The Blowjob

So things between me and Storm are back on track. And without me doing anything too stupid while we were on the rocks! So I've been with him this past few days and things are much more like they used to be. Although he was a bit worried with these meds he's on that he wouldn't be able to get it up. And oh yeah yours truely defeated the medication! When I want it up by hook or by crook I'm going to get it up! What can I say, maybe I have a gift...

Anyway, he's not a fan of sex while I'm on the rag but if you'd spent four hours without being able to get the thought of giving your partner a blowjob then you really have to do something about it. Besides he can return the favour later down the line. So we're curled up in bed after a bit of a shitty day and I can hear it's getting to him. We've atempted to watch a film but talked over most of it. Largely him calling me a nymphomaniac, personally I want a second opinion! So I run my hands down his body and start to kiss his neck and down his body and I can feel him getting hard in my hand. His breathing changes, and I work my way down his body until he is in my mouth. I lick, kiss and suck him as he runs his fingers down the arm I am supproting my weight with and through my hair. I'm getting so wet I can barely concentrate until I hear his breathing quicken, trying to keep quiet with someone in the next room, and then he doubles over with orgasm, holding onto my head as he just seems to keep cumming in my mouth.  Finally his orgasm is over and we curl up in each other's arms.

The Great Unanswered Question

So Storm went a bit weird and I have taken a step back as my life has been... Well I was almost an obituary lets leave it there. He went weird before that. Ex weird, she started seeing someone else and he got weird. But this is where it gets interesting.

I had to go to work the other night and I really didn't want to be there, my bosses knew the score and we decided to just put me on the door for a bit and then I can just bum around and be around friends. (I work at a kinky sex club once a month.) I then end up as a bit of a newbie meeter and greeter. I'm young, (apparently) attractive, friendly and know most of the club to some degree. So I'm an obvious choice. And I get talking to these guys and one just stuck with me the whole night, I almost cried on his shoulder about my current state of affairs and he was so sweet.He cuddled me and while I worked the door sat at my feet and stroked my ankles. We talked sport, music, films, tv the lot. And my mad life didn't freak him out. When I was off the door we sat in a quiet corner, ended up kissing and at the end of the night exchanged numbers and agreed to go for coffee. Now he more or less knows my insane life with something constantly going all kinds of wrong/crazy. And he still wants to see me again. Now we haven't spoken since, and so the great unanswered question...

When is too soon to text them?

Now I'm really still broken up about Storm in a huge way. In fact I've hardly eaten and only left bed for work since it all went tits up. But this is a great guy. Well so far. And is coffee really ok? Storm and me are technicall still together but he's not being fair on my feelings, and last night that attention just made me feel so much better. Ok, my brain hurts.

Holy Crap!

So it's like eight o'clock in the morning, we've been out clubbing all night and the night before. And we are trashed, and exhausted, we ache, and finally we have stripped off and crawled into bed. We are already sweaty and gross and really should just be going to bed. Well we're in bed, that's close enough right?

He puts his arms around me and kisses me, and his hands run all over my body, and his fingers find my already wet cunt, and are inside me making me moan into his shoulder as I kiss it. My hands are all over his body and then he pulls me on top of him. I slide him inside me and his hands are all over my chest, strong but soft. My eyes lock onto his as I ride him until I am biting my lip to stop from screaming the entire flat down around me. I orgasm and it feels like my entire body has gone off like a rocket and I collapse on top of him totally breathless. He rolls me onto my back and it all gets a little hazy from there. When it is over we lay gasping for breath in each other's arms and nuzzle each other. The next thing I know it's some time in the afternoon.

Sex with Storm is way more addictive than crack, fizzy cola bottles and anything else I can think of! I've not been able to concentrate at work!

Unnatural, I Swear

I should be fully capable of having dirty thoughts of people that are not Storm. It is after all only a thought, so far I have discovered that actually I can't. This is not right it's unnatural. It's at the very least unfair. So what does this mean? I used to date a guy that said that I was the only person he would have dirty thoughts about. I thought he was bullshitting. Maybe he was telling the truth. Then again we've only been together for a month and a half so it may be just that... Nah even after a week into a relationship I could have dirty thoughts about certain athletes. Well ordinarily anyway. So sorry from now on it's going to be nothing but stories of Storm and I. Even if it is just dirty thoughts. But only when I'm finally comfortable that he is the only person I am capable of having dirty thoughts about.

Vertigo of Bliss

Now I've been quiet lately, and I was thinking why have I had less to say, is it the not having time? Partly. Is it that for the past two weeks and for the next two Advent have had and wil have my laptop fixing my screen for the second time. You'd have thought they'd have fixed it right the first time or just given me a properly working screen to start with. Slightly that, and I apologise for my rant. Or is it that I am enjoying the sex with Storm so much it makes my brain go fuzzy and I find it hard to remember enough to write about. Yeah, a lot, muchly and uh huh with enthusiastic noddings. There will be empty flat fun to talk share with you all next week.

Love and light to you all

Spirit

One Way Traffic

I hate oral sex.

Ok hate is a really strong word, but I don't let anyone get their head "down there" as it were. Funnily enough though get me on the giving end and you can almost guarantee my knickers will be soaking before they've cum. And I love sucking Storm's cock. I even like the taste of his cum. Good thing too seeing as the last time he came in my mouth I had to swallow twice!

A few weeks ago I had given him a blow job and I was all kinds of horny, he had cum in my mouth and had no idea at the time that blowjobs turned me on so much. Until he saw the damp patch where I had gotten so wet I'd soaked through my underwear. But he decided to make me wait, until finally he pulled my underwear off pulled me on top of him and he slid inside me. He pulled me onto him and a wave of bliss came over me. I swear that thing is a perfect fucking fit! He kissed my nck, shoulders and gently sucked my nipples and  I rode him until I was screaming, but he was nowhere near done with me. He pulled me up like a ragdoll, bent me over the nearby desk and fucked me until I was fighting to keep my knees from buckling. He came inside me and pulled me back to the sofa and held me in a tangle of limbs, and kissed me and ran his fingers through my hair and down my cheek, my arms and up and down my spine.

So I'm having a wank..

And not really thinking about anything or anyone in particular at that moment and as I cum my boyfriend's name sort of slips out. Wow, he must have had one hell of an effect on me. I've never had that happen before.