Happiness is balls and an additional woman.

Eye contact with H has never been as sweet and as innocent as in this moment.  Looking past the shaft of my cock mid-thrust while fucking S. from behind, I smile at H.  She smiles back.  Such childlike happiness as H and i enjoy this super sexy lover we just met less than an hour before named S.  H then takes my balls back into her mouth as i reignite the (hip) thrusters.  Thrusters at 40%, let's take it nice and steady.

Approaching warp speed level 6

i'm fucking S faster now and my balls are warm and not as tight as earlier.  H is eating S's pussy as i'm picking up the pace on S's almost-asshole-tight pussy.  That's when i notice my balls.  Them dangly things are just dragging back and forth across H's whole face.  I feel my face get a little warmer and i notice i'm developing a bashful smile as i feel H's nose, then her forehead, then her left eye.  I look down to check.  H is content as a cat asleep in a sunbeam on top of a pile of important school papers.  I let myself go and fuck with abandon.  I won't climax though.  I promised H i would save that for her.

My journey into innocence

Last night I got off the phone with a dear friend of mine, who we'll call Sue.  I spoke of Sue with H earlier in the day when i was on facebook.  I said, "This is the woman who fucked me in the ass."  I realized then i had a lot of appreciations for Sue.  As all good appreciations are best served in person, i did my second best for someone 5000 km away, i called her.  My list of appreciations are as follows:

I appreciate you for

the time you fucked me in the ass.

taking MDMA with me for our first times ever.

taking my cock deep into your throat again, and again, and again.

encouraging me to embrace my dark side.

holding me gently as i let my darkness see the light for the first time.

making me buy you breakfast, and then buying me dinner.

After awww-ing, Sue said, "you sound so innocent!"

"I know! I was just talking with H about how pure and clean i felt after voraciously fucking her. Fucking her with abandon." 

Excuse me?  So what you're saying is that the path to innocence is strewn with anal, throatfucking, and non-gentle fucking?  Yep.  It's about exposing that shit inside that you've buried deep down inside and called bad and shamed into a ball curled up tightly in a dark corner of the closet.  Like Harry Potter being forced to live under the stairs.  He was punished for whenever his magic side, his true side came out.  In muggle world, sex is magic.  And the more you step into your sex, the more you're embracing your true self.

So what happened when Harry Potter unfurled his shamed and berated and abused magical self?  He goes on the journey of a lifetime and saves the world.

My power lies in my innocence.  It just so happens that my innocence is being in approval and loving kindly, my dark and depraved self.  It's who i am and i'm beautiful and powerful. 

R Kelly’s Trapped in the Closet and I want you to Piss on me

K has never seen R. Kelly's Trapped in the Closet rapera (as in rap-opera, not rape extravaganza), so that’s been happening. It’s soooo ridiculously intense, so we’ve sort of been limiting ourselves to two episodes a day. There are 22. If you’ve never seen them before, you MUST. The drama, the drama!

And totally unrelated (though coincidentally not, RIP R Kelly’s career) K asked me to piss on him on his mother-fucking birthday. Birthday is pretty much that one day when veto power is void, and you’ve just gotta oblige your lover. Annnnd I’m up for trying new things. And we have a bathtub. And I really had to pee, or so I thought…

Pretty much the hardest part about pissing on someone is the eye-contact. I can’t regularly pee too well if I’m making eye-contact with someone in general. Sometimes it’s hard for me to even get going in a crowded public bathroom. Or at a party when it’s a really small echoey bathroom and you know everyone can hear you pee… Now imagine that you are balanced one your tip-toes, straddled, each foot placed upon one side of your mini-tub (euro-sized cause we’re in europe) thigh muscles heating up, boyfriend crammed in underneath you, looking up at your face expectantly awaiting said piss upon his chest. Not too easy. And I mean it was a little after midnight, I’d just woken up, I really really had to pee. It was there. I needed to go, urgently, just moments before. I could feel my bladder begging to be emptied. So why Why WHY would the piss just not come? Why gun-shy? Why??
(Had to take a bathroom break while writing this, just the memory made me need to pee just to prove to myself that I could…)

So here we are. I slowly lower my pussy down towards his chest. He’s looking up at me, expectantly. And I just caaaaaaaan’t. So I cover his face with my hand. Still nothing. Then I reach over and turn on the sink faucet. Ok. Deep breath. Annnnnnnnnnnnd: PEEEEEEEEEE!
Finally. I really had intended upon pissing a good five, ten minutes before this. I really had to go. I started getting a good stream going. I moved my hand off his face. I aimed and filled up his belly-button. I aimed and made a waterfall cascading down his happy trail and into his bellybutton. I pissed on my boyfriend’s chest. It felt good.

Happy Fucking birthday Baby!