Goodbye!

This is going to be the final blog for Sniffles.

Realizing I’ve been the victim of constant and repeated emotional and physical abuse at the hands of Texas has made me re-evaluate my choices and how I live my life. I need a break from the steamy affairs.

This is my chance to live my life for myself finally, and part of that means Marie Kondo-ing everything that reminds me of him, and sadly that means this blog.

It’s been fun, until it wasn’t anymore. Thank you for reading my pleasures and remember that life is too short for bad sex.

Mr. Safety

Since the snow forced us to cancel our date tonight, I’ll tell you about one of the guys I’m dating…

You ever meet someone and they’re just….safe? Right after I officially ended things with Texas, this guy hits me up and we start talking. It was that all day, all night conversation that just flowed so freely and easily. We went on our first date and there was no sex – I really like him and didn’t want to be a rebound.

Our conversation didn’t even hit a sexual nature until about a week after our first date and I was horny. So I sent him this picture

And from there everything sped up. The first time I went to his house, we talked for hours. And then hooked up for hours. What I had intended to be a couple hours turned into an overnight stay late into the next day.

He’s a big dude. 6’4, 300lbs. He’s the kind of guy a girl like me can climb. And I do. He’s big into foreplay. Which after not getting any with Texas, is so refreshing. Mr. Safe pays attention to how my body responds and gives me more when I want it and recalibrates his approach when I don’t respond the way he wants.

The actual sex with him is…okay.

I’ve actually had more fun sitting on his face and playing with 69-style with him than I’ve had actually having sex. I like standing over him and forcing him to taste me. I like making him clean himself off my tits after he’s cum on them.

So he’s safe. He’s someone I can explore things with and enjoy myself with. It’s not my favorite. But it’s safe.

A bit of a late birthday present pt. 2

This is part two of the late birthday present I got this week.

So after I get dressed and walk out of The Biter’s room, I walk straight across the hall into Texas’ room. He’d been in this really weird mood because he’s been talking to this girl for a couple weeks and is head over heels ready to relationship the hell out of her. So, me being the person I am I talk to him about her and help him with a couple things where she’s concerned. After a while I started to get cold and decided to get into his bed to warm up. I had completely innocent intentions at that time. I could see that he was really into this girl and I don’t want to do anything to potentially ruin that for him,.. Eventually he comes up to me and playfully bit me on the ass and I told him to stop since he had a girlfriend. When he got in bed with me it was like every other time we’ve had sex…he pulled my pants off, nestled his dick between my ass cheeks and stuck a finger up my ass.

Every so often he’d stop and then start that up again. At one point I rolled over and told him if he’s going to fuck my ass he needs to fuck my pussy and make me cum because he always makes me cum and The Biter couldn’t get me to cum.

In my mind I knew I shouldn’t even be in his bed…but when it comes to sex, once I’m aroused it takes a lot to turn it off. At one point he made a comment about throwing me on the bed to suck The Biter’s cum out if my pussy if I had let him cum inside me.  I mean…That alone made me want to back across the hall and have him pump a load inside me just to make him happy.

By now I’d completely forgotten about my experience with The Biter the sex, the rhythm, the terrible aim and the bad kissing…one thing about Texas is that he’s never really been big on kissing…but tonight he couldn’t keep his lips off mine and I couldn’t figure out why.  I mean I wasn’t going to complain because shit. He’s a great kisser…but it definitely caught me off guard.

Jesus fucking Christ. I’d forgotten how much I loved the feeling if him inside of me. The way he fills me up is unlike any other man I’ve been with. I can’t describe it other that sheer fucking ecstasy. He knows exactly how to move his body and how to hit all of my spots. I came within a couple minutes with him entering me.

This sex was different though. I couldn’t put my finger on it then but I realize now what it was.

In the middle of fucking me he started kissing me again…I was loving it, and loved it even more seeing how turned on he got when he asked me if the biter came in my mouth and anywhere else on me….it was the hottest fucking experience knowing that he was turned on by another mans taste on my skin.

