It has been over 2 years since I started this blog, and I've talked to and met countless of people who've told me how much they enjoy reading my stories, thoughts and rants about sex. I've always thought that this was a personal blog, that no one would be interested in what I have to say, until I found more and more letters, more comments, more people chatting with me, not just for advice, but more for the friendship (and possibly a lucky lay?), and to maybe find out if I was actually real, not some bimbo with a Ph.D writing sex fiction.
Yes, I am an actual real person. I am flawed and ordinary, just like the rest of you. Outside this world of cyberspace, I eat, breathe, live, fuck, have fun, cry, shit, talk, argue, get angry...I am not this super heroine that some of you have described me to be.
But I digress...to my readers, I would like to ask you this question: what attracts you to read my blog? Am I some sort of specimen that you all are trying to dissect, some sort of outer-space being because I don't fit in the "norm" of a typical human female? Or am I some sort of fantasy for all of you (both men and women), to imagine while alone in your room, stroking yourself until you get into a little bit of heavenly orgasm? Are you reading my thoughts to see if I would catch myself in a lie, exposing myself as a possible fraud?
Or are you intrigued by what I really have to say?
I've wondered what brings people here to this simple blog of mine, with my intricate thoughts, what they were looking for when they found it, and what made them stay?
So really the question is: What brought you to this blog and what draws you back to it, again and again?
As all of you know, I love getting comments from my readers, and even if it's anonymous, I would love to hear what you all have to say...If you don't feel comfortable, just shoot me an e-mail at sex.confessions69@gmail.com.
I look forward to your thoughts, readers...until then, I bid you all adieu (until the next Sexcapade Files installment! :-))
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Sexcapade Files #43: Porn Star of the Evening – The Sex Club Experience #2 (Part I)
This past October, I went back home for a close friend's wedding and to spend some times with friends and family who I hadn't seen in almost a year. Although the main objective was to catch up and reminisce with people and places of my past, I also had another ulterior motive with my sex agenda – to fully experience THE SEX CLUB.
If all of you can recall, sometime in 2009 I wrote about my first sex club experience that occurred about five years ago with my friend Jesse, the BDSM subservient slave with a massive foot fetish. This time, however, I went with my friend Eleanor, a close friend of mine from high school, who wanted to experience a new side of sex that she hadn't fully explored before.
And so began our journey into a “dark side” of sex – and what resulted was something I had never imagined beyond my wildest fantasies.
The sex club we went to was the same club, although it had changed ownership and location within the past few years. This “new” sex club was different in very many ways – it was as if it downgraded itself a bit, because the quality of the club wasn't as good as it was five years ago.
It had moved to a different location in a different ghetto locale of the city, right in the heart of “Hooker-ville”. The building itself used to be a local strip club, which was something very apparent as you stepped inside – what greeted me was a dimly-lit room with a very high, sloped ceiling, the room dotted with spots of “candlelight". I passed by shadows and silhouettes of men and women sitting on rows of couches and low-sloped chairs, watching intently at the main attraction of the room – two women and a man – all naked and very attractive - were gyrating their hips against each other on a brightly-lit runway, a woman wrapping her legs and pulsing her ass to a stripper pole, the man muscular and oiled, his hands grabbing onto one of the woman's breasts, his other hand on his large and shiny cock, stroking it up and down while he humped to the beat of some techno pop music.
As my friend and I walked through the strip-show room to walk upstairs, we past by people sitting on benches against the wall of what looked like a long balcony for people to watch the show. I observed these people as I walked past - men were stroking their proudly-standing cocks out in the open, women (and men) were bent over in the act of sucking cock, or sucking breasts – it was just like I remembered five years ago.
From that long balcony, we walked into another hallway that showcased open rooms – in one room, there was that same circular black leather bed which I coveted five years ago, watching that hot BDSM scene where a master was punishing his slave with a leather whip. The room was bare except for a few masks on the walls, the off-white brick color reflecting yellow tints of light onto a couple fucking on that same leather bed, her legs spread-eagle as a man fucked her missionary style. The other rooms I walked into were set up the same way – the brick walls painted an off-white color and left almost bare except for a few knickknacks on the walls, the warm yellow light conveying a seedy sex hotel atmosphere.
Another room we walked into was the masturbation room – the walls were covered with velvety blush magenta drapes, white leather couches lined the walls, and small television sets were playing porno movies. A few men were sitting there, watching the screens, jerking themselves off in the open without noticing or caring of the onlookers passing by.
The more I walked around, the more my heart sank, as this isn't what I had remembered. However, I still had hope...and I hoped greatly for some kind of excitement that evening.
We went downstairs and strolled into the basement. As from the last experience, I remembered the basement as being the “dungeon”, and it was in a sense – only it was a cheap imitation “dungeon” from what I remembered. This new dungeon was a long, black hallway, lit only by small florescent white lights dashing the ceiling. On my right side was a room with large glass windows – and as I peered inside of the room, I saw a man, fully clothed, lying faced-down on a black spanking horse (just like the ones from the original club), while two large bear-doms wearing all black, fedoras on their heads, were paddling and whipping this man. A handful of observers were sitting on chairs on either side of the room, watching quietly as he was being punished. I stood there transfixed, hearing this man's screams and moans, the claps of paddles, and the swish of whips echo through the glass windows, made me realize that I was getting very horny.
While walking down the hallway, I noticed black cubicles lined up against the wall that almost looked like fitting room stalls - only these were more rectangular, the rooms themselves did not have doors, and velvet ropes blocked the entrances (I learned later on that these stalls used to be private lap dance stalls.). Peering into them, I noticed that these too were bare as well – subtle black walls stood as a backdrop for a painting, a mask or prop as its decoration; however, it was not lacking with sex – men and women were being fucked in them in full view, men licking pussy, women sucking cocks, their bodies sweating from the sexual heat in the room. There were crowds of people standing to watch, bodies so close together that it was as if we were all magnetized by the sexual tension in the air, everyone hushed and silent, the only thing you could hear were the sounds of heavy breathing, moans, screams, slaps, and whispers.
