hot august sexcapades

finally my alley fuck story!! 

one of my most carnal experiences was with my oldest lover, Z (39). Z is an incredibly sweet, smart, witty, professional, sexy, slim-curvy, busty black woman with shorn natural hair. i met her out for a date one hot late-august night and we immediately hit it off. we hung out together and had a couple beers, then walked a few blocks downtown to meet some of my friends who were at some singer/songwriter's show. we met my friends upstairs on the balcony and i made introductions. they all hit it off with her too. we wanted some time alone to keep talking, so we stepped in and started a game of pool. as we played, the show started downstairs. neither of us really had any interest in the band, so we stayed upstairs. soon, we were all alone - lots of flirty glances, smiling, getting closer to one another while handing over the cue. we finished one game and started another. she had to pee and we both walked through the long dark empty upstairs bar to where the stall was. i knew what was on both of our minds at the time - fuck, the sex in the air was palpable!! both of our hormones were fucking raging man! she went in to the single stall room and i waited outside for my turn. she came out and i went in, passing her closely, smiling and looking into those strong and overwhelmingly sexy light hazel eyes the whole time. i came out and we walked a little bit back towards the pool table. she gently grabbed my fingers and pulled me closer to her. we kissed with such intensity right away! my hands found themselves on the sides of her face and neck, hers were traveling all over my body - back to ass to hips to front and back. my hands, as if getting permission from her hands, grabbed her ass. Z pulled me in hard and we stumbled backwards into the entrance of an empty dj booth. her back was now against the wall and i slipped one of my legs high up between hers. "hey guys, are you coming down?!" a friend called, way closer than we thought haha. reluctantly, we separated, kinda laughed, and i took her hand. we went down the steep stairs and outside right away and shared a smoke with some friends of mine. the whole time Z and i were very openly toying with one another. kisses across the table, lip-licking, sexy look-up-and-downs, smiling - just being absurdly flirty! we stayed for a bit and heard the conversation, but neither of us was really listening. there was a narrow cobblestone walkway to an alley behind the bar. Z kept eying it, eventually throwing my attention at it too. i think we somehow non-verbally communicated that we'd both get up on a nod and take a little walk. nod. nod. up we got. we said we'd be right back and walked hand-in-hand down the walkway. there were old red-brick highrise apartments lined with iron fire escapes on the other side and i saw a few lights on and windows open, but most of the apartments were dark. we walked all the way down until space opened up to our left and right. there was only a tour bus and dumpsters in our vicinity - no real light to speak of besides the interrupted dim lights by the back doors of all the other buildings in the alley. i led her to the front of the tour bus, pushed her back up to it, and we came together again and started right where we had left off before. kissing as passionately as ever our hands got a little braver. as if following a script, i began to round the bases and she met me at each step. i kissed and bit her neck as i felt high under her tight black shirt. her tits were amazing! firm yet plush 36Ds. her dark skin felt so hot and soft. she pulled up my shirt and pressed her own belly against mine. her heat was catching. she again pulled me close, straddled my thigh and started grinding up against me, moans escaping her lips like music. i reached around her ass and thigh and began to rub her from behind. she almost collapsed in my arms at my first hard rub. she began to kiss and bite my neck roughly as she groped for one of my tits. i rubbed her hard over her pants  from front to back, occasionally rubbing a broad circle over her entire pussy. i could totally feel her dampness through her jeans! we were leaning against the front of the tour bus, me crouched a little bit to reach all of her from behind. i stood up, and kissing her hard, spun her around so she was now pinning me against the tour bus. she said, "oh fuuuuck." i reached down between her legs from the front and had but a second there before she quickly unzipped her jeans and shoved my hand down them. she was commando and a hot, silky, extremely wet, shaved pussy greeted me. i could practically feel her clit throbbing with each gentle teasing touch - she was so swollen and ready. i reached deeper into her pants trying to reach her wanting cunt. we had wiggle her pants and underwear down a bit. kissing the whole time, my hand never came off of her hot pussy as i helped her pull them down with my free hand. once access was granted, i rubbed her from back to front, cupping my hand, putting pressure on all of her. her wetness, swollenness, and moans were making me moan like crazy! to this day i wonder what we sounded like! i went to kiss her neck again and saw someone over Z's shoulder. just. walking. i paused and Z did too. her pants still down a bit, one of my hands on her ass, the other all over her pussy. neither party said anything and he continued to walk out of sight (presumably out of the alley). we were both like, "shiiiit." but it didn't stop us. we laughed it off and began kissing again. my hand still firmly on her pussy, i found her hungry hole and one finger rode the water-slide in. i felt her muscles immediately contract as her pussy gripped my finger. not going too deep, i pulled back out and rubbed her wetness back up to her clit. again, the moaning - deep and guttural, yet so soft and sweet. i slid down the front of the bus and pulled her pants down a little farther; her whole ass now exposed, she took her arms and spread them out in 45 degree angles up, hands flat against the bus. i fucked her a few times using two fingers now, her whole body began quaking. i could feel her wetness getting all over my palm. a barrage of breathy "fuck yeah. right there. oh yeah."s i pulled out and furiously rubbed her clit around in tight circles - she was so slippery! i slipped my index and middle finger back in her tight swollen cunt, my thumb throttling her clit back and forth matching the in and out. i could feel strong little contractions at the opening of her pussy as i fucked her. both of our breathing became more rapid. she bent forward, her forehead landed on my shoulder and let out a loud, "aaahh shit!" she grabbed my hand by the wrist and pushed me in deeper, faster, and harder. i had zero control over my hand as she thrust it into herself and came. her pussy now spasming rapidly in climax, she held me firmly and deeply inside of her, riding it til the end. somehow, being all consumed in the fucking coming fury, i failed to notice she bit down hard on my neck as she climaxed. i only noticed her letting up (and the highly commented-on mid-lateral neck bruise that lasted well into week 2!). she caught her breath between kisses and we fastened her pants back up. i was so enormously turned on and drenched at that moment, but her coming was somewhat of a release for me too. once all buttoned-up, we held each other tightly and kissed some more - sweeter, lighter, less-urgent kisses. after a minute we came apart and hand-in-hand, emerged from the alley and returned to the street front. everyone who was there when we left was there again and was smirking at us, giving us that "omniscient look." we just returned the silly smiles all around and actually engaged in the conversation this time. 

