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

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

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.

Feel

She loves the feel your tongue.

She loves the feel of it on her tongue, gently massaging the inside of her mouth and biting her lower lip. Letting her know what is to come.

You pull off her panties and carefully lay them to the side. A memento to what you are about to do.

You slide your boxer-briefs down to the floor and slide your long, lithe body back along hers.

She looks up at you and you know.

She’s not done with you yet. You can’t have what you want until she gets what she wants.

And you give it to her.

You kiss her deeply on the lips and then slowly glide your body down hers, stopping to suck and nibble on her breasts, making her nipples stand firm and leave a trail of kisses down her stomach.

You pause just above her wet and ready pussy, teasing her, making her hips rock with just the thought of your mouth on her; of your fingers in her, swirling around and around.

Your fingers barely brush her inner thigh, drawing ever closer to her begging cunt, until you flick your index finger across her clit.

She inhales deeply as your tongue runs up and down along her clit and flicks in and out of her cunt.
The fire starts to build up from her toes and her entire body convulses, she grabs your hair and pushes your mouth deeper into her.

Your hands grip her hips hard, leaving tiny, fingerprint bruises.

She collapses against the ground, spent and you raise your face, pussy juices dripping down your chin. She licks them off you and you kiss her.

She loves the feel of your tongue.

XOXO,

The Pheonix

All hell’s bells

It’s finals week and I should be writing essays and studying like mad, but I just can’t concentrate. All I want is a dick in me, near me, on me, touching me. Whatever. Where ever. I need a big, juicy piece of man-meat. I blame the lack of sufficient cock if I don’t pass my finals.

Sex is not a two-way street…

I believe that. I truly do. And I know that there are plenty of people who will whole-heartedly disagree with me and in fact call me a total cock-tease and a selfish bitch. Well go ahead; because the chances of me changing your mind are greater than you changing mine. And here is why:

Sex should be comfortable and something you want to do. If you aren’t comfortable and are doing something that you would prefer not to, then you shouldn’t be having it.

The line between consensual and non-consensual sex is not a fine one. You can be raped in a relationship, you can be manipulated into doing something that you really aren’t up for. Trust me; I’ve been there. My ex would get super drunk and then push me into having sex when I said no repeatedly and then (this is something I am not proud of, but I was inexperienced with sex then and will never allow myself to be pushed like that again, ever) I eventually would give it up just to get him to shut up. My ex would push me to have sex without protection and every time I would totally be in my head just freaking out and I never orgasmed. Never, not once when there was no condom involved. He drunkenly propositioned two of my friends to join us in the bedroom for a threesome and then very soberly brought it up to me again and again. And then he constantly pushed my head towards his cock trying to get me to suck him off, when clearly I wasn’t comfortable or ready for it. And I told him that, repeatedly, but he just smiled like the motherfucker that he is and would do it the next time we fooled around.

Maybe my ex was just the icing on the cake for me, but I’ve probably always been this way. I have never asked someone to go down on me, as pleasurable as it is. Therefore when they do I have never felt the need to reciprocate. When I do give my boyfriend blow jobs, and I give a damn good blow job, I do it because I want to, not because I feel it is deserved. Do not get me wrong, I love going down on him; he has such a nice cock that it would be a shame not to love it with every inch of my being. Oh God I love the way he tastes and feels, his cock is so pretty and fills my mouth so fully, it’s so soft and so perfect….mmmmm……

Where was I? Oh, yes. I go down on him because I want to, because I like it. And as much as I love him down in my business, I don’t ever feel that just because I lick his cock he should lick my cunt. THAT IS NOT THE WAY SEX GOES, PEOPLE!!

Sex should always, always be comfortable and whatever you do should be because you want to. I have previously mentioned that I am the most sex smart out of all my friends and one of the reasons is this:

I have a friend who has sex with men that she has known for three days and then calls them ‘assholes’ when they do it for a week and a half and then never call her again. Well, sweetie when you give it up so fast the only thing that they will see you as is a good lay, an object; and then once they find someone they actually do like they will leave you in less than a heartbeat. And the sad thing about it is; she recognizes it! To a point at least, she believes that sex will buy her love. But to top it all off, not only does she have tons of promiscuous sex, she does it without protection! Yes, sex without condoms is supposed to feel sooooo much better but, like I said I can’t do it because I freak out about pregnancy. I know that she is a consenting adult, in both the intercourse and the oral, but she is doing it for the wrong reasons.

Again, never, ever, ever, ever allow someone to put you in a position that you aren’t comfortable in. Stand up for yourself, and don’t be afraid to speak your mind when it comes to your body and your wishes.

My purpose in this post isn’t to persuade anyone into changing their minds about sex etiquette and like I said, no one will change my mind; but my point is that whatever you do in sex, you should be comfortable about it and it should be something that you want to do, not something you feel obligated to do.

Here’s to standing up for yourself, being strong, courageous, and above all, being true to yourself; even if it means being called a teasing bitch whore along the way. Because you won’t stand alone.

The Triad