Eleanor and I edged ourselves into the crowd, where I found the perfect spot to watch – crouched in the corner of an open stall, right underneath the velvet rope. Inside the stall, a man was fucking his girl doggy-style, both were haphazardly in a state of undress, his hips pumping into her, as he grabbed her exposed breasts with his hands as she moaned, her back arching, sweat rolling down her face.
Wow, was it hot...it was so hot that I really wished that I had my own that night...
As I was watching, a young, muscular Latin man with dark skin was standing next to me, his condom-covered cock peeking from the fly of his jeans. I wasn't really eying him directly, but looking at him through my peripheral vision, I noticed he was pretty sexy – short-brown hair, caramel-color skin, the hard knots of muscles bulging as his arm gripped his average-sized cock. It just made me lust over him even more, watching this sexy man stroke himself and watching the couple fucking inside the stall was so tempting, but I was too shy to proposition anyone for action.
Until something surprising happened: I felt a finger tap me on the shoulder.
I turned my head, and there he was – that sexy muscular Latin man stood over me, holding his cock in his hands, his eyes staring down at me.
And then, this slipped out of my mouth:
“Can I suck your cock?”
And that, was just the beginning...
Part II in a few days!!
If all of you can recall, sometime in 2009 I wrote about my first sex club experience that occurred about five years ago with my friend Jesse, the BDSM subservient slave with a massive foot fetish. This time, however, I went with my friend Eleanor, a close friend of mine from high school, who wanted to experience a new side of sex that she hadn't fully explored before.
And so began our journey into a “dark side” of sex – and what resulted was something I had never imagined beyond my wildest fantasies.
The sex club we went to was the same club, although it had changed ownership and location within the past few years. This “new” sex club was different in very many ways – it was as if it downgraded itself a bit, because the quality of the club wasn't as good as it was five years ago.
It had moved to a different location in a different ghetto locale of the city, right in the heart of “Hooker-ville”. The building itself used to be a local strip club, which was something very apparent as you stepped inside – what greeted me was a dimly-lit room with a very high, sloped ceiling, the room dotted with spots of “candlelight". I passed by shadows and silhouettes of men and women sitting on rows of couches and low-sloped chairs, watching intently at the main attraction of the room – two women and a man – all naked and very attractive - were gyrating their hips against each other on a brightly-lit runway, a woman wrapping her legs and pulsing her ass to a stripper pole, the man muscular and oiled, his hands grabbing onto one of the woman's breasts, his other hand on his large and shiny cock, stroking it up and down while he humped to the beat of some techno pop music.
As my friend and I walked through the strip-show room to walk upstairs, we past by people sitting on benches against the wall of what looked like a long balcony for people to watch the show. I observed these people as I walked past - men were stroking their proudly-standing cocks out in the open, women (and men) were bent over in the act of sucking cock, or sucking breasts – it was just like I remembered five years ago.
From that long balcony, we walked into another hallway that showcased open rooms – in one room, there was that same circular black leather bed which I coveted five years ago, watching that hot BDSM scene where a master was punishing his slave with a leather whip. The room was bare except for a few masks on the walls, the off-white brick color reflecting yellow tints of light onto a couple fucking on that same leather bed, her legs spread-eagle as a man fucked her missionary style. The other rooms I walked into were set up the same way – the brick walls painted an off-white color and left almost bare except for a few knickknacks on the walls, the warm yellow light conveying a seedy sex hotel atmosphere.
Another room we walked into was the masturbation room – the walls were covered with velvety blush magenta drapes, white leather couches lined the walls, and small television sets were playing porno movies. A few men were sitting there, watching the screens, jerking themselves off in the open without noticing or caring of the onlookers passing by.
The more I walked around, the more my heart sank, as this isn't what I had remembered. However, I still had hope...and I hoped greatly for some kind of excitement that evening.
We went downstairs and strolled into the basement. As from the last experience, I remembered the basement as being the “dungeon”, and it was in a sense – only it was a cheap imitation “dungeon” from what I remembered. This new dungeon was a long, black hallway, lit only by small florescent white lights dashing the ceiling. On my right side was a room with large glass windows – and as I peered inside of the room, I saw a man, fully clothed, lying faced-down on a black spanking horse (just like the ones from the original club), while two large bear-doms wearing all black, fedoras on their heads, were paddling and whipping this man. A handful of observers were sitting on chairs on either side of the room, watching quietly as he was being punished. I stood there transfixed, hearing this man's screams and moans, the claps of paddles, and the swish of whips echo through the glass windows, made me realize that I was getting very horny.
While walking down the hallway, I noticed black cubicles lined up against the wall that almost looked like fitting room stalls - only these were more rectangular, the rooms themselves did not have doors, and velvet ropes blocked the entrances (I learned later on that these stalls used to be private lap dance stalls.). Peering into them, I noticed that these too were bare as well – subtle black walls stood as a backdrop for a painting, a mask or prop as its decoration; however, it was not lacking with sex – men and women were being fucked in them in full view, men licking pussy, women sucking cocks, their bodies sweating from the sexual heat in the room. There were crowds of people standing to watch, bodies so close together that it was as if we were all magnetized by the sexual tension in the air, everyone hushed and silent, the only thing you could hear were the sounds of heavy breathing, moans, screams, slaps, and whispers.
