Hot and Humid
2005-06-14 @ 3:56 p.m.

Steve came over after work. I was lounging in shorts and a tee shirt, enjoying the central air. He was in an aggressive mood which is not his typical style. When he works out, his sex drive always seems to sky-rocket. When he runs, his sex drive plummets. I like it when he works out.

He pulled me into the bedroom, undressed and told me to suck on him. His cock was hard before his pants were down. He pushed me on to my knees and stood in front of me, like a lord being serviced by his little concubine.

"That's it. Suck it, baby. Good girl."

I looked up at him as I sucked. He smiled down at me. "You like that cock, huh?"

"Yes, I love it."

"Then suck it good, naughty girl."

I just love that talk. I love it when the urge for sex lowers any inhibitions. You can be whomever you want to be. You can forget the laundry, the job, the dirty dishes.

I sucked for a good, long time, licking and playing with his balls. He grabbed my head and forced me down on him. He did that until he was about to cum. Then he pretty much tossed me on the bed and pulled my shorts and panties down. He rubbed my pussy for a second and then said: "Play with yourself for me."

I raised my knees, layed back and rubbed myself gently. "Harder, I want to see you cum."

That is always easier said than done. I pleasured myself while he watched. All the while he talked to me. "What would you do for me?" He asked.

"Anything," I answered, becoming breathless.

"Would you fuck a bunch of guys for me?"

"Yeah."

"Four guys? Would you let four guys fuck you?"

"Yeah."

"How about five or six?" He asked.

What was this, lets make a deal? "Sure," I said, trying to concentrate. How can you not like a guy that wants to give you variety?

Before I could cum Steve was on top of me. He threw my legs back and entered me easily. "Do you and Chris fuck a lot?" I just nodded. "Does he fuck your ass?" I shook my head. "Not yet anyway."

I took his face in my hands and whispered to him as his groans and moans increased. "You like the thought of me with other guys, don't you? That turns you on. A nice big cock sliding in and out of me, another guy's big cock in my mouth. That's what you like."

Steve flipped me around and began to fuck me doggie-style. I screamed into the pillow as I came. It was so intense. All that talk got me very excited. We were slippery with sweat, our faces flushed. Then, he grabbed my ass, slammed into me and pulled out. He shot his steaming cum all over my back (it then dripped onto my freshly washed sheets).

Doggie style is my favorite position. It feels great and there's something so primal about that position. The man's in full control and you're helpless.

Steve fell back and I was on him. His cock was still hard. I reached around slipped it inside my pussy before it became droopy. "I need more," I said. "Make me cum again." Much to my delight, he stayed rock hard as I slid up and down on him. He ran his fingers lightly over my back and ass, just barely touching the skin. Shivers shot up my spine. I then climaxed once again.

I cleaned up and we went back to the livingroom. It was nice and cool. I layed on the couch in that post-orgasm haze, sleepy-eyed but not ready for sleep. "By the way," I said. "I'm not doing five or six guys."

"Why not?"

"I like to be able to walk the next morning."

It must be the Spring thing. I've been very ready, willing and able lately. I just can't get enough.

I was going to post this and then the Michael Jackson verdict came down. I was so excited that he was acquitted that I released some doves. No, wait....that was one of the circus freaks on television.

I rarely, if ever, post about politics/cultural/societal issues for two reasons:

1) Who gives a damn about what I think;
2) People's preconceived beliefs tend to cement over time and nothing, nothing, will change them, not even facts (me included).

I'll make an exception here, for Jackson. I don't know if he molested children or not. I don't want to criticize juries because they do sit through all the evidence and are then given a ton of instructions. I didn't hear the evidence and I didn't hear the instructions. I can tell you that I believe he is guilty. I also think that even if he isn't, a 40+ year old man having sleepovers with young children is just too strange. And lets face it, he's creepy. Despite the verdict, I wonder how many of the jurors would feel comfortable leaving their children alone with Jackson for any length of time.

And was his victory party really held at Chuck E. Cheese?