Sorry:(

I know that I’ve been very boring in the sex department or even just in the writing about my life department, but school comes first. Even though I should be the one coming first:)

Shortest of short updates: C and I broke up; I can’t be tamed and he can’t run wild with me. The break up was mutual, but today I had an amazing epiphany about him: He doesn’t reside in my heart anymore, and it brings me content.

I promise that as soon as I have time I will update you on what’s been going on, but here’s a hint: sexual activity while driving. Did I mention that I was the driver?

Dry Spell

So C is sick and we’re out of action until he gets better because he doesn’t want to get me sick from having sex. I told him it would totally be worth it. Bugger wouldn’t budge.

It came at the worse timing too, because on Halloween night we have the most amazing sex ever!

Five times.

Three time of him on me.

Two blow jobs.

And a partridge in a pear tree.

Shockingly, I wasn’t sore at all but in the most relaxed state I have ever been in throughout my entire life. *sigh* At least I set a new record for myself. Maybe we’ll beat it soon.

Not that his booty embargo did any good on keeping me healthy, I took care of him all day yesterday and today my throat is scratchy and my neck is sore. If he had just broken down and given it up I’d at least have had a good three or four orgasms before starting this week of classes.

Stupid boys.

XOXO,

Whisper

Decisions, decisions

I’ve got a dilemma.

I want to get a new piercing and I’ve narrowed it down to two choices: navel or hood.

I really want the navel, but then I think about the hood and I get that familiar tingling down in my pussy and I can only fathom what wonders would happen to my multiple orgasmic body with an extra helping of sex things.

I was discussing which of the two piercings I should get with C and when I said that it was down to the navel (he started nodding, probably just jabber to him at this point) and the hood (his eyes got huge then and his mouth dropped, teehee) he said that he’d had some experience with a hood piercing before and he approves. I know what he approves of *wink* *wink*.

I have a friend that has her hood pierced and she says that it’s not so much what it does during actual intercourse, but when her boy is going down on her and how he plays with it.

Even now thinking about it, I just want to go and touch myself. Which poses another problem, that particular piercing could interrupt with my studies…. Hmm….worth it!

But I still have to decide which I want first, I have wanted the navel ring longer and it would look super hot when I’m on top.

What do you readers think?

XOXO,

Whisper

Drama, thy name is Kay.

So Kay is still going on and on and on about my life.

A little about Kay: She fabricates and embellishes everything she hears. She takes third person stories as fact without ever going to the person the story is about and asking them. She makes everything her business and always has to be in control.

Kay constantly bitches about me and my relationships, claiming that I treat everyone in my life poorly. My thought on that is if I treat everyone that badly how is that I still have friends real close to me? Hmmm? Riddle me that, Kay.

She relives my past mistakes in relationships, mind you I’ve never told her anything about my relationships. I just keep wondering; if I’m so unsuccessful at any relationships, and specifically male-female dating relations, then how would she categorize her relationships? She has been broken up by, or has broken up with, every guy she’s ever dated and I am just wondering how she classifies those as a successful relationship? Again, riddle me that Kay.

Anyways, I’ve just been pondering why my personal intimate relationships are any of her business and how she is included in them when I don’t tell her anything. Just some thoughts I needed to publish.

XOXO,

Whisper

My new favorite song

Katy Perry – I kissed a girl

As true as this song is for me, I am straight; but I must state that girls are better kissers than guys. Fact. They, we, have softer lips and smoother skin, we’re very self conscious about our breath and I haven’t met a woman that does not have a soft, supple, very talented tongue. 

All I’ve ever done with a woman is kiss, and even then it is only when we are both super-duper drunk.

But I’m not too proud to admit that I kinda, sorta, a little bit can’t wait for my best friend to come back from her vacation and get drunk together. Who knows what antics we’ll get up to….

 

XOXO,

Whisper

Bitches please!

So, I’m going through a pretty tough breakup and my old boyfriend has already moved on; in fact he went on a date two days after we broke up. What the fuck is up with that? You break up with someone that you told uncountable times that you love and then go on a date two days after you end the relationship?

