Hit me with your best shot.....
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Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Monday, March 14, 2011
He said: Did You Miss Me? Better Late Than Never
I have suffered through a cold for the past two weeks and that, coupled with an out of town commitment last weekend meant that I didn't get my post written for this week. V, always sweet but also very organized and goal oriented reminded me a couple of times that I had missed my deadline. I think by now she has given up on me. She's out for dinner tonight so I thought now that I'm feeling better I'd sit down and jot down some notes about pot day number two. Our first time V had some issues with the pot and her throat so this time I rolled the joint thinner so that she had a better chance of being able to tolerate the smoke.
As you have already read it worked since by halfway through the joint V had her shirt open, her bra unclipped. How could I resist? As I slipped my cock under the front of her bra between her magnificent breasts I briefly considered turning her around and fucking her on the picnic table. The used condoms and the occasional pair of panties we find behind our building suggests that we were not the first to engage in sexual activity back there but it was the middle of the afternoon and someone could drive around the building at any time. We had been interrupted enough times in the past that I was a tad bit skittish about being outside and so exposed. I convinced V that privacy and warmth trumped the spontaneity of sex in the parking lot so in we went.
Unlike our previous herb experience this time I barely felt the effects of the joint. Or so I thought. Getting hard was easy, and through my slightly warped perception I also seemed harder than usual. I was like a fucking machine. V likes the sound of thigh colliding with thigh even though our mingled moans and occasional bursts of dirty talk almost drowned them out. The sex was energetic but relaxed, no rushing instead almost pure pleasure. I suspect my ability to participate in the threefer that V has previously described with such a short recharge time between sessions may have been a result of the "herbal viagra" we had ingested. After our three sessions of very satisfy sex, some licking of V's gloriously smooth pussy and some manual stimulation V broke out the picnic lunch and I succumbed to the munchies.
Though we won't be using it every time I'm sure we will be experimenting with pot occasionally in the future. By the way, I'm not offended that no one asked where I was this week.
As you have already read it worked since by halfway through the joint V had her shirt open, her bra unclipped. How could I resist? As I slipped my cock under the front of her bra between her magnificent breasts I briefly considered turning her around and fucking her on the picnic table. The used condoms and the occasional pair of panties we find behind our building suggests that we were not the first to engage in sexual activity back there but it was the middle of the afternoon and someone could drive around the building at any time. We had been interrupted enough times in the past that I was a tad bit skittish about being outside and so exposed. I convinced V that privacy and warmth trumped the spontaneity of sex in the parking lot so in we went.
Unlike our previous herb experience this time I barely felt the effects of the joint. Or so I thought. Getting hard was easy, and through my slightly warped perception I also seemed harder than usual. I was like a fucking machine. V likes the sound of thigh colliding with thigh even though our mingled moans and occasional bursts of dirty talk almost drowned them out. The sex was energetic but relaxed, no rushing instead almost pure pleasure. I suspect my ability to participate in the threefer that V has previously described with such a short recharge time between sessions may have been a result of the "herbal viagra" we had ingested. After our three sessions of very satisfy sex, some licking of V's gloriously smooth pussy and some manual stimulation V broke out the picnic lunch and I succumbed to the munchies.
Though we won't be using it every time I'm sure we will be experimenting with pot occasionally in the future. By the way, I'm not offended that no one asked where I was this week.
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Our HNT #17
L and I got together a few days ago, but poor L was more
than a little under the weather. Even though he wasn't in the mood
for sexy pictures, he was at least up for a little fingering and lots of hugs.
than a little under the weather. Even though he wasn't in the mood
for sexy pictures, he was at least up for a little fingering and lots of hugs.
Monday, March 7, 2011
She said: Can a Bus Dream?, Part 2
Continued from last week:
We lay there for a very long time, incredibly relaxed, just drifting as we gently caressed and stroked each other......until we heard the handle of the door turn followed by a loud thud that made our eyes simultaneously fly open in panic. L, thank goodness, had not only locked the main door, but also has gotten into the habit of blocking the door to 'our' room with a club chair. Between the size of the chair and the resistance from the carpet, we thought it would be a very effective door stop - now we know for sure! Ever since we were surprised by his colleague the day he forgot to lock the door (see story here), we have been taking this extra precaution. We realized it had to be the cleaners, as nobody else would have a key to breach the outer door, or would want to, on a weekend.