Eleanor and I edged ourselves into the crowd, where I found the perfect spot to watch – crouched in the corner of an open stall, right underneath the velvet rope. Inside the stall, a man was fucking his girl doggy-style, both were haphazardly in a state of undress, his hips pumping into her, as he grabbed her exposed breasts with his hands as she moaned, her back arching, sweat rolling down her face.
Wow, was it hot...it was so hot that I really wished that I had my own that night...
As I was watching, a young, muscular Latin man with dark skin was standing next to me, his condom-covered cock peeking from the fly of his jeans. I wasn't really eying him directly, but looking at him through my peripheral vision, I noticed he was pretty sexy – short-brown hair, caramel-color skin, the hard knots of muscles bulging as his arm gripped his average-sized cock. It just made me lust over him even more, watching this sexy man stroke himself and watching the couple fucking inside the stall was so tempting, but I was too shy to proposition anyone for action.
Until something surprising happened: I felt a finger tap me on the shoulder.
I turned my head, and there he was – that sexy muscular Latin man stood over me, holding his cock in his hands, his eyes staring down at me.
And then, this slipped out of my mouth:
“Can I suck your cock?”
And that, was just the beginning...
Part II in a few days!!
Monday, April 11, 2011
Saturday, April 9, 2011
LBFM Syndrome
A few months ago, I was at the office with my boss when he had mentioned this little phone conversation he had with a friend. At the time, I was still my boss' employee and he had told his friend that he had hired a Filipino woman (which was me):
“He told me to watch out for you,” he growled in his Brooklyn accent. “And he asked if I was fucking you. I totally denied it, since it could ruin me,” he said. (He used the Bill Clinton mentality of “I did not have sexual relations with that woman!” which technically worked, since at this point, he “technically” wasn't fucking me.)
“Why?” I asked, eying him.
“He said you people are 'little brown fucking machines,'” he smirked.
At that point, it was like a light bulb turned on over my head. So that's the correct terminology to describe me, a “little brown fucking machine” (or an LBFM for short)?!
I didn't believe that the term "LBFM" existed until one day, Lexxi and I decided to search up the term on Google, just because we were bored, and there it was – a link of sexy Filipino women in bikinis with cum shots all over their faces, sucking cock – just my type of people. LOL
I knew that my people LOVE to fuck, they love sex more than eating and getting drunk. However, to simplify my Filipino womanhood to a short, stereotypical label is somewhat misleading in a way, even though I proudly wear the label on my chest and would probably tattoo it on myself eventually.
The reason why the LBFM label is a bit misleading, is mainly because of the fact that Filipinos are actually very RESTRAINED. Men are restrained to fit a certain label, to be macho and dominant, and women are supposed to be subservient, quiet, chaste and virginal.
It is odd to find any Filipino male or female to be so open about their sexuality, their sexual fetishes (even in the homosexual realm, but that has loosened up a bit within the past few decades). Most porno that I find from the Philippines are within the realms of vanilla sex – the most that they probably do are a threesome, with a girl sandwiched in the middle. It would be rare to see a woman being the dominant one controlling the man – every Filipino porno seems the same, it's just the actors who are different.
Although I am proud of my Filipino heritage and would wave the “3 Stars and the Sun” proudly along with the “Stars & Stripes”, I find that by being Filipino (or Asian, take your pick), it tends to limit your own capabilities as a human being. In regards to sex, it is even more limited to what you can do since you don't want to lose face among your fellow “countrymen” who probably are watching your every move when you least expect it.
Why should it matter? Why should what people say stop you from running your own life?
Whatever serves your fancy in the large buffet line of sex, no matter what people say, you should do what you want. It doesn't matter in the end, just enjoy life and fuck like there is no tomorrow.
That should make yourself look better if, hypothetically, the world ended tomorrow - at least those “haters” who were talking shit about you the day before about your fucking can't say much...who will regret not getting fucked before the world ended when they were too busy talking shit about you?? LOL
So I guess you can say I suffer from LBFM Syndrome – I honestly don't care about what people think because it is my life - I love fucking, I love learning new things about sex, I love sex in general - why hide it when I know I'm a sex fiend? I will take the negativity of being restrained in my Filipino culture, turn it around, and be the person I want to be.
There should be an LBFM Anonymous group, and I could definitely lead it: "Hi, my name is Veronica, and I'm an LBFM." LMAO
What can I say, I am brown, chinky, and I LOVE TO FUCK!! Who said being an LBFM is a bad thing? :-)
“He told me to watch out for you,” he growled in his Brooklyn accent. “And he asked if I was fucking you. I totally denied it, since it could ruin me,” he said. (He used the Bill Clinton mentality of “I did not have sexual relations with that woman!” which technically worked, since at this point, he “technically” wasn't fucking me.)
“Why?” I asked, eying him.
“He said you people are 'little brown fucking machines,'” he smirked.
At that point, it was like a light bulb turned on over my head. So that's the correct terminology to describe me, a “little brown fucking machine” (or an LBFM for short)?!
I didn't believe that the term "LBFM" existed until one day, Lexxi and I decided to search up the term on Google, just because we were bored, and there it was – a link of sexy Filipino women in bikinis with cum shots all over their faces, sucking cock – just my type of people. LOL
I knew that my people LOVE to fuck, they love sex more than eating and getting drunk. However, to simplify my Filipino womanhood to a short, stereotypical label is somewhat misleading in a way, even though I proudly wear the label on my chest and would probably tattoo it on myself eventually.
The reason why the LBFM label is a bit misleading, is mainly because of the fact that Filipinos are actually very RESTRAINED. Men are restrained to fit a certain label, to be macho and dominant, and women are supposed to be subservient, quiet, chaste and virginal.