Whatever, that’s not even what this post is about. It’s about me. Well, this whole blog is about me, really, but nevermind that.

I know that I am a strong, sexy, confident, beautiful, great catch of a woman. But the ex-girlfriend inside me has wavering faith. So this post is going to verbally bitch-slap her into common sense.

I know, she knows, everyone who meets me knows, that I am drop-dead gorgeous. This is simply fact, not me fluffing my own skirt. This point was proven today when I put on a black racer-back V-neck top and a red-dyed skirt from Mexico that makes me look like a flamenco dancer when I pair it with my sexy black 3″ heels. Which also puts me at the grand height of 6′3″. Oh, yeah; believe it. Back to me wearing this outfit to my indoor lab job, I was listen to techno-club-dance music which always makes me want to dance, thus the flamenco dancer outfit.

Well, as I was walking to work, (p.s. heels make me strut more than I normally do) there was about 7 guys across the street doing repairs on a house and when I came out of my house they all just stopped what they were doing. So I strutted more. Yeah bitches! Watch me walk away! You know you like it! Don’t you wish you could tap that?!

As shallow as it may be, it made me feel good. And with that stupid ex-girlfriend nagging my ass all day long I need to feel good about myself.

XOXO,

Whisper

Submissive Part II

…….Languidly you pull the hem of your boxers down, further and further until you’re sprung free from your boxers and a greedy smile spreads across my face and glints in my bright eyes………

I can barely see the trail of precum sliding down the head of your cock. When I begin to lick it, it bobs away from me, you chuckle and guide it into my mouth allowing me to lavishly lap up all the sweet and salty juice that trickles down your shaft. You taste so good that a moan comes from me, which makes you moan in return and push my head farther down on your hard cock until all of you is in my mouth.

Sucking you off takes some finesse without the use of my hands and I nearly lose my balance.

My tongue swirls around your head and I bob up and down your shaft. Your hips start to rock as I work my magic and I spur you on by gently racking my teeth back down your shaft towards your head, I begin to suck hard making my cheeks hollow with the pressure and rub my tongue in the little valley that makes up the ridge on the very tip.

You’re getting close now and grab a my fistful of my hair pulling my mouth off you, you pump yourself furiously while I wait, mouth open, for your warm salty seed to spill onto my waiting tongue. I flick my tongue across your cock’s head one last time and that’s all you need, you spill yourself into my mouth and I lap it all up eagerly, then I lick the drops that are on my lower lip and chin.

You call me your good little girl and untie me, but I’m not finished with you.

No, I’m going to tie you up, then we are going to do this all over again only with the roles reversed.

I’m not your good little girl and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

XOXO,

The Phoenix

Losing my virginity…

…to myself.

That’s right, tonight was my first night masturbating.

I know, right? I write all this sex and I have never experienced it with myself, the person that knows what I want and need best. Now that I’ve done it I can’t help but think,

‘What the hell is wrong with me? Why haven’t I been doing this all of my twenty years?’

To answer it simply I just never felt the need for it, until now. Why now? The Boyfriend is gone for another week and writing all of these past memories and thinking about how to make new ones, reading all of the pages on my blogroll, and just being a horny being in general I finally felt that need. Now the only problem that I am potentially going to find my hand wandering between my legs when I am supposed to be studying, or at work, or even just sitting here writing these posts.

I think that mainly I was just curious about what I felt like and the anatomy of a well toned pussy. I mean, of course I have seen myself but I haven’t ever felt myself. And I can understand why I’ve been told I’m amazing in bed: my pussy is as tight as a drum! Yay me!