...a week later, i found myself in awe of her big black cock and the incredibly sexy shadows we cast on the walls together!

my cell smells like pusdy.

i'd love to know the proportion of people who touch themselves while driving. to climax or otherwise. i've known many girls who have done both. me? never to climax as i need a partner or a strong vibrator. i wonder if it's more common in women too, as nothing needs to be out of our pants.
just a totally random thought...hmm.

commitment...

so i have been seeing a new girl quite a bit since being back in town. i think we've hung out 6 times now and she digs me - aka wants to be in a (purely monogamous) relationship with me. i've been open with her from the beginning about my intentions to stay single as i have had very little opportunity to get to know the single-me (only 6 months in many many years). presently i find the prospect of commitment to be an enormous turn off! i am not entirely sure why. perhaps my experience in them. even when i was in an exclusively monogamous relationship, i found it exceedingly difficult to not think about being with other people. i wanted to still fuck and date and fuck lots of people. now that i'm single, i am finding it hard to meet girls who accept this different notion of commitment. i'm sure it's largely a product of conservative midwest values, but it bugs me to the core! there IS a significant difference between cheating and non-monogamy and i wish more people could grasp this simple notion.

it may be better expressed by mr. dan savage...

Monogamy Vs. Commitment

AC: When I told people I was interviewing you, they all said ask, “Him his thoughts on monogamy,” because that is something that comes up every now and again in your podcast. It makes visits fairly often.

DS: Well, it’s usually the problem. I don’t think everyone should be in a non-monogamous relationship. I’m not prescriptive about it. I’m in a non-monogamous relationship and that’s dangerous for a gay male couple with kids to say out loud, right? Because people assume a level of promiscuity that appalls even me. I’ve been here in Bloomington for eight weeks and I haven’t touched anybody. Not that I didn’t want to! A lot of really cute guys here in Bloomington, but that’s not the way I roll.

