Bitchicisms

My ass has been the target for many an angry penis over time. Due to my luscious (opinion does not necessarily express the view of the writer, only of others) asscheeks, men seem to always want to explore the warm netherhole trapped in between.

I've explored the territory extensively. I've been fingered in the ass (the first a somewhat momentous occassion), I've been rimmed (see a post about V), and now yes, I've been fucked in the ass.

I always thought losing my anal virginity would be akin to losing my vaginal virginity. Something momentuous and slightly painful with a little bleeding. The actual only got the painful part down.

V and I's third time together was indeed the charm. We're learning each other's bodies, becoming a little more confident in our explorations. And while he's always made it pretty fucking obvious that my ass was a prime target, this time he actually did something about it.

We'd been fucking for sometime then suddenly I was turned over for doggie sex. Then suddenly I felt his dick thrust it's way up my ass. Due to the extreme lubrication which came from my pussy, his dick got about halfway in. Which led to me begging him to stop. It hurt. It was hot and full and an alien sensation. I started sobbing.

Yet when he finally withdrew I missed it. He didn't stay in long. Just probably trying to break me in. The fucker loved it I could tell. I want to indeed try it again. This time maybe with some warning. or a rim job prior to a thrust?

A = success

A = X + Y + Z

X = work

Y = play

Z = keeping your mouth shut

Well yeah. Leeched this off another site, but hey I like it!

Been going hither and tither. Working. Fucking (but still not enough...hahah). Hanging out with long lost friends.

Life is indeed a cycle. I go through these weird motions of wanting it and wanting it. Sex I mean. Then suddenly I get into this zone where I want to keep working and working then sex comes along and BAM! Suddenly I'm on fucking mode again.]

It's weird how sex happens sometimes. Suddenly an SMS, or a nudge or a bottle of beer. Then the next day your deliciously sore and sort of warm all over.

No hard feelings yes, definitely none. It's all just physical, chemical, fun, pure, unadulterated. SEX. Not tainted by all that confusing weird emotions and idoiosyncrasies or fears and insecurities.

Yes. No strings attached sex, just what I like. In the midst of deadlines and work and heavy loads and backlogs. Sex. It's completely fucking cerebral how I think of it.

Imagine having access to dozens and dozens of memories, flashes, even just the barest hint of a sexual encounter transformed into a full-blown masturbation fantasy.

Yes, another ode to sex. An escape from the stresses and troubles of daily life. A haven, sweet charger to my eternally depleted battery, a hobby, a passion, a creative outlet.

Fun. Pure. Clean. No Fuss No Muss Fun.

A couple of hours after I posted my "why I'm not getting laid" post, suddenly that changed.

Received SMS in wee hours of morning from V using an unknown number, asking me to meet him up at B. I went. He was there. And so was H.

Apparently the number V used to message me was H's. V currently doesn't have a phone which explains why he hasn't replied or been in touch. Which makes me wonder how he got my number when H doesn't have it. What he wrote my number down or something? Which would have been amusing...:)

Anyway, so I was chilling with the guys and H started sending me SMS messages, letting me know it was his number. He eventually (and predictably) asked me out, saying he "thought" it was cool with V because H already asked him.

Long story short I said it was ok I'd let him know when I was available. Stupid H asked if it was ok to make a play that night, and I was like, "No. Can't you see I'm here coz you're friend texted me so we could have sex?!" Well, I didn't actually say all that, but yeah I thought it.

It was weird. Yeah. And I'm flattered as hell.

So anyway V and I left together. It was morning, sun was up and we ended up at my home away from home: Eurotel.

We did it. Did it so hard I screamed several times. And the bastard fucked me in the ass!

Oh yeah, that statement deserves more than a single post. I will expound on that shit later.

V as always is good. Damn him for being so good. And after so long without I was coming like a fountain.

No orals this time, as I wasn't about to suck something that's been up my ass and of course he wasn't gonna go down if I wasn't (this is probably V's only flaw as a lover, oh, except for the fact he can get really rough).

