Beefy

So tonight I had a date with an American guy I've been seeing for the past two months. He's about 13 years older than me and built like a Greek god. I dated an Algerian kick boxer for seven months and even his sculpted body doesn't compare to this American's. I referred to him as the "Beefy American" to one of my friends, and I think I'll stick with that for here.

He also has the biggest penis of any guy I've ever been with. Even though it's been quite a few years since my cherry was popped, I still bled the first couple of times that he was in me. I guess that's pretty gross--especially to men--so I guess there is a down side to being well hung. The first time it happened, he asked me if I was starting my period, and I said, "No, silly, it's because your cock is enormous. Surely you've had that happen before." He admitted that he had.

The sex has been pretty good so far and we've tried lots of different positions: on the kitchen table, him on a chair with me sitting on top of him, lots of me sitting on top of him, doggy, and even something akin to missionary with me sitting up on the sofa. He's eaten me out, and I've let him cum in my mouth. He's cum all over my tits, my back, and my ass. Ok, the sex hasn't been pretty good. It's been fucking great.

But for some reason, we haven't had sex the last two times we've gotten together. It's very weird to me, and I think I may need someone to explain traditional dating to me, because it feels like we're moving backwards. Observe: I suck him off on our first date, and then we fuck on all subsequent dates until these last two, which have ended with us kissing in the street.

To be fair, all of the other hookups happened when he didn't have to get up for work the following morning and, after these last two dates, he did. He said we could get together this weekend, when he doesn't have to be up at 6 AM the following morning and when it would be more fair because his mind wouldn't be some place else.

I have honestly never gotten that before--a man who tells me he can't have sex with me because it wouldn't be fair to me? A man turning down sex? We were literally two blocks from his apartment; we could've had a quick fuck. Instead, let's see if he calls for the weekend.

About Those Panties

I should explain an item in the last post.

In my email to the married man, I allude to a pair of panties that has his scent on them. Possibly it's obvious, but the last time we fucked in London--the morning of my flight--he and I thought it'd be sexy if I left his cum inside of me to take back with me to Prague.

And so, we had sex with me on top of him, and he came inside of me, and I actually sat on top of him for a bit longer and even as his penis was slowly returning to its normal size, I was able to have one final orgasm, just grinding my clit into his stomach but trying not to disturb his sensitive cock.

When I got off of him, I immediately put on a red thong, and that's what I wore on my journey back home--his cum and mine dripping out of me in a lovely, aromatic mixture and soiling my panties.

When I got home, I tossed everything from the trip into the laundry except that thong, since I was, of course, still wearing it. But when I finally took it off, I could smell him on it and I didn't want to lose that. I left it on the bathroom floor; then it migrated to my bed, under my pillow.

When I was on cam with him the other night, I showed him this treasure along with my vibrator and hard nipples, of course.

What's funny is that he wanted this from me but didn't get it. He asked me if I would cum in a pair of panties and then mail them to him in London and then he could sleep with them under his pillow for a few nights (wife away, of course) before returning them to me. We played around on the webcam one evening, and he tried to get me to shove a pair of panties into my pussy but that didn't work so well. Still, they were quite soaked.

They just never made it to London. I waited too long to drop them in the mail and the postal strike in the UK made us reevaluate if it was even a good idea. We decided it wasn't, and he had to cope with only being able to smell and taste my pussy and my panties in person. Poor guy.

Scenario 542: On a Desk

Every now and then, the married man I'm seeing asks me to send him a dirty email and so I oblige, of course. I share with him whatever scenario is getting me off. The one I sent this week is fairly tame so I thought I'd put it here.

Last night, I had those three things that I already told you about--my vibrator, my panties with your cum in them, and my hard nipples--so of course I had to have one last play. Plus, you gave me such wonderful images--the thought of you leaving me with love bites and simply your cock growing hard yesterday, finally recovering after those four days of abuse I put it through.

And so, I kept the panties near me and used the vibrator on my clit and imagined that we had one more night together in London.

