Good Sex Is Worth Messing Up My Hair

In a very vast world, I love few things: theatre, sex, dance, literature, penises, large breasts, my lips, giving oral sex, canned corn, my first love, and, most of all, my hair. Because, today, most woman have extensions or weaves I pride myself in my hair. With the exception of its' color, its all natural (I haven't had a natural hair color since I was about 12). I don't even have a perm, I blow dry, and flat iron it when I want it straight. Even during sex, I fuss with it inbetween rounds to make sure it looks good. But with my favorite Italian lover I totally forget about everything BUT his cock, and how badly I want it inside of me.
He had court Thursday, so I let myself into his apartment. My friend, unfortunately, decided she didn't want to hook up with him, so she didn't join me. I stripped off my jeans, and flannel shirt, so I was in just my camisole and panties and got under his sheets. I had a good thirty minutes until he'd be home so I made some calls, and watched TV.
When he finally got home, I was still in my panties and camisol, some stuff legally issues happened that I don't really understand the details on (nor do I care to find out) so he was a bit jumpy and on edge. We discussed it and some other shit until he told me to move over, got under the covers, and said "I have a question for you... do you wanna suck my cock now?" as if he had to ask.
Now, I love giving head in general. I really do. But I especially love giving it to him. He enjoys it so much, I love to please him. As I swallowed his cock whole he said "Goddamn, [Dirty], your mouth is like a Treasure chest. I just love it". I could go down on him for hours.
Finally, he grabbed me by the arms, flipped me onto my back, and held my legs back by my head before ramming his dick into me. After the two days he had had, he didn't want to make love, he just wanted to fuck, and I was fine with that. He fucked me harder and faster than he ever had, which I honestly didn't think was possible. Finally he let my legs go, collapsing on top of me, slowly fucking me, and kissing me bruisingly rough. This was all for him. He had had a bad day, and I knew he needed to let loose and I wanted him to do so on me. I was horny, and all I had been thinking of was his dick for quite some time, so this was working out well for both of us. We were nipping, kissing, and licking between moans, his hands pulling through my hair my hair, my nails in his back... and finally and he busted inside of me. He hopped off of me, and I cleaned myself up, pulling my hair into a quick pony tail, then crawled over to lick his cock clean, then he ran to get some water.
Evidently I'm the only person who makes him cum, which makes me feel special.I threw on my sweat shirt and crawled into his bed. We smoked a cigarette, and talked for a bit, but, as usual, it wasn't long before I was licking his cock until it was hard, and he flipped me over and rammed me from behind. I love doggy style, as most people know, and the harder the better. This was one of those times. He came, I came, and, again, collapsed on his bed. We both had things to do, so we smoked and chatted while getting dressed, and I, as usually, forgot my panties at hit house, I think. He actually talked me out of one of my favorite flannel shirts, but it's okay, as I have two.
All in all, a good, quick fuck. 

A Failure Of A Day Made Into A Positive

I've been itching to makeout with a girl. I don't why. I just have. I love girls. We're sexy creatures, really. Today I got my chance. One of my favorite Italian lover has never had a threesome. I've never had one I was sober enough to remember, but that's better than none, I suppose. So, I brought my adorable, blond friend over to my lover's house. I called to let him know we were on our way and he said he was out but to let myself in, as I've been there before. I did so. I had no problem making myself right at home, going to his bedroom, stripping down to my bra and panties, and slipping under his covers, encouraging my friend to do the same. We've made out plenty of times, both drunken and sober, so it wasn't long before our bra and panties were gone and we were just making out like crazy. The groping began, my head dipping under the pillow, licking at her neck... to her nipple and back to her lips and then it was on.
We ended up totally forgetting we were really there to have a threesome with my Italian, and fell asleep... and awoke nearly two hours lately to find him still not there. Obviously we were furious and sent him "You pretty stupid, you had two naked girls in your bed and didn't get to fuck either of them" texts and stormed. Comes to find out he had a run in with the police (the details of which I'm really not clear of) and couldn't contact us. It didn't make our business bad, we ended up at my house, hooking up all night.
To make it up to my Italian I'm going over to his house tomorrow for a true sexcapade. But tonight was also a sexcapade... just one of the same sex for once (:

I Have Multiple Italian Lovers... They're All Pretty Great

I've come to the conclusion they make great lovers. I've had plenty of poor sexual experiences, but never with an Italian.  I use to say the same about Puerto Ricans... until a recent experience made me change my mind.
Like previously stated, I've had bad sex before. Whoever came up with that saying "Sex is like pizza, even when its not the best, it's still pretty good" was sadly mistaken. When I say this was bad sex, I mean it was BAD sex. It lasted all of 3 minutes. Now, after 4 and 5 hour sexcapades how in hell am I expected to total pleasure in 3 damned minutes? On top of that, there was no foreplay. I don't ask for much (though the more, the better) because I do get turned on relatively easy, but when you call foreplay asking me to put the condom on for you we have a problem.
Now, sometimes the vibe is just bad at first, but when he slips inside is like the long-lost key to a mysterious door. This was not one of those times. This was awkward, and his weird, squaking growls were even more awkward. I didn't even enjoy the biting he did, all I could think was "I woner is anyone else is free later..."and after a minute of faking I realized he didn't really care about my pleasure so I just stopped faking.
Let this be a lesson to those of you who do not know: big dick does NOT equal good dick.

My Interview With Guy's Nation!

Yup! Check out my interview with Mr. Incredible from Guys Nations here.

"Female Friendly" Porn Turns Me Off.. But Porn Inspires Some Curiousity

I enjoy porn. I mean, who doesn't? But whenever I see Female Friendly labeled porn I just.. can't. If you're watching porn, it's not for making love.It's for fucking.  I don't need beautiful music in the background, or anything romantic. It's two (or preferably five) people who have been PAID to have sex. What, in God's name, can ever be romantic about that?  Porn should be dirty. There are really two reasons to watch it- you want to get off, or you and lover(s) enjoy it while fucking. (Unless you're a 13 years old boy and watching it with your friends..) Whatever the case, I'm sure you're not making sweet, passion love after a romantic evening.
The only time I've ever enjoyed watching porn while having sex was with my Italian lover. We were watching some crazy DVD he had bought as a joke, and it included weird, almost impossible clown positions. It was truly inspirational, and, while trying to recreate one of the positions, I sprained my wrist. Because of 13 years of dance training, I can bend pretty much every way... or so I thought. Dancers bodies have strong and flexible lower bodies. So I thought grabbing my heel, and stretching my right leg over my head in a heel stretch while standing up and having would be easy as hell. It was thinking I could balance on one hand, with my leg outstretched, and his arm around my hip so I was in a side-plank-like position. It worked for less then a minute, then he got more and more rough, thrusting harder and deeper. Normally, I'm all for this, but when the only thing I have as leverage is my hand, it gets a little bit hard to balance. Both of us faltered with out balance and came crashing down... this being the SECOND time I sprained my wrist while have sex. I'll tell you about the first time at a later date.

Safe Sex Is Great Sex

I feel the need to write this post because, as much sex as I have, I'm also concerned about my health, and that of my partners. As a rule, with a boyfriend, or a regular bed buddy, I get tested with them before having unprotected sex. I have been on the pill since I was about 14 years old, because of harsh periods... it just came in handy.
Whenever I have the "Do you mind getting tested" talk with a boyfriend, and he's offended, I know he's not for me. Someone who cares for you would be flattered that you care enough about them to get tested as well. I get tested regularly, anyhow, but out of courtesy, I get tested with them. (God, the people at Planned Parenthood must think I'm the village whore, I get tested that often, for my own piece of mine.) And for those heat-of-the-hot-moment one night stands, a condom is a must (and a good judge of characters- while you can never tell who is clean by looks, I promise you if you have to think twice about it, you probably shouldn't do it... or them, rather).

Tonight Starts The Blogger Collaboration

I'm quite excited. While spending my time in Tony Dofat's Cali room on Tiny Chat  I've found a number of friends, and fellow freaks. One of whom is also a blogger, mostly interviewing porn stars and whatnot for Guys Nation. He reads my blog, and I have checked out his articles a few times. Tonight we begin our "He Said, She Said" blog, which will be featured here. I know, big things in the work for the blog. Stay turned.

The Truth About Sending Nudes

I don't send full "nudes". I may have a few shots of me in a bra and panties floating around there, but nothing too incriminating. As a female, in a world of double standards, it's just too risky. For a guy, a quick "dick shot" isn't that big of a deal (unless you're a senator on Twitter), but a quick nipple shot will make you the town whore. (I mean, unless you take a video sucking a guys dick behind a school... then you get a record deal, SHOUT OUT TO AMBER COLE!)
To be honest, I'm not sure what guys think we do with your nudes. I, for one, certainly am not in bed, fingering myself while looking at your penis. Sorry. You may get off on looking at our tits, but it doesn't work both ways. Don't get me wrong, I have lots of  dick shots on my phone, computer, iPod, and tablet, and, sure, I enjoy getting them. Penises are very pretty, and appealing to the eye, but they don't get me dripping wet.
There are, however, a few simple rules to sending nudes that should be established prior to doing the deed.

