Goodnight and Go

This is the combination of all the story parts that had been littering my blog the past few days, plus the last few sections of the entry. I felt as though having five or six story-chunks was inconvenient, and opted to just piece them back together, and finish the story completely before posting it.

I've been speaking so some people lately who question the validity of the more erotic literature on this blog. I would like to remind everyone that all sex stories I post, unless otherwise stated, are real-life happenings. I have people who can vouch for my legitimacy, and I take pride in knowing that my tales aren't fiction. I'm no Alexa.

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I finished lacing my sneakers with new ribbon, and slid them onto my feet before running out of the house and down the front lawn, pulling his car door open, and sliding into the passenger seat. I felt like some sort of punk hooker, with my short cotton shift dress, striped knee-socks, college hoodie, and ribbon-laced Converse. Virtually as soon as I put my bag onto the floor, he hugged me to him and kissed me deeply, his hand sliding over my ass, and across my tits where he sharply pinched a nipple. He pressed on the gas, and guided my head to his crotch where he unbuttoned his cargo pants, and pulled down his underwear, freeing his cock for my eager mouth. I took it for several moments before he told me to sit up, and he adjusted himself in order to go buy a pack of cigarettes. When he got back, he lit one and asked me if I smoke. I denied the offer, and came forth with my usual response of "I smoke, but not very often." He asked me where he should head, and I guided him very simply to a near-by park. He pulled into a parking space in the very empty lot and kissed me again, I reciprocated, and he guided my mouth down to his cock which I sucked gladly as he pressed a finger into my ass. The intrusion startled me. I had finger up my ass the week before, but I hadn't had much intrusion (other than a very sad attempt with my vibrator) into my back hole before then since June. He instructed me to take off my thong, and we got out of the car.

The air was frigid, almost painful, on the bare skin of my thighs and ass, and my entire body was shaking. I walked down a narrow path in the woods, and guided him to the back of the park, where if you stood facing the world, you were greeted with the night lights of one of the busiest streets of my suburban town, and a view of the small lake in the center of the park. I would have taken him further into the woods, towards the old half of the park. I could have taken him to the very back of the space, with the rarely-used soccer fields, but none of it seemed right. Not to mention, he stopped and came up behind me, gripping my ass, and then my thighs tightly, pinching and pressing at my skin. He ran his fingers between my legs, and along the slit of my cunt and then let go of me and turned to face away from the street. "I need to pee," he said while staring at me "get down." He put his hand on my head, and pressed me to my knees beside him, where I knelt looking up at him. "I should make you drink it" he said. I shook my head "Please don't. I can't do that yet." "Well, you can either drink it, or hold my cock while I piss," he said as I reached out to hold his shaft "-- Don't stroke it, just hold it." A few minutes later, he let forth a long powerful stream of piss, some of which leaked down onto my hand, and dribbled down my arm. I tugged the sleeve of my hoodie up to my elbow, hoping only to get the urine on my skin. It didn't work at all, and I still felt the cloth on my arm being moistened by the warm liquid. When he was done, he gripped me by the back of the head, and said "Clean it." I did, and when he released me, he told me to get up. Then he looked at me and asked me if I would like to be hit. I nodded an affirmative, and then he said "Ask for it". I did. He hit me, and it didn't hurt much. So he hit me again. That time it hurt. I saw stars, and my head exploded in pain. I don't remember how many other times I let him smack my face. It was only a few. The pain was new, and several of the blows had me fighting to remain upright.

He took my hand, and guided me over to a picnic table, where he sat down, and had me get on my knees in front of him. He pulled out the pack of cigarettes, and offered me one again. This time, I agreed to taking one, and he put one in his mouth, lit it, and then lit the other along side it before handing it to me. I took a drag of the warming object, and leaned forward a bit with my elbow resting on his knee. He opened his camouflage trousers, and I took his cock in my mouth for some time before he said "Take another few drags of your cigarette, baby." I could feel his eyes on me, and I took one drag, and then another before running my tongue around his cock again. He told me to stand and turn around. I presented my ass to him on shaking legs, and took a few more drags from my cigarette as he worked his fingers into my holes again. He spun me around, and pulled one of my legs up beside him. He shoved his fingers into my pussy, practically lifting me onto my toes and then stood up and bent me over the table. Neither of us had any condoms with us (that's the last time I ever leave the house without them), so he shoved his cock into my cunt bare, and said "Beg me not to cum in your pussy, beg me to fuck your ass." I did. "Please don't cum in my pussy!" I said with my face pressed into the wood of the picnic table. "Why?" he growled. "I'm not on the pill. I can get pregnant. Please don't cum in my pussy! I don't want to be pregnant." "Why?" he barked again. "Because, I have shit I need to get done. Fuck my ass, you can cum in my ass. But don't cum in my pussy." He stuffed his cock into my ass hard, and I bit my lip, fighting against the urge to pull away from him. He kept fucking me while I told him to fuck my slut ass and cum inside of it. He did. With a few final pumps, he deposited his cum deep in my ass, and stood me up to face him.
"I haven't got a lot of time tonight."
"I don't care."

