PDAs (Not about Crackberries!)

I’m talking about Public Displays of Affection (love this wikipedia entry!). Call me old-fashioned in my acronym usage.

[Disclaimer: I am a user of a Palm Treo, which I have named, ambivalently, “The Device.” And I lust after iPhones. Go electronic helpers!]

Readers of this blog will know I’m no stranger to doing naughty things in public places. I once had an adventure in a parking lot in Nashville, TN, which was not one of my finest hours, but I may write about it some day. Despite this evidence and my exhibitionist nature, I usually keep my public sex to pre-approved locations such as sex play parties and alternative sexuality conferences. I often have to discourage C from groping me on the subway platform, because sometimes it just doesn’t feel like the right place. This week, however, I was loving my PDAs.

Tuesday night C and I caught a public screening of Audacia Ray’s The Bi Apple. It is so rare to have the experience of watching a porn movie in public these days. I was wishing I had a raincoat and a chair that leaned all the way back, because, friends, this movie is HOT! I had another idea, however. I unzipped my jeans, grabbed C’s hand, and thrust it against my crotch. His experienced fingers quickly found my clit, and with a quick glance at me to make sure I really meant it, he began to rub through my cotton underwear. He didn’t have a lot of room to maneuver, but he got it just right. I was aware of the other people sitting around us, though fortunately no one was too close, and since a friend of mine was hosting the screening I didn’t want to make a spectacle. I started this, and I wanted to finish it, so I had no choice but to be quiet, which, surprise surprise, is very difficult for me. Clenching my thighs around C’s fingers and my lips and teeth together, I pushed back against his fingers in small, subtle movements. The tightness of my jeans, C’s delicious fingers, and the texture of my panties helped bring me quickly to bursting, and of course the movie was providing full frontal stimulus. I clenched the handles of my movie seat, writhed against C’s fingers, and tried to keep my head and shoulders still. A thrilled shout was fighting its way up my throat, but I held it down, dominating myself into submission. Silently, I rode the wave of pleasure, bucking against C’s fingers, and then nodded to him that he could remove them. I sat in my pleasantly damp panties, feeling the waves of warmth radiate up my body from my pussy, and watched the rest of the movie with a smile on my face.

Thursday night I was at my favorite monthly public gathering of perverts at a downtown bar. Lots of new people, especially some folks that I had met at a nude beach a few weeks back, and I was thoroughly enjoying re-making their acquaintance in clothes over cocktails. A certain very naughty naked boy, who loves to be naked in public and somehow always manages to be so, joined my circle of new friends. He knows my secret from past play adventures, and reached right for my nipples. It was late, I’d had a lot to drink, and it felt really good. I leaned back on the bar and gave him free reign. He pulled, squeezed, and pinched, and I squealed (as quietly as I could) with delight. My new friend Pete asked if he could join. We had been getting increasingly physical with each other over the course of the evening, arms around waists, hips pressed against each other, hands moving to asses… I was enjoying the direction very much, so, with an effort to regain consciousness under the onslaught of my naked friend’s attention, I told him yes, yes you may join in. My naked friend, always a generous play partner, made room and offered Pete one of my tits. My tits were clothed, by the way, in a black wife beater style tank top over a very thin and silky bra. The rough texture of the fabric of the top over the barely there-ness of the bra (with its magical support – yes, GS has found a new bra that she loves!), combined with the different, but intense fingering of the two sets of hands on my nipples, was sending me into GS la-la-land. My eyelids fluttered furiously; I clutched the bar tightly with my outstretched arms; and the volume of cries was far beyond what was appropriate for a public space. At one point, I forced myself to look up and asked directly if the bartender was ok with this scenario. She was down at the other end of the bar chatting away with friends, so I was convinced that we could continue. But continue to what? I can ride the pleasure of having my tits played with for a very long time without needing anything else. It makes my pussy so wet, and the continued tit-illation without actual touching of my pussy is positively, deliciously, achingly exciting. Can I have a genital orgasm from tit stimulation alone? I’m convinced I can, but it hasn’t quite happened yet. My naked friend even posed the question, and I think he took my answer that I believed it was possible as a challenge. What a fun experiment it will be! As for Pete, I think you will be hearing more about him.

Published in: on July 28, 2007 at 2:46 pm  Comments (7)  


I’ve been Fleshbot-ted again! Thank you Jefferson. Let me know if there is anything I can do to show my gratitude. <wiggles forefinger>

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fun with a subby boy

“How do you like to come?” I asked doug, as he pounded away at me in a delightful fashion.

I went to this party to get fucked, and doug was very obliging. He actually asked if he could kiss my ass. Literally. It was a lovely offer, and I accepted graciously. I lay down on the bed and presented the ass in question. It is a really big, luscious ass. He applied his lips gently, reverently. Soft little kisses along my cheeks, teasing my crack. Strong hands massaging. I luxuriated in the attention. But, as I said before, I wanted to get fucked. I thanked doug for the lovely ass-kissing, leisurely rolled onto my back, and told him to get on top of me and start fucking. He grabbed a condom, slipped it on, and climbed up. He slid easily into my wet pussy. “Good boy,” I said. “Now fuck me hard.” And he did.

I was very happy, getting the good hard fucking that I’d been needing, and was feeling very fond of sweet doug. So I asked, “How do you like to come?” thinking we could have some fun playing out a favorite scenario. He paused briefly. “I like to be tied up, forced to wear women’s clothes, and dominated.” I confess I had been expecting something more along the lines of a blowjob or a titty fuck, but here was this wonderful surprise lurking behind this clean-cut, outdoorsy, rugged guy. I love living in a kinky world!