In my haste and panic to get dressed, I must have turned my shirt fourteen different ways before I figured out how to get it on. WTF?! I was beginning to think that perhaps I was impaired and I nearly turned to L for help until I realized he was having his own problems! I once again dressed without my underwear and hastily jammed them into a bag. While L, dressed now, went over to deal with the cleaners, I speedily went through the room picking up evidence of our activities, like condom wrappers, tissues and other mischief bag items and getting everything packed up into their bags. I moved like a whirlwind and when L returned, I sat relaxed (well, the illusion of relaxed, anyway - my hands were shaking!) in a chair, bags all packed and tucked away in the corner, looking for all the world as though we had been sitting enjoying a chat when the intrusion came.
The cleaners had moved on to deal with another area first and we decided to move to L's office and eat our lunch there - I had made soup and baked bread. Just as we finished eating, the cleaners came in to his office, did their thing and moved on. L closed and locked his door and turned to me with a gleam in his eye. He unpacked and spread his blanket on the floor, removed his pants and told me to do the same. Then he signalled me to mount him. Intrigued by this daring move - the cleaners were working just outside his door - I climbed on.
Again, that incredibly intense feeling grabbed me. As I rode him, L stroked his fingers along my thighs, then moved to lie back with his hands linked behind his head. I was getting close and I could hear the cleaners moving around outside the door. Closer....and oh, my God this was going to be a phenomenal orgasm. I tumbled over and it was all I could do not to cry out with the intensity of the feeling. L realized and grabbing me by the hair with both hands and said "No screaming!" as he pulled me down and kissed me hard. I honestly don't know how I managed to stay quiet, but beyond some hoarsely whispered profanity I succeeded. I needed a minute to recover before I could resume, but resume I did. As I took him through his paces, moving from a trot to a canter and then to a gallop, L moaned appreciatively and soon raced past the finish line.
As soon as we finished, we quickly cleaned up and got dressed, packing the blanket away, clearing the garbage and so on. We opened the door, but there were no cleaners in sight. L queued up an episode of a favourite sitcom and we watched, laughing and holding hands. As soon as it ended, it was time to pack up and leave to go home. Neither my disappointment that once again I was unable to feel the effects of the pot nor the residual sore throat, which lasted well into that night could not overshadow the sated and happy glow that enveloped me as I drove home.
We lay there for a very long time, incredibly relaxed, just drifting as we gently caressed and stroked each other......until we heard the handle of the door turn followed by a loud thud that made our eyes simultaneously fly open in panic. L, thank goodness, had not only locked the main door, but also has gotten into the habit of blocking the door to 'our' room with a club chair. Between the size of the chair and the resistance from the carpet, we thought it would be a very effective door stop - now we know for sure! Ever since we were surprised by his colleague the day he forgot to lock the door (see story here), we have been taking this extra precaution. We realized it had to be the cleaners, as nobody else would have a key to breach the outer door, or would want to, on a weekend.
In my haste and panic to get dressed, I must have turned my shirt fourteen different ways before I figured out how to get it on. WTF?! I was beginning to think that perhaps I was impaired and I nearly turned to L for help until I realized he was having his own problems! I once again dressed without my underwear and hastily jammed them into a bag. While L, dressed now, went over to deal with the cleaners, I speedily went through the room picking up evidence of our activities, like condom wrappers, tissues and other mischief bag items and getting everything packed up into their bags. I moved like a whirlwind and when L returned, I sat relaxed (well, the illusion of relaxed, anyway - my hands were shaking!) in a chair, bags all packed and tucked away in the corner, looking for all the world as though we had been sitting enjoying a chat when the intrusion came.