"Are you expected home?"
"No. Everyone knows I'm out tonight. They don't expect me home until morning. Take me home with you."
"If I do, you'd have to be brought back early in the morning. Like-- Four or Five A.M., before I go back to work."
"I'm okay with that."
"Are you sure?"
"Of course."
We kissed again, and walked back to his car. I got in, and we kissed again, his fingers playing with the cum that was dripping out of my ass. He started the car, and I bent down to his cock, sucking it for a few minutes before coming up for air. The mixture of pain from the blows to my face, and the bending over was making me dizzy, so I sat up and leaned against his chest a bit. We hit the highway, and he made a phone call. "If I can, I'm going to get a room for the night." He made the plans, and we headed off down the highway.

In the car, we spoke for a little while. We spoke of his living situation, and my life. Honestly, the conversation was lacking. I always feel awkward when I'm with people-- As though I shouldn't talk. As though it would be rude, or wrong, to speak. I don't want it to be like that, though. Sometimes I wish conversation came to be more fluidly. He asked me if I had ever done this before, and I said no. He asked if I had ever spent the entire night with a man before, and I said no. He asked why, and I said "I don't know." He asked again"Why? Has no one ever been worthy, or has no one ever wanted you to?" I shrugged, and looked to my knees "No one has ever wanted me to, I suppose." We took the exit from the highway, and pulled into a Pride gas station. "I need to get a razor for the morning." he said as he tucked his t-shirt into his trousers, and pulled his coat out of the back seat. He looked at me and chuckled "Don't go anywhere!" I smiled "I won't" and he got out of the car.

I looked down at my hands and thought to myself how did I get myself into this? He and I had been speaking for some time-- Our conversation had spurred from messages on a website, and then grew to IM, and only recently had gotten to the text-message stage. I hardly knew him, but I still felt okay with all of this. He had sent me a text in the evening, asking if we could meet after he got out of work. I had agreed, and had received another text that read quite simply

Wear something super easy access
Dec 4, 8:25 pm

My mind was a-whirl. What are you doing?! it screamed, but I hushed it as the car door opened and he sat behind the driver's seat. "I'll have to go back in the morning," he sighed "there was a very drunk man in there who bought me a pack of cigarettes and a Coke." He rolled his eyes and sat the two items beside him before hitting the ignition again, and pulling out of the lot, heading just across the street to the Motel 6 where, again, he got out of the car, went inside, and came back. I followed him up to the room, he took off his jacket and boots. I sat on the corner of the bed beside him and he laughed. "You can take your shoes off, you know." I smiled and slipped them off, as he laid down and pulled off his pants. I sucked his cock again for a few more minutes, and then he pulled me up to him and I slipped my hoodie off, and he told me to take off my top as well. I stripped myself of my dress and bra and stood before him-- Naked except for my knee-high striped socks. As I stood in front of him, he asked me if I would like another slap, and I said yes. He hit me, and I saw those glorious stars, and my mind spun, and the pain exploded at my temple like a landmine in the middle of a field. He bent me over his knee, and the spank was intolerable. I sat there for three of those slaps, and begged that he stop. Things start to fade in my memory sometime about then. I know that he let me curl up next to him, and he lit another couple of cigarettes, one of which I took in a shaking hand.

