Yes, I loved my single life. I loved being able to tell a boy to get the fuck out so I could go back to watching The Office. I loved never shaving my legs for anybody, and being able to act like a slob.
But... I am being charmed by Coupledom.
This weekend Model Boy and I fell asleep together in a drunken stupor. In the middle of the night he woke up, looked at me, looked at my bare breasts, back at me, back at the breasts...
Model Boy: Overwhelmed!
And he fell back asleep. Awwww that was adorable.
I'd like to add that I do dig up waking up next to a 6'1" hard body with a hard dick pressing into my stomach and a hand already exploring my barely awake body. That I could get used to.
Monday, October 25, 2010
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Monday, October 18, 2010
Twisted Tip #2
A surprising amount of girls don't swallow. This disappoints me, because it's really not that bad. The taste even kind of grows on you.
Twisted Tip #2: On swallowing.
If the taste of cum isn't your cup of tea, try deep throating your man as far as you can when he cums. That way the spunk doesn't even touch your tongue!
Problem solved.
Twisted Tip #2: On swallowing.
If the taste of cum isn't your cup of tea, try deep throating your man as far as you can when he cums. That way the spunk doesn't even touch your tongue!
Problem solved.
I've been naughty, Professor. Part 2
My sexy school girl role play with Model Boy, continued...
With one more long lick he knelt behind me, gave my ass another smack, and placed the head of his cock against the tight opening of my wet pussy.
Model Boy: You want this?
Jess: Yes sir.
Model Boy: Beg for it.
Jess: Please give it to me.
Model Boy: Give what?
Jess: Please give me that cock, Professor.
He slid in the tip, I was quivering with anticipation.
Jess: Please.
His hand wrapped around one of my pig tails, holding my head back as he slid his entire thick length into me. I came immediately, sensitized by excitement, my pussy tightening around his cock. He paused for a second, leaning into me, taking advantage of my orgasm to make me take every inch of him. I could feel his head pressing against my cervix, the twinge of pain deliciously complimenting the waves of pleasure washing over me.
I opened my eyes, noticing I had my face pressed into the mattress. I shuddered with uber-sensitivity as he starting thrusting quickly and shallowly, the head of his dick rubbing against my g-spot each time. It was a tease for me. I longed to be fucked harder, but the sensation was exactly what it took to get me off and he knew it. The torture of wanting more made me get even hotter.
Model Boy: Mmm good girl. You gonna come for me?
Jess: Mmm yeah please make me come.
Model Boy: Yeah I'll make you come.
He growled again, and I lost it. My breathing got ragged as I began to lose control. I pushed my ass up and into him, thrusting back to get some deeper penetration. I turned my head to the side and noticed the mirrors on my wall were reflecting a great view. I watched his big hands clutching my hips as his muscles flexed with every thrust. His lip was curled sexily over clenched teeth.
I came hard, again.
Model Boy: Mmm get up.
I did. He pushed me back on the bed, and slid a finger into my wet pussy, finger fucking me hard. He slid in another one, drumming them against my g-spot. I wiggled my hips against his hand. His other hand pushed my head to the side so he could bite my neck. I felt another orgasm approaching so I wrapped my hand around his wrist, controlling his hand, pushing it in an out of me fast and hard. As I came I heard his hand splashing against me, and I realized I had squirted all over his hand.
Jess: Oh no, sir. I've gotten the sheets all wet.
He kissed me and lay down, I climbed on top. I teased the tip of his cock against my slit while I kissed him, sliding only the tip in and out. He moaned.
Jess: You like that professor?
Model Boy: Oh yeahh
He sighed breathlessly as I slid the rest of his cock inside me. I did one of his favorite moves, where I bounce my ass to fuck him rapidly. Stripper moves come in handy. With my hips doing the work for me I could take my time kissing him, and holding my tits in his face for him to fully appreciate my soft pink nipples with his lips.
I flipped around into reverse cowgirl, and realized my full length mirror would probably give us a spectacular view. I hopped off, set the mirror in front of the bed, and instructed him to sit on the edge of the bed.
I climbed back on top of him, facing the mirror. I massaged his balls with my hand as I slid him back inside of me. I was right, the view was amazing. He watched my long body stretched out on top of him. Every detail of his cock penetrating my pussy was visible. My breasts bounced as I rode him, fast and hard. My muscles ached, but I rode him relentlessly, trying to make him cum harder than he'd ever cum before.
Model Boy: Oh my God, I'm gonna cum.
