Bitchicisms

My life is haggard and slightly stressed...too busy to be doing anything like "blogging" in my spare time. Besides my home PC is broken.

Going on a country tour of cities without actually seeing the cities, just flying in dropping off, having an event and leaving. It's extremely hot in a lot of provinces nowadays.

Have NO time to look for NEW victims. Haven't even posted backlog on O who made a great mistake very apparent by enticing me with some hankypanky in a summer capital.

Met a barely legal teen boy I would love to get my hands on. met up with old CC friends P and B who are going along their lives. Ran into T at a huge mall. Trying to tell people my old YM id is bust (for no apparent reason it just broke).

Missing my old friends, missing my new friends. Crappers. This leg of events is running my life.

Friday Nights. Always Friday Nights.

April 20 began innocently enough. Met up with T for some gossip and food at Cafe (the place we usually go to). Well, now that I think of it, the 20th of April did not begin innocently as I was set to go out with X who I hadn't seen in ages. By go out with I mean hook up with, by hook up with I mean have sex with.

On the way home I also bumped my elbow on some stupid steel railing on the tricycle I was riding so I had an injured right elbow. That was injury number 1.

Anyway, before I left for the thing with T I received a msg from V about a gig. I thought I had replied to V, but it wasn't until later when I texted him an idiotic messgae saying, "did I reply to you?" that I found out that I hadn't sent the message I had intended for him.

V was apparently at O's house and had decided not to go to the gig he had mentioned and rather smoke weed and watch Heroes. One thing led to another and V ended up talking me into taking him to a motel and having sex with him. So we met up, he met T. And he had the gall to ask me why I didn't ask T to join us. It's kind of difficult to explain to guys that for girls it's not true that bird of a feather flock together. T was the complete opposite of me. She's actually a good girl.

So V and I went to a quaint little place (it was actually a cheap hole in the wall), and we actually walked to get there since it was that near. He brought me a joint which we shared coz I couldn't finish it.

Then he asked me to take a shower with him. He took off all my clothes and started kissing me places. He pressed me against the shower and flickes his tongue all over my shoulders and neck. Then penetrated me while standing, my left leg wrapped around his hips. He lifted my other leg without withdrawing and carried me to the bed. then we laid down and he fucked my brains out.

Amazingly he was thicker than I remembered from the last time. And he had more stamina than I remembered. It was definitely a pleasant surprise. After round 1 came injury number 2.

I went to the rest room to wash up.Admittedly a lil high on the doobie. I slipped and banged my left forearm on an upright toilet lid.

V lasted 3 rounds which I give him kudos for despite being tired and sort of chubby/huggable. His tongue is insane. As mentioned in previous post he gave me my first rim job which I will never forget.

In my rating system he's probably among the top 3 or top 5 of all the men I've slept with. He's just the right size, body and dick wise. A little chubby but not flabby. Attractive face. Has the desire to please his partner and knows the techniques to do so.

Anyway, we got hungry around 4AM and he wanted to go to B, the bar where he, O and H met and worked as bartenders. Which as a fact that totally slipped my mind when I agreed to go there to eat.

H was there when we entered. We weren't PDA-ing or anything, I was just walking behind him with my head sort of down coz it was so obvious we just fucked. H was poker faced about it.

Anyway, we sat at the bar and while V was otherwise preoccupied H revealed he had sent me several SMS messages. I told him I was using 2 numbers and I check both regularly but haven't received anything.

I double checked the number found that it had only 1 wrong number which was why it slipped my attention when I checked it the last time we saw each other.

When I told him he got the wrong number with an unfortunate only 1 number wrong, he said, "Figures, I got it from O."

I felt kinda bad but since the kitchen was clsoed at B, V and I elft in search of food. Hence hapened injury # 3.

We were walking on uneven ground, me in high wedges when I tripped, fell and skinned my knee. V was worried at first but he laughed about it when he saw I was ok and more surprised than hurt.

V and I ate at G, we didn't really talk. I told him about my trip to a summer capital and he advised me not to bring a jacket and rather find someone there to warm me up.

More on that next time....

(I'll be in accessible from May 7-8 so this next post on what happened with O at the summer capital will have to wait til the 9th.)

According to wikipedia, a rim job is..

Anal-oral contact, also referred to as anal-oral sex, rimming, or anilingus (from "anus" and "lingua"), is a sexual activity involving contact between the anus or perineum of one person and the mouth of another.

Analingus involves a variety of techniques to stimulate the anal area including kissing, licking, and sliding the tongue in and out of the anal opening.[1] Pleasure from rimming comes from the sensitive nerve endings surrounding the anal opening, which are typically stimulated by the tongue and lips. The pleasure can be so intense that it can sometimes be the only sexual stimulation one needs to reach orgasm.

Several men have had lingering fascinations with my ass. Mostly because the fact that I have such fat and soft cheeks that are prime for being spanked.

However, I only experienced a rim job recently. From the guy V who was mentioned in some other previous articles.

It was an amazing experience. So I amazing that I was tempted to propose to the bastard as he did it.

V's a master in tongue techniques (as I have also mentioned previously). And rimming is perfect for him.

I wasn't really expecting it. We were just in typical 69 position, just eating each other. When I felt his tongue move somewhere unexpected. A new place. A forbidden place.

Sure I'd let him finger me there, but always balked at full on anal sex. So it was a warm, wet liquid surprise when I felt his tongue slide over my chocolate starfish.

I was so shocked I let his penis fall from my mouth.

It was definitely something new and different. Some people may say it's gross and that it's icky. But dammit, open up your minds to the couple of thousand nerve endings on each human's body. Explore them all. You'll find there's nothing icky or gross about it.

It's human. And it's hot... sigh...rim jobs rock...