I took a drag of my cigarette as I laid next to him and he fondled me. I smoked my cigarette relatively quickly, taking longer drags than usual. In what felt like a matter of moments, I was quickly getting smoking it down towards the filter He was touching my cunt, and my tits-- Cigarette in hand-- Making me nervous as I felt the stick touch my skin at times. He held the lit end of the smoke near my nipple "What happens if I do this?" he asked, and I watched fearfully as the ember came dreadfully close to the sensitive tissue. Quickly, and without much warning, he flicked it across my nipple and I jumped. "Did that startle you?" I nodded, and he smirked. "You know, I used to have a girl who would let me flick my ashes into her mouth. She was my ash tray. Would you let me do that?" I shook my head. "I don't know. Maybe. I'm afraid to." He took a couple more drags and then looked at me. "I need to flick it. Would you like to swallow them for me?" I quickly opened my mouth before my mind could stop it, and I allowed him to flick them in. They tasted strange, almost sweet, but not disgusting as I imagined they would. He had me flick my ashes into my own mouth, before I put it out in the dish. When his own smoke got down to the filter he looked at me "Mine is ready to be put out. Where should it go?" I swallowed hard, and finally agreed to allowing him put it out on my tongue. I stuck my tongue out, and he pressed the hot ember to my mouth. I squirmed a bit, and then closed my mouth. It wasn't as bad as it could have been. He asked me if I had ever been eaten out before, and I shook my head no, and he suddenly moved between my legs and gripped my thighs, burying his face between my cunt lips, and licking from my asshole to clit several times before smiling cheekily and coming back up beside me.

He sat me up over him, and looked at me before asking if he could slap my face. This repeated several times before I started bracing myself for his blows. He looked at me, and reminded me that he wanted me to be brave and proud when he hit me. I lifted my chin, and stopped flinching. He wanted me to cry, he told me to cry. I explained that I refuse to cry, but he almost got me there a couple of times. As soon as the blows would stop, I would regain myself and only a dozen or so gasps for air would be voiced, and the tears would never leave my eyes. I couldn't cry, not over this. The blows had to stop as my head burst into pain. He laid me down, and began ramming into my ass again. This time I was not quite as complacent. I was sore, and it hurt more than anything I had ever experienced. I braced my hands against the wall as he gripped my hims and fucked me while I begged him to cum in my ass. I wanted this to be over, it hurt so bad. I begged "Please daddy, cum in my ass. Fuck your slutty little girl's ass!" All in due time, I felt the familiar warmth fill my back hole, and I laid there as he pulled out and left for the bathroom.

I sat up and looked down. The cigarettes may have been one too many for my rarely-exposed body, or the pure trauma of this particular fuck may have simply been too much for my body to handle. In any case, I could see a shit stain on the bed, and half-jumped away from the place, standing near the end of the bed biting my thumb and shaking. Please don't get mad, please don't get mad. I heard the toilet flush, and the door to the bathroom opened. He looked at me and sat on the edge of the bed and pulled me to him "What's wrong, baby?" he crooned as he rubbed my hips. I pointed at the spot on the bed and whimpered "I'm sorry. I made a mess." He half smiled at me and nodded "Just go get cleaned up." I went into the bathroom and let the sticky mess leave my body before wiping up and heading back into the main room. He was laying on the bed with the next set of sheets pulled up. I crawled into bed next to him, and he asked if I wanted a cigarette. I said no, and he scoffed. "What will happen when I make you smoke more of them?" I shrugged and responded "Then I will." He seemed to accept my answer, and he handed me his cigarette and lighter. "Light it for me, cutie." he smiled as I stuck the smoke into my mouth and flicked the lighter to life, cupping my hand over the flame out of habit, and sucking the thing to life. I took the smoke from between my lips, and placed it against his as he pulled me in closer. "Do you know what love is?" he asked. I shook my head and sighed "No, I don't. I thought I did, but I was wrong." He held his cigarette over my mouth, and flicked the ashes into the hole as I waited for him to continue. "You're old enough. I can't believe that you still haven't learned." I shook my head and said "I guess not..." The conversation headed in that direction for a moment before he had me sit on top of him. He adjusted his cock, and slid it into my cunt with no trouble at all.

