Britches-n-Prose

Recently I have been talking about a Navy Boy, we shall call this boy KC.

I met KC about seven years ago on a trip to Pensacola, Florida with my best friend and her family. It was never my intent to meet any boys while on this vacation, at the ripe age of 16 I still held my v-card and had no clue how to suck a cock.

KC and I crossed paths one afternoon when my friend flaunted herself in front of his room mate, how gorgeous he was running down the beach, sweat running down his perfectly tanned and toned body…and I’m carried away. Anyway, upon following him into the beach condo he called home we were both pleased to find an additional three men, all equally as gorgeous, all bearing Navy garb.

Having an instant crush on the roommate with the accent, we’ll call him George, I didn’t give KC much thought. I really do owe George a lot, the man taught me to give the head I give today, and I’m pretty sure I give damn good head. My most memorable moments from this encounter were “suck on it like a tootsie-pop” and “shake it like a coke bottle.” These don’t have to make sense to anyone but me, and I rarely give a blow job without thinking of one of these tips.

Shortly after our suck-fest I was quickly reminded that men are complete d-bags, even the cute ones with accents. George informed me that while my blow job skills were better than his girlfriend’s, she was in fact coming to visit the next day, so I was going to have to pretend none of the past few hours had happened. LAME. It was upon leaving the condo that night that I noticed KC.

The rest of the week was kind of an amazing blur, like the kind you would see in a chic-flick. I remember drinking a lot of booze for 16.  I remember Hurricane Isabel was making its way to shore, bringing with it big waves and jelly fish.

One evening right before sunset we were all playing in waist deep water when a HUGE wave came crashing into the five of us standing there. Coming up for air I instantly realized I no longer had a suit top on. GASP! I dropped into the water, cringing a little and wondering how the hell I would get home without a top. As if KC read my mind, or had been watching me the whole time, he came to my rescue. Sweeping me up in his arms he covered and carried me back to the house, kissing my forehead and blessing me with a shirt and shorts to walk home in. Words do not give that story justice. Girls don’t get rescued out of the ocean by a Navy man, who kisses your forehead and makes sure you get home clothed.

The next day wasn’t so magical. I got stung by a jellyfish, on the outside of my leg, where I couldn’t pee on it to feel better. KC to the rescue. Yeah, he peed on me. Yeah, it felt good. Yeah, I used my new found BJ skills on him in his shower. Love.

On our final night together KC too me on a real date, but before I could be seen in public for dinner I had to get a dress. KC handed me some cash, gave my friend and I the keys to his car and told us to find me something nice, and boy did I!

Weeks like this do not exist, but I was fortunate enough to have one. I sometimes wish I could have met him a couple years later, when we surely would have fucked, and fucked good. Which reminds me, I should write my smut version of this story, the only way the week would have been better…

These fond memories are some I wont quickly forget, and since reconnecting with him all I can do is smile.

These needed to happen after tonight. I had a wonderful trip to Vegas, and @AshModeus and @LilithDiana are all to blame. She’s probably to blame for these too…

@sexhero dresses really well, oh yeah, and then there were boobs.

With the new year there comes the pondering of what’s to come…

I felt a certain parallel last week when Brooke Magnanti outed herself as the woman behind the blog “Belle de Jour.” In “real” life Brooke is a cancer research scientist, she probably wears a lab coat and some sort of business casual pant suit everyday, and you would never guess that she once blogged about the sexual encounters she was paid for.

Up until recently I worked for an institute of higher education, wore business casual to work, and conversed with high school students about their choice in colleges. Looking at me you wouldn’t guess that I had a double life, a life that few people know about, but is a large part of my life.

I spend a lot of time writing, researching, and planning how I want people to see me on here, and how thinking I will keep the lives apart for those who would be offended or just wouldn’t understand. I’ve met a lot of people through this life who I think are in the same boat, no real names, no pictures of their faces. I think it’s a shame this is how it “has” to be.

As much as I wish I could “out” myself online completely, I have a certain appreciation for how I can be who I want and not think about how it will effect things in my life, or think about what others will think. At the end of the day I like my second life, and my first life, and I applaud those to “out” themselves, as well as those who have found a way to live the life and lives they’ve always wanted.

So last weekend @sexhero and I made our online porn debuts in an activity we called #SexQuest. Our followers on Twitter were welcomed to send us their fantasies, and we would do our best to film them and put them online.

I was pretty drunk going into the quest, and with the camera and the to-do list the sex was a pleasurable blur. I remember going to bed that night thinking, “wow, somewhere, someone is getting off to me.” That was an interesting concept.

The next morning I was fortunate enough to get to watch the videos again, and have a little off camera play, before being swept off to breakfast. I didn’t watch any of the videos again until today, and I was amazed with some of the things I saw! The first 2 videos have almost 1000 views, so thank you everyone, that’s amazing!

Secondly, my favorite video, which was towards the end has less than 200 views, so I thought I’d take this time to link to my favorite videos from #SexQuest.

#1. Anal Creampie: This has been a fantasy of mine that @sexhero fulfilled, but I never got to see what I looked like until now!! Plus @sexhero’s dick looks amazing in it!

#2. The Female Squirt: I like that I can do this.

#3. Nipple Suck: I love how turned on I get when @sexhero sucks on my nipples, and how hot this video gets me.

#4. Sit on That Cock: I was having problems keeping the heavy, slippery, glass plug in my ass, but sliding up and down @sexhero’s monster cock was so damn good.

