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.

Back on the saddle

One of the things I’ve been exploring since leaving Texas is the power of my body and sexuality. Exploring how I use my body to please both myself and my partner.

Admittedly while with Texas, I had a lot of hangups while having sex with him. Which meant I was never on top.

But I threw caution to the wind and said “fuck it.” Obviously the guys that want to fuck me, like what they see…so I’ll take advantage of that.

Enter “Taco”…he’s called Taco in my book because he fucked me after feeding me tacos once. And that was pretty fucking awesome.

I met Taco on OKC, and it was really one of those conversations that started with me saying, “so how’s a lady supposed to get in your pants?” And after like 4 more texts I found myself at his house at 3am. Taco was the first cock I’d had in me since Texas and because of that I made it clear that when I got over there the first night it wasn’t to get to know each other.

And we didn’t. I got to his place, knocked on the door, and he answered the door naked with a huge, hard cock. We made it to his couch. I didn’t even realize he actually had a bed until like the 3rd time I was with him.

He tried to fuck me bent over the back of the couch but the angles were 100% wrong (thanks Ikea), we didn’t hit our stride until I got him on the couch and straddled him. There was something so liberating about watching him enjoy me riding him. And something even more enjoyable seeing his face smothered in between my tits.

Sadly, I wasn’t able to cum from being on top, as much as I enjoyed being in complete control of us. So I told him, before he could cut he needed to get me off first, because I’m a fuckin lady, right?

He bent my ass like it was a pretzel and hit the exact spot I needed hit…over and over again. He took a position I was used to with Texas, and took it to an EXTREME. I came so hard on my final orgasm I accidentally slapped him. Oops.

And then I left and was home by 4:30am.

Interesting note about Taco: he could be twins with one of Texas’ best friends.

That feeling

This is going to be kind of a departure from my usual blogs…be forewarned

I hung out with Texas last night and we discussed the possibility of me being addicted to sex. I’m no stranger to hyper-sexuality and am definitely horny all the time.

But I realized that I’m pretty close to my happiest when I’m having sex. Actually not just sex…great sex. And not even just sex as in fucking someone. If there’s a mental or emotional connection with someone my orgasms are stronger and more intense and last twice as long.

I noticed that last night while Texas and I were having sex. Number 1 it takes quite a lot of effort for me to cum while on top usually. But last night it came effortlessly while I was on top of Texas.

Number 2, when he was fucking me I couldn’t get my legs to stop spasming. It was kind of embarrassing…I couldn’t hold them up they were shaking so bad.

My favorite part is when I can feel everything building and building and when I’m teetering on that edge and finally do fall over and give into that feeling it’s pure fucking ecstasy. My mind goes blank and I lose control of my motor skills.

So yeah…I’m addicted to the feeling I get from sex. And I’ll happily chase that feeling until I’m satisfied. 🙂

Shit. I’m sitting here on my break replaying everything in my head and I’m soaking wet. I wish I had time to get myself off before my next meeting…

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.photo(24)

Mystery Man

So long story short I threw my back out Friday and have been in constant pain (bad pain) since then.  It all accumulated today when I had to fucking roll and slide out of my bed (a three foot drop to the ground), army crawl to the stairs, slide down those, and army crawl into my kitchen to find food because I’d been awake for 8 hours and needed to stuff my face.  In between the pain meds, muscle relaxers and down time I’ve spent a lot of time thinking….which is incredibly dangerous for me.  My mind is my greatest weapon when it comes to me being my own worst enemy.

For some reason I keep thinking about this dream over and over in my head that I had last night…

I’m cooking dinner when a man shows up at my door…I don’t know who he is.  Not literally (because according to him we know each other)  but in my mind I can’t make out his features…all I know is he smells like Arber cologne from The Body Shop (the number 1 scent on a man that instantly turns me on).  I greet him with a kiss on the cheek and a quick hug and invite him in.  He’s familiar.  His presence is safe and comforting.

He’s dressed in nice jeans and a dark blue button down shirt and I’m in this drop front black dress and 6inch, red, patent leather wedges.  I tower over him but it doesn’t bother me.