The problem with monogamy is we’re not any good at it. How many Elliot Spitzers, David Bitters, Bill Clintons, John Edwards… How many times do we have to watch the same story, watch the same play before we realize that it’s in the script?

Everyone, even if you’re going to be monogamous, needs to acknowledge that monogamy is not natural and it’s not easy. Love doesn’t mean that you don’t want to sleep with other people. Love means, if you make a monogamous commitment, means you will refrain from sleeping with other people. You will still wannna – and you will wanna bad – and you will both wanna. Women get away with pretending they never wanna.

We have put a lie at the heart of all of our long-term romantic relationships and then we wonder why they fall apart. Two people are looking at each other and lying to each other every day about something very important, and they both know that the other is lying every day. Then they don’t trust each other, oddly enough, after all that lying back and forth. It’s so much healthier just to acknowledge, even if you are going to make a monogamous commitment, that that is going to be an effort and there will be consequences to that. There are consequences to non-monogamy.

When the non-monogamous relationship falls apart, everyone blames non-monogamy. When a monogamous relationship falls apart, nobody blames monogamy. I have observed so many relationships that were otherwise decent that could have survived for the long haul if people had just been allowed to be off leash every once in a while – which does not mean anything goes. “You say you’re not monogamous. Oh, so that means you can sleep with anybody, anytime, anywhere?” No. No. “You’re monogamous. Do you sleep with each other anytime, anywhere that you want?” No.

Monogamy is stupid and people are bad at it. That’s what I think. It doesn’t work. We have the divorce rate to prove it. We have David Arquette and Courtney Cox now. You can’t open a magazine, you can’t leave the house without hearing about people cheating on each other. If we continue to define cheating on each other as a divorce-level, breakup-level offense, we are packing our relationships with dynamite and blowing them up over and over and over again. I think a relationship should be able to survive a routine infidelity, because infidelity is routine. We need to reconceive how we regard it. The problem is – now I’m going to rant.

AC: Go for it!

DS: For most of recorded human history, men weren’t supposed to be monogamous. It was required. They had concubines. They had whores. They had mistresses. They had more than one wife. Monogamy was really for women and all about paternal anxiety and assuaging that – enslaving women, really. It was about control. To the credit of our species, it took us however many tens of thousands of years before we realized that wasn’t egalitarian, and about 60 years ago we decided to make it fairzies.

But we made a big mistake. Rather than giving women the same latitude and freedom that men had enjoyed, we said men had to now hew to the monogamous ideal that had been imposed on women. It has been a disaster for straight people and straight relationships, and the children of straight people. Disaster.

Confrontation From Serial Monogamists

AC: What sort of backlash have you had to deal with, with those views? I’m sure stuff came your way.

DS: Oh yeah. People freak out. You know, my favorite kind of letter is… I say I’m in a relationship that’s not monogamous. I still love my husband, boyfriend – husband in Canada, boyfriend in America – I love him passionately. We have a great, amazing sex life that is 98% just the two of us. And I get these letters, monogamists, insisting that we don’t love each other, that we’re not committed to each other, that we couldn’t possibly love each other if we are having sex with other people.

So many of these letters end with, “And I know what I’m talking about because every one of my relationships has been monogamous.” What they’re saying then is they have started and ended and started and ended. They are serial monogamists, that when they get bored and need a little variety, they end a relationship and then move on.

I found a way to stay in my relationship and keep it happy and healthy and long haul, and I’m doing something wrong. And you, every one of your relationships has been monogamous, you’re doing it right? Because we value monogamy over commitment.

upcoming ink!