I hopped off of him and turned around quickly, taking his cock in my mouth and sliding it down my throat. My tongue and my fingers caressed balls and I felt them tighten with orgasm. His cock twitched in my throat as I took all of his heavy load. I struggled to take it all, but I succeeded. When I was sure he was done I pulled back off of his cock with a slurp, not wanting to miss a drop.
He fell back on the bed, spent, with a contented sigh. I curled up next to him, and looked at him over my glasses:
Jess: I think I'll need to go to detention more often, Professor. I didn't learn my lesson.
With one more long lick he knelt behind me, gave my ass another smack, and placed the head of his cock against the tight opening of my wet pussy.
Model Boy: You want this?
Jess: Yes sir.
Model Boy: Beg for it.
Jess: Please give it to me.
Model Boy: Give what?
Jess: Please give me that cock, Professor.
He slid in the tip, I was quivering with anticipation.
Jess: Please.
His hand wrapped around one of my pig tails, holding my head back as he slid his entire thick length into me. I came immediately, sensitized by excitement, my pussy tightening around his cock. He paused for a second, leaning into me, taking advantage of my orgasm to make me take every inch of him. I could feel his head pressing against my cervix, the twinge of pain deliciously complimenting the waves of pleasure washing over me.
I opened my eyes, noticing I had my face pressed into the mattress. I shuddered with uber-sensitivity as he starting thrusting quickly and shallowly, the head of his dick rubbing against my g-spot each time. It was a tease for me. I longed to be fucked harder, but the sensation was exactly what it took to get me off and he knew it. The torture of wanting more made me get even hotter.
Model Boy: Mmm good girl. You gonna come for me?
Jess: Mmm yeah please make me come.
Model Boy: Yeah I'll make you come.
He growled again, and I lost it. My breathing got ragged as I began to lose control. I pushed my ass up and into him, thrusting back to get some deeper penetration. I turned my head to the side and noticed the mirrors on my wall were reflecting a great view. I watched his big hands clutching my hips as his muscles flexed with every thrust. His lip was curled sexily over clenched teeth.
I came hard, again.
Model Boy: Mmm get up.
I did. He pushed me back on the bed, and slid a finger into my wet pussy, finger fucking me hard. He slid in another one, drumming them against my g-spot. I wiggled my hips against his hand. His other hand pushed my head to the side so he could bite my neck. I felt another orgasm approaching so I wrapped my hand around his wrist, controlling his hand, pushing it in an out of me fast and hard. As I came I heard his hand splashing against me, and I realized I had squirted all over his hand.
Jess: Oh no, sir. I've gotten the sheets all wet.
He kissed me and lay down, I climbed on top. I teased the tip of his cock against my slit while I kissed him, sliding only the tip in and out. He moaned.
Jess: You like that professor?
Model Boy: Oh yeahh
He sighed breathlessly as I slid the rest of his cock inside me. I did one of his favorite moves, where I bounce my ass to fuck him rapidly. Stripper moves come in handy. With my hips doing the work for me I could take my time kissing him, and holding my tits in his face for him to fully appreciate my soft pink nipples with his lips.
I flipped around into reverse cowgirl, and realized my full length mirror would probably give us a spectacular view. I hopped off, set the mirror in front of the bed, and instructed him to sit on the edge of the bed.
I climbed back on top of him, facing the mirror. I massaged his balls with my hand as I slid him back inside of me. I was right, the view was amazing. He watched my long body stretched out on top of him. Every detail of his cock penetrating my pussy was visible. My breasts bounced as I rode him, fast and hard. My muscles ached, but I rode him relentlessly, trying to make him cum harder than he'd ever cum before.
Model Boy: Oh my God, I'm gonna cum.
I hopped off of him and turned around quickly, taking his cock in my mouth and sliding it down my throat. My tongue and my fingers caressed balls and I felt them tighten with orgasm. His cock twitched in my throat as I took all of his heavy load. I struggled to take it all, but I succeeded. When I was sure he was done I pulled back off of his cock with a slurp, not wanting to miss a drop.
He fell back on the bed, spent, with a contented sigh. I curled up next to him, and looked at him over my glasses:
Jess: I think I'll need to go to detention more often, Professor. I didn't learn my lesson.
Twisted Tip #1
I'm starting a micro-series called Twisted Tips, designed to make your life a little sexier. Hope you enjoy.
Twisted Tip #1
For the ladies:
Hop into the shower with your man wearing nothing but a tight white t-shirt and let him enjoy a steamy, wet and transparent view.