I’m cooking flank steak, Spanish rice and have fresh tortillas warming in the oven.  He picks up a knife and starts helping me dice onions and peppers.  When dinner is ready we sit in front of my window overlooking the bay.  Its a clear night right around dusk and the sunset is creating the warm orange/pinkish glow that accents the lights on the port and city beautifully.  We enjoy our meal and talk about politics, social issues and aliens (don’t ask).

We move over to my couch to continue the conversation, and the topics shift from personal views and opinions to talking about sexual histories.  We spend hours probing each others minds about various fetishes, fantasies and desires over a bottles of wine when I decide to kick things up a notch.  I straddle him as he tries to tell me about the time in college that he had a threesome.  I’m kissing him everywhere…his lips to his ears, down his neck, around his collar bone and back up to his lips as he slides his hand up my thigh and under my dress.  I’m not wearing any panties and he takes advantage of that; running his fingers in between my cheeks and gently grazing my backside.  In my dream I’m anticipating him exploring more and my heart starts to race with excitement. I want nothing more than for him to discover my body.  To find out how to touch me and where to touch me to elicit the responses he wants.

I can feel him hardening under me with every movement of my hips grinding into him.  I start to unbutton his shirt and run my hands over his chest and through his dark brown hair…I love a man with chest hair.  Jesus-fucking-Christ do I love a man with thick chest hair.

He tells me he’s missed the feel of my skin in his hands, that he missed the way I sucked on his ear…the way I moaned when he used to bite my bottom lip and the he way I move my body when he runs his hands over my lower back and ass.  All I can think about is how familiar this is.  How much I’ve wanted this from him…and even though I’m inches away from his face I can’t tell who he is.  The lights are down in my apartment and the only illumination is coming from the lights of the city. 

I work my way down his body as I’m unbuttoning the rest of his shirt until I get to the waist band of his pants.  I look up at him and smile. I want what’s under his pants.  I want to worship his cock and show him how much I love it.  He puts his hands in my hair and tells me, “do what you want baby”.  I take my time unwrapping him.  I’m excited and want to savor every moment and I can’t take my eyes off him.  He’s studying me, watching my hands and my face….I secretly hope he can’t tell how much I want him.  I hope he can’t see the anticipation in my eyes. 

I pull his pants and boxers off and he’s rock solid in all of his glory and I can’t help but smile as I take him in my mouth and swirl my tongue around his head.  I love the sigh he gives me as I make my way down his shaft, working my hands in a circular motion around his base as my head bobs up and down on him.  When he grabs my head he doesn’t force me down on him, he doesn’t try to control me, he just holds onto me like I’m whats keeping him connected to this world.  The longer I have him in my mouth the less I want to stop myself.  I stop to tell him how much I love his cock and how perfect it is and he just smiles at me and tells me to “come here.”  I don’t want to stop but he gives me a little yank on my hair. 

As I stand up he grabs my hips and lowers me onto him, slowly until he’s fully inside of me.  I start rocking back and forth with guidance from his hands on my hips and I can already start to feel the ecstasy building inside of me. He’s controlling the pace and keeping things slow, but his grasp on my body is getting tighter.  He moves his hands up my back and pulls me into him so my breasts smother his face.  He takes my nipple in his mouth and bites down gently, enough to send a shiver up my spine adding to the pleasure I’m already experiencing.

He starts to increase the pace I’m riding him at and I can’t control myself anymore. I’m right there on that edge, teetering back and forth as I’m riding him…everything is being stimulated and he grabs my face and kisses me.  He can tell I’m going to cum soon and tells me to wait for him because he’s close too.  He wants to look me in my eyes as he pushes me over the edge. My body explodes and shakes uncontrollably as he drags my hips across his lap in short, disjointed strokes.  I’m hot and sweaty and collapsed in a heap on him…

We sit there for a while, in silence…blissful silence.  He strokes up and down my back with his hands as I kiss his shoulders and its just perfect and comforting.

 

Then my horny ass woke up in pain and it was over.  Just like that.  Stupid fucking subconscious.

Who was that guy in my dream?  Why was the sex so incredible? It was so gentle but that orgasm was fucking fantastic…Why was I cooking Mexican food instead of something that’s more my style?  Why wasn’t I able to make out his face?  Why did he feel so safe and comfortable?  Why didn’t we get in bed?

So many questions and ZERO answers god dammit.

Ugh.