The cleaners had moved on to deal with another area first and we decided to move to L's office and eat our lunch there - I had made soup and baked bread. Just as we finished eating, the cleaners came in to his office, did their thing and moved on. L closed and locked his door and turned to me with a gleam in his eye. He unpacked and spread his blanket on the floor, removed his pants and told me to do the same. Then he signalled me to mount him. Intrigued by this daring move - the cleaners were working just outside his door - I climbed on.
Again, that incredibly intense feeling grabbed me. As I rode him, L stroked his fingers along my thighs, then moved to lie back with his hands linked behind his head. I was getting close and I could hear the cleaners moving around outside the door. Closer....and oh, my God this was going to be a phenomenal orgasm. I tumbled over and it was all I could do not to cry out with the intensity of the feeling. L realized and grabbing me by the hair with both hands and said "No screaming!" as he pulled me down and kissed me hard. I honestly don't know how I managed to stay quiet, but beyond some hoarsely whispered profanity I succeeded. I needed a minute to recover before I could resume, but resume I did. As I took him through his paces, moving from a trot to a canter and then to a gallop, L moaned appreciatively and soon raced past the finish line.
As soon as we finished, we quickly cleaned up and got dressed, packing the blanket away, clearing the garbage and so on. We opened the door, but there were no cleaners in sight. L queued up an episode of a favourite sitcom and we watched, laughing and holding hands. As soon as it ended, it was time to pack up and leave to go home. Neither my disappointment that once again I was unable to feel the effects of the pot nor the residual sore throat, which lasted well into that night could not overshadow the sated and happy glow that enveloped me as I drove home.
He said: V meets Herb, Part 2
After being knocked out of my lust induced reverie by the thumping of the door against the chair I jumped up and raced naked to the door. Not the best plan in retrospect. As I reached the door I could see that the person on the other side was trying to open it. "Just a minute" I called out and then turned around trying to find my clothes. V was already dressed and was gathering up the items from our mischief bag and condom wrappers. We left the room avoiding eye contact with the cleaners who were working in a different part of the office. We scurried off to my office where we ate the lunch V had so thoughtfully provides and watched some porn to help calm us down from our recent scare. As the cleaners moved through the office and came within earshot of the video we switched from porn to watching our favourite sitcom.
We vacated my office while the cleaners did their thing. After the cleaners finished we returned to my office and locked the door. I opened up the blanket and laid it on the floor. Having sex on the floor while the cleaners were finishing the rest of the office appealed to V and my exhibitionist tendencies because we were soon naked, me lying on my back with V impaled on my cock. V can get quite noisy during sex and having to keep her moans and exclamations bottled up seemed to increase the intensity of the experience for her. It could also have been the sound of the vacuum cleaner in the background that reminded us we were not alone or even the residual effects of the pot but V and I fucked like we had never fucked before. What a cliche heh? I played with V's nipples as she rode me faster and harder. V came first and I came soon after. We spent a few minutes basking in the post sex glow before we kissed and retired to our respective cars for the drive home.
We vacated my office while the cleaners did their thing. After the cleaners finished we returned to my office and locked the door. I opened up the blanket and laid it on the floor. Having sex on the floor while the cleaners were finishing the rest of the office appealed to V and my exhibitionist tendencies because we were soon naked, me lying on my back with V impaled on my cock. V can get quite noisy during sex and having to keep her moans and exclamations bottled up seemed to increase the intensity of the experience for her. It could also have been the sound of the vacuum cleaner in the background that reminded us we were not alone or even the residual effects of the pot but V and I fucked like we had never fucked before. What a cliche heh? I played with V's nipples as she rode me faster and harder. V came first and I came soon after. We spent a few minutes basking in the post sex glow before we kissed and retired to our respective cars for the drive home.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Our HNT #16
L and I visited Sexapalooza this past weekend. While we felt the Everything To Do With Sex show we attended several months ago was much better, there was one silver lining. The vendor with the amazing glass dildos was there and had a special show price on the very two-headed king of a dildo I had wanted. I snapped it up and we can't wait to play with it!
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