It is odd to find any Filipino male or female to be so open about their sexuality, their sexual fetishes (even in the homosexual realm, but that has loosened up a bit within the past few decades). Most porno that I find from the Philippines are within the realms of vanilla sex – the most that they probably do are a threesome, with a girl sandwiched in the middle. It would be rare to see a woman being the dominant one controlling the man – every Filipino porno seems the same, it's just the actors who are different.
Although I am proud of my Filipino heritage and would wave the “3 Stars and the Sun” proudly along with the “Stars & Stripes”, I find that by being Filipino (or Asian, take your pick), it tends to limit your own capabilities as a human being. In regards to sex, it is even more limited to what you can do since you don't want to lose face among your fellow “countrymen” who probably are watching your every move when you least expect it.
Why should it matter? Why should what people say stop you from running your own life?
Whatever serves your fancy in the large buffet line of sex, no matter what people say, you should do what you want. It doesn't matter in the end, just enjoy life and fuck like there is no tomorrow.
That should make yourself look better if, hypothetically, the world ended tomorrow - at least those “haters” who were talking shit about you the day before about your fucking can't say much...who will regret not getting fucked before the world ended when they were too busy talking shit about you?? LOL
So I guess you can say I suffer from LBFM Syndrome – I honestly don't care about what people think because it is my life - I love fucking, I love learning new things about sex, I love sex in general - why hide it when I know I'm a sex fiend? I will take the negativity of being restrained in my Filipino culture, turn it around, and be the person I want to be.
There should be an LBFM Anonymous group, and I could definitely lead it: "Hi, my name is Veronica, and I'm an LBFM." LMAO
What can I say, I am brown, chinky, and I LOVE TO FUCK!! Who said being an LBFM is a bad thing? :-)
Friday, April 8, 2011
Sexcapade Files #42: The Jackrabbit
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Cunnilingus Craving
For some reason, I've been craving the feeling of getting head lately. You know, like a really good ol'-fashioned lick-n-squirt, some guy into my pussy pulling back my butterfly (thanks Jason Mraz), nose-deep into my pussy, licking, flicking, touching, sucking and finger-thrusting my pussy away, until I my back arches, my whimpers turn into screams, and my pussy muscles clench so hard around his fingers, that it goes on for minutes, and then add in an extra squirt or two as a bonus.
Ahhh...cunnilingus...I sure miss you.
I guess you can say that my boss gave it to me really well, so well that I never had it that good before. He knew how to touch and get me off, over and over again...
However...I don't think I've met my "ideal" pussy eater yet.
I know how to get myself off pretty well, but most men don't realize that I might be part of that 10% of the female population (and I might be generous) who gets off pretty easily. If you touch me right, I'll get off in less than 10 minutes flat, squirting everywhere, my pussy dripping with sticky, creamy cum.
The only problem is that I enjoy being taken not to the brink, but ideally, a delayed orgasm, slowly bringing myself up almost to the brink, then slowing down, to get myself "almost" to that point, and repeating the process a few more times until I feel I can't take the delayed response and pressure anymore, cumming so much that it was like I catapulted myself to the moon.
That's how I really like to cum.
There are so many guys out there who think that it's about getting to the destination, being able to come. But have they really realized that the fun is not getting to the destination, but the journey as well?
I guess I'm trying to bring in the concept of "stopping and smelling the flowers" into the subject of sex.
It's been so crazy for me lately, I've been craving my ideal cunnilingus session so much that I'm constantly watching pornos of guys giving girls head lately. Most of them are really horrible, but the good ones actually take time, at least 10 minutes at most, and it's such a turn-on. I really, really want to be eaten like that!
I would want to be eaten slowly, but first licking anywhere around my pubic area BUT my clit - the sides of my pelvis, the outer lips, the inner thighs...licking and nipping and tickling and sucking those parts BEFORE the clit. These are things that I do while masterbating, but for some reason, every guy I've doing things with thinks they have the hit the clit first.
Then, after a few minutes of torturing me without touching my clit, THEN head for the goods, but softly on the clit - no hard sucking, no biting, no hard pressing. Just light licks here and there, softly touching me, would really get me off. After that, try to vary it, but gradually getting me off in that soft touch, touching me in those spots that aren't the clit itself, but the sides about an inch from the clit, just close to the pussy hole, really get me off.
Touching there actually gets me off more than my clit itself, actually.
Then I want someone to lick my pussy softly, digging his tongue into me, licking my butterfly flaps...and then dipping his tongue into my hole, lapping up the moisture, feeling it turn from wetness to sticky cum, not even touching my clit at all, but making me work to get to an orgasm, and then slowing down a bit to work me to another one again...
All in all, not even getting me off enough to squeeze my pussy muscles to a flying orgasm until I feel like I'm ready for the floodgates to be opened.
I really want one of these, I need a man who knows how to do it just like this...
Can you tell that I'm obsessed at the moment?? LOL
Ahhh...cunnilingus...I sure miss you.
I guess you can say that my boss gave it to me really well, so well that I never had it that good before. He knew how to touch and get me off, over and over again...
However...I don't think I've met my "ideal" pussy eater yet.
I know how to get myself off pretty well, but most men don't realize that I might be part of that 10% of the female population (and I might be generous) who gets off pretty easily. If you touch me right, I'll get off in less than 10 minutes flat, squirting everywhere, my pussy dripping with sticky, creamy cum.
The only problem is that I enjoy being taken not to the brink, but ideally, a delayed orgasm, slowly bringing myself up almost to the brink, then slowing down, to get myself "almost" to that point, and repeating the process a few more times until I feel I can't take the delayed response and pressure anymore, cumming so much that it was like I catapulted myself to the moon.
That's how I really like to cum.