He smiled up at me as he flicked his cigarette into my mouth again. We sat like that while he smoked, and he continued to fuck me slowly, pulling me down beside him and laying with me in the dark. He told me that he needed to put his cigarette out, and asked where I wanted it. I showed him my arm. It was already burnt-- Something I had done to myself the day before. "You could burn me here. Everything bad goes on this arm." He nodded "Do you want it there?" I shrugged.
"I don't know."
"Well, there are three places it can go, four really."
"What are they?"
"Your mouth, your pussy, your tits, and now your arm."
I stuck my wrist out to him, and he glanced at me.
"You're sure?"
"Yes."
He took my wrist in his free hand, and gripped it tightly, pressing the cigarette into the already-burnt skin of my inner arm. I flinched a bit, but I didn't pull my arm away until after the butt was completely extinguished. He smiled "Good girl" and pulled me back on top of him. He asked if I would like him to hit me again, and I said yes. He did so and said "From now on, I will only hit you if you ask for it." I continued to ask for it every so often, and it became an agreement that I would ask him to hit me every time I said "I'm sorry." I stuck to this while he fucked my cunt. If I apologized, I told him to hit me. We did this a lot. He'd fuck my cunt, he'd hit me, he'd smile, I'd ask for more, I'd get dizzy, and I'd pause. Eventually, the pain in my head was damaging. I couldn't see straight, and I just slid down to the bed beside him. We laid there, and he smoked another cigarette, extinguishing this one on my tongue again. He pulled me to him and curled up next to me while I held my head, he asked me to cry, but I just shook. I couldn't think straight, and we talked while he held me, and eventually he fucked my ass for a third time while I bucked and pleaded for him to cum in my ass. The pain in both my head and ass was unbearable.

After he came, I got up to go to the bathroom and noticed the blister on my arm. I drained it, and headed back into the main room. He asked if anything was wrong, and I explained that the burn was very pretty. He turned over, and snapped the light on and glanced at my arm, touching the scar that his burn was on top of very lightly. He smiled and nodded, and turned the light back off. I was curled up next to him, and he guided my head down towards his cock. I licked the length of it, and slowly slid the head into my throat. I sucked, and licked, and swirled my tongue around the head of his prick as best I could. I took his balls into my mouth, sucking them gently before going back to work on his dick. I alternated between the two, taking care not to cause any pain to him. I started becoming light headed, though, and he eventually pulled me back up to him, curling up with his cock against my ass. I shook. He asked why. I explained that I was scared he would try to fuck my ass again. He said he wouldn't. He moved and put me on top of him. "Better?" he asked. I shook my head and bit my lip, explaining that I was still afraid of the pain. He nodded, and suggested that I should massage his feet and suck and lick his toes.

I don't have a foot fetish. My mind was saying ew, ew, ew, ew, ewwww, but I moved over to the end of the bed anyway, and went to work on him. I tried to mirror my attention to both feet, carefully running my tongue along the soles, and working his heel with my thumb. Licking each toe individually, and sliding my thumb down the foot's axis. Lightly kissing, and sucking, and touching each foot before I was content with my work. He summoned me, and asked that I continue, but do the same from his head downwards. I sat over him, and worked my hands through his hair, kissing along his neck, rubbing his ears gently, licking along the tattoo that splays between his shoulders. Softly, carefully, down his spine. Rubbing my palms along the muscle of his back, moving to his hips, his ass. Licking between his cheeks, running my fingers against the flesh, kissing down the back of his legs, pushing against the meat, rubbing the base of my palm against the balls of his feet. He asked me to continue my work on his ass, and I did. I licked his ass, and sucked on his balls while he lied on his side, touching my hair gently. He sighed and whispered "I could have you do this for a lot longer, you know." I nodded, and drew myself up beside him. He got himself over me, and positioned himself at the entrance to my cunt again. He fucked me hard, and pulled out after a few minutes, cumming on my stomach. I rubbed the liquid into my skin as he flopped down beside me. We laid there, and I fell into a half-conscious state, the pain from my head dizzying me, and the exhaustion from the late hour weighing heavily on my ability to function. We curled up together, and tried to get some sleep.