1. Two is the limit. There are really only two angle at which your penis looks at all appealing, from above (birds eye) and from the side (profile). That's really all we need, and want to see. 
2. Please, don't pose. Unless we're into some kind of weird, clown position sex (yes, I had my phase) do not do it. It's just weird to have a straight male on all fours, making "fierce, tiger-like" face at the camera and it's most definitely not cute.
3. Don't ask "what we think". It's a dick. It's very pretty, sure, but that's really all that we can tell through a photo. The most I can say is that it's pretty. Penises are all relatively pretty. I won't comment on length until it's been in my mouth, and won't mention thickness until it's fucked me. So, that leaves it at pretty.
4. "Pic4Pics" don't really work. You only have one thing I'd want to look at sexually. Five photo from different angles doesn't count either.

So, there you have it. Feel fr

I Like To Kiss Girls From Time To Time

I'm not bisexual, that implies that I have an equal interest in both men and women. I don't. I'm romantically, emotionally, and physically attracted to men. I'm only physically attracted to females. I mean, how can I not be? Women are the sexiest creatures on the planet. We have enticing curves, sexy voices, and (even though we may chastise men for it) we all love out breast. Even I enjoy to play with my own. I love to hook up with other women, mostly because it's all for fun. One of my only female friends and I hook up whenever we're together. Kissing a female is so different than kissing a man. Softer lips, the taste of lip gloss on your tongue, and more hair to run your fingers through. Plus, having her body rubbing against yours, her breast and nipples rubbing against your own, and grabbing onto the sexy curves of her hips... her soft hands slipping down your neck, playing with your nipple... down your stomach, and finally... mmm. Don't get me wrong, I love penis. I could, I would keep my current love interest with me at all times, so he could fuck me whenever we feel fit. But every now and then I'm in the mood to hook up with girl. I've, actually, never had a legitimate threesome. Well, I have but I was too drunk to remember. From what I hear, it was great. It was myself, a male friend of mine who I've had sex with several times (and every time is worse than the last) and a very pretty, busty Isreali friend of mine. My Israeli friend and I had planned on having a threesome since we were 15 years. She's a lot like me.. she likes good sex. I hope to repeat this event again... sooner rather than later. And this time, I'd like to be sober enough to remember it.

New Years Eve Spent In the VIP Section.

So my friend got a really big gig DJing in Manhattan... obviously I tagged along. It was fun, got to hang in the DJ booth, and all that VIP jazz. When I went outside to have a cigarette, a voice behind me asked if I had an extra. Now, it's still a damn recession, and my Camel Crush packs are twelve fucking dollars in New York. I started to say no... until I turned around. People who know me know that I think T.I. is one of the finest men to walk this Earth. He's not a pretty boy cute, or anything describable... more like rough, makes me want to ride the SHIT out of your dick type sexy. Anyhow... I turned to be facing a T.I. lookalike.. but CUTER. He was so cute that it actually took me a quick second to respond (well, his fine ass, and my Ciroc). So, obviously, I handed him a cigarette. I would have handed him just about anything. We got to talking, and I find out he's in school, a radiology major, actually. Education is sexy. Especially on a very attractive man. Anyhow, we go back inside, get something to drink and start to dance. (For the record, if you can dance, that's pretty much the ticket to my bed. End of story.) And he could dance. After a half an hour or so of borderline pornographic dancing and groping, we start to kiss and make out. One thing I love about making out with someone on the dance floor is that there are no promises of more, and it's just part of the dance. Nothing's better than making out in a sea of people also having an amazing night, and to your favorite song. When invited back to his apartment, I, of course, said no, then proceeded to make out with him more. I'm not stupid, as much as I love sex, going home with that hot guy from the club, while tipsy AND high on alot of shit... is no bueno. So when he was about to leave we exchanged numbers, and made out while his friend hailed a cab. I, I honestly, have no intention of calling him, but if he does hit me up, I wouldn't be opposed to seeing him again. Happy New Years, all!