There are so many guys out there who think that it's about getting to the destination, being able to come. But have they really realized that the fun is not getting to the destination, but the journey as well?
I guess I'm trying to bring in the concept of "stopping and smelling the flowers" into the subject of sex.
It's been so crazy for me lately, I've been craving my ideal cunnilingus session so much that I'm constantly watching pornos of guys giving girls head lately. Most of them are really horrible, but the good ones actually take time, at least 10 minutes at most, and it's such a turn-on. I really, really want to be eaten like that!
I would want to be eaten slowly, but first licking anywhere around my pubic area BUT my clit - the sides of my pelvis, the outer lips, the inner thighs...licking and nipping and tickling and sucking those parts BEFORE the clit. These are things that I do while masterbating, but for some reason, every guy I've doing things with thinks they have the hit the clit first.
Then, after a few minutes of torturing me without touching my clit, THEN head for the goods, but softly on the clit - no hard sucking, no biting, no hard pressing. Just light licks here and there, softly touching me, would really get me off. After that, try to vary it, but gradually getting me off in that soft touch, touching me in those spots that aren't the clit itself, but the sides about an inch from the clit, just close to the pussy hole, really get me off.
Touching there actually gets me off more than my clit itself, actually.
Then I want someone to lick my pussy softly, digging his tongue into me, licking my butterfly flaps...and then dipping his tongue into my hole, lapping up the moisture, feeling it turn from wetness to sticky cum, not even touching my clit at all, but making me work to get to an orgasm, and then slowing down a bit to work me to another one again...
All in all, not even getting me off enough to squeeze my pussy muscles to a flying orgasm until I feel like I'm ready for the floodgates to be opened.
I really want one of these, I need a man who knows how to do it just like this...
Can you tell that I'm obsessed at the moment?? LOL
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Sexcapade Files #40: The Conference Room Farewell
For a few weeks, I had been contemplating on quitting my job. Not that it wasn't enjoyable, especially with a boss that would turn up the heat whenever the chance came, but I felt as if I wasn't getting anywhere, that I needed to be in a place where I felt useful (besides giving my boss sexual fantasies about me squirting into his mouth, or me blowing him until he shot loads of cum into my mouth).
So I finally went to a job interview and got accepted all in a 72-hour period, and the time came for me to confront the two of them and give a short resignation. I felt really bad for quitting within such short notice, but my new job wanted me to start the next day and I felt that if I didn't stop now, the situation with the boss would get even more complicated, and I didn't want to stay there being unsuccessful at my job, but being paid to be there and blow my boss.
He and his wife were not happy about me quitting, but I explained to them that I needed to work in a field where I felt successful, and that being at this job wasn't getting me anywhere. They understood, and although they were a bit disappointed (which was understandable), it all ended in good terms.
So after the wife left to drop off my last check, my boss asked me if we could “play” one last time. And of course, I couldn't resist...
I got myself undressed in my old office and walked out naked. So I searched for him in every room, until I saw him in the conference room, he himself completely naked, and a blanket was covering the conference room table. I gasped in delight since here was one of my recent fantasies coming true!
He helped me climb onto the table, and then I laid myself down. He pulled my legs toward him, then bent down and shoved his face into my pussy. I felt his mustache whiskers roughly rub against my pussy lips, his lips puckered as he pulled and sucked on my pulsing clit, sucking and licking in circles, while I was moaning and whimpering until I felt the dam break loose and squirted all over his face.
He raised his head and stood upright, watching my body convulse through the orgasms, as he shoved his fingers into my pussy, while his other hand was stroking his hard cock. He pulsed through my pussy orgasms, more and more, until he stopped and leaned over to suck on my clit again.
After the third time of squirting on his face, he raised his head, leaned over to my head to kiss me, and as I opened my mouth to received his kiss, a warm, slightly sweet and watery liquid gushed into my mouth from his mouth, and while we kissed, I realized I swallowed a mouthful of my own squirt. And that was the first time I've tasted my own squirt before!
He raised his head from kissing me and edged his cock near my head. As I took his cock in my mouth, sucking him in that vacuum mouth that he craves, he commanded me to play with myself, and as I slid my deft fingers between my legs, rubbing my clit to another orgasm, I sucked his cock, as he shoved his torso into me, and at last I felt his cum shoot into my mouth, that salty and creamy cum right in the back of my throat and I swallowed it - every last drop. At last he pulled out when he was completely dry.
We got ourselves cleaned up and dressed, and we were both sad to think that this was the last time (in possibly a long while) before we can ever meet up again for another sexcapade. And I truly believe that he would never tell his wife about our little “secret”.
So I finally went to a job interview and got accepted all in a 72-hour period, and the time came for me to confront the two of them and give a short resignation. I felt really bad for quitting within such short notice, but my new job wanted me to start the next day and I felt that if I didn't stop now, the situation with the boss would get even more complicated, and I didn't want to stay there being unsuccessful at my job, but being paid to be there and blow my boss.
He and his wife were not happy about me quitting, but I explained to them that I needed to work in a field where I felt successful, and that being at this job wasn't getting me anywhere. They understood, and although they were a bit disappointed (which was understandable), it all ended in good terms.
So after the wife left to drop off my last check, my boss asked me if we could “play” one last time. And of course, I couldn't resist...
I got myself undressed in my old office and walked out naked. So I searched for him in every room, until I saw him in the conference room, he himself completely naked, and a blanket was covering the conference room table. I gasped in delight since here was one of my recent fantasies coming true!
He helped me climb onto the table, and then I laid myself down. He pulled my legs toward him, then bent down and shoved his face into my pussy. I felt his mustache whiskers roughly rub against my pussy lips, his lips puckered as he pulled and sucked on my pulsing clit, sucking and licking in circles, while I was moaning and whimpering until I felt the dam break loose and squirted all over his face.