I’ve got to say that I’ve had an epiphany and now believe that high schools around the nation are teaching sex ed wrong. Screw learning how to put the condom on the banana! Teach young teenage girls how to do this and they won’t need a guy! (except me, I still need you sweetie! *cough*)

If you’ve never gotten yourself off before, don’t be ashamed, I was there once too. I do feel, now, that every woman (and I am targeting women specifically because men are men, of course they’ve done themselves before) should do, simply to experience what any male (or female) experiences when they slip a finger in between a pair of wet lips. And don’t just pull down your pants and start going to town on yourself during your first time either, take some time, make it special, light some mulberry candles, drink a glass of wine (or if you’re like me and don’t like wine try Champagne or Bailey’s) draw yourself a warm bubble bath (not too warm, you don’t want to burn your clit off, not good) and lastly take your time*.

The naked female body is a wondrous thing and every woman should explore her own. If my own words don’t convince you to explore your own pussy then here are some posts from The OEN that might, she’s in my blogroll, check her out:

P.S. I am sorry about not being able to make it so that you can click on a link in my post and go directly to the post I am referring to, I’m not that comp savy. Any help would be appreciated.

Loving Pussy

Happy Fucking Labor Day: Threesome Part I

Happy Fucking Labor Day: Threesome Part II

Happy Fucking Labor Day: Threesome Part III

Happy Fucking Labor Day: Threesome Part IV

*I know that I am really inexperienced in pleasing myself and so some might be thinking, ‘What the hell is she talking about? She doesn’t know shit!’ but I am just stating (writing?) what would get me in the mood, or would seem nice to be but do whatever you want, as long as you end up doing yourself.

XOXO,

The (newandimproved)Phoenix

Submissive Part I

I feel the way that you do after you hold your arms out and spin and spin and spin.

Off balance.

That’s how I always feel when you tie me up.

Off balance.

When you show off your present by running the ribbon through your fingers while the oh-so-familiar glint shines in your eyes, I know. I know that you have some kind of punishment for this naughty girl.

You tell me to get on my knees and take off my revealing top, I readily oblige.

Then you slowly circle behind me, the length of time that it takes you is agonizing, finally you bend down to securely tie my hands behind my back and let them rest on the gentle slope of my ass.

You make your way around to stand in front of me and then walk away while all I can do is watch. You sit in a dining room chair, legs spread, one arm draped over the back, relaxed; waiting to see what I will do in my compromising position.

‘Come here’ your tone isn’t commanding, yet you aren’t asking of me either, it’s somewhere in between.

You watch as I struggle to my feet, like a foal learning to stand for the first time; after I’m standing I walk over to you and even though I am hovering over you while you sit I still have a submissive and acquiescent posture.

You tell me to kneel again and again I’m willing to comply.

You torture me when I see that you are hard beneath your boxers with your jeans unzipped, knowing that I can do nothing to free you hard cock with my hands tied as they are.

Next you torture me some more as you reach down and stroke yourself, you see the hunger grow in my eyes and begin to stroke harder.

I bite my lip and circle my hips with the thought of your tumescent dick buried deep within me, in my mouth, in my pussy and watching me squirm makes you moan.

I look up into your eyes and mine are pleading you to release your cock, I’m so hungry for your cum.

Languidly you pull the hem of your boxers down, further and further until you’re sprung free from your boxers and a greedy smile spreads across my face and glints in my bright eyes.

To be continued……..

Swinging

The sun beat down fiercely on her bare shoulders as he softly kissed her neck and along her collarbone; as he did this she leaned back on her elbows and titled her head towards the sun, soaking up the warm rays. It was bliss.

The park is empty, nothing around but the two of them and a swing set.

He stops his kissing, causing her to peak out at him beneath one eyelid. He begins to stand and gives a gentle tug on her hand, signaling that she should do the same. Groaning in protest she reluctantly gets to her feet and he pulls her towards one of the swings; he settles down and she slowly straddles his lap as he lifts her sundress over her hips and his fingers play at the strings of her panties that tie there. He pushes the loose panties aside and slips a finger into her slick cunt.

A moan escapes her lips and he places his thumb on her clit, swirling it around until she grips the swing chains and he has to reach one hand behind her back to keep her on his lap as she explodes in orgasm.

He pushes slightly off the ground while she catches her breath.

They go back to his apartment soon after, leaving the swing rocking gently by itself.