I would've sat on that desk, wearing only my panties and bra and spread my legs, allowing you to stand between them so I can wrap my legs and arms around you, kissing you and feeling you grow hard, pressed against my pussy but through layers of clothing.

I could peel off both your shirts and run my fingers down your back and along your sides and up your chest to rim your little pink nipples, making them hard with my touch. But, of course, it's hard to keep my hands on your chest for very long because you're pressed against me so tightly but I manage to work my hands down to your belt and unhook it, and I unbutton your trousers and help to slide them down to your ankles where you kick them off.

I run my hand back and forth over your cock while using my other hand to pull my panties to one side, so that I can slide you right into me. You fuck me hard, pounding into me, our bodies tight together. But when your face starts contorting, I know you're close to cumming so I scoot my ass back on the desk so that you aren't as deep inside of me.

We both pull back a bit and I free my tits from my bra to let you know where I want your attention. You oblige, and suck my nipples until they are amazingly hard and then you play with them with your hands, squeezing them, while you suck a nice, big love bite onto the side of one of my tits. My head is back and my eyes are closed as I enjoy it.

Once you have finished, I scoot forward again on the desk and grab your ass, and to plunge you back deeply into me. You pound your cock into me, and we both moan out as you hit the end, but I still manage every now and then to suck on your lips and kiss you. We cum together and, of course, I keep your cum inside of me to make another nice souvenir in my panties.

And that, dear, got me off a second time last night.

Why I'm Bi

Was just looking through a friend of a friend's Flickr and happened upon this first shot.



Amazing tits, right? So I started searching for more amazing tits. All of these got me super hot, so I thought I'd share them.







Fantastic reminders of my bisexuality. I haven't been with a girl in a while but I'm looking forward to sucking titties again and mashing mine up against hers. Plus, let's face it, no one knows her way around a clit quite like another woman.

Married Man

It's been a long time since I last posted but that doesn't mean I can't start again. I live in Prague now and I just returned from four days in London where I met up with a married man.

He and I met last spring at a party in the Netherlands, of all places, and we flirted like teenagers in front of his wife. She didn't mind, as she thought it was all innocent fun. She even didn't mind that we exchanged numbers and email addresses but this was certainly because she didn't know that we'd had a bit of fun that night at the party with him fingering me outside in the bushes and me running my hands all over his cock.

We started emailing each other and talking on the phone. And then I introduced him to the joys of the webcam. Finally in August I went to visit him in London while his wife was away. He told me that he wasn't sure we'd have sex but he needed only ten minutes in my hotel room before he was asking to feel my insides.

And so we fucked a lot for a few days. His cock was so big that I even bled. I held him close to me and loved every moment of our bodies touching. And then back I went to Prague.

He traveled for a while in September and we didn't talk much and he went from missing me "a bit" to missing me "a lot" and then he asked me not to sleep with other men. To just be his. At least until we cuold meet again.

And so I tried to stick to my end of the bargain (I failed but he doesn't know that) and we met again in London for a few days. We fucked in the shower, with me in lingerie and stockings, me bent over touching the floor. We sixty-nined, he used a vibrator on me. And I had orgasm after glorious orgasm.

Then we talked about his wife and why he'd cheat on her when he loves her and he loves his life. He couldn't answer that, saying only that he'd wondered the same thing. I thought maybe he loved me but I don't think so. I think, moreso, he loves the idea of me. That I'm willing to spend hundreds of dollars and take off from work so that I can sleep with him, getting nothing but the feeling of his big penis and the smothering moistness of his kisses. And, a few days later, I'm back home with nothing but a sore pussy.

I wonder if there will be another time. I thought we would discuss it but we didn't. It seemed too awkward, really, although he did say on our final morning, after our last fuck, something about "next time." "Next time, we won't meet during half term." Meaning, all the London children won't be on fall break, which did put a kink in some of our plans, like to fuck in a cinema, because it was simply too packed.

But I think I wanted him to fall in love with me; he loves his wife. Enough is enough, really, Katherine. Still, I'm seeing someone here in Prague and one of my former lovers is in Brussels and asking me to visit him. There are plenty of options, really.