i've been wanting this tattoo for about a year now, but either i felt that the time was not appropriate or i lacked the expendable funds. i stumbled upon the design quite randomly in a historical text on paganism in bronze-age western europe which depicted stone carvings of all types of labyrinths. i was instantly captivated by one picture in particular and have meditated on the symbolism held within it. it's a sacred ancient symbol that represents so so much in a simple design. for starters, there is only one path which travels from outside within and back out again, though always going forward. although at first it appears similar, the labyrinth is not a maze as it lacks dead-ends and options in direction. to me, this pattern is so rich in meaning. i also thought about how it represented our journey as individuals, the learning of self-awareness, and projection of that knowledge back outward. this process occurs throughout all of our lives and in some more than others. the fact that there is only one path which takes drastic 180 degree turns is also very dear to me, as i seem to follow this one path which seems right at all times, regardless of major changes in direction and/or location. my belief in the interconnectedness of every living thing in this universe is also represented, as is birth (life) and death. i see this most closely in the center, where lines cross. i'm not big on numerology, but the number 7 is represented in this labyrinth and supposedly represents the 7 chakras (life energies). the way taken by tracing the path also leads to the 5th - pure mind - at the center. i've definitely found a certain internal centering which has come from meditating on this ancient symbol and can't wait to have it on me at all times!!

purpose, direction, energy, life, death, concentration, breath, form, self-identity, consciousness, projection

interestingly, since seeing it about a year ago for the first time, i've encountered it randomly several times without seeking it out in the slightest way. all the more reason i feel compelled to get it! now all i have to think about is how big do i want it and where to place it - upper back, shoulder, or on my deltoid?

my new body modification

i seriously have tons on my mind, but will exclude most of it for now and talk about my new piercings because i'm in love with them!

i finally got my nips pierced! i've been with 4 girls in the past 6 months who had them and was a little apprehensive personally about getting it done for months. i didn't have sensitive nipples to begin with and heard all positive feedback in that department from my lady friends. so i began seriously considering it and went back and forth - often even in the same day. well, impulse got the best of me last thursday! i was going to meet a buddy of mine for a few drinks that night but picked him up instead and made him come with me to the tatoo/piercing place a friend recommended. i signed all the paperwork and went into the piercing room - alone. i was sweating my ass off, but otherwise calm. i knew it might pinch, but really didn't worry about it as it'd be over in a second. the piercer made me undress and stand facing her while she marked both sides of my nipples. when she was doing this, she mentioned how incredibly calm i was. i took a seat in the chair and she asked if i was ready. "let's do this!" i said. she put the clamp on my left nipple and took the needle and barbell and stick it up to my skin. on cue i took a deep breath and she proceeded to insert the needle. i was immediately taken over by this intense indescribable heat throughout my torso/abdomen and pain in my left nipple. one down! she attached the ball to the end of the barbell. the intense heat had passed shortly afterward, but i could feel my heart racing and sweat rolled down my side from under my tits. she asked if i was ready for number two. i told her to give me a second. she then asked if i was feeling dizzy. i wasn't, but i needed to just breathe for a second, as i had the feeling this second one would be worse now that i knew what to expect. i took about 20-30 seconds to recuperate, then said i was ready. the clamp was placed on rightie and again i was directed to take a deep breath. i inhaled real deeply this time, ready for the pain. again the heat came immediately as she pierced my skin and pushed the needle through. it seemed less painful than the first but just as crazy intense! i was glad it was over and could finally look down once she attached the ball. i was shocked that there was no blood at all! i got dressed and came out of the bright little room. my buddy was amazed that it was already done. we then went out as planned - starting with 3 improv shots of whiskey for my nipples! all night i could feel a tight, stingy sensation, occasionally i felt a pinchy pain. we had only intended on going out for a few beers and chatting, but ended up going to a newly opened gay bar when the first place got douchey around 11pm, meeting two super cool gay boys (and of course me showing off my tits to them), the bar closing, and us taking our two new friends back to my buddy's place! wasn't exactly the best idea to party or pierce the night before a super crowded new year's eve funk/soul dance party, but c'est la vie...
so without further ado...here's mah new and improved titties!!

still a nice fucking RACK!

*right after piercing*

i can't wait for them to heal entirely so i (and others) can play with em! i'm extremely pleased with my decision to get them done. another piercing i've been considering for a while is a vertical hood OR the triangle. the latter is the most invasive female genital piercing involving the clit - it essentially goes behind clitty and through your hood. i'd really need to do some research on my potential piercer, since many do not perform it due to inexperience and/or the higher amount of risk involved. it's all for pleasure though and in my opinion so worth the risk if i find the right person!