For the gentlemen:
Slowly pull off her sopping wet t-shirt by pulling her arms over her head, but stop at her wrists, letting the shirt assist you in some light bondage. Enjoy the view of some fully exposed, soaking wet breasts and have a nice taste without letting her touch.
This is especially fun in the mornings to leave you smiling during your day.
Twisted Tip #1
For the ladies:
Hop into the shower with your man wearing nothing but a tight white t-shirt and let him enjoy a steamy, wet and transparent view.
For the gentlemen:
Slowly pull off her sopping wet t-shirt by pulling her arms over her head, but stop at her wrists, letting the shirt assist you in some light bondage. Enjoy the view of some fully exposed, soaking wet breasts and have a nice taste without letting her touch.
This is especially fun in the mornings to leave you smiling during your day.
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Gia's Proposal
Strippers are typically one of three things: single mothers, drug addicts or students.
I'm the student, in that trinity of the strip club, as is Gia.
Gia and I go to the same community college. We even share a teacher, though our class is at different times. Now let me tell you about this teacher.
The first thing Clark said when he walked in the door was "I'm an asshole. Like it or get out."
Like. I love assholes. This is because I'm kind of a bitch. Bitches love assholes, and assholes love us back. I made conversation with Clark one day after class and we've had a great relationship since:
Clark: How are you liking your teachers?
Jess: I got really lucky this semester, they're mostly great.
Clark: How am I doing?
Jess: Well, you can't win them all...
Clark: Oh you've got wit. I like that.
Gia also had a conversation with Clark after her class. It began with her sassing him about a late assignment.
Clark: You've got an attitude, don't you? That gets you in trouble all the time.
Gia: Yeah I do.
Clark: I like the attitude.
Gia: You know that was just a compliment on yourself. You've got an attitude too.
Clark: Glad you caught that.
Clark is 60, but don't let that deter you. He's fit and does not look his age. He's about 6'4", dresses well, and wears vans every day which make me and Gia a little weak in the knees. He speaks several languages, has a law degree and has been divorced twice.
Pause please, while Gia sexily wipes the drool from my lips.
Over a bottle of rum disguised in two Subway cups in the back room of our strip club, Gia and I were recounting the epic hotness of our computer science professor to January.
(January is the owner of the club's hot ass wife. She oozes sex appeal, which is fitting because she lives and breathes fucking.)
Gia: He's like 60
Twisted: But he's really really hot.
Gia: He hits on me all through class
Twisted: Me too! And he ignores everybody else!
Gia: We should double team him.
Twisted: *gasp* best idea of my life.
Gia: We should go get some "tutoring."
Twisted: Ohhh yes we'd blow his mind! He totally asked me to take my test over webcam and topless and I'm pretty sure he was serious.
Gia: He always looks at me when he talks about his divorces.
January: Please, if you double team him, film it. Film it and give it to me. That is my ultimate fantasy.
(Just so you can better imagine us double teaming our teacher, Gia and I are both tall with raven hair. We have a fondness for black eye shadow and we both are very high class looking.)
If this isn't the making of the best real life porno, I don't know what is.
I'm the student, in that trinity of the strip club, as is Gia.
Gia and I go to the same community college. We even share a teacher, though our class is at different times. Now let me tell you about this teacher.
The first thing Clark said when he walked in the door was "I'm an asshole. Like it or get out."
Like. I love assholes. This is because I'm kind of a bitch. Bitches love assholes, and assholes love us back. I made conversation with Clark one day after class and we've had a great relationship since:
Clark: How are you liking your teachers?
Jess: I got really lucky this semester, they're mostly great.
Clark: How am I doing?
Jess: Well, you can't win them all...
Clark: Oh you've got wit. I like that.
Gia also had a conversation with Clark after her class. It began with her sassing him about a late assignment.
Clark: You've got an attitude, don't you? That gets you in trouble all the time.
Gia: Yeah I do.
Clark: I like the attitude.
Gia: You know that was just a compliment on yourself. You've got an attitude too.
Clark: Glad you caught that.
Clark is 60, but don't let that deter you. He's fit and does not look his age. He's about 6'4", dresses well, and wears vans every day which make me and Gia a little weak in the knees. He speaks several languages, has a law degree and has been divorced twice.
Pause please, while Gia sexily wipes the drool from my lips.
Over a bottle of rum disguised in two Subway cups in the back room of our strip club, Gia and I were recounting the epic hotness of our computer science professor to January.