God V's tongue is amazing, and so is his prowess. He's a lil on the chubby side so he always surprises me when he can pull off beautiful execution. My legs are still sore though.

Unlike my previous post-V post I can't really afford to wax poetic about him because there was nothing poetic about this session. If anything it was like a fast-tempo wham-bam rock song.

Oh yeah he turned me out. Again. Third time.

V's face changes whenever I see him too. First time I met him he had really short hair looked like a daddy. Second time his hair had grown and he had facial hair making him look dangerous. Now, he was so freakin clean-cut cute I felt like having a crush on him.

Yes V can do it for me. The roughness mixed with the sizable dick and the knowledge when it comes to fucking. The honesty and the candidness of our conversations. His hands. His legs. His broad shoulders that I can bite whenever I'm close.

Thank God he finally got it that I didn't need to be wet before he pushes in. I actually like not having my pussy too wet at first. More friction. A little more pain. A bit more difficult.

I'm learning the noises he makes now. God that was hot.

Which means I have none if I have time to make these posts.

Oh yeah, the last time I had sex was April 20, 2007. Which makes it Goin on 2 months. Not that I'm bemoaning it. I'm just...well..stating a fact.

Yeah, I know if I wanted to bad enough I can have sex. But I don't wanna have sex with just anyone. I do have SOME standards y'know.

Besides, I wanna have sex with someone new. I got tired of the old ones. Despite the irregularity and one night stand quality of our hook ups, if it's just sex it's just sex. No connection.

And I am horny. No less hornier than I was before. It's not something you ever really forget if you're me. Just the other day I was teasing with O.

It was about 8 or 9 AM at the office. A slow day because there were so few people in the office. O suddenly walk to my area. I look up at him and he just stares down the front of my dress and looks at my tits.He reaches down and grabs and fondles me quickly. My tits, my ass, he reaches up my skirt to touch my pussy. I hug him around the waist a lil, me still seated and him standing. He grabs my hand and presses it against his crotch.

He leaves and goes back to his cubicle. He sends me a YM: BJ. I teased him a bit. He says he'd fuck me if he only had a condom. I annoy him a bit. About 2 hours later, he is ignoring me and working. And I'm still in a heightened sense of horniness. I asked him how he did it, he replied: mindset. Damn!

I'm yearning, jonesing for someone to sleep with, but don't want to go through the effort of looking for one. My baby boy C set me up on a blind meeting with his friend P. Who turned out to be a slouchy not attractive 20 year old boy. I mean, he was nice, witty, but just not attractive.

Also am trying very hard not to give in to the urge to take a peek at O's private life.

I know O does not want me around anymore. I mean, he wants to fondle me (and has admitted to liking it, which is pretty freaking obvious cause he keeps doing it) and he wants to work with me (thank God for rackets). Yet he no longer wants to share his private life with me.

He no longer invites me to go to his fave bar. He no longer talks to me about his personal life. He has closed himself off after I fucked V. I'm trying to make this a non-issue, but my old desire to have him as a friend defeats me.

My sex life is secondary to my life. I am not willing to forego everything for sex...yet.

I keep busy so I forgot to have sexual relations or hunt for hook ups. Now I'm not that loaded and...

Most people would say this is where a boyfriend comes in handy, to take the edge off, relax and have someone to sleep with on a regular basis. I say this is what Fuck Buddies are for. Yet despite my old FB's insistence on getting me despite the fact I ditched him a year ago, I still don't want to go to the hassle of being with a steady FB. Dunno why though.

My sex life is pretty boring now. But it's sorta ok, it was pretty lively the past couple of. I refuse to actively search for guys now. I've grown up maybe just a little.

This is a fantasy I've been having since I was about 13 years old. Which shows how intensely sexual I was at a young age. (And how heavily I already was into fantasy and sado-masochism)

I am an employee (or victim or slave) of the state. And they have created clones that were bred within the system. However the clones are devoid of humanity. No emotions, nothing. It's my job/duty/privilege to teach them humanity by having sex with them.

I walk naked into this big hospital-like room. It is like a ward in the sense that only curtains separate the beds from one another. My "patients" are full grown men in their early 20's, devoid of expression. They seem to be asleep.