He raised his head and stood upright, watching my body convulse through the orgasms, as he shoved his fingers into my pussy, while his other hand was stroking his hard cock. He pulsed through my pussy orgasms, more and more, until he stopped and leaned over to suck on my clit again.
After the third time of squirting on his face, he raised his head, leaned over to my head to kiss me, and as I opened my mouth to received his kiss, a warm, slightly sweet and watery liquid gushed into my mouth from his mouth, and while we kissed, I realized I swallowed a mouthful of my own squirt. And that was the first time I've tasted my own squirt before!
He raised his head from kissing me and edged his cock near my head. As I took his cock in my mouth, sucking him in that vacuum mouth that he craves, he commanded me to play with myself, and as I slid my deft fingers between my legs, rubbing my clit to another orgasm, I sucked his cock, as he shoved his torso into me, and at last I felt his cum shoot into my mouth, that salty and creamy cum right in the back of my throat and I swallowed it - every last drop. At last he pulled out when he was completely dry.
We got ourselves cleaned up and dressed, and we were both sad to think that this was the last time (in possibly a long while) before we can ever meet up again for another sexcapade. And I truly believe that he would never tell his wife about our little “secret”.
Sexcapade Files #39: The Photoshoot
A few days later, I was at the office with my boss, working on the usual – when my boss stops by my office and tells me that he had a little “surprise” for me.
“What is it?” I asked.
“Give me another sale today and I'll show you,” he said.
So I quickly finish up with work, when he calls me into his office and throws a plastic package at me – medium-sized fishnet stockings with a large hole at the ass.
“I want you to wear them for me,” he says.
I rush out of the room to undress and try the stockings on. They were pretty snug – so snug, that a part of the hole grew bigger since I had a hard time fitting them on. Luckily enough, I was wearing heels to work that day, so I slipped on the heels, and walked into the front reception area where he was working wearing ONLY the fishnet stockings and my heels.
“Good god, you look so sexy, my BBW slave,” he said. “Bend over so I can see your asscrack.”
At his command, I leaned over a chair with my arms, as I stuck my ass toward his face, my large breasts hanging freely. I felt his rough hands lightly massage my pussy lips and ass, then with a smart crack of his hand, spanked my ass.
“Don't look back, I'm going to take a picture of you. Is is okay?” he asked.
“Sure, as long as you don't do anything with it or show it to anyone,” I said.
I heard his camera flash and click as he posed me in a few other positions – my legs wide open, my hand on my pussy, my hands holding my breasts, then he put the camera aside and I saw his hand on my pussy.
"You want me to rub your pussy," he lustily growled at me.
"Yes, please!" I moaned.
He eyed me as he took his two fingers and shoved it into my wet pussy, then rubbing me hard with my slippery cum until I screamed, holding onto the chair. He then unzipped his pants and pulled me onto my knees.
He was still semi-hard when I took him in my mouth, but I felt that I had to conquer his cock. He has had so much experience that I wanted to hear that I was able to be on his “Top 10” list of best cock-suckers. I didn't want to fail, I WANTED TO DIVIDE AND CONQUER!!
Instead of my usual techniques, I decided to do a straight-shot suck and kept my mouth puckered in and tight, creating a vacuum, while he bobbed my head up and down on his cock with his hand. I held on to his shaft, squeezing and jerking him up and down, while my mouth created a suction so tight that within a matter of 10 minutes or so, I felt his cum shooting into my mouth, and as he ended his post-ejaculation stage, I sucked him dry until there was no more cum left to shoot for that moment.
He looked at me with a wide-eyed look and said, “Wow!! That was amazing!!”
“What are you talking about?” I queried.
“That's the second best blowjob I've ever had! The only time I've had it better was with a crackhead whore in New York in the early 90s! And of course, it's going to be hard to beat a crackhead whore...no one can,” he exclaimed.
As we ended the day, he came to my office and physically stood there, in my view, deleting pictures from his camera. He said that the pictures were all for fun, and by keeping them, it would end up messing up our careers...smart move for that man...
So I guess I've finally made his Top 10 list, but wow...a crackhead whore?!? Unbelievable...
“What is it?” I asked.
“Give me another sale today and I'll show you,” he said.
So I quickly finish up with work, when he calls me into his office and throws a plastic package at me – medium-sized fishnet stockings with a large hole at the ass.
“I want you to wear them for me,” he says.
I rush out of the room to undress and try the stockings on. They were pretty snug – so snug, that a part of the hole grew bigger since I had a hard time fitting them on. Luckily enough, I was wearing heels to work that day, so I slipped on the heels, and walked into the front reception area where he was working wearing ONLY the fishnet stockings and my heels.
“Good god, you look so sexy, my BBW slave,” he said. “Bend over so I can see your asscrack.”
At his command, I leaned over a chair with my arms, as I stuck my ass toward his face, my large breasts hanging freely. I felt his rough hands lightly massage my pussy lips and ass, then with a smart crack of his hand, spanked my ass.
“Don't look back, I'm going to take a picture of you. Is is okay?” he asked.
“Sure, as long as you don't do anything with it or show it to anyone,” I said.
I heard his camera flash and click as he posed me in a few other positions – my legs wide open, my hand on my pussy, my hands holding my breasts, then he put the camera aside and I saw his hand on my pussy.
"You want me to rub your pussy," he lustily growled at me.
"Yes, please!" I moaned.
He eyed me as he took his two fingers and shoved it into my wet pussy, then rubbing me hard with my slippery cum until I screamed, holding onto the chair. He then unzipped his pants and pulled me onto my knees.