(January is the owner of the club's hot ass wife. She oozes sex appeal, which is fitting because she lives and breathes fucking.)
Gia: He's like 60
Twisted: But he's really really hot.
Gia: He hits on me all through class
Twisted: Me too! And he ignores everybody else!
Gia: We should double team him.
Twisted: *gasp* best idea of my life.
Gia: We should go get some "tutoring."
Twisted: Ohhh yes we'd blow his mind! He totally asked me to take my test over webcam and topless and I'm pretty sure he was serious.
Gia: He always looks at me when he talks about his divorces.
January: Please, if you double team him, film it. Film it and give it to me. That is my ultimate fantasy.
(Just so you can better imagine us double teaming our teacher, Gia and I are both tall with raven hair. We have a fondness for black eye shadow and we both are very high class looking.)
If this isn't the making of the best real life porno, I don't know what is.
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Breaking Up
I broke up with Boobs (the friend, not the tits) over the weekend.
Why?
Every little thing I did was a disappointment to her. Every time I'd mention my smoking pot she'd sigh and tell me to quit, despite my only smoking during anxiety attacks and after all my homework is done.
Stripping? I couldn't say a word about it. She said that it wasn't a choice she'd make for me, but it's my choice so she supports it, but she never acted that way. If I mentioned my job to a person at a bar she'd shush me. If I started talking about work she'd ignore it.
Yes, I make choices that you wouldn't make. But it's my life and I told you about the choices I've made because I need somebody to talk to about it. If I can't be open about my life what's there left for me to talk about? What I did in chemistry? Or I could just sit and listen to you talk about your PMS or your boyfriend, which is all I do. I like to listen, but I like to be listened to as well.
The final straw:
Boobs: How you feelin?
Jess: Pretty good. I have to work when we get back on Saturday or I won't be able to afford rent, so I'm feeling really nervo-
Boobs walked away when I was mid sentence. No, nothing interesting distracted her. She didn't have something to do at that moment. If that was the case I would understand, but it wasn't. She just got up, and left.
Then I realized, that's not what I want in a friend. I need someone who makes me feel good about myself, not someone who I have to hide my life from. Not someone who makes me feel like shit for choices I made and don't regret. Also, her passive aggressive demeanor really really pisses me off. She's the girl who acts like she's thinking horrible things but never ever says them. At least put some effort into hiding the terrible, judgmental thoughts behind your eyes. Or just say what you're thinking! Please!
So I pulled her to the side, explained what was wrong, and didn't say a word to her for the short remainder of our North Carolina trip for a friend's wedding.
Of course this might not be a permanent break up. She might just be demoted from "bestie" to friend. Either way, that's how it goes. Hope she steps it up.
Why?
Every little thing I did was a disappointment to her. Every time I'd mention my smoking pot she'd sigh and tell me to quit, despite my only smoking during anxiety attacks and after all my homework is done.
Stripping? I couldn't say a word about it. She said that it wasn't a choice she'd make for me, but it's my choice so she supports it, but she never acted that way. If I mentioned my job to a person at a bar she'd shush me. If I started talking about work she'd ignore it.
Yes, I make choices that you wouldn't make. But it's my life and I told you about the choices I've made because I need somebody to talk to about it. If I can't be open about my life what's there left for me to talk about? What I did in chemistry? Or I could just sit and listen to you talk about your PMS or your boyfriend, which is all I do. I like to listen, but I like to be listened to as well.
The final straw:
Boobs: How you feelin?
Jess: Pretty good. I have to work when we get back on Saturday or I won't be able to afford rent, so I'm feeling really nervo-
Boobs walked away when I was mid sentence. No, nothing interesting distracted her. She didn't have something to do at that moment. If that was the case I would understand, but it wasn't. She just got up, and left.
Then I realized, that's not what I want in a friend. I need someone who makes me feel good about myself, not someone who I have to hide my life from. Not someone who makes me feel like shit for choices I made and don't regret. Also, her passive aggressive demeanor really really pisses me off. She's the girl who acts like she's thinking horrible things but never ever says them. At least put some effort into hiding the terrible, judgmental thoughts behind your eyes. Or just say what you're thinking! Please!
So I pulled her to the side, explained what was wrong, and didn't say a word to her for the short remainder of our North Carolina trip for a friend's wedding.
Of course this might not be a permanent break up. She might just be demoted from "bestie" to friend. Either way, that's how it goes. Hope she steps it up.
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