I approach the first one. He wakes up when I touch him. He looks at me, eyes wide. I kiss him and he inhales sharply when my lips meet his. He reaches for me and pulls me on top of him on the bed.

We continue kissing, he touches me like it's the first time he has touched a woman (and in fact he is, these clones of the state are kept in strict seclusion where even conditional homosexuality is not practiced since they are not "human" enough to have libidos). He's trying to learn me with his hands.

I touch him and he's ready and we do it. We fuck. Until he comes. I don't. But it doesn't matter because I have more work to do. I leave him and move on to the next bed.

What's interesting about my patients is that they are in various degrees of being "humanized". Which means that with each "patient" I go to, There degree of "humanity" becomes higher. which makes the sex hotter and a bit rougher.

I had a strict routine and schedule there, because the "humanization" had to work that way. I fucked three then they would all have me at one go. I had a total of 12 patients. So I did three then a gang bang in 4 sets. This was what I did once a week.

I was owned by the state in this way, doing them a huge favor. Offering up my breasts, pussy and ass to better men. They learned cunnilingus from me, 69, doggie style. All of it They learned from me. I was teaching them. Then after I was through they were human, I was part of their education.

Oh yeah. The psychology is very telling in my fantasy. I needed, at the time I started having this fantasy, to feel justified in my sexual needs. I also wanted to be used, but to have a reason for being used. I also wanted to be in control at the beginning, then be controlled at the end. Oh heck, psychologizing my own fantasies really does bore me. But this fantasy, still turns me on. And I still weave it. The actual fantasy is too long to post. Too detailed...Would make me too horny.

Oh yes it does...

I'm wet (rain got me, that bastard), and horny. Too busy to fuck though. Am racketeering. Something I actually like doing.

O and I are at extreme odds (I hate him somehow) and this has nothing to do with our sexual proclivities.

Work work work is on my mind. Being a workaholic, working my ass off. Starving myself (figuratively) and exercising trying to lose weight.

But yeah my nipples get hard whenever I get a steamy flashback and I get wet whenever I dream about sex stuff.

I'm not gonna die yet because I do masturbate quite often. My hands are cramping already. This is not a trade-off or sacrifice or typical I'll-be-good-just-make-my-family-ok thing, I just don't have the time or opportunity to indulge in sex.

Sigh.

Just got back from distant northern province. Darker and somehow hornier.

What the hell is it about rainy season that makes people horny? Is it the cold? The damp atmosphere? Rain dripping down from roofs?

Anyway, people are horny.

I came back to the workplace to find a horny O. One who asked for sex, or even just a blowjob. He seemed eager enough despite mentioning that it would be "awkward" because V tapped it before him.

I was perplexed. V had not been in contact since we last burnt the sheets. It was non-issue. There was absolutely nothing preventing O from doing me, no exclusivity clause or non-compete clause that said he couldn't or shouldn't. Not that I actually want him to...but it just perplexes me that he brought V up.

Old uragon friend Bv (22 y/o baby boy) might be in Manila soon. Possibly to hook up. Am keeping my fingers crossed. I miss young boys.

Virgin boy Bn and I have been texting. A friend asked me what the attraction was. My reply? He's cute! Pretty girl eyes. Tiny lips (which I've never tried before). And....he's a freakin virgin! Guys aren't the only ones who want to be first y'know!

Weird, psycho old X has been coming around sniffing for it. Even called when I was in T. He made a delightful offer. Since he had no cash for a C.I., if I pay for it, he'll do ALL the work. As in ALL of it. He still knows how to make me quiver. And he's actually good in bed.

Weirdly enough am on a hiatus again. Too tired, or too busy or too lazy to look for hook ups. I stay in. Unless I'm at a work thing. I'm behaved. I don't look for boys. I haven't gone clubbing in ages. I'm working, free-lancing.

A friend recently asked me to update my blog, I told her there was nothing to update. If she was looking for sex posts, I have none for her. I am too busy working on my life to look for hook ups. As of yet. :)