Not long later, I woke up to his voice "Are you okay, baby?" he questioned. I responded-- "Yes daddy." I had already warned him earlier in the night that I don't sleep well. He asked "Who?" and I shrugged, clutching at my still-throbbing head "My ex." He nodded and pulled me to him, rolling over on top of me and pushing himself into my wet pussy. He pumped in and out of me rapidly, and questioned me all the time as to where I would like him to cum that time. I asked him to cum on my tummy again, and he did. I reached down to touch the cum, and was almost pleased to find that there wasn't much of anything there. I smeared what was into my skin again, and he laid beside me, pushing my head under the covers to his cock. Within several minutes, his cock had risen again, and he fucked my cunt again-- this time he came in my pussy. At first, my heart was beating out of control. I couldn't believe that I had just let him do that. I was in shock, and practically ran back into the bathroom. I shut the door, and dipped a finger into my quivering pussy. I withdrew it, and found little more than my own clear juices. When I came back into the room, he hugged me and said "I didn't cum very much at all that time, don't worry baby." He rolled over, and asked if I wanted one of the pillows. I shook my head, and curled up at the other edge of the bed. He had work in the morning, and I wanted him to get some sleep. I felt guilty for having my nightmares wake him up in the first place, and I just wanted to let him have some peaceful rest.

I laid there, for the most part. Thinking. While we had spoken, he asked if I would like to be his. His pet, his babygirl. He would be my owner, my daddy, my protector. I was nervous, but I had agreed to give it a shot. It felt like he cared, maybe. I felt like this could be a good thing. He made me promise to be monogamous for him, and I was tentative. I explained the close friendship I have with a particular playmate, and he had been understanding, but also brought up the point that if this friend and I were so close, then my not being able to have sex with him would not be too much of an issue. My mind was wired, and I carefully got out of bed a several times, laying there for what seemed like years before his alarms went off, and I set about getting dressed for the day. I pulled on my bra and panties, and grabbed a pair of leggings from my bag, stuffing my dress into it. I slid the leggings on over my knee-socks, and grabbed my hoodie, tossing it around my shoulders and zipping it up over my chest enough to make it at least look as though I was reasonably covered. I picked up his pants and shirt from the ground, and placed them on the bed near him. He got out of bed, and slid into his clothes before taking a look at my face. "No bruising." I smiled "I know. That's good." I showed him my burnt tongue and he chuckled "It isn't that bad." We grabbed everything of ours from the room, and headed to his car.

I felt surreal-- I couldn't believe that I had done all of this. I sat there dumbfounded, and responded whenever he asked me anything. My head was still in a terrible pain, but I felt so good. I didn't want this to be over. I missed him already, and we were still in the car. When he dropped me off at home, he asked me to text him six things that I had liked best about the night, and as soon as I got into the house I did so.

I miss him so much.

-Violet.

"Too Vanilla"

Ethan's worried that he's "too vanilla".
He always asks "Is this okay with you? Should I be doing something else?"
He doesn't think that I can be okay with just curling up on the couch and watching TV.

Honestly, last night he saved me from my own mind. I was going stir-crazy and insane in my loneliness when he came to get me, and I couldn't have appreciated it more. I'd already tried everything to pull me out of my haze, but it just wasn't working. I'd burned myself, I'd tried talking with family, I'd tried reading, IMing, listening to music, but nothing was working to keep me away from the back of my mind.

He picked me up, and ran over to Subway to grab himself some food. (I, personally, could not have eaten if I tried, my mind and stomach were both in a tangle.) He gave me some purple Mardi-Gras beads that he had gotten earlier in the fall, and a pen that writes in (the most awesome) purple ink. Heh heh, this man dotes and feeds upon my obsession with purple in the most wonderful ways. After that, we just drove to his house, and discussed our mutual dislike of Christmas and it's gaudy decorations-- Believe me, I can complain for forever about Christmas.

When we got in the house, we turned on the TV, and I curled up next to him while he ate, and then we curled up together for a long while, watching stupid evening shows, and commenting on my boob adoration. He gets so funny, sometimes "Are you okay with this?", and "am I too vanilla for you?" I don't know how to explain to him that I love just laying like that, and I love that I can share my kinky side with him without being balked at, and I love that the age difference between us is so vast, and yet we like spending time together so much. Sure, sometimes I wish that there was a more dominant or sadistic side to him-- But it doesn't mean that I'm going to try to change him at all.

The clothes slowly started coming off, and when we got to the point where I was topless, and curled up against him with his cock pressed against my hip, we decided to move it to the bedroom. While he was turning on some light, I stripped down to nothing and slid into bed beside him, curling up in the crook of his arm and then, when he pulled his pants off completely, sliding down to suck on his cock for a few minutes while he wrapped his hand in my hair. I went back to cuddling with him, and he got up to grab a condom, sliding it on before coming over and sliding in me from behind while I laid down with my hands braced against the wall, he started fucking me, and again-- The moans of "daddy" just couldn't help escaping my lips. Everything just felt so good, and I assume it did for him too as he buried himself into me and came before turning over and laying beside me breathing deeply, and sighing "It just felt too good." I like hearing that, I like when men cum because I feel good. I like that a lot.