I had to give this some thought. We took a break, and rejoined friends drinking and chatting in the living room. It was comfortable, sociable, everyone in some state of undress, with tousled hair and sticky parts. A delicious suburban orgy.

Of course! The lightbulb went off. I had brought a frilly black and pink negligee to change into when the play started, but since I had opted to go straight to nude I had forgotten about it. I grabbed my riding crop, the lingerie, and a medium length of red rope. doug was giving foot massages. I stood above him holding the crop. “I need you upstairs as soon as you are finished with that one.” Far be it from me to rob a woman of her foot massage. I went up to the guest room to prepare. I laid out the negligee, the rope, and gloves and lube.

A few minutes passed, and just when I was beginning to get impatient, doug arrived with an audience. I had enlisted a dear friend to help, and she and I rapidly pulled off his t-shirt and underwear, and dragged the negligee over his head. I circled behind him with the rope, and bound his hands behind his back. Pushing him forward, I presented him to the room. “Isn’t it a pretty girl?” I demanded, and our audience enthusiastically agreed. I turned to my friend. “Now, what are we going to do with her?” We moved our girlie toy back to the bed, and forced her down on her knees on the bed. I stroked the erect penis that dared to intrude through the sheer black gown. “Such a pretty girl.” I leaned over and whispered in doug’s ear, “I’m going to fuck you in the ass.” He nodded his assent. “Please be gentle,” he begged.

I slipped my hand into a latex glove and slathered my fingers in lube. While my kind assistant played with doug’s cock, I moved my index finger against his tender hole, making small circles with the lube, feeling for signs of readiness. When it felt right, I slid my finger into his ass up to the first knuckle and rotated it gently. He opened up to my touch, and I moved in further. I began slow in-and-out movements. “I’m fucking you pretty girl,” I said, as I moved my finger faster. I asked one of our audience members to pour me some more lube, and I pulled out just enough to add a second finger on top of the first. I glided in and out of his asshole, while my friend continued to play with his cock. With my other hand, I gave a tug on his bound hands, reminding him how completely in our power he was.

“Is this what you wanted?” I demanded. “Oh yes,” he whispered. I withdrew my fingers from his ass and moved around to face him. I reached under the delicate fabric of the lingerie and grabbed his cock. “That’s what I thought. Now, I want you to fuck me some more.” My friend helped him lie back on his bound hands, and I climbed on top of him.

Published in: on July 23, 2007 at 10:58 pm  Comments (12)  

Sleepy Sex

C and I are on completely different schedules. He’s working all weekend—12 hour shifts—and that’s my only time off. Needless to say, it’s interfering with our sex life.

I heard the door late Sunday evening and looked up from the computer to greet him. He walked over to me and gave me a quick kiss. He looked very tired. I knew I was, having worked all weekend on my real work. It flickered through my brain to push through our exhaustion and jump him. I was so glad to see him, but a late supper and the television were beckoning. But then he reached out and grabbed my nipple. The thrill shot through me, and I yelped in surprise and excitement. He had taken the seat at the computer and I was standing in front of him, transfixed and shaking slightly. He rubbed and pinched my nipples through my t-shirt and bra. Small high-pitched noises continued to emerge from my surprised mouth. Shirt and bra disappeared, and his hands ran relentlessly over my tits. “Go to the bedroom and take off the rest of your clothes,” he urged. Hustling to follow his directions, I wriggled out of my jeans, underwear, and socks, and pulled my hair free from a ponytail. Lying down on the bed, I spread myself out for him. I slid a finger across my open pussy, and it was slick with desire. Rubbing my clit gently, I listened to his approach, plunging a finger into my cunt, readying it for his cock. I smiled to myself… I really didn’t think this was going to happen tonight. Now my body was throbbing in anticipation, my brain still a little spacey from tiredness, but alert to the sounds of him moving towards the bedroom. He entered naked; his black leather cock ring strapped around his cock and balls, his cock straining towards me. I moved my fingers aside and spread my legs even wider, holding my ankles up towards my head. He plunged into me, directly into my cunt, up to the hilt. Despite all my sexual activity, I have a very tight cunt, and if I haven’t had sex in a few days, it’s even tighter. I love the feeling of a cock thrusting into my tight cunt, and as long as I’m wet or have a little lube, I like it to be sudden, hard, and fast. He pounded me on the bed, as I rocked my hips towards him, pulling him even deeper inside me. I moaned, a deep, loud moan that grew in depth and volume as he thrust again and again. There’s a time for sleeping, but this wasn’t it.

I’m writing this now, late on Sunday evening, waiting to hear the door. I hope to have more to tell soon.

Published in: on July 15, 2007 at 8:55 pm  Comments (2)  


I was tagged by Droplet of In Your Pants; check it out, it’s really good! It’s the “seven random things” meme. Curvaceous Dee makes a good point here about how tricky it is to fulfill this meme while trying to preserve one’s secret identity. I’ll do my best.

1. I really don’t understand the concept of memes, despite C’s patient attempts to explain it to me. The penny just isn’t quite dropping. If anyone wants to try, please add your explanation of the meme phenomenon.

2. I’m allergic to cats. It sucks. Cats are cool.

3. I love Nick Cave, and have since I was 15.

4. The most unusual place that I’ve ever had sex was in the ladies’ room of a strip club in a Caribbean vacation resort town. You can find the story here.

5. I’m a coffee snob.

6. The only Shakespeare plays that I haven’t seen in production are Timon of Athens and Henry VIII.

7. I love to dance.

I am tagging Selina Fire.

Published in: on July 1, 2007 at 9:02 pm  Comments (1)