M. - who possibly is happy like this, since he's not bothering to call at all - so that I don't have to ask myself if I want to have bare back sex with him again.


I fear it.
Kind of dread it, indeed. 


I thought I was ready, but it came out I'm not.


Having just read some news about how HIV is spreading in our province struck me, and I now am frozen in a state between the terrific memories of how great it was last time we had sex together and I had him cum inside me, and the terror I feel that he might have been meeting other people too, and having unprotected sex with them, too...


I would need a friend. But I'm not sure I would be ready to withstand what he'd say to me right now...

Top me up!

Saturdays have often been a magic time for me. Bad moments, magic moments, awful moments, great moment. This saturday one was of the latter kind. And, once again, it was a prime time, and it was with him: M.
We were both very horny, I suppose, because we arranged for a Saturday afternoon rendez-vous and our tongues got interwined before we could almost start to touch each other.
Hands were running across our bodies, I was enjoying him holding me from behind so that I had to lean on him to get and he seemed to have found the right point between pain and pleasure when massaging my little nipples because I kept shivering with pleasure when he did it. What I loved most of that moment was being at his will about kisses; I was holding on his neck and leaning a bit backward so that he had to lean on me to kiss me. I love that.
I took his hand and we moved to the bedroom, where I got him naked and he rubbed himeself against my butt while I was bent over, untieing my shoes. His pleasure in doing that was rather evident, given the hard on he offered to me when I got back straight and looked at him. When it's like that, I usually would kneel on the large queen size bed, legs spread open and hand on my knees, palms facing upwards in sign of submission and offering my head and mouth to his pleasure, but he was looking for something else this time, and he instead lay down and asked me to please him.


I climbed on him, immediately took a mouthful of his big dick and then swiveled clockwise so that he could play with mine while I swallowed his large dick up to my throat and further. I could feel it making his way up and engulfing me totally. I had to take a large breath before doing it: there was no space for breathing, and it was hard to just keep it there because M. was having fun with both my dick and my ass, strocking the former and rimming, kissing and testing the latter with one, then two, then three fingers...
I couldn't stand it any more, I wanted him to get inside me and pound his hard cock in my flesh and have it cum on all of me, and possibly then go and being given a golden shower. So I stood up and with a swift movement I just sat on his dick. It got inside in one shot. I jumped in and out a couple of times, then he got hold of me and three me around and I... I don't remember too well because pleasure kind of numbed my brain but I remember myself screaming voiceless, grasping the blanket, and shuddering and shaking and shivering and trying to nail him while I was unable to stand, four-legged and fucking myself hard by throbbing my ass around his dick repeatdly, pounding with all my weight on him and moaning at the same time...


After some fourty-five minutes like this, he - like an animal - kind of cried "I'm... I'm... cumming" and I just thought I didn't want to stop and - as I have said before - that I wanted to "give him more of me" and thus continued with my cowride until he stopped moaning and grunting and hugged me and crashed down onto me.
We were head to head, his arms where holding me from behind and mine were spread wide open. I could see his red face and I was all wet, sweatting all over. We kissed, repeatedly, and I trembled again - yes, again - when he caressed my sides with the tip of his finger...


Wonderful. Even though I would have started all over, and again, and would have wanted to have him pee on him if he had asked me to get it.

Caresses

I felt abandonment.
I felt warmth.
I felt his hand stroking my hair.
I felt his finger caressing my neck.
I felt his semen flowing down through the fold of my buttocks. I didn't care at all.

I enjoyed it all.
I enjoyed his caresses and his kisses.

I wanted to start all over again.
I wanted to take a step forward.
I wanted to give him more.
I want him to have more of me...

Like a virgin

I wanted that. I've always wanted that, but never dared to.
I was fully aware of how much I wanted it to happen, and yet had never let it be.
This time it had been me to go for it.

Like many others, M. has always wanted to, and during our first times together he had tried several times, until he got how I felt offended by that and he just stopped asking, or trying to do it.

All the contrary, this time I had just let him do it, without even asking, and he just got it right; he understood I was looking for that. He kind of read my thoughts.

It had been great! I was feeling it inside me more than I had ever felt it before. I hadn't thought it would have been that very different!
I climaxed immediately, and I kept moaning all the time - well, more than usual, he would have said later - and when he got out of me and sprayed all my back with his semen, I was shaking in violent orgasms.

We had dinner, afterwards, and we chatted lively and never talked about that again. On MSN, the day after I wrote that we had done it "without it" and he said "ok, next time we'll do with, as usual".


But, the week later while I was leaning on the large queen bed in our room, and he was behind me I found myself asking:
Have you been meeting anybody lately?
No, I haven't... - and he caressed my hair and I could feel his warmth;
How comes? - we never agreed on "waiting for the other one to be free and I knew he could barely hold back for as long as three days.
I don't know - and then added, in a rather soft voice, as if pretending he was to be unheard - maybe was waiting for you?

I had him get into me again, bareback again, and I had one of the greatest time together ever.

Now, the real question is: how is this affecting my life? And my feeling towards him?
What I know, is that I felt "his" both times, and even more the second time. And I enjoyed feeling like that.