I curled up on his bed for a while, tossing his blankets over me, and waiting while he went around the house gathering our clothes. He slid into bed beside me for a moment and just held me while I laid there. I eventually got up, put my clothes back on, and he drove me home despite my whining about not wanting to go.

It was a good evening, no matter how worried about our conflicting natures he is. I had a great time, and I'm hoping he did too.

Thank you, Ethan. I appreciate it.

-Violet.

Two Lives

Last night I made time to see Ethan, after not hearing or seeing much of him over the past couple of months. This lovely man has put up with my being stressed out, busy, and overall unavailable even though he has his own issues to deal with. Things were pretty rocky between us for a little while, but we're trying to stay close friends despite our busy schedules.

I waited in a parking lot for him to pick me up, and I hoped into his truck, tossing my bag onto the floor, and buckling myself in for the ride. After some small-talk, we were on the way to pick up pizza, and then hang out at his house for the night. Eventually we got to his house, ate a couple pieces of pizza each, and then curled up on the couch together. Curled up with his chest against my back, and my ass pressing against his pelvis, I've never been so comfortable. He was running his hands over my chest and down the back of my pants (which were slowly sliding down my hips), tickling me, and kissing my neck.

Eventually, we decided to work our way into his bedroom, where I removed my bra completely (he had already unclasped it while we had been laying), and tossed it into the corner. He stripped off his pants and shirt, and we got into bed where I pulled off my jeans and socks before curling up against him. We cuddled, and fondled, and kissed before he slipped his fingers between my legs, rubbing and flicking my clit until I was a writhing, moaning mess. I pulled off my tank top, and threw my leg over his hips, laying on top of him and kissing his neck and chest while grinding against his boxer-clad erection. Eventually, he pulled off his boxers and t-shirt, and grabbed a condom from his bedside table and slipped it on before cuddling back up to me with my ass to his hips, and sliding into me from behind, he slid in and out slowly for a couple of minutes before turning me completely onto my stomach, and fucking me with his hands on the small of my back. At some point I had asked if I could call him daddy, and he agreed enthusiastically. I added the term to my cries, and he fucked me harder, my hands over my ass while her gripped them and pushed his cock between my hips. He pulled himself out of me, and I grabbed the vibrator he had bought me a while ago from my bag.

From there, we turned over and I sat myself on top of him for a while, squirming around and enjoying the feeling of having his cock inside of me for a few minutes before turning around, removing the condom, and sucking on his cock while my hips were in front of his face. He grabbed my vibrator and turned it on, sliding it against my pussy-lips while I sucked on him. I moaned onto his cock, and sucked and licked on him while cupping his balls in my hand before we curled up next to each other for a few moments. Suddenly he turned over, and started fucking my cunt with the vibrator before sliding his cock deep into my mouth and fucking my throat slightly. He moved forward, and placed his balls over my mouth where I sucked on them and licked them as he continued pounding my pussy with my toy.

He backed up again, and continued letting me suck his cock, I could see his balls twitching, so I wasn't surprised when he turned me over onto my stomach, and put another condom on before slipping into me, he pumped into me a few times, and then replaced his cock with his fingers, and I felt him slip a finger from his other hand into my asshole and he fucked me in both holes like that for a minute before pushing his cock back into my pussy, and fucking me harder than ever. I screamed "Fuck my pussy daddy!" and he plunged his cock into me several more times before sitting back and twisting me around so that he could cum in my mouth. I sucked on his cock, and felt it shoot down the back of my throat. We laid back down together for a while before moving back into the living room to watch some more bad television and cuddle.

It was a simple, but awesome, night.
-Violet.

Practically Clinical

Today was an all-together strange day. I woke up this morning to a text from a friend of mine saying that he was in need of a good lay. My original intent in replying to him wasn't to hook up with him, but through our conversation, things just progressed in that direction. He and I are friends in school, but outside of the campus we'd never usually be seen together. As a means to protect our delicate reputations, we headed off towards my house at different times, and we only actually got to talking once he had followed me into my room, and sat down on my bed. I think we just said hi, and he took my by the waist and leaned up to kiss me.

