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Posted on Wednesday, 28 December 2011.

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Headed to the shower with the Speeding Bullet vibe Nate gave me for my birthday. Hooray for listening to your partner when you browse a sex shop together. He sure knows how to treat a lady for when he’s not around to treat me himself…
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Posted on Monday, 28 November 2011.

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Nate’s handywork. I was high on edibles and felt every sting of contact ripple through my body. His palm would find its way back to keep me in line while he fucked me from behind. He has a soft personality so I love the change of pace when he unleashes his aggressive energy on me. Rough and fantastic. 
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Posted on Tuesday, 11 October 2011.

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Nate had stowed the camera under the bed after taking several shots of my mostly naked body. He was wildly turned on, his hard outline pushing through the grey and green stripes of his boxer-briefs. I was horny and dizzy from the flashing light signaling each time he captured me. I had been masturbating for twenty minutes while he watched me from the edge of the bedroom, taking me in from different angles. After my quiet orgasm he crawled over to my splayed pussy and placed my thighs on his shoulders. His tongue lapped up the remnants of the last one while his index finger stimulated my clit toward the next. I climax so quickly when his mouth is sucking on my cunt…in less than three months he’s learned how to shove me over the edge with only five minutes of flicking. His palm held my lower back as I grinded harder into his gorgeous face.  This one made me moan loud. We were mega-stoned on chocolaty edibles. I could hear my sounds and which of his exact moves I was reacting to. The orgasm hazily reached into me like a warm blanket wrapping tightly around my body. My vagina pulsed, then widened, and released a stream of wetness onto his lips. I collapsed, groaning for more of him and tugging at the fabric keeping me from his delicious cock. He put his arm around me and kissed my forehead. I reached into the darkness below the mattress and pulled out the camera. The hand that stroked my breast paused. I kissed him. “I want a photo from my perspective. I promise I won’t get your face.” He kissed me back and tugged on my hardening nipple.
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Posted on Saturday, 10 September 2011.

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Posted on Monday, 28 March 2011.

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I want someone to come up beside me and lick my nipple carefully, considerately. I want to harden from teasing breath…and then moan without inhibition as someone shoves several fingers inside my wet cunt. I want someone to pump them in and out without any delicacy, making me thrust down into the couch like the hungry-eyed animal in lacy underwear that I am. I want to leave my boots on while someone fucks me. As the heel tears tiny holes in the old leather, I want to reach backward and feel a sweaty body plunging, pushing, ripping into me. I want to feel someone slowly pull out with rotating hips, causing uncontrollable tingles. I want the cool touch of someone’s tongue licking my exposed pussy lips while fingers flick my swelling clit.  I want to coo at someone as I vocalize the sensation, inspiring their hungry body to rush in for more of me. I want more penetration, more feverish grunting, more slick sounds of our parts making a mess of each other. I want to have orgasms slap me across the face, someone’s hand smack my pumping ass. I want to fall into pain and emerge in pleasure. I want someone to fuck me hard with moments of tender that eclipse into dark bruises on my fair skin.  I want someone to pull my hair when they’re ready to release. I want my neck to strain and my muscles to tense as someone roars out their climax. I want to lick up liquids, swallow someone into my deep breathing belly.  I want a glass of cold water to share with someone. I want someone to collapse on the rug and proudly comment on their work, hand prints grasping into my skin. I want someone to close their eyes with ease, then open them upon hearing me sigh with preemptive gratification.  I want to be back in the same position as when someone first saw me, ass lifted in the air, elongated limbs awaiting a second wind. I want someone to not hesitate. I want more than you can possibly handle.