He was still semi-hard when I took him in my mouth, but I felt that I had to conquer his cock. He has had so much experience that I wanted to hear that I was able to be on his “Top 10” list of best cock-suckers. I didn't want to fail, I WANTED TO DIVIDE AND CONQUER!!
Instead of my usual techniques, I decided to do a straight-shot suck and kept my mouth puckered in and tight, creating a vacuum, while he bobbed my head up and down on his cock with his hand. I held on to his shaft, squeezing and jerking him up and down, while my mouth created a suction so tight that within a matter of 10 minutes or so, I felt his cum shooting into my mouth, and as he ended his post-ejaculation stage, I sucked him dry until there was no more cum left to shoot for that moment.
He looked at me with a wide-eyed look and said, “Wow!! That was amazing!!”
“What are you talking about?” I queried.
“That's the second best blowjob I've ever had! The only time I've had it better was with a crackhead whore in New York in the early 90s! And of course, it's going to be hard to beat a crackhead whore...no one can,” he exclaimed.
As we ended the day, he came to my office and physically stood there, in my view, deleting pictures from his camera. He said that the pictures were all for fun, and by keeping them, it would end up messing up our careers...smart move for that man...
So I guess I've finally made his Top 10 list, but wow...a crackhead whore?!? Unbelievable...
Sexcapade Files #38: The Five-Inched Schizo
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Sexcapade Files #37: Bootleg Celebrity
During the time of the “Red Room Era”, a certain guest came for a special interview about his work with the Chippendale dancers. This sexy man – who will remain anonymous, but for the sake of the story, his name will be “Jeremy” – also made his living working as an specific celebrity impersonator – who will also remain nameless. So here goes the inside story:
Jeremy arrived there on time to start the interview when there's a bit of a delay – our tech crew was late (AGAIN), and we're waiting for them to arrive to the studio to set up for the broadcast. Lexxi, Jeremy and I were waiting in the patio area, smoking cigarettes, when we start talking about the show, getting ourselves prepped up, we're in a “sex mode”. We end up talking about a lot of sexy topics, from porn to our sexcapades, and to get the mood in gear, watching porn on the TV. Jeremy was in quite a mood that he suggested that we start “playing around”.
Jeremy laid down on the bed sideways, with his feet touching the floor, his pants crumpled down to his calves. Lexxi straddled his waist while still wearing her sexy bejeweled thong, and began to grind him, dry humping him through his underwear, rubbing him back and forth, her hips gyrating on his hard dick. He pleaded for her to fuck him, but she refused, her hips dancing on top of him, as I watch them both.
Not wanting to feel out of the loop, I tell Lexxi to pull out her right breast from her bra, and while she's straddling him, I'm sucking her breast, licking her brown areola in circles, teasing her nipple into a hard nub and then sucking on it for a little while. To be honest, it was kinda hot – not that it was a woman who I was doing it to, but the whole situation of me, another guy, and another girl. Could this be the start of a three-way? I wondered.
I couldn't stand it any longer, just sucking a nipple. I wanted to suck a dick more than anything. So I got down in between Jeremy's knees and asked Lexxi to move herself so I could pull down his underwear.
What I saw was nothing out of the ordinary. He was shaved (thank god), but he was of average girth and kind of on the thin side. However, as I got closer, I smelled a nice sweet smell of coconut on his dick, so it was definitely an appealing scent – he knew how to take care of himself.
I took his dick by the shaft and licked his dick. My, was it a soft and sweet-tasting dick. I had NEVER tasted a dick that good before. It didn't smell of ball-sweat at all – just the sweet taste of coconut lotion. I was so glad that this was a man who knew how to groom himself, to know that moisturizing your cock wasn't such a bad thing!!
So while Lexxi was riding him on top, (apparently she was also trying to kiss his neck) her ass was so close to hitting me while I was trying to suck him, but she kept on riding him like a pro. My tongue began to explore his coconut-scented cock, licking his shaft, swirling around his head, my mouth massaging his balls, all the while having a great time, the three of us messing around on the bed.
Suddenly, we hear a knock on the door – the tech crew is here! “Oh shit!” we all scrambled off the bed and got ourselves situated, Lexxi and Jeremy both went to the bathroom, while I let the tech crew come in to get set up, we tried to cover up that anything happened before they got there.
We went on with the interview, but the three of us definitely had something on our minds – we have to finish this sexcapade off. So we decided to take a really long break, played some music for a while, and got ourselves situated on the bed again.
So as Lexxi was riding him again, I tried to make out with him. Man, was he a horrible kisser – his tongue was so inflexible, how it was poking in and out of my mouth, his mouth barely moved – it made me feel like I was making out with a lizard (which was the same feedback I got from Lexxi later on about this sexcapade). After a while, I got bored and went back to his coconut-scented cock again.
This time, I was in that zone, where I wanted this guy to get off as soon as possible, to kind of show him how this sex business is done by the two “sexperts”. I began to stroke his cock in my hands, but as I jerked him with one hand, my mouth created a vacuum on his head, my lips sucked as hard as I could, while my hand jerked him quickly. I felt him gyrate his hips a bit, and then suddenly, he shoots hot liquid cum in my mouth, and I caught it all, his cum tasting clean mixed in with the coconut scent of his cock, swallowing all of his juices.
After his cock ceased from jerking from his post-ejaculation, he quickly pulls his pants up and we say our goodbyes so he can get to his next engagement. We quickly finish out the show with another 15 minutes on the air, then we sign off to get to a club somewhere in the downtown area.