Eventually, he pushed me onto my back and positioned himself over me, his hands went straight to my t-shirt and we kissed while he squeezed my tits through my shirt and bra. He broke our kiss, pulled my t-shirt up over my chest, and released my breasts from my bra. He didn't take his time, and didn't leave his intentions to question. He gripped my tits, and began licking and sucking them. His sucks became bites and pulls. The pain from his teeth was exquisite, and I couldn't help myself from sighing. His hand reached down to my pants, and he fumbled to release the clasp on my jeans. His lips never left mine as I raised my hips, and he yanked my pants around my ankles and spread my legs. His had came in contact with my pussy, and he teased me before sliding the crotch of my thong aside. Almost immediately, his fingers were working inside me, and when he leaned down to resume his game with my tits, I felt his hard cock press against my leg through his boxers. His fingers had me moaning, and writhing, and biting my lip. He smiled, and stood up, flinging his clothes off in a matter of seconds.

He lied on top of me, and rubbed his dick against my stomach, moaning into my mouth and pinching my nipples while he did so. He slowly moved up towards my face, and slid his cock between my tits and into my mouth. The awkward angle forced my gag reflex into hyper-drive while his cock hammered its way down my throat. He pumped relentlessly until I felt his cum shoot into my mouth. I kept sucking on his cock while I swallowed his spunk until he backed away from me and sat at the end of my bed. "Huh. I need to sit down for a minute," he explained when I sat up next to him. I stood, and fixed my top while looking around my room for my jeans. I slid into my clothes while he went in the bathroom and washed his hands, he came out a few moments later, and began adjusting his own clothing. "See ya" he smiled while he grabbed his sweatshirt from my chair. I simply nodded, and waved before going about my own business. The main door to my house opened, and slammed shut.

I wonder if this will happen again.
-Violet.

Maybe I *am* a masochist?

Today, I come to you a very, very happy girl.

I also come with a sore throat, a bruised abdomen, lightly skinned knees, and a raw pussy.
But, still, you know-- Very happy.

Last night my friend (Now, in terms of a name for this friend-- Let's call him Alex.) picked me up from my house at around nine, or so. He drove us over to this cute little residential area where we parked, got out of the car, and walked through a little path in the trees to a school yard. I've never seen this school before, but based on it's appearance, I believe it was an elementary school.

Before you think I'm some sort of horrible person, keep in mind that this all happened on a week-night, during the summer, on the darkest night I've ever seen in my entire life. So, seriously, the chances of anyone coming out and finding us were slim to none.

As we walked through the schoolyard, we decided to go over to the play-scape where it was a little more dark. When we got over there, Alex had me bend over (he's been talking about being curious about how far I can bend, lol!) and he took a picture. Now, I don't really like pictures of myself-- But I had to laugh when I saw it. For a girl who isn't a skinny-mini little twig, I sure am bendy. But I digress.

Alex then just stood there looking at me, and said "I can wait." I got his meaning, and dropped to my knees in front of him. He let out a little chuckle, and said "Going right for it?" I nodded, and pulled his cock out of his shorts.

Jesus, I wasn't prepared for this. The little voice in my head went "Oh shit" as I looked at his cock. It was longer, and fuller in girth than anything I'd previously experienced. It wasn't obscene-- it was just... Large. Never the less, I took him into my mouth, and began licking and sucking him. It was hard to get used to his size, but I think I did alright. He had his fist wound through my hair, and was guiding my strokes. Fortunately, he didn't do too much with me in terms of really forcefully fucking my throat, he'd go a few strokes and then let me pull back. My gag reflex got triggered a few times, but I sucessfully held back any fluids that could have "ruined the mood", if you get what I'm saying.