It felt like we had sex forever. It got to the point that my legs wouldn’t stop quivering from the orgasms. He made me cum so hard I sucked my thumb like a baby and made me feel like I was going to pass out. I love fucking him because he’s just a naturally dominant person and it carries over in be.

The sex wasn’t rough by any means though…in fact I had to tell him I wanted him to hate fuck me to which he responded “I can’t do that. I could never hate you.” And honestly I didn’t need him to hate fuck me. I’ve always told him vanilla sex with him is better than the most hardcore sex I’ve had. Ugh. goddamn Its so good that I’m still turned on just thinking about it days later.

He used a few new positions on me that only made me cum more. He mentioned that to this date I had never ridden him. He’s right…I’ve never been on too with him. I wanted to. God I wanted to but my body and brain weren’t coordinating at that point. If they were I would have flipped is over and fucked him until I came 20 more times.

But I didn’t…instead he asked me to bite him. He’s never done that. So he lifted my head up to his shoulder and I grabbed a piece if his flesh in my mouth and clamped down. He tasted sweet. I didn’t want to let go he tasted so good. But I realized that I was about to break the skin…plus I had another orgasm and would have drawn blood if I didn’t let go.

Then at one point, he’s got my legs around his head he grabs my toe and starts sucking…now, I hate feet. LOATH them and have ended sex on the spot when dudes try to suck my toes…but he did…and it tickled me into another orgasm. Never did I think I’d get off from that. Nope.

By the time we finished I had about 30 minutes before I needed to leave his place for work. So we cuddled until he fell asleep and I left.

The next day when he texted me that he has decided to be monogamous with the girl I realized why that sex with that night felt different…it was like breakup sex except there was nothing to breakup…And unfortunately it caused me to realize a whole slew of feelings that I had for him that I thought I’d dealt with. Nope.  Still in love with him.  Trying to figure out how to unlove…and that will lead to what happened to me last night. 🙂

 

PS:  Here’s the damage they did to me.  Again…I regret nothing.

A bit of a late birthday present Pt 1…

Remember that birthday present I wrote about wanting from Texas a few months back?

I got about as close to that as I could…and I regret absolutely nothing!!! I mean sure my pussy is still sore as hell, I can’t move my back or sit in chairs with high backs, and sure my tits are bruised and swollen and I have to wear a scarf in 90 degree weather to cover the hickeys…but I’m a happy girl.

Earlier this week, Texas texted me that his friend (AKA The Biter) wanted to fuck me. Apparently they share women frequently…not a big deal to me…and being that I had never met The Biter before and hey…who doesn’t love new dick?

So we meet up and hung out for a few and I really wasn’t getting any signs from The Biter that he was down to fuck…he coyly lured me into his bedroom with tales of knowing a very well known rapper. Then he randomly leaves me in his room, alone with the lights off. I don’t know what changed but as soon as he came back he hopped in bed with me and things started moving faster than what even I’m used to. The sex was alright, he’s got a good dick…satisfying in that respect but the stroke game…that makes a different. He was pounding me to a weird rhythm and at one point was in such a weird position on top of me that I could feel him pushing against my asshole from inside of me….very weird…and sadly I came nowhere close to having an orgasm.

I’ll give him props though…he hurt me so damn good. I’m calling him The Biter because my god…I look like a battered woman on my back and breasts. Bruises EVERYWHERE. He may or may not be part zombie because he was gnawing on my flesh.

And he was the first guy that I remember having to actually “tap out” with while being choked. Both hands around my neck with full pressure. So fucking hot. Goddamn. And he was all about silencing me. He had a hand clamped over my mouth and kept telling me to “shut the fuck up”…

YES SIR!

And so when he finally came I told him in my mouth…granted he had the worst aim and missed most of my mouth…but him getting it all over my neck and face came into play later…And even though he needs to work on his rhythm, I’d definitely let him hit it again. His dick was good enough.

So when we finish I get up, put my clothes on, tell him, “thanks for coming on my face” and walk across the hall to Texas’ room….

And that’s part 2 of this adventure 😉