I had been looking for an anal plug that was comfortable enough to wear for hours at a time. One that I could walk in without looking like there was something up my ass, one that was shaped to fit in between my cheeks so I could sit through dinner, and finally one that was smooth enough not to feel rough after 20 minutes without more lube. I’m pleased to say I found my butt plug!

It’s called the Ryder, and it’s everything I could ever want, only mine is purple.

It’s a medium sized plug, big enough to warm me up for @sexhero’s XL cock, but small enough to wear out and about. The first time I wore this plug it was for a couple hours that involved a good amount of walking, and sitting at dinner. I was nervous how it would do, and being in public it would be harder to take out if it didn’t pass my test, lucky for me it passed.

When I first heard about glass sex toys I was instantly skeptical. Why would I put anything in my pussy that could break, and not only break, but shatter?? Now, I know it’s a thick glass, the chances of it shattering aren’t high, but I had no real interest in testing that theory out. Now, knowing it wasn’t going to shatter I thought, what about chipping? What if I drop it on the tip, chip, done. Glass toys were kind of expensive, why would I spend that kind of dough on something I could ruin so easily?

I started working at an adult store in college, we carried some glass, not a lot, but enough. We were encouraged to try out the products as much as possible, it made it easier for us to give advice, and the employee discount made it financially easier for us to try out the inventory!

Before settling on a glass piece I did my research and was pleasantly surprised with some of the things I found out. Most glass toys are made from Pyrex, which is a high grade glass that is virtually shatter resistant. Additionally glass can be warmed up, cooled down, or somewhere in between, and without a vibrator it needs no batteries and has no moving parts to break. Finally I read about how easy it was to clean, and because it’s not porous, you can leave it until morning!

I broke down and bought a really basic straight glass dildo with a little bit bigger head and base, and I’m MORE than happy I did. I showed it to my lover at the time, he hadn’t played with glass much before either, and before I could tell him any more about it it was out of the box and in me. It was a little cooler than room temp so it was much colder than the inside of my warm tight pussy. The cool glass quickly warmed up and as I got wetter the toy easily slide in and out, my lover pushing it a little deeper every time.

Since that first encounter my glass collection has grown, an anal plug there, a curved pink dildo here, but I still go back to that “oldie but goodie” first piece I bought nearly 3 years ago. It’s my reliable stand-in when no one’s there to fuck me.

What do you think of glass? Have you tried it? Do you have any stories?

So as you all know if you’re following @sexhero and I that we recently posted an ad looking for another couple to fulfill some of our fantasies. One of  the big fantasies for @sexhero is having his dick sucked by more than one woman at the same time, which really only requires a threesome, not a whole couple. @sexhero has another lover he’s with sometimes, and upon first glance it seems his fantasy could be easily made a reality with the 2 lovers, the problem is my feelings about it.

I find that when I think about it my issue lies with how I will feel during the act if it ever happened. When I think about it I feel like I would much rather grab the hottest girl off the street instead of his other lover, and then I wonder why I feel this way.

When I’m thinking about threesomes and love triangles I think there are a couple ways that they could really work in a healthy way. The way I think I would prefer would be the open couple decides to bring a third piece into the equation, with an important part of the equation being that the third piece doesn’t already have a sexual tie to someone in the couple. Another way I think this could work would be three people who have no sexual ties, but then develop them together.

Having the third piece be someone with a sexual tie to only one player will automatically bring out the jealous human nature of a person. They have history. Who’s better? Who is coming home at the end of the night? Is she hotter than me? I know @sexhero never compares his two lovers, but deep down I think I would be constantly comparing.

At the end of the day, I’m more than willing to share, and to be in the sharing; I just want to be completely comfortable with the situation, and know I’m the one he’s coming home with.

If you ask her mom she’ll tell you the story about how her daughter was “swimming” ever since she was old enough to control her movements. As a little girl she’d use a blanket, not knowing what was happening, just knowing it felt good. When she was old enough her mother took her aside and asked her if she knew what she was doing, she said no. Her mother asked her if she did it because it felt good, and she said yes. Her mother then revealed to her the name of what she was doing, masturbating.

At first she was a little ashamed. Her mom had caught her in her dirty secret she didn’t even know should be a secret, until it was given a name. Who else knew? She’d been doing it her whole life. Would she stop? Should she stop?

As the years went by she kept at it, graduating from baby blankets to hand massagers from Walgreens. On her 18th birthday she bought her first toy and that was the beginning of something good. The turning point came in college when she started working at an adult store, employee discounts and $1 rentals nearly “ruined” her, and taught her how to always get an orgasm, and how to squirt.

Which brings her to today. She’s laying face down, naked in our bed. Her hair is up in a messy bun, she must have just gone straight to the bedroom from work or her hair would be flowing free down her back. As I walked closer to the bed I noticed a small white and pink blanket between her legs, the lips of her pussy were opened slightly, glistening with a layer of fresh come. She was asleep but I knew I had to have her.

I slowly undid my belt and pants, letting them fall quietly at my feet. Climbing onto the bed I knew I had to be in her before she woke up and rolled over, ruining the moment, and the perfection of her body. She awoke with my first thrust, deep into her with a moan and a shake. She giggled as I kissed the back of her neck. Raising up off of her she rolled onto her back, looking into her blue eyes I knew we were going to need some new sheets when we were done…