So I can finally say that I've sucked off an “almost” celebrity, or rather a bootleg one at that! :-)
Jeremy arrived there on time to start the interview when there's a bit of a delay – our tech crew was late (AGAIN), and we're waiting for them to arrive to the studio to set up for the broadcast. Lexxi, Jeremy and I were waiting in the patio area, smoking cigarettes, when we start talking about the show, getting ourselves prepped up, we're in a “sex mode”. We end up talking about a lot of sexy topics, from porn to our sexcapades, and to get the mood in gear, watching porn on the TV. Jeremy was in quite a mood that he suggested that we start “playing around”.
Jeremy laid down on the bed sideways, with his feet touching the floor, his pants crumpled down to his calves. Lexxi straddled his waist while still wearing her sexy bejeweled thong, and began to grind him, dry humping him through his underwear, rubbing him back and forth, her hips gyrating on his hard dick. He pleaded for her to fuck him, but she refused, her hips dancing on top of him, as I watch them both.
Not wanting to feel out of the loop, I tell Lexxi to pull out her right breast from her bra, and while she's straddling him, I'm sucking her breast, licking her brown areola in circles, teasing her nipple into a hard nub and then sucking on it for a little while. To be honest, it was kinda hot – not that it was a woman who I was doing it to, but the whole situation of me, another guy, and another girl. Could this be the start of a three-way? I wondered.
I couldn't stand it any longer, just sucking a nipple. I wanted to suck a dick more than anything. So I got down in between Jeremy's knees and asked Lexxi to move herself so I could pull down his underwear.
What I saw was nothing out of the ordinary. He was shaved (thank god), but he was of average girth and kind of on the thin side. However, as I got closer, I smelled a nice sweet smell of coconut on his dick, so it was definitely an appealing scent – he knew how to take care of himself.
I took his dick by the shaft and licked his dick. My, was it a soft and sweet-tasting dick. I had NEVER tasted a dick that good before. It didn't smell of ball-sweat at all – just the sweet taste of coconut lotion. I was so glad that this was a man who knew how to groom himself, to know that moisturizing your cock wasn't such a bad thing!!
So while Lexxi was riding him on top, (apparently she was also trying to kiss his neck) her ass was so close to hitting me while I was trying to suck him, but she kept on riding him like a pro. My tongue began to explore his coconut-scented cock, licking his shaft, swirling around his head, my mouth massaging his balls, all the while having a great time, the three of us messing around on the bed.
Suddenly, we hear a knock on the door – the tech crew is here! “Oh shit!” we all scrambled off the bed and got ourselves situated, Lexxi and Jeremy both went to the bathroom, while I let the tech crew come in to get set up, we tried to cover up that anything happened before they got there.
We went on with the interview, but the three of us definitely had something on our minds – we have to finish this sexcapade off. So we decided to take a really long break, played some music for a while, and got ourselves situated on the bed again.
So as Lexxi was riding him again, I tried to make out with him. Man, was he a horrible kisser – his tongue was so inflexible, how it was poking in and out of my mouth, his mouth barely moved – it made me feel like I was making out with a lizard (which was the same feedback I got from Lexxi later on about this sexcapade). After a while, I got bored and went back to his coconut-scented cock again.
This time, I was in that zone, where I wanted this guy to get off as soon as possible, to kind of show him how this sex business is done by the two “sexperts”. I began to stroke his cock in my hands, but as I jerked him with one hand, my mouth created a vacuum on his head, my lips sucked as hard as I could, while my hand jerked him quickly. I felt him gyrate his hips a bit, and then suddenly, he shoots hot liquid cum in my mouth, and I caught it all, his cum tasting clean mixed in with the coconut scent of his cock, swallowing all of his juices.
After his cock ceased from jerking from his post-ejaculation, he quickly pulls his pants up and we say our goodbyes so he can get to his next engagement. We quickly finish out the show with another 15 minutes on the air, then we sign off to get to a club somewhere in the downtown area.
So I can finally say that I've sucked off an “almost” celebrity, or rather a bootleg one at that! :-)
Veronica's back!!!!
Hello loyal horny readers:
I am back after a very long hiatus from writing this blog. All the sex I've experienced this past year has gotten me so side-tracked from other obligations and responsibilities that I had to take care of. So I'm very very sorry that I haven't been able to share any stories about my current sex life (which, to tell you the truth, has been very interesting, by far!).
I've been receiving a lot of e-mails from readers asking me why I haven't updated this blog, so I'm sorry for disappointing you all in any way. I don't want to abandon my readers, but my life has been so busy that it's sometimes hard to take time to catch up and tell you all the things that have happened sexually in my life.
But now I'm back (and after getting a few guilt-trip e-mails from readers to update my blog), I should have things up-to-date within the next 2 or 3 weeks. After this little update post, I will be releasing about 2 stories by the end of tonight, as promised!!
So thank you for all the support and concern! I really appreciate it, it makes me feel as if there are people who are interested in what I have to say. :-) Thanks for being there! I love you all!
-Veronica Urbana
I am back after a very long hiatus from writing this blog. All the sex I've experienced this past year has gotten me so side-tracked from other obligations and responsibilities that I had to take care of. So I'm very very sorry that I haven't been able to share any stories about my current sex life (which, to tell you the truth, has been very interesting, by far!).
I've been receiving a lot of e-mails from readers asking me why I haven't updated this blog, so I'm sorry for disappointing you all in any way. I don't want to abandon my readers, but my life has been so busy that it's sometimes hard to take time to catch up and tell you all the things that have happened sexually in my life.
But now I'm back (and after getting a few guilt-trip e-mails from readers to update my blog), I should have things up-to-date within the next 2 or 3 weeks. After this little update post, I will be releasing about 2 stories by the end of tonight, as promised!!
So thank you for all the support and concern! I really appreciate it, it makes me feel as if there are people who are interested in what I have to say. :-) Thanks for being there! I love you all!
-Veronica Urbana
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