After some time of me sucking him like this, Alex had me face away from him and get on all fours. I felt him pull aside my thong, and push his fingers inside of me. I heard him tear the condom open as kept working his fingers into me. I quickly began moaning. When he asked if I was ready, and I said that I was, I felt him line up with my hole, and begin to push in.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

It felt so good, and hurt so badly. I felt like I was being forced open, but I didn't want it to stop. I just pressed back against him as he began fucking me. Now, I will admit, somewhere around this point in the night, I lost all track of what was happening. At points, I was fucking myself on him, at others my face and tits were pressed to the wood-chips while he gripped my hips or thighs and plowed into me. Do I remember when in the progression of things these occurred? No. All I remember is admitting that he was "By far, the largest cock I'd ever had.", and he conceded that I was too tight for him. Multiple times he asked me if he should stop-- But I always said no. I think I was in some limbo between pleasure and pain. It was a very new experience for me. I even asked to be spanked, which he did. (Kudos to him, I think it may have been a little bit of an awkward angle at which to spank me, but he pulled through. :P) I really don't even know how to explain it, but-- It was cool.

I know that I was moaning, or even screaming. Loud. Probably too loud for the location we were in. But, to be honest, I didn't care. Whatever I was feeling be it pain, or pleasure, or something in between-- Whatever it was-- It was awesome in every sense of the word. I was practically in tears from the soreness in my pussy, but I didn't want it to stop. Eventually, I heard him moaning and thrusting more deeply into me. When he pulled out, I leaned back against him. It took me some time to stand up, but eventually I was able to.

I reached for my hoodie, which he had placed on one of the highest handholds on the child's rock-climbing wall next to us. He reached over and handed it to me. I was freezing, and yet felt like I was a hundred degrees. We stood around for a moment, while he recovered. Eventually, we got back into the car, and he drove me home. We had only been at it a little less than an hour, and I was absolutely spent. My arms felt like I had just done a few too many push-ups, and my throat was beginning to constrict.

Essentially, I just called a friend for a few minutes, and then passed out dead-asleep. I couldn't even think of typing this up last night, so I decided to do it now. *Sigh* My throat really does hurt. I think I'll go make some tea.

-Violet

Sometimes it's even possible to scare myself...

Today my friend Ethan asked me if I would like to meet up with him, so I agreed, and we decided to hang out in a little back parking lot that we've met in a few times before. We just talked for a while, and he gave me the gorgeous necklace you're looking at.

We cuddled for a few minutes in between talking, and eventually Ethan began touching me. I decided that even though we were in the car, it'd be okay to take my shorts off. As soon as I did so, he began rubbing my gently. At first he slipped a finger inside of me, and moved it around slowly while his other hand directed its attention to rubbing my clit. I closed my eyes, and quickly began moaning. Ethan's hands always feel so good whenever he touches me. I don't know what it is-- But it's awesome. Eventually I felt him add another finger, and he kept rubbing on my clit until I came strongly. He just kept rubbing me past it, and I got to the point where I just could not stop myself from moaning.

I have more to say about that, but we'll be revisiting it in a moment.

I put my shorts back on, and we spoke for a little longer before I asked Ethan if I could "start with him", and he said that I could. I unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his cock. I'm always impressed with his dick-- It's not extremely huge, or anything. But it's the perfect size, and it really is very beautiful. I spent a little while jacking him off slowly before jokingly licking the head.

After that, I really couldn't stop myself. I tried to be parking-lot appropriate, but I just couldn't. I just kept going back down and taking it in my mouth a few minutes at a time. This just kept progressing until I really didn't even bother to come back up. A few times, Ethan's hand slid into my hair, grabbing it loosely. I wished he would pull on it, but I was too distracted by sucking his cock. I was literally sitting in the strangest position-- But I didn't care. I just kept doing what I could. We got interrupted a couple times, but eventually he grabbed his cock and started jacking off. I asked him if I could end up having his cum in my mouth, and when he got to that point, he let me. I swallowed, of course. :P

But I want to get back to the fingering scene. While he was finger-fucking me I suddenly got overwhelmed by the desire to be fisted. This completely caught me off guard. I have never been particularly interested in fisting, as it's always kind of freaked me out. It's always bothered me-- Seeing some large guy's hand wrist-deep in some little girl's body just gives me the heebie-jeebies. But suddenly, as his fingers were inside of me, I just wanted to know what it would be like to feel more of his fingers in me. It was insane. I was so confused that I just didn't even mention it to him. The thoughts unsettled me-- And I'm really re-thinking my opinion on fisting. I think it was the sudden burst of the interest that most disturbs me, seeing as how I had previously never given it a second thought.

I suppose I have a lot of thinking to do.
It'll be interesting to see where these thoughts take me.

-Violet